Great!
To recap, Cecil R. Valentine is a fair-skinned seventeen-year-old boy with thin, circular glasses, brown hair a little past his shoulders, and eyes of a medium green hue. He’s of average height.
Here are the last questions about his appearance for the time being. One of you can answer the first, and the other will get the second.
What colors does Cecil like to wear?
• Lighter shades, like lemon hues or pastels
• Mostly rich greens
• Caramel browns
• Charcoal grays and blacks
• Metallic colors, like golds or silvers
And how does he like the way he looks?
(He doesn’t like it/he likes it)
(He likes to wear charcoal grays and blacks)
(He doesn't like the way he looks)
Believe it or not, almost every choice you made has a big impact on the start of the story.
Because you chose grays and blacks, Cecil’s mother is dead. That’s why he dresses the way he does; they’re traditional mourning colors.
One of the reasons why he doesn’t like the way that he looks because his green eyes remind him of his mother’s.
Thank you for the choices you’ve made so far. I hope that the both of you are enjoying the idea of this.
The next choice has to do with his personality. Cecil had a lot of friends at Ghastir’s—why is this so? Pick two of the following:
• He’s fairly smart, which impressed his classmates
• He’s a really good listener because he’s quiet
• People think he’s somewhat mysterious
• He’s very talented
• His family has a lot of money
(Oh, fun! I really like the concept of this, how'd you think it up? Also, I'm only going to pick one trait so Izzy can choose the other. He's very talented)
(Haha thanks Cally! And yeah, this is actually really cool! I didn't realize those small choices had such big impacts on Cecil's character!)
(How about… he’s a really good listener because he’s quiet?)
(Np! I've always been a big fan of those games where all the tiny choices you make link into really big plot points, so this is pretty much perfect for me, tbh)
Thank you both! This whole thing was inspired by me deciding that while I loved the random aspect of RP’s and the totally different outcomes that happen as a result of combined interactions, I still wanted it to have a lot of my own ideas, you know? I am glad you both enjoy it, though! I’m excited for the actual story to begin!
Also, remember—things you might think are trivial might be, or they might not be. Everything’s up in the air (literally; I’m coming up with all of this on the spot, so the story is as spontaneous as it can possibly be thanks to our combined efforts).
Fantastic choices! So, our boy Cecil is a bit on the quiet side, huh? And he’s talented, too? What exactly is he talented at?
(He can sing well/he likes to paint/he’s a fast runner)
(Well I'm glad you put the idea into action, I'm pretty excited to start too!)
(Also, he likes to paint)
(Oooh that's even cooler! And yeah, I'm excited for the story to begin as well! :D)
We don’t have that many questions left before it does start, so let’s get through them! :)
Let’s now paint—pun intended—a picture of his home life. His mother, as discussed, is out of the picture. She used to be married to a man named Randolph. What kind of man is Randolph? Once again, you can each pick one:
- He’s not home a lot
- He’s a hard worker
- He’s a very kind man
- He’s quiet
- He’s physically strong
- He is rather smart
(Imma stalk cuz this is an amazing idea!!!)
(Thank you, @StarkSpangledBanner! I’m glad you like it)
(Randolph isn't home a lot)
(Randolph is a hard worker)
Well, this is an unfortunate path we’ve chosen for poor Cecil, isn’t it?
Cecil didn’t used to be the way he was. He was a happy kid, always eager to spend time with his parents, always chattering about school or telling jokes. When his mother died (a little less than a year before the story starts), he became withdrawn. Quiet, his classmates might even say if they stopped to ask him how he was rather than discussing their own problems.
His father wasn’t quite the same after she passed, either. He started staying out later, sometimes not even returning home until the next morning. He’d claim that was because of work; it wasn’t always, and Cecil knew.
Cecil knew something else, too.
Randolph was involved with someone else, a young woman by the name of…
Alice.
What an interesting name…
Before we continue, are you satisfied with your choices so far?
(Yes/no)
(Small advertising (I apologise if this isnt allowed) I created an Rp similar to this style, a video game type Rp called King's Quest interactive Rp. I'd like to experiment so if any of you want to join, please do!)
(You’re alright, @StarkSpangledBanner! And that sounds interesting, but I think my hands are mostly full with this one)
So, some choices have been made, all of which are extremely interesting.
Thank you both for being patient with me. In time, you will see a little better why these decisions were important.
Now, let me begin the story.
(Yay thanks! And you're welcome, I'm really enjoying this! ^^)
(I'm really excited to begin! :)
Blue. All Cecil could see above him was bright, bright blue, and even though it hurt his eyes to look at, he kept staring. It’d hurt more to look away, after all. If he did, he’d have to face the fact that he’d have to get up, and if he got up then he’d have to head inside the absolute mansion that was Ravesson’s and get his Reading performed. He wasn’t ready for that yet; how could he be? How could anyone ever be ready to be told what type of magic they’d be stuck with for the rest of their lives? The mere idea was insane. He’d rather stay out on the front lawn, peering up at the sky, waiting for a breeze to drift through to cool him off.
A small noise occurred from somewhere beside him. He sighed deeply and lazily rolled over onto his stomach, his gaze landing on (Naomi/nobody).
