Slim Shady

Dragon Ball Z AU (MxF)

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Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Xandar Markov

Location: Winton, in front of Lauran’s home

Xandar drew another breath of his cigar, swirling it in his mouth a bit before exhaling it out of his nose and vanishing the vapors. It seemed his small little wife had left the two men to talk business, which was quite fine with him. He had a feeling she wouldn't be afraid to voice her opinions to him. After raising his eyebrow a bit he chuckled and patted the man firmly on the shoulder, looking at him with his gold eyes as he took the cigar from his mouth. "Gerald, I never said you had to take the boy into your own home, unless you wanted to. I wouldn't suddenly thrust a child into your life that's not yours. All I ask is you keep him in good hands, whether that be yours or somewhere in the city. I just needed him away from... us, and the danger associated, you understand? It was either that or death. This is giving the boy a chance. Once he's out of my hands and we're out of this city, it's not my concern what happens to him. This is giving him a chance at life."

The Warlord Prince crushed his cigar and vanished it, running a hand through his long hair, having grown out a bit during their travels. He should probably start pulling up his hair out of his face, but, for now he had bigger concerns on his mind. "At the very least, we drop him off in the city and I can say I tried my best. He's a somewhat clever boy, although a bit of a troublemaker. But once given instruction he hasn't caused too much trouble to us on the way here. At the very least, we can have a few drinks like back in the old days before I'm off again." He let go out the man's shoulder,cracking his knuckles before turning to the door and opening it. "I'm residing in a tavern close by, you can find me there. If there's anything you need of me while I'm here, I suggest you ask now. I wouldn't come asking for a favor if I didn't intend on repaying it. I am an Eyrien man, after all."

My Hero Academia (AU) (18+)

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Dragon Ball Z AU (MxF)

Years ago, Planet Vegeta was destroyed by Frieza along with the Saiyan Race, a race of people whom Frieza feared could overwhelm him. However, there were a few survivors, and he even took the prince of all Saiyans under his control in an attempt to rule the galaxy. Some of these survivors turned into some of the greatest warriors known to the universe, and fought many hard and long battles. Soon these warriors would realize that there were more survivors than just themselves.

Synopsis: My character is one of the last remaining Saiyans left in the universe, a second generation survivor whose parents were on mission when Planet Vegeta got destroyed. Hearing of this news, they decided to go into hiding and lived peacefully on a deserted planet far from the universe altering events. After having and raising a child, they were soon hunted by Frieza's men and gave their lives to save my character, hiding him from Frieza and his men. He now lives in hiding, anger and revenge in his heart for his people and his parents.

The story begins months before the Tournament of Power, and with Frieza yet to be resurrected, his men are still causing havoc in the galaxy with no clear leadership. One of their schemes happens to be tracking down your character, a female Saiyan, and capturing her. They plan on forcing her to join them by any means necessary as a powerful pawn under Lord Frieza. There are even talks of a mind controlling collar to try to control the Saiyan girl, and if it worked on her, it could work on others. My character catches wind of these rumors and decides to investigate, hoping to try to reconnect with one of his lost people.

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That's the idea in a nutshell, I have lots more plots and ideas I can share but this is a good starting point. I like to create a story and world with my partner, so I don't want everything in stone yet. I'm happy to compromise and work out some details, and want to give you the liberty to do as you like with your character. If you don't want them to be a Saiyan, we can also adjust the starting point of the plot to fit better. I figured I would give a strong basis for what ideas I have in mind and go from there.

I don't require much, but I do prefer an MxF pairing and like romantics, the MxF pairing is what I'm most comfortable writing and have the most experience with. I prefer 18+, as I'm 21 myself, it just makes things so much easier. With quarantine going on I'm usually free frequent enough as long as I'm interested, and I try to communicate frequently (discord helps a lot, I try to check RPG at least daily). All I'm asking is a strong casual writing style, able to write well and express detail, but I expect mistakes and I'm not asking for walls of text. Quality over quantity, and sometimes shorter posts are better depending on the situation.

All and all I've been super craving a DBZ RP with OC characters and an interesting story line and I know it might be a bit niche but I'm hoping some of you people out there are interested too! Feel free to message down below, PM me, or ask for my discord if you have any interest or questions!

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Xandar Markov

Location: Winton, in front of Lauran’s home

Xandar simply chuckled at the frazzled look of the small but stubborn woman, stepping in slowly before feeling the door shut behind him. Usually people acted a lot more humble and scared around him and his name, but she was very much so standing her ground. Usually, at least in his older days, he would smack a witch for not showing his the authority and respect he deserved, but he wasn't in any mood to start anything. He needed her to keep being cooperative, and sometimes it tool a bit of talking and not intimidating to get through to people. It wasn't his preferred method, but she others in his group had put them in a particularly rough position, now housing a child as the went rogue and on the path to fighting Queens. "Certainly, wouldn't want to track dirt into your lovely home." He muttered, lighting a cigar as he pulling the smoke into his lungs and exhaled slowly.

Leaning against the door frame, his golden eyes looked up to see the smaller Challiot prince walk towards him. He looked similar to how he did years ago, still the scrawny but a bit out of shape since his fighting days; it was quite obvious that he had been taking the more sheltered and quiet life with everything going on, even fancying himself a life. "Gerald, glad to see you with your head still on your shoulders." Xandar chuckled, puffing out a bit of smoke before vanishing it. His face was calm and his voice was low but his demeanor was a serious as ever. "Frankly, I wouldn't, but this is a special case. Don't worry, I'm not asking you of the front lines anymore, you can leave that to me. The reason I've come is my group had stumbled upon a... child, it seems. Instead of killing him or dragging him along, I'd rather see he tried to live some kind of normal life, and this seemed a bit out of the way. I know you don't owe me much, and I don't plan on staying here much longer, but for his sake I'm asking if this village might be a good fit for him. He's rough around the edges, but, he seems like he has a heart. An orphanage is better than a grave."

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Xandar Markov

Location: Winton, in front of Lauran’s home

The long week that passed was painfully boring and full of scouting around the town to make sure it was okay, which despite the presence of a few darker jewels seemed as safe a place as any. That is, unless they were found out. Their rag tag group looked a bit out of place, and the Eyrien Warlord prince had an air about him that was hard to disguise. Even if his darker jewel was vanished and he only possessed the sapphire, there was only so much he could do to hide his massive frame. Because of that he didn’t even bother with the cloak, opting for a sleeveless black tunic and trousers with his sword strapped across his back. It was much more believable if he just acted like a sword for hire.

After a bit of searching around he finally found the place he was searching for, and he got some glances but nobody dared approach him. There wasn’t a lot of people brave enough to ask questions, and it did him a bit of good if people were too afraid to raise suspicion on him. It has been a while since he last contacted the Warlord, but this was the last place he had made contact. Still a decent fighter, Gerold was more suited for self defense and keeping himself out of trouble, hence why he went into hiding as a rogue. He couldn’t blame him, but living like that was no place for Xandar. Quite frankly, he would be voted out of his skull.

The person who answered the door, however, seemed to be a brace one. The girl much smaller than he looked up at him, and although her eyes were wide her voice was firm. While it wasn’t inherently rude, it was clear that she had every intention to try and stop him if he tried to intruder, judging by her posture. She would hardly be trouble, only a opal, but he wasn’t looking for a fight. Which, usually was surprising,

”I’m looking for a man named Gerold.” Xandar said in a low tone, crossing his arms and leaning up against the door frame. ”The Reaper wishes to send his regards. Pleasure, not business.”

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Xandar Markov

Location: In the ruined town of Sharon, Shalador

After hundreds of years on the battlefield, as well as living on his own, Xandar has done a lot of cooking in his time. Mostly for himself, but when he did have his own group of outcasts for a while, he did cook then sometimes. He mostly made other people do it for him, but, lately he never really had anybody to cook for him. When you were on the run, it was much safer to feed yourself than to go to a tavern for food. Besides, the meals tended to be overpriced and under cooked. When he assessed the cooking situation he shook his head, chuckling a bit. Bellinar had not a clue how to cook. But, he probably never did the cooking with these guys around.

Xandar has vanished his clothes, wearing a simple jet black apron, holding around his neck and tied in the back. It was tight, and didn’t cover much, considering he wore nothing underneath. It was more comfortable that way. As he started to prepare the meal, getting ingredients out, measuring them, adding necessary spices, it was clear the Warlord Prince knew what he was doing. Cooking had turned to be... one of his only non-violent hobbies, and he was good at it. The thick roast had been chopped up a bit, salted, with a glaze on it about to be carmelized. In a different pant he sautéed onions and peppers, only with some potatoes he had chopped. All of this floating with telekinesis as he hummed to himself, summoning and vanishing things rapidly.

He half listened to the conversation between the two brothers, not wanting to get in the middle of it, nor caring really. At least somebody was on his side though! He puffed up his chest proudly, nodding. His fellow Eyriens surely understood, it was the natural instinct in them. He could always count on his fellow man. Maybe they weren’t so bad after all, seeing them in combat as well as their usefulness off the battlefield. Although, it seemed Bellinar had been off with some women last night.

Xandar’s mind wandered, as it had been a long time since he himself had been with a woman. Although, the women in his group would not suffice at the moment. Dareen hated him after their... unfortunate meeting, which was a bit more rude than usual. Faeril was... Faeril, which was a handful in her own right, even if she was quite the catch. The most likely of the three, a fellow Eyrien. And there was his Queen, whom, he seemed to fall out of favor with ever since that last battle... And more so now, considering that man in the black that she had met. He could tell in her eyes, the way she spoke to Xandar now. She didn’t even look at him the same. That made his blood boil, oh how he wanted to rip that man apart after touching his Queen...

Xandar noticed he had bent one of the pans completely in half as he stopped, sighing. There was no use taking out his anger on his cookware. His job was a thankless one, and even if she hated him, even if the others in the group did too, he still needed to protect her and her people. Whatever the cost.

Vanishing the abused pot, he turned to see the Sceltie scampering around the campfire while he was cooking. He didn’t pay the dog much mind, simply confusing on with his cooking and humming before pausing, looking at the Sceltie who had made himself at home nuzzled against him. This dog... troubled him less than the boy, as long as it didn’t cause any trouble. But he raised an eyebrow when it started talking, and his mouth nearly dropped when it summoned several cooking supplies. Did it just... what?

Well, maybe he wasn’t such a bad dog after all, if he was this useful. And if he could vanish things for them and summon then while they were traveling? Oh that would be very useful indeed. Maybe he’d keep this one, as long as it didn’t cause too much trouble. Although, Xandar had failed to realize get that all this stuff was theirs to begin with, the sceltie had just planned on stealing all of it earlier.

”It’s not burning, it’s cooking, mutt. It makes it taste better. If you wait, I’ll prove it to you. And if you keep bringing me stuff like this, there’s more food in it for you.”

Before he got to say anything more he saw the dog bolt for building where Faeril was sleeping, and god help that poor dog. It would be dead in 7 seconds or less if it woke Faeril. Although she had woken him up earlier... maybe he would put a shield around the dog so he would be safe. Let the poor bastard tromp around on the Widow. Oh, that would be a sight, he smirked evilly. Although, it seemed Dareen had beat the dog to the punch, and instead was playing fetch with it. Huh.

”I’m surprised you didn’t stab it, Dareen. Maybe you do have a soft side after all. Somewhere in there. Did a boy fancy you in that dress?” He teased, actually referring to her by her name. If she had kept up with them this long, then he was more inclined to trust her and give her some respect. Even so, he wasn’t above teasing the woman as he continued to hum to himself while cooking, the roast close to being done. It smelled amazing! A few last minute preparations and it would be complete!

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Xandar Markov

Location: In the ruined town of Sharon, Shalador

The Eyrien warrior was expecting a conflict, or at least a fight. Some scuffle going on. Why else would the whole camp be up? Making such a damn racket. But apparently, it was just a boy and his dog. And they were just... talking to them, like they had adopted the poor boy. Playing and ready to make breakfast. Did they not realize they were in hiding? On the run? Trying not to be seen?

He turned to Mikhail who was quick to give him a bit of attitude, saying that he wasn’t needed and throwing the blame to one of the others. He might have gotten more used to Mikhail, but he still didn’t like the attitude. ”I believe it was your shift, boy. I didn’t think an assassin was trying to feed stray children and dogs. I shouldn’t need to remind you our situation.”

He turned to his Queen as she scolded him and shooed him off like some child. These people were acting like gossiping girls at a sleepover for fuck’a sake. They were in a warzone! At least nothing was the matter. He didn’t trust the kid or the dog, but it seemed they were hiding behind the Queen at his presence. Of course she would take their side.

”The world is a scary place, Queen. Forgive me if I’m a bit agitated over little sleep being interrupted by some orphan street rat and their dog. But, as the Queen wishes.” His anger toned down a bit as his hunger enveloped him, and he stormed off to Bellinar who was cooking. Maybe he could eat and actually get some rest before they headed off. He came to the sight of Bellinar and ran a hand through his hair, sighing.

”I can tell you don’t do the cooking, and the others are too busy frolicking in the flowers. How about I give you a hand?”

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Xandar Markov

Location: In the ruined town of Sharon, Shalador

Xandar shook his head, stifling a yawn with his hand as he looked down at the equally sleepy Eyrien who looked like she was going to pass out on the spot. Man, she really did drain herself, even after the events at her home she was still pushing herself with these antics. There was no way he was going to convince her not to overdo it, but, maybe he could show her that it was okay to let others help her a bit. Although, to be fair, this was the pot calling the kettle black here. He would nearly break his own legs before asking for help.

”Well this is a surprise, you’re admitting your lower ranking? Making me go and take a gander? I think this is the first time, and only, you’ve admitted to such. I will see what’s the matter, but I won’t let you retract that statement. I’ll hold it over you.”

The Warlord prince cracked his neck, flexing his shoulder and back muscles as he summoned a black robe that hung around his body, covering at least his lower bits, the top a bit loose showing off his upper body. This is about as much as he would compromise, and it also made it easier for his wings to move about freely. Standing at the edge of the balcony, he bent his knees and leaned into the air, giving himself a gust of air with his wings to propel him further.

It was only a few moments later before he landed just outside the group of people, the ground cracking underneath him as he landed on his feet. He didn’t bother slowing down his descent with his wings, it was more dramatic to here the earth shake at his arrival. He looked up at the Sceltie and the boy, then around at everybody else.

”There better be a damn good reason for all of this. There’s a grave penalty for waking a Warlord Prince up from his slumber.”

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Xandar Markov

Location: In the ruined town of Sharon, Shalador

Xandar has insisted he took first shift, as he wasn’t very tired yet. Most of his day had been spent getting into trouble with the Widow, napping, and cutting down trees waiting for his Queen to return. And, now that she had, all she wanted to do was be alone. The Black Jewel has changed her... He now wasn’t the only Queen Killer in her life it seemed. He was angry. Bitter. Jealous. But even still, he was glad that she was back safe. He wouldn’t try to push her though. The Warlord Prince would leave the Queen alone as she wished, he had learned his lesson about trying to hold her hand through danger. If she was to be a Queen, she would do it her own way.

After the uneventful shift, he reluctantly gave his position to Mikhail, not exchanging any words but simply a nod as he left. After the bad blood with Mikhail he had brought his Queen safely back to him, even in the face of a Black Jewel. The man had balls at least, he already knew that. He started to respect him for that, one of the only people who would even try to talk back to him. He hadn’t seen Dareen much either, but, he would cross that bridge when he got there.

Since the Queen wanted to be to herself, he decided to sleep on a large balcony to himself, sleeping outside of where the Widow and the brothers slept. It was nice, actually being able to sleep and not have to worry about being the only one watching his own back. They were still on the run, being hunted, but at least they were on the run and being hunted together.

It didn’t take him long to fall asleep, however, it didn’t take very long for him to get woken up either. He groaned when he felt a swift jab to his bare ribs. He had vanished all his gear and clothing, only a light cloth barely covering his lower half. And, well, as the large Eyrien stood up, the blanket fell off of him and he stood up tall, yawning and stretching as he faced Faeril. He could see her pretty well now, his eyes adjusting to the moonlight.

”Widow. It seems you’re the racket, kicking in my ribs. If you wanted to bed together you could have asked a bit nicer.” he said dryly, half asleep, chuckling slightly before hearing some voices in the distance. He paused for a moment, listening. Some of the voices were familiar, but two in particular were not, although not hostile. But, whatever the situation was, it seemed to be escalating.

”For gods sake, as soon as I walk away, we have visitors, and they’re not dead yet. Pity.” He looked over at the Eyrien woman, looking into her rather bright eyes. ”Well, there doesn’t seem to be any danger as of yet. Do you suppose we investigate? Or, we could just lay here and let the others handle it. If there isn’t any fighting going on, I’m not particularly interested.”