Kaycey

|The Nine Witches| Advanced F/F & M/F

My name is Kaycey. I’m a twenty-something in college looking for a single addition to my roleplay repertoire.

I consider myself an advanced player, though I do write smaller posts should a lengthy exposition not be necessary. I really don’t like putting an exact length to what I would like to see IC, so I will say quality over quantity, but your post should never fall below a few paragraphs (except during intimate 18+ scenes) – that’s just laziness. I’m very strong in the realm of character development and creating complex settings and storylines. If you’re unable to contribute a lot of ideas and voice your opinion, we might not make the best match. I’m very creative, or so I tell myself, so I can sleep. I do require a partner that is okay/excited with mature and violent themes.

Onto the plot:

I’ve recently seen the movie “The Witch”. Don’t waste your money, it was pretty awful. But it inspired me to come up with something witch related for a roleplay. I’m not interested in having all the fantasy elements thrown in, just the idea of demons and witches, maybe angels if we want to throw them in later. However this will not be an angel v demon thing, it’s going to be more focused on the later. The play will be very, very dark and while I don’t require you to worship the devil, as I don’t, you will need to play a character that does worship him. I know for some writers that might be quite intimidating – so I ask, please, be willing to try and play a realistic character. I’ve never roleplayed anything quite like this, but I’m willing to learn and want to play a partner who feels the same. I’m excited about learning other religions cultures, and that’s how I view this. It’ll be fun, c’mon.

The premise is this: There is a society of witches: don’t have a good name yet. Of course there are witches all over the world, but this society is what you could refer to as the right hand of Lucifer. They consult with him, fornicate, and to reside with him. The setting I imagine for this is the seventeenth-eighteenth century, that is the 1600’s/1700’s. Think Puritan/Quaker period. I’m sure humans and witches will come in contact quite often considering they need virgins and unbaptized. We can discuss this during the brainstorming period.

There are 9 witches for each ring of hell. Each ring, as you might know, is for specific sins. These ladies don’t necessarily only commit the sins in which their ring is titled, but each has her own dominion, ruling over her ring.

First circle: Limbo (this is more so a lesser version of Heaven)

Second Circle: the Lustful

Third Circle: the Gluttonous

Fourth Circle: the Greedy

Fifth Circle: the Angry

Sixth Circle: the Heretical

Seventh Circle: the Violent

Eighth Circle: The Fraudulent

Ninth Circle: the Treacherous

Recently, through means in which my partner and I can discuss, one witch has been killed/displaced, possibly through a conspiracy.

Her place must be filled.

It’s up to us, but I think it would be really cool for us to split up the witches and make all of them into main characters. This would make for an amazing cast and we would have endless opportunities to create drama/intrigue/etc. If that’s too much, we can each pick a few to have as mains as the other witches can be NPC’s. Either way, I really need a partner who is comfortable balancing a lot of characters. Point blank requirement.

We’ll add other details and Lucifer will most certainly be a main character, played by either you or I. I like the idea of there being a very intimate relationship between the new witch and Lucifer, different than his relationships with the others, more serious and possibly even a very loving relationship. As much as he’s able to love. As the title says f/f relationships will be involved, too, so be open to this.

Please PM me with interest, and I would really appreciate a writing sample from any genre.

I hope to hear from you!

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Kaelyn Bellamy

Saying she pulled the door open was a mistake – she pushed it open. The only pulling being done was more in the form of dragging him in. A tall freckled man stood before her, holding the distinct green supermarket coupons she got with every delivery. He was in a police officer’s uniform, force issued boots and everything. Knock offs had different shaped aglets. She took this in within seconds, scanning him up and down. His squad car sat outside, she could tell it was running by the exhaust puffing around the rear. A quick getaway?

Her right hand hid in her pocket, finding a leftover dart from what she’d managed to squeeze out of a vet. Kaelyn gripped it, positioning it in her hand before aiming it. She had no idea that they were heavy and less aerodynamic than what would have been desired. It managed to pick up the coupons in his hand, scraping his finger, landing in the mesh of her screen door. His face, though, was how she knew she was in trouble. Shocked, but not as if he expected her to act normally. He seemed to foresee her acting delinquently, but in a much different way. The ease in which she gripped his collar came to a shock to her, taking him off balance and getting him a foot or two into the home as the door slammed behind them. She saw him reach for his gun on his hip, and her hands released him, just to reach for a second dart, hidden right under the other in her pocket.

Into the side of his neck it plunged.

His gun had made it half the trip of being aimed at her, but it dropped within seconds to the floor. It wasn’t the first one to have been aimed at her. She knelt down, only moving towards him as his eyes rolled into his skull. Her arms caught him to keep his head from bouncing off the fake wood floors that covered up a faulty foundation of concrete. He was still, but these were meant for smaller animals and he wouldn’t be unconscious for more than one or two hours. Kaelyn laid him down gently, grabbing him by his hands and dragging him to her bed. Laying him on the pillow top seemed much too ceremonious to her – like she planned to take his virginity or to castrate him because he broke her heart. She didn’t recognize him from the time she’d run into him on the street. That had been months ago, before she stopped going out. What had he called her at the door? A rabbit?

Her messy hair found its way into a bun on the top of her head. Kaelyn felt the urge to rip it out if it didn’t stay in its place.

Surely Sector 12 would have trained someone much better than this. And they wouldn’t have sent one lone agent in. There was no reason for an officer to deliver her coupons? Had the boy carrying her groceries been hurt? He had come to let her know? She wasn’t on paper, he would never have known how to find her. Did that stupid Mexican kid call the cops on her? She always paid, why dismiss the good business? If he was working for some higher power, she would already be dead, or worse. There was a logical explanation for him coming to her door. His car had been left running because he knew he wouldn’t be long, he was just bringing a crazy lady her coupons…

But was there an explanation for what she’d done? She couldn’t go to jail – if they ran her fingerprints Holiday and Jameson would be in the next cab to the station.

Her shaky hands rummaged about his holster, finding and unhooking the handcuffs. She fastened him to her bed post at the foot of her bed. Kaelyn even patted him down for other weapons. Not that she would have known if she felt anything abnormal. It was all just padding.

In his breast pocket was his badge. There was an adorable ID pictured followed by his position and the NYC shield emblem. It made her sick. Surely he had a mother a few blocks away who cooked him soup and toast and asked if he’d met any nice girls recently.

“Benedict Mercier,” she mumbled to herself with a sigh. “Who are you?” She set the badge on her bed, still in her outerwear, pacing between the couch and the bed.

Worst case scenario, they knew where she was. But she couldn’t just leave right now? She didn’t have nearly enough money saved up for a change like that. And she didn’t know if it was safe to use her bank accounts. She could drain them… But what if he was just a regular person? It would be worse, after all this time, if she messed everything up herself, rather than them finding her. The satisfaction Holiday would find in that… she could see it. There was no way he wouldn’t turn her in.

That was only a possibility, though, if she let him go.

How would she fix this?

“Problem solve, Katherine, c’mon.” She whined, hitting herself on her head like a child throwing a tantrum.

Maybe she could tell him. Convince him she didn’t mean to assault an officer. Get him to just leave and keep his mouth shut and never come back!

“Right,” she huffed, watching him stir quietly on the floor.

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Kaelyn Bellamy

Kaelyn stared at the furnace across from her position on the wool sofa. It was grey, only a slightly lighter tone than her baggy men’s department sweats. Her and her loose pants had become one in the past few weeks as the temperature plunged throughout the city. She had been housed here in the Bronx for almost a year now. Kaelyn knew she ought not to try her luck moving around non-stop, it seemed to draw more attention than staying put. However, changed was much missed in her life. The small apartment in which she resided, rented for only $995 a month. She was unaware of how many square feet it was, the landlord, if that’s what you could call him, probably didn’t know either. Her method of payment was cash in an envelope, if that spoke to the professionalism of him and his business at all. It was a one bedroom, one bath, and half kitchen, she called it. To herself. Her living room, bedroom, and kitchen were all sort of synthesized like a single entity. It was barely furnished, only a few pieces were present. Across from her wool sofa, in front of the furnace, stood a bulky ‘vintage’ TV as she loved to call it, and a small, rectangular coffee table.

The place was immaculate. How could it not be with so few belongings? Should a place be so under designed, the cleanliness was less noticed and the sanity of the owner was called into question, though. The kitchen held within its drawers a few forks and spoons, exactly two butter knives, a paring knife which she used for anything that wasn’t butter, a skillet, a sauce pan… Maybe four plates, all from different sets. How she’d lived like this for a year already, no one could speculate. A good three quarters of her belongings had been left behind in haste. Often, she joked pessimistically that she'd forgotten to bring Katherine along, too.

Kaelyn had been sleeping on the couch as of late. Her mattress had become lumpy and lopsided from overuse and quite likely, her restlessness. When she wasn’t teaching, she was home, in bed. Her groceries were even delivered to her. She’d made some sort of teetering black market deal with the owner of the supermarket a few blocks over. She had her delivery boy bring her bi-monthly groceries, memorizing her list and address, off the books, and in return he was paid in cash. She was scheduled for a delivery that afternoon, and thought she might leave before he arrived so she wouldn’t be home to answer the door. Perhaps the teenager wouldn’t find her existence so pathetic if he thought she might be out. That had been her brilliant idea this morning, but as the Sunday dragged on into the early afternoon, her eyes remained glued to one of 6 channels, her hands salty from her family sized, value-brand snack mix.

Over the past school year and through her first summer in hiding she’d gained at least ten pounds, settling on her thighs and rear, which didn’t look befitting on her lank figure. Her students, and her only peers, loved her regardless – kindergartners. They loved anyone who dressed in bright colors and smiled a lot. The twenty-three year old had been blonde for some time, and only during the past year had she began keeping it dark, opting also for Halloween-grade colored contacts. Kaelyn hardly recognized herself, which was essentially the point. Her face had aged five years faster than she had wanted it to, though she amplified this process by letting herself go, looking for any means to change some aspect of her physical appearance.

“It’s okay, Kat, it’s part of your super hero disguise,” she told herself.

Her eyes had dried out, body and pants ad becoming one with the couch and so she sat up, rolling closed the chip bag and replacing them on the bottom shelf in her tiny pantry. She washed her hands to avoid tracking all day chip grease onto every surface of her home. After ruffling through the small dresser beside her bed, she replaced her baggy clothing with a thick coral pea coat and black tights. The last thing she wanted to do was move any limb of her body in any direction other than the couch, but beating the delivery boy was a necessity. Just this once, maybe to prove she was capable of change after striving for nothing but the status quo. Her existence revolved around staying the same. Even her habitual laziness was growing weary of it.

Two weeks from now, when he came again, she would surely answer the door with the same hesitant, jumpy dance her eyes did. But varying just this once wouldn't hurt anything or anyone, but it might soothe the insanity ready to rear its head.

There were blue sticky notes in her bedside table drawer – she wrote him a little note that she wouldn’t be home, that she would pay in-store today, just to leave the groceries on her steps. Suede boots found her feet and she moved towards her front door, unlocking the two dead bolts and the main lock, pulling it open with intention.

But it wasn’t the delivery boy standing at her door this time.

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Cicily Jameson

"What would you like for me to say? I'm trying to be humble. (laughs)"

Full Name: Dr Cicily (Nickname: Ci - pronounced Sye) Jameson

Age: 36

Religious View:

Sign: Leo

Occupation: Head of Lab Management and Procedures

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Kaelyn Bellamy

These last two are much less recent images. They were taken towards the end of high school before her captivity.

Full Name: Kaelyn Bellamy

Age: 23

Religious View: Undecided

Sign: Taurus (Born May 1st)

Occupation: K-12 teacher

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