Masc Switches for M and others! + Character Sheets

[TJ]

Hi there! I'm new here and seeking romantic comedy slice of life RPs with some grit to them with most folks and occasionally darker, scary horror themes with others. I tend to gravitate toward modern realistic settings but modern fantasy is generally a pretty easy jump for me too (vampires n' werewolves n' stuff). I'm gay but open to playing with feminine and trans characters too, just please note that my partner criteria is the same for everybody! If you have any questions or inquiries please shoot me a PM. I'd like to keep this relatively streamlined for anybody perusing.

Thanks for checking me out! ♥

Characters

Lorne		Afshan		Ira		Dmitrii
x - x - x Male - 20s - Human Slice of life, comedy, romance		x - x - x Intersex - 30s - Human Slice of life, comedy, romance		x - x - x Male - 30s - Human Drama, conspiracy, espionage		x - x - x Male - 30s - Human BDSM, horror, kinky fluff
Pure sweet boy with a few factory defects. Lorne is a kid from the early aughts who got misdiagnosed with ADD. It wasn't what some would excuse as "normal boy behavior" that got him pegged with the illness but for a little while treatment turned the volume of problems down to a low roar. Later in adolescence that stopped being the case and after some stints in hospital he started experimenting with treatment himself. Inevitably this caused more issues but after much trial and error he found a combination of things that seemed to work for him better than the prescriptions he was getting. He's had a few third eye opening experiences, finally felt relief and accidentally caused himself to face some things even worse than his own body's chemistry could conjure. Nothing's been so bad to scare him off for good though, especially when the alternative is still so far off from perfect. He will from time to time dick around with complete sobriety but usually falls out of the self administered program due to sleeping problems. All that in mind, it makes sense why he thought turning something so pervasive in his life into a business was a good idea. Off and on he's tried to hold normal jobs after his mom nagged him enough but those are hard to hold onto when you wake up at noon, your shift started four hours ago and all three of your phones are blowing up with people wanting something from you. He still likes to keep up the appearance that he's trying to do something better for himself, just for his mom. Right now she thinks he's a delivery guy for Pizza Hut and she's "so proud." She's a really nice lady. Apart from the above mentioned lately he's been trying to get into tattooing—but please don't let him do yours. Love yourself. 🧁 Owns a white 2000 Toyota Corolla with an illegal tint and a DIY sun roof. Her name is Shitbox. She dies at will. 🍉 Uses Q-tips the way you're not supposed to. 🍟 Plethora of tattoos that turned out to be a poor decision. 🍄 Says that he lives in a studio apartment. Actually hiding a room behind a bookcase like a cartoon villain. 🍭 Has acquired and collected a suspicious number of phones. 🌮 Feeds fire escape beggar "Garfield" who is an orange tabby. Not a guy who climbs up the side of his building. Sweet jesus. 🍰 Unlockable features (none of them are good)! ➕ I play in a universe where Lorne kept the gap in his front teeth, got his septum and tongue pierced, and Taco Bell still sells potatoes.		Just a bro living in LA with his fanny pack. ✅ Slice of life        ✅ Size Play       ✅ Hookups        ✅ Food By and large Afshan is a pretty sweet guy! Oh, and a large guy in general. Fortunately for Afshan his demeanor is a little too mellow to give off the vibes that he's some big hulking monster despite his size. Aiding that is the fact that he's a little ditzy too—probably due to how many sports-related concussions he's had. Once upon a time he played in the NFL and was later a heavyweight professional fighter who punched peoples' lights out and/or strangled them unconscious for a living. Meaning he could potentially hurt somebody but he also probably won't. He's a big softie. Nowadays he likes cuddles and Netflix, hot yoga and otherwise feeding his continued preoccupation with fitness and diet. And pot. So. Normal meathead stuff. Technically he's retired. He fills a lot of his time with the newest food, exercise and fashion trends and is mercilessly victim to the placebo effect. Aside from that—maybe it's boredom, maybe it's curiosity, maybe it's Maybelline, but he's been dabbling in porn given his unique set of attributes. In that setting he's not particularly shy about himself and it's kinda fun being the beefy guy who just happens to have a pussy. It doesn't hurt that his stature alone tends to put most people off of razzing him about that shit in person. Not that most people get up to that sort of thing in West Hollywood—just, y'know, being a built like a brick shithouse that can twist most people into a pretzel before they even know what happened is somewhat of a deterrent. 🌴🌊🏄		Reanimated spy and connoisseur of nice things. Ira belongs to the government. Always has. Before he was born his life was planned out by parents who mostly enjoyed their own comfortable anonymity, yet mixed with those holding a great deal of influence on the world because they possessed it too. What they also had were high expectations for their son and they made sure to involve him in all the right things that would shine on a public resume—ultimately with hopes of him running for office as President of the United States. Odds looked promising until he sought to further fluff out his credentials with what were supposed to be four-to-eight years of uneventful military service. Instead, he died. You'd think this would mark the end of his story and so did he, however briefly that realization occurred to him, but it wasn't. Not with a government-owned corpse that was left relatively undamaged—save for a few punctures in just the wrong places. He was still suitable for a number of things beyond simply becoming the donor of someone else's new life saving organs. Namely, to be the first human that the Lazarus Project was practiced on. After recent guarded successes with the same procedure on other animals it felt like perfect timing to resurrect the operation initially conducted by Dr. Robert E. Cornish in the 1930s wherein artificial recirculation of the blood, anticoagulants and electrical shocks were found to bring dead creatures back to life. It was controversial then and no doubt would be when it was used again on Ira if it weren't such a well kept secret. Ira wasn't exactly his own person though, then or ever, and there was still a lot more that he could do for his country. Or rather, its puppeteers. An understandable lot of time afterward was spent testing, examining and otherwise poking and prodding Ira in a sterile, isolated environment, after which he was disallowed to return to his previous life. Instead it was suggested he begin anew, perhaps in the C.I.A.'s Clandestine Services—or the now-dubbed Directorate of Operations. In addition it came to light that he'd be required to change his name and other details about himself because of this, but it's safe to assume it's not going to consist of any of the above. Post-Illusory Warfare Training at Nag's Head, NC, he's well suited to the life of cloak and dagger, and for obvious reasons his more recent goings on get murkier from here. To civilians he could be anything—an engineer, pilot, bodyguard, policeman, personal assistant—but to the U.S. government he's just one of countless disposable black operatives.		Too soft, too sensitive,          too weird. That's some of the feedback Dmitrii heard growing up. The rest often centered around the food his parents sent him to school with, his height and controversial lack of compatible athletic aptitude, his nose or the ears that were exactly three times too big for his head or just his fucking face as a whole. So, fairly normal shit. Worsening matters was the fact that he always looked like he was ready to cry. As a student he exhibited the sort of learned perfectionism and academic talent of someone with a heightened fear of failure, which later served him well as a solid foundation when he sought out a profession in the medical field. Over a decade of study later and the sorting hat decided that he would be best suited as a forensic medical examiner. He could've told the hat that. His family wasn't thrilled to pieces. Despite the morbid nature of his job he has all the markings of a well adjusted, successful person. He's personable and kind in day to day interactions. Occasionally he's guilty of thinking he's funnier than he is when he comes out with a dark joke that crosses the line—but in the sort of way you'd imagine someone might if they had to hang around refrigerated people all day. What he's like outside of work is more of a mystery. He's known to be a horror movie buff and an insect enthusiast—the latter which is enough to keep most people from prying much deeper or asking to Netflix and chill sometime when his apartment is presumably crawling with multi legged creatures. Nothing that'd really raise alarm bells though.

Lucky x - x - x Male - 30s - Human Slice of life, comedy, romance, horror Actually...                              He's not really lucky. It's just one of those nicknames you get as a kid and it sticks—most likely having origins in some kind of Alanis Morissette Brand (Not Really) Irony. Childhood and adolescence were particularly unkind to Lucky so he does his best to roll with the punches of disappointing day to day adulthood expecting the worst and thus, remains mostly unfazed when his fears invariably come to fruition or fate goes ahead and proves, Oh no, it can get worse! He's in his 30s and still not a millionaire. Debt from a past life continues to plague his existence but he's inclined to believe that since he wears a tie to work every day he's a success! His parents who he is somewhat traumatized by tend to agree. Not the most impressive specimen of all, he was apparently birthed by a magical beanstalk or giraffe. It's a wonder how he dodged a nickname revolved around either of those. Indeed, Lucky's physique is what happens when a twink ages out of his short-lived aesthetically pleasing window and instead becomes the local neighborhood Slenderman. If Slenderman also had a lightly freckled and deceitfully youthful face. Lucky frequently spends weeknights eating room temperature food directly from the tin can in his crowning achievement—a sweet little brownstone rowhouse in Greenwich Village. Except the facade is falling off so now it's mostly just brick. He behaves and dresses like someone out of a '50s black and white talkie so it's no wonder he finds himself getting left swiped by the majority of the population, whiling time engaged in more winsome old man activities like listening to NPR and wondering how much the switch to cat food could save him on groceries or if he should take out a life insurance policy on himself and fake his own death.

[TJ]

Edit: Added a new boy and tagged each with themes I'm generally looking for on them.

[TJ]

New boy. c: