It's Raining Men! (Fantasy OCs for MxM pairings with prompts!)

[Star Revenant]

Hello and welcome! I’m looking for a couple of new partners and roleplays and hoping to play some new characters I haven’t gotten much, if any, of a chance to use. In the spoiler, I have included their profiles and a small prompt underneath. All of these prompts are rough, open to setting changes and in no way, shape or form the only thing I want to do with these characters; they are simply ideas to get the juices flowing, and I would happily love to discuss other potential ideas.

For more information on me or my style of writing, my O/Os is a good place to start. I’m happy to answer any inquiries, questions or comments through PM. Thanks for taking the time to read through!

The Dark Prince of Lust

Name:
“Crowned” Dark Prince Morgan “Juniper” Asmodeus of Lust

Nickname/s:
Juniper, June

Gender:
Male

Sexuality/ Position:
Homosexual/ switch

Species:
Lust Demon

Height:
5’5”

Weight:
129-134

Age:
260

Hair:
Short, bouncy curls, in silver.

Eyes:
Cherry red with flecks of icy blue if one gets close enough to look

Build:
Stout and curvy

Skin:
Midnight purple with golden flecks

Other features:
Born with a crown of horns; has two sets, one set curling down and around the sides of his head and the others set above, shorter and standing straight and out, both colored beautiful ebony. Cloven hooves with tufts of curly silver fur, that end midway up his calves, and a little tail at the base of his spine covered in thin fur that has a quickly thinning trail that leads up his spine.

Likes:
The heat, the hotter the better, sex, drugs and vices, and those that reek of such things, being wanted, soft things, his butler, spicy food, music

Dislikes:
His royal responsibilities, the cold, his real name and the people that use it against him, movies

Abilities:
Innate attraction (the lesser will someone possesses, the more likely they are to feel drawn, regardless of sexuality, gender or type; those with a stronger will are more likely to resist his charms), exchanges (has some ‘wish’ granting abilities for a price, A.K.A deals), avoiding responsibilities, immunity to fire and heat

Weaknesses:
Severe cold, holy verses, holy water and crosses, only spoken or used by someone sanctioned by the Church can cause him severe pain (otherwise it just makes him uncomfortable and probably pissed), glyphs that are properly drawn and his true name, which can be used to control him and make the speaker immune to his ‘charms’

Backstory:
Juniper never wanted to be the Dark Prince, in fact, he had thought he was farthest from the spot, hardly even an actual candidate. A lesser Duke, he enjoyed the perks of royalty without any of the real burdens of ruling, which left him to revel in all kinds of sin. Sex, drugs, deals, he enjoyed it all and used his charms that left people remembering him even long after he was gone, whether they wanted to or not.

When the former Dark Prince of Lust died, his final decree was that Morgan Asmodeus would take his spot, making him the immediate head of their whole level of Hell. Because of pesky – and outdated, if Juniper was to say – rules, Juniper’s entire life changed, the once distant castle becoming his prison, the other members of royalty, his enemies and his workload, tenfold. He hated every minute of it.

No idea how to actually rule, he does everything he can to avoid his responsibilities, trying his hardest to return back to his former life of fun and revelry.

Prompt: Open; demons, summoning, servitude, royalty, possible non-con; I love dark and gritty, don’t get me wrong, but I think this mini prompt has a lot of potential for a fun, more light-hearted story even.

There was little ado when Juniper was called in, but neither did he look very excited to be there, bowing rather lazily to the other Dark Prince’s as he passed. “Brothers,” he greeted, though it was more formality then out of any real pleasantries. Only a few actually acknowledged him as he found his way to his spot at the Crooked Table, sitting down. The others continued, as if Juniper’s late coming hadn’t interrupted at all.

“You’re late… I thought that was my job.” The Dark Prince of Sloth’s grin was just as lazy and uncaring as the rest of him, teasing in his quiet, slow sort of draw. Even listening to him was boring…

“Don’t worry; as far as I’m concerned, you can run both kingdoms,” Juniper mumbled, his little tail thumping against the back of chair as it wiggled in agitation. These meetings were very nearly at the top of his list of miserable things, behind stubborn virgins, virtuous souls and oh yes… the whole damn situation.

Well nothing he could do now but sit and wait for the whole tedious meeting to be over…

…At least until he felt that strange pull in the center of his very being, familiar even if it always felt as foreign as the first time. A Summoning… Someone had his name! He tried to resist, but it just made the pain start, making him give in quickly as flames suddenly consumed him up, ripping him from his spot at the Crooked Table. The painted glyph at his cloven feet was the first thing he made out as the flames sizzled away, grimacing as he turned to look around his new surroundings.

“Morgan Asmodeus…” The Summoner called out to him, making him cringe a little at just the sound of his true name.

Juniper had wanted an escape from that wretched meeting, but this was certainly not what he had in mind…

Monster House

Name:
Monster

Nickname/s:
Edgar, Matthew/Matt, Jonah, Lily, Cassandra, et cetera.

Gender:
Non-binary/gender fluid (depends on what form it decides to take)

Sexuality/ Position:
Asexual/Switch

Species:
Unknown (Doesn’t remember)

Height:
???

Weight:
???

Age:
???

Hair:
???

Eyes:
???

Build:
???

Skin:
???

Other features:
Takes the different forms (and personalities) of the victims that it has absorbed, but has no form itself, an invisible entity.

Likes:
Eating, playing, various hobbies that its victims used to enjoy, such as writing, hunting, gardening, et cetera.

Dislikes:
Animals, too much salt, multiple people in one room

Abilities:
Can take the form and personalities of only the people that it has absorbed as well as access their memories, strong illusion magic, invisibility

Weaknesses:
Animals can sense it and act as warning bells in its presence, illusions are strong but only work for one person at a time. Can’t step past the stones that surround the home, due to a moonlit rune in the upstairs guest room, also limited to how much and when it can absorb (Full moon nights is when it can fully absorb someone, but typically it’s a slow steady process until then, chipping away at someone’s life force and energy until they’re too tired to fight.)

Backstory:
It does not remember how it came to be, or what It even is. There was hunger first… When it thinks back, that was the first thing that it can truly remember. Hunger… It had been a long time since hunger was the only thing it knew, learning through its victims, how to act and charm, what drew someone in and scared others away.

There once was a time when it had been free to hunt, to take and absorb, to duplicate and terrify with reckless abandon, but now all it had known for so long is this house, Its prison. Hunting is a longer, more tedious process, almost more satisfying despite that the reward has to last longer than it used to; prey has to be tempted in… usually.

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Prompt: Open; Ghostly entities, spooky things, possible non-con;  Be prepared for a handsy invisible thing that wants to eat all characters up and probably scare them along the way to weaken their will.

Matthew’s computer skills made the hunt seemingly easier, but It had yet to actually draw in a new victim. A few potentials they had researched, but none took the bait, no more than the first level of inquiry. It was just about to start again, search for another when it felt something at the stones… The very house seemed to shift with the presence of something living arriving.

“Hello?” The curious voice called out as they entered, but It did not respond, watching instead, observing… Had they been expecting someone? They didn’t call again, perhaps it was just habit… It had not had time to research this new one, but… It was too hungry to question…

It was time to start the game, first by learning… It summoned a small illusion, a dead little pest around the corner, just to see the reaction to something so small yet so unseemly…

The Screaming Pixie

Name:[/b]
Aster

Nickname/s:
Ash, (Ass by those that *really know him*)

Gender:
Male

Sexuality/ Position:
Panromantic/Switch

Species:
“Screaming” or Death Pixie (Half Banshee, half Pixie, all Fairy)

Height:
In Pixie form: 8 inches/ In Human form (glamor): 6’5”

Weight:
0.6-1.0 lb/ 178-183 lbs

Age:
He’s been around

Hair/Facial Hair:
Silvery white, straight, kept long, usually in intricate braids, or decorated with small pieces of jewelry/ No to that, likes a clean face

Eyes:
As a pixie, his eyes are large, angular and the pupil, iris and sclera are blended together into a deep dark red, with a tiny bright spot that can be seen in different angles in the light. Disguised in his favorite human form, his eyes become more proportionate to his face, the sclera becomes white and his irises take on the same deep dark red color as his pixie form. Often glows in the dark or dim in either form.

Build:
Tiny and slim/ Tall and lean

Skin:
Naturally periwinkle but can glamor different skin tones if necessary. Typically takes a darker skin tone, natural tans if trying to pass for human

Other features:
Often marked with indigo paint. Wings are like a dragonflies, except slightly wider to accommodate his larger size with a flourish of ridges along the bottom edges; has a rainbow membrane in the light, even in the dim. Tips of his ears are naturally long and pointed but can change those features if he wants.

Likes:
Flowers, bright colors, shinies, playing pranks, animals, death, Singing

Dislikes:
Quiet, Salt (it’s not deadly, but it easily overpowers his senses), rain (only if he’s caught in it), not having his way

Abilities:
Glamor, magic with plants and animals, Death magic (seeing visions, or projecting visions on others), Wailing

Weaknesses:
Not good with controlling sound pitch, a real four leaf clover will ruin his glamor’s, weak healing (only a bit faster than say, a humans), too much sun, can’t fly with wet wings

Backstory:
Pixies are not well known for being accepting of other species of fey, including when the brood is partly pixie. Aster and the rest of his siblings were all shunned for being half banshee, so they stayed with each other and kept themselves company. For a long time they lived behind a witch’s house, in a tree in the backyard that was full of bird houses that they fit perfectly inside; they never wanted for food and life was good.

The witch eventually died though and didn’t pass on the message she was sharing her land, since soon after her house and eventually their family tree was destroyed, and the siblings just barely escaped. Now they’re all separate, trying to find a new home and trying to stay alive long enough to tell the others. With the few that never made it back, Aster is determined to find a safe place for him and siblings, and hopefully a new guardian for them.

Prompt: Open; Adventure, new home, possible capture, mini form, death/visions of death, mayhem and in general Fae things; Aster’s meeting with his possible new house mate could be much friendlier, but I’m a sucker for a bit of trouble.

The smell of musty books attracted curious Aster, entering through the open window to explore the little library. Of course, the books were bigger than him in this form, but that didn’t stop the death pixie from pulling a large hardcover off the shelf. It was too heavy though, making him drop it before it dragged him down too, thumping on the ground. He gave a frustrated little squeak, buzzing down so he could inspect it properly, landing on the cover to twirl along the shiny lettering engraved into the soft leather. How pretty… Was there more shiny inside?

Using his wings and some elbow grease, he managed to pull the cover open, but it was just white and black inside, like the witch’s books. He gave a thoughtful sort of squeak, wondering if his siblings would like a place like this, letting the cover fall closed again. He turned to inspect more of the room, only to find he had been spotted. Before he could fly away though, Aster was swatted out of his take-off by a broom, back down to the ground, bending his delicate wings and making him screech with pain. Before he could get himself up though, a hard echoey glass prison fell over the top of him, enclosing him.

He pushed over to beat on the thick material, spitting out sparkling black dust uselessly. He let out a wail, but the echoing only made his own ears ring, silencing himself just as quickly as he had started. “Oooh, you’re gonna regret that human,” he buzzed quietly to himself to minimize the echo, huffing as he flipped off his captor. He wasn’t like any regular pixie after all, his dust had more of a bite, and he’d be ready when he was released…

The Herbalist

Name:[/b]
Yiska Fatei

Nickname/s:
Yisa

Gender:
Male

Sexuality/ Position:
Panromantic/ switch

Species:
Troll (Half River, half Mountain)

Height:
7’4” (standing at full height)

Weight:
264-269 lbs.

Age:
102 (still young, for a troll)

Hair/Facial Hair:
Blue black, extremely straight, kept very long, usually hangs in his face; drags on the floor unless he pins it up/ None, can’t grow hair on his face besides his eyebrows

Eyes:
Very dark at first glance, but actually a very deep purple. Glows faintly in the dim

Build:
Long and thin, usually stands hunched over.

Skin:
Light blue grey, thick, etched with markings all over except on his face, palms of his hands, groin and the bottom of his feet.

Other features:
Has extra-long fingers, can grow a webbing between them in water that helps with swimming. His long tail starts thick and ends with a soft point like a lizard’s but has a similar texture as his skin, thick. His tail is also marked with etchings and grows fins in the water to help with movement. His horns are like a mountain goats, starting just above his temples and curving around the sides of his head, but he hasn’t used his to butthead with another troll in a long time; usually has them decorated with little trinkets and charms. Has a slight underbite for his bottom fangs, which are long enough they press out of his mouth and into his top lip at all times. Always has pointed ears that have a slightly ridged underside and gauged lobes, usually hidden by his hair.

Likes:
Botany and herbalism, reading, journaling, all animals, music, company, storms, prefers cool temperatures

Dislikes:
Aversion to bright light/ sunlight, very fearful of fire

Abilities:
Strength, as comfortable in the water as he is in caves, illusion magic, excellent sense of smell and hearing(vision is so-so, better in darkness), tough skin – hard to penetrate or cut, doesn’t have gills, but can hold his breath for long periods of time

Weaknesses:
Direct sunlight will turn him to stone, a bit slow moving usually, except in water, weak against magical attacks rather than physical, and also weak against flames and high heat

Backstory:
Typically a Troll of Yiska’s age would have found a mate and at least had a few children by now, but trolls are fewer and farther between nowadays. For whatever reason, he’s doesn’t seem apt to find one, content to just run his little botanical shop, and help strays through the city. When asked about his past, he will quickly brush by the subject.

Rather soft-spirited for his kind, Yiska tends to be bullied by most other trolls, but he has made several friends and acquaintances of other races, which he is always happy to help. Very little actually angers him, and he’s slow-tempered, but that doesn’t mean he won’t fight should the chance arise. He tends to be protective of his close friends.

Prompt: Open; Beast love (sort of?), Sweet and tender; Despite Yiska being pretty distinctly not human, I imagine he’d be a sweet sort of lover, more outside drama than internal stuff.

The tunnels were usually quiet at this time, which is why this was when Yiska often slept. This afternoon had been different though, the tunnels echoing even before the group had arrived, stirring him. The troll had had just enough time to pull on his long robe to greet them. “What is this?” he asked, deep voice catching their attention quickly.

“There was an accident, we have need of a healer!”

“What of your human healer?” Yiska turned away, tail swishing as he took long but slow steps over to one of his cabinets, beginning to gather his things. They seemed confused at first, puzzled until he showed them his bag of herbs, realizing. Always so cautious of him, despite never giving them a reason to be…

“Gone for the day.”

“I’m no healer, but I can try to help. Where?” he asked, catching the way they grimaced to each other.

“Here!” More people suddenly rushed in from the tunnels, and the smell of blood took prominence over the we,t musty smell Yiska liked so much. Good thing they had brought the wounded to him; he was admittedly slower out of the water.

“Out of the light so I can see.” They pulled the lanterns back quickly, his eyes adjusting easier in the dim…

The Vampire

Name:
Celeste Morgan Bellerose

Nickname/s:
Les, Angel (usually only by his Father)

Gender:
Male

Sexuality/ Position:
Doesn’t like to narrow himself or his options

Species:
Vampire (Turned)

Height:
6’2”

Weight:
166 lbs.

Age:
Looks around late 20s early 30s (probably closer to somewhere in his 90s or later, young but not undisciplined)

Hair/Facial Hair:
Golden blonde waves, kept long, usually in a loose braid/ Clean-shaven

Eyes:
Baby blue (Changes with his mood; golden is excitable or antsy, red is hungry or angry, will appear bloodshot and dark red/nearly black after directly feeding.)

Build:
Lean, muscular (looks a bit delicate at first glance)

Skin:
Fair/light

Other features:
Has a slight scar that crosses down over both his lips, just off to the left side of his mouth, and another on his back like a jagged backwards “L” adjacent and under his left shoulder blade; doesn’t remember how he got either.

Likes:
Reading and journaling, being neat and organized, birds (in particular ravens and his rescued pet, Storm), ‘hunting’, drawing, rare bloods

Dislikes:
Too much sun, most animals, most of his siblings, letting his hair down (both literally and metaphorically)

Abilities:
Excellent night vision and other increased senses, superhuman speed, strength and healing, illusion magic, telekinesis, and psychic abilities (triggered precognition, psychometry, telepathy though it’s easiest with other vampires, and healing), Allure

Weaknesses:
Automatically weakest during the day, and especially in direct sunlight (he won’t burst into flames, but it’s hot and he’s gonna whine), eyes are weak in bright light, gets headaches after long periods of time, he’s easily affected by blood ( i.e. sick or poisoned blood could kill him depending on how sick his victim is, et cetera, also different affects for different species)

Backstory:
The very first moment that Celeste could recall was waking up in his new life as a vampire. It’s not common knowledge, among his siblings or any outsiders of the family, but he can’t remember his life as a human before the change. It’s not unheard of, though it is a little uncommon to forget; according to Alcide’s telling of the traumatic circumstances of his almost-death, he feels lucky to have forgotten.

Though he’s not a Pureblood, from the moment that Alcide Bellerose brought Celeste into their family, the leader of one of the most powerful vampire families invited anybody to challenge his decision. One or two of his most jealous children tried, an attempt to keep their family ‘Pure’, but they were quickly shut down. Since then, Celeste has earned a rather comfortable place, with his Father’s ear, much to the chagrin of his siblings, though he has grown perfectly capable of defending himself.

No one can question his loyalty to the family, however; he worships the vampire that turned him and would follow Alcide to the death.

Prompt: Open; vampires/blood, family drama, amnesiac, possible violence; Secured by an overprotective father figure, Celeste is a little naïve to the ways of the world, though not entirely foolish to them. Could a chance outside of his family’s estate prove educational as well as fun?

The peace and quiet didn’t last… It never lasted when his sister’s arrived home in their gossiping flurry of clicking heels and perfume he was stunned they could tolerate to wear, it was so strong. “Oh, Lessy, I heard an interesting bit of gossip on you…” Sabina only revealed that kind of information when she was looking to get something, which instantly put Celeste on the defense.

His baby blue eyes barely flicked up from his book, turning the page with a nonchalant, “And what was that, Dear Sister?”

“Father is looking to send you away. I guess he is displeased with you.” She sounded so sure, but Celeste was sure she was just trying to get a rise out of him, any kind of reaction she could use. There was no way that could be true, no reason for Father to be angry. He liked to keep Celeste so close, it was suffocating…

“Odd. He usually takes his complaints directly to me,” Celeste said, closing his book to look up at her with the faintest smirk.

“Was this before or after he discovered your… correspondence with other households?”

The words should have meant nothing, but Celeste knew exactly what she was talking about. He had been writing to another distinguished family, they just happened to be… werewolves instead of vampires. It had been such a simple thing, a small request he had denied, but it seemed that his denial hadn’t been enough to save him. “You jest. He wouldn’t be angry about—”

“Go and see him for yourself.”

He did, strolling right past her and the other sisters that always seemed to flock around Sabina. Father was in his study, and sure enough, Celeste could feel the anger before he had even actually entered the room, knocking on the door first.

“You… should have told me of this…” Alcide spoke, slight accent leaking into his words as he looked up at one of his favorites with a grave disappointment. He was holding letters, not only the one’s Celeste had received that had been inside his writing desk, but more that looked like Alcide had received. “They’ve gone above either of our heads, I’m afraid your refusal is no longer enough when our King commands it. We are to make allies… and you are to be the one to go and do it… alone.”

Clearly Father hated the idea, but there was something exciting about the prospect of traveling… Celeste kept his excitement nonexistent until he was actually dismissed from the study. Finally, he couldn’t be told no. He had so many things to pack and prepare…

The Sky Captain

Name:
Captain Halwyn “Jack” Illis

Nickname/s:
Wyn, Wynnie, Captain Jack

Gender:
Male

Occupation:
Airship Captain/ Smuggler

Sexuality/ Position:
Pansexual/ Switch

Species:
Surface Drow

Height:
5’9”

Weight:
156-161

Age:
154

Hair/Facial Hair:
Formerly white; Pale gold, kept long and straight, usually in a ponytail while he’s working/ N/A

Eyes:
Lavender

Build:
Broad shouldered, muscular, on the lean side

Skin:
Formerly dark charcoal; Dark reddish-purple from sunlight

Other features:
Long pointed ears, same color as his skin, pierced four times on each side. Has tattoo sleeves in white ink, right arm represents day, left arm represents night.

Likes:
Sunlight (though it took some getting used to), dancing, music, the sky, adventure, his ship, Dawn Rising, or just Dawn for short

Dislikes:
Being underground, naysayers and doubters, rules

Abilities:
Dark vision (much weaker than most Drows but has better night vision than most diurnal creatures) speed, a bit stronger than he looks, knows two spells; one is a lightning blast and the other is a fireball.

Weaknesses:
Can still be stunned by sudden very bright light, but recovers quicker than most Drow, but slower than humans, also recovers less quickly from magic spells as they’re the “Big Booms”

Backstory:
Halwyn never fit in underground; he always felt trapped, by the tunnels, by the rules, by the hierarchy of Drow. So one day he told Lolth where to stick it and bid the other Drow’s adieu before making his way to the surface. Of course mostly blind, he didn’t make it very far before he was mugged. Without much for belongings and having a hard time seeing, he got lost before reaching the city, so it was just a stroke of luck that Captain Lottie happened to have a drop off outside of the city.

Amused, Lottie let him on her ship, and Wyn found his first real love, the sky, with its fresh open air and the gorgeous view (when his eyes finally adjusted). After so much begging, and some bribing, Captain Lottie took him on and began teaching him everything there was to know about her ship and her profession, smuggling. He spent the remainder of her life with her, and she left the ship to him when she was gone.

He continued her smuggling business, but when it became clear they were cracking down harder on the smugglers, he decided to make the ship a tour guide as a front. It also gives him the opportunity to talk about the city he loves so much, his real home that the other Drow’s could never offer him.

Prompt: Open; Adventure, Sky ships, travel, Drow; Setting is not specific, but would prefer to keep the ships in the sky. Makes for a wilder ride.

Halwyn couldn’t help grinning to himself, watching the city lights retreating as they left for the next town. It was just the start of the night, but with no moon, the dark was growing heavy quickly, even to the Drow. He watched until the lights were pulled out of the horizon and just a faint glow, finally turning away. *That had been a fun little vacation…*

“Capt’n.”

“All’s well?”

“All’s well.” His first mate gave a nod of his head, his affirmation enough that Wyn would have trusted his word to Hell. All was well… Perhaps it would make for a boring night…

The ship creaked quietly, the familiar sounds as if shifted and moved through the sky soothing, but there was a few things Halwyn had to do still before he could retreat to his quarters for the night, including check the cargo, and probably grab a bottle of wine... He dropped down into the hold, skipping the last few steps on the ladder as he pulled the lantern off the edge with him, using it to find the light switch. The hold lit up with a comfortable dim lighting, revealing a worktable that had their rough course charted out – should the weather hold – and several crates they were transporting to the next three cities on their way to the next pick up.

There was something else that was troubling though… Halwyn noticed immediately one of the crates had been opened, excess packing supplies inside spilled out. He followed the trail around the corner to find… a stowaway? They were doing a poor job of hiding from him, but clearly the Drow had surprised them. “Well well, I’d love to hear your explanation as to how you ended up on my ship,” Halwyn said, more surprised than angry. “How about over some wine?” He’d like to think they had a good reason, after all…