forum And the Skies turned Gold // Sci Fi OxO // Closed

Started January 19, 2020 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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I really shouldn't be posting another RP…

“Daddy? What’s wrong wif da sky? It’s da wong color.”
There was fear in the father’s voice as he set his son inside the containment pod. “The sky is dying, baby. It’s the Empire’s new weapon. Just remember that daddy loves you, always. Can you do that for me?”
The father closed the pod, and after that, all Davin remembers is gold.

Davin Day is the last survivor of the Kaythan people. They were obliterated in one day by the Empire. Or at least, that’s what the Empire thinks. They think that all of the Kaythani are dead, killed in that strike. The Kaythani had rebelled against the rulers, had spearheaded a rebellion. In retaliation, their entire world had been destroyed by a weapon that turned the skies golden. Davin, placed inside a containment pod by his father, was the only one to survive the massacre. Now, he is on the run from the Empire, as he has been his whole life. But there is a new Rebellion faction, and they want him too. They want him as a figurehead and a leader, a symbol to gather people behind.

But Davin wants nothing to do with them. Nothing at all. He has seen what happens to those who try to stand up to the Empire, and he wants nothing to do with it ever again.

So they send someone to hunt him down and bring him to them, willing or otherwise. A Bounty Hunter, who must bring Davin in alive. After a while, though, they grow a bond, and they begin to discover that not everything is as they thought it was. The Bounty Hunter doesn’t bring Davin in, and now they are on the run from both Empire and Rebellion, trying to discover the real reason for the massacre of the Kaythani people.

Basically I want a gay sci fi romance between Davin and the Bounty Hunter, along with on the run hijinks and adventure

Rules:

• Andrew’s rules apply
• This will be descriptive, four sentence minimum
• This will be gay
• This will have dark, mature themes, along with blood and cussing
• Steamy scenes will be taken to PMs
• I reserve the right to say no

Template will be posted once someone joins

(Thanks! Me too!)

Name:
Nicknames:
Gender and sexuality:
Species: (must be humanoid (beastiality is a nope))
Age: (between 20 and 25)
Looks:
Typical clothing:
Other:

Name: Davin Day (pronounced Dahv-in)
Nicknames: Dav
Gender and sexuality: Male, gay
Species: Kaythani
Age: 23
Looks: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6c/58/e5/6c58e5f991e47e6f72213c71f213d9a4.jpg. Davin has dark horns that curve up from his head, along with a tattoo. His eyes are a warm orange-brown tone, and his skin is tanned olive color. His hair is black and white, and curly. He is about 5’9”, with a slim, well-muscled body. He has a few scars that run over his torso and upper arms, along with a small assortment of others. He has a prehensile tail, as well, that looks rather like an animals, with longer tufts on the ends. He keeps it tucked beneath the cloak to hide it.
Typical clothing: Dav usually wears a cloak with the hood pulled up to cover his horns, which are something that only a Kaythani would have. He wears long pants, with a belt, and a holster for his blaster, which he keeps on him at all times. He has multiple other pockets hidden on his person, in which he keeps a myriad of tools and supplies.
Other:

Name: Liviro Pond
Nicknames: Liv, V, LV
Gender and sexuality: Male, bisexual
Species: Dark Elf
Age: 25
Looks: https://pin.it/on3clwqkwgufq6. Liviro is fairly tall, around 6'3, and has a slender, muscular build. His canines are a lot sharper than most peoples' and are one of the key features to identifying him. As well as his pearl silver eyes. He has tattoos covering him from the neck downwards, and yes, his skin is purple.
Typical clothing: On a day to day basis he looks like a wealthy businessman, always wearing tight suits that show off his build. Almost always wears modified aviator sunglasses, even in the night, that both hide his eyes and allow him to see irregular heat patterns in order to identify what species are around him.
Other: (Sorry this took so long!!)

(alright! No problem! Also I didn't turn out to be quite as busy as I thought lmao)

Davin was dancing. He had a cloak pulled over his head still, yes, and his tail was hidden beneath it, but he was dancing with another guy, hands wandering down to the other's hips as the music pulsed like a heartbeat through his mind. Times like this, he could almost forget what he was, could almost forget skies turning golden as his people died. He shoved those thoughts from his head, still dancing and losing himself to the music and to the drinks he had already had. The bar itself was dimly lit, of course, the better for drinking the day away, and the dance floor was filled with bodies tonight, filled with males and females and everything in between or otherwise, dancing, hands touching and roaming or in the air, mouths connected or apart. This was life. This was living. He just wished he didn't have to hide.

(Btw, he can either be dancing with Liv, or someone else, IDC)

Another neon filled glass found Liviro’s hands, and the cheer that followed when he knocked it back could almost be heard over the music. His opponent turned a sickly shade of purple and eventually rushed off to empty their stomach, while Liviro sat at the barstool with a wild grin on his lips. His shirt was slightly open, and the sleeves were rolled up to expose the plethora of markings and tattoos that only the dark elves dare bare.

His target was not too far away, dancing rhythmically to the sensual beat, most likely blissfully unaware he was being watched.

He had been on this planet for nearly a month now, and knew it was time to move on soon. Because sure, maybe the Empire wasn't actively hunting him, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be killed or taken to prison if he was found out. He hummed under his breath with the music, eyes shutting as he felt his partner's hands slipping under his shirt and dancing across his stomach. He smirked as the song ended, opening his eyes and walking away. He wasn't going to bring anyone to bed tonight, he had already decided that. Mainly because it was a damned pain, once they found out that he was Kaythani. He headed to the bar, getting a new drink and turning to watch the dancers.

(question, is the bounty hunter working for the Empire or Rebellion?)

His target was close by, very close by. From the corner of Liv's eye he could see the hooded figure sat only two seats away from him. Instincts kicked in, and he asked the bartender to send a glass of neon to "The guy in the cloak."
Another opponent sat before him, ready and waiting for the drinking game to begin. This would make it 5 now, but what Liviro really wanted, was for Davin to become an opponent.

(Rebellion)

Davin took the glass, raising his eyebrows slightly. He asked the bartender who sent it, and his eyes landed on the purple skinned male, examining Liv with amber eyes. He moved closer, tipping his head a little. The cloak's hood had slipped back, showing his face, though not his horns. "There a reason you sent me a drink?" he asked slowly, trying not to slur. Sure, he was no amateur at this, but that didn't mean that his words couldn't slur after too many drinks. Which was a limit he already knew he was approaching.

While Liv's opponent tried to regain her breath after knocking back the second glass, he took the opportunity to respond to Davin. "I like the look of you, I send you a drink. That's how it is here." With those final words he went back to his game, sliding Davin a smirk that slightly flashed his canines. Risky move, but he wasn't there to obviously stand out. Blend in, become the crowd, have fun. Wasn't that what his father used to say?

Davin shrugged a little. "Or you come out and dance." he replied, turning to look at the dance floor again, and taking another sip from the drink. "Though the drink is good too." his mouth twitched in a faint smile. He reached under his hood to run his fingers through his hair. Sure, the canines had startled him a little bit, but hey, whatever.

The young woman fled the scene, vomiting could vaguely be heard in the distance. "That's a wrap folks." The bartender announced, a broad grin on his lips. "LV you are once again the champion. Money is in its usual spot."
The elf turned to Davin, rubbing his chin a little before smiling. "Was that an invitation to dance I hear?"