@Shuri-the-Floof-Doggo
I wanted to do an urban fantasy fluffy rom-com thing for some reason… LGBTQ+ is always accepted… It's gonna take place in a bar, modern times… Supernatural creatures are to stay a secret…
I wanted to do an urban fantasy fluffy rom-com thing for some reason… LGBTQ+ is always accepted… It's gonna take place in a bar, modern times… Supernatural creatures are to stay a secret…
slides in wearing mismatching socks
sup
rolls up pants to show weaboo socks
Hiya!
How's it going? You can join!
Nice!
Today is going pretty alright so far. You?
Also yes please I'd love to join
I'm fine!
And I'd love to have you… Template or nah?
Sure, template sounds good to me, if you want.
Then I'll post my boi!
Name: Byron V'deila
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Age: 155
Species: Vampire
Personality: Byron is tender, hilarious and sensitive deep down. Unfortunately he keeps his good heart under lock and key. Outwardly, he is cruel, cold and merciless, with little regard for the lives of others, and even less for his own life. He has no will to live, and a bad attitude, but he has his redeeming moments.
Appearance: Byron stands at 5'9" in stature, with a normal build. He is average-looking, if not, a bit handsome, with short, thick, spiky red hair, cold blue eyes, and a pinch of freckles on his nose.
Talents: He's got a knack for diplomacy, and is a decent brawler. Lots of knowledge from his 155 years on Earth.
Powers: Superhuman strength, stamina, agility, durability and regeneration. Hypnotism. Shapeshifting.
Flaws: Hates the fuck out of himself. Generally an asshole.
Weaknesses: Sunlight annoys him. Extremely susceptible to death by fire. If he is impaled AND decapitated, he'll be weak enough to finish off.
Type of Partner: High standards… That is all I can say…
Other: Based on the Strigoi of Nosferatu of Slavic mythology. Doesn't have fangs. Last name means "bloodsucker" in Greek.
(oof I have a new guy I think might be good for him but eh we'll see. I think I'll just keep my guy a mere human)
Name: Darius Leon Medford
Gender: CisMale
Age: 23
Sexuality: very, very much gay
Appearance: Soft, wispy blonde hair parted left of his center, with side bangs and stray hairs in a bedhead-but-styled fashion. Gentle, brown eyes with a round face but pointed features and a small nose. Rather handsome. Triangular-like torso frame, fit build. Medium-tall at 5'10" and rather healthy at 154 lbs. No piercings. Has a tattoo on his upper back of a flower bouquet with the name "Marie" in the middle.
Outfit: Dark-red undershirt, white button-up t-shirt, and an unzipped black leather jacket with an upturned collar. Regular dark jeans with a black belt and white converse shoes. Inconspicuous sunglass always either hanging on the front of his shirt or on his face/head.
Personality: Relaxed, keeps an air of calm around him, laid-back, tolerant, passive-aggressive when he's angered, hardly ever yells, patient, endearing, confident, charming, thoughtful, flirtatious when he feels like it, humorous, polite, gentle, loving, empathetic, communicative, responsible, trusting, and calculating.
Flaws: Sometimes a bit too tolerable of shit. Has a hard time saying a solid "no". Does nothing without a reason.
Backstory: His father is a rich billionaire director, entrepreneur, and politician, and generally a dick-ass father to Darius. His mother was an ambassador and a wonderful mother. She passed away to cancer a few years ago, but he is still sore from her loss and tattooed her name onto his back to share and preserve her memory. He used to be a young actor, but he cut off his career early and left to pursue his own path in honor of his wonderful and independent mother, who basically raised him on her own.
Other: Darius currently works at a flower/garden shop. He is left-handed.
Huh… What do you know… Byron is a filthy rich dickhead like his father… Wow…
Ooh. This is gonna be interesting…
Indeed…
Now how to proceed…
I'll post a starter…
Byron burst into the scene trying to contain the satanic urges that surged and pulsed through his body… His throat burned, parched, cracked, as he scoured the area… He spotted a rebellious yet dapper looking man with blonde bed-head, barely taller than he was. He headed over to the main counter, taking a seat next to him.
Silence.
Darius flinched slightly, startled at the suddenness of a spiky-haired redhead barging in and taking a seat next to him. He opened his mouth to say something, and only managed to get out a small "Uh… hi?" before he was cut off by his drink arriving. He's kinda nice to look at, but he seems a bit angry so maybe not… Darius decided to turn his head and focus on the space in front of him instead of bothering the guy.
"Hello…" Byron said in a brilly voice. He flashed a mesmerizing grin at the stranger.
(Maybe Darius should have some sort of magical item so that Byron can't hypnotize him? Maybe he doesn't know it's magical, like a souvenir he bought?)
(Could be a relic his mother handed down to him before she passed and he put it on a string so he could wear it as a necklace/amulet?)
Oh, maybe he isn't as mad as I thought…
Darius turned back to the man and flashed his own charming smile. "Oh! Hi! What brings you here, hmm?" He asked lightly as he reached for his drink to take a sip.
"Thirst…" He said truthfully, as the shadows enveloped his features, giving them a predatory quality. His sharp ears and nose, pointy chin, wolf-ish grin, and sinewy shoulders and hips, as well as his angular joints, all taking on a satanic appearance. His slanted eyes radiated cold. His red hair like fire. He was malevolently beautiful now, despite being nearly unremarkable a minute ago.
"And you?"
"I'm just here to admire," Darius chuckled, slightly raising an eyebrow at the guy. He wasn't like that earlier, was he? I thought I just ordered a wine cooler… maybe they used some strong alcohol in this… Darius decided to set aside the rest of his drink for the time being, while he still could. "So what's your name, beautiful?"
"Byron." He huffed, nonchalantly as he ordered a bit of spiced rum. "And you?" He asked, rolling his eyes theatrically as his tongue slid over his teeth. He pouted as he waited, used to better treatment.
"Darius." He bit back from saying any more, and instead ended up swallowing nervously. Must've said something to anger him I suppose… Oh well. "So, Byron, where are you from?" He side-eyed his own drink, debating whether or not to continue consuming as more people were beginning to flood into the club by now.
"I'm from Romania, although you probably can't tell…" He said, referring to his American accent. He sighed in relief as his rum arrived, drinking it down a bit. "And you… My darling?" He asked.
"You're right, I totally couldn't tell!" Darius allowed himself a drink as well before responding. "I'm boring compared to you; I was born here in the United States. Though, I do have citizenship in a few other countries…"
"That's not boring at all, you seem well-travelled… Which countries?" He asked, legitimately curious. He tried to hypnotize him with his eyes.
Nothing?
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