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Started January 23, 2020 by Deleted user

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So basically, this is my plot idea for a possible roleplay. Imagine a kingdom, corrupt, only because the king is hellbent on doing things his own way. If he wants someone dead, so be it. If he wants the whole kingdom's supply of food, so be it. If he wants war with another kingdom, you get the picture. So someone appears in his room, one night, and asks him why he's destroying something so beautiful (the kingdom). That person ends up actually being the first king of the kingdom. They seem to resent each other, but eventually the king sees why he'd need the other.

If you're interested in the concept, or want to help me improve it, please comment something. Thanks for reading!

(It's alright. Here ya go)

He took large strides through the burning scenery, each step making a loud 'slap' against red stone. Tormented screams filled the hot air and a smirk spread across his face. He knew every twist and turn of the place like the back of his hand, including his claws. He loved all these faces he got to see, both new and old. He loved seeing the shake in fear and pain and seeing them scream in agony. It was perfect dissonance. He listened to their cries of "let me out" and their pleads of "I'm innocent." He took it all in with joy. From behind him, he heard one quiet whisper of a new arrival. He turned around, his grin growing sickeningly wide. He leaned forward, his horn gently poked against the new, terrified face. Hot breaths escaped from his mouth and formed four simple words.

"They call me Lucifer."

(Sorry, it's bad. I was having trouble making up something off the top of my head.)

( Here we go, then. )

Full Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
History:
Personality (Optional):
Other:

Full Name: Agape Alistair Crestor ( First name meaning "Godly Love", though he displays nothing of the sort.
Age: He's 36, though he really appears 51.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual, more into males at the moment.
Appearance: Agape's got honey gold hair, that's straightened most always. His eyes are chocolate brown, with flecks of lighter brown. He always wears his crown, which is metallic gold. A bright sapphire remains prominent in it. He's got a bulky build, more fat than muscle. He dons a white tee shirt, covered by one of those capes that royalty tends to wear. ( Sorry I can't think of the name. ) Very informal for a king. He also wears khaki dress pants, and polished brown shoes.
History: Agape became the king of his kingdom when he was seventeen. His father died in war, and his mother wanted nothing to do with the place as a whole. He was so young at the time that making irrational decisions came naturally. The rest is present history.
Personality (Optional): Honestly doesn't care about the kingdom, Agape cares more for his own happiness. That's all I want to explore here.
Other: He owns a cat named 'Royal'.

Full Name: Athilos Maria Acker

Age: Technically, over 200 years old, but he died at 30

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Homosexual

Appearance: His hair is long and a practically golden colour. It reaches halfway down his back when he wears it long or in a braid as he usually does. His eyes an ice-blue colour and are large. Most people describe his eyes as ghostly and haunting. His skin is a pale ivory colour and is completely free of blemishes. He wears a knee-length, white tunic that has embroidery and whatnot, and over it, he wears a thick, red velvet cloak. Under the tunic, he wears black tights. Despite his age, he has a very young appearance. He is short, standing at a mere 170cm and has a thin and fragile frame. His elegance is enough to instil jealousy into most and admiration into some.

History: TW: He assumed the throne at nineteen-years-old after the loss of his late brother who had been assassinated in his sleep. He spent years in melancholy knowing that has was doing the kingdom no good at all. All he could do was panic and dream of what it could have been like if his brother had lived. Every day, he listened to boos and jeers of unhappy people, it pained him so. He talked to his advisors about what he could possibly do to make the people happy, and his heart dropped when his advisor said "nothing." Later on, in that week, he was found hanging in his room by his bedsheets. He had taken his own life.

Since he had no nieces, nephews, or siblings to pass the throne to, the throne went to his older cousin, Henry Alec Crestor. Whose bloodline has held the crown since, calling the Acker family nothing but "a lot of madmen."

Personality (Optional): He deeply cares about the wellbeing of the kingdom and the people in it and it pains him to see the kingdom before treated unjustly. He is an extremely empathetic person, but his emotions tend to make him impulsive.

Other: Despite his whole "being dead" ordeal, he is a tangible being. At times. He can choose whether or not he can be seen or touched. And although he has the ability to float everywhere, he walks instead most commonly.

(Sorry I took so long, I tend to think out my characters for a while. This is actually one of the quickest times I've gotten a form in lol.)

Agape laid in his throne, considerably displaced compared to the normal positioning of a royal. He groaned, the day had been so boring. It was early afternoon, and he ultimately had nothing to do. "I want entertainment…" He mumbled. With the laziest clap, his own magician entered the room, seemingly through magic. Agape knew it was just quick movement, though. He watched as the guy tried his best to make him happy, and it wasn't the best effort to him. Any of his citizens would have been in awe, but he was downright lazy to appreciate the guy.

( Long intro, usually my passages are shorter than this. Just a note. )

(Don't worry, my passages are usually something longer than that, so it doesn't concern me.)

Athilos walked through the familiar stone path of the kingdom. A kingdom once his. He missed the sound of his shoes slapping against the cobblestone. Now it was naught but faint wooshes coming from barefoot feet. He looked around at the buildings, the faces were new but the names were old. His eyes were jaded from the memories of what could have been and what there was now. Pain stabbed holes in his ghostly body, the pain of giving up. He couldn't protect this fair kingdom while he was alive, so he felt guilty and as if he needed to do so while he was dead.

He made his way toward the place where the throne resided. A grand chair that he had cherished oh-so-briefly. He hoped with all of his makeshift heart that it had passed over to someone grand who deserved it. Someone just as great as his brother could have been.

He soon arrived, a wave of disappointment washing over him. At the throne, he saw a man and a magician. The magician working himself to the bone and the man, well, just not caring. This "king" didn't smile nor clap, his just silently ridiculed the frightened magician. It upset Athilos quite a bit. He crossed his arms and floated in wait, wait to see some type of demeanor change, a twitch of a smile even.

(is that too long? Would you like my replies to be shorter?)