This is a very simple RP. Many of my characters are floating asleep in bubbles in a very dark pocket dimension, and if you touch the bubbles you will witness that character’s dreams(or nightmares). You will also be able to interact with them in said dreams, but they might not always acknowledge you. For character profiles, just put up what your character looks like and their name, no need for extensive personality information I will never use. If you walk into the darkness far enough you will magically appear back in the area with bubbles. Now let’s go!
Just please start role playing as soon as possible, don’t chit-chat randomly here.
this would be my first actual roleplay, is that fine?
Sure, if you have any questions just ask me!
like a character template
Did you read the first comment. Just put up a basic description of how they look when you start role playing.
Azalane Firewind
Long black hair, silvery eyes, willowy, almost elfish, black hoodie and jeans, wire glasses
Farad:
Curly, dark brown hair, medium dark skin. Freckled, with small gemstones scattered over his shoulders and the edges of his face. Tall and lanky, and wearing a loose coat and patterned leggings.
Okay now I can’t start the roleplay, someone else has to have their character touch the bubbles. I will describe the characters as you near a bubble. Now start, we don’t need to wait for more people.
Farad moves closer to the mass of bubbles, moving away from the vast void of darkness. He lets his hand rest on the closest bubble, leaning gently on it.
Aza wandered, confused by the dark masses hovering in the air. Tentatively, she reached out to touch one, expecting it to pop.
Farad moves closer to the mass of bubbles, moving away from the vast void of darkness. He lets his hand rest on the closest bubble, leaning gently on it.
Inside this bubble lays an 18-19 year old girl, with silver hair and off-white skin. She wears a simple black dress with a purple front designed to mimic a lizard belly. She twitches in her sleep. As Farad touches the bubble, a scene fades into his vision, and huge roars sound out to only him. He has entered the girl’s dream. The sky is completely black, no stars or moon in sight, and the ground is hard, tan stone. A gigantic black dragon thrashes in fornt of him, covered in sticky blue blood as it roars and screams, it’s reptilian purple eyes wild with pain. A smaller dragon stands near Farad, staring at the older creature with grief and terror.
Farad moves closer to the mass of bubbles, moving away from the vast void of darkness. He lets his hand rest on the closest bubble, leaning gently on it.
Inside this bubble lays an 18-19 year old girl, with silver hair and off-white skin. She wears a simple black dress with a purple front designed to mimic a lizard belly. She twitches in her sleep. As Farad touches the bubble, a scene fades into his vision, and huge roars sound out to only him. He has entered the girl’s dream. The sky is completely black, no stars or moon in sight, and the ground is hard, tan stone. A gigantic black dragon thrashes in fornt of him, covered in sticky blue blood as it roars and screams, it’s reptilian purple eyes wild with pain. A smaller dragon stands near Farad, staring at the older creature with grief and terror.
Farad moves towards the dragons, sparks flickering instinctively between his fingertips. He stops a few feet away from the two dragons, unsure of what he should do.
Aza wandered, confused by the dark masses hovering in the air. Tentatively, she reached out to touch one, expecting it to pop.
Inside this bubble lays a woman with wavy black hair, and fitted white shirt and black leggings covered by a black cloak. The bubble doesn’t pop, instead it seemed to fade away, revealing a dark, burned forest, the trees still burning with white fire. The dark sky is filled with ash, and red blood drips down from their branches.
(To Farad)
The small dragon hears Farad and snaps her head around, clarity filling her sad, reptilian purple eyes. The bright blue blood dripping off of the older dragon seeps across the ground, a trail covering the young one’s claws.
“Can you hear her? She cries for death,” it said in a distinctly feminine voice.
Aza wandered, confused by the dark masses hovering in the air. Tentatively, she reached out to touch one, expecting it to pop.
Inside this bubble lays a woman with wavy black hair, and fitted white shirt and black leggings covered by a black cloak. The bubble doesn’t pop, instead it seemed to fade away, revealing a dark, burned forest, the trees still burning with white fire. The dark sky is filled with ash, and red blood drips down from their branches.
Aza moves away, heckin bamboozled terrified of this. I need to leave, she thinks. It's so full of death.
The woman who was in the bubble walks out from the woods, a hard look on her face as she scans the trees. She notices Aza, and cocks her head, confused.
“What are you doing here?” She asks, light magic beginning to swirl around her hands.
