forum Home for the Clinically and Criminally Insane (Open OxO, Rated R, 18+ [ABSOLUTELY DO NOT STALK IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO TORTURE, ABUSE, MURDER, MENTIONS OF RAPE AND DRUG ABUSE, AND OTHER SUCH TOPICS])

Started March 12, 2023 by @andrew flash_on

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So. I have an idea.

Character A (me) is a well known Japanese psychopath and mass murderer, accountable for 2% of Japan's murder and homicide rates. She's kept in solitary confinement due to her unpredicatable nature, and has broken out more than 5 times, going on a killing spree with body counts in the hundreds before she's contained again.

For some reason, they decide to put Character B into solitary confinement to see how she and Character B interact.

Character A and Character B get along surprisingly well, and fall in love.

They start to delve into demonic rituals, to gain powers to help them become the ultimate duo of death and pain and to help them escape from their confinement.

After some time, they succeed.

This roleplay will cover serious and triggering topics for some viewers; I put a trigger warning in the title, but I'm repeating it here: Do NOT stalk if you are sensitive to torture, abuse, murder, mentions of rape and drug abuse and other such topics. This is a roleplay meant for adult roleplayers. It will cover the time from when Character A and Character B first meet to whatever time they achieve their goal of bathing the world in blood. This will be a FxF roleplay.

1. Cursing is fine, just don't go overboard!
2. Be online often; I'm generally online from 2:40 PM CST to anywhere from 10:00 PM CST to 3:30 AM CST. Occassionally, I'll be on all day but that's rare except for the weekends.
3. Be at least semi-literate. Punctuation at the least so I know when a sentence ends and another starts!
4. Be kind out of character! I'm pretty understanding when it comes to rudeness, but if I feel that it keeps happening even after I try and help you, I'm not going to roleplay with you. I understand, nowadays life is stressful but don't take it out on me please!
5. If there's smut, bring it to PMs!
6. If I have not roleplayed with you before I will ask to see a writing sample. I reserve the right to turn you down! It means nothing against you, some writing styles work better with mine than others.

Oh can I join this?

it sounds like death note but it a good idea

Hey, moderator here 👋. Friendly reminder that 18+ rp's are for people who are 18+. And as you've previously stated that you are a minor, I would say this isn't a fit for you, thanks.

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Name: Akuma Bachiko (Akuma is her surname, Bachiko is her given name) ⎮ Her old I.D. number for when she was first made in a lab was XC-164326-U-98
Age: 29 (as of the start of the roleplay)
Gender: Demigirl
Pronouns: She/They
Sexuality: Lesbian
Personality: Psychotic, prone to fits of extreme rage, doesn't like being touched, hates being called stupid, loves blood (not their own, other people's), extremely unpredictable, loves violence for violence's sake, when cornered they turn into a feral beast, hates being in enclosed spaces, hates the dark, hates doctors and scientists, hates hospitals and mental institutions, loves killing/maiming tiny things like children; they love and hate women: hate the way that they're all prettier than them in their eyes, but loves the way their bodies feel, loves the way they scream and cry in pleasure, pain or both; hates men and just kills them outright.
Appearance-
Height & Weight: 5'4", 210 lbs
Physical Features: https://s3.amazonaws.com/notebook-content-uploads/content/uploads/original/e6c55939-404d-4f30-9443-c4c3390f0519.jpg?1678571624 ⎮⎮⎮ Her eyes are actually a dull purple-red color that flashes orangeish-purple in certain lightings. Her pupils are slitted like a snake's, and she has altered incisors and molars so that they're sharper and more adept at tearing into and through flesh.
Style/Aesthetic: https://pin.it/7Jc93nk; https://pin.it/5GRK8wA
Talents: Killing, torture, knives; she has extreme speed and strength, has minimal ability to see heat signatures, has improved vision in dim areas (still has normal human sight in dark places) and has an increased healing factor and a high metabolism.
Hobbies: Killing, torture, knives, chasing down victims, crucifying men
Likes: Killing, torture, knives, blood, screams of pain, violence, women
Dislikes: Men, being cornered, tightly enclosed spaces, darkness, doctors, scientists, hospitals, laboratories, mental institutions
Background (Optional): Akuma was made in a lab in Japan deep underground as part of a human weapon program, to see how much they could alter a human child's DNA without causing extreme mutations or unwanted deaths. Akuma was the culmination of this process. She was deemed a success and was moved to a deeper level of the laboratory, where she was subject to extreme physical and mental "stimulation" so the scientists could see the limits of their project; whenever she wasn't being experimented on with electricity, sensory deprivation tanks and other such things, she'd usually be under lock and key at the lowest levels of the compound and would get. . . visits from some of the more brave male staff members. As it turns out, her limits were quite hard to reach for her mental state and near impossible for her physical state. But they managed it with her mental state, and when she broke, she broke hard. She escaped from them at 19, slaughtering the entire building's staff with her bare hands and escaping out into the world. She's been causing chaos every since.
Other (Mental/Physical Conditions - Optional): Bipolar Disorder, Dissocaitive Identity Disorder; No known physical conditions.

Heh-I'll fill that out soon

Omg-:I have the perfect character for this-

lol alright!

Name: Samantha Wright (Sam)
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/They
Sexuality: Bi, but leans more towards women.
Personality: She's pretty quiet and keeps to herself most of the time. Preferring not to be noticed by anyone. That's because she's afraid they'll find out about how much she enjoys pain. Not other people's pain, but her own pain. She prefers to be left to herself, and not be bothered.
Appearance: Sam has long black hair that falls to her waist that she keeps on a braid coiled around her head in a bun. When light hits it, it shines a dark blue. She has lightly tanned skin normally, but it's paled after she was put into solitary confinement.
Height & Weight: She stands at about 5'3" and weighs 1 12lbs.
Physical Features: She has multiple scars on her arms and legs from self harm, and one that starts under her ear and runs along her jaw stopping at her chin.
Style/Aesthetic: Whatever she gets her hands on, as long as it's dark clothes. She also always wears this one leather jacket (Before it was taken from her). Typically, she'll prefer dark blue or black jeans along with a crop top dark colored shirt.
Talents: She has a knack for taking random things and making them hurt, like reading, she'll take her finger and give herself paper cuts
Hobbies: Hurting herself, finding new ways to get hurt.
Likes: Reading, cleaning, loud electronica music, people who are willing to hurt her with no restraints.
Dislikes: there's nothing she won't try, but she really dislikes people forcing her to do something she doesn't really want to do. She does have some if not many, boundaries.
Background (Optional): She grew up perfect normal. Until she was about 15, when she could clearly remember her parents murder right in front of her eyes. After his big brothers death in a car crash a few months before and her best friend leaving her to become friends with the person who would ways pick on then at school, this sent her over the edge.
Over the edge meant learning g to relish the pain. The depression of her brothers death, the heartache at her friends betrayal and the trauma of her parents death. She figured that relishing it would be better than suffering.
For the next three years of her life, she was sent from family to family to family, all of them claiming she was too much work, that there was no saving her from her 'depression'. They all thought she wanted to kill herself. She didn't want death, because on death, their would be no more pain.
They would take her in, not believing any of the social workers warnings. After all, how could such a quiet, pretty girl want to hurt herself? She was always sent back after a few months.
Until she landed in a cesspool of a home. She loved that home, but she felt bad for her foster mother, who didn't seem to enjoy the beatings her foster father gave her. Sam would always intervene, turning her foster fathers attention onto her. She liked the pain, so why not take it from someone else who didn't like it?
Once she was 18, she left the cesspool, taking her foster mother with her, who she had come to slowly love. She took care of her until her death when Sam was 24. This pain was another one she soon learned to relish, lonliness.
But sometimes, in the moments of sanity, she would wonder why the world did this to her. Then, those moments would end and she would go back to the pain.
Her stunts got more and more frequent and more and more severe. When the doctors realized she wasn't doing anything that would kill herself, only hurt, they decided to put her in and insane asylum, locking her into solitary confinement.
Other (Mental/Physical Conditions - Optional): Very seriously a Masochist.

(Lol same here with Akuma)

Today was the day.

Today was the day that she, Akuma, would finally have someone to play with. She'd been daydreaming and thinking for hours about all the ways she'd have fun with her cellmate, how beautiful her cellmates screams would be as she slowly tore whoever it was apart. These thoughts, the anticipation of waiting for the pleasure of ripping someone apart after months of waiting, were the only things keeping her even remotely sane.

Her face was still slightly flushed from her little show with herself earlier, when the thoughts had been giving her such deep feelings inside her that she couldn't help but release them with her fingers.

She was listening carefully all the same, though. Waiting for when she'd get her first look at her new cellmate.

She sees ssomething out of the corner of her eye - and old "friend" of hers - and turns to look at it, wiggling her fingers happily at the writhing image of a naked woman, strapped down to a table. Most of her face had been removed.

She turns quickly back to the door, hearing voices outside of it, and grins, waiting for her newest "friend" to enter.