forum Oh, Cruel Prince. . . must you be so heartless? (Closed OxO with Eli)

Started April 11, 2023 by Deleted user

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@Eli-the-transboi
heya!

Oop lets gooooo

Ok so- what’s the plot- what’s like- idk the ‘arc’?

Well, I'm gonna get my sheet up first and we'll see from there lol- I'll try and build a plot off of personalities and whatnot

Ohh ok!

Alright lol- here we are-

Name: Grant Hedron Drakaser III

Age: 19

Race: Half-human, half unknown

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Appearance-

6'4", 205 lbs.
Style-

Personality: Dark, brooding, callous, cold, indifferent. It's almost as though any semblance of human empathy, sympathy and love have been stripped of him. He understands what emotions are, but treats them as facts and statistics more than anything. Even when you get to know him better, he remains aloof and distant, electing to practice magic or practice swordplay or read. Likes and dislikes are things he doesn't understand - why be pleased or displeased with temporary mortal holdings like wealth or rudeness when you can conduct experiments and learn?
Talents: Analyzing, logical thought, disconnecting from his own personal knowledge to view other viewpoints on things, swordplay, magic

Backstory: (Will reveal 😈)

Weapons-

• Lucidity:
  
• Obscurity:
  

Ohhhhhhhhh hes cute-!

Ill get my dude up soon

Name: Fadey Cressida
Age: 20 but he makes it his mission to make himself look older than he is. (For his own sake)
Looks: tall, 6ft7 and heavily muscled. It’s clear he cares about his appearance and health and wants to look his best.

Style: Victorian style clothing.

Gender: male
Sexuality: gay
Personality: is sometimes a harsh, blunt asshole. But thats only to people he either doesn’t know very well, or people he hates. If you know him, you’d see he’s really just a sweet, timid guy. The only reason he has such a hard outer shell, is to protect himself.
Disabilities:
Mental- ptsd, multiple personality disorder, depression.
Physical- Tension headaches, CAD, High blood sugar. (All caused by stress exept for cad.)
Likes: winter, fall, food, music.
Dislikes: loud areas/people, crowded rooms, being touched by anyone he isn’t close with.
Fears: Haphephobia, enochlophobia.
Other: has a pet cat named miko who just so happens to be an emotional support animal.

(sorry its so short ;-;)

Grant stared down the noble in front of him, his pale eyes fixed upon him with a cool, calculating indifference.

"What need has you for my company?" he asks bluntly. "I can assure you, sir, that unless you bring to me news that my father has died, or that you have discovered something new, I am not in need of your presence."

He continues to stare the noble down as he waits for his reply, his hands tucked behind his back.

(Its ok! Idk what hes there for so ima make one up-)

Fadey bows his head slightly, his hands behind his back. “I was assigned to guide you, sir. As a sort of…assistant. It is an order. Since my job is to help people such as yourself with their work, as well as be a sort of bodyguard, I must do as instructed and stay with you.”

Fadey’s accent was thick and his voice was quiet and deep. Almost raspy sounding. He stood with perfect posture, and a blank expression on his face. If you didn’t know him, he’d look to be in his mid to late 20s. The ugly jagged scar across his eye only adding to that aging effect.

(lol not sure either- i wanted to leave that up for your interpretation)

Grant doesn't twitch a single muscle as he stares down the man.

"I am in no need of assistance, guardianship or guidance." he says after a moment. "Go wander the grounds. Just leave me to my books."

He waits for the man to leave now.

Fadey sighs, “I’m afraid I need to make myself useful, sir.” He lifts his chin, looking down at Grant. “And no, I will not leave until 8 o’clock. That is when my shift ends.”

"Then make yourself useful and stay out of the room." Grant says.

He didn't care that the noble had to look down in order to see him. If the man was truly his bodyguard, he would know that Grant didn't need anyone watching over him.

Fadey sighs, “Just because you are an experienced and excellent swordsman, but you are also still young. And it is my responsibility to look after you. Weather you like it or not.”

"'Young?' You are, by the looks of it, merely 20. You have no right to patronize me here." Grant says cooly. "And it is well known that I am the best. And I do not jest. Even the most well-rounded men and women could not best me, not from this nation or any other."

Fadey closes his eyes for a moment, taking a breath. He then looks back at Grant. “I am still required to stay with you. No matter what kind of fit you throw.”