Name: Alexander "Alex" Martin Swanson
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: gay
Nationality: Irish-American (Mother immigrated from Ireland before he was born)
Family: Fiona O'Malley, mother. Dead. James Swanson, father. Unknown. No siblings.
Appearance: Alex is of about average height. He is pale, with just a few tiny freckles on the bridge of his nose. There are various scars scattered all over his body. He's too thin for his height. He has brown hair with hints of gold and red, which is about shoulder length. He keeps it tied back in a ponytail. His eyes are green, but turn black when he uses his powers.
Powers and abilities?: He can see ghosts, and cause death. If someone is going to die within twenty-four hours, he can see their ghosts too. He causes death usually by physical touch, but can do it from a distance if he tries really hard.
Personality: (rough, will be fleshed out more in RP) Alex is quiet, and shy. He doesn't talk very much. When stressed or upset or angry, he'll mumble "one two three" over and over and over and over until he's calmed down again. Any reminder of what happened to him in the past makes him start to break down. He's pretty much half insane, so.
Other: (this is just so you understand him a bit more) he was in a mental asylum in Britain for nearly four years, having been locked up in there against his will. More backstory will come out in RP
So I just have him…and I know he fits into about the late 1700's to mid 1800's. So I want a historical romance RP that takes place in that time period, in America. Obviously it's a BxB romance, because he's gay. Other than that, I don't really know what it's about. Alex is a very damaged person, and needs a lot of love and help to get better. (Reboot of an RP that never got off the ground)
Rules:
- Andrews rules apply
- This will be a mature RP
- Steamy stuff will be taken to PMs
- This is a descriptive RP. Little to no one liners, and proper spelling and grammar is a must
- I reserve the right to say no
Can I have a link to an RP you're already in, so I can see your style?
Sure! Just lemme dig up something really quick-
Most recent, and one I made
Oh looks good! Yeah you can join :)
Np! I'll post the template :)
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Name: James Jones
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Nationality: British-American (Parents had immigrated from Britain)
Family: Mary Jones, mother, deceased. Thomas Jones, father, deceased.
Appearance: He has long, messy brown curls he doesn't even bother tying back, tanned skin from being outside at all times, and bright brown eyes. He always looks scruffy and a bit dirty, but he smiles a lot and brightly.
Powers and abilities?: He can make himself invisible or quiet. He uses this to steal and pick pocket, but he can still do it.
Personality: Bright, rebellious, snarky, clever, tiered, a bit sad inside but what ever for him, protective, actually very sweet and loyal if you manage to earn his trust, but once you break that… you aren't getting it back. Ever.
Other: James refuses to talk about his parents. All anyone knows is that he's an orphaned street rat. From there, it depends on the person you ask. Most say he's a worthless pick pocket and thief. The street kids see him as a protector and father figure, who tries to keep everyone okay.
Ooh I like him!! Would you like me to start? Also for time period, I was thinking around 1880?
Also I gtg to bed soon, so I won't post a starter until morning, most likely
Could you please? And 1880 works!!!!
Alex had arrived back in America only recently, with only the clothes on his back and the journal tucked into his coat pocket. It had been a month since his arrival, and he was still recovering from the drugs he had been given during transit from Britain back to America. He hadn't chosen any of this. He shook his head quickly when the ghosts swarmed him again, and began to mumble "one two three" under his breath, over and over again. He ran a hand over his hair nervously.
James walked along the docks, quickly yanking the purse from some rich traveler yelling at a young sailor. He smirked as he walked, brushing by another guy. "'scuse me." He said softly, shuffling sideways as he heard someone yelling about their missing money. He bit back a laugh, picking up his pace.
Alex flinched as someone brushed against him, the counting speeding up. He felt dizzy. He always felt dizzy. Ever since…that. Ever since being locked in Bedlam, in the asylum. The asylum the asylum asylum asylum asylum. He took a deep breath, still counting "one two three" over and over and swaying. He didn't know which way back to the hotel. He didn't know where he was, and he was shaking again.
"Pardon, mate-" James said, relizing he walked into a tight crowd. Oh well. He looked over at the man next to him. "Sorry 'bout that- alright there, mate? Or is it just being on the water?"
Alex let out a quick breath at being addressed. "I-I…" he shook his head quickly, jaw working for a moment. His fingers tapped a strange rhythm on his pant leg, and he was still mumbling "one two three" under his breath. He wasn't quite in control of his words and actions anymore, his fear and memories taking him over.
"Hey, mate…" James said, gently pulling him out of the crowd. "Breath, alright?" He said softly, looking at him. "Just calm down." He forgot that he was supposed to be running from someone. "Calm down…"
Alex took a deep breath, flinching away from James' hands. Alex wasn't very tall, with a slim, almost feminine form. He swallowed, counting eventually fading away as he began to calm down. "S-sorry." He stammered out, tugging on his gloves anxiously. "I…my apologies."
"It's alright, mate." James said, giving the other man a smile. "Name's James. And you?" He asked, tilting his head slightly. He looked up at the yell of "Thief!" "On second thought," He said. "Tell me when you run into me again. Have fun!" He called, smiling over his shoulder before running off.
Alex blinked, watching him go. He let out a shaky breath, hand snaking inside his coat to touch the journal tucked there. He needed a drink, he decided. A nice, stiff drink, and then find the hotel again. Hopefully drink enough to put him to sleep without too much trouble.
James darted off through the streets, eventually losing them. He skidded into place between two buildings, panting slightly. "Oh, what a chase!" He said to himself, grinning.
Alex started walking again, hands tucked into his pockets. He needed a drink. He knew of a bar where fellas like him could get a drink and company. By "fellas like him" he meant guys that preferred the romantic company of other guys, instead of women.
