He was the brooding Prince of Darkness. The Devil. Satan. What have you.
He was the king of his underworld, and king of demons. He was alone at the top, ruling with an iron fist.
Well, that's actually the truth. Lucifer was a rather brooding man, yes. With a heart as cold as steel, set on wanting a great destiny for his Demonic people.
What happens when a human (who has done great sin) melts his heart?
idk I'm bored lol and I like this.
Yes
clicks tongue hey
Hey man I think I have just the character for you. Gay or nah
Hm depends throw him up.
Though first I want a writing sample.
Hello!
Hey there, I've never RPed with you before so could you toss up a writing example?
Wdym?
I'd like an example of your writing…?
Oh shit! Sorry! Is there a certain thing that you would like me to write about or do you just want me to rant? lol
No I mean if you're part of any RPs and if there's a bit in one of them that you like a lot, to share it with me?
Ok nevermind then…
Anyone else?
Sorry, had to do something. I've got this https://www.notebook.ai/forum/roleplaying/royalty-roleplay-open-reboot and this https://www.notebook.ai/forum/roleplaying/one-on-one-with-caustic_fraust which are pretty good examples
Alrighty love come on in! Toss up your gay boi for me.
Thanks! I'll just describe him since there's no temp. He's an Italian boyo in his late teens, and he's kinda a psychopath mass murderer. He lied about his age at sixteen to join the army and killed a lot of people. He's even willingly killed people from his own side, and was never caught. He doesn't really experience guilt, empathy, or sympathy, but he still has emotions. Is gay and can get flustered
Sweettttt okay. So I was thinking this would be like a nice, two-way thing then, like they're both what they need to become… well, not better people but more open I guess.
Anyhow would you like to start?
Do we have a context? Like, how are they meeting and where are we?
Well, obviously in Heck. I was thinking maybe your guy just died after getting judged and they were like, "Hell naw this guy's gotta see Lucifer about this" and yeah on from there.
Alright sounds chill. I can start if that's what you want?
Nah I can start with context as to what Hell is like and what Lucifer was up to before your boi was sent to him, then you can follow up with how your boi died and getting sent over.
Cool cool
Lucifer sighed deeply as he gazed out his large bedroom window, swishing a glass of bourbon in his hand idly. The tall man was dressed to impress, with a neat velvet-red suit with a crisp black undershirt and tie. His black hair was curled to perfection, framing his long, sharp jaw and crisp black eyes. His lips were twitched in a slight, dissatisfied look, showing sharp, pointed, white teeth. He tossed the drink away to the side, where it disappeared slowly into the carpet, his dress shoes hitting it as he walked from his bedroom.
He was tired of waiting. He heard he was going to get a new arrival. A human with unimaginable violence in his heart. Right, he had passed on the largest of criminals, none of which had survived to walk outside of his mansion. But he prepared himself nice and neat, in his large typical mansion house. He skulked near his front door, sticking his hands into his pockets. It was only a matter of time.
Scipio showed up in hell, just as he'd expected. He smirked a bit and glanced around, humming 'Mama, we all go to hell' simply for the irony. His normally neat, black hair fell into his icy blue gray eyes a bit, but he couldn't expect to look flawless after being hung. He wandered around for another few minutes before noticing a door, which he figured must belong to Satan himself. He walked up to the door and knocked on it. "Oh, Lucy~ I'm home!" He grinned to himself, rather amused.
Lucifer perked up at the knock, answering it immediately after the knock, looking down at his small guest down the sharp bridge of his nose, furrowing his thick eyebrows together.
"Hm. You are not what I expected," He growled in a rumbling, throaty voice, tilting his head up with a deep sigh. "I might as well get this over with, then, come on." He gestured for the other to join him. "And shut the door behind you, human. If not, you'll be kicked out of it." He was a rather perfectionist type of person in all of his years dealing with stupid humans.
"What do you mean you didn't expect a seventeen year old Italian murderer to show up?" Scipio shut the door behind him and followed Lucifer. He'd never really respected authorities; he thought he was above them. Why wouldn't he act the same way for the king of hell? Honestly, he was already having fun here, though. He'd heard stories about how awful hell supposedly was, but he felt more at home than he ever had at any house. "Why is it that I'm supposed to meet with you, anyway? Making sure I'm 'bad' enough for you, hmm?"