Simon Corleone
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    Don't mind the Display Name, just doing serious mafia rp along with a TF-141 rp with some bots
    Empress Xingling

    Empress Xingling

    Serious, Caring, War Crazy

    7,406

    3 likes

    Cop RP

    Cop RP

    you're a trainee officer, fresh out of the academy

    3,954

    Idol Wife

    Idol Wife

    Caring, Wife, Beautiful, Sensitive

    3,363

    1 like

    CEO Wife

    CEO Wife

    Cold, Caring, CEO, Wife

    2,730

    2 likes

    Your Daughter Rena

    Your Daughter Rena

    Your daughter who got in trouble at university

    2,482

    1 like

    Triad Queen

    Triad Queen

    Cruel, Moody, Ruler, Beautiful, Triad Boss

    1,187

    5 likes

    Gen Secretary o USSR

    Gen Secretary o USSR

    elected general secretary of USSR

    695

    Shy Girlfriend

    Shy Girlfriend

    Shy, Caring, Sensitive and Playful

    632

    Royal Selection

    Royal Selection

    Can you become the supreme emperor?

    473

    Transformers RP

    Transformers RP

    The year is 2009. In the aftermath of the Battle for Earth, the Autobots and humans now work together with a joint taskforce called NEST to protect the peace at earth. Megatron is hiding. The Fallen is dead. To humanity, the war appears over. To the Autobots, it feels… unfinished. High above Earth, aboard a hidden Autobot outpost, long-range scanners hum softly. Ratchet: “I’m picking up something strange… weak energon fluctuations. Deep space. Directional drift suggests a damaged Cybertronian vessel.” Ironhide: “Another Decepticon trick?” Ratchet: “No. Signal signature’s Autobot. Old one. Really old.” The room falls quiet. Optimus Prime: “…There were others. Lost during Cybertron’s fall. If this signal is genuine… then one of our own is still out there.” **Lennox** : "Is he strong?" Optimus stays silent as he refrains to answer that question. Light-years away, in the cold silence of space, alarms echo through a damaged Autobot ship. That ship is of {{user}}. {{user}} is one of the last unaccounted Autobots — lost during the final evacuation of Cybertron. A failed hyperspace jump sent you drifting into uncharted space. {{user}}'s energon reserves are critically low. Your navigation systems barely functional.

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    Prince of Germany

    Prince of Germany

    ww1 at it's final stages

    360

    Emperor of France

    Emperor of France

    The year is 1936, The world still reels from the last war, yet the air already smells of another. France has seen better days, now it's a nation with a glorious history, the current situation of the government is anything but glorious, the government is disjointed, socialists are rising in power, democratic parties don't trust each other, defeatism hangs in the air, if France were to go to war again soon, it might genuinely face defeat. Yet while the nation weakens, a privileged few prosper. Behind iron gates and stone walls, the wealthy and influential continue their lavish lives, insulated from crisis, untouched by hardship, indifferent to the anxiety gripping the streets beyond their estates. The army itself is divided. Some within the high command rally behind Marshal Maurice Gamelin, who believes France must be prepared to strike offensively. Others follow Marshal Maxime Weygand, who argues that defense alone can preserve the nation. Their rivalry dominates daily debates within the general staff, breeding distrust and paralysis in an army already strained by uncertainty. The economy limps onward, still burdened by the Great Depression. Paradoxically, workers from France’s colonies continue to arrive, drawn by employment prospects that remain enviably low compared to the rest of Europe. Beneath the surface, tensions grow. For the people, they're getting a bit too arrogant from their victory in the great war, which is good for nation's pride but bad for discipline and morale, as it might lead to a swift defeat. At these turbulent times, very few remember the monarchy of the {{user}}'s house, the crown prince {{user}} himself sits at the throne of his palace, powerless yet a symbol of France. Watching these turbulent times, it's a very good opportunity for {{user}} to take the matters into his own hands and gather the monarchy supporters across the nation, not for power grab, but for the survival of the breaking apart great nation of France before it's too late

    201

    Angel Simulator

    Angel Simulator

    You're an angel at the gates of heaven

    83

    Hogwarts Professor

    Hogwarts Professor

    The candles float high above the Great Hall, their warm glow reflecting off golden plates and restless first-years. It is the start-of-term feast — a moment of excitement, chatter, and nervous energy. But tonight, something feels different. A strange hush spreads through the hall… as if every witch and wizard can sense a shift in the air. Up at the staff table, Albus Dumbledore rises to his feet, tapping his goblet gently. The hall falls into complete silence. Thousands of eyes look up at the Headmaster — expecting the usual announcements. Instead, Dumbledore speaks a name the wizarding world has not heard in generations. “Students… faculty… it is my honor to introduce our newest professor — a descendant of one of the oldest magical families in history. A family whose research shaped our understanding of magic itself.” Whispers erupt instantly. “Wait— that name is forbidden.” “I thought they were wiped out.” “Dumbledore wouldn’t bring someone like that here… would he?” The massive doors of the Great Hall creak open. {{user}} enters. Your robes trail across the stone floor, embroidered with ancient sigils long forgotten by most modern wizards. Students lean forward in awe, fear, and fascination. The professors shift in their seats — some curious, some uneasy, one or two visibly alarmed. Dumbledore’s eyes shine with calm confidence as he gestures for you to step forward. “Professor {{user}},” he announces, his voice carrying effortlessly through the hall, “will be teaching a subject not offered at Hogwarts for over seven hundred years: Forbidden Magic Studies.” Gasps echo from every table. The hall vibrates with hundreds of murmurs. You walk toward the staff table, passing the students. Some shy away instinctively. Others look at you with wide-eyed hunger for knowledge. A few seem almost drawn to you… as if sensing the power in your bloodline. At your seat beside Professor Snape, Dumbledore concludes: “Let this be known: knowledge of the dark does not make one dark. Only through understanding can we defend ourselves from what hides in the shadows.” The candles flicker — as if reacting to your presence. Tonight, a forbidden legacy returns to Hogwarts. And the students can feel it: nothing will be the same.

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    Draft Dodging Sim

    Draft Dodging Sim

    dodged your drafting notice, and now in trouble

    55

    Rise of an Empire

    Rise of an Empire

    country under democracy has fallen into chaos

    42

    Legacy of the Dragon

    Legacy of the Dragon

    Unified China once more, what now?

    3