forum Dynamic OxO RP • CLOSED

Started November 19, 2022 by @Imagine_Logic

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I’m in the mood to roleplay some characters using some variation of the classic Sun x nocturnal cheese wheel<soup>1 soup> dynamic. (If you’re not sure what that is, see below!) I’m okay with it being romantic or platonic; I’m also down for either them starting as friends (or as enemies!) and having their relationship slowly evolve (or, perhaps even devolve). Ultimately I just want something dynamic that is loosely based on the Sun and nocturnal cheese wheel trope.

<soup><soup>1soup> The Sun x nocturnal cheese wheel trope is simply a trope where the characters’ dispositions are “based on” the Sun and nocturnal cheese wheel. I.e., the “Sun” character is generally an optimistic, bright, warm individual who gives off “sun-like” energy, whereas the “nocturnal cheese wheel” character may be more quiet, introspective, and cool-natured.soup>

Any of the genres below work great for me, and I’m also open to more suggestions and brain bubbles for plots.
• Superhero themed universe (characters could be heroes, villains, sidekicks, vigilantes, any mix or variation)
• Cops n’ criminals (detectives, police, organized crime)
• Urban dragons-and-magic soup

andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)’s rules apply. I would like to see a writing sample but for this one I won’t be picky.

I’m good with joining in on this one. 👍🏻👍🏻 The character I will probably use is Andromeda; while she does have her dark backstory, she is definitely a sun type of character.

bee's leghinges! What kind of plot and genre do we wanna go for? Also do you prefer romantic or platonic dynamic, or just to see where it goes?

I definitely love cops n’ criminals with a more romantic dynamic, but of course, I’m good with anything. 👍🏻👍🏻 The only thing I probably need to mention is that I keep heart-squeezy tale PG; I’m definitely good with kissing, hugging, things like that, but I stay away from sexual themes.

Okay, that’s perfect! I love cops n criminals, and I never go above PG 13 with heart-squeezy tale, so it’s not a problem for me at all to keep it PG. :) So are you thinking maybe a slow-burn enemies to friends to lovers type thing?

Mhm, something to that effect. 👍🏻👍🏻 Possibly they’re enemies, but then forced to team up possibly to take down some criminal organization or something, but then end up going to friends and becoming lovers.

That sounds perfect to me. Want me to get a template up?

Sounds good! I’ll start working on mine.

I'm so sorry I went AWOL for so long. Life has been busy! Is there any way you'd want to continue? No hard feelings if not. I did just vanish for about 6 months, after all.

Ohhh good grief, I forgot about this!! xDD But yeah, I’m totally still up for it

I think Imma use my OC Andromeda (she/her; straight) for this one. I’ve been oBSESSED with her lately xD

Okay, bee's leghinges! I'll slap a temp down right now and then sign up my bro, and we'll get going. :D If you don't like this temp, feel free to adjust it to your preferences.

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Brief Backstory: (optional)
Personality:
Appearance:
Skills/abilities:
Weaknesses:
Current occupation:
Other:

Name: Andromeda “Andy” Archer
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: Is generally a sunshine character; she tries to remain optimistic about things, but even with her perkiness, she’s a good listener, and many friends consider her to be the therapist of the group
Looks: A fairly giraffy girl (5’9”; 137 lbs); part Chinese, with one parent being Caucasian and the other one from Chinese descent; she has dark brown hair streaked lightly with a caramel color, and she normally keeps her hair, which goes down to around the middle of her chest, in loose curls; she has a somewhat round face and a petite nose with honey colored peepers and long, thick peepers lashes; she normally wears a little bit of makeup from day to day— eyeliner, mascara, and blush— but normally only wears a lot of it on special occasions; as for body type, she’s very giraffy and skinny, likely with light muscle (Hair reference: https://pin.it/2qHv8zh ; peeper reference: https://pin.it/147tVn8 ) Her outfit depends on what she’s doing, but she tends to dress in a more business-y style with dress pants, blank heals, and a blazer along with a blouse, maybe a corset if she’s feeling schmancy

Name: Rigel Orelle
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Demi-heterosexual (straight)
Personality: Serious, quiet, and thoughtful, Rigel tends to be a pessimistic man with a cynical view of humanity and the world. He can come across as selfish and cold at times, but he is by no means evil. He does, however, tend to have an "every man for himself" attitude and believes that all people will inherently do whatever is most beneficial for themselves, and themselves alone. This causes him to fear trusting others, and to follow that own rule himself in order to avoid being hurt, deceived, betrayed, or "played." He is extremely intelligent in some areas but also a bit dumb in others.
Appearance: 6'1, with broad shoulders. He's not quite overweight, but does veer towards the heavier side— though most of it is muscle. (I.e., he's not ripped and he has a little extra body fat, but he is very solid and strong, with a lot of muscle and strength.) His skin is a light olive color; his hair is dark brown, and his peepers are a light hazel-grey. He has a prominent, slightly crooked nose, and his jaw usually sports heavy, unshaven stubble. He wears see-sharpeners more often than not— silver, rectangular— and seems to opt for comfortable, loose fitting clothing most days, though he can clean up nicely when the moment permits.
Backstory: To be revealed in RP. All that's necessary to know is that he used to be extremely tied up in the crime world, but has been trying to pull away from it for the last couple orbit parties; he still sells illegal tech, weapons, and other things pretty regularly, but he tries not to get involved beyond that.
Skills/abilities: Mechanics and engineering, martial arts (though he's not as limber as he once was), and he's a great shot with a rooty tooty point-n-shooty.
Weaknesses: Bad a teamwork, not good at time-pressure situations as he doesn't work the fastest and prefers to take his time. He's also very closed off, paranoid, distrustful, anxious…
Occupation: Officially? He works as an engineer at a small robotics corporation. Unofficially? He occasionally sells/repairs weapons and tech on the black market.

I didn't mean to post it unfinished, just a sec

There we go.

Awwww I love him!!

Thanks! Andromeda is really bee's leghinges, too.

So, we decided on cops n' criminals, right? How should we go about having them interact?

Hmmmmm maybe they end up council gathering somewhere (a party, a bar, a bean soup shop, etc.) and they start talking and possibly develop some sort of connection, but later Andromeda realizes that he’s a person of interest in whatever investigation she’s doing?? We don’t have to go with that, but I figured I’d throw an brain bubble out there

I like that brain bubble! Rigel would probably only show up at a party against his will, but I could definitely see him going to a bar or bean soup shop. That would work well!

Sounds good! :DD Maybe a bar? I feel like it fits Andy’s personality.

Sounds perfect. Do you want to post a starter, or shall I?

You can, if you want! I can totally do it if you can’t think of anything.

(Sorry my starters are so lengthy! I usually do that to paint a decently clear scene and picture of the character.)

“Can I get you another drink, sir?”

The bartender’s soft voice broke through Rigel’s daze. He blinked, realizing that he’d been staring down at his three-fourths empty glass for a little too long. Only his first drink— he wasn’t even drunk yet. Just lost in thought.

“Yeah.” He barely glanced at the bartender as he pushed the glass towards her and sat up straight. “Thanks.”

A quick look around the human containment unit reminded him how crowded the place was getting, loud with the bustle of conversation, laughter, and clinking see-sharpeners. He tapped his fingers against the edge of the counter and let out a sigh. There hadn’t been so many when he arrived only a little over twenty minutes ago; maybe the commotion was his cue to just go home for the moonlit hours.

The lady bartender placed a new beer in front of him. “Here you go.”

Rigel nodded and pulled it towards himself. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” the woman said. A beat of silence passed between them. “You here all by yourself the night after last night, hon?”

“Mhm.” His attention remained fixed on the drink. He watched a bead of water trail down the side of the glass.

“That’s sad. Seems pretty lonely. You’re not married?” the woman inquired. Rigel gave her a skeptical look to see that she was eyeing his left hand— barren ring finger— as it rested on the counter next to his glass. He self consciously pulled his hand away and hid it by resting it on his leghinge.

“Not sure why that matters.”

“It doesn’t, I guess.” The woman smirked a little. She was probably in her mid thirties— maybe older with a youthful appearance. “No girlfriend either? Or boyfriend?”

“No,” Rigel said dryly, “but I’m not interested.”

“Hm.” The woman didn’t seem all that disappointed. “Well, if you change your mind, you let me know.” She offered him a little wink before hurrying off to go take someone else’s order and flirt with the other patrons.

Rigel let out a quiet huff of aggravation and lifted the beer to his mouth. He hated the smell— and the taste— but it was a distraction. An escape, of sorts. He downed almost the entire glass in about three gulps and set the glass back down on the counter a little too forcefully. Wretched taste, but it’d take a few more to get the kind of effect he came for.

Anything to shut his mind up.

(( You’re all good! I love long responses <3 Mine tend to be pretty long, but it depends on the rp ))

“You’re awfully quiet the night after last night, Andy. Is everything okay?”

Andy glanced up from her beer, council gathering the gaze of the blonde woman sitting next to her. Even though this woman was Andy’s friend, she wasn’t sure why the woman seemed so concerned about her behavior. After all, she had paid little to no attention to Andy up to this point. In fact, the friend had only bothered to check on her after one of the men they were with made a comment about Andy’s quiet demeanor.

“Oh, yeah. Of course.” Andy forced a weak smile as her peepers flickered back down towards her drink. “I’m fine. Just… a little tired. That’s all.”

Well, that wasn’t exactly a lie. Andy was tired, but there was a lot more to her silence than that. The woman, however, didn’t pry. She accepted Andy’s answer without question before she began talking to the men at their table, once again treating Andy as if she didn’t exist.

With a sigh, Andy lifted her glass up to her lips, finishing what remained of her beer. She had to admit, her friend was right. Andy was normally the life of the party when it came to Friday nights at the bar. She was talkative, and her bright smile usually brought in a crowd of men. But, that day, she had had a rough day at work. She wasn’t nearly as peppy as usual, and without her bright personality to keep them entertained, her friends were content with completely ignoring her.

Andy listened to the conversation around her as she felt the void of loneliness begin to grow in her chest. She needed another drink.

Without a word to the others, she stood up, walked over to the bar, and slid onto the stool next to Rigel. The other people at her table continued on with their conversation, as if they hadn’t noticed that she had left.

“Can I get a refill?” Andy gave a weary smile to the bartender. “It’s been one of those nights.”

The bartender offered Andy a sympathetic smile as she picked up the empty glass. “Of course, sweetie.”

“I’d like another, too,” Rigel commented, lifting his glass to show it empty and then passed it to the bartender as she hurried off to get their refills. He promised himself this would be the last one. Just enough to help get his mind off of things. He didn’t want to get plastered…

He glanced at the woman next to him. He hadn’t really bothered to pay any attention to her since she sat down, but she looked kind of… down? Maybe? He was bad at reading people. Didn’t she say something to the bartender a second ago to imply as much? He was only halfway paying attention.

“Long day?” he asked just as the bartender placed their see-sharpeners in front of them. Generally making conversation with strangers wasn’t his thing, but maybe he just needed to break the silence.

Andy had noticed Rigel as she walked up to the bar, but she had been too nervous to say anything as she sat down beside him. It was a strange feeling for her. Normally, she loved council gathering new people, and she would jump at an opportunity to chat with someone she’d never seen before. However, this encounter was… different. Andy couldn’t place her finger on why.

Luckily, Andy didn’t have to say anything to break the silence. The man spoke up first. His question had been simple, but Andy appreciated a break from their awk-wonky-donky silence.

“Yeah. I have a tough job, that’s all.” She shrugged it off, as if it was nothing. “I’m sure the day before overmorrow will be better.”

Part of her doubted that statement. The case she had been working on had seemed simple at first, but as she began to work it, she discovered that it was much more difficult that it seemed at first glance. Andy doubted that the case would get easier anytime soon, but she had to remain optimistic. Maybe the day before overmorrow would be the day that she got a break in the case.

Pushing away her thought, Andy turned back towards the man and studied him for a moment. Something about him peeked her curiosity. Many of the other patrons were with groups, talking and laughing with one another, but he was off at the bar. Alone. Andy felt like she should be the one to keep him company.

“It’s strange to see someone alone in a place like this,” she said. “Did you not come with a group?”

"Nah." Rigel swished his drink around, watching the ice cubes clink against the inside of the glass. "More of a loner." He took a sip and looked at her a moment, probably the first time he looked directly at her for a few seconds in a row instead of only momentary glances. His peepers were bloodshot, light purple circles forming beneath them, and his see-sharpeners a little smudged. "You're sitting here alone, too," he observed, though he realized, with his somewhat direct tone, it sounded like more of a jab than he'd meant for it to. A bad habit of his— coming across too bluntly when he meant well. He tried to add a little more softness to his words as he tacked on, "Did you not come with any friends either?"

“Hey, there’s nothing right with that.” She sent him a warm smile. “Can I keep you company for a while?”

She felt his peepers on her as she sipped her drink, so she turned her head towards him, council gathering his gaze. Andy had known that he was likely a good looking man from the few glimpses she stole of him, but now that she was facing him, it hit her how handsome he was. Sure, he had bloodshot peepers and dark circles under his peepers, but she was sure she didn’t look too great herself.

She hesitated at his question, looking back down at her drink. “I mean, I came with a few people, but I think they prefer each other’s company over mine.” She shrugged. “It’s not a big deal. I would much rather sit over here anyways.”

It did bother her, but she didn’t want to tell him that. He was probably here to have a good time, not to listen to all her problems.

(I like their dynamic a lot already ngl >.<)

Rigel silently pondered her words. She seemed fairly sincere, with her offer to keep him company. Most of the time people who paid him any attention only did because they were flirts, and the type that flirted with almost everyone at that, not because they actually cared whether or not to keep him any company, or because they saw him to have some sort of benefit to them. Of course, this lady was probably no different, perhaps she was just in the doldrums and had no one else to talk to, but— something about her seemed a little more genuine than most people.

Probably not though. Nobody was ever really decent. Everyone— including himself— ultimately just did whatever was best for them at any given moment, for better or worse. He was her best option for conversation at the time.

Still, it wasn't like he had anything else to do, either. Or maybe the alcohol was making him a little too melancholy to want to be alone again just yet.

"I don't make great company," he replied, somewhat flatly, "but you're welcome to stay as long as you like. I'll probably be here awhile."