A Roleplay Blog, dedicated to Original World Lore, as authored and penned by Aryze, she/her, twenty-eight. Dark, Mature themes potentially lay ahead, you have have been warned. This Blog presents, Lucius Arthorius Castus, the child destined to rob the life of a Dragon—and subcumb to the Beast’s Prison. Documentation lies within this blog; actual google documents will not be provided. This blog functions with very low-activity, as well as being selective, private, and independent. Originally Est. 2011.
As formerly stated, Lucius suffers from the effects of Carcer Draconis. A curse, the result of a failure, because you cannot enforce enlightenment, and enlightenment is the key to Myrddinian Magics. While this affliction caused the birth of a shadow, this shadow lives as two very distinct personalities.
For the sake of simplicity—The relationship between Lucius and the curse is similar to Lilith and the Serpent. While under the creature’s influence, she has no clear thought of consciousness, missing the sense of just and unjust. She’s often violent. Sadistic. Outright cruel, like the very intentions of a Dragon. There is herself, then there is the Dragon. (Eve and Lilith, etc.) When Lucius loses control, she has the lack of restraint. She cannot control her murderous impulses or greedy nature that came with the pact. While she is not entirely coherent in this state, she has the idea set in her mind, she’s killed many–even the innocent. Though, she is not always violent, nor cruel.
Mostly, Lucius holds a high apathy for most things, cracking her statements with sarcasm. While not suffering the effects of being enraged, she does possess a selfish, possessive nature to a degree but she doesn’t enforce the behavior. Unless she really wants to. Lucius hides the fact she’s cursed, to the point that it is buried deep into her soul. Each slip, she loses more of what’s left of herself. In the end, the demise of her soul will await for it has been violated by a Magus’ foolish actions.
“I had given up hope on life for so long, seeking only the greatest of beauties. And nothing quite matched the beauty of death. But it was not the dying I was attached to, it was that feeling of oneness I had; that closeness to god, source, everything… In the moments I was closest to death I was the sun that set over the savannah, the wind that blew through the valleys, the rushing waters of the cascades, and the leaves of the trees of the forest. I was the celestial bodies in clouds of stars, and the emptiness of space. I was everything and nothing, one and all, and that experienced filled the empty void in my heart.
But what I missed out on all along is that I was shown this feeling for a reason. This feeling is something we should’ve had from the start. It’s this chaotic, disharmonic time we’ve been born into that has taught us it’s natural to feel so disconnected not just from the planet, but the people around us. Only in the deepest and most profound of my relationships had I ever felt the same completion I did when I was dying. And that’s because everyone I’m close too, I’m connected too. Not just I, but we should all feel close to one another. I was a fool to think the feeling of closeness was only something I could find in death. I now know I’ve found.
So, I’m officially ready to live. I refuse to die until I feel as close to others as I have with many of you. And, when I lay on my deathbed and can look a stranger in the eye, and know that humanity is changing, I can die with a smile on my face, knowing I succeeded."
“But can you truly understand life, without death? Think about it. The act of living is a labor. Right now your body is working, without relent, to sustain your life. The evidence is in breath. Life is imperfect because it’s something we work at. It’s prone to human error because it is an act. Death is imminent because it’s perfect. Death always happens efficiently. No matter how hard we work at living, we die. The act itself is flawless. I guess it’s best understood from a dying person’s perspective To say in the least, the closer we are to death, the closer we are to our spirit. That’s the miracle of the dying process. Nothing seems… Solid, I guess. It’s all very fluid. Colors are more vibrant, sounds are more acute. The idea of death… The reality of it… It’s horrifying. Because it’s human nature to live. To oppose death. But the actuality behind death itself… This is going to sound weird, but, it’s beautiful. When I was at the gate of death, I knew no darkness. The lights did not go out. There was nothing /but/ light. And that light, brought this euphoric feeling. Right. This much is understood by you and I. I suppose what I’m trying to say is… Dying is the key. It’s the key to magic I have so long wished for.
Those who look in the face of god, never return because they die. But the act of dying consciously is the closest we can be to god in the waking world. I guess what I’m trying to say is… Death needs to be accepted. When death becomes an actuality, a feeling that we remind ourselves of… Life blossoms. When we reject death, we reject life. When we forget we will die, we think ourselves immortal. You and I both know if one of us was shot in the head, we would die, yes. But how many times a day do you think about how no matter how hard you try, you will eventually meet your end? I’ve grown to accept that one day, there will be a world without me. That I will perish. That there’s no avoiding it.”
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inclinations / habits.
is submissive | is dominant | prefers to top | prefers to bottom | likes to switch | identifies as heterosexual | identifies as homosexual | identifies as bisexual | identifies as pansexual | identifies as demi-sexual | identifies as asexual | enjoys sex with men | enjoys sex with women | enjoys sex with non-binary people | enjoys sex with multiple people at one time | initiates | waits for partner to initiate | spits | swallows | prefers sex in the morning | prefers sex at night | prefers sex any time | no sex drive | low sex drive | average sex drive | high sex drive | hypersexual
body / appearance.
small build | medium build | athletic build | muscular build | soft build | curvy build | voluptuous build | wears boxers | wears lingerie | goes ‘commando’ | shaves/waxes | doesn’t shave/wax | cup size a-c | cup size d-f | 1-5" in length | 6-9" in length | 10" or over in length | ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
sounds.
is silent / makes little to no sounds | is very quiet | is very loud | grows in volume over time | bites hand / partner / pillow to muffle themselves | calls out partner’s name | curses | fakes/exaggerates | prefers a quiet partner | prefers a loud partner | is turned on by dirty talk | is turned off by dirty talk
turn-ons / kinks.
having their hands pinned | pinning their partner’s hands | having their hair pulled | pulling their partner’s hair | being watched (by their partner) | being watched (by a third party) | watching their partner | receiving oral | giving oral | calling their partner ‘daddy’ | being called ‘daddy’ | giving praise | receiving praise | biting / marking | being bitten / marked | spanking | being spanked | teasing | being teased | having toys used on them | using toys on their partner | giving anal | receiving anal | choking | being choked | dirty talk | being tied up | tying their partner up | being worshipped | worshipping their partner | humiliating | being humiliated | degrading | being degraded | knife play | blood play | being pegged | pegging | fingering their partner | being fingered | intercrural sex
places.
in a bedroom | in a shower / bath | in a pool/ocean | in a kitchen | in a bathroom (home) | in a bathroom (public) | in a car | in a tent | in an alleyway | in a field / forest | at school | in an empty / abandoned building | in a library | on a rooftop / terrace | in a dressing room | in an elevator | in a parking lot | at a museum | at a cemetery | at a beach | in a closet | at a hospital | in a garden
