Simon Fallengrove has lost his memory and he doesn’t know where to find it…
My character, Simon, is the hero of the story. Beloved by all, the handsome blondie that is worshipped and adored by near everyone on earth. He’s become the poster child and weapon of the All-Seeing Eye, the current government running this version of Earth. Your character is the villain, the hated and bastardized sadboy who runs the revolution against the Eye. He knows that this government will stop at nothing to destroy everything his revolutionary forces have worked for. But when Simon Fallengrove has lost his memory and is found wandering the streets of the bad side of town, naked and confused as to where and who he is, of course the revolution captures him. But what happens when they realize Simon has been wiped clean, a clean slate ready for brainwashing? Of course, your character seduces him and pretends to be his lover.
Ok so. Essentially, Simon was given a mind wiping drug by the Eye after he began to question the motives of the Eye and their government, and before it took effect he escaped and landed in the slums of Radio City where your character’s revolution lives. Your character quickly figures out his boytoy enemy is really gone (at least, all he knows is his name and how to. Like. Function.) and decides to make use of this victory by pretending to be married to Simon and getting the superpowered man to do his bidding. Ultimately, Simon doesn’t actually know there’s an ulterior motive behind this and is for all intents and purposes actually at least liking your character, but overall it’s kinda. Like. Messed up.
Anyways there will be gore, violence, dark themes, swearing and smut. No use of slurs or hate speech will be tolerated here. Have fun!!
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Name:
Age: (27-28)
Gender Identity and AGAB:
Pronouns:
Sexuality: (mlm)
Appearance:
Wardrobe:
Personality:
Theme song(s)?:
Other?:
Name: Simon Fallengrove
Age: 27 but looks barely over 18 due to the age-slowing drugs he’s been given.
Gender Identity and AGAB: FtM trans man, afab
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Gay
Appearance: Simon has albinism and has one red eye, one blue, with palest pale skin and shock white hair that falls to his waist. He has had top surgery and has been outfitted with a machine that produces artificial testosterone for him that is the size of a microchip and sits within his left shoulder. He has not had a hysterectomy or bottom surgery. As of current, there is no tracking tech on him (see “Other”). He is slim, short, with a round cherub face and pale, full lips that have just the faintest amount of tint to them.
Wardrobe: Currently? Only the clothes that he’s been given by the revolution.
Personality: Before, Simon was dull, stupid, and weak willed, but strong and willing to do whatever the Eye told him to do. Now, he is curious, kind, and innocent, but afraid and not sure what to do next.
Powers: Simon can use telekinesis, mind control, super strength and flight, however he cannot read the minds he controls and cannot lift what he couldn’t normally lift. However he can lift quite a bit due to the super strength soooo… yeah!
Theme song(s)?: Primadonna by MARINA, High Enough by K.Flay
Other?: Simon doesn’t have any tracking tech in him, he ripped it out before the memory wipe and escaped before they were able to implant new ones in.
This is a really cool idea, I'd be down to do this!
(Honestly, that looks really good- perfectly my cup of tea. . . but Desvelarse got here first. . .)
(I could do one with both of you?? If that sounds ok??)
(Yeah, sounds good to me)
(Ok! I’ll make a new thread for us and Desvelarse and I can have this one!!)
(Ok! Once you get your character up we can discuss plot a little more and begin!)
(Ok awesome!! I’m about to go into work so I won’t be able to get the character up until later, so just a heads up on that)
Alright hi! Let me know if he's ok
Name: Yeong (yee-on) Navarro
Age: 28 years old
Gender Identity and AGAB: Male, amab
Pronouns: He/him
Sexuality: Pansexual, heavy male preference.
Appearance: (General appearance based off of: https://instagram.com/xaviserrano?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==). Height wise, he is 6’1. His build is more on the toned and muscular side. He has tattoo sleeves starting at his wrists and going up his arms to his throat, ending at his jawline. His ears are pierced, and he tends to wear black or silver studs in those piercings.
Wardrobe: He tends to wear dark, street style clothing when he is not in the public eye. When in the public eye, he dresses formally, though he tends to hate it and feel uncomfortable.
Personality: Tends to be more on the extroverted side. He is flirtatious with those that he is attracted to. That consists of direct remarks on appearance/personality and clever one liners from time to time. He seems quite clever. He is extremely loyal to 'the Eye' and takes his position at the head of it seriously. He is seasoned with knowledge having to do with street smarts. Around his friends and relationship partners, he is very open and loud, seeming like a complete open book, though he picks and chooses who he will give his deep opinions to. Talking about his negative emotions is not something he enjoys doing, and he will often brush it off with humor as a way to cope. He is a bit of a masochist as well, and not very gentle handed. He knows what he wants, and he will do anything it takes to get it. He is possessive of his lovers, and would much rather keep them all for himself.
Theme song(s)?: EXORCIST by Kxllswxtch, I LOVE YOU HOE by Odetari
Other?: Was originally born in Spain, and speaks both English and Spanish fluently. He has a Spanish accent as well. He enjoys playing soccer, and played it throughout high school.
Uhh, I think as cool as your character is he’s supposed to be the guy fighting against the Eye. Not to say he isn’t neat, but I feel like since this doesn’t fit within the prompt you might wanna do a few tweaks? Sorry!
ACTUALLY WAIT. Disregard that I have an idea. One sec lol
Ok so. Imagine that Simon’s little brain wiping operation goes successfully. They wipe his mind, put the tracking tech back in, and overall he’s back to being their good little poster child and weapon. And your character, out of self gratification or pure evil or lust or whatever, decides to pretend that the two are married, or at least are lovers with intention to marry. Simon believes it all, and becomes very fond of your character out of principle and due to his bent morals. But once he finds out the truth he goes to the revolutionary forces and BAM. Your character goes ballistic, and etc etc story plot etc etc.
Uhh, I think as cool as your character is he’s supposed to be the guy fighting against the Eye. Not to say he isn’t neat, but I feel like since this doesn’t fit within the prompt you might wanna do a few tweaks? Sorry!
OH OMG I read the original prompt wrong and that he was the leader, that’s my bad LMAO. Was clearly brain dead after work
We can either do the OG prompt or the one you just mentioned and I can tweak Yeong a bit. He’s originally a member of a cartel, so I could change it back to something similar to that.
Hmm, I think I like this new idea better! It seems fun!! And Yeong works for this new prompt pretty well. Do you wanna discuss plot some more or just begin?
Ok ok, so sorry again LMAO. I’m down to just begin!
Ok!! And don’t apologize, I like expanding on my ideas with other people’s feedback!
Ok good, it was a long night at work so I was clearly using a few less brain cells when writing. Did you want to write up the starter?
(Ok awesome! Can’t wait!)
Simon awoke-or rather, came to-in an operating room, a surgeon’s mask hovering over his face like some sleep paralysis devil or even a gargoyle. The mask was, presumably, attached to the rest of the surgeon, but it was difficult to pinpoint what was surgeon and what was the machines they were controlling.
“Do you remember anything?” the surgeon asked, to which Simon replied, “Remember?”
“Good.” said the surgeon, not affording Simon an explanation as to who or where he was, or who the surgeon was and what the surgeon was doing. Simon realized he was strapped down, he craned his chin as far as he could and noticed that his organs were spilling out of his chest and stomach like they had exploded; the gore was all over and blood surrounded him. He didn’t scream, surprisingly none of this hurt and it seemed like this would all be over soon anyways with how the robots and machines scurried about to piece things back together.
Simon leaned his head down, body completely numb at this point and unable to feel anything. He didn’t see the machinery the surgeon was organizing within his body, didn’t see the tracking device they implanted in his neck. He looked up towards the ceiling, and tried to fall back into that intoxicating space between consciousness and sleep. But he was awake, and he didn’t know what he was doing here, much less who he was or anything to do with this whole situation.
But he did notice that another person was in the room. Instead of a faceless, featureless surgeon, he was able to see that there was a man here. He wore a dark, torn jacket that fell to his knees and had tattoos all the way up to his jaw, dark curls falling in his face. Simon, on the other hand, was fully nude. He felt more embarrassed than concerned, if anything. He noticed the man say something to the surgeon, but didn’t notice what, ears buzzing with adrenaline now.
Yeong had insisted he be there for every second of the surgery. Partly to make sure things went ok, but mostly because of a morbid curiosity that he had about the procedure. It had been gory, but it was nothing he wasn’t used to seeing. He made eye contact with Simon, but wasn’t even sure if he could even really see him. He assumed the male was drugged up heavily enough to not really have a complete idea on what was going on, or where he was. That was a good thing, though.
He turned his head away to look towards the surgeon. “So, it worked?” he pressed, brows raised expectantly.
“Yes, it worked perfectly. We just have to piece him back together, then he’s all yours,” the surgeon confirmed with a nod of his head.
A wild grin formed on Yeong’s lips at that. All his. While that might not have been what the surgeon meant, he took it as such. He took a step forward, leaning down to be a tad closer to Simon. “Can you hear me, pobre cosa?” he hummed, his grin turning into a softer smile as he waited to see how Simon would react.
