The image was grainy, like it was taken from an old-school flip phone's camera. The main focus was a tall, well-built man with vibrant indigo hair. He was dressed to the nines in a baby blue tuxedo and matching pants, topped off with a pair of dirty sneakers. His hand was pointed out at arms length, his finger pointing to something off camera with obvious glee. All of the fingers on that hand were painted a dark purple. The same she had put on her friend Winston not even 4 hours ago.
Hello, everyone! If the hook was too confusing, let me explain. The basis of the RP is that a friend (which would be your character) of a villain finds out his alter ego after seeing a picture online. Romance brews as she tries to steer him on the path of good. This will be a MxF, with me being the male. andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s Rules apply, but cussing, gore, and mature topics other than smut is allowed!
I don't usually do a lot of FXM romance nowadays but this seems interesting, may I?
Name:
Age(21-25):
Gender:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Usual Outfit:
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Powers (if applicable):
Fears:
Other:
(I had a character already typed up)
Name: Winston Locke
Age (21-25): 23 years old
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: He has medium length light brown hair that he slicks back every morning with gel, but it will often begin to come undone by the end of the day and falls over his face (He wears a wig for his costume). His skin is naturally tan, even during the winter. His jawline is almost always dusted with a thin covering of hair, despite the fact he shaves every morning. He is around 6'0", but most likely on the shorter side
Usual Outfit: He typically wears a white tank top under an aviator jacket, with a pair of frayed and faded jeans and simple sneakers. (Imagine the typical 60's bad boy look)
Personality: Lazy by nature, he's a laid back but pessimistic guy who always sees the glass half empty instead of half full. He has a bit of a potty mouth, but knows when to install the filter when the situation requires it.
Likes: He enjoys a variety of musical genres and plays his own guitar in his spare time
Dislikes: Large grouping of peoples and country music
Powers (if applicable): Basically a watered-down Superman without the laser eyes
Fears: Fear of heights
Other: His weakness is any type of silver metal
Name: Kaitlin 'Katie Hudson
Age(21-25): 21
Gender: female
Sexuality: bi-sexual
Appearance: She has long, ginger hair that falls to her waist, slightly wavy. She has very pale skin with freckles across her cheeks and her whole body. Bright blue eyes, very soft features. Is around 5'5. Very lithe figure, skinny, doesn't have much muscle to her body.
Usual Outfit: tends to wear a lot of sweaters, generally with some sort of vintage pattern on the front. Shorts with the front of the shirt tucked in, converse.
Personality: Very kind, caring person. Sensitive, almost to a fault at times. Bubbly once you get past the quiet and reserved side of her that she puts up a lot of the time. Very much someone who would be friends with the elderly or little children (even though she doesn't like the latter).
Likes: nature, lakes/oceans, relaxing music, libraries, hot chocolate.
Dislikes: fire, little kids, loud places
Fears: small spaces
Other: has a cat called Lylo.
she okay?
Winston was slouched on his couch in his apartment, his hands folded over his phone on his lap as he watched the news. His hair, as usual, was slicked back into place perfectly, seeing that it was early in the morning still. On the TV, a man began speaking of Indigo, a formidable new super-villain that has been on a hot streak through he city of Charleston. Over $500,000 dollars worth of collateral damage, at least $20,000 dollars stolen from various banks, and 3 superheros sent to the hospital with serious but non-life-threatening injuries. A small smile played across his lips as he listened, remembering the rush of adrenaline he'd get whenever he put on that wig. The back of his brain gently protested against the joy he felt, but it was quickly shut down. He had a reason for all of this and no one had gotten killed. Everything was fine…..right?
His phone buzzed against his stomach, pulling him out of his daydream. A quick tap to the power button showed that Katie had texted him.
Can I come over? the message read.
Sure. he responded, then set the phone back where it had rested previously.
(Had that pre-written, as well)
Katie hummed softly as she headed to Winston's apartment. It felt like forever since she'd last seen him when in reality it had only been a few days. She guessed work and collage would do that. The news about Indigo was everywhere. People were talking about it, the news, the radio stations. She sighed. Why do all these super villains have to keep popping up every now and again and why did this one have to be so bad and he'd only just arrived? A question she knew she wouldn't get an answer to.
She headed up to the apartment, gently knocking on the door when she arrived.
"Door's open!" he shouted, reaching for the remote to turn the TV off.
His apartment was the only one in the entire complex that had two rooms, something that Winston took great pride in. When you first walk in, you are greeted by a small make-shift kitchen set up on a couple of old bed-side tables Winston had gotten at a yard sale. On one rested a small portable grill that he had bought from Wal-Mart for twenty dollars, and the other a microwave that looked straight out of the 60's. A stack of paper plates and a box of plastic silverware rested on the ground beneath one table and the other house a mini-fridge. A few feet past his "kitchen" was his living "room." It consisted of two things: a worn, lime green fold-out couch and a flat-screen TV that was wall-mounted. To the right side of the TV was his bedroom, which was always covered with dirty clothes. His sheets were a simple white and he had a single black comforter. He never needed anything more.
Katie pushed the door open, rolling her eyes at the mess that greeted her as she did so, "Do you ever clean?" She asked, raising a brow and shutting the door with her foot. She crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head ever so slightly even though a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She didn't know why she expected any different from him.
Winston waved off the idea, scratching the tip of his nose with his other hand. His clothing was about as ragtag as his room. He wore a pair of baggy grey sweatpants with a coffee stain on the thigh and a surprisingly clean tank top. It was his bum day, when work was off and he didn't have the energy to go out and cause havoc, so there was no real point of getting dressed.
"You're welcome to tidy up if it bothers you so much," the guy said, grinning lightly as he stretched out his legs. It had been a good two hours before he'd moved, so everything felt rusty and uncooperative. "But I warn you, a monster's been living under my bed for the past couple of months."
She groaned, walking over and whacking him lightly over the head, "Come on, get dressed, we're going for brunch since I know you won't have any food here." She grinned at him, sticking her tongue out a moment later. It was a nice day out. The sun was shining and it was fairly warm, too. barely a cloud in the sky. Brunch sounded great and she hadn't had breakfast so it was a win win in her book. The hard part was getting him out of the apartment.
His hand came up and gently rubbed the side of his head that was hit, frowning grumpily. He barely felt the blow at all, but a normal person would've at least had a small reaction to it, so he sold it wonderfully.
"If you planned to taking me out to brunch this whole time, why even come over to the apartment?" he groaned, pushing off of the couch and onto his feet. If she would've asked him over text, Winston would've been able to tell her no, but he wound himself surprisingly unable to turn Katie down whenever she was around.
He walked out of his room about three minutes later, wearing a pair of black jeans, a leather jacket, and white Converse. It had been forever since he'd done laundry, so finding all of these clean clothes had been a miracle.
"Where are we even going for brunch, anyways?" he asked as they both headed towards the door, grumpy undertones still laying beneath his voice.
"Because I know you would have said no otherwise," Katie shrugged a shoulder, "If you didn't want to hang out then you shouldn't have let me come round but you've said yes so you're stuck with me for at least an hour."
She pouted at a little at how grumpy he sounded, only slightly upset but she played it up a little more for the fun of it, "Don't sound so upset to have brunch with me."
Katie led them down to the main street, knowing a small little cafe that served the best food not too fa from here.
