“A villain must be a thing of power, handled with delicacy and grace. She must be wicked enough to excite our aversion, strong enough to arouse our fear, and human enough to awaken some transient gleam of sympathy.” - Repplier, Agnes Ｍａｄａｍ Ｒｅｄ Ｒｏｌｅｐｌａｙ Ｂｌｏｇ
[♥] Independent RP blog, multiship, and multiverse. [♦] +14 Years roleplay experience. [♠] NSFW, violence, gore, and romance friendly. [♣] Paragraph to novella lengths preferred. [♚] Demonic main!verse characterization (human available upon request).
Hello dahlings. I play a demon version of Madam Red, and I am seeking a few more playmates for my muse. I am multiship, long-term, independent, and typically a multi-paragraph blog. I’m also extremely friendly and approachable— so don’t be shy!
I would be tickled pink(red!?) if I could find some good roleplayers for Vincent, William, and Grell. I would also enjoy roleplaying with any Rachel or Lizzy muses that come along as well. I enjoy healthy doses of action, smut, and plot, and would be open to Alternative Universe plots.
So, if you’re interested? Please do send me an ask~
Hello dahlings. I play a demon version of Madam Red, and I am seeking a few more playmates for my muse. I am multiship, long-term, independent, and typically a multi-paragraph blog. I’m also extremely friendly and approachable– so don’t be shy!
I would be tickled pink(red!?) if I could find some good roleplayers for Vincent, William, and Grell. I would also enjoy roleplaying with any Rachel or Lizzy muses that come along as well. I enjoy healthy doses of action, smut, and plot, and would be open to Alternative Universe plots.
So, if you’re interested? Please do send me an ask~
Fire. A brilliant scarlet flame that flickered deviously in the night air and became fuel to the putrid smell of blood and death. There were smears of red along the walls and floors, adding highlights to the flickering shadows from the fire. The stench of burning flesh could be caught on the wind for miles, all of it curling around the London Bridge where a simple murder had gone terribly wrong. So very wrong.
It had been intended for just the father to die, and for the mother and her children to survive. The robber to get away with his money and for that to be that. But it hadn’t ended like that at all. The woman was cheating on her husband with the robber himself, all of it a set up to remove the husband. The robber was his best friend. A poetic justice could not be left alone to continue. Only the children survived.
Angelina stood along the parapet of the nearest building to the bridge, hair blowing lightly into the wind as she watched the suffering, the burning– souls didn’t survive in that level of intensity as their bodies were reduced to ashes. It was a level of fire that was the arcane demon's speciality and the reaper that had been intended to collect and protect them? Grell? Well. He had been delayed from the collection by his previous mission– that last death hadn’t occurred where it had been scheduled. His delay was minutes enough to allow the demon to corrupt the next one perfectly. She didn’t even feast on the souls. She destroyed them.
(OOC: Feel free to join in, timeline is loosely anywhere from 1950’s to early 2000)
