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Re: Shadowpetal's Characters
« Reply #151 on: January 29, 2018, 03:45:41 pm »
 Stefano Maderna


~♥♥♥ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Ivoire Stefano Macellaro | 22 | CEO of the Paradise Resort and Spa▬▬▬▬▬▬▬♥♥♥~

~Powers~
Manipulate the sun/light
Gets sick when he hasn't been in the sun for a few hours
Can control the weather
Can sense pain and ease it but not his own

He sank into the chair with a sigh of exhaustion. It had been a long day. His slender fingers came up to press onto the bridge of his nose, pinching the narrow cartilage in a frustrated and tired manner. If it hadn't been for the sudden shut down of the water pipe down the road that shut down their water system, or the main chief calling out sick with, go figure, food poisoning, or the fact that his occupancy numbers had been going down this season his day might night have been as stressful as it was however, the day couldn't have gone worse.

"What will you have?" The bartender's question had him lifting his tired green eyes up to the man, "Scotch on rocks." He took out a random bill, not checking how much it was before sliding it across the counter and giving it to the man. The barman took it and return swiftly with his drink. His terrible day had made him seek out this hole in the wall club. Some places were he could drink in peace and not be bothered by his famous status. The place was convenient near the downtown district but not populated with the people that mattered. 

He took a sip before running his fingers through his brown hair, trying to keep it in its somewhat comb back gelled state. He might look worn out but he was still a handsome man. His sharp features drew in many eyes to him, all of the lingering around his chiseled features and full hair before traveling down his body. It helped that he was still in his sharp business suit that always made a man look better. Due to his overabundance of wealth and a prestigious job as the CEO of the Paradise Resort and Spa he had to look fashionable and stylish. His Giorgio Armani suit added to his presence as he sat there and drank his scotch.

((This is what his suit looks like!
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Re: Shadowpetal's Characters
« Reply #152 on: February 26, 2018, 09:52:42 pm »

~♥♥♥ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Caelen Faya Varvick | 24 | Ishian Species (rare with discrepencies between desirable or not)▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ♥♥♥~
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He glowered into his clear drink, frustrated and annoyed with his boss. The man was infuriating and cruel yet what could he do. He was his boss, he was Kovach after all. He couldn't go against the man; he had tried once and it had ended up in him being unable to move for a good week. Plus the man had scheduled him to work for the worst customers. He gripped his drink, slugging it back in one gulp. He grimaced as the alcohol burned its way down. He just was so unbelievably frustrated and tired of the man stealing his hard earned wages. Did he not understand that he needed that money? That his rent was due again this week. That he was already three months late.

He let out a sigh as he looked up from his glass into the tiny dirty mirror. His mouth had gotten him in trouble earlier that evening but Kovach was smart enough to not mark his face. It, after all, was the money maker, the thing that drew in the customers. However, the cruel man had taught Caelen not to question about his stolen wages. The light purple bruises stained his skin near his bicep where they had forcefully dragged him away and shoved him against the wall. Unluckily for them both his elbow had hit the concrete wall and broken the skin, leaving Caelen with an ugly broken scab directly on his elbow. He let out a growl as he stared down at it, "Who the hell would want to watch him dance now?" Not one of their patrons wanted to see damaged goods prancing around on the stage. He huffed out in even more frustration his hands cupping up to brush his long dark lavender hair out from his face. He had enough trouble as it is trying to find work in this club considering his race he didn't needed to have the other man making it even harder. The worse part was if he didn't make quota for the night he'd be even more damaged for tomorrow. It was like a never-ending cycle.

"Caelen!" The loud whispered hiss had him perk up and look over his shoulder at Margo, a pastel pink female with pale blonde hair. Her vibrant pink eyes urgently took in Caelen as she reached out for him, "Come on! Someone just came in and they want someone special!" She winked at him giving him a smile. She pulled him out of his chair all the while Caelen shook his head, "Margo you know that Kovach doesn't like you giving me clients. He wants you to give them to the favorable ones." At this she let out an exaggerated huff as she tugged him up the stairs, "They're all busy right now. Besides I can't leave the clients unattended. Come on, you need the money. You haven't worked all night. What are you going to do when Kovach realizes you didn't make quota again?" She looked at him concerned and he pressed his lips together all too aware of what would happen.

"Fine, where are they? Do they look like they'd be picky?" He asked as he pulled the curtain away from the opened door way to look out onto the clubs floor. They were on the bottom floor giving Caelen not a good angle but he still took in the busy environment before him.

"There, in the back." A pink finger come over his shoulder guiding him to the back of the club where two men sat. His eyes widened as he recognized the two men and immediately pulled the curtain closed as he glared at Margo.

"I can't dance for them! Are you kidding!" He snapped at her flabbergasted that she would do this to him. He understood she was trying to look out for him, however, "You know I'll be beaten to mere flesh if I dance for VIPs. You know Kovah doesn't like me taking from the other higher yearning patrons!" Margo reached out and grabbed Caelen's shoulders steadying him as she insisted, "You know I will be beaten if I just leave them sitting there without entertainment. Please, Caelen! Everyone is busy and no one can break free fast enough to get to them. Please! This isn't just you on the line here but me as well." His plump lips pressed together again as he stared at his friend, the only friend he had here in this place. Margo was right. He needed the job to get his quota for the night but Margo also needed to assign someone to the VIPs. They really both were on the line here if this went wrong. He only hoped that these men enjoyed him.

"Help me get ready then."

In about five minutes he was dressed and had made his way to the two men. In front of him, Margo had already greeted the two VIPs and introduced him by his stage name, Exotic. His name stemmed from his unusual race, rare and unpredictable. Margo turned away giving Caelen a wink as she left him to it. With a deep breath, he stepped onto the mini stage. His brilliant blue eyes glanced down at the two men before him, giving them a small pleasant smile before he looked away.

He grabbed the metal pole and swung himself around it, letting his hips swing to the beat of the music. He angled his body so that it would give the men perfect teasing angles. He was wearing an oversized meshed shirt, that was more of dress that stopped right below his butt cheek. As he moved it flipped up revealing his scantily cladded body before it fell once more over his body.

He climbed the pole, hooking his leg around the cool metal before arching his body backwards his hands touching the floor. His shirt come forward as expected revealing his barely clothed body. He wore what could only be considered a bondage-themed outfit. Black leather belts wrapped around his body connected by silver metal rings until the came together around his hips where they formed a thong that covered his member perfectly. He moved a hand pulling the shirt down over his head until he was completely free of it and threw it over the edge of the stage. It left Caelen completely in his themed suit that left nothing to the imagination and revealed his unique body. His pale skin stood out from the stark leather making it only more obvious the organic irredescent lines that swirled around his body. It was unqiue to his kind. He pushed his body against the pull, flexing his back muscles until he was doing a handstand against the metal. His legs pointed to the ceiling, his body on reveal for the other two men. His legs came forward to touch the ground as he came to all fours, his head flipped to get his lavender hair all onto one side. With a look full of lust and desire he locked eyes with the pale haired male before him. With practice and determination to earn as much money as he could from these rich men he seductively crawled forward to the edge of the stage.

"Hello." He gave them a lewd smile as he sat down, his legs together on one side. He leaned back to swing his legs high in the air before separating them open. It gave them a nice view of his front and partially of his back side. He paused for a moment for the men to enjoy it before lower his legs down and leaning forward onto his hands.

"What can I do for you tonight?" His eyes looked over at the red head.


((This is what his hair looks like
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« Reply #154 on: August 11, 2018, 08:43:15 am »
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« Reply #155 on: August 11, 2018, 02:08:06 pm »

Stefano Macellaro || 21 || Manager

The man was barely legal yet there he stood expecting, rather hoping to get a job. It wasn't like he needed one, perhaps that was why he was so naive about his job hunting expectations. He didn't think much that his age should warrant any concern for the senior positions that he was applying for. He was just as good as anybody. In his opinion, if not better. Yet, it has been six months in his recent search that yielded absolutely nothing back. No interviews, no callbacks, nothing. It frustrated him to no end that he wasn't getting anywhere. He understood the reason however.

In his applications, he didn't use his real name but rather an allias. His name was associated with power and money, and using it would definitely get him any job he wanted. He didn't want to do it that way. He wanted to be able to gravel and climb his way to the top. He had many unpleasant experiences of him being used just because of his background. His family owned several big corporations in town and even more so overseas. He was big money and old money too. Despite it all he refused to keep his head in the clouds. It only filled his head with fog and blocked him from seeing the fake people around him. He'd left his family when he was only 18 years old. Moving out and as far away as possible so that he could actually live like a normal person. He supposed it wasn't really normal, he knew if he did really fail in the world he'd always have a cushioned, warm, home to go back to. Still, he wanted nothing more to be average, to work for something he loved and to be good at it. He wanted to become a professional manager. He absolutely loved bossing people around and was quite good at, so what better way to do that than being a manager.

Currently, he was at a label release party. Something that was important to the music industry as other competitors could see what each other were doing, plus potential investors. Stefano hadn't been invited but just because he had given up his name didn't mean he couldn't use his many connections. It wasn't that hard to get in really. Just a slip of the hand, a bride of box hockey tickets, and he was leaning against the rail observing the crowd below him. He was on the second floor where it was less crowded.

He had tried numerous times to get himself into other's conversations, slip people his cards but they all gave him this strange look as if to say what the hell kid. There were only a few that took his card and pocketed and he hoped they didn't throw it away later that night. He needed the job. He had bills to pay.





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« Reply #156 on: September 18, 2018, 06:09:18 pm »



Sawyer Bergdorf | 25 | CEO

A menacing frustrated growl left the handsome man's lips as he brought up his hand to shield his eyes from the bright world. Why was he awake? He couldn't fathom a reason. There wasn't any good reason. He should be back in his bed, sleeping off the wild night he had before but there he sat in his father's private car. The driver taking Sawyer to him as he'd been summoned. He hated when his father did this. It was always to rag on him and his lifestyle, that it was time for him to grow, time for him to stop the childish shenanigans and become a proper man of society. Arg, like he'd do any of that. Like he'd listen to a man that was so despicable.

His brow furrowed together in a severe manner as he clenched his eyes shut, hoping the blinding sun wouldn't pierce through his eyelids like it did. It was unsuccessful.

"Emanuel, take me home." He grunted out to the driver, an older Spanish man that only peered at him from the rear view mirror before letting out a chuckle.

"I am sorry, sir. Your father has called you. It is important this time."

Behind closed eyelids he rolled his eyes as he slummed away from the car window, stressing all his weight on to the seat belt as he waved his hand, "Yah, yah. He always says that." Geez, these sunglasses aren't doing anything.

"Sir, its different this time. He needs - " But Sawyer cut him off swiftly, "Save it. I don't want to hear it. Not from you and especially not from him."

The driver pursed his lips and focused on the road. It was quiet for the rest of the drive and soon they arrived at Sawyer's father's estate.

"Sir, we are here." Emanuel announced before he parked the car, swiftly got out and made his way around to Sawyer's side and opened the door for him. It took Sawyer a minute to crawl out of the black Lexus, his entire body aching as he stepped into the warm light of day. He was greeted by his father's secretary who ushered him all too eagerly into the house. The man seemed a little off, slightly jumpy and anxious but Sawyer didn't pay much attention to him. He was too concerned with the overwhelming bile that was licking at the back of his throat, the bitter taste threatening to spill out of him as he was lead through the house to his father's study.

When he entered the room he found a strange scene. His father was in his desk chair, slumped rather as a pristine white coat was taking off a blood pressure cuff. The two looked grim. His father looked exhausted and even worse than he felt.

Mildly curious, he asked, "What's going on?"

His questioned was waved off by his father before the stern man gave an eye to the doctor who quickly ran out of the room without a word. This left Sawyer frowning unhappy with the little visit he had just interrupted. What was that all about? He wouldn't get an answer until later, for now his father wanted to talk about the usual. When would he settle down, become content with life and stop the childish antics. His morning was wasted on his father's concerns which he could careless about. He held a lot of resentment to the man, things that can't be changed just like his blood tie can't be changed.

When his father finally released him, he was able to go home and get ready for his work. Despite his very successful and large company that his father owned, Sawyer had his own company he had to guide to success. Well they were quite successful already, but he wanted more. Always ambitious even with a hangover.

Dressed in a Armani business suit, Sawyer was out the door with swagger that no one would have thought only hours before he was partying hard. He arrived soon at his own business, striding in late as ever, a usual event for him. His policy was at least he showed up, at least he was there and he knew while he was there he was going to give his 110% effort.
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« Reply #157 on: September 30, 2018, 10:53:22 pm »

Sloan Macellaro | 21 | Human of Earth

The wonderful planet of Earth was just awakening at the early morning hours of 6am. Birds were ruffling up at the brisk wind that chilled the planet, coffee machines brewed while the sun began to radiate. The soft purple and orange lights peeked out from the horizon, helping light the sleeping world. Unfortunately, Sloan had been awake since 3am that morning to receive a series of make up, hair, and wardrobe stylizing. As a model he should be used to being awake and operating at such abnormal times but he was exhausted.

To get to set he had to fly at even an more bizarre time table with a delayed flight which only allotted him a few spare hours of sleep before he was meant to model in front of the sunrise. Of course the photographer that he was working with didn’t understand the bags under his eyes nor the consistent effort Sloan had to put in to not daze right off to sleep. Except, he did, making the photograph yell him off set. The man telling him to get coffee and wake up before Sloan dared to get back in front of the camera. He would have been mad or even slightly frightened that his job was in jeopority because of his sleep deprivation but he just took the warm coffee that one of the assistants gave him and sank into the comfortable seat.

The soothe, warm coffee worked slowly to wake him up. What he really needed was just a few more hours of sleep but coffee would have to do. If he didn’t work this job then he wouldn’t have money to pay his rent and then he’d lose his apartment. It wasn’t like he was a world famous model. He wished.

As he tried to find the energy to finish the shoot, someone interrupted his peace. It was a shy delivery woman carrying flowers. In another country, the woman didn’t speak English but she did place the beautiful roses and daises on the table next to his chair before waving at him and leaving. Curious he got up took a closer look at the flowers wondering who they were from. There was a small silver card tuck in between the roses.

~~~

The sacrifice was now silent from her erupt death but her body bleed onto the onyx marble. Her blood pooling around her being and looking like a black lake. Reflections of the candlelight flickered on the horrible act. Oddly enough, as the chanting died down into an eerie hum, that ebony blood separated. Dark red lined the outer edges of the puddle, while the center was lucid but not reflecting the candlelight anymore.

The evil King smirked at the scene before him, expecting this. His sorceresses continued their work despite the rude banging on the doors. The shouts from Wren had his shoulders tensing in annoyance. Soon enough he would be rid of that impudent King. He let out his breathe, just a few more minutes and he’d be God King.

~~~

Wanting to know who had sent him such a beautiful arrangement of florals, he reached in between the petals and plucked the silver card from its holder. He wasn’t careful enough and one of the roses thorns nicked him. He jerked his hand free, dropped the card as he glanced at his finger as the spark of pain made him realize what happened.

Turning the pad of his finger up he saw the punctured wound. It wasn’t serious, very minor but it was already bleeding. A single blood drop ran over the side of his finger and fell off the tip of his finger. Frowning he bent down to look at the drop of blood on the floor. He would need to clean this up before he left. Reaching with a clean finger he meant to swipe the blood up and wash his hands but as soon as he touched the droplet, the world seemed to pulsate. His body froze while his heart fluttered. What was going on?

He glanced at his finger, finding it dipping into the drop. What the hell! He tried to pull away but he couldn’t. Soon he was engulfed into darkness. The sensation of wet washed over him as he fell through the dark. It felt like forever but it was only a mere few seconds before he came flying through the separated blood puddle and splattered onto the onyx marble.

The evil King stepped back form the human surprised. He was not expecting a creature to come through the portal. He was expecting the world’s most beautiful gems to come through after all. The Godstones had to be gorgeous right? But that, came through instead.

Confused he snapped at his sorceresses, “What is this? This was supposed to bring me the Godstone! Where is the Godstone?” The evil King was not above murdering out right people that pissed him off and so the sorceresses trembled at the man’s questions. They had no idea what went wrong.

All the while Sloan brought himself up on his hands and knees splattering out the water that had gotten into his mouth as he looked around, confused, himself too. He realized he was not in the makeup room anymore taking a break but somewhere entirely different but…

His eyes fell on the dead woman and he screamed. Scrambling away his eyes looking at the stubbering fools and a man that looked about ready to eat him. “She is dead.” He whispered as if they didn’t know. The Evil King looked at the sacrifice unphased at the man’s response to the dead woman before looking back at him. “Yes. And you were supposed to be a GodStone.” The evil King’s eyes narrowed as he stepped around the woman and approached the man. Sloan stepped back from the other but it didn’t stop the King. “Who are you? Where is the Godstone?

Sloan glanced at the woman impaled by multiple swords before looking at the menacing man. Did he do that to her? He glanced at the pooling blood and felt himself shiver, realizing he was wet. How had he gotten here? As the King continued to approach him his eyes snapped back to him and he shook his head, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He shook his head completely confused about what the man was seeking. He had no idea what a Godstone was or where he was supposed to find it.

This answer seemed to piss of the other man and he lunged out for Sloan, but Sloan tripped backwards in his fright at the sudden movement. Quickly before the man could come after him again he scrambled up and took off running. He had no idea where he was going just that he escaped. Maybe if he ran long enough he’d appeared back at the set and he could just finish his photoshoot. Taking twists and turns he got completely lost in the onyx castle. He didn’t see anyone as he ran meaning he was still in the lower areas, away from everyone else. However he did run straight into a dead end.

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« Reply #158 on: November 06, 2018, 02:52:00 pm »



Sawyer Vitorri | 21 | CEO of V group

"Mr. Vitorri, our cosmetic products are made from high quality ingredients along with skin enriching vitamins. This will have customers' skin radiating when they take it off--"

The Asian woman spoke in a thick English accent through the screen at the two men. One was the CEO of V group while the other was the man's secretary. The CEO nodded, paying more than enough attention to the woman. She was beautiful with caramel brown hair, big eyes and fair skin. He couldn't see her figure but his imagination did well to match a slim figure to her face. Sawyer was trying to concentrate on her, but it was late, about 8 pm and the office had closed at 5pm. However the client before him was in Korea and there it was only 10am. The contract between them would allow them to use the enriched cosmetics to be sold in V group's stores. This would expand the cosmetic department and bring in international sales. It was definitely an important contract which he had to seal.

But those plump lips forming the lazy English language had him imagining her wrapping those beautiful lips around his continuing hardening cock. He could imagine someone skilled enough to speak different languages would have an experienced way to suck him right off until he was climax right inside her mouth...

He cleared his throat as that uncomfortable heat began to build, straining against his silk blank slacks. Soon the conference call was over and he closed the laptop before letting out a huge sigh, "Man, she was gorgeous! Why can't woman like that walk around here?" He pondered out loud as he handed the laptop to his secretary and standing up.

His best friend beside him he eyed for a moment before rolling his eyes, "You probably don't even appreciate the beauty that was before us." Seriously, how can someone be interested in men? He didn't understand. He raked his fingers through his blonde hair and shook his head.

"If I can only find someone like her to go on date with. I'd be the happiest man," He paused to chuckle mischievously, "I'd be the most satisfied man too." His fantasy of the woman he'd just seen was that she was great in bed. He gave his friend a wink as he went to his desk and sat down. It was clear that he was horny, obvious by the way his groin bulged between his legs. He didn't bother re-positioning himself or hiding it as it was only his secretary around. The man was his best friend and both men. He didn't have shame at being hard.

"Arg, why is it so hard to find a woman interested in me when I am CEO at 21! 21! That should be a selling point." He huffed as he leaned back in his chair, "If I was dating someone I could get this taken care of right now. I wouldn't have to just ignore it or worse." he made a face. The idea of jerking himself off not something he enjoyed when someone else could do it so much better.
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