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001. Please call me Mori, I am 21 + She/her and my time zone is GMT!002. Please only interact with if you are 18+003. NSFW is allowed but please ask first and clearly tag004. Plotting is preferred in cases where I am not familiar with the my writing partner’s muse but also happy to go with the flow, more than willing to write au and crossovers005. The best way to get started, drop me a message, may not be an instant reply due to real life and time zones but I will get back to you. I love memes, one of the best ways to get things going006. Shipping is allowed if I can see a connection007. Writing is a hobby not a job, so I am not fussed about how long it takes the other person to reply, if it’s more than a few days and is out of character for the said person I may send a message but that is about it008. Requests are open and feel free to send memes009. Bullying, harassment and discrimination of any kind will NOT be tolerated010. 1x1’s only, this blog will focus on shorter interactions in length, will likely be linking any previous replies unless I get onto the laptop first, muse and frequency of replies will fluctuate.

DO's

Do Communicate Let me know if you're interested in a plot or if you need time to reply. Open communication is essential for a smooth and enjoyable experience.Do Respect Boundaries Respect the boundaries of both the characters and the players involved. Let’s make sure everyone feels comfortable, both in-character and out-of-character.Do Be Patient Life happens, and we all get busy. Be patient with responses, and I'll make sure to do the same. We’re in this for the long haul!Do Keep Things Fun We’re here to enjoy ourselves, so let's keep the tone light and the creativity flowing. Roleplaying should be fun and stress-free!

DON'T's

Don’t Godmod Please don’t control my character or make decisions for them. Let’s keep our characters autonomous and respect each other’s agency.Don’t Be Rushed or Push for Speed Everyone has their own pace. Don’t rush me for replies, and I won’t rush you. Let’s make sure we're both enjoying the flow of the story without feeling pressured.Don’t Ignore Boundaries Please don’t push any topics or themes that I’ve made clear I’m uncomfortable with. If something’s off-limits, respect that!Don’t Engage in OOC Drama I’m here for fun, creativity, and storytelling, not drama. Let’s keep personal conflicts out of the roleplay space and address issues privately if they arise.Don’t Power-Play or Metagame Let the characters experience the story without knowing things they shouldn’t. No using out-of-character knowledge to influence in-character decisions!Don’t Spam or Pressure for Replies I understand the excitement of roleplaying, but please don’t send multiple messages or pressure for quick responses. A single polite nudge is enough if you’ve been waiting a while.Don’t Be Disrespectful to Others Please don’t be rude, dismissive, or inconsiderate to anyone, whether in or out of character. Everyone deserves a safe, welcoming space to roleplay.

  NAME    Maxwell Orion Philips  NICKNAME/ALIAS    Max, Maxey  AGE    48 (but turned ten years ago so looks 38)  DATE OF BIRTH    24th May  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Male, he/him  ORIENTATION    Bi-curious  SPECIES   Vampire  POSITIVE TRAITS   
Intelligent
Charismatic
Open minded
Ambitious  NEGATIVE TRAITS   
Manipulative
Arrogant
Sadistic
Deceptive  MBTI    ENTJ-A  HEIGHT    1.79 m  HAIR    Brown short hair  EYES    Brown eyes

  PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION   He has a lean but athletic build, with a slightly broader chest and shoulders. His face is angular, with high cheekbones and a defined jawline that gives him a rugged yet refined look. He has dark brown eyes that are often warm and expressive, paired with thick, dark eyebrows. His hair, typically worn short, is a rich brown, with a bit of a natural wave to it. He often sports a light stubble or a well-groomed beard, adding to his rough charm. His skin is fair with a touch of warmth, and his smile is one of his signature features—genuine and often accompanied by a playful or mischievous glint in his eye.  FACE CLAIM    Pedro Pascal  PARENTS   
- Henry Phillips
- Rebecca Phillips  SIBLINGS   
- Benjamin and Theodore  SIGNIFICANT OTHER   
- N/A  OTHERS   
- Gabriel Hayes (best friend)
- other
- other  OCCUPATION    Business Manager  LANGUAGES    EnglishMax was born in the suburbs of New York, the middle child of three brothers. His mother left when he was only two, and with his father constantly working his way up at a growing car dealership, Max and his brothers were left largely to their own devices. Their home was one of constant fighting, making it difficult to focus on school, but despite the chaos, Max achieved above-average grades. He was charismatic, popular, and had a habit of breaking hearts, struggling with commitment even from a young age. Tragedy struck when his father, in an ill-fated attempt to secure wealth, tried to marry a woman of means, only to discover too late that she was a black widow in the most literal sense. She killed him and fed his remains to her pet piranhas. Max and his brothers were left to fend for themselves. One brother eventually moved to the UK, seeking a fresh start, while the other met a violent end in an unauthorized fight.He was dissatisfied with the monotony of fast-food work, pursued a business degree and soon found himself in the world of international trade. His natural charisma and sharp instincts propelled him up the ranks of an exporting goods company, earning him a reputation that extended beyond national borders. His success caught the eye of someone far more powerful, someone who saw potential in him, not just as a businessman, but as something more. His sire, a shrewd and enigmatic figure, shared Max’s talent for business but had a far more personal approach to control. One evening, after a late-night meeting in his office, he turned Max, granting him immortality and a new hunger for power. Max embraced his vampiric existence wholeheartedly, following his sire’s command to amass wealth and influence by any means necessary.As the years passed, Max expanded his reach, taking on high-level business management roles, and carefully selecting and turning those he could use to build his empire. His ambitions nearly came to an end when an enemy came close to destroying him, driving a stake dangerously near his heart. But Max, ever resourceful, managed to get to a doctor who extracted the wooden splinters, allowing him to survive and continue his rise. Eventually, he discovered the identity of the woman who had killed his father, he slept with her and then fed her to the fish. For now, he seeks more candidates and new experiences.

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  Gabriel Hayes    —  @devorantescorda-2
Main , BFF  Sima Morningstar   —  @fiirstnephalem
Main , Simmering Sima  Q    —  @cardigansandearlgrey
Main , Cardigan Man

  Maria Bloomsco   —  @tealeavesandthorns
Main , My Tasty Treat  Wendy    —  @brokenthimbles
Main , Wendy Bird  Eloa    —  @inmentemusae
Main , My angel

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  UNDERWORLD   Max was once human, but his life was shattered when Lycans slaughtered his family. In the wake of this tragedy, he and his two brothers were turned into vampires, not out of mercy, but necessity. The Eastern Coven needed strong warriors, and the brothers were seen as valuable assets. While his siblings embraced their new existence with ruthless fervour, Max took a different path. Strength was useful, but power, true power, lay in knowledge, strategy, and influence. Rather than taking to the battlefield, he positioned himself in the shadows, whispering in the ears of those who shaped the coven’s future.Max serves as the Eastern Coven’s advisor, a role that places him at the heart of political intrigue. Unlike his brothers, who enforce the coven’s will through bloodshed, Max wields power through negotiation, manipulation, and carefully cultivated relationships. Over the years, he has built an extensive network of contacts, securing ties with crime lords, information brokers, and other supernatural figures. This makes him indispensable, not only as a strategist but as a diplomat who ensures the coven’s continued dominance in the ever-shifting underworld.Personal History & Motivations• Lingering Guilt: Though he was often at odds with his parents, their deaths left him with unresolved anger and regret. He keeps his old graduation certificate as a quiet reminder of the life he lost.• Pursuit of Influence: Max does not regret his transformation but sees strength in intellect rather than brute force. He seeks power through knowledge, influence, and long-term strategy.• Questioning Loyalty: While deeply loyal to the Eastern Coven, he sometimes wonders if seeking knowledge from other covens could make him stronger. He is careful with these thoughts, knowing that open curiosity could be seen as a betrayal.Hidden Agendas & Greater AmbitionsMax operates with subtlety, quietly gathering intelligence and forging alliances outside the coven’s immediate sphere. Some whisper that his past may hold ties to an influential family or an ancient order within the supernatural underworld, suggesting that his transformation was not random, but part of a larger, hidden design.

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  ONCE UPON A TIME   Fairytale origin has some basis from The Dead Man’s Wedding, a Greek FolktaleMax up in a village on the outskirts of the Enchanted Forest, always looking beyond and wishing to learn more. He charmed his way and had many lovers as he grew, his family decided to move away to a wealthier area but he remained for her, Julia. For him ever since he laid eyes on her and they had become the best of friends, she was the one. It was during a village dance that their love story began, this love only blossomed and they would be wed under the stars a year later. However, this fairytale love story would not last forever. After fleeing his village in the Enchanted Forest, Max was found seemingly dead outside its borders. When he returned, he was different. His body bore the wounds of death, yet he still walked, still spoke. But his heart no longer beat, and an unfamiliar hunger gnawed at him from within. At first, he resisted. He avoided the village, hiding in the shadows of the forest, hoping the hunger would pass. It didn’t. It only grew stronger. Desperate, he gave in, taking his first victim, a lone traveller lost on the road. The hunger quieted, if only for a time. Soon he learned to enjoy the hunt and revelled in his new self. Control slipped away faster than he expected. He wasn’t just feeding; he was changing them. The first was an accident, a man who didn’t die as he should have, who rose again with the same hunger. Then another. And another. Max had created something beyond himself, something he couldn’t undo. But there was one line he swore never to cross. Julia, his wife.She was the light that tethered him to the man he used to be. He kept his distance, watching her from the shadows, never revealing what he had become. But the village was growing suspicious. The disappearances. The bodies drained of blood. Julia, ever the healer, had begun tending to the victims. She was too close, too involved. The night he came for her wasn’t a choice. She was trying to save one of his victims, pressing her hands to the wound, whispering reassurances. Max knew it was too late for them, but not for her. He took her before the village could. Before they could realize what he was. Before they could burn her alongside the creatures he had made. He tried to keep her human, tried to earn her trust, to make her see that he was still the man she loved. But the hunger inside him didn’t care. Eventually, it won. Julia became like him, not by accident, but by necessity.Then, the Dark Curse came. In an instant, their past was gone. In Storybrooke Max was human again, or so it seemed. He had wealth, success, and purpose. The Crimson Care Blood Center, part of the larger Crimson Partnership, was his life’s work, a foundation dedicated to medical advancements, scholarships, and supporting those in need. Julia, a nurse, stood beside him. They lived in a grand estate, their existence marked by philanthropy and prestige. Yet something was missing. No meal, no drink, no luxury ever truly satisfied him. And sometimes, in the dead of night, he would wake with the taste of something metallic on his tongue. Something familiar. Something wrong. The hunger was still there. Buried and forgotten.

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