forum You'll realise monsters have nightmares too... //romance OxO CLOSED//

Started February 11, 2020 by @Celeste_X0X0_ group

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@Dances_with_Shadows-might-be-demi

Hello!

okay so lets discuss!

Sounds good! though I do have to go to bed soon

For my character, what exactly are you looking for? I just created a spellcaster gal that specializes in necrobotany that I love already, but I could probably whip up a character tomorrow if she doesn't work. I actually don't have any vamps, lol

Thats totally fine! I’m looking for a character that compliments him well but…. idk tbh.
Do you have your character public so i can check her out? I like the idea of a spell caster! <3

Also, we need a plot I’m down for as cliche as frickin twighlight if we have to XD
Time (I’m thinking probably modern day?)
Ratings, just so we can get the awkwardness of asking that out of the way. Thats all i can really think of at the moment

I actually make my characters using a template instead of the Notebook character pages, but I can grab her temp in a bit. Personality will likely change because that's just what happens when I make new characters, but won't stray too far from the basic idea I've put down.

Modern day sounds good!

Plot… Hm… Here's a thought: If we're going with my spellcaster, maybe the vamps have heard of one in the area and might feel a little threatened, or at least territorial? Your guy finds her and maybe there's the conflict of "do I turn her in or not?" She could also b trying to uncover some not so good vamp secrets.

Aaaand rating. I'm usually good with the more explicit stuff, tho it doesn't have to go that far.

1. Thats totally fine with the characters! I personally like templates more, but these are more organized and easier to share than my templates on google docs (if you want i can get one up if you don’t want to. I have plenty) and I understand with the new characters personalities being new and all.

2. I’m down with that! I’m thinking spellcasters and vampires are probably around the same level of powerfullness, depending on the character though. But yeah, i like this.

3. I’m good with any rating as i said. So whatever you would prefer!

So one last thing. Settings. Where should it be and what would the characters lives be like in this setting. We could go as far from school to a magic kingdom for all i care XD

Name: Laedita Wood
Gender: Female
Age: 18, is immortal though
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personality: Very shy and very smart, she's prone to making people wary without much effort. Her quiet nature makes her seem very mysterious and unknowable, and her odd appearance doesn't help matters, along with her chosen specialization. She loves to read and learn new spells, as well as expand her knowledge of other realms and other areas of spellcraft. She's very opinionated, but she's less vocal about it unless she's passionate about the subject, or someone's done something to either force her to speak up or make her mad.
Powers: Spellcraft: She can cast a multitude of spells that she's learned, as well as perform rituals. Necrobotany: She can summon and control skeletons and support them with pants and plant fibers; skeleton minions can be altered by plant-based attacks and weapons can be made from the death/plant mixture. All of this takes up mana, though—magical energy—and she has a limited supply. She can also touch the earth and find someone or listen to conversations taken place by people touching the earth.
Appearance: One eye is a shiny pure black, and the other eye is a beautiful blue-green. There are no whites of her eyes or visible pupils, only the color of what would be the iris. Eyes are naturally wide and framed by long, thick, and flaring eyelashes, as well as typically lined with black eyeliner. Her straight, thigh-length hair is pitch-black with roots and tips the same color as her blue-green eye, the color fading into the black with a smooth gradient. Shortish at 5'4, with pale skin—almost deathly pale-looking. Skinny and almost frail-looking, she's quite small with stature and dimensions. Small chest, spindly fingers, angular facial features, slim waist. Her fingers are slightly crooked, having been born that way, so she has slight trouble with holding onto things properly, and she hates writing for more than a minute at a time. Arms full of visible spiderwebs of blue veins.
Tattoos: This on both hands.
Preferred Clothing: She wears a lot of black and loose clothing that drapes over her body and hides her. She has a favorite coat that she altered to be part cloak with a large hood, a flowing cape, too-long and too-wide sleeves, a front that buttons up from the base of her neck to her navel, then splits open to two different panels along her sides that end just above her ankles. She has heel-less, knee-high, fold-over, boots whenever she has to wear shoes—any other time, she'd wear black wraps over her bare feet. She doesn't usually have a shirt underneath her coat besides a wrap over her chest, but sometimes she'll throw on a tank top.
Piercings/Accessories: This vine choker.
Backstory: She's practically grown up on her own due to her poor family constantly working job after job. This loneliness led to her experimenting with spellcraft and eventually becoming very adept at it, due to being born with the gene. However, this has also sowed the seeds of her curiosity about other magic users and immortals.
Other Family: A baby brother named Meleki that she'd do anything for and will go to the ends of the universe to protect.
Dislikes: Loud people, being judged/yelled at, danger towards her brother, bullies.
Likes: Books, reading, learning, lights, spells, plants, teddy bears, feathers.
Special Skills/Talents: Necrobotany, adapting to surroundings, altering spells to her favor, designing rituals, fusing weapons and spells together.

Here's my gal with a few alterations. Any problems, just lemme know

I honestly think school would add some more conflict, as magic and whatnot could be a secret? Altercations at school that need to be covered up, secret keepingx hiding in plain sight, that sort of thing.

The rating can be explicit if it leads to that, then, yeah?

Man, i love her a lot! Did you already check out my character? If you would like, i can fill out a template?
Also, i like the idea with the school! That’ll be really fun! I’m excited for this!
And yeah, thats good!
Are we ready to start?

I already checked him out, so it's fine! I love him. And I actually have to go to bed rn, but I can get a response up tomorrow as soon as possible if you start?

Alrighty! Ill get it up! Warning , it will be decently long, but seriously don’t feel pressured to write as long or longer. You can if you want of course. I just wanted to warn you so I don’t scare you off or anything <3

Lmao, it's okay, I do the same thing with starters

The small walls of the off-white apartment building surrounded as he sat up on the small bed and ran his big hands through his blonde mess of hair that fell into his dark face and over his yellow green eyes.
“Man…. i lived much better than this a while ago” he mumbled to himself in a slight accent no one could ever put their finger on. He’s held onto it since the 1800s. He quite liked it. Maybe from Britain? He never let anyone know, but it sounded as royalty. He was a duke after all.

He stood and raised his arms, stretching. The lights still on from last night flickered as it shined on his dark skin. He forgot to pay the bill. Once again….
it was fine, once he got ahold of all of his money that he hid about 50 years ago, he can go to a nice life. Back to a nice life that he used to know if not nicer.
But now….. he had the first day of school. Though it was senior year then college.
He slipped on jeans and a black sleek turtle neck sweater with a nice overcoat. He still loved to dress nice.
Raking his fingers through his curly hair to tame it a little, he grabbed the keys to his car off of the small marbled counter and cracked the door open a bit before trying his best to hear anyone approaching.
Once he didnt, he stepped out with his bag slung over his shoulder and took the elevator downstairs to the first floor as quick as possible.

Getting down to the parking lot out back behind the small apartment building, he approached his silver and black car, the early morning sun shining down on it. Hopping in and starting it, he made his way to the school building. Letting the cold air rush by on his skin, sending a shiver down his spine as he rolled down the window. Cars are quite nice he decided a while back. He was never quite fond of them until recently when the nicer ones started to come back.
He watched as the people passed by just like they’ve done for about 200 years… Just how long was he going to go on living like this, stuck in an eternal loop for the rest of eternity?!
No… he was going to go insane if he let himself think like that. Just try to survive another day. Another week, another month and another year. Thats all he needed to do for now. He was fine living his lonely little normal life. But he was afraid that was about to change today. He had already picked a personality to withhold for the school year. Hes tested it out about a hundred times and hes found this one was the best one.

He found the schools building and then their parking lot. Driving in, he looked around at all of the students flooding in and some making out by their cars.
They took romance for such granted and he only scowled. Opening his silver and black car door after rolling up the thick window he stepped out and stood tall as his sea green eyes glazed over the parking lot.
One long step after the other, he held a smile to his face and brilliant posture. Really, how long did he have to keep this up before he dies? But he knew that wasnt going to happen soon.

As he walked through the hallways, eyes were on him. His unique looks and his length drew more attention than being the new kid. Though he still found it stupid that he was doing this in the first place.
He soon found the school board with all of the activities, news and such. He looked at it for a second, his slightly pointed tongue running back and forth over his fangs behind his lips as he studied it. He didnt think he was going to join any clubs. Not this year around. Last few times in highschool that was a complete and udder disaster.
Nope, not again he said to himself as he thought about it more and more.

Finally finding the classroom, he slid open the door and stood tall above the sitting students as all eyes were on him and suddenly, as it happened every year…… he was nervous….

(So… i was planning on making it longer but i got in a hurry and really tired pretty quickly. It’s currently 3 in the morning here lol. Anywho! I hope this is alright!)

((It's fine!))

Even before dawn cracked open her eye, Laedita was awake. The crowing of her skeletal raven never ceased to chime right on time, waking her up right when she needed to. This early-bird method provided her just enough time to perform her morning ritual—and with her, that could be quite literal. Her long and dark hair a mess, she began her morning by grabbing her brush and meticulously combing through the tangles while humming a somber tune, rousing her other familiars to get them ready for their morning tasks.

The raven perched on her shoulder like always, its wooden supports and ligaments creaking with the movement. Numerous mice scurried over the boards to clean up any mess left by the decaying creatures, their leaves scratching over the wood and shadowing their bones. The blind cat continued to lounge on the counter, the flowers replacing eyes opening their petals to get ready to bathe in the morning glow. A single, tiny lizard made of mostly wood now clambered up the cabinets and chose a quick breakfast item for its master to consume.

All the while, Laedita floated around her apartment on silent and bare feet, grabbing clothes and exchanging her pajamas for them. Because of her enrollment in school, as per her mother's request, she reluctantly put on a tank top beneath her favorite coat, with ripped skinny jeans tucked into her fold-over boots. Everything was black, save for the subtle embroidery on her coat—the thread was the same color as her one vibrant eye. And for those, she began the second part of her ritual in front of the mirror. A spell was cast over her odd eyes, creating the appearance of normalcy as much as possible. It couldn't cure her heterochromia, but it gave mortals the illusion she had normal eyes. The one exception was immortals, though she had yet to meet any.

Food was eaten, familiars were told goodbye, and the young spellcaster exited her home and walked to the school. She didn't like the large crowd she was constantly subjected to thanks to this place, but it was better than loneliness. Besides, after her first day of school, people learned to avoid her in the halls and in the classrooms. So she was left alone without being completely isolated. That was fine with her. What wasn't fine, however, was the strange new kid that was standing in the doorway of her classroom. She frowned delicately and shrunk into her coat as she said quietly, "Um… excuse me…"

He looked over everyone with a deep breath, not opening his mouth before he sat down in a chair, avoiding the creepy looking girl behind him that he smelled about five seconds before he entered. He knew she was going to do that. The thing with him was that he had a gift even before the vampire bit him all those years ago. No…. It wasn't the gift of a vampire nor any other creature. His mother had told him when he was young that he had the gift of basically fortuntelling. It's been so long, he forgot what his mother had called it. In any room that he ever enters, the first 10 seconds is played out in his mind 20 seconds before happening. But that's all. Nothing more and nothing less. So stepping out of her way even before she let her presence be know as she spoke. A hint he shouldn't have let on so quickly.

He sat at the desk and sighed. Unlike the younger grades, the teachers never introduced the new kids. It gave everyone a chance to socialize and get to know him by actually talking to him and asking their names. It seemed to work quite nicely for the teachers and for the students.
After class he had about 6 people gathered around him and asking all sorts of questions.
How are you so tall?
Why is your hair blonde?
Is that your natural hair color?
Are you wearing contacts?
Why is your name so long? It's not all one word is it? You know, people don't usually have two middle names, but Sandoval is cool!

Then came the girls with their hair twisting around their finger and a sweet smile and their fuzzy pink phones in their back pockets.
"So Cassius hug? How nice of a name" she smiled. Though he just said thank you, tapping his fingers waiting for the bell to ring. No matter how many centuries it's been, the girls are always the same in some way or another he concluded.

The bell rang throughout the halls, making him wince a little bit as he didn't expect it. he stood and bit the inside of his lip, careful not to show his fangs. He had tried sanding them down, but it was far too painful. He was never fond of pain.
Stepping out of the classroom, he only foretold people walking around him with their eyes watching him. It made the hairs on his arms and neck stand up. This was how it was going to be for about a week then he was as normal as them… Right?

Class was uneventful as per usual for Laedita, the only 'interesting' thing being the new guy that had somehow moved out of her way without even looking at her before she had even spoken. Her eyes were on him for some time while he was being harrassed, but then she looked away and busied herself with sketching ideas for new spells or alterations she might be able to develop for existing spells. Rituals were another thing; much more complicated with multiple spells needed, more magic, more time, and more patience. Luckily, she had all of that, but only enough for one a day, and she didn't want to waste her time on meaningless rituals.

Besides, too much powerful spellcraft could get her noticed, and that was the last thing she wanted to happen.

She let out a relieved breath when the bell rang, quickly shutting her notebook and stacking her things on top of it to prevent people from seeing it. High schoolers were cruel, and she was already an outcast enough. She didn't need the label of 'witch' on top of that—even if it was just a mean nickname, as the people here didn't believe in magic. She wasn't a witch, just a spellcaster. There was a difference.

The halls were so noisy when classes switched. Laedita scowled slightly and transferred her stuff into her one hand, then used the other to cover her head with her hood. It was too large, so it was tough to see, but people usually moved out of her way to avoid 'getting what she has,' as her classmates so kindly say. A new set of footsteps caught her attention, and she turned her head some to look behind her. The new guy. Something was off with him, and she unconsciously used her free hand to create a claw with her fingers—a sign to ward off evil, but only really works when used with a spell. Her action was dry, a simple habit uncharged by magic.

Her black eye was the only one visible thanks to the hood as she looked at him, the onyx coloring gleaming with the lights of the school. To anyone else, she simply had a black iris. To him—without her knowledge—her entire eye was an unnatural shade of onyx, almost marble-like.

As he was walking through the halls, worrying about almost anything and everything that could go wrong as he usually would do, he almost bumped into a girl. The girl from earlier with the weird eyes. Man, did she spill ink in it? Should he ask her if its okay?
But he only caught himself staring and looked away quickly just in case she had caught his gaze.
He took a deep breath and cleared his thought, raising a brow.
“Are you alright?” He asks warily, confused at the sight. “Your….eye. Do you need to go to the nurses office? Oh wait, or is that a contact? Sorry” he apologized. If she needed help, she would say something right?

In his time alive, hes seen a lot, that was for sure.
But a girl that looked like a demon herself? Now that sure was new….
or was she an actual demon?! [insert dramatic gasp here]
No….he would have sensed its warm black blood from a mile away.

(Sorry its so short, I’m in a hurry)

(It's all good)

Laedita furrowed her brows and stared up at the boy standing close to her, confused by his statement. No one's asked about her eyes, only initially because they were curious about the two different colors. It wasn't unnatural to have black irises, so why was he asking about it? And why was he assuming she wasn't okay, like she was sick? Mortals can't see through the spell.

Unless…

Her eyes widened half a fraction as a thought came to her. That can't be right. But she had to double-check just in case.

The small girl shifted and turned her body around so she was fully facing him, then pulled off her hood and stared up at him cautiously. Now her green eye was exposed, the coloring exactly the same as the other with the exception of it being blue-green instead of black. "What…What about my eye?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. Even as she asked, she reached up and ran a tattooed finger just above her sharp cheekbone. The tingling sensation she got confirmed that she did, indeed, have the spell in place. So what is he seeing?

Now she was starting to panic, but she didn't let that show as she went back to staring innocently up at the boy. If he was an immortal, then that meant bad news. If he knew what she was, then she was no longer in the clear. If he decided that she was too dangerous, then she would be in trouble. She's been so careful as of late. She lived alone and made sure that all of her practices were in private when no one was around. No one bothered her when she went anywhere, she didn't have to worry about getting caught.

What if he already knew what she was? What if he was trying to get her to trust him so he could catch her? What if, what if, what if, what if. So many possibilities, so many concerns, she was going to give herself a panic attack at this rate. Breathe, calm down, you don't know anything yet. You're just worried about nothing.

He stopped walking and looked down at the girl. Wide eyes as he realized something just as she ran her finger along her jaw.
He's lived a while now. Enough to know what that was. He's ran into a few. And they were dangerous.
Witches is was everyone else would call them. But he knew them as spellcasters.
He took a step back and looked away for a second.
"stay composed. Man, with all of those markings…. How did I miss it. Her scent is strong too. " he thought.

"I mean, just below your eye. You have a small mark. Oh probably pencil shavings." he smiled a little, not showing her fangs.
He would have to steer clear of this girl…
"well anyway, sorry for the inconveniences!" he says quickly as he began to walk away as goosebumps rushed up his arm and to his neck.

She stood rooted to the spot, so confused and internally freaking out. He knew something. His behavior switched, and he was too much in a rush to get away from her compared to his earlier concern. She chewed on her lip, weight shifting from foot to foot, as she contemplated her options.

She could always run away like she usually did, but that never solved anything—only made her feel like a coward afterwards. And there was also the chance that she was wrong and everything was being blown out of proportion. Or maybe she was right, and she needed to make sure she was safe. She didn't want to move again. She liked it here, all of her stuff was here.

"Screw it," she grumbled, tossing most of her stuff to the side of the hallway except her notebook. People looked at her funny, but she paid them no mind as she jogged through the halls to catch up with the new guy. She shoved her way past unmoving people and ducked under arms until she caught sight of him again.

He turned around to the sound of feet on the ground going at a rapid speed. When he whipped around, he had never been so scared. So petrified in his life.
Seeing that thing run up to him, his blood almost ran warm again as the hair on his neck.
But he stopped and kept his composer and acted calm.
What did she want? Was she going to rip him limb from limb and feed him to her most likely black cat. Of course he wouldn't let her do that. But he knew they were dangerous and he was going to be cautious.
So..instead of doing what anyone else would have done if they weren't scared of her…. He turned around and acted as if she wasn't going towards him. And hey! If he got any luck at all, she won't be! Maybe sue was catching up with her friends!
Oh who was he kidding. He was sure she had no friends. Maybe she just wanted a friend! Yeah… That might be it… She seemed nice right? She was kind of cute. Kind of….

But no…. He just kept walking until he quickly turned a corner and said down the railing of the stairs, hoping to lose her.

Dammit! She's likely going to be skipping class at this rate, but what choice did she have? He knew. She'd be a fool to assume he didn't, not when he looked so petrified. What is he and what does he know? Chasing after him was a lost cause, that much was clear. Her legs were much shorter than his, and she didn't have the body for much physical activity. Already, she was out of breath from clambering down the stairs.

Quickly quickly, think think, what spells did she know that would help her? She was losing him, but she still knew where he was by his footsteps. She held up her free hand and quickly sketched a rune in front of her face while she hurried. "Olovretearp!" she said quickly, voice almost sounding disembodied as she spoke in the brutal tongue required by spellcasters, like she was speaking backwards almost.

The spell acted immediately, clinging to her body and transporting her to just before him. She was already sketching another spell, one to freeze him before he barreled into her at the bottom of the stairs. "Otsisbus."

He took long light steps, hoping she would hear him. Though he was sure she did. He was panicking now. What should he do!?
Before he could, he ran fight into the girls small body and looked down. She had cast a spell, he was sure. He was just about to vanish into mist and leave before he heard her say something.
Quickly as possible, he regained his balance and covered her mouth with his ice cold hand and pushed her forcefully against the wall.
"what do you want from me?" he snarled, ebony fangs showing as he panted. Out of breath as his blonde hair fell into his face, covering one of his glowing eyes. He was incredibly strong, as he had kept his build for a little over 200 years. She wasn't going to get out by force. That was for sure.

Her eyes widdened and she didn't fight him as she was pushed against the wall, her fingers clutching her notebook tightly to her chest. Her chest heaved with heavy pants, both from the hurried sprint to get to him and from the fear of the imposing man looming over her and keeping her against the wall by sheer force.

Fangs. Those were fangs. What was he? Was he a vampire? That wasn't good. If there were more in this area, then she really did need to leave whether she wanted to or not.

Panic aside, he had asked her a question, yet kept her mouth covered so she couldn't respond. Her eyes narrowed, even if she just wanted to reverse time and pretend that he hadn't said anything about her eye, and licked his palm to get him to let go of her. I can't answer if you won't let me!