forum "One does not simply love a Death God." "Really? But you make it so easy!" (Closed)

Started October 28, 2020 by @Vuclan-is-tired

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This is my excuse to use my Death God that I love to well… death lol.

• I want this to be a cute, fluffy rp. Probably will have angst because I am a WHORE for angst.
• Probably mature.
• Please, I want some good, long answers. I understand that sometimes it's hard, but like… 4+ sentences please?
• I have every right to say no. It's not really first come, first serve. If I'm not familiar with your roleplaying style, or it's been a while I might ask for an example of your regular rp style.
• I prefer third person. I hate ** <– those things.
• I'd prefer if this was lgbt since I'm better at writing those rather than straight relationships? Idk.
  That's about it.
• So… the person I was RP with deleted their account, and I really love Kuro… So go for it.
  Here's my death god:

"My favorite sweets are raspberry amphetamines."
Name: Kuro Velius Moreno
Nicknames: God of Death, Reaper of Souls, Soul Eater, Rayven, Death Bringer
Biological Sex: Male
Preferred pronouns: He/him/his
Age: Appears about mid 20's. Been around for centuries
Date of Birth: October 19th
Spirit Animal: Cat or Snake (These are his sacred animals)
Languages: Can speak many languages, even dead ones
Species: Death God
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Blood Type: AB
"The amount stupidity flowing through you worries me."
Appearance: Long flowing black hair that reaches to his mid thighs, usually in a neat braid or ponytail over his shoulder. Often wears a long white trench coat with a black turtleneck underneath, black slacks and ankle high boots. His nails are painted black and he has these earrings as well as rings and a tongue piercing. He's about 6'4 in his human form, reaching about 7'10 in his reaper form. He has broad shoulders, but a slimmer figure. His eyes are a deep onyx color with flicks of red. He has deathly pale skin since he lives underground. He has scars all over his back and a few along his chest and one across his nose. He has fangs that reach about 19mm, but they can grow larger or smaller depending on what he needs. He has a birthmark on his calf shaped like a crown. It's rare to see him without a coffee cup in his hands.
"I hate it when people say 'Death is an old friend of mine.' I don't even know you… Leave."
Personality: Kuro has elegance to him, he holds himself high with expectations. He's often gentle despite what people think. Yes, he can be cruel and merciless, but most of the time he's quiet and reserved. He's not much of a social person and would rather keep to himself. He never chose to be the death god, and despite that he gets a bad rep. He has some very intense anxiety when it comes to large crowds. He can become defensive, quick to act, and is very protective of those close to him. Never make him angry. Ever. He's an ambivert, leaning more towards introvert.

(I'll definitely add more later, but this is kind of just the basics.)

@CypticOdd

It's really up to you! It could be a life god, a mortal that summoned Kuro, one of Kuro's servant. Totally up to you!

Ok haha. Uhh, I would probably have to go with a human character. Maybe something like that he spotted him one day? I'm not to sure if normal humans can see Kuro or not but I think that might be cool? If not I can look up some prompts to see if that sparks any ideas?

Normal people can see Kuro when he wants to be seen!

Okie. I will reply once i have the chance to look at some prompts! You said that this would be mature? As in like the smexy side of things?

Yeah. Of course we don't have to if you don't want to.

I'm fine with anything really. I've been needing to get better at writing that sort of thing which is why I actually joined the website in the first place I guess :)

Alright!

Ok so I was thinking something like this:

Our characters hook up at a party or seem to have hooked up, my character is wearing your's underwear.
As the roleplay progresses, one of our characters have taken to the other but are both too stubbourn to admit it before they end up in a confined space or something or other and are confronted with the situation at hand.

Hm. I think that works!

Alright, would you like to start?

or do you want me to fill out something?

If you could fill out a basic character sheet that would be great!

Alright! Do you have one you'd like me to fill out or should my own be ok?

Your own should be fine!

ok sounds good! I will get that to you ASAP

Sounds good!

Soft poke?

"I have sex appeal, I don't know what you're talking about when you say I don't. I am a magnetic….thing…for sex!"
Name: Cole Sames
Age: 22
Date of Birth: December 3rd.
Blood Type: B
Appearance: Brunette tendrils that fall around his face frame a rather strong bone structure with a sharp jaw. Hazel eyes (that he absolutely hates because he thinks they look 'blurry') that hide underneath long eyelashes that he was made fun of for in school because it made him look feminine. At his now 5'11" stature, he models for many different fashion companies for any androgynous looks they desire. He likes his feminine side, but dresses pretty hopelessly unless he's going out. He's lean but not buff. Was a very skinny child and still maintains the same metabolism (his code word for his hidden habit of starving himself half the time)
Personality: Very bottom-esque. Flirty but can barely take a few neck kisses without falling apart in the other's hands. Stubborn and hot headed, but quite kind to those he doesn't know. Generally a hyper, outgoing person around other except for recently, the depressive period was long this time, but he'd never thought of ending it. Natural extrovert except for during these times. He tries his best to interact with others when he's like this but he's really just looking for physical affection when he's closed off emotionally (hence the fUcKing that ensued to place them into this situation)

If you want me to add anything else just let me know!

I love him!

The sun flickered across Coleś skin through the open blinds that lined the window in his room, the dust and a few feathers from pillows from the night before floating through the air. Eyes opening, he groggily let his hands fuss around in search of his phone, landing on a shoulder attached to what he soon realized to be a naked man lying next to him.
His hand slowly retreating, he took in the state of his room, lifting the blankets off his lap to realize that he was wearing underwear that wasn´t his. He grumbled quietly, covering his face with the covers as the night slowly came back to him.

¨What´s your order?¨
¨Shots please¨
¨Wow, going straight for the big guns, huh? Bad day?¨
¨No, I just wanna get wasted and fucked¨. Running a hand through his hair, the bartender chuckled and began pouring two shots.
¨Here you go¨ he mumbled, but when he looked up Cole was on the other side of the room, talking to the tall, dark and handsome man across the room that was now in his bed.

Kuro could barely remember what happened the night before. He woke up with a pounding headache, and light shining in his eyes. He clenched his eyes shut and took a deep breath. He felt someone touch his shoulder but he didn't move. He just tried to process and recall what had happened. He had left the underworld in need of a break, he remembered that much. And then he went to a bar for a solid hour. He couldn't remember what he had, he just remembered having various drinks, before a cute male came up to talk to him… everything else was a blur. Pleasure induced blur, he remembered that much from the fact that he was naked in bed with another person. He groaned and slowly sat up. He wasn't wearing his own underwear, he could tell that and took a deep breath. He glanced over at the person he was sleeping with.

He felt the other man move and cringed, wondering how quick it's take him to pick up his stuff and leave. He didn't move, letting him think he was still asleep if that's what he wanted to do, but after a few moments he realized that wasn't going to be the case.
Flipping over, he was surprised to realize he didn't have a headache but just that the two shots he has was enough to let the not so deep level of man-whore overcome him yet another evening.
"Good morning" he hummed softly, voice not so deep but raspy enough to make up for it.
Surveying the man that sat before him he began to realize this man was what he thought to be way out of his league and flushed a soft shade of pink. Maybe he was just in need of a fuck and decided to settle for him.
Adjusting his septum piercing, he stretched, a small squeak escaping him.