Sorry for my short absence! School and pain are consuming my time lately, but I can assure you I’m back to read those co-admin applications I’ve received so far. I still don’t know if I should accept one or two, giving that the place requires a lot of attention. I will decide this later.
Please, if you are interested in co-administrating this roleplay group, you can check out the application here and submit it here. I am going to accept my co-admin(s) later tonight, you shouldn’t miss this this opportunity!
The Co-Admin application has been posted here. If you are interested, by all means, please apply!
The sooner I have someone to work with, the sooner this group will be back and working for those who are interested. Suggestions for the group are also accepted, to improve the quality of the group and to have this working the way players want to.
The ask box is always open!
I cleaned the blog a bit, as much as I was allowed to, but I kept the bios just in case they were used in the future (not all of them though). People are interested on running the group along with me, which I’m really grateful for, but I would also like to know who’d like to still be part of the group, and I’m talking to the official members of the group.
I don’t think the main plot of the group would be changed, but maybe we could work on giving it a smart twist that will encourage people to develop characters properly. If you want to stay in the group, with the character you currently play (or used to play) or any other one, please like this post. I was also thinking that maybe the group would work better if it was an OC only group. Bios would be made only under request, which sounds reasonable to me, what do you guys think?
I’ll be posting a co-admin application soon, in case anyone wanted to apply for that role and help me with the site and with brilliant ideas too. Graphics are covered, so don’t worry about that.
That’s all for now.
Two lovely ones have shown interest on making this happen, I am still trying to make my mind about what should I do with the group, since I wouldn’t like changing what it initially was intended to be, that is a smut roleplay group that encourages character development and maybe romance isn’t as important as people thought it was.
Maybe I’ll publish a co-admin application later or tomorrow.
Thank you for the interest though.
I shall tag this “properly” to see if anyone else would be interested on bringing this group back to life or not.
Due to differences between admins, be it creative or personal ones, this blog does not belong to the original owners anymore and it could be said that both of them were discouraged by the lack of interest shown by players. I used to be a player of this group and I think I can support the reasons as to why they lost interest in the group too. Let me list them down here.
First of all, how disrespectful of you to join a group and then go on hiatus for days or weeks. Some of the reasons behind the hiatus, could have been prevented by you since several left because of trips and holidays, which excuse me but they aren’t planned from one day to the next one. What I think was even more disrespectful was to come here, say ‘hey, I want your group, give it to me,’ when you were one of those who joined, just to leave a couple of days after that. I don’t think it would be wise to give the group to you, since you showed no interest on it for more than just a couple of days. even though you did apply for a character (after probably sending a rude anon requesting to reopen that character) and if you want to re-use this idea, let me tell you someone did it already. You could join their group instead of bashing this one.
Second, how awful it was to see people that were encouraging others to start a conversation and then suddenly be left out by them, because they thought the dashboard wasn’t active enough. Perhaps you thought admins weren’t present all the time, but they used to and it was discouraging to notice this and then see more than half of the group go on hiatus on the same week.
How do I know all of this? Because I’m close friends with them and let me tell you that they are deeply hurt and they gave the group to me. Perhaps they didn’t make a good decision by kicking everyone out of the OOC blog, but wouldn’t you be discouraged and pissed if you noticed all of what I previously mentioned? If you don’t believe me, then see how lovely they posts on your dashboard look. Also, what’s the point of keeping the blog if everyone would have just posted ‘Oh my God, the group is so dead’ and then do nothing about it?
I don’t know what to do with this group, since I was highly annoyed by some player’s attitude, but I won’t give this URL and this group to just anyone. If someone wants to work and revamp it with me, in which I’d do nothing but create the graphics for promos and stuff, then okay. I could try, but I think some people might be butthurt after this message, since honesty isn’t much appreciated on this world; plus I’m not sure if I could trust in anyone yet. If no one is interested, then I might just close it and revamp it in the near future or just never use the URL anymore.
Thank you for the good and the bad experiences, you taught us all valuable lessons!
If you are interested, please message me. If not, okay, have a happy roleplayer life.
Kisses and hugs,
Being the highest bar in the world, Club OZONE is proudly positioned on the top floor of the hotel. Guests can indulge themselves with signature cocktails and an exotic selection of fine cuisine while enjoying specialist music. Wind down the day with a few drinks and enjoy the gentle breezes on the outdoor terrace that captures the spectacular views of the city.
- Opening Hours:
- Dinner - 6 p.m. to 11 p.m. (Monday to Sunday)
- 5 p.m. to 1 a.m. (Monday to Wednesday)
- 5 p.m. to 2 a.m. (Thursday to Saturday)
- 12 p.m. to 12 a.m. (Sunday)
Bio: CEO and creator of media enterprise “ILO-Globe”, Julian Clarton-Klein is one of the country’s most well-known and publicized young businessmen. Having started his company at 21, it only took him 3 years before he was named one of Time’s ‘Most Influential People’. While many tried to mimic his business model, he’d never reveal it was actually an equal mix of both business savvy and sheer luck. To the world, he presents himself as a product of the new generation of business: young, rich, and effortlessly glamorous. But to those who are close to him, which is very few and far between, they will tell you he feels disconnected from the world, despite being on the lips of many around the globe. Privately, he knows that his status and celebrity, combined with his massive wealth, have lead to this outcome. That wealth, in fact, is estimated at about $300 million. The man owns estates around the world, but no place is like New York. And inside New York, no place is quite like Ville Rituelle.
And inside the beautiful hotel are rooms where Julian pays a lot of money to release the stress he builds up at work. While he’s only been staying at Rituelle, one and off, for a couple of months, he’s growing more and more interested in one of the escorts; Jeffrey Compton, who he’s both attracted to, and irritated by.
Personality: Julian is straight-forward about everything in his life. Having focused so much of his attention on his company, he finds himself approaching his personal life like it was its own small business model. He has little to no personal relationships considering he’s paranoid of connections which people will only forge because of his wealth or celebrity. But when someone thinks they can win him over, especially someone below him, then he feels no remorse in reminding them of their position. He’s worked too hard for in such a short, but exhausting period of time that he’s forgotten how to treat people kindly.
Sexual desires: Sex for Julian is a way of relieving stress and pent-up tension both psychologically and physically. Because of this, he is always the top, enjoying being rough with his bottom. The more angry he is prior to coming to the hotel, the darker the sex will be. While he identifies as bisexual, he’s only been interested in Jeffery for the time being.
Preferred Escort: Jeffrey Compton.
Bio: While we can have many different posh and wealthy families in New York City, we can also find rather reckless, lonely and pathetic individuals among the city’s population. Some people call them homeless, some other hobos in a horrible rude way; but why is this relevant to be mentioned? Because the person who is about to be introduced right now, fits the profile vaguely described before, his name? It wasn’t important to anyone up until a few months ago. Since he was a small kid, this individual was particularly different from others and he enjoyed bragging about his uniqueness. Really deep blue eyes, a mischievous smirk always drawn on his face and a confidence that could even bring down a grown up man with high standards and morals; those are just a couple of facts that made almost everyone hate the poor little boy since he was a brat. When he went to high school, people wouldn’t stop bullying him for how much of a slut he apparently was, not to mention that even if he was the most careless and uninterested person in life, his grades were decent and the teachers didn’t mind any of the rumors about the young student. Everything changed when he got into college though. His parents sent him to a University outside the state, to make him be far away from their lives, but he wasn’t willing to live the life they’d planned for him and become a professionist with a degree on whatever his parents wanted him to be. After the first few couples of weeks, he managed to live the normal life of a regular student at college, but once he’d managed to take out of his bank account all of the money his parents had given him for the semester, he took a flight straight to New York and thought of making his dreams come true. Whatever they may be.
When he arrived and was looking for a place to stay, a couple of men stole almost all of his belongings and ran away with all of the money he had left. Leaving him no option, but become one of the hobos that were described at the very beginning, but after a couple of weeks, the boy noticed how stupid he’d been to believe life was as easy and simple as blowing a birthday candle; but he wasn’t going to give up. After selling what he had left, which was his old cell phone among the few jewelry he carried with him, he planned a way of getting what he wanted and above all things, to survive in one of the largest and most dangerous cities in the world. Moving from strategic point to strategic point, he managed to use his charms against old and rich people that would help him whenever he pouted or pleaded for help after a dramatic representation of an over exaggerated story about his arrival to New York. The key was to offer them the world in exchange for a couple of bucks, to offer them something no one had ever given them before, as well as the promise of becoming their object of desire; but instead of keeping his promise, he gave them nothing once he’d obtained what he once longed for and thankfully, he never had to go beyond his oral skills. His target was aimed to middle age men, never women, especially considering how visceral and suspicious they could be of his actions against the wealthy population; they would commonly be men that felt the spark of their lives was gone and needed someone to prove them wrong. But his feast didn’t last long and after a year of playing tricks on people’s minds, he found himself trapped and threatened by the rumors about the “Bel Ange” within this sector of the Upper East Side. Running away with all of what he’d earned, he found by mere accident a place that was recruiting new people to be part of an apparent specialized team on what he did best, kiss rich people’s asses. Without a doubt, he joined what seemed to be the perfect place for someone like him, even if the place represented a risk to the boy, because of the kind of clients he attended every day. From an unknown name, he changed his identity to Jeffrey Compton, just to fit this place better and leave the past behind. Even though he was at a safe place, he couldn’t help but worry about meeting one of his previous victims, but those thoughts were kept away from him when he got to know his best client: Julian Carlton-Klein. This young man definitely knew how to treat him well enough to forget about his past and to stop regretting coming to Ville Rituelle, but nothing was enough for the young man and his coldness would always be directed to the rich man. A new fascinating, good looking and entertaining toy is what Rituelle had to offer, but he wasn’t willing to let the toy get over the owner.
Personality: From an outsider’s perspective, Jeffrey can be considered as an insolent and rather way too rude person, but it’s the way he actually acts to force people, somehow, to stay away from him and do not wonder about his past more than they should. Even though he considers himself bisexual, he has certain preferences towards men because of how women tend to become his worst enemies out in the field of claiming what he considers his. A bit silent and always observing his surroundings, he will be nice to those that represent money or benefits in his life. Even though his infatuation towards Julian won’t let him think straight sometimes, he acts as if he disliked him and tries to challenge his and anyone’s authority. Being his enemy or rival is not the wisest thing you could do and perhaps you’d be regretting it sooner than later.
Secret: He works personally for Carmichael Metzger and spies on escorts, letting him know if the inner system of them is working the way he wants to.
Frequent Associate: Julian Carlton-Klein.
Sexual desires: Dominating and being dominated, choking, toys, hair pulling, spanking, abrasion, humiliation, hot waxing, licking, whipping, teasing, foreplay, slapping, being bitten.
Bio: When you come to think of the best families out in New York, the kind of families that only in the Upper East Side of the city could be ever thought about, you’d come across many distinguished ones. But if you were looking for something in specific, something that could spice up your life a little with a small amount of chaos and drama, you’d come upon with the Wentworth-Farlington, so called, empire. Owners of the Wentworth, high-class wines of Burgundy, as well as the founders of the Farlington Hotels chain; this family is proud to be conformed by the masters and mistresses behind the rules and way of working of a good amount of the city. But let’s ignore those old hags who brag about their name and wealth and focus on the youngest member of the family, who happens to be head of this empire. That’s him. Old money. Very old. That’s Sebastian Wentworth-Farlington.
Growing up in what seemed to be a perfect palace, reigned by the Emperor of this fortune (his father), Sebastian was raised to become a successful businessman that would lead the several companies his father owned and the young little man was happy to be given such a delicate position, among a good number of probable heirs lined up after him. Despite being a rebel since a very young age, this man didn’t leave behind his responsibilities and became the Chief business development officer of the Farlington Hotels chain at the tender age of 16; and along with his father, he planned on expanding their ideals all over the world. Kind of way too good to be true for such a young man, don’t worry about it though! Something, suddenly became a distraction to him, one that would keep him away from the promises he’d made to his father. Just as easy as that. Sex. When he was introduced to this term, in a proper way, the young man forgot about business, both his father and his own dreams and became more interested on becoming the Master of some kind of twisted reality that sex always kindly provided to him without demanding a lot coming from him, unlike his job.
The fantasy didn’t last long, especially when he was told his father had passed away during one of his business trips. A trip he would have gone to if the alcohol, the illusions created by drugs and the blurry sight sex would always provoke on him, had allowed him to be sober and silly enough to take private jet instead of his father. How bizarre, you might think. Sebastian does to. And all the clues he could be able to find, with the help of a private investigator, led him somewhere in specific. A place called Ville Rituelle. The problem is who would have not wanted him dead? Though why this place had to be the one chosen for him to find the culprit? There, he found another slight mishap on his plans, one that kept him busy and managed to lead his thoughts and mind elsewhere. This time, the problem wasn’t something, but someone. Known for being a place in which people were sold for a large sum of money, he found himself conflicted between the responsibility of finding his father’s murderer and the provocation that desire inflicted on him. First, it was the lovely girl that distracted him from his initial mission, Hazel Knight; but after a couple of visits to this place (and not necessarily to investigate about his father), a young man tried to get his attention and make him forget about Hazel, his name? Nathaniel Hurst. Poor Sebastian though, if he only knew…
Personality: Sebastian is an easy-going and sarcastic little motherfucker that loves working hard for what he wants. His life isn’t private to anyone, considering he is the youngest heir ever to be known about, that inherit such a heavy weight on his shoulders at the young age of 21; but the press hasn’t managed to find out about his constant visits to Rituelle, and considering money isn’t a problem to him, the young man loves promising as much as he wants to obtain what he desires the most. A bit of a problem, since not everyone is a fan of his cocky and sassy attitude, not even if he is the king of the world. The staff of Rituelle would prefer to ignore him, but the boy works hard on not being unnoticed by anyone. He loves attention and when people give it to him, he would give anything to them in exchange for such a precious gift.
Preferred escort(s): Hazel Knight, Nathaniel Hurst.
Secret: He is new to the term of bisexuality and Nathaniel would be the first man he’d claim as his. Nobody should know about this coming from the heir of such a powerful empire though.
Sexual desires: Blindfolding, dominating, light bondage, cuffs (leather and metal), oral sex (giving and receiving), hand jobs, being serviced, whipping, biting.
Recommended bios to read: Charles DuPont, Nathaniel Hurst, Hazel Knight, Scarlett “Lottie” Chatfield.
Bio: It’s no secret that your parents have the heaviest influence on your upbringing; and regretfully, far too often, they are not the most fortunate role models. But, you make the best of it, right? That’s precisely what Alexandria Morris had done. The earliest memory Alex possess is the sound of heavy rain pelting her window as she huddled under her flimsy sheets with the sounds of her parents’ bloody screams ricocheting off the thin walls. She can recall holding her hands to her ears as her sobbing mother ran after her biological father, begging him to stay; and then, peeking around the dark hallway to watch her crumble as he slammed the front door, shaking the frame. Alex was six and unbeknownst to her, that was basically the abrupt end to her childhood.
After her father James Morris walked out, her mother Heather relentlessly blamed Alex for his untimely departure. Alex was bombarded with negativity and insults were hurled her way left and right. All too young, she had to learn to pull up her boot straps. Alex was yet to realize that her mother was the type of woman incapable of functioning without a man. However, even at a tender age, Alex had picked up that her mother seemed too attached to her father, too clingy, too needy. There was never enough room for Alex, never enough love. Sure enough, four years later, Heather had forced her attentions onto a man who went by the name of Robert Wilson. He was on the young side, handsome, and most importantly, had pockets deep enough for Heather Morris to dig her greedy hands into. Robert whisked Alex and Heather off to Florida, in turn, having them leave their home in New York. The three moved into a spacious residency on the waterfront. Heather was in her glory. She quickly took to being Mrs. Robert Wilson and once more, Alex was swept under the rug. Heather was disinterested to learn that Alex hated moving, hated their new home with the gaudy fence and pillars. She hated being forced into the new, stiff dresses and the patent Mary Janes her mother insisted on. She hated having to be prim and proper.
As Alex grew up, her attitude never faltered, only becoming more prominent. Slowly, she refused to act polite and respectful or even bother listening to her mother’s desires. She gave her ‘father’ the cold shoulder and became repulsed by her mother’s eager to please attitude, blatant gold-digging and desperation. To Alex, the thought of needing a man was deplorable. She swore to always be her own person and never need anyone but herself. At school, Alex got decent grades and mostly kept to herself, dreaming of a day when she could head back to New York, maybe find her biological dad again and walk the city streets. However, gradually, her isolated behavior chipped away. She began to warm up, to the wrong crowd unfortunately. She partied, drank, and smoke, not returning home until the wee hours of the morning, if it all. Alex was addicted to the danger, the pull of being on the edge. She loved it, craved it. Out of control and wild, her parents were at a loss and worried more about their reputation than the safety of Alex.
One day, in a rare act of compliance, Alex attended a business gathering Robert was hosting in their lavish backyard. She lazily mingled with the uptight denizens of their neighborhood. Her good behavior did not last long and she excused herself almost immediately, placing her half-empty beverage on a table, before disappearing in search of a real drink. Upon her return, pleased to be holding a glass of bourbon, she found a thick, glossy purple business card tucked beneath her discarded tumblr of soda. A number was scrawled on the back with the words ‘I think I know what you’re looking for’. Curiosity fully piqued, she called the mysterious set of digits and was immediately excited at the thought of the scintillating hotel job. She had read between the lines, she knew what was to be expected. The thought failed to turn her off. It only excitedher. She could finally let her inhibitions fly free and be paid for it. Maybe she’d finally be in control for once too. She could let her hair down and get kinky, dominating whoever she pleased in bed. It appeared to be the perfect opportunity. Alex lied to Robert and Heather, fabricating a tale of an internship in NYC. They were more than willing to let her go, asked no questions and sent her off.
Arriving at Ville Rituelle, Alex quickly fit in. Seducing her way through the affluent crowds, she’s found her niche. But, will Alex tire of the sex? Will she grow to want an actual relationship, despite the awful examples she knows of? Or, will her sarcastic and brazen attitude be her downfall?
Personality: Alex is witty, charming and secretly highly intelligent. There are many levels to her. She’s confident and that is blatant in all that she does. However, she’s a deep thinker, observant, and analytical; as well as, a tad of a perfectionist. She can be slightly intimidating and closed-off, but in actuality, Alex is sweet and compassionate. When you become acquainted with her, she’s enjoyable and makes you feel like you’re the most important person on the planet. She stands up for what she believes in with every iota of her being. Opinionated, tenacious and fierce, Alex is a handful. Additionally, she’s a tease, in every meaning of the word. You’ll either love Alex or absolutely despise her and either way, she doesn’t care.
Sexual desires: Alex is not picky. She enjoys rough sex, nothing too vanilla; additionally, she enjoys foreplay, bondage, dirty talking, oral, experimentation, masturbation, dominating and on occasion, being dominated.
Secret: At the age of 17, Alex discovered she was expecting. She hid the pregnancy-mentally willing the problem to disappear. And, it did. At 5 weeks, Amber miscarried and to this day, regrets her negativity. She believes her internal pessimism was to blame and still carries the guilt.