We are going to supply such toxic bullshit in just one roleplay.

Plot: Betrayal

Imagine serving 5 years...

Sloane Lisman

Appearance:

Sloane is striking in every way, her height her look, fuck, even the way she speaks. Striking in a good way, maybe not, but at the very least she is startling. She stands at quite the height of five foot eleven, making her a walking beacon, everyone notices her when she walks in the room. On top of her height she has a slender feminine build, with gentle soft curves and perfectly slim arms and legs. She has a very visually pleasing build.

Sloane has stunning thick hair that falls in loose smooth curls, ending at the small of her back. The color of her hair is a beautiful red color that naturally occurs to her, extremely dark and almost unnatural hued. The color could be defined as burgundy red, being darkest at her roots, nearly black, and lightest at her tips, where the most hue of red can be found. She has curtain bangs cut to just above her jawline, framing her features.

Speaking of, Sloane has very cat-like features. She has a sharp jawline with high cheekbones, her nose is naturally thin and defined. She has full lips that are evenly proportionate, the top being the tiniest bit thinner with a defined cupids bow. She has a light spray of freckles over her nose, defined collarbone, and shoulders, though they are hardly noticeable from far away. Her skin is smooth and lightly tanned. Her eyebrows are naturally thin and arched, their color falls in the same hue as near the roots of her hair, dark and ever so slightly red tinted. She has a scar at the top edge of her right eyebrow, though it isn’t extremely noticeable, just a small spot where a hair or two should have been.

Her eyes are the most cat-like feature on this tall woman, they are dark and mischievous, a deep dark brown hue, almost red, in some lights they are almost the same color as her hair, it is an odd feature that gives many people chills, that her eyes should resemble red like her hair. Some superstitious folk believe it to be a sign, that she is to be avoided. Her unnerving eyes are slanted, like a cats, with a bit of an almond shape to them. They are rimmed with full thick black lashes, the woman never needs mascara.

Tattoos:

Sloane has a tattoo down her spine. The top starts between her shoulder blades and the bottom is right above her lower back. The top of the tattoo is a evergreen tree that fades down her spine into words and numbers, her parents birthdays, and date of their death. The tattoo is completely in black.

Piercings:

Sloane has quite a few piercings. On her left ear she has three lobe piercings, one jewel stud, the other two different sized small hoops, the lowest hoop having a small silver monstera leaf hanging from it. Above that she has an industrial piercing with a small black dinosaur in the center. On her right ear she has matching lobe piercings, and then above that three cartilage stud piercings that descend in size. All her piercings are silver.

Personality:

Sloane is the definition of bitch. She doesn’t give a single flying fuck about anyone that isn’t herself. She isn’t what you would call vain, she just really doesn’t care about the people around her, nobody deserves her attention really, she has much better things to be doing with her time and energy. She does have a few close friends she has known since childhood, but other than that, there is no getting close and personal with this woman. All her relationships have failed, a man has never lasted longer than three months before giving up on the conundrum which is her. All of them curse her when they leave, yelling at her that she “Will regret this!” and that “One day someone you really like is going to come around and you aren’t going to know what to do!” They all spout nonsense like that as they leave, claiming she will regret her asshole attitude one day. That day has not come, and it never will.

Sloane has very little interest in a romantic relationship, the only reason why she dates is to have a bit of fun and fulfill any sexual desires she may have, other than that, the guys she dates aren’t even recognized as human beings, their just toys to be played with. Part of this mentality comes form her extreme bipolar issues. Her mood swings are tremendous, making her field of thought for others to be nearly nonexistent. What matters more to her is dealing with her own issues and herself. She finds emotional solitude helps to calm her mood swings, doing her own thing is soothing.

On top of her bipolar disorder and extreme asshole behavior, Sloane has major OCD issues. Her house is a constant tidy area, nothing is ever out of place. She loses her mind if she finds something not put away. Anytime she washes her hands, it isn’t just once, but usually three times. Her OCD issues have also led to a phobia of germs, that’s right, this mess of a woman is also a germaphobe. It’s not so extreme that she cannot function, but it is there, for sure. She even has an entire perfectly organized closet dedicated to disinfecting and cleaning supplies; she deep cleans her house once a week. This combination of mental issues and terrible attitude are always the cause of a failed relationship, platonic or romantic, this woman is nearly impossible to get to know.

Despite how fucked up this woman is, it is extremely hard to tell all the issues she has. To the public eye she is a stunning well put together woman who has her life on track to everything she wants to be, she is funny and loud, outgoing in an intimidating way, and even fun to hang out with. Even her few close friends do not know the extent of her mental problems, they think she just tends to be a bitch. This does not bother her though, she doesn’t mind that nobody but her therapist and her dead parents know about her real life, she actually prefers it that way. She doesn’t want others pitying her, she hates the thought of it, she doesn’t want others trying to help her, she is fine as she is and she has lived like this her entire adult life and much of her childhood, those idiots can’t help her more then she can herself. Due to this mentality, she is very reserved about her private at home life, very few people come over and she does not talk much about what she does in her spare time.

Her favorite hobby is playing the piano, she has played since she was five and took lessons until eighteen, she was very close with her teacher, but the woman died shortly after Sloane graduated, it took a toll on her, as after her parents had died when she was eight years old, the only regular thing in her life was her lessons with her teacher, her aunt and uncle had made sure to continue the lessons. Her bipolar disorder had been noticed from a very young age, but after her parents died it reared its ugly head full force, making her quite the troublesome child. After her teacher died she showed the tendencies of OCD and germaphobia, and since then the conditions only got worse. Though now, years later, she has learned to live with her mental disorders and overcome the fear they instilled in her, though she cannot beat them completely, she can still live her life mostly normally.

Other:

Name: Neziton( Retired Sona)

Age: He's originally 27 years old but I'll change it for this roleplay. (24)

Sexuality: He's more attracted to the knowledge and someone mindset.

Appearance: Hold up I'm trying to get his full body done))

Persona:

Even though there are flaws within Neziton and his own decisions, there are always good ones laying beneath the block of character and thickness. By saying this, Neziton might be the most trustworthy delusional crackhead you'll probably meet. Keeping to his word/promise and never seemingly being able to break it. Given a mile for someone, he'll take more than more- even if it goes against his moral rules, even if it goes against his God-given rules; when he makes a promise- he'll fulfill it until his dying breath. Making him more so dangerous than just a random brute with a mindset of a confused frog. Even though he's not the smartest, he'll surely be the most formidable person you'll ever meet.

Numerous undesirable messages can be said about Neziton, but the fact he's carnivorous and domineering can never go unsaid when speaking his name. Never mind the fact he's also unnatural, violent, and terrifying, but fortunately, they're balanced out slightly by being romantic as well. But focus on his as this is what he's disreputable for. There's a great deal of pain left on all sides because of this and his possessive nature, as sad as his weak grasp on reality as this may be, Neziton does have some glimmers of knowledge. He's honest and patient if nothing else, there's at least that to look for and appeal to.

But above all else know that he's charismatic and strong-minded. Of course, he's also resolute, compelling, and merciful, but they're in shorter accumulation, particularly considering they're mixed with being suspicious as well. His mystique though is what he's kind of appreciated for. Personalities regularly count on this and his romantic creation in times of need. Nobody's perfect of course and Neziton has plenty of coastal days too. His disruptive nature and complicated mind do cause plenty of interference and make things awkward, to say the least. Without his own cynosure, you might think he was another brainless nincompoop with strong arms and a small skull. Neziton is filled with bright things, he's just a little slow to bring out those colors- like everyone else there is always a story. Always a myth to tell about Neziton's strange story. Neziton at times isn't all just sarcasm and crazed. No, really he is quite serious. He knows when to quit being soft and narrow-minded. Neziton is considerably straightforward and unsharpened.

There's no real way out of Neziton's morbid, disorganized, but living illusions. He's sharing, of course. Which makes him stand out more than others, and his one-way conversations with others; responding to them with barely a sentence. Not to expect much from him, Neziton is naturally quiet; due to his run-on mouth of some bigger destiny for everyone, that and he's pretty sure he'll get slapped if he ever does a long inspirational speech again.

Usually, his blunt actions and snarky ripostes are taken out of context, his artless words can be seen as power-hungry, sinister, twisted, aiming to eliminate everyone who crosses him. Neziton isn't that guy. He's the type to stand before someone and watch their expression doubt him, he's the type of person to look destruction in the eye and smile; " Want to have a little chat" is what he's most known for, his talks and negotiation with others. Never once has Neziton truly gone madcap, yes he's a bit late and dumbstruck, and yes he talks to himself while scratching his ass but let's not confuse that as some sort of diabolical plan. When focused on women, Neziton wants what he knows he can't have. His flirty characteristics aren't usually in play when it comes to women; they seem more preoccupied with the plot at hand than some catfishing thin brute like himself. Not being too keen on starting a family just yet, Neziton would happily say yes to any woman that asks him to get married- I mean why not? What does he have to lose? His honor, his life? His good looks? Neziton isn't picky on women, as long as they understand his principles with an unsafe mindset. Being refused never comes easy to a male, Neziton makes no acceptance when rejected by women; he doesn't give up easily which may become pursuing probably if taken out of context.

Neziton is a quiet creep whose eyes are always open, even when sleeping. If you are lucky you'll catch him being a playful young man looking for someone to joke with, to cuddle with, other days you'll see that Neziton is waiting...but for what? When people ask, he'll give the same expressionless grin as though his plans are for himself- as though something different might happen. Neziton is no fool and being crazy proves he's a force to be reckoned with, the brute is strategic at heart. Of course, that also collides with his wonderful mind and reality. He understands people might think he has rabies to his ability to seem nice before snapping unexpectedly. Neziton is a weird one, one with a strong personality even he can't handle.

Some say be scary, others say be welcoming. Neziton says you have to the count of three to explain before I have you for dinner and regret it later. His lazy appearance is unquestionably handsome, remember his oddly shaped ears, well they usually come up in an argument and Neziton will not stand for the torment of his only issue with his appearance. Oh but he's a man, he doesn't care; men have feelings too! And even though Neziton is a man, he still feels hurt that someone- anyone might bring up his raggedy ears that were once torn by someone in his past. Never once did someone catch the little fuck, that little bastard is probably drop-dead attractive with good-looking ears. Anyways, outside the normal friend group; he is dependant and content. With little to say, and little to do he roams as though he's the king of it all. He's comforting and warm when met for the maybe tenth time? Neziton isn't very open, he's not used to much judgemental about his beliefs.

Don't think this is a sad story about a man who can't find love and has to die suddenly because he fell for an untrustworthy woman. Unless we're talking about another roleplay? Neziton life has been good, he doesn't count the sudden setback between his mind and his heart though, he's way too delusional to be thinking about that. He's content with his role in the world, " Crazy one". His main focus is to mainly pass on his delusions onto a younger much more handsome and willing young man. He always wanted to supervise a lad; shape him into a wild card. Like himself. His fatherly nature usually kicks in when it comes to children and expecting mothers- which is why he's softer and soothing around them, but around others, he's a rabies-infected asshole who snaps in and out of his own world. If needed, he'll even babysit- weird right? A scarred brute like Neziton playing with the young of another man, an unmarried mother's bastard juvenile being protected by a tallish, lean built( Kinda). A ghastly narrative to start with, but a noble one to go out with a thrill.

There's more???

Neziton isn't here to make friends, someone has already proved to him that friendship is some sick way to pretend to be some sad creepy loser. He doesn't need the stress nor the drama; he keeps to himself at all times and keeps his own thoughts to himself; which is why you might never hear him speak his mind- if he did he wouldn't be alive. Moreso, an amazing canine. He befriends those who deserve his time and makes sure to make himself seem not so crazy. He doesn't want to scare his new friends away. Yet.

( Edited the fuck out of this~)

TW: Mentions of God, losing a mother, overall triggering for the faint-hearted

The forest was tasteful, capacious, and primal. Its umbrella was ruled by sycamore, birch, and ash, and twinkling lights bursting through their crowns allowed for all sorts of saplings to flourish in the sloping and slanting ground below. Bundled creepers hung from the occasional tree, and a potpourri of blossoms, which grew dispersed and sparingly, added some color to the otherwise jade scenery. A disharmony of wild noises, which were caused by birds and insects, added life to the forest and were accompanied by the splashing of fish in a nearby lake.

If not for God's will to make him human, Neziton could be free. Instead, he stood before people who knew nothing of his persona. He stood before people who would rather throw someone innocent behind bars before having any sort of proof. The court was filled with people he didn't know; people who glared at him for his unrightful sins," In the case of J'dero, I find Neziton guilty of first-degree murder and sentenced to 5 years in prison", If anything could force a grown man to break down and plead for a second hearing, it was the sound of hearing his life thrown away," No! I didn't do anything! I swear you have to believe me! I can't go to prison please! Please!", As he turned around, he noticed his mom in the front row crying; her tears forced him to dash toward her and embrace her in his arms. It was the last time he'll ever get to hug his mother; who was battling her own demons. The officers tore them apart, as Neziton shook his head," You got the wrong person! I didn't do it! I'm innocent! Please!", His screams could be heard throughout the hall. And that day, Neziton became nothing more than content to bring in money, movies were made about him; his face was attacked on Twitter and his mother- well she finally gave up waiting on her poor Neziton and gave in to her demons. Missing her funeral and only hearing about her death a year later; broke what hope he had in himself. He would cry day and night, in the cold showers he could take himself, and even when the other prisoners would gang up on him and beat his ass; Neziton didn't care. Why would he? He's been sentenced to live like this for years. It was a dark and lonely cave he built with bricks. They promised him God's love in return, they promised the lord himself could make this lie come forth and be shined upon, the only thing shining wasn't the toilets but instead Neziton, himself. Keeping his promise to his mother after her death," I'll see this through, even in the darkest hours, even in the cruelest times..I'll be seeing you soon momma", A boy, nothing more than a young adult paying for the sins of another.

Five years later::::::

Being alive felt like an empty void. Nothing but a lifeless body beaten and bruised, nothing more than a soul laughed and poked at with an empty chest. Neziton felt as though his life was meant for nothing," Fresh air?", He lifted his head and stared at the empty space where the clouds would greet him, the day he went in they were grey and evil. Showing that of God's rage that he had to suffer for others to gain. Today, God showed no sign of emotions. Neziton allowed his tongue to rasp around his lips as he lowered his head in memory of his passed mother," I'm free momma, I'm grown though..your baby boy isn't a boy anymore", He forced a painful laughing smile as he chuckled a bit, before swallowing them. Someone who couldn't fandom the thought of losing their best friend, their savior, the one who gave him life; Neziton had to forget about her. He was more concerned about if anyone waited for him, like his best friend? Where was she?

He was given back all his things he was arrested in and looked through his phone, allowing himself to press on her profile; some may say it's online stalking but Neziton wanted to know if she was dating anyone or married, maybe having a baby? Anything could happen within 5 years, he blinked and decided to call her....

" Hello?", Hopefully, she remembered his voice.

( Smol)

The stabbing feeling of someone he had hoped to remember him wasn't picking up the phone quickly, Neziton had lived in fear of being forgotten, being left behind without a trace of his existence. It was as though a part of him left a sharp of regret, of doubt. He once thought he actually killed someone with his own bare hands, the scene was bloody; as he tried his best to stay calm, to stay civil when the cops arrived; shoving him to the ground as he demanded answers. He was a fool not to record, maybe some of those Twitter soldiers would be on his side; all he did that day was nothing. No social media post, not even a family greeting. And sure he was drunk that day and was a bit upset, but that's just being a human? That's wouldn't cause him to blackout and take someone's life, it wasn't enough for Neziton to break. He was a good man, with a good soul; just because he thinks differently doesn't mean he could have committed a crime. He was an overthinker, not a murderer. He wasn't some thug or animal. What would he gain from it? What would come of him? He found no pleasure in something so vile like that, while they locked him up they could have been searching for the real suspect.

The hope soon drained out as the phone seemed to be ringing forever, Neziton lowered it only to hear a voice," Nez? I never thought I would see the day when I heard your voice again.”, He laughed softly, his thoughts were just teasing him, she hasn't forgotten him; instead she was waiting for him. He wasn't outlandish to think she lived happily without him," Slo...I'm so happy you picked up, it has been a crazy 5 years hasn't it," He wanted his tone to sound animated, satirizing maybe even cheerful, but he allowed it to crack and tremble," Ahem...anyway, I'm heading out right now, want to meet up sometime? I have to pay respects to my mother...-", He paused," Did you go to the funeral? I...know my mother adored you", He lowered his eyes to a piece of paper and frowned, acknowledging the lack of freedom he'll have now. He kept the phone near his ear but allowed a free hand to open the cab door; luckily one of the lawyers he had to hire called him one; they required him to take massive therapy and keep annual checkups.

Going to a therapist is like seeking some type of comfort and acknowledgment from a stranger who doesn't share the same pain as you, and even if they did...how would they know how to smooth the aching jabs when they couldn't get over their past. Neziton found it pointless, another day wasted talking about so triggering so disgusting; why would they even allow someone to repeat such words. Reliving the same day over, Neziton would rather comfort himself, he didn't seek out others to share his pain with, he didn't need another shoulder to cry on nor the thought of someone else issues. He didn't need that type of therapist, he needed one who would tell him to man up and instead of reliving the past look to the future. The door seemed to not open as Neziton's hand clenched its handle, he wanted to open it; it needed to be opened. He was to begin his new life as someone who had to fight to survive.

Before all this, Neziton was an asshole, sure. He was someone who would stare at another and laugh. Telling people to go cry him a river and flip others off just for a laugh. Maybe that was his crime? Instead, he was sentenced to years of tormenting others and being such an asshole, he wish he could take it all back- but then he wouldn't be Neziton. He had to be a bully, people these days are walking around like idiots, celebrating idiots' things and allowing themselves to embarrass not only themselves but spread that diseased shit onto him. He had to allow himself to turn into a bully, if not all those people who were tormented by his laughs and lectures would be crawling on all fours in some fetish kinky catsuit, and that includes men. It was disgusting, it was revolting to think such a good generation became so soft, so sensitive to criticism; Neziton has his own opinions, and of course, he supports everyone, but there's a line that can never be crossed with him.

He's rambling, he noticed the driver waving at him," Get in dude! I got places to go," Neziton gulped and switched the phone to his other ear so he could have a better grip onto the car handle and finally opened it.

Waiting on an answer from Slo...