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#1: Not a hybrid but rather born from the depths of darkness, hence is the essence of his breed, Crusnik translates to “Monstrosity”!#2: The creature seems to express attraction towards both male and female beings.#3: A nocturnal creature. It is rare for him not to sleep all day.#4: Often chooses to eat fruit over vegetables. His favorite are strawberries.#5: Cars are foreign to him, he chooses motorcycles to ride instead, it's easier for him.#6: Prefers to hunt vampires and drink their blood to survive and sometimes he does this for pleasure.#7: He is as dangerous to immortals as much as he is attractive!#8: Has Bat type wings, sharp claws and vampire fangs making in a bit vampiric in nature.#9: Never provoke the Crusnik he will see it as a threat to his existence and attack with feircesome intensity.#10: Doesn't take too kindly to other hunters who want to kill him. Beware!

GENERAL~NAME: MichaelMIDDLE: --LAST: StormholdNAME USED: Mick StormholdNICKNAME{S}: Mikey. Mickey. M. Ocean Eyes. AGE: 10,000 yrs / APPEARANCE: 21-25 yrsDOB: Winter SeasonSIGN: Might be a ScorpioRACE: CrusnikSEX: MalePOSITION: SwitchORIENTATION: BisexualPROFESSION: Hunter/Preditor.EYE COLOR: Crimson~Can change to ocean blue at will.HAIR COLOR: Dark BrownLENGTH: Little past shoulder lengthHEIGHT: 5'11"WEIGHT: 180lbsBODY: Lean. Toned. Muscular.SKIN TONE: Ivory/FairBIRTHMARK: None.TATTOOS/PIERCINGS: Yes/Yes 

September 18 2016     The sound of an owl up in the tree, Roman looked up , only to be distracked by the stars that were shinning. Stars always amazed him, tiny little things that twinkled, he sometimes wished he could be like one of them stars. In another place another world somewhere that made sence to him. Because he had struggled ever since he came out of hospital to understand who he was, and where he stood in this life, he didnt feel it get any better. He tried to talk to councilers but he found it hard to really find the right words, to explain to a stranger how he felt about losing his memories his child hood his own thoughts his own past scars. His feelings, his friends his family, they all felt like someone else's maybe they were, maybe they would never be his again. -- The thoughts were to hard sometiimes they consumed his mind. he was scared if he stayed here with the family he didnt know then he would lose himself all over again-    "i wish i was like Roman i wish i could just forget the things that had happend to me imagine that Julia your boy is the lucky one" -He heard his uncle in the distance the wind was travling so he could hear all they were saying as he sat at the bottom of the garden next to his brothers tree, the family were in the house but the door was open, of course they had way to much to drink. But hearing things like that shattered Roman, How could they posisbly understand the struggles he has with his past, how can they get it, the truth is they wont get it not unles something like that happens to them,. he wanted to shout and scream and tell them how he really felt. But instead he grabbed his guiatr, attempted to un stiffen  his hand , a little as he still struggled with his arms, sometimes. after the crash, his body is still healing. He hadnt realised, that his parents had seen his figure here, and they had made their way down towards him-   "Sometimes it feels like there is this ache in my heart and you are the only one who gets me" he mumbled to his brothers tree, Once more he gently strummbed on his guitar and began to sing- "I will sing it one last time for you, then we really have to go, you have been the only things that right in all i have done .. and i can barly look at you .. but every single time i do i know we will make it anywhere away from here. light up light, as if you have a choice even if you can not hear my voice i will be right beside you dear" Music had always been Roman's safe place when he was struggling in life, it was like he would just pick up his guitar and he would be okay. The past few years he had to go back to basics to learn everything all over again., That was really frustating for him for a boy who needed music- "We think its your time to leave us, we think you need to get out there and find who you really are" His parents quickly said, which made Roman stop and put his guiatr down, realising that right now was going be the start of him finding himself again.    Leaving the only place he had ever known didnt hurt as much as he thought it would, saying bye to his family, yes it was hard but he knew he had to do it, He had come so far already with his life, re learning how to live, they years bewteen 2017 -- 2023 where soul searching on his first adventure, he had stumbled in to a small little village by accident, It was there he met his first frined, His friend being a dog called Megan. She was only 6 months old. He found her in the country road, with a lead on and a little bed next to her, her eyes drew him in, Roman knew that he coudn't just leave her there, so he took her in hand, and went to the nearest police station, -- Roman stayed in that little town just for a few weeks, to see if she would be clamied, as know one ever did, the policeman allowed him to take the puppy, as the pair had bonded so well.    As the years went by the pair traveled around together in his little beat up van. Bonded well. Roman began to take small fits sometimes, and Megan was the one that had grow to know when these fits would happen, She could warn and let him know, and when he got anxious she was very good at calming him down. Once he saw a Dr and had to go on tablets for the fits, as it turned out that he had devopled epilepsy, from the accident the fits calmed down. But Megan was always on guard with a helping paw to help him when life got to much for him. He wasnt sure if he would have manged a life like this if it wasnt for his little dog, as she is now 5 years old, their little bond is as close as ever.-    11th May 2024   You ever belive in the word serendipity? it means finding something unexpected. - or the quote In the blink of an eye, something happens by chance - when you least expect it - sets you on a course that you never planned, into a future you never imagined. - this one day this one town has changed Roman's life for good, A simple chance metting with a stranger, but not just a stranger, a stranger that he had felt he had known in a past life, He had never felt that intence feeling to this day-      Soulmate Serendipity maybe he is just home?   Deciding to leave the little town, he was in, he closed his eyes and placed his own finger on the map san diego! This is where it all started, he had been in the town for a couple off, weeks, and had rented a little house, deciding he needed to build his money up, he worked at the local night club,. just performing, and sometimes worked behind the bar, anything he could do really. But it was one busy night when he stumbled across this man. Who has the most besutiful brown eyes and eyelashes that Roman addicated. Really before he meet Benny, he had not thought about what sexuality he was, he wasnt sure he really knows to this day. But all he knew was the minute he saw that man, he never wanted to breathe without him by his side., It was the scariest thing he had ever felt, he still cant explin it, Maybe its just love it doesnt need to be explined-    They spent late at night on the beach talking. they spoke about everything and nothing at all. But it was when he laid his head on Bennys shoulder. and listend to the way he spoke about his family, the way his eyes light up, as they were bought in to a converstaion. The way he understood Roman in a way that know one ever had, He opened up to Benny more or less right away confiding his life to him. telling him his story, But the strange thing was, it didnt feel like meeting someone new, it felt more like re meeting an old friend, someone who he  had knwon before. The bond is something so deep that he can't imagine his life without him .. maybe that is his journey this his purpose maybe he had to leave his family, to find his new story his new life Him. Understanding what feelings are, feeling things for one soul, that he could never put in to words. "I feel like i can rest now .. i have found my home" 

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01. Let's just get this out of the way now. Even though I consider Bill to be my main account.  I can not be online 24/7. I work a physically demanding job during the week and I care for two sick parents. Also I have a life away from this place. I will be here if time or muse hits. I don't like forcing out half handed starters or replies because of a time quota. If you can't be patient please delete me.02. I am a multi-para writer but known to dabble into novella territory when inspired to do so. Even though I do prefer to write in groups I will rp in comments. Messages are strictly for plotting. I do look over spelling and grammar errors due to my own imperfections.03. My version of Bill Compton is strictly based from the show True Blood. I have gone AU with in the sense that he's still the King of Louisiana and he had ended up taking the cure for Hep V. So no he didn't die in the finale, obviously. (Sorry if this is a spoiler.)04. I will say this now I am a grown man well over the age of 21. That will be reflected in the themes I allow in my writing.  Especially since I write themes of gore, blood drinking, violence, adult language, romantic/sensual themes.  I will not RP minor writers. 05. At the time of this blog post. I am involved 3 RPGS - The Catacombs (Which I assist in co-own/help run), Infernal & The Book Of Dreams (which I help admin in).  My priorities to these three groups will come before anything. That doesn't mean I won't rp with people outside of these groups, it just means the needs of the group will come first. If this a problem by all means, unfriend me. 06. Just to nip this in the bud.  Yes I am going to be multi-li or multi-ship here. Does that mean I'm gonna go to poundtown with every female on my page. No. It means if chemistry hits. I will allow more than one LI connection. I don't tolerate jealously. I keep all SLs separate.Now that being said, in real life I am involved with someone who does write on site. I have been for two years and I'm happily in love with this person. Just because I multi-li on Bill doesn't mean I'm open to OOC stuff too. If you blur the line of RP and reality, I will end our pairing and you will be contacted by my very pissed off girlfriend. 07. So I am not one to stick to their own verse. I just find it very restrictive. I will do crossovers as I love them. Verses I am particular keen to rp are within supernatural, sci-fi, fantasy and comic book realm but I'll add anyone as long as its plausiable to rp together. 08. Above all else please have fun and keep this place positive this is my most important rule. I do not like toxicity, bullying or negativity of any kind. If you're not here to write and keep things pleasant then I don't want you on my page.TO ENSURE THESE RULES HAVE BEEN READ. SIGN WITH YOUR NAME OF YOUR MUSE AND A GIF OF THEM OR THE ACTOR/ACTRESS YOU ARE USING. 

Hey what's a God without rules? I have them. They're pretty simple and I'm not picky about them much anymore cause nobody seems to follow them, but please, do your best to do so. In any case, here's a few things to know about my Chuck. Multi-para plus writer. This is obvious. I don't waste my time if your a one liner or paragraph writer only. I don't mind para writing for banter, but for an actually story, please do more then three paragraphs or more for your comment. Spelling and grammer is a must to know. Mature themes. All of my writing will have nc/17 plus themes. If you can't handle it, consider this your trigger warning now. Anything that happens in the show Supernatural will happen in my writing, so I suggest you watch that show for a good idea of how dark things can get.  Crossovers: I can fit Chuck into pretty much ANY universe. He's God after all and pretty much every universe has some version of a God, he can even change his appearance to fit into said universe. Say in Harry Potter, Chuck could be a Slytherin student or professor, in Star Wars? A Jedi Master, so on and so fourth. Just come up with a good storyline and anything is possible. Inactivity: I really don't give a crap if people are inactive around here. I'll never be one to delete someone for not responding right away. I get it, we all have lives and sometimes sh*t happens. This is an escape from real life and not meant to be stressful or taken too seriously. So, if you're one of those people who are very demanding and want a response right away, please delete me now, because you won't like waiting for me to respond and I won't like you sending me fifty thousand messages asking me to respond. I'm a busy God. How I write Chuck: Glad you asked. I can write him for whatever the storyline requires of me. Good God, bad God, two different Gods. Prophet Chuck, just a writer. Anything. I don't mind. I never liked the final season of Supernatural though and would like to rewrite that if I could. So please, let's forget that ever happened. Love Interests: Romantic interests? Chuck dates, yeah. He may flirt and want to do other things while he's pretending to be human. But, I think I will keep Chuck a one love interest for his account type of deal if that happens. Plus, it has to be a good story for us to be romantic interests. Something that will go somewhere and that's not just mindless sex, as fun as that is. I feel like multi-love interest people use that as an excuse to cheat on their current love interest or not satsified by just one writing partner and want to sleep around with more. That's just my opinion though, to each their own. Please no out of character drama. We don't need high school sh*t here, we'reall adults. Please act like one and treat others the way you'd like to be treated in real life.  Don't be a d*ck. This kind of goes with rule number 7, just don't do it. It's not cool. OF COURSE I LOVE BANTER PLEASE SEND ME AN INTRO WITH BANTER AND AN OOC MESSAGE AND I'LL RESPOND! No random comments. We plot first, then write out something after. We can even do a crappy storyline, Chuck's known for those! Just send me a message, I promise I won't smite you, yet. Thanks for reading! I hope those weren't that difficult. You can sign below if you want. USE YOUR JOHN HANC*CK TO DO SO! These are my ten crappy commandments. Hope to hear from you soon! Happy writing.    

It was a quiet evening at the West household. Hunter had just gotten home from another grueling day of practice with Ophelia. As he trudged into the living room, still catching his breath, his parents looked up from their respective books. "Hey champ, how'd it go today?" his dad Michael asked, offering a warm smile. Hunter opened his mouth to respond, but then paused, a new realization seeming to dawn across his features. He furrowed his brow pensively as he replayed a particular interaction between him and Ophelia from earlier. The way her hair fell across her face as they nailed that final spin...how her laugh made his heart flutter...the reassuring squeeze of her hand in his as they took their bows. "You know..." Hunter began slowly, choosing his words carefully. "Ophelia and I have been partners for what, over a decade now? Since we were just kids messing around at the local rink." His mom Evelyn nodded, sharing a knowing glance with Michael. "That's right, dear. You two have grown up together on that ice, chasing your dreams side-by-side." "Right. And obviously our connection and chemistry has always been...special, you know?" Hunter continued, pointedly avoiding his parents' amused expressions. "She's my best friend. The person who knows me better than anyone in this world." He exhaled heavily, mentally working up the nerve to finally voice the thought that had been swirling more and more frequently. "What I'm trying to say is...I think..." Hunter faltered momentarily before barreling forward with the confession. "I think I might be in love with Ophelia." The words hung in the air for a beat before his parents began chuckling in unison. Hunter's brow furrowed in confusion and slight indignation at their reaction. "What? What's so funny?" he asked defensively. Evelyn shook her head with a warm smile. "Oh honey, we're not laughing at you. It's just..." She glanced at Michael, who was still wheezing with laughter, before finishing her thought. "Congratulations on being the last one to finally realize what everyone else has seen for years, sweetie."

The amber liquid burned Hunter's throat as he drained another glass, seeking that familiar solace at the bottom of every bottle. The dingy bar blurred around him, a safe haven to escape the endless cycle spinning through his mind - memories of that fateful day constantly on rewind, replaying each agonizing second when a flawless routine shattered into shards of regret. Stumbling out into the harsh chill of the night air, reality slapped him once again - he'd done it again, let the guilt and shame fester until the only relief was surrendering to the oblivion of drunken numbness. Each bender chipped away another piece of the man he used to be, the fearless artist who danced across the ice with effortless passion and joy. But tonight was different. Ophelia's tear-stained face flooded his memory, her trembling voice crackling like the dying embers he felt mirrored in his soul, "I can't keep watching you self-destruct like this, Hunter. You're killing yourself...and us in the process. Please, you have to get help...for both of us." Her raw, achingly vulnerable pleas lodged in his chest like shrapnel tearing through skin. For years, he'd desperately clung to the idea that she could never see the true depths he'd plunged - that by some miracle her love would remain untainted by his spiral. But now, staring at the shattered reflection in a puddle, Hunter understood with searing clarity that his reckless alcoholism wasn't just poisoning his own life - it was slowly strangling the last precious threads keeping their bond alive after so many years of harbored trauma, regret, and unspoken feelings frozen in time. He crumpled to his knees on the unforgiving pavement, gasping for air as if the weight of a thousand lives lost pressed down on his fragile frame. Ophelia's love, her gentleness, her spirit - it had been his sole constant liferaft in the turbulent sea of self-loathing and doubt constantly battering his psyche. And now, the gutting truth revealed itself - he was staring into the deep abyss of losing her forever to the all-consuming darkness rapidly unraveling the semblance of life he still clung to. This was his reckoning, his cosmic wake-up call forcing him to confront the demons that had mercilessly tormented him for far too long. Tonight, as the frigid air burned his lungs, a sobering flicker of hope revealed itself - a chance to claw his way back from this brink, to rediscover the unbreakable strength and perseverance that had once bonded their souls so seamlessly for a decade across the ice. He would honor their journey, their dreams, their connection by beating this demon gnawing at his existence...or be utterly consumed by it. There would be no more running, no more numbing the pain with a temporary antidote that only poisoned him further. It was time to fight, to reclaim the fearless fire that had been his lifeblood, the spark that had set their passionate routines ablaze in front of arenas full of awestruck fans. Summoning every ounce of fortitude still lingering in his shattered spirit, Hunter vowed to purge the inner self-loathing toxin before it bled him dry for good. He would face down each waking nightmare, endure every anguished memory, embrace the overwhelming tides of guilt - and emerge from the tempest reborn and whole once more. If not for himself, he would do it for her: the other half of his soul, now standing on the other side of the yawning chasm, hand outstretched with love and belief in the man he could still be.

Here are five times Hunter almost texted Ophelia: It was late one night as Hunter nursed a glass of whiskey, memories of Ophelia's smile and infectious laugh replaying in his mind. His thumb hovered over her contact, ready to confess how much he missed her. But he stopped himself, convincing his heart it was for the best to let her go. After an intense sparring session at the gym, Hunter caught his reflection in the mirror - sweaty, muscles rippling. He smirked, picturing Ophelia's reaction if he sent her a flirty selfie with "Missing this?" as the caption. His fingers twitched towards his phone before hesitation kicked in. Ophelia's favorite band was playing in town, and for a split second, Hunter's fingers began typing out "Two tickets for old time's sake?" He could already envision her delighted smile. But then reality hit - they were over, and opening that door again risked further heartbreak. It was a crisp autumn evening when Hunter walked past the ice cream shop where he'd taken Ophelia on some of their first dates. Unbidden, his phone appeared in his palm as he started to joke "Feeling nostalgic for those double-scoop sugar highs..." He stopped, throat tightening. Hunter's finger lingered over Ophelia's contact info as he composed a message for the hundredth time: "I'm sorry. For everything." Regrets swirled in his mind, but he couldn't bring himself to hit send and risk reopening old wounds. The One Time: It was a quiet Tuesday evening when Hunter's phone lit up with Ophelia's name and picture. His breath caught in his throat as he fumbled to answer the FaceTime call with shaking hands. When her soft smile filled the screen, all his practiced speeches escaped him. "H...hey," was all he could manage as his heart thundered in his chest. Ophelia simply gazed at him for a loaded moment. "I miss you, Hunter," she finally murmured, voicing the words he could never quite say himself. And just like that, the door was open once more.

Another night, another bottle rapidly drained in a futile attempt to extinguish the eternal bonfire of shame and regret searing through Hunter’s soul. If he squeezed his eyes shut tightly enough, the room would spin and blur around him, transporting him back to happier times. He could practically hear the phantom roars of adoring crowds cheering their names, feel the electrifying rush of nailing their signature throw triple axel on hallowed ice. The high of pushing their bodies to the extremes and being universally revered as one of the greatest pairs teams of all time used to be Hunter’s unquenchable drug. Until that fateful night when Ophelia’s entire world shattered like the fragile ice beneath her blades. The sickening snap of her leg fracturing replayed on a searing loop in Hunter’s memory, no amount of whiskey potent enough to blot it out completely. All those years of tireless training and sacrifice, building an unbreakable bond and transcendent partnership - crushed in a single obliterating moment. The unrelenting guilt of being physically unscathed while his other half’s dreams imploded around them consumed Hunter. A mirthless, guttural chuckle emerged from the deepest recesses of his whiskey-ravaged throat as Hunter’s bloodshot eyes bored into his own disheveled, haunted reflection. Who was this pathetic, self-destructive shell of a man mocking him from the cracked mirror? Definitely not the fearless, unstoppable athlete who once owned the world alongside his vital other half. Down another burning gulp to blot out the memory…only for it to be immediately replaced by the cataclysmic sense of abject failure encircling him like a viscous, inescapable tar pit. All those years of sacrifice, of forsaking a normal childhood and teenage experiences, of pouring his entire existence into a craft - all obliterated in a single catastrophic moment. Staring down at the almost-empty bottle cradled in his trembling hands, Hunter felt a wave of revulsion roil through him. The proud, confident young dynamo who used to own the world from center ice was now just a hollow shadow mainlining misery and self-pity through the bottom of a glass. How had he plunged from the dizzying heights of being the best in the world at his art to this pathetic, unrecognizable nadir? The self-loathing chewed away at Hunter’s insides with increasing fervor until it felt like he might actually crack apart at the seams. The thought of his former skating partner’s name twisted the serrated dagger of shame and regret deeper into Hunter’s guts. Sweet, nurturing Ophelia had been the driving force keeping him upright after her career-ending accident. Her resilience and refusal to let the tragedy utterly derail them both was breathtaking. Hunter had been in hopeless awe of her strength even as he crumbled under the weight of crippling survivors’ guilt. But he’d predictably driven Ophelia away with his perpetual spiral of self-destruction and weakness, letting her down like he disappointed everyone who ever believed in their meteoric talents. Hunter could still see the crushed look in her warm, caring eyes the night she finally realized he couldn’t be the supportive partner she needed in return. She deserved so much better than his pitiful shell. The waves of self-loathing left Hunter desperately gasping for air, as if the weight of his cowardice and failures were physically suffocating him. So he raised the bottle to his lips and kept drinking - the bitter balm his only fleeting refuge from the oppressive crush of having to face the consequences of abandoning the light of his life in her darkest hours. If only he could go numb enough to block out the crushing magnification of how far he’d plummeted from the exalted throne of his former greatness. Then maybe Hunter could simply cease to exist altogether - the fate he’d convinced himself he deserved after disgracing his sport and surrendering to the demons slowly devouring him from the inside out.

La Dulzura del Hogar The Sweetness of Home www.roleplayer.me/1959615 The scents of sizzling chiles, warm tortillas, and freshly brewed cafécito greeted Benji like an embrace the second he stepped through the faded red door. This cozy little casa on Pepper Drive had been the unshakable centro of his childhood - the place where he was truly, unconditionally at home in a way nowhere else could replicate. "¡Ahí está mi chamaquito!" his Abuelita Rosario's melodious voice rang out from the tiny galley kitchen. Benji grinned, warmth suffusing his soul at the beloved childhood nickname only she called him. Crossing the living room in three long strides, he found his diminutive abuelita presiding over the battered old stove, her cloudlike mane of silver hair pulled into a low bun. "¡Abuelita!" Bending low, he scooped the delicate little woman into his arms for a fierce bearhug, breathing in her comforting fragrance of gardenias and freshly baked conchas. "Ay, mi vida," Rosario gasped out a wheezy laugh, returning his embrace just as fervently despite her small stature. She pulled back to cup his stubbly cheek in a weathered palm, warm brown eyes sparkling with boundless love. "You get more hugable each time I see you, mijo." Just then, a gruff harrumph sounded from the doorway. "If you're quite finished mauling my esposa, Benjamín?" Chuckling, Benji turned to face his Abuelito Tomás - still as ram-rod straight and tauter than a bowstring at eighty-five. His grandfather's ruggedly chiseled features and steely grey eyes were instantly recognizable as the genetic sculpting blocks passed to Benji and generations before them. Tomás's mouth twitched in that subtle smirk Benji had inherited as he enveloped his grandson in a bone-crushing abrazo. "It's good to see you, muchacho. Though maybe next time, just a visit instead of neglecting your poor abuelos for two months!" Benji accepted the teasing rebuke with a laugh, clapping his grandfather firmly on his wiry back. "Hey, you know the drill - I go wherever the waves call me next. This time it was Oaxaca." "Speaking of..." Rosario tsked, brandishing a well-worn spatula at him. "I have photos to add to la caja!" Warmth bloomed in Benji's chest at the mention of la caja - the beaten old cigar box Abuelita had been carefully filling with mementos, sketches, and candid snapshots of her only grandson's life of adventure since he was a boy. It was her pride and joy, always displayed prominently on the living room's scarred coffee table amongst the woven serapes and potted flora. Rosario's beatific gaze shone with a mother's radiant delight as Benji slid onto a cracked vinyl stool at the counter, shooting his grandfather an amused look and relishing a whiff of the cinnamon-laced hot chocolate brewing. This tiny, homey cocina was the sacred gathering place where Benji experienced love, community, and the warmest sense of belonging - all epitomized by the two indomitable pillars of their family presiding over simple rituals like nightly dinners and stories swapped over sobremesa. He may have inherited an adventurer's soul driving him to relentlessly seek new vistas. But engulfed in the timeless rhythms and devotion of this humble casa, Benji also recognized the priceless gifts from his abuelos' generation - the unshakable love of familia and the quiet dignity of honoring one's roots, no matter how far passion scattered those seeds into the winds of the world. This place was his verdadero hogar, the soul's harbor that would forever shelter and ground him between each new journey out amongst the tides of destiny. Short quote here.   template credit.

Just a quick PSA: We already threw this in the rules, but we want to reiterate that prospective members don't have to have played the Cyberpunk 2077 game! If you think a futuristic urban setting sounds fun, then hop on into our RPG! The admin are more than excited to work with you if you need help with character creation / world building. :) That being said, here's the audition form - good luck! x ═════════════════ ⋆★⋆ ═════════════════⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙OOC:1. What brings you to City of Dreams?2. Has anyone from the group referred you? If so, who?3. What is your discord handle?4. Are you able to remain active within the group? (Two monthly activity checks):5. What is Ky's favorite color?═════════════════ ⋆★⋆ ═════════════════BASIC INFORMATION:Full name:Alias(es):Age:DOB:Ethnicity:Hometown:Occupation:[Optional] LI/ relationship status:Desired playby:Backup playby:Desired neighborhood:Backup neighborhood:[Optional] (If you'd like a specific occupation, or if you'd like your character to run a business in/ around Night City, let us know here! You can discuss with a mod once you're in):═════════════════ ⋆★⋆ ═════════════════DEEP DIVE:Quote that represents your character:Three positive traits:Three negative traits:[Optional deeper questions, just for fun!]Background (culture, values, religion, etc.):Your character's hobbies/ interests; How do they spend their free time?:One thing your character has done that they deeply regret:A dark secret your character keeps about themselves:═════════════════ ⋆★⋆ ═════════════════WRITING SAMPLE:We'd love to see a snippet of your character that you'll be using for the CoD RPG! Please provide us with at least 2 paragraphs, written as your character. If you're not familiar with Night City, that's totally okay! It can be a snippet of them in conversation, or something from their past, or anything that gives us a little glimpse at your character.[2+ paragraphs here, please!]═════════════════ ⋆★⋆ ═════════════════If you have any questions at all, or if you'd like to include a little bio of your character, here's your spot to put it!An admin will get back to questions ASAP, and if you get into the group, we can toss your bio onto the Tumblr page. :)Thank you for filling out our audition form - we can't wait to read through it. Good luck!

Just a quick PSA: We already threw this in the rules, but we want to reiterate that prospective members don't have to have played the Cyberpunk 2077 game! If you think a futuristic urban setting sounds fun, then hop on into our RPG! The admin are more than excited to work with you if you need help with character creation / world building. :) That being said, here's the audition form - good luck! x ═════════════════ ⋆★⋆ ═════════════════⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙OOC:1. What brings you to City of Dreams?2. Has anyone from the group referred you? If so, who?3. What is your discord handle?4. Are you able to remain active within the group? (Two monthly activity checks):5. What is Ky's favorite color?═════════════════ ⋆★⋆ ═════════════════BASIC INFORMATION:Full name:Alias(es):Age:DOB:Ethnicity:Hometown:Occupation:[Optional] LI/ relationship status:Desired playby:Backup playby:Desired neighborhood:Backup neighborhood:[Optional] (If you'd like a specific occupation, or if you'd like your character to run a business in/ around Night City, let us know here! You can discuss with a mod once you're in):═════════════════ ⋆★⋆ ═════════════════DEEP DIVE:Quote that represents your character:Three positive traits:Three negative traits:[Optional deeper questions, just for fun!]Background (culture, values, religion, etc.):Your character's hobbies/ interests; How do they spend their free time?:One thing your character has done that they deeply regret:A dark secret your character keeps about themselves:═════════════════ ⋆★⋆ ═════════════════WRITING SAMPLE:We'd love to see a snippet of your character that you'll be using for the CoD RPG! Please provide us with at least 2 paragraphs, written as your character. If you're not familiar with Night City, that's totally okay! It can be a snippet of them in conversation, or something from their past, or anything that gives us a little glimpse at your character.[2+ paragraphs here, please!]═════════════════ ⋆★⋆ ═════════════════If you have any questions at all, or if you'd like to include a little bio of your character, here's your spot to put it!An admin will get back to questions ASAP, and if you get into the group, we can toss your bio onto the Tumblr page. :)Thank you for filling out our audition form - we can't wait to read through it. Good luck!

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͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘General Information 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙Name: Saengdao "Maé" KanjanapasNickname: Maé (May)Age: 21 years oldBirthdate: June 21, 2002Birthplace:Chiang Mai, ThailandCurrent Living: Seoul, South KoreaOccupation: Barista at a cafe / Newbie modelNationality: Thai/ FrenchSexuality: GayLanguages: Thai, French, English, and Korean͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 Family and Friends𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙Mother: Emmeline D'AbovilleRelationship: Decent, she will take care of Mae out of the watch of his father but when his father says or does something she stands by and watches. Father: Mongkut KanjanapasRelationship: Terrible, Controlling type and a bit abusive, doesn't like how Mae is so constantly tries  to toughen him up and make him like a real man.Older Brother: Thaksin "Hero" KanjanapasRelationship: Terrible, He constantly picks on Mae, hates who Mae is, and will do anything to make sure he feels small and unwanted. Friend(s): TBA͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 Outlook𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙Hair Style: Usually cut short, sometimes will be pushed backHair Color: Dyed various colors but Orange seems to be the main color he hasEye Color: BrownSkin type: Pale/slightly tannedBody Type: Slender and smallHeight: 5'5"Weight: 130 lbs͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 Personality/Favorites𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙Personality: Mae's personality ranges between being really bubbly and cute to being shy and quiet, just depends on who he is around. If around people who are overly angry or he feels like they are annoyed with him, his walls will come straight up and his personality will hide. Favorite Color(s): Mostly pink but anything pastelFavorite Food(s): Sushi, Anything Sweet or meat or SpicyFavorite Drink(s): Boba Tea, Strawberry/Watermelon Flavored drinksFavorite Movie(s): Encanto (Top Favorite), Disney, Horror, or Marvel moviesFavorite Music: Anything but country music, HyperpopHobbies: Drawing, Painting, Crocheting, Plush collectingLikes: Strawberries, Cuddling, Flowers/Nature, Eating, and Rainy DaysDislikes: Stress, Drama, Spiders/Bugs other than butterflies, The darkHabits: Munching on Food, Playing with his hair, biting his lip, and purring͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 Background𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙Birth/Childhood: Mae was born in Chiang Mai, Thailand to a Thai father and a french mother, the second child in the family, the moment he was brought home from the hospital he was already hated by his older brother. He was raised pretty spoiled by his mother but his father barely had much to do with him. By the time he was 4 years old his family moved to France to live in Paris as his father owned a company and he began to go to school becoming fluent in French along with his Thai. As he grew he found his love for art and many other different hobbies, though when he was 10 years old that was when the abuse began with his older brother and his father since his looks were becoming more feminine than masculine. Teenager/20 years old: About the time Mae was 15 years old he began to show up to school with many bruises on his body and face which alerted the French police. After about the third time they came to the house his father moved the entire family to another country, South Korea figuring if they hid somewhere new they could start all over again. Once settling in Mae was sent to classes with his brother to learn Korean as Mae was able to do it quickly. He sat watching his father getting a new company, his brother slowly getting worse, and his mother getting more and more quiet about the abuse Mae was getting around the house. At the age of 19 he found himself his first boyfriend, someone he thought he would always be happy with. But after the first few months the boyfriend suddenly got possessive and very weird. Kept commenting on how much like a girl he looked, anything to make Mae feel like he was crawling in his skin. Eventually it got to the point that he was being forced to only stay at home, he wasn't allowed to leave or do anything as his ex believed he would run off with other men. Soon the actions turned to the man he thought he was going to be with being another person that would put bruises on his body. He felt trapped and unable to control what he was doing. It took until he was 20 to be able to run away and find his own place away from the ex-boyfriend and his family. Current: At the age of 21 he now works as a barista in a cafe and is a model in training this would get him enough money for rent, food, and to splurge on his love for drawing and painting. He spends a lot of his free time going out to try new food and create art of nature, constantly hiding from the possibility of running into his family again, though he secretly meets up with his mother so she doesn't worry. Now he's just looking for a life full of friends and happiness