PorcelainWaif
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(CASTING CALL) The Neighborhood
Hi... I'm new to this website, but not to roleplaying. I'm very interested in getting started, and mingling. I thought to start off with, I'd try and kick off a new role-play. Nothing exotic, I'm afraid, but it's my first one, so I'm testing the waters so to speak. I have created a few stock characters to choose from and give you guys ideas. You can elect to be any of the ones I list OR anyone else you can dream up.
Like all suburbs, Ivyoke has its reputation as a quiet, boring place, skirting the action rather than acting as a hub to anything of interest itself. On the surface, it lives up to that reputation glowingly, with clipped lawns and the occasional dinner party with exorbitantly-priced, crème-colored china. But the residents of Ivyoke, as in any sub-sect of any city in any country of the world, had much more colorful fantasies than their appearance alone may have revealed. What set them apart was the frequency with which these fantasies met fruition. It is a private and well-groomed coastal New England community, almost entirely residential, as it was relatively close to a large city. Its residents work, for the most part, in the city, and commute back to their luxurious dwellings. The Ivyoke Institutes are private schools from pre-kindergarten to high school that almost all the school aged kids in the area attend, as in this suburb, the cost is most likely not of great issue, and the education was far above-par, compared to the city public schooling. The how’s and why’s of the overstuffed pocketbooks of Ivyoke residents is a varied list. Inheritance and old money to entrepreneurship and investment, almost every inhabitant has a story to tell. It is the nature of these stories, and the colorful fantasies that lie beneath, that we should endeavor to explore herein. So knock twice, and clean your shoes on the carpet, lest you muddy the radiant hardwoods within. These are no ordinary lives we will encounter, and certainly… certainly… no ordinary people.
Brigitte Glover-21--THIS ROLE IS TAKEN BY SEXY_CURVES
A college student whose parents earned their way into Ivyoke’s elite though hard work and persistence, she is learning about life the hard way. She was never a spoiled child, but like any child who was raised in Ivyoke, to say she was privileged is fair. When she turned 18 her parents gave her the option to stay at home, but required a rent. They offered to help her pay for her college, but they expected the money back, with interest. They are highly thrifty, and expect their daughter to respect the value of a hard day’s work. Brigitte, on the other hand, is more interested in maintaining the lush style of living that she has grown accustomed to in her lifetime, and in the three years she’s been out of her parents’ house, she has gotten friendly with more than one of the suburb’s well-to-do business men. She delights in being pampered and catered to. And it’s no coincidence that she’s managed to turn the heads of respectable older men, either. A splendid girl to behold, she’s about 5’8 and lean with a delicious curve to her ass and naturally platinum hair in an enchanting wavy bob that recalls old Hollywood. She paints her lips red and dresses to kill, usually at her boyfriend-of-the-moment’s expense. But don’t let this image lead you astray, Brigitte is not as shallow as she seems. She is majoring in psychology and has a healthy appreciation for the inner-workings of the human psyche. If she weren’t so well acquainted with them, in fact, she probably wouldn’t be such an effective charmer.
Cat Dubois-31
A businesswoman and visionary, with her hands in all the literary circles in the city, and her publishing house’s stamp on several aspiring writers, she is a made woman at the early age of 31. Her brains no doubt got her to the top, but her looks can’t have hindered her any. She is an average 5’6 in height, slender but not waifish. She does not have a huge ass, or breasts, but she is evenly proportioned, with a generous flare of the hips. The most remarkable thing about her physical presence is the tiny-ness of her waist in proportion to everything else about her body. She has an almost-exotic face, round and beautiful, inviting, with dark, luminous eyes. Her dark brown hair falls to the middle of her back, and her hands are thin and elegant. Should anyone inspect her confused family tree they would find the evidence of Icelandic and Brazilian as well as French and Polish influences. Should anyone more closely inspect her, they may be sweetly surprised to find her clit-hood piercing and her habit of going without panties. She is a sensitive woman with an open mind. A writer herself, her exploits have often (anonymously) made it into a few of her journal-like releases under a pseudonym through her publishing house. She is a creative and generous woman who delights in the interesting and unique, a hunger which extends into the bedroom. She doesn’t bed men as conquests, but even with her subtle demeanor, men who are looking for something different are inevitably drawn to her.
Christopher Bird-25
Hired just out of college into his older brother successful upstart business. Clarence, his brother, is the creative mastermind behind the project, whereas Christopher lends a financial sensibility to the equation. The brothers run BDSM-oriented nightclubs, currently just two of them, but they aim to have several more, eventually. Christopher and his brother currently each oversee one of the clubs, and function quite independently of one another. The nature of the venture is of course, not known to the community members of Ivyoke. The few people who are close enough with Christopher to inquire, have been told that they have a dog training business. The brothers occasionally laugh of the double-entendre therein. Of course, this explanation did ease the curiosity of his neighbors when contractors came, hauling large metal cages to install down in the basement… But if Christopher’s participation in the BDSM community likens him to a dog-trainer, Christopher has developed a bit of “kennel” in the last few years for himself, and unbeknownst to the locals, the cages in his basement don’t hold disobedient dogs at all, the are home to a group of 5 very, very obedient young ladies. Christopher physically fits the bill of anyone who, at 25, has made a name for themselves in any sort of sexual career-path. He is beautiful. He’s 6’1 and physically dominating, not bulky with muscles or chiseled, just athletic and strong. He’s charismatic enough to enchant the women he wants and respectful and powerful enough to keep them. With well-kept brown hair and a crooked dimple in his cheek when he smiles, he’s the kind of man who you’d take home to mother if you could ever bear to let him out of your bed.
Clara Dyer-18
Clara Dyer is a minx. She’s only 18, but God bless her, she’s the kind of 18-year-old men dream of. She’s a petite thing, at 5’1, and thin, with beautiful, perky C-cups. She has long, dark ashy blond hair, in gentle curls, all the way down her back and her skin is china white. She’s innocent, but aware. She’s not stupid, but she is eager to learn. She has a well-developed sense of self and she’s no kid. And she’s very humble… but she’s a sex goddess just released onto the world, and even if she’ll only admit it in the back of her head, she is well aware. Clara has had three boyfriends before, and made each of them very, very happy boys. She’s a natural in bed. But she’s never had a man. And that’s something Clara plans to remedy very shortly. But she’s no slut, and definitely not easy, so she’s set upon something like a quest… to find the right man. And she’s not setting upon this adventure with legs spread, “But,” she figures, “if I have to dabble here and there before I find him, so be it.” At present, she still lives with her father, who is a stockbroker and a good dad. Though instilling some guilt in the older men in the community who covet her, this detail also just serves to supplement the aura of taboo that delightfully surrounds her.
Clark Redding-35
Clark Redding is an attractive man. He’s 5’11 and slender and impeccably dressed. There was a day, 5 or 10 years ago, when he could have had any woman he wanted. That was before he chose a wife, and a lifestyle… He’s got a handsome face, with a perpetual 5 o’clock shadow. He has a degree in engineering. He’s got piercing green eyes and amazing lips for a man. And… well, he used to be interesting. That was before his grandfather left his inheritance to him. And before he gave up his job. And before he got married to Gertie, his beautiful but boring young trust-fund wife, who drinks tea and watches TV all day, and hasn’t wanted to get frisky in bed since she conceived their son two years ago. Now he just feels like part of the problem, living in a suburb like Ivyoke, and doing nothing with his life but going through the motions. Clark has a ton of great ideas, and a keenly sharp mind, but he’s at that stage in life where it just seems like there’s something more. And he’s about ready to find it.
Emily Weber-18
Emily is not at all what her family would have expected. Or anyone in this day and age would have expected, chances are. Her mother, who is more likely to hire someone to fix her dinner than to have a go at it herself is entirely endeared, if not somewhat baffled by her daughter’s domestic tendencies, and her father, gruff and equally confused by it, insists it’s a phase. But ever since Emily was 12 or 13, she’s been naturally predisposed to clean the house and often pleaded with the personal cook to take a night off. She’s a quiet girl, but creative and warm, and extremely submissive. Emily is a shy and confused young thing when it comes to sexuality. Her parents never bothered explaining it to her, and all she knows about it is gleaned from what her friends at the Ivyoke Institutions have mentioned. She is afraid to broach the subject, because she’s sure that as a senior in high school she should know more, but the extent of her experience is her own hand down her panties as she drifts off to bed (and even that, she feels a little guilty over.) Emily is a natural submissive, and the way she carries her self and uses her words and eyes reflect this as though she’d been trained for years to show it, but it all radiates from the untapped core of her sexual being. She is a thin girl, with supple, soft curves, a natural blush, and straight, well-kept reddish blonde hair to her shoulders. Her dark blue eyes are expressive and sweet, but rarely venture upward to lock gazes with whomever she’s speaking with. All said—she’s an explosion waiting to happen, and a pearl in an oyster’s shell waiting to be pried open.
Ian Pratt-20-- THIS ROLE TAKEN BY GAGONTHIS
Ian Pratt is the best kind of man, that is to say, he’s entirely his own. Though he’s young, his head is solid on his shoulders, and his feet firmly on the ground. He loves his life. He loves what he has and what he knows, and he loves what he doesn’t have yet, and hasn’t gotten the chance to experience. He’s olive-skinned, first-generation American whose parents both hail from Italy. He has taken up in one of the smaller abodes in Ivyoke, a place to park his bike and hang his coat up at night, but little more. He loves the wide open house, and its huge bay windows, and hasn’t furnished it, except for a washer and drier, a stove, fridge, and a bare mattress in the corner of one bedroom. He doesn’t need a mirror; he doesn’t preen. He’s got shaggy black hair, which he slicks back or wears messy. He likes stovepipe jeans and plain white shirts, or simple sweaters. He talks with a slight soft edge of an accent, and has a lady-slaying wink… but other than that, nobody knows much about him.
Ivy Vaughn-38
She is a legend to those who have had her, and an even bigger legend to those who haven’t, but want to. Vaughn is a name that has risen in the fashion industry unchecked, and Mrs. Vaughn has risen with it. Now an editor to her own magazine, not to mention her 15 year legacy of fashion design, she has amply enough money to find a home in the elegant neighborhoods of Ivyoke. She’s a true eccentric whose fashion label is provocative and sometimes blatantly sexual, and her claim to fame and the stamp of any Vaughn design is a waist-cinching corset, laced up tight. Demanding but delicate, she’s an elegant lady, no heavier than a teenaged girl, with an elegant, swanlike neck, an air or graceful experience, and a waist most men could wrap their hands around, fingers touching. She has a natural olive toned tan, and perceptive grey eyes. Her breasts are disproportionately large for someone as thin as she is. She’s got a coy smile and a beautiful silky mane of straight black hair with a streak of silver down the front. She owns one of the most majestic homes in the edition, which houses her, her two beautiful and slender Italian greyhounds, and a small team of stylists and personal assistants, not to mention whoever strikes her sexual fancy at the moment, which under her alluring and scrutinizing eyes could be anyone… she’s a lady of surprises.
Jonathan Hatfield-40-- THIS ROLE TAKEN BY ONHARRY
Mr. Hatfield is a self-made-made, and it shows, in his smile. He’s down to earth, and solid, really grounded in himself. He’s an extremely intelligent man who worked very successfully in the business world for years until he decided to take a step back from it all and just live life. Though his main residence is at the heart of Ivyoke, he travels often, usually just further along the east coast. He loves working with his hands, and he has another place, up the coast a short ways where he builds boats and occasionally takes a woman to sink his feet into the sand and relax for a few days before returning home. He’s got close cut dark hair and brilliant dark eyes that flicker somewhere along the cusp between black and midnight blue. His nose has a dignified bridge, making his profile almost Roman, and his chest is wide and strong. His hands are arguably the best part about him, thickly jointed, rough from work, and strong, like the rest of him. He isn’t at all pushy or overt; in fact, almost everything about him is subtle, from his taste in understated wine, to his low, warm voice. He is richly experienced, wise, and easy-going, a little soft-spoken at times, but absolutely the kind of person who draws you in. And in the bedroom… he’s a total surprise. He’s respectful of any woman he encounters, of course, but he’s deliciously rough, completely uninhibited, and a decidedly commanding presence. He’s been married twice before, but he laughs dismissively when his ex-wives are brought up. “Cold bitches,” he’ll say, smiling, showing that he has no scars unhealed, but he doesn’t mean it in any kind of vindictive way, he lives in too levelheaded a world for spite.
Pearl Parsons-33
You’d never guess it, looking at her, but Pearl has got one of the most rampant, and just plain vulgar, imaginations in town. She’s all vanilla, to the eye, not unpleasantly so, but she looks as though she’s just stepped out of Country Club 101. He likes polite skirts, just above the knee, fashionable shoes, and sweater sets. She has mile-long tanned legs, a tight butt, and a trim tummy. Her blonde and highlighted hair is razor-cut in the latest fashion around the ears and jaw-line, a little edgy, but not enough to disrupt her sense of everything-as-it-should-be. She’s straight out of a magazine. But she often finds herself tossing in bed, wondering, “Alright, I’ve taken all the steps to be delivered onto the doorstep of the “Perfect Life,” why am I not satisfied… what’s missing?” And answers come in multitude when her husband’s away at work and her mind is left to idle. And the answers are creative and crude and messy, and nothing at all like the polite in-and-out missionary-style sex she and her husband “enjoy” biweekly. Pearl looks every bit the part she plays—the housewife to a well-off 9-to-5’er, but it is just NOT what she was made to be. Pearl was meant for something more, something gritty and dirty and real. Pearl was meant for the life her daydreams are made of.
Rochelle Lamb-26
Rochelle Lamb didn’t grow up wealthy, her parents weren’t wealthy, she wasn’t wealthy, and to this day, none of them belong among Ivyoke’s elite. But Rochelle spends her days there, sure enough, inhabiting a dream world, but never truly becoming a part of it. She puts on the costume every day, and sets to work… dusting… and vacuuming, and scrubbing floors and picking up bratty kids, and serving coffee and brandy to people worth 1,000 times as much as her. Financially, that is. But Rochelle is a hell of a woman. Frustrated and down on her luck? Yes. In a bit of rut… fair enough. But she’s a hell of a woman. She’s not the most sexually experienced, and her fantasies aren’t the broadest or most exotic, but if asked… she’d almost certainly be up for anything. She’s adventurous and fiery, and playful, and real. She’s smart, if not the most extensively educated, she’s funny and fun. She’s got a little extra meat on her bones, not a lot, just enough to give her ass a jiggle and make her more substantial, a “real” woman. Her eyes are dark brown and her hair dark red. Her lips are full and a beautiful dark pink and she often finds herself biting on them nervously out of habit. She chews her nails when she’s thinking. She’s cute and beautiful at the same time. And she’s absolutely stunning in a maid’s outfit.
Stephanie Faust-23-- THIS ROLE TAKEN BY MOLLY_HUNTER28
Stephanie Faust lives with her two older brothers in the large home she grew up in with her parents. They both passed away over the past 6 years—her father when she was 17 and her mother when she was 21. Now she and her brothers, 27 and 29 keep up the beautiful old house, and continue on with their lives. She’s a complicated young woman, with many layers, each as delightful as the next. But she’s guarded, and not always the easiest person in the world to get to know. There are plenty of rumors of course, about her and her brothers, and some about all three of them, and who’s to say how many are true, for they have lost much of the communication they once had with the community when their parents died. But it is fair to say that none of them did much to stop any of the rumors, Stephanie least of all. She got a good kick out of the rumor that she was a lesbian… of course, she’s given it a spin, and she’d try it again, but she’s a man’s woman. The most popular and scandalous of the rumors is that she offers her brothers more than just emotional support. She gets a laugh out of that one, too, but doesn’t say much to affirm or deny. There are a slew of others, but too many to mention. At 5’4, she’s a rather small thing, her hair black (at the moment,) with streaks of white-blonde in the front. Her tongue is studded and her ears slightly gaged. Her skin is creamy white and her body is a dream, her back deliciously hollowing and dipping into the beautiful curve of a full, wide ass. Her breasts are perfect for her petite body, and her feet are tiny and cute. Truth told, she’s a wicked, beautiful girl who is part of a dying breed in the world… those who embrace taboo.
Hi... I'm new to this website, but not to roleplaying. I'm very interested in getting started, and mingling. I thought to start off with, I'd try and kick off a new role-play. Nothing exotic, I'm afraid, but it's my first one, so I'm testing the waters so to speak. I have created a few stock characters to choose from and give you guys ideas. You can elect to be any of the ones I list OR anyone else you can dream up.
Like all suburbs, Ivyoke has its reputation as a quiet, boring place, skirting the action rather than acting as a hub to anything of interest itself. On the surface, it lives up to that reputation glowingly, with clipped lawns and the occasional dinner party with exorbitantly-priced, crème-colored china. But the residents of Ivyoke, as in any sub-sect of any city in any country of the world, had much more colorful fantasies than their appearance alone may have revealed. What set them apart was the frequency with which these fantasies met fruition. It is a private and well-groomed coastal New England community, almost entirely residential, as it was relatively close to a large city. Its residents work, for the most part, in the city, and commute back to their luxurious dwellings. The Ivyoke Institutes are private schools from pre-kindergarten to high school that almost all the school aged kids in the area attend, as in this suburb, the cost is most likely not of great issue, and the education was far above-par, compared to the city public schooling. The how’s and why’s of the overstuffed pocketbooks of Ivyoke residents is a varied list. Inheritance and old money to entrepreneurship and investment, almost every inhabitant has a story to tell. It is the nature of these stories, and the colorful fantasies that lie beneath, that we should endeavor to explore herein. So knock twice, and clean your shoes on the carpet, lest you muddy the radiant hardwoods within. These are no ordinary lives we will encounter, and certainly… certainly… no ordinary people.
Brigitte Glover-21--THIS ROLE IS TAKEN BY SEXY_CURVES
A college student whose parents earned their way into Ivyoke’s elite though hard work and persistence, she is learning about life the hard way. She was never a spoiled child, but like any child who was raised in Ivyoke, to say she was privileged is fair. When she turned 18 her parents gave her the option to stay at home, but required a rent. They offered to help her pay for her college, but they expected the money back, with interest. They are highly thrifty, and expect their daughter to respect the value of a hard day’s work. Brigitte, on the other hand, is more interested in maintaining the lush style of living that she has grown accustomed to in her lifetime, and in the three years she’s been out of her parents’ house, she has gotten friendly with more than one of the suburb’s well-to-do business men. She delights in being pampered and catered to. And it’s no coincidence that she’s managed to turn the heads of respectable older men, either. A splendid girl to behold, she’s about 5’8 and lean with a delicious curve to her ass and naturally platinum hair in an enchanting wavy bob that recalls old Hollywood. She paints her lips red and dresses to kill, usually at her boyfriend-of-the-moment’s expense. But don’t let this image lead you astray, Brigitte is not as shallow as she seems. She is majoring in psychology and has a healthy appreciation for the inner-workings of the human psyche. If she weren’t so well acquainted with them, in fact, she probably wouldn’t be such an effective charmer.
Cat Dubois-31
A businesswoman and visionary, with her hands in all the literary circles in the city, and her publishing house’s stamp on several aspiring writers, she is a made woman at the early age of 31. Her brains no doubt got her to the top, but her looks can’t have hindered her any. She is an average 5’6 in height, slender but not waifish. She does not have a huge ass, or breasts, but she is evenly proportioned, with a generous flare of the hips. The most remarkable thing about her physical presence is the tiny-ness of her waist in proportion to everything else about her body. She has an almost-exotic face, round and beautiful, inviting, with dark, luminous eyes. Her dark brown hair falls to the middle of her back, and her hands are thin and elegant. Should anyone inspect her confused family tree they would find the evidence of Icelandic and Brazilian as well as French and Polish influences. Should anyone more closely inspect her, they may be sweetly surprised to find her clit-hood piercing and her habit of going without panties. She is a sensitive woman with an open mind. A writer herself, her exploits have often (anonymously) made it into a few of her journal-like releases under a pseudonym through her publishing house. She is a creative and generous woman who delights in the interesting and unique, a hunger which extends into the bedroom. She doesn’t bed men as conquests, but even with her subtle demeanor, men who are looking for something different are inevitably drawn to her.
Christopher Bird-25
Hired just out of college into his older brother successful upstart business. Clarence, his brother, is the creative mastermind behind the project, whereas Christopher lends a financial sensibility to the equation. The brothers run BDSM-oriented nightclubs, currently just two of them, but they aim to have several more, eventually. Christopher and his brother currently each oversee one of the clubs, and function quite independently of one another. The nature of the venture is of course, not known to the community members of Ivyoke. The few people who are close enough with Christopher to inquire, have been told that they have a dog training business. The brothers occasionally laugh of the double-entendre therein. Of course, this explanation did ease the curiosity of his neighbors when contractors came, hauling large metal cages to install down in the basement… But if Christopher’s participation in the BDSM community likens him to a dog-trainer, Christopher has developed a bit of “kennel” in the last few years for himself, and unbeknownst to the locals, the cages in his basement don’t hold disobedient dogs at all, the are home to a group of 5 very, very obedient young ladies. Christopher physically fits the bill of anyone who, at 25, has made a name for themselves in any sort of sexual career-path. He is beautiful. He’s 6’1 and physically dominating, not bulky with muscles or chiseled, just athletic and strong. He’s charismatic enough to enchant the women he wants and respectful and powerful enough to keep them. With well-kept brown hair and a crooked dimple in his cheek when he smiles, he’s the kind of man who you’d take home to mother if you could ever bear to let him out of your bed.
Clara Dyer-18
Clara Dyer is a minx. She’s only 18, but God bless her, she’s the kind of 18-year-old men dream of. She’s a petite thing, at 5’1, and thin, with beautiful, perky C-cups. She has long, dark ashy blond hair, in gentle curls, all the way down her back and her skin is china white. She’s innocent, but aware. She’s not stupid, but she is eager to learn. She has a well-developed sense of self and she’s no kid. And she’s very humble… but she’s a sex goddess just released onto the world, and even if she’ll only admit it in the back of her head, she is well aware. Clara has had three boyfriends before, and made each of them very, very happy boys. She’s a natural in bed. But she’s never had a man. And that’s something Clara plans to remedy very shortly. But she’s no slut, and definitely not easy, so she’s set upon something like a quest… to find the right man. And she’s not setting upon this adventure with legs spread, “But,” she figures, “if I have to dabble here and there before I find him, so be it.” At present, she still lives with her father, who is a stockbroker and a good dad. Though instilling some guilt in the older men in the community who covet her, this detail also just serves to supplement the aura of taboo that delightfully surrounds her.
Clark Redding-35
Clark Redding is an attractive man. He’s 5’11 and slender and impeccably dressed. There was a day, 5 or 10 years ago, when he could have had any woman he wanted. That was before he chose a wife, and a lifestyle… He’s got a handsome face, with a perpetual 5 o’clock shadow. He has a degree in engineering. He’s got piercing green eyes and amazing lips for a man. And… well, he used to be interesting. That was before his grandfather left his inheritance to him. And before he gave up his job. And before he got married to Gertie, his beautiful but boring young trust-fund wife, who drinks tea and watches TV all day, and hasn’t wanted to get frisky in bed since she conceived their son two years ago. Now he just feels like part of the problem, living in a suburb like Ivyoke, and doing nothing with his life but going through the motions. Clark has a ton of great ideas, and a keenly sharp mind, but he’s at that stage in life where it just seems like there’s something more. And he’s about ready to find it.
Emily Weber-18
Emily is not at all what her family would have expected. Or anyone in this day and age would have expected, chances are. Her mother, who is more likely to hire someone to fix her dinner than to have a go at it herself is entirely endeared, if not somewhat baffled by her daughter’s domestic tendencies, and her father, gruff and equally confused by it, insists it’s a phase. But ever since Emily was 12 or 13, she’s been naturally predisposed to clean the house and often pleaded with the personal cook to take a night off. She’s a quiet girl, but creative and warm, and extremely submissive. Emily is a shy and confused young thing when it comes to sexuality. Her parents never bothered explaining it to her, and all she knows about it is gleaned from what her friends at the Ivyoke Institutions have mentioned. She is afraid to broach the subject, because she’s sure that as a senior in high school she should know more, but the extent of her experience is her own hand down her panties as she drifts off to bed (and even that, she feels a little guilty over.) Emily is a natural submissive, and the way she carries her self and uses her words and eyes reflect this as though she’d been trained for years to show it, but it all radiates from the untapped core of her sexual being. She is a thin girl, with supple, soft curves, a natural blush, and straight, well-kept reddish blonde hair to her shoulders. Her dark blue eyes are expressive and sweet, but rarely venture upward to lock gazes with whomever she’s speaking with. All said—she’s an explosion waiting to happen, and a pearl in an oyster’s shell waiting to be pried open.
Ian Pratt-20-- THIS ROLE TAKEN BY GAGONTHIS
Ian Pratt is the best kind of man, that is to say, he’s entirely his own. Though he’s young, his head is solid on his shoulders, and his feet firmly on the ground. He loves his life. He loves what he has and what he knows, and he loves what he doesn’t have yet, and hasn’t gotten the chance to experience. He’s olive-skinned, first-generation American whose parents both hail from Italy. He has taken up in one of the smaller abodes in Ivyoke, a place to park his bike and hang his coat up at night, but little more. He loves the wide open house, and its huge bay windows, and hasn’t furnished it, except for a washer and drier, a stove, fridge, and a bare mattress in the corner of one bedroom. He doesn’t need a mirror; he doesn’t preen. He’s got shaggy black hair, which he slicks back or wears messy. He likes stovepipe jeans and plain white shirts, or simple sweaters. He talks with a slight soft edge of an accent, and has a lady-slaying wink… but other than that, nobody knows much about him.
Ivy Vaughn-38
She is a legend to those who have had her, and an even bigger legend to those who haven’t, but want to. Vaughn is a name that has risen in the fashion industry unchecked, and Mrs. Vaughn has risen with it. Now an editor to her own magazine, not to mention her 15 year legacy of fashion design, she has amply enough money to find a home in the elegant neighborhoods of Ivyoke. She’s a true eccentric whose fashion label is provocative and sometimes blatantly sexual, and her claim to fame and the stamp of any Vaughn design is a waist-cinching corset, laced up tight. Demanding but delicate, she’s an elegant lady, no heavier than a teenaged girl, with an elegant, swanlike neck, an air or graceful experience, and a waist most men could wrap their hands around, fingers touching. She has a natural olive toned tan, and perceptive grey eyes. Her breasts are disproportionately large for someone as thin as she is. She’s got a coy smile and a beautiful silky mane of straight black hair with a streak of silver down the front. She owns one of the most majestic homes in the edition, which houses her, her two beautiful and slender Italian greyhounds, and a small team of stylists and personal assistants, not to mention whoever strikes her sexual fancy at the moment, which under her alluring and scrutinizing eyes could be anyone… she’s a lady of surprises.
Jonathan Hatfield-40-- THIS ROLE TAKEN BY ONHARRY
Mr. Hatfield is a self-made-made, and it shows, in his smile. He’s down to earth, and solid, really grounded in himself. He’s an extremely intelligent man who worked very successfully in the business world for years until he decided to take a step back from it all and just live life. Though his main residence is at the heart of Ivyoke, he travels often, usually just further along the east coast. He loves working with his hands, and he has another place, up the coast a short ways where he builds boats and occasionally takes a woman to sink his feet into the sand and relax for a few days before returning home. He’s got close cut dark hair and brilliant dark eyes that flicker somewhere along the cusp between black and midnight blue. His nose has a dignified bridge, making his profile almost Roman, and his chest is wide and strong. His hands are arguably the best part about him, thickly jointed, rough from work, and strong, like the rest of him. He isn’t at all pushy or overt; in fact, almost everything about him is subtle, from his taste in understated wine, to his low, warm voice. He is richly experienced, wise, and easy-going, a little soft-spoken at times, but absolutely the kind of person who draws you in. And in the bedroom… he’s a total surprise. He’s respectful of any woman he encounters, of course, but he’s deliciously rough, completely uninhibited, and a decidedly commanding presence. He’s been married twice before, but he laughs dismissively when his ex-wives are brought up. “Cold bitches,” he’ll say, smiling, showing that he has no scars unhealed, but he doesn’t mean it in any kind of vindictive way, he lives in too levelheaded a world for spite.
Pearl Parsons-33
You’d never guess it, looking at her, but Pearl has got one of the most rampant, and just plain vulgar, imaginations in town. She’s all vanilla, to the eye, not unpleasantly so, but she looks as though she’s just stepped out of Country Club 101. He likes polite skirts, just above the knee, fashionable shoes, and sweater sets. She has mile-long tanned legs, a tight butt, and a trim tummy. Her blonde and highlighted hair is razor-cut in the latest fashion around the ears and jaw-line, a little edgy, but not enough to disrupt her sense of everything-as-it-should-be. She’s straight out of a magazine. But she often finds herself tossing in bed, wondering, “Alright, I’ve taken all the steps to be delivered onto the doorstep of the “Perfect Life,” why am I not satisfied… what’s missing?” And answers come in multitude when her husband’s away at work and her mind is left to idle. And the answers are creative and crude and messy, and nothing at all like the polite in-and-out missionary-style sex she and her husband “enjoy” biweekly. Pearl looks every bit the part she plays—the housewife to a well-off 9-to-5’er, but it is just NOT what she was made to be. Pearl was meant for something more, something gritty and dirty and real. Pearl was meant for the life her daydreams are made of.
Rochelle Lamb-26
Rochelle Lamb didn’t grow up wealthy, her parents weren’t wealthy, she wasn’t wealthy, and to this day, none of them belong among Ivyoke’s elite. But Rochelle spends her days there, sure enough, inhabiting a dream world, but never truly becoming a part of it. She puts on the costume every day, and sets to work… dusting… and vacuuming, and scrubbing floors and picking up bratty kids, and serving coffee and brandy to people worth 1,000 times as much as her. Financially, that is. But Rochelle is a hell of a woman. Frustrated and down on her luck? Yes. In a bit of rut… fair enough. But she’s a hell of a woman. She’s not the most sexually experienced, and her fantasies aren’t the broadest or most exotic, but if asked… she’d almost certainly be up for anything. She’s adventurous and fiery, and playful, and real. She’s smart, if not the most extensively educated, she’s funny and fun. She’s got a little extra meat on her bones, not a lot, just enough to give her ass a jiggle and make her more substantial, a “real” woman. Her eyes are dark brown and her hair dark red. Her lips are full and a beautiful dark pink and she often finds herself biting on them nervously out of habit. She chews her nails when she’s thinking. She’s cute and beautiful at the same time. And she’s absolutely stunning in a maid’s outfit.
Stephanie Faust-23-- THIS ROLE TAKEN BY MOLLY_HUNTER28
Stephanie Faust lives with her two older brothers in the large home she grew up in with her parents. They both passed away over the past 6 years—her father when she was 17 and her mother when she was 21. Now she and her brothers, 27 and 29 keep up the beautiful old house, and continue on with their lives. She’s a complicated young woman, with many layers, each as delightful as the next. But she’s guarded, and not always the easiest person in the world to get to know. There are plenty of rumors of course, about her and her brothers, and some about all three of them, and who’s to say how many are true, for they have lost much of the communication they once had with the community when their parents died. But it is fair to say that none of them did much to stop any of the rumors, Stephanie least of all. She got a good kick out of the rumor that she was a lesbian… of course, she’s given it a spin, and she’d try it again, but she’s a man’s woman. The most popular and scandalous of the rumors is that she offers her brothers more than just emotional support. She gets a laugh out of that one, too, but doesn’t say much to affirm or deny. There are a slew of others, but too many to mention. At 5’4, she’s a rather small thing, her hair black (at the moment,) with streaks of white-blonde in the front. Her tongue is studded and her ears slightly gaged. Her skin is creamy white and her body is a dream, her back deliciously hollowing and dipping into the beautiful curve of a full, wide ass. Her breasts are perfect for her petite body, and her feet are tiny and cute. Truth told, she’s a wicked, beautiful girl who is part of a dying breed in the world… those who embrace taboo.
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