forum "I will be your sword and shield." (o/o) (fantasy) (mature)

Started March 31, 2021 by @Vuclan-is-tired

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SO I SHOULDN'T BE MAKING ANOTHER FUCKING RP BUT I AM SO SUCK IT. I HAVE A CHARACTER THAT I REALLY WANNA RP.

This has fantasy, action, etc. Elves, centaurs, spirits, dragons, etc are all real, so feel free to go wild with your characters!

Some basic rules:

• I am better at writing LGBT+ relationships, it's just easier for me? So this will probably be gay.
• If smut becomes a thing, it will be moved to pm. Let me know at the beginning of the rp if you're okay with this or if you want to skip it.
• This will be bloody, gory, there will be mentions of sensitive topics so please for the love of god tell me what your triggers are. I don't want to hurt anyone.
• If I am not familiar with your style of roleplaying, or it has been a while, I will ask for an rp style.
• Please no one liners, I'm not a huge fan of them. I understand if you're tired, or not up to it. Your replies can be short but please don't make it a habit.
• Don't be a dick, I think this should be self-explanatory.
• Have somewhat decent grammar? Okay? Okay.
• If you have an idea, let me know! Chances are, I'll want to hear it!

HERE IS MY BABY BEAN

Name: Zale Ansel King
Meaning: Sea, Strength / Divine protection / King, Ruler
Nicknames: Warrior, Hephaestus
Titles: Sir, Mr.
Pet names: Only those who are EXTREMELY close to him are allowed to give him nicknames. Anyone else is whacked by a shield or a knife is thrown at them.
Signature: He actually has pretty handwriting, it’s very curvy.
Gender/Pronouns: Male, He/him/they/them
Orientation: Bisexual preference towards males
Age: 26
Powers: Magic, strongest when it comes to fire magic.
Age Appearance: Early 20s
Birthday: January 1st
Zodiac: Capricorn
Occupation: Black smith, he hows his own forge
Hobbies/Interests: Writing, Sleeping, Cooking, documenting the stars, stone skipping
Skills: Blacksmith, cooking, patching up wounds
Likes: The snow/cold, strawberries, cats, stargazing, making little gifts for people
Dislikes: Being lied to, being underestimated, being woken up, betrayal, bigger people picking on smaller people.
Sense of Humor: He always tries to brighten things up, keep others in good spirits.
Pet Peeves: People touching his things without asking, People chewing in his ear, people unexpectedly touching him or getting into his bubble.
Habits and Mannerisms: He has a habit of sighing, or cracking his knuckles too much. When he’s talking with people, he often imitates their movements. When he’s flirty, his eyebrow raise slightly and he’ll lick his lips slowly when thinking something ahem-.
Scent: When he hasn’t spent all day in his forge, he smells like citrus and earth.
Quirks: Will often sing lullabies or sing to himself, often spaces out, he’s really good at remembering names and faces.He can remember little details about people. His eyes get darker the angrier he gets. Often fiddles with his hair
Savvy: Unexpected knowledge, this man pays attention to details and is fantastic at finding things out. Craftsmanship, most things he makes are well made and are exactly what his employer needs.
Guilty pleasure: Writing/Journaling, he really only does it in his spare time, he’s a sucker for romance novels as well, but of course he’ll deny it.
Closet hobby: learning guitar.
Distinguishing features: His hands, they’re strong, calloused, and covered in scars. His eyes, they have flecks of gold in them.
Species: Human
Preferred hand: left
Appearance: Zale has broader shoulders and a slimmer waist, he’s well built because of his career in blacksmithing. He has long brown hair that’s usually in a half up, half down bun situation with strands of hair that frame his face rather nicely. Freckles cover his body, they’re EVERYWHERE. His eyes are a milk chocolate brown, however the more emotional he gets, the deeper his eyes turn. They have flecks of gold in them. He’s very scarred, mostly on his hands. His biggest scar is on his back, a nasty gash mark from when he slammed into a rock. He has a rather nice beard, which he keeps well groomed. It doesn’t go over his mouth, and he keeps it relatively short. He’s usually seen in a simple white shirt, brown pants, and buckled boots (casual).
Height: 6’1 ½
Weight: 220 (mostly muscle)
General health: He works hard to take care of his body, and he’s good at patching people up. Sometimes he forgets to take care of himself, but he takes care of himself.
Energy: He’s like that chill, laid back dad. But he has extreme endurance and he can last a few days without sleep.
Memory: He’s good at remembering little details, and names and faces. If it’s someone he cares deeply about, then he remembers practically everything.
Senses: Pretty average, but his touch and hearing is especially good.
Allergies: Not really allergic to anything.
Handicaps: Mental handicaps, lost a leg when his home was attacked, forged himself a new one.
Medication: Takes depression/anxiety meds
Phobias: Needles
Addictions: When he’s extremely stressed he drinks. He’s just a tired drunk though, occasionally emotional.
Mental Disorders: PTSD, Depression, Anxiety
Languages: He knows basics for various languages, can speak somewhat fluent Draconic
Accent: Soft Scottish
Pitch: Alto
Impediments: When he’s really angry his accent gets stronger.
Expletives: He says fuck a lot, but most of the time he’s chill.
Laughter: When he laughs… it’s like fucking angels. It’s beautiful, lights up an entire room. It’s real and genuine and warm. It’s that kind of laugh that fills you with all the happy chemicals.
Tag line: It's a habit at this point for him to say “I’ve got you” or “It’s going to be okay.” He’ll do anything to protect those around him.
Signature Quote: “I will be your sword and shield.”
Enneagram: The Peacemaker/The Loyalist: Receptive, Reassuring, Agreeable, complacent and Committed, Security-Oriented Type. Engaging, Responsible, Anxious, and Suspicious
Ego/Superego/Id: Ego
The Shadow: He falls into the depths of his mind, almost to where he can't get out again. He often has intense moments of self doubt and loss of self worth.
Persona/Mask: He wears a mask to keep himself safe. A mask that’s smiling and warm. However, under the mask is confusion, fear, self doubt, and loss.
Extended Description: If there is a dispute, Zale is one of the best men to come to. He hears both sides, and he tries to diffuse situations. He’s like a rock to those around him. He’s reliable and strong, and he keeps more on the neutral side. He doesn’t choose sides, and he doesn’t show bias. People usually go to him because of this. He’s not one that talks about his past, or even acknowledges it so it can appear secretive. He hates when people make assumptions about him. He’s very much a father figure.
Combat style: Close combat
Style: Defensive
Weapon Choice: Sword and Shield.
History: He will open up about it…. eventually.

Name: Rhyn Cillian Grey
Age: 24
Birthday: October 17th
Zodic: Libra
Sexuality: doesn't like to put a label, however knows he's queer
Pronouns/gender: he/him, male
Powers: manipulation of light - starlight, moonlight, sunlight etc
Appearance: tan skin, He's around average height but more towards the shorter side and pretty muscular in build, although is is pretty skinny despite that. He has brown, chestnut hair, it's floofy and unkempt a lot of the time but on the very rare occasion, he will brush it. He has a strong, chiselled jawline. His eyes are a sharp green colour, rimmed with a black a His facial features are well defined, cheek bones sharp and prominent. Cas has a scar in his left eyebrow. Looks like the 'standard' for male beauty. Pointed ears. Tends to wear light clothing, button up shirts and flowing pants that are easy to move in. Black, leather walking boots. A leather belt which holds his long sword. Hands covered in rings of different sizes and styles. Soft yet strong hands from working over the years. Sometimes calloused depending on how much fighting he's been doing.
Scent: cinnamon and pine
Weapons: skilled with a long sword, can use a bow, hand to hand combat is his main form of fighting
Species: half human, half elf
Skills: good with hand to hand combat, negotiation, baking
Occupation: technically none, he's a traveler, but has had jobs here and there helping out in small towns in the bakery throughout the years
Personality: Rhyn is a hard worker, a strong worker, however is a free spirit through and through. He likes his own time, his own space, never staying in one place for longer than he needs. He's reserved, almost quiet. Takes a long time to open up to people about anything about himself. Those outer layers tend to hide his softer side. The one that craves to be loved and receive positive affection. Loyal almost to a fault sometimes once he truly trusts the person. Intelligent, smart and a quick thinker. Passionate in all aspects of his life. Comes across as stoic and strong but he'd a friendly, lovable guy if you stick around for long enough to get to know that side of him. Suffers from depression.
Likes: strawberries, croissants, the small of pine trees after rain, romance novels, music, the ocean
Dislikes: liars, being manipulated and being used, coffee, being given a false sense of hope
Pet peeves: people who take his things without asking, people who spoil books he's reading, unnecessary smacking of lips.
History/background: mother was an elf, father was a human. Rhyn developed more of his mothers traits when it came to appearance but personality wise took after his father. Only child. Father was killed in a mining accident when he was a teenager. (Gonna develop this more later on)
Hobbies: baking, singing, drawing - mainly with charcoal
Talents: can make a mean chocolate croissant, free hand drawing
Fears: being alone for the rest of his life, never seeing his mother again
Quotes: 'To whatever end'

I love him oh my gosh!!!

thank you! me too :))

Okay! So how do we want them to meet?

hmm, maybe Rhyn has to get his sword sharpened and Zale happens to be the only one around who can?

Yeah that works!

Hell yeah, do you want to start or would you like me too?

Hm. I could once I'm done with classes ^^

Zale walked quietly through the streets early that morning, bags against his back as he trudged back to his home/forge. His wolf, Viessa walked beside him, her large body easily avoiding the stalls that would soon be bustling with people. Her maw was still stained red from her kill this morning. He'd need to clean her off at some point so she wouldn't scare off costumers. Zale had spent the early morning hunting and travelling to another small trade town to get more supplies since he was running on short supply while he waited for his next big load of supplies to come in. So this was more to handle himself until that came.
His shop, Titanstone, finally came into view and he felt nothing but relief at the sight of his familiar home sweet home. Viessa barked and rushed towards the house, her tail wagging excitedly. Zale smiled at the sight as he walked behind her. Yes… it was good to be home. Good to be in his familiar home Sunbrook and walking roads he had walked thousands of times. The space where he worked was an open area where people on the street could peer in and talk to him, but of course it was empty of supplies since he only brought those out when he was getting to work and open for business.
Titanstone, considered one of the best forges west of the palace was well known for its top tier work and kind owner. Business was always thriving and that could be easily seen as the day moved on and the shop opened. Some of his work was up for sale, or he was working on repairs. Viessa was snoozing peacefully in the sunlight, her belly rolled up to face the heat of the sun. It was a warm day, spring shedding and slowly becoming summer.

Rhyn had been traveling for just over a month now. He'd spent most of winter and the beginning of spring staying in the northern town of Keinhein, working in a small bakery while he was there. Winter was never a good time for a traveler, too cold and wet and dry places to stay on the road were next to none. It was his usual routine by this point, to stay somewhere for winter and keep moving, and a routine that he enjoyed. The trek west had been a relatively peaceful one. He'd run into a couple bandits but apart from that, his journey had been enjoyable. The peace and quiet, being able to sleep in the gathering warmth of the late spring sun. It was a gentle reminder of why he liked this life.
Rhyn had never been one to settle. A soon as he could he'd left home to explore more of his world, wanting to know more about its secrets. Sure, sometimes he missed the security of being at home but it wasn't as exciting as meeting knew people everyday, learning about each others travels, recommendations on where to go. He was free to go where ever, not locked into one place at all times and that was what he enjoyed the most.
He knew that he'd have to stop off in the next town he came across. Provisions were running low and he needed his blade sharpened. You could never be too careful and even though he knew that the chances of him needing his blade anytime soon were low, it was more of a precaution then anything else. It was why he'd set off early that morning, wanting to make the most of the last days of spring and beat the late afternoon heat. As much as traveling in winter was awful, so was traveling in the heat.

By the time Rhyn had arrived, the town was bustling with activity. Bargains were being made, the sweet smell of the bakery wafted through the air, people called from stalls, selling jewelry, books, food, so on and so forth. It was a thriving town, and absolutely stunning. A fountain bubbled in the middle of the town, filled with coins and glistening brightly in the sun. The town square was filled with people chatting happily, women and men dancing to music provided by a band. It felt like there was a constant party happening somewhere. It was rather impressive. Asking for directions wouldn't be too hard, considering most were kind enough to offer information as well as little bits and pieces on the town, such as the best bar, or hotel.

As for Zale, he was busy tending to his shop. Viessa had long woken from her nap and had wandered off somewhere through the town seeking snacks that the people often handed out. His brow was drenched in sweat, his face semi dirty from the ashes. His hands were bare, only wearing an apron to protect his clothing. Fire had no affect on him since he had grown up practicing to wield fire.

Rhyn couldn't help but smile at the sight of the bustling, busy town as he walked through the cobblestone streets. He'd forgotten what it was like to see a town so full of life. His last had been quiet and grey during the winter, the stalls and streets only busy when it wasn't raining which in winter, wasn't very often. He needed food, desperately, but it might be in his best interest to spend a couple nights somewhere, rest up properly before heading on the road again. Rhyn shook his head a little, weaving through the crowds of people. He'd figure it out a later this afternoon. Right now, he needed his blade sharpened.
It didn't take long for him to find Titanstone. Most people he spoke too were happy to give directions and all spoke highly of the man who owned the place, a guy called Zale. He sounded skilled, very much so, which was good for Rhyn as he knew very little about tending to weapons.
"Hello?" He called out, standing at the entrance to the store.

Even in the winter, the city was always alive with warm and welcoming people. Every season had it's own festival, had a god to celebrate with. Food was no issue to find, breads, vegetables, fruits, and more could be found at practically every other stall. The people were kind and offered directions to any wanderer. Children chased each other in the square. It was lively, that was for sure.
When Rhyn arrived, Zale was hard at work. He was a kind man, it was easy to tell by the look on his face. He was covered in freckles, his long hair tightly pulled back as to not catch fire or to fall into the metal. His brow was covered in sweat, which was wiped away by his forearm. He looks up when Rhyn called out, "One moment!" He calls back, setting down his tools and moving to where Rhyn was. "Welcome to Titanstone, is there something I can help you with?" He asks curiously, tilting his head.

Rhyn watched closely as the other worked away. He'd never had really had a lot of strength or muscle until recent years. He'd always been lean in his younger years, not cut out for this line of work. When Zale moved closer, Rhyn offered the other man a fleeting smile before pulling his sword from the sheath at his side, "Uh yes, I was hoping you could possible do me the favor of sharpening my blade?" He asked, moving a couple steps closer, "I can see you're busy so if not that's okay, it's been a while since I've seen a good blacksmith."

Zale wiped off his hands as the other spoke, he hadn't worn gloves, which suggested an immunity to fire. Zale had been doing this job since he could remember. Well… not like there was much to remember anyways. He hummed and smiled a little bit as he looked over the sword. "No, no. It's alright. It won't take too much time." He chuckles softly and looks over the sword, carefully inspecting it. "It's a beautiful sword." He nods in satisfaction. "I can handle this for you, however, it may take a day or so. How long are you planning to stay in town?" He leans against the wooden counter that separated the two.

Rhyn huffed a small laugh, "Cheers, its served me well over the years." The sword was clearly of elf make, down to the spiraling twigs and branches that encompassed the handle and the small, white gems in between. As for how long he'd be staying… he hadn't really thought of that. He could do with a soft bed for a night or two now that he thought about it, "Not sure yet, a few days at least. Long enough to let you take as long as you need on her, at least." It gave him time to inspect the town as well, see if there was a chance of him getting a job here if he ever needed it.

He glanced over the sword and gave an affirming nod. "It's beautiful." He chuckles quietly and glanced at the other. "Alright. There are a few hotels here and there, it's a fairly big town. If you need anything just ask around. The people here are friendly enough." He chuckles softly. "We can discuss payment once you've seen the handiwork." He pats the swords handle gently. "If there's anything else you need, let me know." He glanced down at the sword, carefully inspecting it. "It'll take two to three days to get her into tip top shape. I have to finish a few more items, but then she'll be all taken care of."