Lyla

Bloodmarked By The Gods

@WhiteAngel25 No problem! Hopefully it helps anyone else working on a CS later~ So should I leave the Signature Ability blank for now? And what should I put in the Divine Power Tree - if anything?

Bloodmarked By The Gods

@WhiteAngel25 Sounds good! Also, not sure what the upper limit on character age is? Also I stopped at Divine Skill Tree, because I'm not entirely clear about it? Earlier there is Divine Gift, then you have Signature Ability... aren't these the same thing? ^^"

This is a good calculator for anyone else if they need!

Bloodmarked By The Gods

Quick question - still working on my CS, but how old are the students? I'm guessing teenagers mostly? Or are there adult students as well?

Also the point buy system... is it like... 8+11 (Max) / 32 total or more like D&D point buy system?

Bloodmarked By The Gods

This looks very interesting - do you mind if I submit a character sheet for a demigod? ^^

[FxF] Temptation & Restraint — Slow Burn Seducer x Seduced RP

@Dahlia213 - Doesn't have to be that exact pairing if you have another you want to try, but shoot me a PM with any ideas you might have!

[FxF] Temptation & Restraint — Slow Burn Seducer x Seduced RP

Small bump. ^.^

[FxF] Temptation & Restraint — Slow Burn Seducer x Seduced RP

Status: Full

I’m looking for a 1x1 roleplay centered heavily around character interaction, tension, and slow-burn development. The core dynamic I’m craving is seducer x seduced, with my character on the receiving end of that dynamic (seduced).

The main pairing on my mind right now is something along the lines of a succubus x paladin (I’d be playing the paladin), leaning into that push-pull between temptation, restraint, and gradual emotional shift. I’m really interested in exploring how that dynamic evolves over time—less instant gratification, more build, conflict, and payoff.

Tone-wise:

• Adult themes are expected
• Strong focus on chemistry, dialogue, and evolving relationship
• A blend of romance and erotic tension, but with a clear emphasis on slow burn over rushing anything

That said, I’m definitely open to other pairings if you’ve got a solid idea that fits the same dynamic (seducer vs. someone who isn’t immediately giving in). Modern settings, fantasy, etc.—I’m flexible as long as the character interplay is strong.

If this sounds like your kind of thing, feel free to reach out with (here or PM):

• The role you’d like to play
• Any pairing ideas you’d want to explore
• Writing sample (if you have one - not required)

Masks & Magic: The Awakening

Hey everyone,

I wanted to give a heads-up rather than quietly disappear. Some really painful personal stuff has happened recently, and my cats were taken away by my ex-wife. They mean the world to me, and losing them has hit me a lot harder than I expected.
Because of that, I’m just not in the right mental or emotional state to roleplay consistently right now. I don’t want to hold scenes up or give half-hearted replies when this story and your characters deserve better.
I’m going to step back for a bit to take care of myself and get my footing again. Thank you for your patience and understanding — it genuinely means a lot, and I hope to come back when I’m in a better place.

Bloodbound & Broken

The man roared as his anger was baited by both attack and taunt, blood steadily spilling from the two strikes to his weakened side, disoriented further by the forced spin. He barely waited a single breath before swinging his blade wildly at the vampire. They were experienced strikes, but devoid of tactics or thought, relying entirely on instinct—which Renaissance possessed in spades compared to the human hunter. Even as she engaged him, however, a shiver of danger slid down her spine.

Meanwhile, Felicity nearly stumbled into Lyselle’s range, hissing softly at the pain in her legs before brandishing her weapon toward the object of her jealousy. Lyselle had already freed her weapons by the time Felicity locked eyes on her. She swung her dagger in a horizontal arc, which her opponent barely avoided, only to feel the sting of Lyselle’s shortblade sink into her shoulder. The huntress had used a feint to land the blow, her expression as serious as ever—not even a flicker of a smile—as she knew this battle would not be easily won.

What surprised Lyselle was the sudden rejoining of the newest hunter—Thomas—the vampire’s spell now completely dispelled. She had to shift her stance quickly to block the blow of his weapon, a mace that knocked her off balance despite being wielded with far less skill than the others. Still, it created the perfect opening for Felicity’s counterattack, her shortsword sinking into Lyselle’s bicep. Lyselle winced sharply as the burn of metal tore through her arm. Thankfully, the woman reacted quickly, pulling away and using her newfound speed to gain some distance from her opponents, who now numbered two instead of one. Thanks to her hours of training both off and on the field, she was able to force her own pain to the side, letting adrenaline course through her veins.

Just as Renaissance had reacted to Delwyn, Holt was upon her with practiced grace and speed. Though fully human, the Master Huntress moved with startling precision, concealing her presence until she was only a few feet away. Her chosen weapon was revealed in a flash—a jian—whistling through the air as it struck toward the vampire’s back. It was handled with the skill befitting her title and backed by surprising strength, the blessed silver searing through ancient flesh. How much it caught depended on Ren’s reaction speed—but it caught nonetheless.

The sound and scent drew Lyselle’s attention almost instantly, concern and alarm rippling through their connection even as she forced herself to remain focused in the face of her own threats. It was the first time either of them had been wounded since this confrontation began. Lyselle hated that. But there was nothing she could do now except keep her eyes on her enemies and her mind disciplined. She knew, as much as she wanted to protect her darling love, that staying in the moment was the right call.

Bloodbound & Broken

The boy flinched as the blood-curdling shriek vibrated through the air, pulling his arm away momentarily in fear and causing a brief interruption in the Master’s sigil. The act drew a low huff of frustration from the woman—though she did not seem truly affected. She spared Ren a short, assessing stare when she was addressed, but no words were exchanged. Lady Holt merely smirked arrogantly and returned to her work, fingers buzzing quickly as she completed the spell etched into flesh.

The bolt from Delwyn whizzed through the air confidently until it missed its mark, beginning to tumble as it spun downward and struck the ground with a soft thud, proving completely ineffective against the undead woman’s speed. That did not matter to him. His grip tightened on his blade as he closed the distance between himself and the subject of his now-augmented hatred.

In that moment, two things happened: Felicity’s cry of pain as the vampire blurred forward, and Delwyn shifting to his right, exposing his left side to avoid a projectile. As the vampiress opened a wound in the woman, Lyselle paired it with a thrown knife aimed at Delwyn, forcing him into a weaker position. The bonded huntress did not know of the man’s vulnerability—she only meant to catch him off guard, leaving a far greater opening for her lover than she realized.

Then, in the brief moment while Ren was still returning—using her own enhanced speed—Lyselle hurled another blade toward Seraphine. It spun through the air gracefully, and Lyselle knew the Master would evade it, but it forced her to abandon the sigil’s final strokes, buying them precious time. It was only moments away though.

She felt the air come alive as Renaissance returned, releasing a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. It was like warm electricity caressing her skin before the message itself reached her.

“We move together. They’ll try to separate us, pick us off individually. They don’t know how connected we are… The bond is our strength.”

A quick glance flicked toward the dark goddess, surprise flashing across Lyselle’s face at how clearly she heard it, before her focus snapped back to the battlefield.

The huntress took quick inventory as she shifted her weight, getting ready to fight up close—no more than a blink’s worth. Delwyn was within striking range of Ren. Felicity, teeth grit, was pushing through the pain and advancing once more. And Holt continued carving her rune into the boy’s skin, moments away from freeing all four to join the fight.