the process of claiming something back or of reasserting a right, such as:
a: reformation, rehabilitation
b: restoration to use : recovery
"There are few who are so lucky as to retire at your age, and you'll admit, you had to jump through many hoops and silence many bad men to claim as such. But it would all be worth it for the future you had planned out for yourself; for them. Your precious child. Your light in this filthy world.
But now they're gone.
And you wonder why you even bothered."
Play as a retired hitman, whose moniker is still whispered throughout the criminal underworld, trying to adapt to the mundane civilian life of North American Suburbia in the mundane city of Haven Lake, Minnesota. A civilian life they had planned to share with their one and only child- now gone from this world.
Between serving tables and trying to find a hobby, their life in Haven Lake is, without a doubt, peaceful. Ordinary. Monotonous. Boring. They wonder if they will ever be any of these things, or is something like them just not meant to roam amongst the sheep.
And then one day they discover that Haven Lake has worked very hard on its white picket fence veneer, and that the things that go bump in the night are much, much closer than they thought.
This is a 18+ modern fantasy romance story that will include; graphic violence, mercenary killing, grief, child death, violence against children, discrimination based on wealth, race and personal identity, and sex and sexual themes.
You are playing a(n ex-) professional killer, with a set of behaviours that range from morally grey to immoral, depending on your own set of beliefs. Whilst you can customise your character in looks, personality, gender, sex and sexuality, this mentality is semi-set and has the potential to either improve or worsen based on your own choices.
Please read and play with discretion, but remember that this story, above all, is about love. I hope you enjoy.
Demo (WIP)
Brighid/BrogƔn Conroy (F/M)
Your boss, owner of the Blue Moon, an Irish pub-diner, is a six-foot-five tower of a person with a penetrating resting bitch face. Gruff, irritable and yet protective all the same, B prefers to run their establishment in peace and keep to themselves- and is willing to stand their ground for it.
B is a middle-aged White Irish person with thick dark brown hair that falls past their shoulders, streaked with silver at the temples and usually tied back to keep out of their face. They seem to be in their late forties, though the presence of persistent frown lines and old acne scars across their lightly tanned skin ages them further. Their intense, forest green eyes alongside their scowl make them an intimidating presence, let alone their strong, powerful build. Broad in the chest and generously padded in the middle, with the muscles to match, most clothes end up ill-fitted, though they seem to care little. B tends to wear simple, hard wearing clothes like jeans, trainers, t-shirts, and simple solid colours.
Both Brighid and BrogƔn are visibly hairy though BrogƔn keeps a beard that reaches his collarbone.
Cecylia/Cezary/Celestyn KrĆ³l (F/M/NB)
A mysterious nighttime regular at the Blue Moon bar, C is both an enigmatic and solitary customer, but talk with them long enough and you'll soon be treated to their particular brand of gallow's humour as well as their little patience with fools. It's a mystery why they continue to suffer them every night.
C is a young White Polish-American with ghostly pale skin and a slender, bony build that is only barely balanced out by their tall five-eleven height. C, however, despite their apparent underweight, is a classic beauty, with a sharp, triangular jaw and even sharper cheekbones. Contrary to their angular appearance, they have aloof piercing blue eyes, downturned and soft, and pretty, rounded lips. C keeps their light brown hair buzzed down to the skull for convenience, and their tapered ears and thick left brow are dotted with jet black piercings. They usually wear various shade of black and grey, but they always wear something that covers their neck.
C is mute and communicates mainly through ASL and, if necessary, text-to-speech.
Herminia/Helio Rhodes (F/M)
The newest part timer to join the day-shift, H is an exuberant, positive and larger-than-life person, freshly graduated and back home to help care for their little sister and figure out what they're going to do with themselves. They are happy to be the centre of attention, but find just as much joy pulling others into the spotlight with them, too.
H is a young Hispanic American adult with a broad, cheeky grin that easily softens their square jaw and slightly crooked hooked nose and lights up their wide hazel brown eyes. They stand at an even five-foot-eight with a triangular athlete's figure, chiseled with muscle, and their olive skin is deeply tanned by years under the sun - evidenced by the tan-lines between neck, chest, armpit and hip line. H keeps their curly red-brown hair short and charmingly tousled, usually swept back off their forehead with a thin plastic headband. H loves to wear bright, colourful sportswear that exposes skin and is easy to exercise and move in.
Helio and Herminia are both transgender, and Helio keeps a curly stubble chin curtain beard with a matching upper lip moustache growing in whilst Herminia is clean shaven.
Olabisi/Olajide/Ola Adeoye (F/M/NB)
A local librarian from a small but old downtown public library, O still somehow has the energy and time to be friendly and optimistic despite the rigours of public service. Curious, hard-working, and a little lonely so far from home, O is always happy to help and teach others even at the cost of their own free time.
O is a young Black Nigerian with a soft, round face framed by elegant thin black locs that reach their shoulder blades, embellished with silver cuffs. Outside of work, they prefer to leave their hair down. Otherwise, they like to twist it up into easy to manage styles. They have cool, dark brown skin and even darker, almost-black brown eyes with bright yellow, almost golden rings around their pupils. Standing at five ten, O has an elegant, plump, and curvacious figure with long limbs and pretty hands. They keep themselves well-groomed with shapely brows and gently styled baby hairs across their hairline. At work, they wear smart but still comfortable clothes and are fond of ruffles and low collar shirts. Outside of work, they enjoy loose, elegant styles with patterns and artful stitching in various rich colours. They usually favour a thick cardigan or jumper too.
O is shortsighted and wears frameless oval glasses with silver effect arms. Olajide keeps a trimmed, short, full goatee whilst Ola maintains a neat anchor goatee.
Majid/Marzieh/Mehr Ahmadi (Unknown)
A mysterious, unseen hand of the Ahmadi family that seems to have a finger in every pot in the city. You see the name M. Ahmadi at the top of nearly every donation list, at the bottom of many contracts and, most importantly, as a permanent fixture on the city council. You wonder if you will ever catch a glimpse of this supposed pillar of Haven Lake, when not even a photo seems to exist of them.
"31" (F!NB/M!NB)
A shard of your past. A memory, more than anything, these days. A part of who made you who you are.
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the thing is like men and men really cant be friends because the sex part does always get in the way like thats true. and i mean that like im actually dead serious about that
like have you ever seen two straight men attempt to be friends with each other but the gay sex they arent having is literally preventing them from the transformative healing power of friendship. this is real
i dont even mean this in a "they want to fuck each other" way (although many of them do and will never know it) i mean that like the fact that gay sex is even hypothetically possible between them makes it loom over their friendship like it genuinely haunts them that they could be having it. gay sex is the elephant in the room every time they attempt to be emotionally vulnerable with one another, every time they let a hug linger too long. they cannot address its existence and so there is always something in their way, preventing true connection. and that something is the gay sex. that they are not having. the elephant of gay sex
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hullo, author!!! i really love the story's premise and the cast, i was searching for anything regarding MC's age but couldn't find it. are we middle aged, mid-thirties, etc?
Hullo hullo!
Thank you so much for your interest!
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I pinpointed the MC's age at last in this post- you will be 36!
