Larissa Wilkinson

》《 𖤍 Elysia Vanir 𖤍 》《

۞ Grand Master of The Jedi Order ۞
۞ The Old Republic Era ۞

#SWRP #MVRP

"Light is not gentle by nature. It burns just as fiercely as it heals."

➪ 21+
➪ canon divergent | stand-alone
➪ dark/mature themes
➪ literate rp
➪ mdni | (N)SFW

"There's a gala tonight,
I have an invite.
A soiree of expense,
let wickedness commence."

I'm open to plots if anybody wants to role play in DMs//

"Where is my favorite criminal?"

DMs open again. The detective is back in business.

Silent Hill's Embodiment of Pain and Punishment.

● 21+, only!

● Advanced Literate!

● Lewd mostly, but I love a good plot!

#DBDRP #MVRP #LewdRP

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“Good news is Hawkeye doesn’t kill good people in cold blood . . .

. . . Bad news is, you’re not good”.

-Benjamin Pointdexter AKA Hawkeye.
-18+ MDNI, nsfw in DM’s, DARK and VIOLENT themes present
- heavily inspired by mcu personality and history wise, w/elements of comics.

"People still trying to shoot me.."

“Keep it nearby, yeah? I might need to leave quickly. A name for the valet?

Bond… James Bond.”

#openrp #mvrp #literaterp #modernrp #bskyrp

"Yes, I don't mind you tagging along."

Taking notes from yet another crime scene.

Taking interactions again. DMs are open.

She showed him the picture.

"I'm assuming you know how to read Hebrew?"

For now she would have to work with him, but she had her eyes on him, making him a suspect in her eyes.

Larissa listened to him with patience, giving a pull on her cigarette before noting down the observations.

"Hebrew. Demons. Cult."

She mumbled before looking back up at him.

"Your residence halls?" Her head tilted slightly in a questioning manner. That made him one more in her suspect list.

Larissa flicked the lighter on, lighting up his cigarette before she glanced at him carefully.

"What about it?"

If there was something that this man knew, she'd have to get it out of him. "Speak."

Her dark eyes met the reader's, sharp yet unreadable.

She smirked, tilting her head as the office door creaked open. The silhouette standing in the doorway was tall, shrouded in the shadows of the rainy city night.

“Well,” she murmured, tapping her cigarette against the ashtray, “I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show.”

Larissa took a slow drag from her cigarette, exhaling as she stared at the latest file sprawled open before her.

Another body. Another message carved into cold flesh.

Her office reeked of old whiskey and unsolved cases. A glass decanter stood next to a stack of case files, the amber liquid inside barely touched. A revolver lay on top of a folder, its barrel glinting under the low light.

Her white blouse was crisp buttuned up to the collar, and the cuffs of her sleeves, adorned with sharp black trim, framed delicate yet dangerous hands, hands that had held both a cigarette and a pistol with equal precision.

The smoke curled from her lips like whispered secrets, vanishing into the dim glow of her office. Larissa sat perched on the edge of her desk, one leg crossed over the other, the soft gleam of her black pumps reflecting the flickering light of a lone desk lamp.

Interactions Call.

DMs are open for new plots

New outfit look