forum I've got three ideas for an O/O

Started April 24, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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Name: Marius Fletcher
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Son of: Hermes
Powers: Healing abilities, can tell when someone is injured or sick. Very weak musical hypnotism.
Appearance: Sandy blond hair cut shorter at the sides, wave and thick. Smooth, suntanned skin dotted with the occasional mole, broad shoulders, large but surprisingly nimble hands. 5’11”relatively athletic figure, ice-blue eyes, dimples, and a lopsided, mischievous smile. Has a large caduceus tattoo on his back that ends between his shoulder blades and begins just above his waistline.
General Attire: Simple shirts (usually white) occasionally sporting band names and logos, slim-fit blue jeans, white running shoes. Wears a golden cross necklace beneath his shirt despite his lack of religious beliefs—it was his sister’s.
Personality: A bit dorky, secretly a theatre nerd, surprisingly gentle considering his father’s reputation for mischief. Jokes around with his friends but can be awkward with strangers and new people, nearly perfect memory, loves collecting little facts. Sweet, caring, a bit of a mom friend.
Backstory: Will be revealed through the rp.
Other: Is studying to become a surgeon, is a huge fan of Shakespeare and the theatrical arts.

I love him

Yup!))

Whatever you need!

No problem!//

Preferably third, but I can work with both!//

Marius was early for his morning class….. forty-five minutes early, to be exact.

As usual, the hallway just outside the classroom was silent and empty, giving him the perfect opportunity to sit alone with his thoughts, away from the chaotic roommate that took up too much space with his curse words and vulgar insults. Sighing softly, Marius leaned against the wall, tugging the tiny notebook and pencil from his back pocket.

Sarose's fingers tapped on his laptop's side, he had to finish a paper and quickly. After this paper, there was more paperwork to do, then more, then some more. Sarose hated being the only god that actually worked, everyone else just partied all day. Speaking of the other gods partying, he had escaped one of their parties and was now seated in a mortal cafe, a quiet one.

Pressed between the clean-cut pages of the moleskin notebook were words—no, verses. Songs, poems, lyrical projects, the products of his imagination, and all of them tucked neatly between two covers and a half-inch block of paper. With nothing left to do before his class started, he began to scribble down a vague phrase that had sprung to mind while he was brushing his teeth.

I spin and I spin/but the world stands still

I know you're overwhelmed with a lot of rps, so I was wondering if you wannted to put this on hold.//

It's cool with me!/