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A young butler is hired to work for a rich family in order to serve their child and act as her personal body guard. This young butler has a secret - - - they’re a werewolf.

But the child has a secret too - - - they are actually an elven royal child who swapped places with the human child who looked identical to them. The human child died accidentally by playing with the elven child and feeling guilty as if it was there fault, they take the place of the human child and seal away their memories.

We follow the day-to-day lives while the werewolf struggles to hide themselves and the elven child keeps having a fluctuation of memories and powers… that is until one day some guards showed up to take the child back. Will the child go? What about the family? What about the butler, will their secret come out to save the child? If the child goes, what will the life be like??

I'd like to play the elven child as a female. Probably around 17-18, almost adult; CS can be made.

⊹ 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓼 ⊹ A Role Play Request |OPEN|

Harry Potter: The Foreign Exchange (Wolf Lover and EasilyAmused)

The question about his parents made him smile and he leaned back in his chair. “You can ask that is fine.” Draping his arm along the chair to his left as he looked at her to his right, he proceeded to share a story passed down through his family.

“My mom was in Hufflepuff and my dad was in Slytherin. Now, this was a time when Slytherins were thought to be jerks, arrogant and rude along with their basic traits of being cunning, resourceful and find self-preservation important. My dad was… well he was a jerk, arrogant and rude until he said something to make my mom cry one day at school. It was at that moment that he stood there flabbergasted and my mom pulled her fist back and clocked him in the face. My dad didn’t stumble, he didn’t fall but he accepted the hit.” A chuckle left the brunette haired boy, “I can’t even picture how stunned my dad was that he got hit in the face but he instantly apologized and chased after her wanting to talk to her.”

“My mother spent weeks avoiding him until one day he caught her in Hogsmeade and cornered her in the three broomsticks begging for her to talk to him. She reluctantly agreed and sat at a table together keeping their distance, by the end of the talk they were sitting closer laughing and talking. It wasn’t long after that, my dad asked mom on a date and they went on their first date. From then on no one messed with my mom from Slytherin because my father, the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch Team, became her boyfriend. Between my mom’s kindness and my dad’s willingness to make her happy, they excelled as a team and graduated with high honors.”

A nod rose and fell his head. “The separation of houses and the attitudes towards each other has dissipated into nothing now so we all get along better than they did back then so it’s not something you need to worry about now. But if someone gives you a hard time you tell them ‘Hey, Zander Alkins has my back’ and they’ll leave you alone… maybe.” His voice was playful and charming laugh as he tilted his head at her. “What’s your school like? Did your parents attend together?”

Serge & Lucia |EasilyAmused & ICanBeAnyone|

Serge took her plate and began to clean it as he listened to her talk. It wasn’t until she said something about wanting to know the possibly chance of her identity becoming common knowledge or not. To this the young man dried his hands and crossed his arms over his chest thinking intensely on her question. It was a fair question and deserved as logical of an answer as he could provide. His eyebrows pushed together in thought as he pondered the idea.

“There is a fifty percent chance of you being found out before the election because of people’s obsession with digging into their opponent’s past. A sixty five percent chance with one of my team with you at all times because those who do their research know who we work mainly for. But they would be required to put both pieces of information together. Without both pieces of information the likelihood of someone putting it together is about twenty five percent, considering someone may say “You know you look like Erik Wilmer”, but that could happen whether you were his child or not.”

Hanging the towel back up, he let out a small sigh as he thought about the other portion of her question. “That…” He began before stopping himself. “That I do not know.” His answer was honest and true as he ran a hand through his hair and started towards the living room to his laptop. Sitting down on the couch he opened it up. “I would say that varies on how the information is obtained. If he announces it as ‘finding you after searching for so long’, you know, the truth, people will be thrilled and take well to the news. But if it is found out another way, I cannot imagine it going in a positive direction.”

He began to quickly type away before he chuckled, “But I am just the man hired to keep you safe, I purposely stay out of politics.” A nod rose and fell his head before he mindlessly reached over to grab his coffee cup which… he didn’t bring with him. Looking over his shoulder he asked politely with a charming smile, “Will you please bring me my coffee?”

To Dance with the Stars

Axel noticed her flinching and flinched himself. Maybe that wasn’t the best idea but if she knew how to handle the people in front of her, it would make her life a lot easier. Her statement about them not needing lessons made his head drop, he didn’t like lying to people and he poked the toe of his boot against the ground in embarrassment and sadness. The last thing he wanted was to cause pain, worry or discomfort to people. Especially those who don’t deserve it like her.

“I thought Axel would have put that into his summery.” Alexander said with a tone of disappointment as he turned his attention to the curly haired boy who continued to look down at his feet. “From what we know Miss, we can use our powers if we are in contact with you. Meaning we can continue our duties that the king of the heavens wishes for us to do.”

“Outside of paperwork…” Cal grumbled from her spot as she crossed her arms under her chest only to receive a disapproving look from Alexander.

“Paperwork is important and so is the actual job. If you wish to be on paperwork duty for the rest of your life I’m sure that can be arranged.”

“Director Stick in the Mud, she is my responsibility not yours.” Leon corrected in a harsh tone before turning back to Lee. “Besides, she’d much rather work with the Department of Wishes then Punishments…”

“I highly doubt that, you don’t understand morals if you work with the Department of Wishes.” Alexander smarted back at him and it wasn’t long before both of them began bickering shots at each other.

At this point Axel stepped forward. “Um… guys…” he said timidly. “Guys… Guys…”

“DIRECTORS SHUT UP!” Cal’s voice rang through the yard as she finally got them silenced.

“Thanks Cal…” Axel said innocently to his nodding friend before turning his attention back to the directors. It took a lot for him to speak up to his bosses but here he went. Taking in a deep breath he began, “I know we all want to get back to the heavens but right now we need her help.

“You’re right.” Alexander stated rather simply putting behind the pity arguing with Leon for the time being. Stepping forward towards the girl he spoke. “We can work around your schedule and our jobs can be done in public and here at the manor. We can pick you up and return you home by a couple options including: flying, teleportation and through our front door at magically connects to anywhere. You can get here by placing your hand on any door and wish to come to the manor. The door with vibrate softly and once it’s done you can open it and you will be here. The easiest for us is to have you physically here as we can take care of a lot in a small amount of time.”

“But! If you’re not comfortable we can come to you. Plus we get to work in the field and that would be super cool. I want to see more of the human world! Eat some of their food… oh and ride on a train and---“

Axel nearly continued his rant of what he wanted to do in the human world until Cal slapped her hand over his mouth. “That’s all depending on if Lee agrees to help us.” Everyone’s gaze instantly turned to her and the question on all their minds was finally asked by the girl “Will you help us do our work until we figure out how to get back into the heavens?”

Remember When? |EasilyAmused & Mysterion|

A wistful Adriana Menzel allowed her paint brush to flow along her canvas in the middle of her studio apartment. Much like anyone else in the art field, the blonde haired girl didn’t make much but it was enough to get by. Music filled her apartment, a cd she had purchased from Walmart filled with the music of the Lords of Captivating Hearts. The band she knew very well and she supported with all of her heart, why you may ask? Well her best friend was the co-vocalist and the base player for the band!

Okay… maybe not ‘best friend’ anymore but she knew him. Yes, she knew Jack Stacera and grew up next door to him. Back in school they were rarely found without one another and she was almost always at his house because her parents weren’t home. Imagine the surprise of the parents, CEOs of major corporations, coming home to find their daughter not there. After the first three times of finding out she was gone they just assumed she was over at Jack’s but reminded her to write a note next time so they didn’t panic. They got along extremely well so, why wouldn’t she be over there?

But those were memories, just distant memories since his stardom took off and she stayed behind as the supportive home town friend with a charming wave and a ‘I can’t wait to see you when you come to visit’ smile. Now she lived in Los Angeles struggling to make her way as a painter. However the piece she was working on was to be featured in a show and if people liked it, much less bid to buy it, she would be able to get more into the shows that were put on and possibly, maybe, hopefully, her own show! Biting her bottom lip, her soft blue eyes scanned the painting as she put down her brush and got up from her stool. It was still missing something… something she couldn’t put her finger on…

“Ugh!!!” Her small hands ran through her down blonde hair before she paused. Pulling her hands out from her locks she stared at them. They were covered in still fresh, black paint. “SHIT!” With that she sprinted into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

After half a bottle of shampoo, a third of a bottle of conditioner and a lot of scrubbing, Addie saved her blonde hair from becoming a black mess! Hurray! However her phone buzzed on her kitchen counter and she made a mad dash for it. “Hello?”

“Addie you lazy bum! I’ve been calling and calling but you haven’t answered, what gives!” On the other end of the phone was Crystal, one of her friends who she met when she moved to New York, Crystal worked as a makeup and hair stylists for hire and her skills were beginning to become well known around the television and theater community, and always had inside scoops on things. After getting the explanation from Addie why she didn’t answer sooner she let out a laugh. “Sounds like you.” was the loving friend response she received. “Look I know you’re busy working on your piece but the Mark Taper Form wants a touch up on the backdrop they have for the band playing tonight. I recommended you as I’m doing their hair, and they told me to call you.”

“Do they have all the paint and supplies?” Addie asked looking up the address for the building.

“Yes they do.”

The girls briefly discussed the pay before Addie got dressed in her paint clothes and climbed aboard the public transportation system and followed the bus routes to get to the theater. The theater was huge and the blonde found herself staring out onto the chairs. The theater was huge and the home-bodied individual felt very small in a very large world. It’s okay, she was by herself. Taking in a deep breathe she turned her attention to the large backdrop that desperately needed its touchup. She began at the top on a ladder and worked her way down. Soon she ditched the ladder for a 3 leveled step stool so she could add some more details. The background was a forest in winter and even just the touch ups took time and from her arrival at 1pm, it was nearly 6pm before she was on the last portions.

Funny… this seemed familiar and she found herself humming Lords of Captivating Hearts new song about a snowstorm in a forest as her brush danced along the extension of a branch. With her mind pre-occupied and her focus on the painting she attempted to take a step that wasn’t there and didn’t catch herself soon enough. Oh no! The small bucket that held the black paint took off into the air above her as she turned; readying herself for the impact on her back from the 4 feet she happened to be falling from. Oh so graceful that Addie was as she closed her eyes tightly preparing for the pain.

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

The pistol that was placed in the hands of the penguin had a little something extra, a silencer, a larger chamber to hold more rounds, a small penguin emblem on the side of the barrel and… oh a tracking device. Remember that little penguin? That wasn’t just for decoration. That was designed and given to her to place on something in order to track the Penguin’s movements. The handoff was mentally stressful for young Abbie. So many things could go wrong in the blink of an eye. If the batboys didn’t wait for the single, if Penguin smelled something fishy (pun intended) or if something went wrong with the transaction she could end up dying. But maybe not…

After observing the pistol, the Penguin stopped at the barrel and stared at the emblem for a couple moments too long. The blonde held her ground and her composure but her heart was pounding her chest. Was she caught already? No way…

“I like it.” Oswald said as he put the pistol into the pocket of his dress jacket and bid Abbie good bye before turning to leave.

The blonde did the same, heading back to her limo and climbing inside. In the silence of the car she let out a long breathe, a sigh of relief that everything went well. While she didn’t know what would happen, if the boys would attack right away or wait until they got to the hideout making it look like they had been stacking out the place but she trusted to not give away her involvement. Pulling out her phone, she texted her father saying that they had received the money and she was returning to the hideout for a mission complete.

As she held her cellphone she pulled out a smaller device, hiding it behind her cellphone from prying eyes and sent a message.

Tracking device is on the pistol I gave to Cobblepot. The rest is up to you guys. Good luck.
Send

She sent the message and slipped the device back into the tucked away place on her person before she received a text from her father which made her smile. He was proud of his little girl and wanted to celebrate. Getting acknowledgement from a parental figure always made a child smile but at the same time, it pulled and tugged at her heart. Why did her father have to be a bad guy? A bad guy that the crime fighters had to take down. She couldn’t deny that but the thought that her own father wasn’t who he tried to be for her was painful… and to that pain, she wiped away a single tear before it could stain her face.

Inside the Hidden Leaf Village. |Shifter_Master & EasilyAmused|

Much like anyone else in Konoha, Airi had never seen Kakashi’s face except she didn’t have the desire to see it. If he wanted to show his face, she’d gladly view it considering how long she had known the guy for but… that didn’t stop her from wanting to feed him. Then again she was never one to turn the opportunity away to feed a friend or family member. Including but not limited to her old friend. However it had been so long since she’s trained her sight that the food did look like they were disappearing before her eyes.

Her blue gaze moved from the plate to him as she took a seat next to him at the table. Her small elbows rested against the table as she placed her small face into her hands as she watched him. A small laugh left her as he mentioned rolling down the street. “A round Kakashi, now that would be a sight.”

Pulling a hand from her face she reached forward and gave his nose a gentle poke with her finger before pulling her hand back and giving him a playful grumpy look. “So, let me get this straight. You want me, to think up a D-rank job, go through the paperwork required, submit it and pay for it just to watch you train your Genin?” Airi’s round cheeks puffed out in a playfully mad manner as she tucked her hand back under her chin. Her face scrunched together in thought as she pulled herself up off the table and crossed her arms under her dress. “Actually… I might have something in mind.” Her lips curled into a knowing smirk as her blue eyes shot back up to look at him, an eyebrow raising slightly. “Alright.”

With that she uncrossed her arms and stretched slightly above her head. “I have a few things I need to prep for but other than that I have a free day. What’s your plans for the day?” She asked with a bright smile. She wanted to ask how training the kids were going; especially the Uzumaki boy and the last of the Uchiha clan but… that could wait until later. He might not even have much experience with them outside of passing the children, but with the two gifted boys and the smart girl in his group; they probably give him some form of insight of how they are as ninjas.