Private Roleplaying Characters

Valentina Kane

Name: Valentina Kane
Nickname: Val
Gender: Female
Age: 30
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Bio: Valentina is known for being a sharp presence in any room she enters. Those that have made her acquaintance are quick to recognise her beauty, though those fortunate enough to know her beyond first impressions understand there is far more to her than looks alone.
Born into the Kane Enterprise, Valentina was raised amongst one of the most influential families within the medical and pharmaceutical industries. Her upbringing afforded her not only immense wealth, but access to the world's most prestigious educational institutions. From an early age, she understood that the Kane name carried weight, and with that weight came expectation. Believing that one day she would be expected to step into a position of leadership.
Valentina has always been aware of the influence her appearance and status hold. Beauty opens doors, wealth keeps them open, but neither were ever enough for her. She chose to strengthen herself with knowledge, earning an education that would ensure she was respected not simply for her surname, but for her capability.
Though with the Kane name came very little choice in how her future would unfold. For the sake of power, influence, and legacy, Valentina was married to the head of one of the country's most influential mafia syndicates. It was a calculated union—one that would elevate both the Kane Enterprise and their criminal counterpart into an unrivalled force on the global stage.
Finding herself wed to a man decades her senior, Valentina quickly learned that duty did not have to define her future. Her husband, a man with one foot already in the grave. She has no intention of allowing her own ambitions to wither beneath him.

Personality: Val is known for her confident and ambitious personality. She is aware of the power her name and approach hold, and she has never been afraid to use every tool at her disposal. However, Valentina knows beauty only gets her so far, and her true strength comes from her intelligence, determination, and ability to understand the people around her.

**Credit to the amazing artist**
**Currently in a private rp

Album created by LorePlease
Updated July 24
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Anabeth

True to her name (which means “curious”), Nikki’s best friend has always been eager to see what, or more realistically who , might offer her something better. Beautiful, charming, and completely unapologetic about her ambitions, she drifts from one wealthy boyfriend to the next, sometimes keeping several admirers competing for her attention at once. She rarely holds a conventional job, but manages to live a life of penthouses, luxury resorts, designer wardrobes, and extravagant gifts based solely on her charm, looks, and willingness to do anything to please her sugar daddy of the day.
She genuinely loves Nikki, but cannot understand why her best friend keeps accepting exhausting, low-paying, and occasionally dangerous jobs. Whenever they reconnect, she tries to convince Nikki to abandon the working world and join her in the high life, promising that the right smile and the right rich man can solve almost any problem. She has no idea that Nikki’s latest job involves experimental inventions, uploaded skills, or secret journeys through time and assumes Nikki is simply making another terrible career decision.

Album created by IsabellaRose
Updated July 23
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Nikki

Nikki is a former high-school cheerleader with a résumé that reads like a series of increasingly unlikely accidents, she has worked as a maid, home health aide, corporate intern, stripper, police recruit, escort, construction worker, hairdresser, drug dealer, circus performer, ringmaster, and prison inmate. Now employed as a lab assistant to an eccentric scientist, she frequently serves as the test subject for his inventions, most notably a skill-upload system that has temporarily qualified her to work as an airline pilot, cruise ship captain, and race car driver. His latest invention, a time machine, has sent her hurtling through history on missions whose true purpose remains unclear.
Despite being genuinely intelligent and surprisingly adaptable, she comes across as cheerful, scatterbrained, and hopelessly literal. Sarcasm, innuendo, and obvious double meanings sail straight past her, while her remarkable beauty and terrible luck regularly leave her tangled in embarrassing, compromising, and suspiciously revealing situations. She's as likely to accidentally flash you as she is to actually perform the function she's attempting.

Album created by IsabellaRose
Updated July 23
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Larissa Blythe

Name: Larissa Blythe
Nickname: Lari
Gender: Female
Age: 27
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Bio: Larissa is one of five siblings in the house of Blythe, a bastard, but a Blythe nonetheless. She has learnt from a young age to be seen and not heard, to do right and be no less than perfect. From birth, she was deemed less than from the very beginning, which required her to cover a lot of ground to be good enough for the last name she carries. Who knew words could be so heavy?
Larissa never knew her mother; it was rumoured that she was a travelling herbalist who had treated the head of the family during great sickness. This led to Larissa's fascination with learning herbal medicine as a way to connect with a mother she had never known.
She also knows the importance of survival and safety; she worked hard to become the person she had yearned for as a child; she never turned down the opportunity to learn and develop her skill set, from reading, sword fighting, archery, and diplomacy. If you've thought of it, she has sought it out and gained that skill/knowledge.
Personality: Larissa is known by some for her gentle and caring nature, and by others as nothing more than a bastard by those in the village her family governs, but don't let that fool you. She has had to build strength to manage with her siblings and the ever-growing standards and demands placed on her.

She is stubborn and firm on her beliefs and thoughts about people. You'll find yourself on the end of a sarcastic whip, with her interactions based on how she sees, and she is known to have little patience for someone who disturbs a well-deserved break and pint.

**Credit to the amazing artist**
**may look at updating further

Album created by LorePlease
Updated July 20
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Myra

You disgust her

Album created by DonutRex
Updated July 18
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Selene

Born to a beastgirl mother and a werewolf father in the depths of the Whispering Woods, Selene is a feline-humanoid hybrid carrying a shard of a divine entity known as the Hunger . Growing up as an outsider in her father's wolf pack, she developed into a silent, observant, and fiercely independent young woman, more comfortable in shadows than in sunlight, more at home in trees than in towns. She fled the pack with her frail brother Lys to escape both their father's control and the growing call of the Hunger's source: the Temple of Aeliana. Now posing as a human druid and working as a wilderness scout, she seeks passage to the coast, desperate to put an ocean between herself and the ancient force that whispers in her blood, calling its scattered children home.
But every seven days, the whisper in her blood becomes a scream. The Heat rises in Selene like a tide she cannot stem, a deep, primal warmth that blooms from her core and spreads through her body, sharpening every sensation and flooding her mind with a hunger that is only partly her own. The shard of divine want nestled against her heart amplifies it, feeding on her arousal, whispering that surrender would feel so good, that she was made for this, that resistance is just a delay of the inevitable, making each cycle a battle of will against her own flesh.

Album created by IsabellaRose
Updated July 18
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Carlos Puch

Name: Carlos Robledo Puch

Appearence: Short to medium stature. Curly, light blond hair, blue eyes, slim build. Often wears old fashioned clothes

Personality: Sarcastic, Ironic, sympathetic. Sociopathic and Psychopathic behaviour. Hides it all under the role of a well mannered young man

Likes: Smoking, robbing, women, driving, dancing

Dislikes: Police, school, his parents

Talents: Firearms knowledge, shooting, driving skills, cold minded, welding

Lore: Carlos was born to a middle class family in the suburbs. His parents were a chemist and a door to door salesman. They never paid much attention to him growing up, leading him to be educated on the streets. He would often get inside stranger's houses and steal things, from money to other items. One time he robbed a motorcycle, discovering his liking for vehicles. He attended an industrial focused high school where he learned to weld, use tools, repair electronics. When he was a teen he learned how to use a gun and not so much later he killed his first victim, a nightguard during one of his robberies. Most people don't know nor believe he could be like this. After all... he looks just like an Angel.

Album created by SmolBF
Updated July 13
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Angel

Kimberly Cassidy, Angel to the men who pay to watch her blush, is her sister’s shadow in more ways than one. Born only ten months after Valerie, she was never the fierce, calculating inheritor of their world. Where Val saw a ladder, Kim saw a cage. When Val blocked her from getting hired at The Velvet Lounge, thinking it would deter her, Kim simply crossed the street. The Treasure Palace was happy to have her.
Her value there is her innocence, a currency she mints daily. She performs a kind of breathless wonder, a slight overwhelm at the attention, and the performance works because so much of it is real. She is the girl next door who wandered into the wrong party, and the clients love the fantasy of being the one to corrupt her. She maintains firm, almost prim boundaries with customers and coworkers alike. This is her secret rebellion: a determination to prove Val wrong, to show that you can work in the light without being consumed by the dark.
Her one, glaring exception is the club’s bouncer. In his quiet, immovable authority, she meets a force she doesn’t want to rebel against. When he talks to her in that low, certain tone, when he touches her arm to guide her through a crowd, something in her surrenders. The firm boundaries she guards so zealously dissolve. She finds herself agreeing to anything he suggests, her will quietly leaching away under his steady gaze.

Album created by IsabellaRose
Updated July 13
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Jade

Valerie Cassidy never had to arrive anywhere. The city was her cradle, its rhythms her heartbeat. Her mother, a former dancer at a place not unlike The Velvet Lounge, had met her father, a good Irish boy with a taste for the exotic, in the very haze of a club’s spotlight. Their marriage was a brief, fiery collision of mismatched worlds that produced two daughters before collapsing into acrimony. Valerie, the eldest, grew up fast. The strip wasn’t a destination; it was her inheritance.
While other girls discovered the stage, Valerie inherited it. Her mother’s old friends, now managers and madams, nodded her through side doors. The opportunities for a sharp, watchful girl in those shadows were vast and varied. She crafted Jade , a name like a cold, polished stone. Where the club traded in sun-kissed fantasy, she offered moonlight and mystery. Her act was not about joy, but about possession, a slow, dangerous seduction that felt less like entertainment and more like being let in on a secret sin. She sold danger, and the city’s night-crawlers bought it by the stack.
Her move to The Velvet Lounge was a calculated siege. The crown, the Friday and Saturday headliner spot, was her objective, and standing in her way was Crystal, the blonde aspiration from nowhere, with her pageant smile and practiced warmth. Jade was everything Crystal was not: dark-haired, pale-skinned, her beauty not warm but sharp as a blade. Their rivalry was immediate, visceral, and deeply personal. Jade knew every one of Crystal’s tells, every insecurity hidden behind the glitter, and she wielded that knowledge like a scalpel, ensuring Crystal never felt secure on her throne.
The complication was the bed they shared, a secret as volatile as their feud. In the stark quiet after closing, the lines between rival and refuge blurred in a tangle of sweat and silent understanding. It was hate that felt like hunger, a hunger that felt like the only honest thing left.
Offstage, Valerie was a fortress. She trusted no one, saw every relationship as a temporary transaction. The sole exception was her younger sister, a bright-eyed girl still naive enough to dream of exits Valerie knew were boarded up. Her fiercest fight was to build a ladder out of the very world that had trapped her, so her sister would never have to learn the price of the spotlight that had already, irrevocably, claimed Jade as its own.

Album created by IsabellaRose
Updated July 13
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Crystal

Cynthia Marino arrived on the bus from a town where her second-runner-up state pageant trophy was the tallest thing on the mantle. She carried headshots, a demo reel, and the unshakable belief that talent plus hustle equaled a breakthrough. The city, she was sure, would recognize her light.
The city offered her a spot under the flickering fluorescent bulbs of a diner where the coffee was bitter and the clientele's hands were quicker than the service. It offered a "promotion" to a cocktail server at The Velvet Lounge on 42nd Street, where the lights were lower, the tips were better, and the expectations were written in the tight grip on her wrist as she leaned over to deliver a drink. A chance to fill in for a sick dancer one Tuesday night turned into a trial run on the main stage, then a regular spot, and finally, the neon-lit crown as the Friday and Saturday night headliner.
The transformation wasn't an act of becoming someone else, but of sculpting a single, perfect facet of herself for the hungry dark. The bright, eager talent from the heartland learned to pour every ounce of her stagecraft into the three-song set that packed the house. Men knew her name... well, her stage name. "Crystal" learned the economy of a glance, the currency of a smile that never reached her eyes, the precise distance that made a tip a five instead of a one. Her act packed them in, and she made good money. It wasn't nothing.
She wasn't a star the way she'd dreamed of on the pageant stage, but in the smoky, beer-scented dark of The Velvet Lounge, she was a certain kind of star. The line between the character she played and the woman who was paying rent faded night by night, dollar by dollar, until all that was left was the performance and the pounding bass of her own hollowing heart. She dreams of bigger things, but her place hugging the pole is her prize, and she'll fight to keep it.

Album created by IsabellaRose
Updated July 13
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Travaian The Vast

Tales spread around slowly in a world without any means of conversation other than pigeon and word of mouth, but the dealings of a dark armored figure, more beast than man, were a tale that seemed to be on the lips of every man, woman, and babe. The stories of its brutality in battle, the ruthless way he cut down anyone who stood in his way, were told as night tales by old nannies to keep a troublesome child in bed. Women retold the sheer size of his armor with a strange fascination that nearly bordered on the sexual. And the men spoke about the strength of his strikes with a mix of envy and horror due to the inhuman ways the bodies were left by the end of the battle, which was usually a slaughter.

The thing that made the stories all the more terrifying? It was all true. All committed by a beast that had forgotten what it meant to be human.

Travaian had long forgotten his last name; most explained it away by saying he was simply a demon born of an evil cloud, a product of the fantasy realm's innate evil. For all of his inhuman qualities, he was still a man. He was just a specimen that had never been seen and would never be seen again because of his impossible physical qualities.

The terrifying thing about the black knight was his seemingly unstable appearance. On some days, his eyes would be the reddest of red that seemed to contain all of the rage and hatred of Lucifer himself. Still, on other days, he would appear like a foreboding, solemn, and frightening specter with eyes that penetrated the very souls of anyone who dared look.
His changing figure was evidence of inhuman powers that he had been blessed with, or cursed with, depending on how one looked at him. Whatever he needed such vast power for was a mystery to everyone—it was as if his entire purpose was to be an antithesis to the idea of good, moral, and happy beings. Everywhere he walked, dread replaced what was once there. Factors that would be applied due to his ruthlessness and the chaos that seemed always to follow him.
His name, the Vast, wasn't given due to wealth, prowess, or anything that could be considered normal. Instead, it was merely a statement on how much suffering his mere presence caused the poor, innocent, and weak citizens and criminals of the fantasy realm.
Nothing opposed him, but there was nothing for him as well. So, Tavarian is searching for something that will fill the emptiness in his soul. All the gold in the world would not satisfy him, but he would pursue it all the same because that would give him something to do. The battles he was in were never quite battles, more than they were massacres, but perhaps there is someone or something out there that could fight, tame, or subdue the demonic black knight.
Who opposes him?

Album created by Ponderer
Updated July 13
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Prince Archivald IV

Name: Prince Archivald IV, "Fang"

Appearence: Short stature. Long wild black hair, purple eyes, scarred muscular body from years of training and fights

Personality: Rude, direct, violent on the outside. Softens up and can be caring and loving after he gets used to it

Likes: Fighting, training, eating lots of food.

Dislikes: Baths, rules, losing encounters

Talents: Fighting knowledge, Survival skills

Lore: Prince Archvald IV was the heir of the Alabaster dynasty when his parents's kingdom was attacked by a horde of barbarians. They abducted the young prince in the pillaging of the kingdom and sold him to a gladiator arena for a great amount of gold. There, he was left to be raised and trained to fight to the death. He grew up among the warriors and gladiators, eventually gaining their trust and joining the revolution to escape the arena. Now, he wanders the world without a clear purpose, unknowing of his royal blood. He likes to take up quests that can prove to be a challenge or just fight monsters for pure pleasure

Album created by SmolBF
Updated July 12
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Kaoru Konpaku

Name: Konpaku, Kaoru

Appearence: Short stature. Long, blonde hair that he does in a ponytail. Pale skin, red eyes. Usually dresses formally except when he is cosplaying

Personality: To the normal world, he is a good mannered and polite boy. When he can put that facade away, he becomes flirty and teasing.

Likes: Cosplaying, Online games, Social Media.

Dislikes: His parents, norms, things he deems ugly, perverts.

Talents: Cosplayer, crafting and designing. Self defense. Naturally talented to play instruments

Album created by SmolBF
Updated July 12
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Kyo Yagami

Name: Yagami, Kyo

Appearence: Short stature. Short, brown hair with bangs, brown eyes. Likes to dress in loose sports clothing. Tanned skin with tan lines under his clothes

Personality: Adventurous, direct and curious.

Likes: Playing outside, catching bugs, exploring

Dislikes: Going home early, mosquito bites.

Talents: Apt survival skills, great sense of direction

Album created by SmolBF
Updated July 12
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Kenta Hirose

Name: Hirose, Kenta

Appearence: Short stature. Short, lavender hair in a bob, blue eyes, usually dresses in colorful clothes

Personality: Shy, gets flustered easily, soft spoken and nice

Likes: Playing music, reading about medieval fantasy, dragons

Dislikes: Bullies, cockroaches, storms

Talents: Knows CPR, plays the flute rather well

Album created by SmolBF
Updated July 12
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Scarlett the Elf

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Album created by Scarlett the Elf Deactivated
Updated July 4
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Wucifia

500 hundred years since she was entombed
.500 years since the black wizard attempt at her dessication thwarted by blue runes along her thighs and groin. She awoke not even remembering her own name, only what was written up on her casket. So old her clothing crumbled to dust. Now she must end the black wizard but she is weary the Ranger carried all that she could find in the tomb. Equipped with new weapons and armor a new hawk companion she must head to the town of terrac owned and managed by the goblin grak and his sons grak.

Album created by onearmeddruid
Updated June 28
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Emmy

Purrpurrpurr

Album created by DonutRex
Updated June 27
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Cheri

Susan Keane arrived on 42nd Street with a press pass, a notebook, and a righteous mission: to expose the exploitation festering in the peep shows and strip clubs of Times Square. The journalist planned to observe, document, and leave. But "Cheri," the persona she created for the window at Peep World, quickly developed a will of her own.
The transformation wasn't an act. The first time a stranger’s hungry gaze met hers through the tinted glass, a switch flipped. The shame she expected was absent, replaced by a thrilling, potent electricity. The anonymity wasn’t a shield; it was an invitation. Now, she finds herself rehearsing her moves in the mirror of her rented room, not for the story, but for the slow, secret burn of performance. The notebook documents her thoughts and secret desires instead of information for an article. The line between observer and participant has not just blurred, it has been erased by the pink light and her own pounding heart. She came to write about twisted desire, but she's afraid she's becoming a slave to her own.

Album created by IsabellaRose
Updated June 26
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Jesse Woods

“Why are you looking at me like that? First time seeing a dick?”
Your girlfriend wishes she looked this good.”
“You can look at my face and pretend you’re fucking a chick if you want. Just pretend my dick isn’t flopping on your pelvis.”

“I will make you get a boner whether you like it or not.”

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Jesse is a notorious brat who has a certain charm about him that makes him almost seem untouchable, even during the moments when he has nowhere left to turn.
It was a sickening high that made him dress in yoga pants or skirts around men who seemed as straight as could be. It pleased him to feel their eyes feast on him or dare a glance.
The ultimate goal for him, though, was to finally make their walls fall and have them drooling over his ass in a bedroom before they savagely pounded him into next year. It was a hate fuck beyond any hate fuck; by the time they would fill him up with their seed, they would already be bolting out of the hotel while Jesse languished in their collective sweat and cum.
It looked like nothing more than a self-destructive addiction to the naked eye, but the wallets lining his pockets would say otherwise. If all he needed to acquire their money was to give a little ass, then Jesse would do so without any worries.

Album created by Ponderer
Updated June 24
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Colby Hickenridge

Colby is just a way too cheerful farm boy who doesn’t seem to have any other aspirations besides helping around his little patch of land, wrestling cattle, and lying down in some hay bales every once in a while if there is nothing to be done.
He has all the attributes of a good, stable boy. Muscular arms, a tall build, and a fearless attitude that doesn’t even allow him to think twice before tackling a one thousand pound bull.
While fierce against aggressive bulls and critters, he is as gentle as can be with any person, be it male or female. Though a far too spunky city gal may annoy him enough to reveal his deep-seated misogyny and desire to dominate :—)

Album created by Ponderer
Updated June 22
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Cola Bizar

Cola Bizar is a sweet young woman turned ruthless bloodthirsty killing machine thanks to scientists needing a new test dummy. Of course, a young woman who lived in a cabin in the woods alone with no living parents or siblings was a perfect target... Hell! It was a bonus that the girl had no friends as well!
For fucks sake, her name isn't even Cola ! It was one of the first words she saw because it was written on a scientist's drink... She was never told her real name and she was essentially wiped from civilization when she was grabbed up in her sleep. Whoever she was before was gone the second she dared to choose to be comfy in her own home...
Age - 21
Weight - 225 pounds
Height - 6'6
Gender - Futanari
Race - Human before modification, Werewolf after.
Sexuality - Pansexual
Cock Size - 15 inches(Including knot)

Album created by LEROZERO
Updated June 10
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Cindy

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Album created by Cindy22
Updated June 9
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Riven

Name: Riven
Personality: Submissive, easygoing, funny, smart
Basic Info: Sex slave and porn star for the rich

Album created by FoxyRoxy
Updated June 8
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Draven

Name: Draven
Personality: Mischievious, outgoing, cunning, angry
Background: Born to be an adventurer only on his first mission he was enslaved by goblins and forced to be a sex slave to monsters. Lost his virginity to a goblin and though he is stronger than them his mind tells him that he is to behave and take what the monsters give him.

Album created by FoxyRoxy
Updated June 8
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