So my general idea is that my character (who's a sort of spirit) ends up becoming accidentally "bound" to another character. And the hate each other for a while, and then they start getting along, and maybe they end up dating? No real rules, but I'd prefer to rp with an experienced roleplayer (as in, rarely any oneliners, proper grammar, good writing skills, y'know)
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(Hi?)
(nyello)
(Can I join this?)
(sure)
(cool, thanks)
(I'll get my character up in a bit)
(Okay, I'll do the same in a minute)
Name: Abaddon Alistair
Age: Looks to be in his mid 20's, actually like as old as a universe
Gender: Agender/masculine (uses male pronouns though)
Sexuality: Omnisexual/Polyamorous
Species: Former seraphim, now demonic spirit
Looks: Ever-shifting, but he usually looks like a 24-ish guy who's relatively thin, has pale purple/blue skin, two slanted eyes on the right side of his face, sharp teeth, dark bags under his eyes, usually a mask over his mouth/nose with varying designs, fluffy white hair that's a bit short and windswept to the left (it also partially covers the left side of his face) that fades into a faint blue with a star pattern, a couple of ear piercings (always silver), sometimes has way too many eyes for no reason, and occasionally four small wings
Outfit: He likes to dress "aesthetically," so usually he wears an oversized windbreaker that's off his shoulders, a white t-shirt with a ribcage design, skinny jeans, converse, and sometimes a collar
Personality: Mopey, generally unhappy and pessimistic, tired/exhausted, incredibly worried/paranoid at the slightest hint of a reason to do so, persuasive/almost seductive, terrifying when angered, usually pretty chill though
Other: Wields a bowstaff, can "possess" people through a contract
(I don't have time rn but I will soon, sorry)
(it's all good)
(kk thanks)
(should my character be a boy or a girl?)
(Boy preferably)
(Okay, sounds good)
Name: Grayson Alexander
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Species: Human/Mind reader
Looks: Jet black hair, falls over his eyes sometimes. About 5'8 and skinny. Doesn't really have exaggerated movements, walks slowly, observing the people and things around him as he walks. Keeps his head down, doesn't draw much attention. Gray/blue eyes, long eyelashes and pale skin.
Outfit: Wears over sized hoodies and shirts most of the time. Has the same pair of beat up dark maroon converse that he wears. Pretty boring clothes overall.
Personality: Very quiet, never takes part in human interaction unless he's forced to. Keeps to himself, doesn't leave the house that often and never eats out. Has a slight stutter when nervous. Has a quiet, low voice.
Other:Loves to draw and carries his sketchbook with him everywhere.
oooh, they'll go great together
Nice. Are you starting?
(yeah)
Abaddon was currently lounging in his most recent confinement-an abandoned graveyard. After his last host had died there several hundred years ago, he had been trapped there. Apparently the bastard had put a charm on before his death to bind him there
(Do you want Grayson to just be hanging out in the graveyard or something?)
(Whatever you want)
(kk, he's that kind of guy)
Grayson glanced behind him as he walked, shivering a little in the cold. He looked forward again and found himself in a graveyard, a small one at that. Interesting. He thought, continuing to weave through the old graves, looking at names and dates. They were all quite old.
Abaddon looked up when he sensed someone in the graveyard. Now, a slight smirk spread across his face. Finally, someone he could latch onto to get out
Grayson was too lost in thought to notice the slight worry in the back of his head that he got when people were near. Dawson Alexander. I wonder if we're related. He thought, crouching down next to one particularly old grave, the name just visible under the green coating of moss.
Abaddon caught sight of the man, and he grinned as he slipped off the gravestone he had been sitting on. He walked towards the man, making sure he was invisible. "Did you know him?" he murmured, his voice low and rich
Grayson whipped his head around to face..nothing. He stumbled back, his eyes wide, looking around. It’s not like he was surprised that whoever it was was invisible, it was just that he didn’t except there to be anyone in an abandoned graveyard, at night. “W-What do you want?”