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The title says most of it, but it also doesn't have to be a romance OxO.
The title says most of it, but it also doesn't have to be a romance OxO.
Perhaps…… If you're not already tired of my random response rate from our other one together, lol.
Lol, of course you can join!
Here's Dashiell's link. I don't feel like making a character sheet, you can either post a link or make a character sheet. I'm okay with whatever.
Alrighty! I'll post mine sometime tomorrow, then, if that's okay?
Fine by me!
(Just making sure this isn’t lost in the sea of role plays, no rush!)
(Nah, you're good, sorry! I ended up having to work on a project for my AP class, which took up a majority of my day. Now I'm suffering from potential food poisoning, so I got some time to kill.)
Name: Rasmus Mosatt
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Backstory: Ras has been a servant for the Cheslyn family since he was eleven, starting out in the kitchen while being trained by his mother, and eventually working his way up to one of the prince's personal servants. Despite the popular stereotypes surrounding servitude, Rasmus is quite content with his position. He doesn't minds the tasks, and actually enjoys speaking with Prince Dashiell in between them. He converses with his mom regularly, and he's made lots of friends with the other servants and maids, partly due to his sociable personality.
Appearance: Short, about 5'5, with a wiry frame and sun-tanned skin. He has short dark brown hair and matching brown eyes, with crows feet and dimples that demonstrate his mirthful personality. Ras usually wears a simple cream-colored tunic with some darker brown trousers and boots, along with a brown woven bracelet given to him by his younger sister.
Personality: Easy-going, sincere, empathetic, loyal, trusting, independent, overly-passionate about what lots of people consider to be insignificant, gets easily attached to things.
Other: Handy with a knife and shield.
(I filled out his backstory some! Is this okay or should I change it?)
(He's great and as I said, no rush! Get it done whenever you can. I hope you don't get food poisoning!)
(Hello?)
(Ahh, I'm so sorry—I had this open in a seperate tab and I just,,, forgot. I'll get on that now, and if you wanna post a starter in the meantime, I'll try and respond to it at least once tonight!)
(No worries, the updated stuff looks great and okay, ill get a starter up.)
Dashiell tapped his fingers on the desk in his room, feeling over the top bored. His lessons had finished for the day and his fighting lessons had Bern cancelled for the next few days because his instructor, Sietvald had the flu. There was nothing interesting going on in the castle, as usual. Only thing happening at the moment was that his father was engaged in a meeting, something about a war. Dash was unsure, his father never fully explained things to him. He sighed softly and stopped tapping, trying to think of something to do. Books in his room had all been read, lessons were completed, his father nothing for him to do…he sat there contemplating in complete silence.
(It's a little short but I'm tired so whoopsy.)
(No problem—I have to wake up at 4:00am tomorrow, so I'll probably pass out sometime soon after my response (which I'm working on as soon as this posts)!)
Rasmus shifted the weight of the platter to his left hand as he approached to door to the prince's room, knocking and offering a cheery, "Good morning, Your Highness," through the heavy wooden material. "I've brought you breakfast," he added as an afterthought, just in case Prince Dashiell needed some extra incentive.
Dashiell smiled at the sound of Rasmus' voice and stood up, walking to the door and opening it, "Hello Rasmus, thanks for bringing my breakfast." He sighed, "Also remember I've told you, you can call me Dashiell or Dash."
(No problem—I have to wake up at 4:00am tomorrow, so I'll probably pass out sometime soon after my response (which I'm working on as soon as this posts)!)
(Lol)
Ras winked playfully, dancing past the prince to set the platter on his desk. "My apologies, Prince Dash—it's just that, as a humble servant, I must find entertainment in all things," he explained, a knowing grin on his face. So what if he was full of it? He didn't get to where he was now by being meek.
Dash sighed but the smile stayed on his face, he pointed to the platter of food, “And what have you brought me today? It smells wonderful.”
(Hey, quick question—What time period is this set in?)
(Modern, I’m bad with the past so yeah)
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