Alright so my rules are simple, and this’ll be one of the last public RPs I probably make. So if you piss me off in literally any way possible, I know you as a poor RPer somehow, or I simply just… don’t like your style/the rules you implement in YOUR RPs, I will deny you entry of this RP. So don’t get shitty with me if I say no, or you’ll go down in my books as ‘Never even look at again’ book. I write smut and I expect smut, for it’s a glimpse of how mature you are and your level of writing. It will go into PMs and honestly might stay there.
Anyway…
Cameron Tobias Metzler lives in a quiet town in Russia, Izborsk. He expects and appreciates this life, after an eventful thirty-plus years of military service. He worked for the Cold War, in the middle of it around 1984, where he first joined the arms. In his prime days, he was a man who was considered very dangerous, despite being a soldier. He was stationed outside of his country, and stayed there for quite a while, doing quiet work for his country.
Well, thanks to that quiet work, after the war, he was still targeted as an enemy against the states. All of these years later, in 2020 of March, in the sleety, chilly month, a spy was sent out to attack and take him out. But the spy was figured out with the keen eyes of the older veteran, and very slowly they started to interact more as Cameron caught the other more often after their first interaction. Soon the spy found themselves wanting to be caught, and being extremely reluctant to take out their victim, like first ordered…
Cameron: Invalid Character
Cameron is bisexual and doesn’t lean in any way, so it’s up to you whether you want MxM or FxM
(Ooo this looks cool, could I stalk?)
(yeah if anyone actually joins)
(I mean I’d be happy to join if you’d want, although I completely understand if you’d want someone else)
(I mean if you like it enough to stalk it I wouldn’t be opposed to letting you join. Just a small tip, though, and don’t take this the wrong way at all, but try and keep your word count up and I’d love to welcome you into this.)
(Yeah I totally understand (I wasn’t very proud of the last rp we did oof) About how much, roughly, would you prefer?)
(Lmao no worries I wasn’t really either. I would prefer at least a paragraph? I like to go off of what the other person gives me (say you give me five sentences/lines, and I’ll do my very best to replicate it. i like the same treatment so RPs don’t discourage me as much).)
(Lol, I do that too, and yeah I can totally do that. Also I hate to be ‘that person’ but I just realized I have to leave right now. I’ll be back in like two hours, but like I won’t take it personally if someone else wants to join and you choose them)
(oof well idk if anyone else that i want to join will join so no worries)
(Heyo I’m back, so sorry about that. I had planned to go to church later today but then my parents decided out of the blue we’d be going in the morning oof, and then to top it off we simply had to go to the store. As for my character, should I make him into a charcter thing or should I fill out a template for him or…?)
(Also how old would u prefer my dude to be?)
(lmao np mate!! it’s up to u, i already have a thing for Cameron because he was one of the first charries i made on this site. and since Cameron’s in his forties I’d prefer someone at least over thirty-five.)
(Lol awesome, I ended up making him when I was bored midday so that’s great, here he is: Deimos Mysnuk)
(lmao smells like olive oil? alright he’s amazing, I love him!)
(I’m going to update Cameron’s thing, hold on just a hot minute)
(Yeah lol that was all I could imagine him smelling like lmao)
(Awesome! Also I love what you put in his hairstyle part lol)
(Thanks lmao. let me start us off in procrastination of studying)
(Oo yay, I can’t wait also that’s such a mood)
Cameron woke on a windy morning in March, stirring on his large king bed with a stretch and a yawn. It was pleasant, until about a couple seconds later a piercing squealing from his alarm clock woke him up. It was a small digital one, staring at him owlishly with its large ‘6:01 AM’ glaring at him. He smacked the thing until it shut up, and he swung his legs and sat up out of his bed. He had opted to wake up early this morning, for it was a gym and ‘stop being so goddamn lazy day and make breakfast for yourself’ day. It was a new lifestyle that Cameron was trying to implement and it really wasn’t working well for him. His job, which was just a quiet risk managing firm (which he felt much too big for all the time). It paid well, but there was a new influx of people coming in and out for experience. Cameron found himself at the gym more often to vent steam.
Yet in one of these days (for they did not make him blind), he noticed something particular. He realized that there was attention on him that had never been there before. He kept seeing the same person from afar, occasionally hastily looking away as if having been caught staring at him. Cameron had seen the other, but didn’t approach him yet. It could just be a coincidence, but Cameron wanted to decide otherwise.
After his morning routine of showering and cooking his breakfast, he walked out to his car with his gym bag, cuddling away into his jacket after putting his hood up.
Deimos still had a hard time adjusting to the time change, even after all these weeks of tracking. Or maybe he was just tired all the time, which wasn’t far from the truth in his old home. Tired or not, Deimos had an important job to do, so Deimos made himself get out of his bed at 5:30, on the dot. He swiftly got dressed and ready in his very minimalist apartment before heading out in the brisk morning air with a thick, black winter coat on. Deimos went out to his motocycle, parked and chained in the alleyway beside his dreary apartment complex. He slipped on his helmet before he was off, no more that a shadow in the world as he drove through the streets. He parked a block away from his target and walked the rest of the way, stopping by a street corner within vision of said target. He pulled out his phone, no more than an inconspicuous man reading the newspaper on his phone or getting an uber or whatever.
Deimos still hadn’t decided how he’d kill Cameron Metzler. His father, still not retired from his political career despite his age, cautioned him against failing this mission. That didn’t matter, Deimos wouldn’t fail. He couldn’t. He’d trained to be a weapon for his country, and weapons didn’t fail. Sure, sometimes they malfunctioned or broke, but they were always repairable. In the end, they always got the job done.
Cameron flopped into his car with a deep sigh and started on his way to the gym, squeezing the wheel. Even though he was far from the busy streets of the city, there was still congestion as people fought to get to their jobs. Eventually Cameron got himself to the gym.
He worked out for a while, doing his usual routine. An hour later, he left the gym once more in a normal morning, commuting to work after another shower at his home. Now it was the thick of rush hour, where he probably felt most comfortable without the constant extra pair of eyes on him. He never was able to figure out where it came from, but today was Friday. Everyone would be lazy, so he would be lazy, but also trying to figure out the culprit of the spying.
He arrived at his workplace, clocking in and making his way up to his office, which was on the second floor, making sure to pull open the blinds.
Deimos watched him go from the corner of his eyes. He’d already memorized the license plate to him car, he and knew the exact brand and model of the car he drove. Deimos knew he was going to the gym, then he’d go to work after. Deimos thought about following him to the gym too, but he’d already done that before, and as much as Deimos liked to secretively watch hot guys work out, he favored to get a head start to go to Cameron’s office building. He casually spent his morning walking around town until he settled near the tall building he’d grown familiar with—where Cameron worked. Damian knew his target worked on the second floor, and he also knew that occasionally someone would order breakfast brought into their office.
Deimos took out a brown paper bag he had folded from the inside of his coat, a local fast food place’s logo on it. It was only a matter of minutes before he was walking up to the second floor to ‘deliver some food for an employee on the second floor here’, as he told the receptionist. Deimos slowly strolled in, knowing exactly where Cameron’s office was. He approached the outside, glancing in to see just what the male was doing.
