Please do not control my character's actions or thoughts.

Any irreversible injuries will not be tolerated (I only have an exception for Michael Myers)

Death of my character is not something I'd allow.

I will NOT make changes to my original character to fit any scenario.

And.. starting an rp where our characters are already in a relationship is not something I enjoy doing. So please keep that in mind if you happen to be reading this.

My fastest rp response time is 20 to 40 minutes because I tend to overthink things without realizing it. So rushing may be a big no no

Logan Hiroki is my MHA OC he is a robot which is a side effect of his quirk this is a brief introduction to him and his story.

Name: Logan Robotto Hiroki
Gender: Male
Age:17
Species: human
Quirk: Mechanical music
Description of Quirk: Mechanical music is a mutation quirk which mutated Logan into a machine when he was born. His body is human like with human feature but with two large speakers built Into his chest. These speakers can play sounds and music which when Logan plays music from these speakers he can boost the attributes of the people who hear his music. This applies to himself primarily and the effects are doubled when he fights to the beat. His body being mechanical in nature allowed him to augment his body with weapons and armor to further improve his combat efficiency.

Description: A very kind and intelligent robot with a giant smile in his face at all times. He is friendly and loves to make friends. He loves to make and tinker with things in his spare time.

Ezra lives in a small village called Achugawa. He lives in a world where no one wants for anything. There is no government but a few laws are implemented to protect those that live in the village. Being the son of the chief of the village has is perks and cons but he is held in such high regard; a position he never wanted and doesn't really care for. Erzra spends a lot of time roaming the forest around his village. A village that seems to never be without rain.

First born prince of the Dawnmire Kingdom, Augustus Philip Hawke. A mouthful, I'm sure. This lovely prince is more than just a pretty face. Housing extreme intelligence, charm and grace has left every woman before him in awe. His time is spent helping his father; King Charles Adrian Hawke, with diplomatic affairs and war strategy. Though only seventeen, Augustus has more than proven himself of ruling the Kingdom after his father. His four younger brothers admire him but secretly wish for his downfall.

An old God of war and destruction. If one could look over his status they would find him to be charming, witty, and Sadistic. With a thirst for more power, Kha'lil travels not only the world but travels between dimensions. Him and Kalisami share a rich and intimate history. He's one of the few men who could say he's been in her bed. A bed he longs to return to but she constantly turns down his advances. Kha'lil enjoys very few things; wine, women, men and food. Yes, that's right he enjoys both genders equally, but he prefers to be the top. He always has to be in control.

[ Friends Blog ]
Tba.

Before Fame: I experienced delight in music by covering the Blink-182 song "Dammit" on the guitar when I was a teen.

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Trivia: I helped Falling in Reverse earn a top five album on the U.S. Alternative and Indie charts in 2011 with The Drug in Me Is You.


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Random Fact: Appeared on an episode of L.A. Ink with Kat Von D, during which I got a tattoo of a frog riding a horse.

Full name: Ronald Joseph Radke.

Stage Name: Ronnie Radke.

Gender: Male.

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius.

Birthdate: December 15, 1983. (age 40)

Current Residence: Las Vegas, Nevada, U.S.

Sexuality: Straight.

Height: 6’1’’

Hair Color: Black.

Eye Color: Light brown.

Occupations: Singer, Songwriter, Rapper, Musician and record producer.

Years Active: 1998–present.

Children: 1

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[ Musical career ]

Genres: Post-hardcore, Metalcore, Hard rock, Pop punk, Glam metal, Screamo, Emo, Rapcore, Hip hop, Electronicore.

Instruments: Vocals, Piano, Guitar, Bass, Drums.

Labels: Epitaph Records.

Formerly of: Escape the Fate.

Member of: Falling in Reverse.

Website: fallinginreverse.com

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Backstory: Rose to popularity as the lead singer for post-hardcore band Escape the Fate, But was kicked out in 2008 after being sentenced to prison for violating probation. While in prison, I started a new band, Falling in Reverse, Which I formally announced upon my release from prison in December 2010. As a solo musician, I released a rap mixtape, Watch Me, in 2014.

1. NO GOD MODING. God-moding refers to invincible, powerful characters that cannot be harmed or defeated.

2. NO GHOSTING. Don’t leave your partner hanging if you’re going away or no longer interested in the roleplay. If you’re going to be gone for a bit and won’t be able to reply, Let me know. I’ll give you three days to reply and if I don’t hear from you I’ll probably remove you.

3. SPELLING & GRAMMAR. While some mistakes are alright, You should still put some effort into keeping your sentence structure and spelling correct.

4. RESPECT. Respect each other’s ideas. Respect each other’s time. Respect each other as people. There is another person on the end of your computer or phone screen that is taking the time out of their day to write something to you.

5. EFFORT. Roleplaying is a collaborative effort. Example: If you give me 5 sentences after a starter expect the same thing back. Mix & match.

Indemira wasn't one for abiding by those pesky laws. In her mind, they only applied to peasants. A patrician, like herself, regarded them as mere suggestions. It was this naughty attitude that had enticed her pride, Casimir. The rogue was born of lesser stock, but he had his uses. Myan had claimed him, so it only seemed natural to do what she did best: one up the fox-eared strumpet.

Casimir's admiration for Indemira was evident in his every glance, in the way they shared their intimate moments. The Varenkun people were renowned for their grace and allure, traits that the jinniyah had adopted. She may have enhanced certain aspects of her appearance, but who could blame her? Beauty was a weapon, one she intended to wield to her advantage.

The trek through the swamp was onerous. The foul air, filthy water, and enormous insects were unbecoming of one of her station. It didn't help that Indemira couldn't resist flaunting her faultless characteristics and capital. She'd rather be caught dead than not doused in her vanilla-infused perfume, colorful and bejeweled habiliment, and jewelry. Her outfit was skin-tight, made from the scales of fallen saurians. She was going native, trying her best to blend in with the savages of the jungle.

The mud made each step taxing, compelling the enchantress to grouse under her breath. "The defiled can scorch this place, that would be fine by me." She complained before flicking her green hair back. Her nose wiggled as her rabbit ears drooped. That small cotton tail wagged as she soughed while grabbing her hips. The djinn presented her lion with a highfalutin huff and glare as if she expected him to do something.

Indemira smacked her succulent lips together, only to pull some chapstick from her breast and apply it to her plump lips. She'd smack them together before sliding it back inside of her pocket realm, only to pull out some perfume and spray it to ward off the offensive odor of decay.

"Better..." she muttered, only to freeze as a giant dragonfly landed on her bust. Indemira froze, her color fading from her striking face. The patrician jumped and clung to a nearby willow tree, swinging her fan to scare off the bug. Once it buzzed off, she sighed, closing her eyes and waiting for Casimir's aid. The ruins were visible in the distance, making this unnecessary delay irksome.

The jinniyah was aware of what they were searching for. But try as Casimir may, she wouldn't disclose what rested in that tomb. The way she saw it, they weren't pillaging a tomb or defiling a culture. They were liberating its treasures to enrich those in need, mainly her house. She was confident the former inhabitants would understand. After all, there were few as important as her.

A new office job listing. The pay seems good. The hours perfect. It just seems a bit odd that so many of the coworkers are almost... Too pretty.

A scrapper is dragging androids out from an old battlefield and repairing them, among... Other things.

A strange manor has shown up recently. Exploring it seems like a bad idea, and yet, something about it is calling to you.

More to come.

1. Regarding romance/shipping: I don't see it being something I'd explore with Ness, given how he's more of a silent adventuring type. I don't have much interest in exploring this with the character. The only person he's implied that he might have a relationship with is Paula; mostly, his mother thinks so. It's not officially confirmed either.


2. No N*FW/ero: It's not happening, I won't entertain the idea of it given the kind of character Ness is. Anyone who requests it or only wants to write for this will be BLOCKED. It's common sense and I won't partake in any l*wding nonsense with this character. Hopefully, most people understand this concept.


3. Length: As long as you write more than one-liner length, that's genuinely all I care about. A single para alone will suffice, and if you want to write more than one para I won't mind that. Novella length is a bit trickier for me and will take me longer to reply to. So keep that in mind if you are a Novella writer.




4. Patience: I'm the kind of person, who forgets a lot. Not to mention I live in an apartment, and that can be rather exhausting at times. So if I've forgotten to respond in a while just send the good ol reminder and I'll get back to you whenever I can. However, don't act entitled about responses. To quote Dave Grohl "I don't owe you anything" It's a hobby, not a 9-5 Job.

Character: Dimmera Casilon

Driven by an unquenchable thirst for power and control.
Seeks to expand his dominion over the monster world, seeing himself as superior to both monsters and humans.
Obsessed with acquiring wealth and resources, regardless of the consequences.

Birth: Conceived by a demon and a human mother, Dimmera inherited his father's horns and human form.
Isolation and Rejection: Outcast from both human and monster societies, Dimmera harbored a deep resentment and loner mentality.
Acquisition of Power: Through cunning and manipulation, Dimmera rose through the ranks of the monster world, eventually establishing his own stronghold.
Betrayal and Conquest: He ruthlessly betrayed his allies and expanded his territory, consolidating his dominance.

None: Dimmera treats his subjects with contempt and sees no value in forming meaningful connections with others.

Over the centuries, Dimmera's heart has hardened, and his empathy has withered away.
He has embraced the darkness within him, becoming a heartless and cruel ruler.
Despite his delusions of grandeur, Dimmera is plagued by a deep sense of isolation and emptiness.
His ambition and greed have blinded him to the consequences of his actions, leading him down a path of self-destruction.

WooPil ended up falling asleep shortly after they ate their snacks and Elton didn't come back till morning, as he didn't want to risk waking the child up, had he gone to retrieve him late at night.

As he goes to pick WooPil up, he warns Blade to get ready for that evening, because they are going to have a family gathering with his aunt and cousin. He tells Blade at what time he'll come to pick him up for the event, that same evening, and leaves.

He returns to their home at the exact time he said, still carrying WooPil with him and… pretty much all the food they will have for dinner. He waits for Blade to join them, so they can teleport.

The night in Teyss's manor proceeds quiet and pleasant, except from the endless sobbing of Suanni, till dawn. She doesn't take it well when parties don't go as she planned and, for her standards, it was a total flop, where everyone, including her son, left before the cake. But she knows why her son and husband left, although she doesn't take it well.

The morning is just as peaceful, but with a sort of weird atmosphere. Suanni is now sleeping, Raiel took Yang somewhere outside to show him something and Fae is sleeping under the shade of a large umbrella in the sand, near the sea.
Plus, there is a weird dude that wasn't at the party for sure, who has only one arm and a very piratesque outfit and demeanour.

Suddenly, there is a high pitched, female scream from the outside, breaking the silence.