Our roleplay area. Since I will be the moon, I don't really need to get a character sheet up. Maybe to emphasize how little she knows, make your character sheet undetailed and vague? That way the moon can find out on her own, and I can properly write hes as unknowing. Because even though she's fallen in love with your character, she would really only see them at night, drawing her or something.
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Alrighty! I’ll start working on my bio
Alright, I look forward to starting this.
Name: Ethan Windfall
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Looks: Has a slight olive complexion along with brown eyes and messy brown hair; normally wears sweatshirts and jeans
Personality: Is a mostly laid back, carefree individual; he has a sarcastic sense of humor and cares deeply for his friends and family
(I love him. Since the roleplay is dependent on him finding the moon, would you mind starting this off with him walking and coming across her?)
(Bump.)
(Haha sorry! I’ve been a bit busy, but I’ll try to be on more often :))
In different cultures, nighttime has many symbolic meanings. For many, it symbolizes darkness, despair, or even death. But for Ethan, it had a different meaning entirely. For him, the night symbolized peace. An escape. Freedom from all the thoughts constantly looming in the back of his mind.
Ethan would talk walks at night almost everyday to clear his mind, and he usually would take these long walks down by the lake near his house. He normally enjoyed these short hikes, taking his time as he walked a few times around the lake, but today, something felt off. He couldn’t quite place why he felt this way, but when he saw something moving near the lake, his unease only grew.
“Hello?” He turned on the flashlight on his phone, shining it in the direction of the figure. “Is someone there?”
Selene woke after a long time of rest.
She had no recollection of where she was, no memory of who she was - all she knew is that she was here, wherever here was, to find someone.
Aa flash of a face comes to her, and a name.
So of course, when she sees the light of something, she gets her hops up.
She stumbles to her feet and races over to the man, tripping at the last possible moment as she realizes, I don't know how exactly to use this body, and falls against the man's chest.
She smiles up at the man, knowing somehow that he was the one she was searching for -
"Ethan." she smiles softly, like liquid starlight, like quicksilver, before passing out once more.
(Oh heck, I just realized I accidentally forgot to say something at the beginning 😂 I normally say this at the beginning of every rp, but it slipped my mind. For romance in rps, I keep at a PG level, basically meaning I’m totally good with kissing, hugging, stuff like that, but I don’t do anything with a sexual theme. Hope that’s good with you 👍🏻)
Ethan saw the figure move in the distance— affirming his theory that someone or something was there. However, he was still unable to make out what it was because of the darkness. He crept closer, curious, but his heart stopped when he realized something. The figure was no longer on the ground. It was up and running towards him. Everything in his body told him to run, but he seemed to freeze in the moment, staring in shock as the figure made a mad dash for him. However, as it got closer, Ethan realized that it wasn’t a murderer or a wild animal like he’d first expected. It was a woman.
Before he could even process what was happening, the woman flung herself onto him, and he had to drop his cell phone simply to keep them both from toppling over. He looked down at the woman, down into her eyes. They were dazed, and Ethan figured she was drunk, but even that couldn’t explain the name that came out of her mouth. His name. It was all she managed to say before her head dropped once again.
For a few minutes, Ethan stood there, completely confused on what to do. This girl seemed to know him, but yet he couldn’t recognize her face worth the life of him. Maybe it was a girl from his college? Someone who’d he only met a couple times? Still, the whole event was strange, but he couldn’t leave her here while she was unconscious. So, unsure of what else to do, he wrapped the young woman in his jacket, picked up his cell phone, and began to carry her back towards his car.
(Okay, that is alright.)
(Appearance-wise: she is only wearing a thin linen wrap that barely keeps her covered, she is pale as snow, and her silvery-white irises glow; her hair falls to her waist and is a pure white color.)
(One last thing: how tall is Ethan?)
Selene only makes a noise and moves slightly closer to the man as he picks her up, not waking up in the slightest.
As he sets her in the backseat, she whines quietly, her grip on Ethan tightening painfully before relaxing into the seat.
((Mm… prolly around 6’1”))
After turning on his vehicle, Ethan sat there for a while in a stunned silence. Weird things had happened to him before on his nightly walks, but nothing like this. What was he even supposed to do in the kind of situation? Should he call the police, or should he avoid getting them involved?
Ethan sighed, wrapping his hands around the steering wheel. Well, he could start with getting her somewhere safe. He wasn’t too keen on the idea of taking her to this house, but at that point, he felt like he had no other choice. So, without any other ideas, he drove down the street and towards his apartment building.