Gnothi's Character Gallery - Seeking Stories for M and F Characters

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Gnothi's Character Gallery




Introduction

Welcome to Gnothi's Character Gallery!  This thread is dedicated to being a place where I can post characters for which I am currently looking to write, or write more of.  I'm open to creating stories, or listening to story ideas you have which might be good fits for the characters that I'm looking to write. 

These are the characters that I am looking to write.

Please abstain from posting in this thread.  If a character catches your eye, please don't hesitate to send me a PM.  I would like to keep this thread clean and clear of all chatter and random postings.  It should also be noted that, just because I have a character listed here, I'm not dying to get into a story with them.




Status

March 16th, 2016 - Presently, I am being somewhat selective with the stories I am committed to right now.  I'm feeling a bit stretched, with a bit on my plate, and can't just add a story or two without some discussion to see if it's worth trying to make it work.



Links

My Preference Thread is essentially my On and Off page.  Here you will find information about myself, my writing style, what I'm interested in with regards to kinks, etc.  You will also find some other characters that might not be posted here.

New Ideas and Cravings is where I put my current story cravings and new ideas.  I usually save all of my ideas, and reuse them from time to time when I've got a craving for something.  New ideas will be posted there as a way to advertise them and open them up, before moving to the archives section in my Preference thread.

My Worldbuilding Work Shop I thought I would put this here, to show off some of my group ideas as well as give some examples/demonstrations of my worldbuilding prowess.




Characters I Currently Crave

This is intended to be a list of characters whom I am currently craving to write.  Since I've gotten messages in the past from individuals seeking characters listed here that I have little to no desire to write, and this thread was intended to be a depository of sorts, I'm going to keep a list of characters that I am actively seeking to portray in a work with someone on the site.

Elmo Volmark, an Iron Islander Reaver (Game of Thrones/ASoIaF).
Megan Baldwin, a rape survivor.
Sheridan Miller, a heterosexual male biker.
If I can't have you, my love...  I'll destroy you
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~Gnothi's Stories Without Homes~
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies... The man who never reads lives only one.

Seeking New Stories

GnothiSeauton


Sheridan Miller
Biker

Sheridan Miller has been within the criminal world for all his life.

He was born into it, raised by a father who was an Original in the Fallen Sons Motorcycle Club.  His mother left him when he was a child, unqualified to raise a child when she herself was still in her teens.    While other kids his age were playing with toy cars or obsessed with G.I. Joes, little Sheridan was playing with tools and bolts while his Daddy and his friends worked on bikes and cars.

It was a natural progression that he himself would join the ranks of the Fallen Sons.  The Club was the closest thing to family he ever had, growing up around it, around the other kids who had fathers in the Club.  The Club was, and is, his everything, going to great lengths to protect and defend her from the outside world.  It was at his father's knees that he learned of Life, of the Club, and how to be a man.  There is little he won't do for the Club and his Brothers-in-Arms, proving himself by becoming an Unholy One, a member who has killed in the name of the Fallen.

To his friends and family, he is an incredibly loyal man.  Often he will go out of his way to those he considers close to him.  He has been accused of being a bit of a misogynist.  Though living in a modern world, Sheridan still maintains a bit of a misogynistic attitude when it comes to women being involved in the club and mechanical aspects.  He does not trust women who get close to the club, nor does he like the idea of a woman tinkering with engines, especially his own.  Though he might not be vocal about his beliefs, it is not exactly a secret.

In his spare time, Sheridan is a man who prides himself on his sobriety, from alcohol and drugs.  He is a big history buff, and has a hobby of collecting antique weaponry. 

And while he is somewhat open to his brothers, Sheridan hides the fact that he has a daughter, with a woman on the Outside of the Club Lifestyle.  This is only to protect his daughter, as well as to keep the arrangement with his daughter's mother to see and be around his daughter on a somewhat frequent basis.

Character Pairings Seeking:  Male X Female, or Male X Transgender Female

Perfect For:  Kidnaping a character.  Being the target of a law-enforcement investigation.  Wrong-Side-of-the-Tracks Romance between him and a more straight-laced woman.
If I can't have you, my love...  I'll destroy you
~World Building Workshop ~ Current Ideas and Requests  ~
~ Preferences ~ Status  ~ Nightmares and Inspirations~
~Gnothi's Stories Without Homes~
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies... The man who never reads lives only one.

Seeking New Stories

GnothiSeauton


Ellen "Ellie" Lynch
School Girl

A woman scorned and shown the true nature of life and happiness, Ellie is not a woman to be taken lightly.

Although raised in what could have been considered by people looking in, a happy family, it was far from it.  There was no happiness, no fun, no enjoyment in her family, at least not in her own eyes.  She knew her parents had other lovers in their lives, had been seeing other people.  It was an unspoken knowledge between them all, an uneasy truce keeping the family together only in name.

Seeing other families, seeing other student at school and her friends that seemed so happy, so content with life because of their families, only sickened her every time she looked upon them.  There was no such thing as a happy family according to Ellen.  More people needed to see that.  Here and there she tried to make life hell for other families around her, her friends' families especially.  Whether it was erasing important notes left on notice boards while staying over, or smoking in the house to blame it on a family member, it was chaos which she loved to bring to other families, to break them down, to show them there was no such thing as a happy family.

When it came to sleeping around with teachers, or trying to at least, it had begun as a simple quest.  A chance to do it right, to live one of her fantasies, the kind where so many never dared to go.  Yet the more she tried, the more she noticed the happiness of one teacher in particular and his family, it turned into something completely different, a chance to show them and others like them that there was no such thing as a happy family.

Special Note:  Ellen was made to be written as under eighteen, but within the rules of the site.  She was intended to be seventeen, as I am admittedly not entirely comfortable doing such underage characters.  The reason for her being seventeen, and me being firm on that, is that it ads to the taboo, dangerous nature of her being.  A poisonous forbidden fruit.

Character Pairings Seeking:  Male X Female.  Open to Female X Female.

Perfect For:  Older males dealing with the stressed and anxieties of family life.
If I can't have you, my love...  I'll destroy you
~World Building Workshop ~ Current Ideas and Requests  ~
~ Preferences ~ Status  ~ Nightmares and Inspirations~
~Gnothi's Stories Without Homes~
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies... The man who never reads lives only one.

Seeking New Stories

GnothiSeauton


James Torrance
Ticking Time Bomb

Few have had to struggle with themselves, and their natures, like James has had to do in life.

He was born the baby of the family, surrounded by siblings who excelled in life, and everything they touched.  An older brother who was a top athlete in school, who was going on to college to do bigger and better things with a scholarship.  A man who never had trouble at all with women and finding friends.  An older sister who was just praised as the Golden Child, who could do no wrong.  She could light up a room, put people at ease, and never, ever, had to worry about fitting in.

James on the other hand...  James is nothing like his siblings.  James is usually reserved and quiet.  He often keeps to himself, preferring to stay in his room than going out and being around people.  What friends he has are usually online.  Bullied in school for most of his academic career, James often keeps his thoughts and such close to the chest, and has a hard time expressing himself from time to time.  Almost always is he reading, or doing a combination of writing or drawing in a leather-bound sketchbook that is usually with him.

A difficult and troubling growing up phase of his life has shaped James largely into the individual he is at present.  He'd always been a quiet and socially awkward kid growing up, and soon turned into an easy target for bullies.  Never once did he fight back, never did he try and assert a dominant stance that never seemed to be within him.  He took the abuses and bullying, physical and mental attacks, and bottled it up deep within, trying not to dwell on it with each and every day.

An outlet for his troubles came in the form of the sketchbook that he keeps by his side.  In it's many pages, he allows his mind, the dark and troubling aspects, to come out and come to fruition with pencil and pen.  They were dark to say the least, troubling would be putting it mildly...

He never told anyone about the bird he found in the backyard one day...  He never told anyone what he did with it...  He never told anyone about how it made him feel...  It was bottled up within out of fear, out of dread, knowing what possibilities could unfold if anyone knew how much he enjoyed killing and torturing the little bird.

Character Pairings Seeking:  Male X Female, or Male X Transgender Female.

Perfect For:  Twisted Incest.  The Creepy Guy in Class.  Demonic Influences.
If I can't have you, my love...  I'll destroy you
~World Building Workshop ~ Current Ideas and Requests  ~
~ Preferences ~ Status  ~ Nightmares and Inspirations~
~Gnothi's Stories Without Homes~
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies... The man who never reads lives only one.

Seeking New Stories

GnothiSeauton


Doctor Pamela "Ivy" Isley
Eco Terrorist

Ever since she was a young girl, Pam had always had an affinity for nature.  She wasn't like most girls her age, who more often than not were afraid to get dirty.  Pamela loved the dirt, loved spending hours on end in it.  There was a certain happiness, a certain comfort, that was hard to overcome when she was one with nature.

Plants and the natural world were things she truly loved and cherished.  That natural beauty of nature couldn't be outmatched in her mind.  All throughout her life, it became a focus.  At school, chemistry and biology had become her favorite subjects, easily outpacing every other student around her.  She had wanted to travel the world, to become a world famous botanist, create and discover new plants, to make a difference in the world.  It wasn't too far out of the realm of possibility, she knew.  She had the grades to prove it, her professors in college so very impressed by her work and study.  Pamela had a whole life in front of her, one which she dreamed of filling with plants and children to teach about the wonders of the natural world.  A life where she could be happy.

But it would never be.

The memory of the night which changed her outlook on life was painful, hard to think back upon.  No amount of pills, no amount of supplements, could erase the memory of her rape.  It had begun just like any other summer night.  Craving a chance to get out, to take a needed break from her studies and lab in the University, Pamela decided to go out for a change, to go out and try to have some fun.  She had screamed her heart out in the alley in Gotham under the two men, her cries unanswered by the crowds of people in the heart of the city.  Beaten and raped, she had been left in the alley, laying upon the refuse and debris, sobbing for help.

She couldn't remember being brought into the hospital, not to mention remembering who had found her.  The pain and exhaustion had been too great to withstand any longer.  When she had come to, Pamela found herself connected through tubes to various machines and monitors, cast off in some sterile, cold hospital room.  It had been a night which had changed everything, which had turned over a new persona in Pamela's mind.  No longer able to have children of her own, unable to forget the faceless crowds which had ignored her cries and pleas for help when she needed it the most, Pamela lost what love and respect she had for humanity. 

A cold, isolationist sense came over her.  More and more she withdrew from her friends and family, pulling herself more and more away from other human beings, and focusing more of her love and attention on the only things in life which never hurt her:  flora.

Her whole life had turned dedicated to the natural world and flora.  Pamela finished her schooling before pulling herself once again away from the world, shutting herself out to focus on her love of plants.  Poisons and venoms were experimented with, both in the hopes of improving her own body and also in the pursuit of creating deadly concoctions to destroy other human beings. 

From a mission and dream of wanting to see the world, of wishing to experience life, Pamela became more and more focused on protecting nature from mankind.  She couldn't just sit by and watch as big corporations planned mass clearings of rich, forested land.  She couldn't just watch and listen to the rich and powerful talk of destroying nature for their profits.  No.  Pamela wasn't about to sit idly by and watch mankind destroy the only things in life she truly loved. 

She had no care for what lives may have been lost by the bombs placed in the offices of big corporations.  Pamela had no love lost for the people who perished, who lost it all, when their brand new homes were burned down to the ground.  She shed no tears for the corporate CEO of some oil company whom, along with his family, were found poisoned by some strange, unique substance.  They were all casualties in the war against mankind.

It was all for the greater good of the world.

Special Note:  For Ivy, I would like, and greatly prefer, a more modern, Nolan-type approach to the story.  I dont want this to be based on the comics.  I want this to be more real, more realistic and believable.  More human, than, say, make-believe.

Character Pairings Seeking:  Male X Female.  Female X Female.

Perfect For:  Being the subject of investigations.  Unlikely romances.  Doctor-Patient Relationships.
If I can't have you, my love...  I'll destroy you
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~Gnothi's Stories Without Homes~
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies... The man who never reads lives only one.

Seeking New Stories

GnothiSeauton


Rebecca "Vyrus" Williams
Hacker

Within the archives of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, the Central Intelligence Agency, MI6, InterPol, and a variety of other organizations, the file on the hacker known simply as “Vyrus” is rather thin on the personal information section.  Little is truly known about the hacker.  Their IP address bounces around the world, back and forth on various Virtual Private Networks and satellites.  Many agencies simply gave up trying to track Vyrus down.  Little is truly known about the hacker, yet there is no shortage of the acts of “cyber terrorism” committed by the Deep-Web Hacker.  From pranks and hoaxes perpetrated and claimed responsibility by Vyrus, to the ever growing number of claimants of blackmail and fraud pulled off by Vyrus, the stack of paperwork on her crimes and actions seems to never end. 

For Rebecca, family was something that never quite found her.  She didn't have a mother and father.  Her father, according to the aunt who had raised her, ran off when he found out her mother was pregnant.  Her mother died not long after giving birth to her.  It was her aunt that adopted her, raised her as she would her own, and raised her as best as she could given the circumstances.

She grew up with her Aunt in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by farms and flat lands.  Computers always fascinated her, even as a younger child.  It became a natural thing for her, taking to them and excelling at a young age.  Computer and Technology classes were always her favorite, always her best subjects.  She could do things even in high school that her teachers couldn't, impressing them and infuriating them.  She passed her classes, even though she knew it would never be a problem.  After she hacked into her teachers' grade books, she knew she didn't have to worry about grades again.

With her skills with a computer, she began to put them to use to make money.  Working her way into the dark depths of the Deep Web, she found work hacking and creating viruses.  The money she made was good, decent enough to help her move out from her Aunt's house and east to big cities.  But soon she began to move away from hacking and creating viruses as her primary income, instead focusing her attentions on hacking into the computers and phones of the rich and powerful, blackmailing them for more than enough cash to keep her happy.

Character Pairings Seeking:  Open to anything.

Perfect For:  Hacking the wrong person.  Getting too close to a target.  Entangling business relations with a client.
If I can't have you, my love...  I'll destroy you
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~Gnothi's Stories Without Homes~
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies... The man who never reads lives only one.

Seeking New Stories

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Elmo Volmark
Iron Islander
Reaver

Elmo Volmark was the youngest among his siblings, and the longest living child from the Lord and Lady Volmark.

He was often considered the runt of the triplets born to the Lady.  Where his two brothers were bigger and stronger in their earliest days, Elmo was small and weak.  As time went on, however, he grew, both in size and in strength, while his two brothers, born before he, died in their infancy. 

In his formative years he was sent to the Lord Harlaw, where he learned to read and write, and from there was sent to Pyke to learn the ways of the longship.  He had no desire to be a great lord, for the sea was his domain in his heart.  At age twenty four he became a captain of the Leviathan, named after the sigil of House Volmark, and lead reaving expeditions, against the word of Lord Quellon Greyjoy.  One of the more successful of the Iron Captains, Volmark has been to far-away ports such as Volantis and Mereen to sell slaves.

He's a worldly man, a man who has been in a great many conflicts on land and sea, as evident by the blind eye and scar upon his face from combat.  He has with him a Lyseni Salt Wife.  His sword is called The Trident, an old piece of steel said to have once been a prized possession of House Manderly from before the Conquest.

By nature, Elmo is a calculating man.  He is not one to jump into a conflict or engage in a fight, without seeing the whole picture laid out before him, knowing his options and the strengths and weaknesses of an individual.  He is known to be a charming individual when needed, and a downright cruel and savage animal in the heat of battle.  He is a firm believer in the Old Way, although he is an educated man and knows his letters.  History is something that has always fascinated him, particularly that of the old history of the Iron Islands and the Kingdom of Harren the Black.  He is a capable leader on the seas among his own men who eagerly follow him into battle.

Special Note:  Elmo Volmark is intended to be played in a story that is based in/on George R. R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire series.  At least being familiar with the show and continent of Westeros is sufficient to know.

Character Pairings Seeking:  Male X Female

Perfect For:  Those seeking passage across the Narrow Sea.  Unfortunate potential Salt Wives.  Those wishing to hire his services.
If I can't have you, my love...  I'll destroy you
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~ Preferences ~ Status  ~ Nightmares and Inspirations~
~Gnothi's Stories Without Homes~
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies... The man who never reads lives only one.

Seeking New Stories

GnothiSeauton


Sarah Walker
Runaway Religious Cult Survivor

For nearly all of her life, Sarah has lived a sheltered existence. 

Behind the thick and looming walls of the Compound of the Church of the Sacred Union, her life had resolved squarely around the patriarchal teachings of the one true Bible, that taught men and women were not equals, that it unions between blood relations, siblings, were a blessed thing, the one true path to salvation and heaven in the afterlife.  For generations, brother and sister have wed, have found true happiness and joy in the arms and comforts of one another.  From one womb they come, joined together in a union that is blessed from the Lord above.  It is a divinely arranged marriage, one that is seen as a blessing to have.

For some, however...  For some unfortunate to have a sibling, or close and unattached cousins, it can be a trying and difficult way of life.  Even Sarah, the granddaughter of the current Prophet, was not immune to the tasks that were expected of unattached, unwed women in the Church.  But she, ever the devout, ever the devoted servant and true believer, never once complained, never once fought, as she preformed her tasks and duties every day.

It was not meant to be, she reminded herself.  Her brother, her headstrong, rebellious older brother, had been exiled from the Church.  His beliefs, the beliefs of Outsiders, the poisonous and ill thoughts of the Church and it's teachings and principles, were more than enough to have him, like so many others who became disenchanted with the church, were cast out, exiled and excommunicated, destined to live a life of suffering for all of eternity in hell.

When the Law Enforcement Authorities, the Drug Enforcement Agency and their ilk, raided the compound in a storm of bullets and carnage, Sarah managed to escape, forcing her way through a relatively unknown weak point.  Armed with letters mailed to her mother by her brother in the years since his exile, Sarah has searched out her brother, lost in a world that is so new and so different to her innocent and naive mind.

Special Note:  Sarah has been living in the dark about the Outside World, entirely cut off from it.  As a result, she may not be the most politically correct person.  Nothing should be taken seriously, or be thought of as reflecting my own views and beliefs.

Character Pairings Seeking:  Male X Female.

Perfect For:  Finding her brother on the Outside.  Taken in like a stray puppy.  Being used for more nefarious things.
If I can't have you, my love...  I'll destroy you
~World Building Workshop ~ Current Ideas and Requests  ~
~ Preferences ~ Status  ~ Nightmares and Inspirations~
~Gnothi's Stories Without Homes~
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies... The man who never reads lives only one.

Seeking New Stories

GnothiSeauton


Jordan Thompson
Rehabilitated Ex-Con

Life was a difficult road for a guy like Jordan.  He was young when his mother left him and his father, running off with a traveling salesman.  Although his father was a religious man, trying to raise his son as best as he could, Jordan never put much stock into the old man's beliefs.

School was something that he never quite excelled in.  His grades were average at best, floating just above the pass/fail line.  Despite his father's attempts to push him to study, Jordan never quite could get his mind ready for tests and quizzes.  If it weren't for football, he would have dropped out early and moved on.  Barely did he pass high school, walking away with a diploma, which was certainly more than he had expected.

At eighteen, fresh out of school, he ran off, moving away with only a small, explanatory note to his father, in search of the life and excitement that could not be found in a small place like New Brook.  Dreading becoming like his father, and the long line of Thompsons that stayed in town, and only stayed in town, he wanted and needed a new sense of purpose in life.  It was to New Orleans he went, falling in with the wrong crowd his father had tried to warn him about.  That sense of brotherhood was something that had eluded him in his life, and made him feel more wanted, more at place, than he ever had.

But one day, all of that changed for him.  He, and his friends, got arrested, caught behind a string of home-invasion robberies and assaults.  His supposed friends didn't hesitate to point the finger at him, testifying against him in the hopes of saving their own skins.  With a an old family friend as his lawyer,they did their best to try and fight off the pending heavy sentence.  It was only by sheer luck and his father's friend's experience and finesse in the court that he got a reduced sentence.  Ten years.  It was a godsend, a much welcome change from the heavy sentence that had been coming his way.  Ten years behind bars.  A young, fresh face, was an easy target for some.  He fought back as best as he could, becoming a man that was feared and left alone.  Occasionally he got attacked, fueled by rival gang members, getting stabbed in the abdomen a result of such a fight.  When he got out, he promised himself he would try to change his life, not wanting to end up back there.

When he made parole, Jordan's purpose in life changed.  He wanted to become a better man, to get back to a normal life, to get away from the troubled youth that had dominated his life for so long.  Turning over a new leaf, having a fresh start, he decided to go back home, to go back and live with his father, and try to get his life back on track.

Character Pairings Seeking:  Male X Female, or Male X Transgender Female.

Perfect For:Small Town Old Reunions.
If I can't have you, my love...  I'll destroy you
~World Building Workshop ~ Current Ideas and Requests  ~
~ Preferences ~ Status  ~ Nightmares and Inspirations~
~Gnothi's Stories Without Homes~
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies... The man who never reads lives only one.

Seeking New Stories

GnothiSeauton


Ashley Whitman
Senator with a Dark Side

On the surface, Ashley Whitman might seem as if she has the perfect, dream life.

She knows how to smile for the cameras, knows just the right things to say and do, to those who report and follow her.  Charming.  Charismatic.  Energetic.  Articles and news stories can't help but to follow the junior senator from Virginia, how so popular, so in-demand and invigorating she is to the electorate. 

They report on her seemingly happy, picturesque life.  Humble beginnings on a farm in the South East of Virginia.  A hard worker who put herself through school at the University of Virginia.  A woman who married her college love, and had the picture-perfect family, complete with the white-picket fence and soccer practices.  On the surface, she seems happy, promotes that happy, at-peace image, the image that helps her rise in the political arena, that makes her so desired by both parties.

But that's on the surface...

Beneath it, she is a cold, calculating woman who knows what she wants, and is not afraid to take it.  Few have seen this side of Ashley, few have seen the wrath she possesses. 

It's a lonely life, parading herself in front of the cameras, living the life that is nothing but a lie to further herself in life.  A lonely, sad life that is only abated with the occasional trysts with people who provide companionship for a living. 

Character Pairings Seeking:  Male X Female, or Female X Female, or Female X Transgender Man

Perfect For:  Pesky Reporters.  Escorts.  Aides looking to climb the ladder of success.
If I can't have you, my love...  I'll destroy you
~World Building Workshop ~ Current Ideas and Requests  ~
~ Preferences ~ Status  ~ Nightmares and Inspirations~
~Gnothi's Stories Without Homes~
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies... The man who never reads lives only one.

Seeking New Stories

GnothiSeauton


Charles Lynch
Ex-Soldier, Bounty Hunter

To look at the bounty hunter, few would have thought that the man Charles Lynch was once a man of means and influence. 

Once upon a time, Lynch was the son of a Plantation Owner, with fields of rich cotton and crops that was the envy of many of the affluent in Georgia.  He was educated, raised to be a true Southern Gentleman.  He went to the finest schools, taught to speak both French and Spanish.  He learned discipline and strength at the Virginia Military Institute, and seemed destined to be a man of importance in the Old South.

But when the War came, everything changed.

It was out of duty and honor, to his family and home of Georgia, not politics, that Lynch volunteered for battle.  He went north with his fellow Georgians, fighting in the Army of Northern Virginia, and seeing action across the bloody fields of Maryland, Pennsylvania, Virginia, and so on.  But with the end of the war, Lynch came home to face other horrors that the battlefields had not quite prepared him for.

His family was gone, dead and deceased.  The once rich, fertile lands of the plantation were nothing but ash and rot, the house he grew up in nothing more than smoldering ruins.  Nothing was left.  Nothing at all.  A broken man, from the bitterness of defeat, to seeing everything taken from him, Charles Lynch wandered on, finding what work he could in a landscape decimated by war and famine.

In Texas, in the rural, wide open lands untouched by the horrors and scarification of war, Charles found the closest thing to a home and comfort he could find.  He took on work here and there as a carpenter, in between jobs of the one profession that was always in demand, and never ending:  bounty hunting.

Character Pairings Seeking:  Male X Female.  Open to Male X Transgender Female.

Perfect For:  Female Outlaws.  Lonely Farmers needing Protection.  Outlaws looking for an extra gun. 
If I can't have you, my love...  I'll destroy you
~World Building Workshop ~ Current Ideas and Requests  ~
~ Preferences ~ Status  ~ Nightmares and Inspirations~
~Gnothi's Stories Without Homes~
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies... The man who never reads lives only one.

Seeking New Stories

GnothiSeauton


Elaine Wallace
Submissive

Quiet.  Meek.  Modest.  Words that could easily describe Elaine Wallace.

On the surface, she is a quiet and observant young woman.  She is not one to put herself out there, not one to be so outgoing and outlandish.  Instead, she often keeps to herself, focusing on her studies, and ambitions in life, even if they don't look as if they will amount to anything in the economically difficult life she's experienced.

At a young age, her mother passed away due to illness.  For years she bounced around from home to home, another kid in the foster system.  The older she became, the harder it became to find something close to a family, for no one wanted the older teenager, not when they could have a younger, little child to raise as their own so much more easily.  With her becoming of age, she used what money she had saved up from various jobs and what little inheritance she had, into renting a cheap apartment, and starting her life on her own.

Living paycheck to paycheck, with just a little left over, but she wouldn't have it any other way.

Her interests and curiosities in life has brought her into the realm of exploring BDSM, finding and discovering herself.  The burning desire to find that sense of belonging, of purpose and happiness, of wanting to please and find some sort of care and love she had never quite experienced in her adolescence has helped to latch her onto BDSM even more with everything she read and explored. 

Character Pairings Seeking:  Male X Female.  Female X Female.  Various.

Perfect For:  Lonely Dominants.  Sadistic Dominants.  Kinky Couples.
If I can't have you, my love...  I'll destroy you
~World Building Workshop ~ Current Ideas and Requests  ~
~ Preferences ~ Status  ~ Nightmares and Inspirations~
~Gnothi's Stories Without Homes~
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies... The man who never reads lives only one.

Seeking New Stories

GnothiSeauton


Sarah Elizabeth Reagan
Mother of Two
Closet Nymphomaniac

On the surface, Sarah Reagan lives what most would consider an ordinary, regular life.  Some may have even called it idyllic.  The mother of two boys.  Married to her husband straight out of college.  A successful, and industrious job that pays well and keeps her busy.  Youthful looks in her forties that make a great many envious of her appearance.

She made dinner almost every night at home for her family.  The laundry of the house was her responsibility, as was keeping up with both of her boys' schedules at school and in sports.  She was on the P.T.A., became a member of the Home Owner's Association.  At work and social functions, she played the dutiful and beloved wife, engaging others and brightening the atmosphere around her. 

But beneath that smile...  Beneath the happy, loving facade she so often wore, Sarah held a deep, dark secret that ate away in her heart and soul each and every day.

An addiction.

A pain and poison.

Each and every day it ate at her.  Each and every day, it consumed her thoughts and mind, clouding her concentration with nothing but the need to fix it.  She couldn't go more than a few days without her fix, needing that sweet, blissful release of sating herself and the desire that burned inside her each and every day.  That uncontrollable hunger, that need, simply would not go away.  Not until it got it's fix.



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The first and most important thing she had to plan was the Excuse.

Everything depended upon the Excuse.  One bad excuse could raise unwanted questions.  Using one excuse repeatedly, over and over, could draw unwanted attention and focus.  The last thing she needed was her husband to make some off-hand comment at a social gathering between friends and coworkers about how she had been worked to the bone with the late hours every night. 

It had to be believable.  There had to be a plausible explanation for running late.  Nothing too elaborate, nothing so complex that depended upon so many components to make it work.  Often the simplest of excuses were often the best. 

Hobby Shop didn't have a whole lot to choose from, she texted her husband almost as soon as she left the store.  Going to try Vivienne's, she texted again.

By the time she pulled the sedan to a stop in the seedy little parking lot, she had already switched the bags of the hobby shops, taking the contents of her purchases from the blank, white plastic bag that came from Hobby Shop, and placing them into blue and white bag with the name Vivienne's that she had plucked from the crevice between her seat and the center console.  Pipe cleaners, Popsicle sticks and glitter glue.  The essentials for her youngest's school project.

She gave herself a quick and silent look over in the rear-view mirror of the car.  Her deft fingers ran through the long blonde tresses as her blue eyes took in the sight of her appearance.  Good.  Not great.  Not the way she occasionally dressed up when she needed a fix, but given the circumstances, the rushed, unexpected opportunity, she looked good enough.  With the sunglasses upon her face in the dark of night, she felt ready to go and sate her addiction.

The parking lot was mostly empty.  Only a few cars remained in the parking lot.  A look at the watch illuminated beneath the neon lights had told her that there wouldn't be much to be found at such a late evening.  The afternoon rush was long done and over with for the day, and on a Sunday evening, it would light and quiet.  It was by far not the best time to be there, but something was better than nothing. 

Her heart was racing, beating furiously in her chest as she crossed the parking lot on foot.  Her breaths were growing rapid with excitement as every footstep carried her closer to the building.  The shame and guilt she often felt at times, those nasty, incessant feelings that gave her doubts and hesitation were no where to be found that evening.  She wanted this.  She needed this.  She needed to sate herself.

The long weekend had been sheer torture.  Staying home with her family, depriving herself of the chance to break free, if only for a short time.  She put up with family dinners, suffered through watching movies with her family.  Game night.  Fucking game night.  All she wanted was to get out, to get free, a chance to go off on her own and please the monster that was her addiction.  She was a ticking time-bomb, waiting to go off, yearning to explode in hedonistic indulgences. 

Just one, she told herself.  Just one, and she would be gone.  Back in the car, back to the hum-drum life that waited for her at home with her husband and kids.  Back home,to think and dream and crave of the next time she could get her fix once again.

She pulled open the heavily tinted window door of the store, immediately surrounded by the familiar sights.  The rows of adult DVDs and Blu Rays.  Sex toys of every kind and variety.  Lubricants of various makes, scents, and flavors.  From behind the counter near the door, the heavy-set,bespectacled man looked up from the phone in hand, giving only the slightest of nods to the regular visitor.

She didn't stop to engage in a conversation, nor did she wander about aimlessly through the aisle of merchandise.  Both she and the man behind the counter knew why she was there.  Both knew why she always came around.

Past the various aisles and racks of untouched movies.  Past the displays of vibrators and masturbators.  All the way to the back of the store, where the neon-light that simply said Arcade called to her like a beacon.  She made her way through the store, and through the curtained partition into the dimly lit hallway, facing the row of doors and booths.  The booth immediately in front of her sat unoccupied, it's door open, waiting, beckoning for her to step inside the dark abyss.

The door was closed immediately as she stepped inside, her fingers moving quickly to put in place the locks and latches that provided some sense of security from unwanted guests.  On the opposite wall, the screen played some selection menu for various adult titles to choose from.  Absently did she reach into the pockets of her jeans, fishing out a couple of dollars to feed the machine before randomly selecting some title to play in the background.

Wordlessly she slipped off her black cardigan, draping it over the back of the cheap chair that, along with a small wastebasket, was the only piece of furniture in the small booth.  Sounds of porn, with it's faked moans and cries of pleasure, played from the speakers as she sat herself in the chair, taking a calming, deep breath of the warm air that smelt strongly of Lysol and disinfectant.  Her fingers were unbuttoning the jeans she wore loosening the hold upon her body to make it easier to access.

She could have came right there and then.  The excitement and arousal was always so high when she entered the booth and made herself comfortable.  The slightest touch against her aching clitoris would have been enough to send her over the edge, she did not doubt.  Already she was drenched, the moisture of her arousal just barely visible in the gleam of the light of the screen.

But there was a monster inside her.  A raging, howling monster caged up so tightly deep within her loins.  Frantically did it thrash about, yearning to be free, yearning to be sated.  The sound of the heavy, lustful breathing coming from the darkened hole in the wall told her she was not alone in her feelings.

Her slender finger traced the lip of the hole in the wall, running over the smooth surface for but a moment before she moved from the seat and sank down to the tiled floor, inching herself over to the cup-sized hole. Soon she was rewarded by the sight of it, the gradually-inflating member, presented to her for her approval.  She didn't hesitate to show her approval of the cock being presented, her warm hand seizing the cock at the base before bringing her lips around it.

Heaven.

It's soft, flesh twitched in approval as it passed the soft plushness of her lips, sinking into the warm, wet mouth.  Her tongue greeted it eagerly, swishing back and forth, from one side to the other, slipping beneath the underside to moisten it in it's frenzied action.  The groan that came forth from beyond the wall, the very real, distinct groan of pleasure that came not from the speakers of the screen, but from the man attached to the hardened cock, only excited her all the more.

The taste excited her, the saltiness that spoke of sweat and masculinity distinct and intoxicating.  The smell of him excited her, that musk of man that was so natural, so visceral in it's pheromonal. arousing nature.  But the anonymity excited her most of all.  Who was this man she had at her mercy? She wondered as she continued to milk him with the fluid bobs and strokes of her head and lips along his shaft.

Another miserably married person?

Someone just passing through, looking for some quick relief?

It was times like those, as she moaned with delightful passion, sending vibrations from the warm heaven of her mouth through the thick,throbbing piece of meat lodged in the depths of her mouth, that she liked to think of just who the man beyond the wall might be.  A neighbor she had seen outside numerous times, washing his car or tending to the lawn.  The clerk at the convenience store she bought her coffee and cigarettes from in the morning.  One of her oldest's friends.

Her hand slipped down her slender body, pressing beneath the open fly of her pants, slipping beneath the waistband of her underwear to rub her wet, aching flesh.  One of her eldest son's friends...  That was a thought that never ceased to excite her.  Her oldest child, and all of his friends, at eighteen years old.  She had caught the sight of some of them looking her way, eyeing her up, those unmistakable looks of desire that burned in their eyes.  It was a heady thought as her head and hands moved in unison against the thickened shaft coated in her saliva. 

The muscles in her throat relaxed, her mind going into that blissful state where she so often lost herself in the moment.  More and more of him was taken into her mouth, swallowing him deep into the tightness.  He was close.  She could feel it, could sense it.  Slowly he, this stranger, on the other side of the wall was thrusting himself forward, rocking back and forth.  Try as he might to fight it, try as he might to resist coming to the promise land of orgasmic bliss, wanting, as so many did, to stretch out that moment and savor every precious second of being worshiped like a God, he would come, and soon. 

Few could last more than a few minutes when she went to work on them.

She had lost count of the number of men she had pleased there.  Chances were good that the man on the other side, resisting the urge to come as she milked her with her expert mouth and hand, had came in the past because of her.  Whenever she had a chance, a moment in time to herself, where she could sneak away, she did so, coming in search of that desire to live dangerously, to be free and unchained from the burdens of her life at home, of the stresses at work and the demands of being a wife and mother. 

Out there, out in the world beyond the booth, she was someone.  A mother.  A wife.  A daughter and sister.  A woman who had a good career, who possessed what seemed to be a happy life.  Family dinners.  Movie and game nights.  Football and soccer games for each of her kids. 

But in that booth...  In that dark little space, she was no one.  A person in the shadows.  There to please and pleasure, there to be pleased and pleasured.  Free from the stresses of life.  Free from the burdens of her family life.  No worrying and fretting over schedules.  No thoughts of what to make for dinner.  No worrying over reports at work, no having to deal with the difficulties of life.  All of that left behind, left to be dealt with at another time.

There, in that booth, all she had to think of was being in the moment, being consumed by hot and burning flames of lust and arousal.  A vessel for pleasure, and only pleasure.  Nothing more.  Nothing less.

The knock upon the wall was loud and rapid, shattering the thoughts and focus that had taken her away.  Her face pressed firmly against the section of flesh exposed through the hole, her nose pushed into the thicket of dark, coarse hair as the thick rod inside her mouth began to explode in hot and furious desire.  The groan from the other side of the wall was met with with the thick, heavy spurts of warm semen as his cock tip unleashed uncontrollable spasms.

Greedily, with a real and true hunger, did she swallow every precious drop he had to offer her.  The salty seed was taken eagerly down her throat, the taste and feel of the warm, thick, gooey substance like nectar of the Gods.  Every drop invaluable.  For moments she continued to nurse upon it, savoring the lingering taste, relishing the scent and feel of him between her lips before he ever so slowly pulled away, disappearing into the black depths of the shadows in his booth.

Her lips quivered as she watched him back away, receding into the booth.  She wanted more.  She craved more.  One deposit of semen was never enough.  Never was it enough. 

But this was not her lunch break at work.  This was not one of her days off where, instead of supposed to be at home, she could spend hours there in the booths.  This was not the holidays, where, under the pretense of doing holiday shopping, could slip away and enjoy the presents and gifts presented to her through the glory holes.

She dressed quickly.  Her hand was removed from between her legs, fingers slick with her wetness buttoned up and zipped up her pants.  A part of her hoped for a reason to stay, a part of her desperately clinging to the hope that someone would walk into one of the booths beside her, and give her a reason to stay longer, a reason to stay and feed herself more and more of that intoxicating nectar.  And yet, another part spurned her on as she put back on the light cardigan, had forced her to keep her eyes away from the holes on either side of her.

The Excuse she told herself.  She had to get home soon.  She had to go back to that miserable life because it was her life.  Back to putting on the mask of being the good and faithful wife, the loving and devoted mother.  Back to the life and lie that was accepted, not looked down upon, not thought of as something shameful and disgusting.  Back to the lie that kept her life intact.

Tomorrow, she told herself, as she exited her booth, and slipped out the back exit.  Tomorrow she would be back.  Tomorrow she would feed herself to her heart's delight. 


Character Pairings Seeking:  Male X Female

Perfect For:  The Boy/Man Next Door.  Another addict.
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Anna Bailey
Former Adult Film Star
She was a legend.

Back before the likes of starlets like Sasha Grey and others like her, there was only one Queen of the Extreme.  Only one who pushed the boundaries of what was being shot.  Back then, there was none of the stuff that was popular today, none of the taboo acts that seem common.  Back then, none of the women in the business would have dared to do the stuff she did...

Bukkakes...  Piss Shows...  A shoot at a regular, non-professional GloryHole...  Extreme BDSM shoots...  It was more than the money that made her do such acts.  Anna Lee loved what she did.  Loved doing what she did to the point of physically taking pleasure from it all, emotions and pleasure that was so clear, so evident on film.  There was never any faking with her.  She was a pioneer, a legend in the industry.  The kind of legend still, after so many years, whispered and talked about.  Where had Anna Lee gone to?  Why, in the prime of her career, did she vanish from the industry she helped to forge?

At the height of her career, Anna turned it all down, with a child on the way.  She quit the industry, married a man who had no idea who she was, and began to live the quiet, decent life in suburbia.

But after so many years, the urge to go back, back to the life she loved, is still strong.  Can she resist it?  Can she resist the pull of the life she loved, while living the boring, soul-draining life of a wife and mother in the middle of the suburbs?

Character Pairings:  Male x Female.  Female x Female.

Perfect For:  Daughter's boyfriend.  The Boy Next Door.  Aspiring Porn Actor who Tracks Her Down.
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Megan Baldwin
Survivor



On the surface, Megan is quiet and reserved.  She may appear shy, a tad innocent and introverted.  Gentle and meek at first glance.  A woman who works hard in her studies and dead-end job.

But she wasn't always like that.  There was once a time when she was bubbly, a happy, cheerful and bright young woman.  A woman who seemed to take risks, and live her life to the fullest extent.

I'm looking to portray her as a rape victim, one who struggles with what happened, and what her mind and body like, in a sexual sense.  Though there is that large part of her that is undeniably attracted and pulled to BDSM, a part of her wanting it, wanting to explore it, it's hard to come to terms with that after what had happened in her past, with an ex-boyfriend who just wouldn't take no for an answer, an ex-boyfriend that had inflicted his own warped and twisted views of what BDSM was to him upon her.

With this, I'm looking for a capable writer to take on the role of a Dominant character, one that isn't focused on the sexual aspects of it, one looking to explore the deep and emotional levels of such a relationship.

Major Inspiration (NSFW)


Character Pairings Seeking:  Male X Female.  Open to Female X Female, or Trans Male X Female.

Perfect For:  Emotional exploration.
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Oscar Valdez
Wisecracker Assassin

Though he might come across as a bit of a slobbish asshole who has no problem cracking jokes about you to your face, there lays a whole other side to Oscar Valdez that would make an ordinary person stay up at night.

He was born to a single mother, who died in childbirth.  His father was gone long before his mother found out she was pregnant.  It was a rough upbringing for the young man, growing up in orphanages and bouncing around between foster homes.  A child lost in the great, nasty machine of the system.  It was that rough childhood which helped to forge him and put him on a different path in life.

With a rough upbringing with little stability, it was easy for him to fall into a rougher crowd, finding a sense of family he never had in his life.  There was only a matter of time before he became more and more embraced and entangled in the life of crime.  Before long, he was a low-level enforcer for the Garcetti Crime Family, moving up and up the blood-slicked rungs of the criminal career ladder to become a dependable and reliable hitman.

When the Garcetti Family found itself embroiled in a civil war, rather than take sides, Oscar got out of the family, and started focusing on his own business, doing freelance wet work for the highest bidder.  In time, he began to take on government contracts, doing Uncle Sam's dirty work "all in the name of freedom and all that jazz."

Character Pairings:  Male X Female.  Male X Male.  Male X Trans.

Perfect For:  Covert missions.  Spy Hijinks. 
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