Mey-Rin from Black Butler / Kuroshitsuji roleplay blog๐ฆ๐งน๐ฉท 40+ NSFW friendly, indie, selective (mostly about shipping). If you want to RP with me, please message me, because otherewise I'm pretty much inactive. Please read my rules before following. Quirky, but very shy mun. Don't be afraid to talk to me.
Clumsy, shy, deadly - what's really going on inside that addled brain of hers?
A study in contradiction, Mey-Rin is not quite what she seems. Like the proverbial mountain of yin and yang, she has two distinct sides. There is the sunny yang- the bumbling maid behind thick spectacles; awkward, scatterbrained, humble, gracious, with a heart longing for love. Then there is the shaded yin- the gunslinger with telescopic vision; determined, reserved, incredibly lethal, traumatised by her past, and fiercely loyal to those who saved her. Somewhere in between is a whole woman, waiting to be born.
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Peek Behind the Doors of The Phantomhive Manor with Me... Looking for a passionate Mey-Rin rp partner? I'm obsessed with her character and ready to explore any theme (within reason) โ from dramatic and romantic to psychological thriller, comedy and fluff to horror and NSFW!
What I Offer:
Articulate and Quality Responses: I prioritise depth over quantity in my writing style. (I also use Mey-Rin's sociolect sparingly.)
Flexible Response Times: We all have lives outside rp - no pressure here! And you can generally expect me to reply within a day or two.
Plenty of Experience: While I've only been playing Mey-Rin for a year, I've done rp in various other fandoms for years!
Open to AUs and Collaboration: Let's brainstorm together and bring your wildest ideas to life!
Take a bow, the night is over
This masquerade is getting older
Lights are low, the curtains down
There's no one here
(There's no one here, there's no one in the crowd)
Say your lines, but do you feel them?
Do you mean what you say when there's no one around?
(No one around)
Watchin' you, watchin' me, one lonely star
(One lonely star, you don't know who you are)
I've always been in love with you (Always with you)
I guess you've always known it's true (You know it's true)
You took my love for granted,ย why, oh, why?
The show is over, say goodbye
Say goodbye (Bye-bye)
Say goodbye
Make them laugh, it comes so easy
When you get to the part where you're breakin' my heart
(Breakin' my heart)
Hide behind your smile, all the world loves a clown
(Just make 'em smile the whole world loves a clown)
Wish you well, I cannot stay
You deserve an award for the role that you played
(Role that you played)
No more masquerade, you're one lonely star
(One lonely star, you don't know who you are)
I've always been in love with you (Always with you)
I guess you've always known it's true (You know it's true)
You took my love for granted,ย why, oh, why?
The show is over, say goodbye
I've always been in love with you (Always with you)
I guess you've always known it's true (You know it's true)
You took my love for granted,ย why, oh, why?
The show is over, say goodbye
Say goodbye (Bye-bye)
Say goodbye
All the world is a stage (World is a stage)
And everyone has their part (Has their part)
But how was I to know which way the storyโd go?
How was I to know you'd break (You'd break, you'd break, you'd break)
You'd break my heart?
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I've always been in love with you
(I've always been in love with you)
Guess you've always known
You took my love for granted,ย why, oh, why?
The show is over, say goodbye
I've always been in love with you (Always with you)
I guess you've always known it's true (You know it's true)
You took my love for granted,ย why, oh, why?
The show is over, say goodbye
Say goodbye (Bye-bye)
Say goodbye
Say goodbye
I never shined till you looked at me. When you focused on me, I beamed like the sun upon the desert, banishing the chill of night. I lit up like some great beacon, visible to all the ships in all the seas.
When you turned from me, how I faded. I died down to embers, to just a faint glow flickering in the dark.
Look at me again, please. Let me shine for you. Let me fill you with the incandescence you spark within me. Let me be the star that lights your path. Let the brightness of my love make you happy again.
I went down a bit of a rabbit hole trying to get a better idea of the historical accent Mey-Rin would have had.
(This is from Google AI, which was actually quite helpful, as on my own I could only find info on modern dialects) -
Limehouse is a historic district in London's East End, and a traditional home of the working-class Cockney community and accent. Originally a major port and shipbuilding center, it is also historically notable as the site of London's original Chinatown. [1, 2, 3, 4, 5]
The Limehouse Context and Cockney Culture
The Traditional Bounds: A true, classic Cockney is historically defined as someone born within earshot of the Bow Bells (the bells of St. Mary-le-Bow church in Cheapside). Limehouse lies directly within this traditional East End zone. [1, 2, 3]
Linguistic Roots: The dialect is famous for its distinctive pronunciationโsuch as dropping "h"s (e.g., 'house' becomes 'ouse')โand its rich history of coded Cockney rhyming slang, which was originally used by local dockworkers and the 19th-century criminal underworld to confuse eavesdroppers and police. [1, 2]
A Diverse History: In the Victorian and Edwardian eras, Limehouse was a bustling, heavily industrial dockside community known for its diverse population, including Chinese sailors and Irish immigrants. [1, 2]
The Evolution of the Dialect
While the term still heavily evokes the East End, the traditional Cockney accent and working-class communities have largely migrated out of central London due to post-World War II rebuilding, dock closures, and gentrification. Today, the accent and rhyming slang are more predominantly found in the surrounding areas of outer East London, Essex, and Kent. [1, 2, 3]
For more historical context and linguistic detail on the area and the dialect, check out these resources:
Cultural Background: Discover the rich history of the original East End at Wikipedia's Cockney page.
Local History: Read about the unique intersection of cultures in Sax Rohmerโs era at Cockneys and Cockney Rhyming Slang - The East End.
Linguistic Breakdown: Listen to examples and learn how to speak the accent on Luke's ENGLISH Podcast.
Etymology: Learn the historical origins of the word itself at the Oxford English Dictionary. [1, 2, 3, 4, 5]
Could you tell me what specific aspect of Limehouse or Cockney culture you are most interested in? For example, I can help you with:
Translating popular or classic Cockney Rhyming Slang.
Tracing the history of Limehouse's original Chinatown.
The phonetic rules for the Cockney accent. [1, 2, 3, 4]
You said: How do I describe the accent of a character who grew up in Limehouse Chinatown during the 1870s?
To describe the accent of a character from 1870s Limehouse Chinatown, you must blend two distinct linguistic worlds: Victorian working-class Cockney and the Pidgin English spoken by early Chinese sailors. Limehouse at this time was a bustling, gritty maritime hub where Cantonese, Shanghainese, and local London dialects constantly rubbed shoulders.
Here is how you can effectively describe and write this character's accent.
The Linguistic Blend
Your character's specific speech patterns will depend entirely on their heritage:
If they are of Chinese descent (born there or arrived young): Their English would be heavily influenced by Cantonese phonetics mixed with local slang. They would struggle with certain English consonants, skip tense markers, and use a rhythmic, syllable-timed cadence.
If they are a local Anglo-Londoner living there: They would speak a harsh, rapid, 19th-century "Flash" or Cockney dialect, spiked with Chinese maritime loanwords.
If they are mixed-race (Anglo-Chinese): They would likely be a perfect linguistic chameleon, shifting between a thick local Cockney and Pidgin depending on who they were speaking to.
Phonetic Quirks to Describe or Write
To make the accent leap off the page, focus on these specific period-accurate speech patterns:
Consonant Swaps: In Cantonese, words do not end in hard consonants like b, d, g, s, or z. A Chinese character might drop them or soften them (e.g., "good" sounds like goo, "market" becomes mah-ket).
The "L" and "R" Substitution: Classical Chinese Pidgin English frequently substituted 'l' for 'r'. A phrase like "very right" would be pronounced closer to velly light.
Dropped "H"s and Glottal Stops: From the Cockney side, the character would completely drop the letter "h" at the start of words ('ouse for house, 'ere for here). They would also use glottal stops instead of "t" sounds (walo' instead of water).
Simplified Grammar: Characters speaking 1870s Pidgin would strip away pronouns and verb conjugations. Instead of "I do not understand you," they might say, Me no savvy.
Words and Slang to Use
Your character's vocabulary should reflect the unique slang of 1870s East End docks:
Chop-chop: A phrase brought directly by sailors from Chinese ports meaning "hurry up" or "quickly."
Savvy: From the Portuguese saber (to know), used universally by sailors and Chinese residents to mean "understand."
Joss: A term used for a Chinese god, idol, or luck (e.g., "bad joss" meant bad luck).
Flash: The 1870s term for the criminal underworld's slang. They wouldn't call it "rhyming slang" yet; they would call it Flash tongue.
Descriptive Phrases for Your Narrative
Instead of writing heavy phonetic dialogue (which can be difficult for modern audiences to read), use sensory descriptions in your narrative prose:
To help tailor this character, could you tell me what their specific heritage is (e.g., are they a Chinese immigrant sailor, a second-generation child, or an Anglo-Londoner)? I can also provide a few lines of custom dialogue written out in this dialect if you have a specific scene in mind.
You said: The character is Chinese from British ruled Hong Kong, having immgrated to Limehouse as a young child. She is orphaned soon after and becomes a street urchin, before being recruited into the Chinese mafia of Limehouse.
To describe this specific character, you are blending the vowel sounds of early Hong Kong Cantonese with the hard, fast delivery of an Victorian street urchin.
Because she arrived as a young child and survived on the streets, her English grammar will be entirely native to London, but her phonetic accent will carry a permanent, subtle Cantonese imprint. She will not speak broken "Pidgin" English; she will speak a sharp, localized "Chinatown Cockney."
Her Vocal Profile and Background
The Street Urchin Edge: Growing up without parents on the harsh Limehouse docks means she speaks fast, loudly, and with a defensive edge. Her voice is raspy from London smog, coal dust, and yelling over dockside noise.
The Linguistic Split: Among the general London public, she uses harsh, aggressive street slang to avoid being taken advantage of. Inside the criminal syndicate (the Tong or triad), she likely code-switches, using her Cantonese to show respect to the elders, though spiced with London criminal terms.
Key Phonetic Features (How She Sounds)
When writing her dialogue or describing her voice, use these specific 1870s linguistic quirks:
Syllable-Timed Rhythm: English speakers naturally stress certain syllables and rush others. Cantonese speakers give every syllable equal time. Her Cockney will sound uniquely rhythmic and "staccato"โlike a drumbeat, rather than the usual rolling London cadence.
The Clipped Word Endings: In Cantonese, words never end in consonants like t, d, k, b, p, or g. Because she grew up on London streets, she knows the words, but her tongue will naturally clip them short. "Get out" becomes Ge' ou'.
Vowel Flattening: Her vowels will be a mix. She will use the wide, flat Cockney vowels (pronouncing "face" like feen-ce or "night" like nah-ee'), but they will be shorter and less drawn out than a typical Londoner's.
The Trapped "R": Cantonese lacks the English "R" sound. Even living in London, words starting with R might lean slightly toward a soft "W" or "L" sound when she is angry or speaking fast (e.g., "Right" sounds like Wite or Light).
1870s Criminal & Street Vocabulary
As an urchin turned mafia recruit, she would use a mix of Victorian "Flash" (thieves' cant) and Anglo-Chinese maritime slang:
The Tong / The Syndicate: She would refer to her criminal organization by its actual Chinese structure, rather than just "the gang."
Flash / Patter: Street slang. She doesn't speak "English"; she speaks the patter.
Blowen: A 19th-century street term for a young girl or woman, often used by urchins.
Copper / Trap: Victorian terms for the police.
Chuan: The Cantonese word for boat. She might refer to the incoming ships this way rather than using the English term.
Seeing how Tumblr has been even worse about eating asks this year. Reblog this if your roleplay partners have permission to ask you if you've received their ask(s). After it's been a week or so since they've sent it.
MUN FC: Little Caro Lamb (my avatar, the vroid isn't done yet so have the Charat Choco doll)
GENDER: Girlfux
HEIGHT: 5'6"
HAIR COLOR: Red currently, but I usually have it burgundy.
EYE COLOR: Hazel green/ brown
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Life partnership, though we're both poly.
BIRTHDAY: 3 June
ZODIAC SIGN: Gemini
NATIONALITY: Canadian-American, of Polish-Ukrainian, Sicilian, Scottish, and Native American descent.
TIMEZONE: CST
HOBBIES / LIKES: Writing, singing, cosplay, art, fan fic, ASMR and vtubers, funny YouTube channels, old movies, music, and TV, Utena, Black Butler, and Naruto.
# OF SIBLINGS: Two
# OF PETS: One, a Boston terrier named Bruce.
CURRENTLY HAVE A J*B: No, I'm a disabled writer.
FAVORITE COLOR: Purple, but also black, green, silver, and orange.
FAVORITE SINGER/BAND: The Monkees, the Bee Gees, and the Ramones are my favourite bands. My favourite singers are Sarah Brightman, Madonna, and Warren Zevon.
LAST SONG LISTENED TO: "I've Gotta Get a Message to You" - Bee Gees
CURRENTLY LISTENING TO: "Proud Mary" - Ike and Tina Turner
FAVORITE MOVIE: The Rocky Horror Picture Show (duh!)
LAST MOVIE WATCHED: The Mae West Story
FAVORITE BOOK: The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
LAST BOOK READ: Shakti: An Exploration of the Divine Feminine by Nilima Chitgopekar
CURRENTLY READING: I'm taking a break from reading at the moment.
BEST SCHOOL SUBJECT: History, as well as Drama and English
Clumsy, shy, deadly - what's really going on inside that addled brain of hers?
A study in contradiction, Mey-Rin is not quite what she seems. Like the proverbial mountain of yin and yang, she has two distinct sides. There is the sunny yang- the bumbling maid behind thick spectacles; awkward, scatterbrained, humble, gracious, with a heart longing for love. Then there is the shaded yin- the gunslinger with telescopic vision; determined, reserved, incredibly lethal, traumatised by her past, and fiercely loyal to those who saved her. Somewhere in between is a whole woman, waiting to be born.
{muse} {rules} {mun} {headcanons} {tags} {my fics} {archive} {retired rp character} ~please read my rules before following~
Peek Behind the Doors of The Phantomhive Manor with Me... Looking for a passionate Mey-Rin rp partner? I'm obsessed with her character and ready to explore any theme (within reason) โ from dramatic and romantic to psychological thriller, comedy and fluff to horror and NSFW!
What I Offer:
Articulate and Quality Responses: I prioritise depth over quantity in my writing style. (I also use Mey-Rin's sociolect sparingly.)
Flexible Response Times: We all have lives outside rp - no pressure here! And you can generally expect me to reply within a day or two.
Plenty of Experience: While I've only been playing Mey-Rin for a year, I've done rp in various other fandoms for years!
Open to AUs and Collaboration: Let's brainstorm together and bring your wildest ideas to life!
Character Dossier (template from @hollowprompts available here)
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full name: Mey-Rin (surname unknown)
alias: Owl, Rin
age: 23-24
date of birth: 24 May, 1865
gender: Female
pronouns: She/ Her
sexuality: Bisexual (though that term hasn't been coined yet)
species/race: Human, presumably
nationality/ethnicity: British Hong Kong/ Han Chinese
languages spoken: Cantonese, English, a little Mandarin
current residence: The Phantomhive manor
occupation: Maid/ personal revolveress to the Earl Phantomhive
education level: None, primarily taught by Sebastian
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height and build: 165 cm (5'5"), atheletic
eye colour: Oddly reddish hazel
hair colour and style: Magenta, worn in unruly pigtails, with fringe
skin tone and complexion: Fair to medium
notable features: Lots of scars
posture: Average, corseted
voice: Squeaky with her spectacles on, mezzo soprano range without, Chinatown Cockney accent which can be difficult to understand
faceclaim: Anna May Wong
parents: She only knew them as Ma Ma and Ba Ba
siblings: None
ancestry: Unknown, barely remembers her extended family
romantic status: On the verge of spinsterhood
romantic interest: Sebastian Michaelis
friends: Bardroy and Finnian
enemies and rivals: Anyone who threatens the Earl Phantomhive or his estate
important connections: The Earl Phantomhive (employer)
pets: None
chronic illnesses and injuries: Extreme farsightedness, dyspraxia
phobias: Slugs
trauma history: Saw her parents die of cholera when she was very young, was a street orphan for several years, witnessed her close friends being murdered, was forced to become an assassin for Qing Bang (who used torture and the threat of death to keep her in line), was sexually assaulted
mental health: C-PTSD and social anxiety
physical health: Good
medication: None
triggers: Threats, violence towards the helpless
body modifications: Spectacles
morning routine: Ablutions, dressing, breakfast, then work
night routine: A reverse of the morning, except she reads before bed
sleep schedule: Maybe six hours nightly, less if she has guard duty
mannerisms: Fidgeting, blushing, general poor coordination
lying tells: Putting her hand over her mouth to keep from telling the truth
comfort items and rituals: Her spectacles, writing in her journal
social behaviours (introvert/extrovert): Extremely introverted and awkward
coping mechanisms: Crying, attempting to comfort others
obsessions: Maybe a little obsessed with Sebastian, but that's about it
addictions: None
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biggest strengths: Loyalty and determination
greatest flaw: Neurotic level of shyness
moral code: Utilitarianism
core values: Protecting her loved ones and home at all costs
temperament: Melancholic
myers-briggs personality type: INTP
love language(s): Acts of Service
how they handle conflict: "Bard, drink some milk! You need calcium!"
how they handle affection: Like a starving man at a buffet
reputation versus reality: She's the ultimate hidden badass dojikko
combat training: Was an assassin for Qing Bang
weapons expertise: Fireams proficiency that puts Annie Oakley to shame
magic or powers: Long range vision comparable to that of an eagle
languages and communication skills: Can read and write Chinese and English, but her skills are intermediate
survival skills: Managed to live on the streets for several years as a child
hobbies: Knitting and needlework
weaknesses and limitations: Extremely uncoordinated and clumsy, very poor close range vision, crippling shyness
I really miss rp. I would like to try again, but at the same time, my hopes are not high. Everything is so difficult, not to mention my loved ones' health crises and that I'm going through yet another cancer scare. That's been weighing on my head. I have to go in for another mammogram and further tests, but they couldn't schedule me until mid July (and the original results came in more than two weeks ago, so over a month to wait). While my sister's breast cancer isn't supposed to be the genetic kind, I'm still freaked out. Even if it's just a biopsy, I'm really tired of surgeries and my health being so fragile. I've tried not to discuss it, but it's been really stressing me out.
Her eyes darted off to the side, staring at the wardrobe in that particular room. "Whenever we are together... You... service me... And then you say something sweet..." Her voice then picked up a little. "I's not complaining about that. I do enjoy it, but..." Mey-Rin gave a heavy sigh and reverted back to her glum tone. "That's all... Then we go on about our day, till the next time."
She nuzzled his palms, yet persisted in her frowning. "You don't let me do anything to you. And it doesn't go any further. We don't get in bed or undress. You haven't told me that your feelings for me have grown. We haven't even had a real conversation till this."
Looking at him finally, her eyes began to well up. "It doesn't seem right. Am I not pleasing to you? Are you only trying to keep me in line? Because you think I will cause a scene? Or that I might quit and try to find a man who will actually marry me? I don't want our relationship to be an obligation in your mind."
His hand stiffened against her cheek as his expression sank into the tight-browed blankness of suppressed irritation. She was partially right - his feelings hadnโt grown and he was trying to keep her in line with his sweet nothings - and it disgusted him that she wouldnโt take what she realised she was getting.
He withdrew his hand. She didnโt like his carrot? She could have the stick.
"You can just say so if something I do is not to your liking. I will stop." He mimicked her voice down to the nasal rasp her heavy glasses caused. "Conversely, if there is something you would like me to do, say the word and I will obey."
He dropped the imitation back to his own voice, the tone he took on when visibly calming himself to issue orders after she caused yet another disaster. โAs I told you on the rooftops, I have never loved, but Mey-Rin, Iโm trying for you.โ Guilt, he was sure that would sting. โSecond guessing my sincerity is not to my liking, so let go of this ridiculous notion that how I express my desire for you is nothing but an elaborate lie.โ
His mockery hit her like a punch to the stomach. She recoiled from him. Her lips were pursed, attempting to hold in the sob that was rumbling beneath the surface. Alas, it was futile. Once the tears broke free, the sobbing followed, hot on their heels.
"You need not be cruel to me... Taking the rise out of my way of speaking like that... " Mey-Rin retrieved her now tacky handkerchief and wept into a drier section of it. "I have honest questions. I's not worldly and wise like you. And I's never had romantic entanglements before. I's never loved, but you." Tear-streaked and puffy, she faced him once more. "So how is it not a fair question? I have my own desires..."
Her free hand reached for his, taking it in a weak grasp. "I want to touch you... and please you... I want to hold you close and tell you how much I adore you." Sniffling, she wiped her nose. It was doubtful all this hideous crying was helping her cause.
"I am grateful for whatever intimacy we can share, but I must insist we talk about things. Couples talk to each other about all manner of things. I need to know; do I not arouse you? Do you not like me touching you or seeing your body? Is there something that would help?" Her words lowered back down to a sheepish whisper. "I can even wear my male clothes when we's together, if that would be more comfortable for you..."
Now that Sebastianโs found a reliable food source in Mey-Rin heโs resolved to keep play-acting the infatuated butler, but it turns out thereโs more to Healthy Human Relationships than frequent hookups and resisting his devilish impulse to torment his lover to madness.
Closed roleplay with @sniper-maid
All it took was a wipe of a handkerchief and pat of his hair and one would never have guessed that just seconds ago the Phantomhiveโs diligent and dedicated butler had had his head stuck under the maidโs skirt within one of the many unused bedrooms in the manor. Flipping his pocket watch open he smiled in self-satisfaction - it was exactly the time heโd hoped to bring her to her end and give him his little meal, for that meant he was still right on schedule, with three minutes left to reward her with some emotional intimacy and keep her hooked.
He tucked his pocket watch away again and sat down on the bed beside her, looking down at her with the fondest smile, โThat was exactly what I needed.โ He cooed, cupping her face and stroking her cheek with his gloved thumb. โI should have accepted your love years ago; you make me so happy.โ
He cut himself off there, settling into gazing at her like she was a particularly complicated chocolate statue heโd just finished sculpting. It felt deeply unnatural to say such phrases without inserting a little barb to wound her psyche but heโd found as long as he kept his sentences concise his tongue wouldnโt slip into cruelty.
Her breath remained ragged after it was over. She smoothed down her skirts to make certain she was presentable again. It still felt a bit damp down there, so she dabbed herself with the handkerchief she typically reserved for crying into. It was due to be washed, anyway.
Once it was tucked back into her apron pocket, she attempted to clear her head by concentrating on her breathing. It didn't quite help, though. By the time he was beside her, stroking her cheek and praising her, she was scarcely holding it together.
"Do I really make you that happy, Sebastian?" she asked in a mousy rasp. Her whole face was now downcast. What was wrong with her? Mey-Rin knew she should have been on top of the world right then, yet there was a sinking sensation of worry within her.
After the first proper night he spent with her, it was always so rushed. Quick encounters here and there. No real closeness or getting to know each other on some deeper level. He wouldn't give her a chance to do anything for him. It was only him pleasuring her in the same way, through the split of her drawers. No undressing, not even so much as a glove unbuttoned. Why? Was she simply another chore to him? Was he just doing the minimum to keep her satisfied and loyal?
Her eyes darted off to the side, staring at the wardrobe in that particular room. "Whenever we are together... You... service me... And then you say something sweet..." Her voice then picked up a little. "I's not complaining about that. I do enjoy it, but..." Mey-Rin gave a heavy sigh and reverted back to her glum tone. "That's all... Then we go on about our day, till the next time."
She nuzzled his palms, yet persisted in her frowning. "You don't let me do anything to you. And it doesn't go any further. We don't get in bed or undress. You haven't told me that your feelings for me have grown. We haven't even had a real conversation till this."
Looking at him finally, her eyes began to well up. "It doesn't seem right. Am I not pleasing to you? Are you only trying to keep me in line? Because you think I will cause a scene? Or that I might quit and try to find a man who will actually marry me? I don't want our relationship to be an obligation in your mind."
