The clouds opened like a tear in a silk scarf, the threads of sky rapidly and mercilessly being torn apart. And down fell a figure. Hitting the ground, if one could see him up close, you could witness angelic features scintillating in the gloom. Long blue hair now mussed and nature infested, the male was unmoving, comparable to a stone, dead to the world. Wings like a butterfly's, patterned to look like stained glass, were surprisingly left unharmed. And that was just the least of it.
Okay, so I have an OC that I'm willing to ship and a plot to go along with it. And I'm bored. Can ya blame me?
Rules:
Smut may ensue, gore and violence will probably happen, etc.
Anything triggering in this RP? Just tell me, I'll delete the post and make sure that I don't do anything that may offend again.
LGBTQIA+ is totally fine. This is a very gay romance™ after all.
Good spelling, grammar, and punctuation are a must. I'm kinda a language police, sorry.
Have fun!
Template to be posted when someone joins I guess?
um
Hi
This sounds cool but we already have a O/O.
But I'll ask anyway :3
May I?
Yup! Also, I should probs respond to our other rp at some point… derp.
Cool x2! Thankies! And ye I'd like the plot to progress in that, lmao
Template:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Personality:
Talents/Powers:
Species:
Other:
Name: Aidina
Age: in his 20's about? Maybe?
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Unknown, probably bi.
Appearance: Aidina is tall, with a height of 6'8". He has handsome features with high cheekbones, wide robin's egg coloured eyes, and skin pale as moonlight. While slender, he isn't skinny, and has reasonably well built muscles. His hair is long and silky, a periwinkle blue coloured, and he has butterfly wings like stained glass that radiate light.
Personality: Unknown.
Talents/Powers: Unknown. Could be powerful. Could also not be.
Species: Unknown.
Other: Has absolutely no memories except for his name and of a woman's laughter. Has a tendency to be kidnapped by people for ahem unsavoury purposes. Seems to have a strong affinity with nature.
Cool. So I'll be making a Human?
Mmmmmm I was thinking not Human, lol. Is a Spirit okay (I'll explain their magic tho)?
Totally! Can't wait to see your character!
Yay! I'll get him up right away.
Name: Oliver “Blood” (but don’t call him that) Eli Williams
Age: 78 (Looks 31)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Really, really gay.
Appearance: Fluffy and spiked up in the back, as if he just woke up from a nap. If it is neatened up, it’ll be parted down the middle with a fine subtlety. He has light, light brown hair with bright olive green eyes. 5’1 and 100lbs (held in the chest and thighs).
Attire: Really Whatever he can find that fits. So basically like, really feminine clothes, which aren’t really noticeable.
Personality: Extremely rude and pushy. He is not afraid to go out of his way to be mean and cruel. A good person in heart, but is really not a good person. Like, at all. Extremely unpredictable. He is a good lover and a father but his mood can shift unpredictability or he can do something random. He never intends to hurt anyone, however.
Talents/Powers: A Spirit is made when a young child, or someone practicing Virginity (someone of innocence), is killed in an unjust manner (such as murder). They are brought to a realm that is shared for just Spirits , and Nicknamed upon who or what killed them (in which case, Blood for Oliver). Spirits generally have high-quality teleporting magic, telekinesis, and healing magic in my Universe.
Species: Spirit
Other-
Backstory: When he was a young child he was killed in a fire. His mother died too yet his brother and father lived. Oliver died and became a Spirit because of his young age, and he was nicknamed “Blood”. He came back into the human realm (from the Spirit Realm (which is explained down below in his Magic)) to save and protect his brother (who is not mentioned in this RP).
Well then, let's RP! I'll post a starter, unless you want to of course.
The clouds opened like a tear in a silk scarf, the threads of sky rapidly and mercilessly being torn apart. And down fell a figure. Hitting the ground, if one could see him up close, you could witness angelic features scintillating in the gloom. Long blue hair now mussed and nature infested, the male was unmoving, comparable to a stone, dead to the world. Wings like a butterfly's, patterned to look like stained glass, were surprisingly left unharmed. And that was just the least of it.
Aidina blinked once, twice, confused. It was daytime now. He tried to sit up, but found himself immobile. His heartbeat quickened, and he tried to breathe, but could only manage pitiful gasps. Desperate tears rolled down his face, he didn't know what he was going to do. Aidina tried to move once more, but then realized that it was too painful to move. He wondered, for a moment, why he hadn't noticed that before. Shock. Shock took away pain. He remembered. What else could he remember? As a thin beam of sun hit his face, this line of inquiry was lost, and all he could think of was how pretty the floating dust looked in the shimmering pulse.
Oliver was walking from work on a rather cloudy day. The sun fought through the clouds and speckled his brown hair, making it shine a pretty golden color as he walked with one hand stuck in his back pocket (the pair of jeans he was wearing didn't have front pockets). He was holding his phone out in front of him, connecting him to it with a pair of earbuds. He was enjoying a relaxing playlist from his Spotify that reminded him of rain. How he loved rain…
He put his phone away swiftly, pausing near in his rocky trek back up the hill of which he lived. He thought he had seen a movement against the green hills.
Aidina, after a moment's recovery, attempted to stand again. Still, nothing. But it seemed that the light helped. He saw a lighter clearing not a few yards away, and began to crawl towards it. Making it to the patch of sun, he laid to rest, feeling his wounds begin to heal, slowly, small cuts making their way closed, cracked ribs moving at a snail's pace to repair themselves.
Oliver definitely wasn't kidding himself as his green eyes followed the movement of a stranger. He paused his music and stuffed his phone away, slowly making his way off the path and across the grassy side of the mountain. He approached slowly, not sure if the person with huge, beautiful butterfly wings had seen him yet.
He sensed a new mind, however it was possible to do so, approaching. Tensing up, Aidina prepared to flee, despite how impossible it was at the moment with his current disadvantage. He didn't, couldn't see the newcomer, couldn't judge his motivations, anything to tell him whether the being was friend or foe. Aidina curled up into a fetal position, shivering and praying to whatever was out there that the thing might simply ignore him.
Oliver paused when it curled up, a few yards off from where it was curled.
"Um… are you okay?" The Spirit asked slowly, inching closer. He tried to tell himself that his curiosity would not run away with him, but it already had.
"Hmm?" Aidina looked up at the figure. Now he could see it was male, seemingly friendly, with an attractive face and a compassionate aura.
"Ar-are you okay?" Oliver asked again, stepping closer and tilting his head curiously. "You look hurt. Did you fall?" He asked as his eyes trailed over the large butterfly wings.
"I think so. Who are you?" Aidina asked.
Oliver went back to the man's face, taken aback by how angelic-looking he was.
"Oh, I'm Oliver Williams. It's nice to meet you."