Hi there, Lo here. Avid role player and your friendly neighborhood degenerate at your service. I'm on my third decade refusing to expire now and I enjoy bad movies, loud music and old video games. I've been role playing on and off for over a decade now and my experience has run the gamut from tabletop RPG's to online forum based stuff like what we got here. I'm a pretty easy going guy if not a bit of a crass edgelord. To some I might come off as slightly nihilistic but I'm simply of the mind that nothing and no one should be taken too seriously and I tend to poke fun at anything or anyone who does. I have a somewhat dry sense of humor but don't worry, I usually won't make any school shooting jokes around you until I know you can hang. On the whole though I usually give what I get from folks. If you are nice and considerate with me, I will be with you. But if you act a fool, expect ridicule.

I'm generally fairly flexible when it comes to role playing and may be willing to compromise on any of the bullet points listed below. But one thing I absolutely have no time or patience for is bullshit of any stripe. If you're not feeling our RP at any point, tell me so. Don't ghost me. Communicate with me, and I mean really communicate. Tell me what you like, what you don't like and help me get a feel for what you wanna see in our story. Don't just tell me what you think I wanna hear, that's not fair for either of us. If you think you can manage that much everything else is negotiable. Let me know you understand this by including my lucky number nine at the beginning of your message if you decide to DM me. Now, on to the not so long awaited list of things I'd like to request.



Keep in touch

I understand that life happens sometimes but I really would appreciate it if you didnt leave me hanging. It's rather discouraging when a partner goes silent on me for weeks on end and I have no idea why.



No god modding

I've never had any run-ins with this sort of things but all the smoke I've seen in other people's RTs suggests there are at least a few fires out there. So to cover my ass here, don't write for my character's thoughts or any major actions, period. If you wanna have my character do something benign like follow yours down the street or notice something strange or eye catching, that's fine. But I'll probably just drop the plot if you try and puppet my mains. With that said, I often include side characters in my plots and my hands off policy is incrementally less strict with them depending on how important they are to the plot.



No one liners

It's just no fun for me when I give my partner a steak and they feed me peanuts in exchange. Ideally I'd like at least three full and detailed paragraphs per response from my partner but I'd be fine with a measly one if its engaging. Remember, role plays are a two way street. And if were aren't both enjoying the other's writing then why waste our time.



Build the story with me

Almost every role play I've ever been in has had me playing the role of DM. I control the world, the people and am expected to drive the plot while my partners simply react. While I dont mind this, if you really wanna grab my attention, then take me for a ride once in a while. Drive the plot, develop the world and fill it with interesting goodies right alongside me. Don't leave me with all the heavy lifting and our chances of a long a fruitful RP go up exponentially.



Quality over quantity

Now you might be thinking to yourself, "no one liners? Pffft, I got this!" Well hold on there sport, while It's true that most folks don't really dig one liner role plays. Personally I'm not really interested in post length for the sake of post length. Needless filler and fluff are just as boring for me as a one liners. I'd rather my partner write well then just write a lot. Wordplay, visceral imagery, banter, lore and world building. These are the things I like to see. Not padding by way of repetition or entire paragraphs dedicated to detailing your character's outfit.



Kink, blood and strangeness

While my primary focus is and will usually always be a good plot and character development. Three things I absolutely adore in my role plays are kinky sex, brutal violence and anything odd or obscure. The more detail involved, the better. So why not go crazy with me? Wanna make your character a shape shifting, gender fluid creature from the depths of the ocean who likes to tie mine up and [the following descriptor has been deemed a war crime and redacted] leaving him panting on the slab covered in all kinds of gooey stuff? Oh yeah! Marry me! Can you paint a vivid picture of a brutal murder scene or an unspeakable creature ripping its prey apart? Go for it! And if you can come up with something that makes me go "huh, don't see that everyday." I'll probably keep you forever! You have been warned!

I'm online just about every day. But I may or may not post daily. Writing is a hobby for me and it's just one of many. Sometimes my interests will just drift elsewhere. But I will never ghost you. I hate when that shit happens to me and, as they say, you gotta be the change you wanna see in the world. That said, I can usually do multiple replies per day if I'm really invested in the plot. Or just really boared. My replies are multi paragraph, ranging anywhere from between 2 to 5 with my average response length being somewhere in the middle but like I've said, I'm of the mind that quality trumps quantity and I won't sit there and grind out needlessly long posts unless I feel like I have something interesting going on in them. With smut I have almost no limits and will go out of my way to accommodate each and every one of your favorite fetishes in as much detail as possible so long as they aren't on the short short list of stuff even I'm not into. I'm most in my element playing male characters but can play female and other types with the right partner so don't hesitate to ask if that's what you're into.

So who doesn't love a good plot? No one, that's who! There is little I enjoy more than a good character driven story and even when it comes to heavy smut I always make sure to have something going on other than the naughty stuff to drive things forward. But my ideal role play is one where I can truly immerse myself. I wanna laugh and cry with the characters. I wanna forget they're just words on a screen. I wanna be thinking about their story at all hours of the day. My best case scenario is a story I can obsess over like a madman. I adore horror, fantasy, sci-fi, and pretty much anything that breaks from the mundane. Also, I have a huge weakness for a good romance plot. But good characters can suck me right into pretty much any setting at all. The characters are my favorite part of any story. Their trials and tribulations, how they grow through their experiences and what drives them on? Oh yeah baby! That's my jam right there. I love complex and sympathetic villains, troubled heroes and pretty much anything as far as supernatural types go. But I'm fairly lukewarm on the idea of fandoms. I wanna see your character, not your interpretation of someone else's, no offense. If you can bring a good measure of charisma to the table you might be able to suck me into a fandom setting but on the whole I just prefer full creative freedom both for myself and my partner which is why I don't really get down with boxing myself into pre established characters and worlds someone else wrote.

It was ten million years ago that perdition finally overflowed into the mortal plane. Humans had fucked, killed, cheated and betrayed their way to hell on earth in record time. Never in all of eternity had an age of light been so brief. But it's been over for so long now that no one even remembers what the light was like.

At first it was utter chaos. Demons took the world of man, held it down and collectively raped and mutilated it into such a disfigured mockery of its former self that, for a time, the only language spoken seemed to consist solely of screams, crying and predatory howls of dominance. Soon all of human culture was scoured from the planet and the minds of those kept alive, whether by their wits or as livestock. And as the blessing of death was slowly removed from what remained of earth, an inevitable eco system emerged from the chaos. The more humans and demons failed to exterminate one another after this point, the more complex that ecosystem became. And soon it would grow into something not entirely hell, but not entirely earth either.

These days, the world would be startlingly similar to the one that was murdered eons ago. Humans and Demons evolved side by side to form societies, cultures and complex political and economic systems offering some order to the madness that tore it's way into earth. But one thing remains constant, Demons top the food chain. In places, humans are still kept as livestock. Pavlovian conditioning renders them pliant to their masters. Those who resist are quickly recycled and taken out of the gene pool to avoid polluting the minds of the others.

In other places, the demons prefer to allow humans their autonomy. Whether this be because local humans are considerably less helpless or just that certain demons prefer dominating them with subtler methods varies by region. Certain humans attempt to elevate themselves by way of pacts with demons in these more liberal zones. This is always a gamble and often sees the human serving some humiliating function for the demon eternally afterward. Unfortunately, this is such an effective shortcut to wealth, power and influence that just about everyone who can do it, does. Even demons from contracts with each other. Quite often in fact. The maddening tangle of catches and loopholes they navigate to form their intricate webs of interpersonal contracts and favors has been known to drive those humans who investigate it insane.

A once affluent Louisiana family has slowly been losing their grip on their station in the world. Time was this family had the ear of the most powerful men in the world. Their reach and influence, par excellence. But over the years their power and prestige has waned. Gone are the days when the family could move mountains with a simple snap of the fingers. Now it's all they can do to retain some semblance of respect from local circles. And they've fallen into total obscurity on the global stage.

With power but a distant memory held only by elders of the clan. And their wealth drying up faster and faster each year, the family was desperate. And they were ready, willing and able to use whatever means they could afford themselves to make sure their family rose to prominence once more. But never could they have guessed how strange things would become once they found what was to be their salvation.

It was in the dusty old tomes of the family's ancient library that the first clues of him were found. It was a rabbit hole the patriarch of the family dove into like a madman. Snippets of lore and reports from throughout the ages of a man who appeared in times of conflict and change in the world. To some, he was a harbinger of doom. To others, he was a messenger from beyond. But one thing was consistent in all accounts. The man always appeared at night. And he always demanded the blood of those who sought his power as recompense.

The research alone drove the patriarch mad with obsession. But unfortunately this obsession would quickly bear fruit. For in his fixation, the man happened across evidence of this mysterious immortal's resting place. And so he wasted no time seeking it out. Putting the remainder of his family's wealth into an expedition that was to bring his family back from the brink of destitution, the patriarch departed without so much as a word to his family.

The patriarch would return a year later. His hair having gone silvery white and madness having taken so much of his mind now that he was barely recognizable any more. And all he had to show for himself was a very old, very large wooden box. Almost like a coffin, really. But the creature inside would soon prove all the mad patriarch had claimed to be all too horribly true. The creature would lift the family up out of obscurity. Breathe new life into their fading relevance and show them the way to greater fortunes then they ever could imagine. But the cost would be great. As their very bloodline would belong to the creature in order to retain his services. His playthings to do with as he pleased.

In the town of High Downes, the people have a very interesting way of punishing criminals. With resources often being scarce, and manpower short, the town has no jail. It couldn't afford to keep one. The closest thing would be the stocks at the center of town where petty criminals are humiliated for the entertainment of the townsfolk. But thieves, killers, rapists and other serious criminals are not dealt with so kindly.

A pack of werewolves utterly dominates the thick forests surrounding High Downes. Regular tribute is expected from the town. A small price for peace to be sure. And they enjoy the protection of a lycan infested wilderness bordering their town as a bonus. But aside from the gold, meat and other goods given by the town, criminals are also offered as tribute to the forest dwelling tribe.

Comely humans are often kept as pets and breeding stock by the werewolves while the weaker or more unsightly ones are put to work as slaves or simply eaten. This arrangement has gone on for decades. And both sides seem content not to change a thing.

You wouldn't have to be crazy to believe some of the rumors going around the small town of Keystone Peak. If you're from there you probably know everyone in town by name and would be hard pressed to write every one of them who had some spooky story to tell about what goes on at night off as a lunatic. And if you're not, well… You're certainly free to come up with a more "logical" explanation for some of the stranger goings on around town then monsters who go bump in the night. But when cattle mutilations and sightings of werewolves in the woods are some of the tamer reports that'll cross your desk in this town as a cop, you learn quickly that logic is on vacation for most of the cases you'll see.

The sheriff of town has recently retired following the untimely death of Mary, his wife of twenty years. And while Henry Flynt had served as Keystone Peak's lawman for well over two decades, it couldn't exactly be said the man was past his prime. He might not have been as young as he once was but he was still a strong and sturdy man when he hung up the badge. Built like an ox with a mind still sharp as a tack, it was often said that his wife hadn't expired peacefully in her sleep but was instead butchered by some lunatic and the whole thing had been covered up to spare the aging sheriff and his late wife the indignity of public scandal.

There is, as they say, no smoke without fire. And the first whiff of one the new sheriff would get upon replacing Flynt as the head of the small town's five man police force is that there is perhaps some truth to the rumors about Mary's death. The deputies talk of how the poor woman didn't deserve to go the way she did and how it must have driven the poor sheriff to madness. That his grief had caused him to end a long and fruitful career far too soon. But the new sheriff quickly learns that Henry's retirement was really more of a career change when they cross paths with him one night responding to a break and enter. More crazy reports about werewolves raiding some guys' meat cellar. But imagine their surprise when they arrive to find that is exactly the case. And not only that, but Henry Flynt had already beaten them to the scene and was currently engaging the unnatural beast.

Solace is the most secure prison colony in all of the Omega sector which was located somewhere in the vicinity of beetlejuice. No one but those with top level clearance within the galactic federation of Kreel even knew the prisons actual coordinates but all within omega knew it was where they sent the worst of the worst so they would never return. And that it was built into the colossal and decaying carcass of some long dead astralphage.

Some of the most notorious criminals Omega had ever seen were kept here under tight lock and key. Those who were pliant enough to command safely were put to work mining rare materials from the astralphage carcass for as long as their bodies would hold up under the oppressive heat of a dying red star. The prison's interior was a stark contrast from the veritable planet of rotting flesh and bone slow cooking like a rotisserie chicken in the orbit of its parent star. Solace was sterile, cold and entirely uniform in chrome steel and black polymers throughout. Dim green lights illuminated the honeycomb like cell blocks where federation appointed super soldiers patrolled tirelessly. There was no indication of day or night within the prison save for the regular curfew where every twelve hours inmates would be gassed with aerosolized paralytic agents and left to lay in the dark for the next six. Though many of the inmates were of a species that didn't require sleep, and one or two had expired given that their species simply could not sustain life functions without movement, it was nevertheless voted into federation law that all inmates receive a mandatory six hour rest period at least once per day. And Solace enforced that law indiscriminately.

Within the center of the facility lies the Queen's Chamber: a cylindrical series of nine uniform rooms outfitted to hold the most dangerous and powerful prisoners within personalized isolation chambers designed to neutralize their odd and dangerous natural abilities. A tenth room capped the northernmost point of the chamber and this was where Solace's warden would oversee the prisons day to day while also keeping direct watch over the current inmates of the queen's chamber.

Solace certainly held some very dangerous customers. But none were quite as feared or infamous as the pirate lord Ix. Once the scourge of omega, Ix was from a mostly dead race of humanoids who could produce complex and highly potent pheromones that allowed them to control the emotional state and even the bodies of any who breathed them in. This coupled with his many genetic and cybernetic modifications made Ix a force to be reckoned with. As a result, the pirate lord was kept under tight surveillance and no one was allowed in or out of his sealed zero atmosphere holding cell. And Ix did not require much sustenance or support so what was needed could be provided through the cells built in fabricator robots. But even these measures were insufficient to hold the pirate lord forever. And soon Ix would hatch a plan that had been decades in the making. Not to escape Solace, but to take over and make it his new base of operations. After all, it was heavily fortified. Filled to the brim with perfect candidates for a new crew. And even had a small fleet of attack drones at its disposal. While it wpuldnt make up for his old ship and crew, it was certainly a start.

Evil grips the land of Cindrel in the throes of despair. A powerful darkness seeks to dipose the kings of the continent and plunge all into an age of oppression and terror. Some say they seek to destroy the very world itself. Others say they wish to rule over all with an iron fist. For decades heros without count have tried and failed to vanquish the overlord. All had fallen to their wrath. That was, until an unassuming young priest whose faith reached the heavens called out for a miracle.

An angel would answer the call. Though he was not the sort the priest might have expected. A sarcastic character with a rather blase attitude considering the dire threat facing all of humanity, he was clearly a black sheep among his kind. But nevertheless, he was an angel. An agent of goodness and order sent from on high. And while he would bring the people deliverance, he would deny them their vengeance.

Odd for an angel, he nevertheless had all the holy power of the celestial host. As such, he made quick work of the overlord. Quickly overpowering and neutralizing them within moments of engaging. But he would not strike them down. Instead, the angle bound himself to the would be tyrant. Sealing their soul so it would not escape him in death. And sealing their power so it could no longer be used for evil. The angel now travels the world incognito with his reluctant charge. Urging them to do good and right the wrongs they'd committed, hoping to lead them to absolution. Perhaps it's a hopeless cause. Perhaps the overlord cannot change. But at the very least, being bound to them would at least prevent another bothersome summoning into the affairs of mortal men.

For this plot, I will be playing the role of the angel. And I can't stress enough that he will not be lawful boring. I prefer to play nuanced and flawed characters rather than the perfect and boring icon of virtue angels are often expected to be. I would ask my partner to give the overlord the same treatment. Evil for evil's sake certainly does have its place… in children's cartoons. But let's be honest, even hitler was the hero of his own story. So give this character a good reason to be bad. Bonus points for sympathetic motivations

The beginning of the new age was ushered in with a bang. An incident that made all the previous tragedies of human history seem utterly paltry by comparison as not only did it threaten the very existence of the human race but threw open the floodgates of the supernatural that had long kept our world so peacefully mundane.

No one truly knows what set this event in motion. Some say cabals of secretive mystics meddled with powers beyond their kenning. Others say it was god's wrath on a sinful world. Whatever the case may be, the end result was the rise of something powerful, destructive and full of malevolent ambition for our world. A demon who cryptically called himself The Divide.

The world as we know it was forever changed with the arrival of The Divide. Raw and wild magics flowed from the wound the demon tore in the fabric of reality to invade our world. Magics from it's own twisted dimension as well as many others bled in. And this had an immediate and profound effect on the world, saturating it and it's people with strange abilities and properties. But even stranger was the way our world responded.

Some might think our world merely a celestial body of assorted elements. A floating chunk of dirt and water drifting through space. But the earth is a living thing. Some might even argue a sentient one. And like most living things subjected to an influx of foreign and malicious bodies, an immune response to the demon and these other worldly magics would be triggered. One that would inevitably save our world from the invading powers.

Nature fought back where it could. And with millions of years of evolution granted to the fera and fauna of the earth in the span of mere hours as part of the immune response, nature became a force to be reckoned with for the demon's minions. Beasts became sharper, stronger, and more intelligent. Plants became organic sentries, attacking any infernal forces with deadly poisons, razor sharp thorns and deadly strong branches and roots. And an estimated 50% of the human race would find that they too were forever empowered by the earth to protect it. These empowered life forms all became gripped by an irresistible urge to defend the planet from foreign invaders such as The Divide that lingers to this day.

It was among empowered humans such as these that The Divide would finally meet his match. Nine of the most powerful superhumans would gather together to take the demon down. And after a brutal battle that left many of them dead or wounded, these first superheros would prevail. Though unlike the heroes you might read about in old comics, these saviors of the human race may not be as altruistic or selfless as one might imagine.

Fast forward 15 years and superheros have become a world spanning industry. Costumed living weapons spreading truth, justice and warm fuzzies all over the place. For a time this business was booming. But if the comics taught me anything it's that a hero is only as good as the villains they overcome. And PR for the heros has been slipping of late despite all the empowered lunatics and magic wielding psychos they take down. I guess the people just aren't impressed with run of mill supervillains anymore. That's where I come in. My company provides heros with a nemesis that their jaded public will actually be impressed to see them take down. And with all the desecration such a delicate setup might require. What's the cost? For A listers like the hero's guild founders I charge a premium. But for up and comers like you? Well… Let's just say you might already be a client and never even know it.