#Necrofear

About the writer

Writer Tag: Necrofear
Age: 23 (Yes I can and do write smut/lewd content.)
Gender: Female
Personal Twitter: Ask and you shall receive

More details about what I am willing to write, my schedule, my writing preferences, and other important things can be found in the Rules section!

I work full-time with children and I am in college, so at times I may get busy and won't be around.
I have ADHD which makes it so my muses are constantly bouncing around and I'm very forgetful. I do try my very best to keep up with SLS but sometimes I need a reminder.**


I don't mind writing crossovers with other fandoms! I'm not familiar with every single fandom, obviously, but I will do a quick Google search and try to learn a bit about the fandom or character if it is one I'm not familiar with.

Fandoms I am Familiar With:

Fandoms I am Slightly Familiar With:

Rules, Regulations, and Preferences

To start off let me just put a few basic things here, hopefully these things will help you decide if I would be a good fit as a writing partner for you!

+I will roleplay on the TL or in DMs
+I will write triggering content [ Such as Dark, Horror, Gore, Angst, Abuse, etc.]
+My DMS are open on all of my accounts, feel free to slide right in and ask to RP!
+I enjoy descriptive SLs & I tend to prefer to plot these out in some complicity.

+I will smut/lewd in DMs or on the TL
+I WILL NOT write smut/lewd with anyone under 18. (Please don't lie about your age just to write smut with me OR with anyone)
ABOUT BANTER
-I will banter with just about anyone, feel free to reply to banter I post, or to send me random mentions that contain banter.

-I will not always respond to banter, at some point I may get busy and forget OR loose interest in the banter.

-Sometimes banter will turn into a serious SL if that happens then I will probably ask before hand if you would like it to become a SL.



Please for the love of Chuck don't get upset if I don't respond to banter or if I stop responding.


ABOUT SLS
-I can and will be selective with SLS

-I prefer detailed SLS

-If I feel you are loosing interest or not putting any effort into the SL anymore I will ask if you wish to continue. If you don't want to then please be truthful

-I try not to drop SLS but as I said in the about my section I have ADHD and I am very forgetful. I require reminders sometimes

-Do not rush replies or I will drop you

-Most SL replies will be done on weekends. So typically there will be a minimum of a weeks wait for a reply. (Though it can be much shorter this is just because I do work and go to school during the week. I don't want to promise replies during the week if I might not be able to actually do them.)

-If I get busy I will make a post on my main account. I might not send out a message letting you know.

ABOUT SHIPPING
-Most of my accounts are multiship but I am willing to change to some of them to singleship

-I typically do not ship any specific people or characters

-I will ship just about everything as long as there is slight chemistry between the characters

-I also write plotted/planned ships. This means that the ship was discussed and agreed to with prior, detailed, planning of an SL and/or background between the characters.

-If the character is single ship I will most likely end up shipping the character with one written by a writer I know and have writing chemistry with over those I haven't interacted with a lot.

-Do not think that you will get a ship just by asking. I will not just ship my characters for the hell of it.

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Main Account

• Aeron

• x13

Character Type: Original Character
Character Fandom: Fandomless|ABO

Multiverse Information

This character is multiverse. There are various different verses and they represent different SLS that are going on, or the verse for an SL that I would like to do. There can be multiple SLS based in one verse.

Verse 1: Club Owner
SL 1: with @artfulbeaut

Verse 2: MuderKillerVerse

Verse 3: Omegaverse
SL 1: with @TheFirstBladc

Verse 4: Harem|Brothel Owner
SL 1: with @FallcnMyth

Verse 5: Supernatural
SL 1: with @HeavensNoodle
SL 2: with @FeistyHuntcr

Information for Ships

This character is multiship. Aeron is bi with a strong lean towards women. He doesn't fall for anyone very easily after having his wife and child die before his eyes and being powerless to stop it, but Aeron will have sex and flirt a lot with others.

If Aeron declares you to be one of his Pet's then there is a good chance that he cares deeply for you. Though it isn't an official 'ship'.

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His Pets

Aeron also has "pets" these are people he cares for and likes, yet he won't go as far as saying they are anything more to him because he fears being to weak to protect those he loves after what happened in the past.

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Blaine: His Baby Boy

Current SLS

Click the image below and you will be taken to a list of current SLS

SOLOS

• Solo 1: The Past

Solo: Remembering The Past

Aeron remembers sometimes. How he came to be as he is. Not how he was born, because he doesn’t think he was born, he is something else, something inhuman. A demon of darkness and sin. How and when he came into existence is something faded from his many centuries of memories, he couldn’t even tell you how long he had lived. The years went by in blurs at the beginning. Just living day to day, traveling between the realm of monsters and the human world.
But what he does remember, as far back as he can remember, the earliest memories. These shaped him into who he is today. Most of his earlier memories are awful, until he met her. Let us save the story of her for another time though.
This story, this part of it anyway, is of when he was young and stupid, probably only a few hundred years old, he was stubborn, strong willed, and full of himself, that got him into a good amount of trouble. There were demons stronger than him, able to take him down within mere minutes and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. Which is how he ended up caged. Chains cutting into his pale flesh, a gag silencing his hateful words causing drool to drip from the corners of his mouth down his chin and eventually drop onto his bare chest. Despite this Aeron growled the best he could around the uncomfortable device that had been forced into his mouth and strapped behind his head. The leather chaffed his cheeks, causing the skin to turn red with irritation at how tight they had strapped it. His eyes were dark and filled with hate, a glare fixated on anyone who neared him.
“You’re a pretty thing, stupid, but pretty.”
Aeron lifted his head and glared with all the hate in the world at the rough voice that spoke to him from beyond the bars. Micha was the red headed demons name. He had cold, calculating eyes that caused Aeron to shiver internally. Micha was a demon and a slaver. Hunting down weaker demons that could be sold to higher up and stronger demons. That much was apparent when he had first pinned Aeron down on the ground with little effort. He had leaned down to taunt Aeron. Whispering words of his plans for the young hybrid.

“It’s another week or so to the market. Heard you bit Thomus when he brought you food. I laughed. Unfortunate for you it means you get to wear that gag, fortunately for me it means I get to use this.” Micha held up another kind of gag and a tube, it was thin and despite never seeing something like it before Aeron knew whatever it was that Micha planned to do with it would not be pleasant.

“I will have fun breaking you.” Micha stated as he stepped beyond the bars nearing Aeron.

Aeron tugged against the chains, with all his strength. He pulled against the metal trying to get free so he could wrap his hands around the other demon’s throat and crush it in his hands. He was a youngling but he had the bloodlust of a full-fledged demon. The actions caused the metal to cut his skin which bled slightly before starting to heal. Micha simply laughed before tugging a lever, it caused the chains to shorten, until he was forced back against the wall, his arms stretched out, if there had been a cross behind him it would look almost as if he was being crucified.

“Much better.” Micha taunted before expertly removing the ball gag from his mouth and inserting the strange one. It pinched his cheeks and forced him to keep his mouth open around the cold metal.

“You might want to take a breath, this is going to be unpleasant, but you see we can’t let you starve. Despite what you might think the customers actually prefer healthy looking demons to purchase and well one as pretty as you will fetch a pretty price.”
His glare never left the other demon, he didn’t heed the words, instead choosing to be stubborn. The thin tub was held up, Micha waiting a second and shrugged when Aeron refused to take the deep breath.
“Fine have it your way.” Micha shoved the tube down Aeron’s throat, it caused Aeron to choke around it, gagging and drool dripping out of his mouth, unable to swallow the clear liquid. His tongue was pressed down by the tube.
His body shaking as his lungs burned before he breathed in through his nose. It was unpleasant and Aeron tried to bite the tube only to have the gag pinch his cheeks once more. The next thing he knew was a liquid was pouring down his throat, it was strange feeling, the pureed food being deposited in his stomach via the tube. Aeron had closed his eyes as his stomach churned, an ache starting to develop as he was filled. It was another several minutes before he was done, his stomach bloated due to how much food he was been given. It was unpleasantly tight and he felt like vomiting. In fact, that’s exactly what he did as soon as Micha removed the tube with a tug and without warning.
❝Hahaha.” Micha laughed.
As Aeron gagged, gasped, and vomited on himself. The pressure of being overfed lessening due to being able to expel some of the contents from within. The stomach acid burned his throat and some even went up his nose. He shook as he tried to compose himself, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes even as he glared at Micha. Bile dripping down his neck and chest, since he couldn’t bend over due to the chains locked in place.
❝Well time for me to go eat myself. I’ll be back to feed you again in the morning.” Micha shoved the ball gag back in Aeron’s mouth before slinking out from the cage.
Aeron was left covered in his own bile for the rest of the night. It wouldn’t be the worst state Micha would leave him in overnight though, nor would it be the last unpleasant experience with the redheaded demon. It was only the first. Aeron was young and not as physically strong as Micha but he was stubborn and refused to simply give in to becoming a slave like the other demons and even humans in the cages around him. That was his best and worst decision. The week and a half before arriving at the markets was filled with more force feedings, humiliation, deration, beatings, bondage, and debasing. By the time they arrived Aeron didn’t think things could get any worse. Yes, he was to be sold but nothing the person that bought him did to him could be worse.

He was wrong. So very wrong.
The demon that bought him Aeron never learned the name of. He was simply Master, even as Aeron many, many years later ripped him to shreds after his full demonic powers awoke in him.

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Character Type: Original Character
Character Fandom: Overwatch

Personality:

Due to her upbringing, years of torment, abuse, neglect, odd affection, being raised by Talon and part of many experiments she tends to shift moods or personalities, you could almost say she is bi-polar. They aren’t separate identities, but they are a sort of mind frame which can change based on a trigger or just her general mood.

Mission Based Personality: Cold, calculating, succeed at all costs, deadly, eager to please, seductive, flirty, quick witted, cocky, little room for emotion.

When she doesn’t know someone: Distrusting, closed off, Oblivious, has no filter, Easy to anger, silent, doesn’t talk much, avoids interaction. Will glare and scowl a lot, shy

Once she knows someone/With friends: Loyal, trusting, can keep a secret, cuddly, happy, kind, will do anything to help a friend, tries to make people happy, enjoys a challenge, almost care-free, hurt her friend and she will get you

Child-like: Is a little shit, states the obvious, is curious, sneaky, easily embarrass, no concept of personal space, annoying, easily startled, easily scared, quick to upset or anger, clumsy, kinda clueless, a precious bean.

Verse 1 (Pre-fall of Overwatch)

In this verse x13 wakes up a few days after the raid on the Talon base. She is initially confused & feels threatened after that passes she joins Overwatch & with the help of Overwatch she begins to heal from her past.

Verse 1 AU (Blackwatch)

In this verse everything is the same as Verse 1, but she is offered a chance to join Blackwatch. Her skills and past better suited to the work done by Blackwatch agents.

Verse 2 (After the fall of Overwatch)

In this verse X13 awakens after Overwatch has fallen. Angela having not given up hope that eventually the girl would awaken. She does and decides to stay with Angela for a while.

Verse 3 (Talon)

Moria having read x13's file is intrigued, she takes the unconscious x13 with her. Once x13 awakens, due to partial memory loss Moria easily manipulates her into believing she's a Talon agent hurt on a mission with Widowmaker, Reaper, & Sombra.

Verse 4 (Recall)

In this verse x13 woke up & swiftly escaped from Overwatch. With no recollection of who she is, she disappeared & became a gun for hire. When the recall happened, Winston sent recalled agents out to recruit new members. X13 ends up being a new recruit.

Enhancements and Purpose:

Cyber-bionic eyes

Both eyes have been replaced with highly advanced cyber-bionic copies. These eyes look normal except for when they glow, which is something she has no control over, though when she is consciously using them they will glow brighter. The eyes have many uses.

X-ray, night, and thermal vison

Tactical aim enhancement

Medical Scan

Long range sight

Battle analysis

Body language analysis

Environmental Hazard Scanning

Bionic Left Arm

The entire arm and hand, including the shoulder and part of her collar bone.

Allows for monitoring of her nanites via a screen, interaction with augmented screens and projections. Hidden needle for piercing flesh to inject nanites into another human is in the palm. A hidden blade can be reveled from the wrist. Stronger grip can eerily break necks, hidden wires to connect and hack into mainframes and other tech, strong metal that helps keep her abilities from fritzing out her mechanical parts.

Voice Modulator

By replacing her voice box with the voice modulator, she is able to mimic another’s voice, or mimic sounds. She can also disguise her voice.

Hearing Enhancement-Left Ear

A hearing aid like implant has been permanently placed within her left ear.

This allows her to zone in on certain voices or sounds, hear easily through walls, and around her.

Bionic Left Leg

This enhancement is her left foot up to her knee and is attached by the knee and back of her thigh.

Speed and jump boost.

Strong metal adds a bit more force to her kicks.

Storage for small smoke bombs, sebon needles, small daggers, and vials of poison/sedatives

Bionic Right Leg

This enhancement encompasses her right foot, calf, knee, up to mid-thigh. Speed and jump boost.

Strong metal adds a bit more force to her kicks.

Storage for small smoke bombs, sebon needles, small daggers, and vials of poison/sedatives

Nanites

Microscopic little robots which have a few different purposes, they are infused with her blood, her synthetic skin, and her actual flesh. The main purpose is to speed up healing, the second is to assist with hacking, scouting, killing, and tracking. She can release them from her body through her left arm which was designed to allow flawless interaction, monitoring, and releasing of the nanites from her body.

Once released a sort of screen on her arm will show the location of the nanites, with augmented technology she is able to direct them to complete specific tasks.

The third purpose is defense, the nanites embed into her flesh can create a sort of pulse that acts as a shield over her flesh, effectively working like armor and minimizing damage, she can concentrate more nanites to a certain area of her body and effectively “harder” the flesh there.

Synthetic Skin

Feels and looks like regular skin, blends in with her actual flesh, has touch sensors which allow her to feel the sensations of touch over it but not as strongly as if someone touched her real flesh.

SOLO 1: The Masked Man

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Pause.

R  e  p  e  a  t.

Like a broken record, yet instead of being able to turn off the player your stuck with the sounds. Constantly, with no end.

To make things even better, the noise manages to break through the hazy fog clouding her mind, despite the heavy tiredness that weight down on her like a stone that is simply too heavy to move, much like her limbs. There is a prickly feeling that spreads over her entire body, sometimes the feeling becomes a sharp stab that causes her to inhale sharply.

"You're awake. Good, good. We would have hated to begin without you 13."

She knows that means something terrible is coming, it always does when it's /that/ voice she hears speaking. The voice of the devil.

It had to be.

The voice of pure evil.

When she first heard that voice it had been years ago, or maybe not...time becomes something that so easily slips from ones’ grasp. Especially if there isn't much to indicate time had even been passing. When had she last seen the su-

"Up! Up! Now!" The voice shrieks, forcing her to gather the little strength she

 had to open her eyes. A struggle but eventually her surroundings come into focus. On the other side of the glass is the masked man. He looks at her like some sort of prized pig, that will soon be sent to the slaughter.

"Ah, good..."

Without warning he opened the glass tube that housed her body, in a rush of water she tumbled from the containment unit. Landing with a hard this on the ground, the mask that made it easy for her to breath submerged in the tube now only serving to make her breathing struggled. The shirt and pants clung to her body in an unpleasant manner, not that she could express any of these things.

No, instead she was left to practically flail around like a fish out of water, just without moving. She was far too tired. Had she even been able to sleep for very long? She must not have, usually when she does get a bit more than an hour or two she manages to dream, very briefly, but a dream is a dream. She doesn't remember dreaming anything though.

 Harsh hands remove her breathing mask, another equally as rough pair strap her to the cold table. The cold metal pressed up against her wet arms, brings her mind back to the present events happening around her. The masked man mumbles to himself, something he does often, before he pulls a small box from seemingly nowhere. Then he pulls put the tools. So, another surgery. Though torture session would be more appropriate. Considering she rarely receives any anesthetic. At best she gets a numbing shot, but that only dulls the pain so much.

 "You're so lucky that they chose you, such a luck girl." The masked man mumbles.

"Today I'm going to give you new parts...specifically a new pair of eyes..."

E y e s.

No.

No.

Her body reacts on instinct before her mind fully comprehend. Eyes squeeze shut, not that it stops the man. He simply uses one hand to hold her eyelids apart while his other hand, with practiced grace, slowly cuts her eye from its socket. She screams, not just from the physical pain but the psychological pain too. By the time he removed her second eye her voice was hoarse, in her condition it's a surprise her voice didn’t give out sooner.  

"There, there, it will all be okay..." The man mocks sympathy as he does whatever else he planned to do.

At the time her mind was too broken to realize it, but a few weeks would reveal she had been given cybernetically enhanced eyes, which would be quite useful in the future.

The first time she would see anything with her new eyes, the first thing she saw was her bloody face. Next, she would see the masked man and her eyes, the ones he stole from her. He placed them in a blender and then shoved down her throat. The man was a sick twisted fuck and one day she would escape. Not before getting payback. By the time she finished with her revenge you wouldn't be able to tell flesh and bone from anything else. A truly horrific scene would be left behind. Something only a monster is capable of and a monster is what they tried to make her.

 But everyone knows you can't control a monster forever.

Eventually the monster will break free.

• Back to X13's Bio

SOLO 2: Missions

Despite the circumstances, any chance to leave the rooms she was usually confined to was like a gift. Even though it meant something bad, more accurately she would be doing something bad. Still she couldn't help but be excited. How many years had it been since she was able to see the sun or stars? It had to have been a lot.

The blonde wasn't a child anymore, that much she knew, but she wasn't aware of her exact age. With all the things they did to her at least 40% of her was a cybernetic, bionic, or robotic enhancement; not that anyone could tell. After all they wanted a weapon that could take down their enemies without suspicion, so, all of her looked human.

What was she thinking about again?

X13 shook her head. Often this would happen to her.

Forgetting what she he been thinking about. It was as common as the weird shifts in behavior and mood.

Coping mechanisms.

"Come on." Ah, there he is. The masked man.

Come to take her to get ready for the mission. Most likely with a threat or 3 thrown in about what would happen should she fail. Time to escape back into her head for now. Sometimes she didn't even know she had slipped away from the real world and into a daydream. It happened so often.

Once she was aware of her surroundings she was having her hair styled. The dress they put on her was far too pretty for a simple outing. "Stupid girl. You're going to a gala. You'll need to not draw attention to yourself and don't fail to eliminate the target." The woman tugged on her blonde curls rather harshly. It was a dull pain, one she had gotten so used too. Sadly. Within minutes she was hearing the last threats of what would happen should she fail and then she was escorted by an unknown male. Her 'date' and probably another scientist like the masked man.

Boring.

Rich, stuffy, judgmental women and men stood around chatting and she just lingered, looking out for the target.

A small voice told her she could totally run.

Right now.

Never go back to that dreary, dark, insufferable place.

But she knew better.

She wouldn't last a day.

"Target located." A voice chimed, one only she could hear.

X13 shook her head as she set down the glass she had been pretending to drink on a random nearby table. Making her way over to the target. Her heart pounded. She's about to kill someone.

"Oof." She squeaked as she collided with the target, almost falling.

"Oh! I'm so sorry." The target reached out to help steady her.

"I really need to watch what I'm doing.", was added.

Quickly recovered and spoke, tone sultry "It's alright, I wasn't paying attention either. I was looking for my date I fear I may have been ditched."

The words flowed so naturally, it was almost hard to believe everything was meticulously planned. Right down to the things she would say. Like a script in a play and she the had the role of the leading lady and the target, though unaware of it, the leading man.

A good one too, he followed everything perfectly. Blissfully ignorant that each passing second grew closer to the final scene in the metaphorical play. The final scene in which he would die, by her hand.

She didn’t want to kill him but, /better them than her/.

 "Well maybe you would like to join me then?" The targets voice broke through her thoughts. With a smile she answered, "I'd love too. No point in waiting around alone and bored."

The target offered an arm which x13 kindly accepted. "Good job x13. Now finish it." The voice of the masked man rang through her head.

It's time.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay, maybe some fresh air."

No. That's not what I'm sorry for. She wanted to say but didn't.

"Lead the way." She smiled. They turned down a hall out of sight. The target hadn't even been aware of the impending death.

It happened so fast.

Exactly as planned.

"Target eliminated."

"/Good girl/. Now come home." The masked man said.

She didn't even get more than a glance at the stars.

"Let's go." The man from before, the one that had brought her to the gala, grabbed her by the arm and quickly lead her out of the building.

No other words.

Just more silence.

• Back to X13's Bio

SOLO 3: Found

"Who do you think she is?" A rough, deep voice questioned as they looked at the unconscious female.

The discovery of the girl had been a surprise to everyone, though it shouldn't have shocked them that much. After all they had discovered her at a Talon base. The mission reports on the incident that lead to the girl being in their custody were a bit curious.

Apparently, she hadn't attacked any of their agents, instead she had completely ignored those that had entered the room, instead her attention was focused only on a masked male, a Talon scientist. The sight that greeted them was messy. The scientist must have tried to take her with him and instead she killed him.

The few agents had decided to take the girl with them and lucky for them there was a bit of data on her among the files managed to download from the computers before the building collapsed.

"Files recovered are interesting." A more feminine voice spoke, working to pull the files up on a holo-screen.

"Take a look." The blonde doctor said to the male, both looking over the contents on the screens together.

Most files were deleted, corrupt, or unreadable. Despite this they were able to get a basic understanding of who the girl was. With sympathetic eyes the doctor looked at the unconscious girl.

"What should we do?" She questioned, a small pause filled the room with silence briefly. Both older adults lost in their own thoughts that were interrupted by a beep, alerting them scans had been completed.

Reading over the projected results of the scans the doctor voiced the findings out loud.

"Scans show she's 47% inorganic material, cybernetics, bionic prosthetics. It's hard to pinpoint her exact age but she seems to be about early twenties. Brain activity suggests she's in a deep coma like sleep. The analysis on her blood showed the presence of nanites and traces of what might be Talons attempt at an SEP formula. I'll need to run more tests."

The male that spoke shook his head, looking the unconscious girl over. "I'll have to discuss this with the others...."

Angela looks sadly at the girl. "I don't want to imagine what they did to her, Jack. Body scans show signs of trauma in line with repeated abuse."

Angela turned to look at the various vital monitors. "There is no guessing when she might wake up." 

Jack grunted at that, a hand running through his hair. Angela turned back to Jack and he spoke, locking eyes with Angela momentarily.

 "Just keep an eye on her. She might have answers that we need."

The blonde male said gruffly before exiting the room. He knew the mysterious girl would be safe in Angela's care. Despite his need for answers he had other things to do, meetings to attend and mission reports to read. Once Jack left Angel closed all the holo projected documents, another sigh. She had other patients to tend to.

She spared one last glance at the girl before leaving. The lights dimmed, bathing x13 in a soft glow of low light, laying there she looked almost dead.

How long would it be before she woke up?

Days, weeks, years?

One could only guess.

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