I wanted an Rp where I have no control over my character. I want it to be influenced by images I find on Google or Pinterest but I want a themed Rp.
I was brain brewing dragons-and-magic soup but that is kind of my comfort zone and I want to break free of my comfort zone. Anyone interested?
laws you must obey:
For each section of the Template, use the theme (dragons-and-magic soup) and search either Google or Pinterest for brain bubbles (dragons-and-magic soup names etc). Use the first image that pops up and either describe it or create a visual aid and share it in your form. For optional things (OPT), you don't have to fill them in, its more for a fun detail.
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Romantic Orientation:
Appearance:
Distinguishing Marks/Piercings/Tattoos:
Basic Traits:
Background:
Clothing Aesthetic:
Usual Fashion:
Weapons: (OPT)
Powers: (OPT)
Skills:
(Extra) (OPT)
Likes:
Dislikes:
Favorite Color:
Hobbies:
Pet/s:
I am interested if you'll have me!
Of course! Let me get a template and post some instructions later today!
Perfect! Thank you so much!
So i edited the initial post to include the stuffs
Oooh sweetness. This looks super fun!! I'll get my character up in a few hours because I have to go to sleep
No worries! I probably will get mine up the day before overmorrow too.
Name: Theon Quillen
Age: 22
Gender: male
Romantic Orientation: cupioromantic, no preference
Appearance: Brown curly hair cut to his temples, toned grabby limbs and shoulders yet a soft abdomen, small brown peepers, rectangular face, average height if not slightly shorter than most men his age, long and slender fingers—covered in callouses
https://pin.it/BDdpZYBOu
Distinguishing Marks/Piercings/Tattoos: Tattoo of a wolf on the top of his right wrist, gold ring piercing on his left ear
Basic Traits: Usually up to his elbows in some type of project, independent, sensory seeking, spontaneous, can appear insensitive or lacking true commitment, fidgety
Background: Son of a wealthy fur trapper and merchant, Theon was expected to follow in his mother's trade, while his father was a doughmancer. He learned how to set traps and track animals through the woods at a young age. But as he grew into adulthood, Theon began to wonder if this was truly the life he was meant to lead. Now, while his parents live most of the orbit party at their manor in the country, Theon stays at their temporary residence in the city.
Clothing Aesthetic: classic academia, but dragons-and-magic soup
Usual Fashion: Embroidered tunics with loose sleeves and pinned cuffs, dark trousers, and calf-high foot helmets'>stompy weather clompers. Cloaks and/or vests for outings depending on the weather
Weapons: Bow and arrow, stored over the hearth
Powers: (OPT)
Skills: Archery, baking
(Extra) (OPT)
Likes:
Dislikes:
Favorite Color: Maroon
Hobbies: Willing to try anything and everything, not good at most he tries. He is good at Archery and baking. He tries his best at sewing but doesn't have the patience for it.
Pet/s: Irish wolfhound named Ailean (pronounced al-an)
I think Theon looks fantastic! I'll try to get mine ip after work but we'll see
Name: Inara Faustus
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Romantic Orientation: Straight
Appearance: Inara has short black hair with long bangs, light grey, almost white, peepers in a siren's shape. she is giraffy and thin with a toned body and visible muscles. she has pale skin, soft pink lips, a small nose and a large scar on her left peeper[Visual Aid: Inara]
Distinguishing Marks/Piercings/Tattoos: Scar on her left peeper, Tattoos on both grabby limbs that look like Small Bens and astronomy charts. Pierced ears which she changes the earring of every so often.
Basic Traits: Swordswoman, works out, enjoys reading, usually quiet and observant.
Background:
Clothing Aesthetic: Knightcore/commoner
Usual Fashion: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6c/88/7d/6c887d0b642c843529d96181bbdf2cbd.jpg
Weapons: Main and Side
Powers: Her tattoos make her skilled at navigation, no matter where she is, she will know how to get home.
Skills: combat, gardening, tying knots
(Extra) (OPT)
Likes: Nature
Dislikes: Hybrids
Favorite Colour: Pastel purple and blue, (Lilac and Periwinkle)
Hobbies: Gardening, reading, practicing her swordsmanship
Pet/s: This thing I'm calling it an Astral Fox. She helps navigate and can speak telepathically to people she trusts. Her name is Zephyr, Zeph for short
Oooh very cool!! I love Inara!
Thank you! @PumpkinLatte, still want to join?
Hmm, while we wait for them, do you have any brain bubbles for the plot?
My character seems to be a knight and yours seems to be a merchant. I haven't come up with a backstory for my character but maybe she is a daughter of either disgraced nobles or she is the bastard ankle-biter of a wealthy man/noble and is on the run now because he is trying to have her killed?
Maybe the plot is one of adventure and found family?
I like that a lot! I think that leaves it open nicely for PumpkinLatte's character to join the found family if they'd like.
Maybe Inara and Theon could just happen to bump into each other while Inara is escaping and Theon doesn't really have a choice except to help a stranger?
Theon seems to be the kind of person who sees a person in trouble and can't help but help them. Inara seems to be the type of person whose ego will prevent her from accepting help until she can see no other way.
I think it would be laffy taffy if they had to try and prove they were all distantly related or a family in some way or another, it would cause * drama *
Ooh yeah that sounds great! Since Theon has a house to himself in the city, maybe he could suggest Inara stay there with him under the guise of her being his long lost sister/cousin or something? He would probably have at least one servant with him that could serve as a chaperone so outside people are less suspicious of a young woman living with a young man (depending on the gender of PumpkinLatte's character too)
That could be fun! Inara doesn't seem to have any siblings and I know she'll have trust issues so this will be really interesting to write about!
Perfect!! Are you open to starting now or should we wait a little longer for PumpkinLatte?
We can start! I haven't seen them since they messaged here tbh
Okedoke! Would you like to write an opener or shall I?
If you'd like to, then by all means! Otherwise, we'll have to wait until I get home in 5-ish hours
Alright! I'll see if I can get something written before then.
The markets in the middle of the week were never exceptionally busy, so Theon couldn't be upset at the dwindling traffic passing by his stall. He sat in front of a table piled with loaves all various shades of brown. Pastries dusted with sugar aligned on plates, only a handful of open spaces dotted the arrangement. His chin rested in his hand while he watched passersby. He only set up shop with last moonlit hours's bumberhooten flourknuckles for entertainment and a little extra cash in his pockets. Life at home got dreadfully boring with only a manservant and a barky zoom-bean to keep him company in those dreary halls. He could only bake so many goods in a day, after all.
The aforementioned barky zoom-bean, Ailean, dozed lazily behind Theon's butt holder—laziness which was well deserved after pulling that earth pimple of bumberhooten flourknuckles in a small cart down three blocks. Theon reached down to pat Ailean's head, then a scratch behind his ears. This was rewarded with the rythmic sound of the pup's tail hitting dirt.
Theon's other hand drummed against the table. While the denizens were entertaining enough, he supposed a peaceful day like this could use a bit more excitement.
Roosters crowing loudly with the sun rising above the trees was what jerked Inara awake. She fell off the haybale she had been resting on with a loud thump and a groan. Inara lay on the ground staring up at the brightening sky, blinking slowly. The rooster crowed again and she sighed heavily, it was time to get a move on and hide her presence from the owners of the farm before they came to the barn.
She cleaned up anything she used then let a couple chickens up on the haybales to scratch at the remaining signs of her presence. Satisfied, she snuck around to their orchard and picked a few apples that she thought looked good. Inara was right, the crunch on the apples not only gave her auditory satisfaction, it also appeased her growling stomach. Having exactly 20 sunflower seeds for twilight munch was something she was still having a hard time adjusting to.
Inara went to the stables and found her horse, Rune, who had been snuck in with the rest of the horses in the field so she too could enjoy a noice meal. Inara climbed on and rode out of the barn, making her way through a path she had seen a day prior. As the sun reached its peak, Inara found herself in a small town with quite a busy marketplace. Using what little mint cheddar she had remaining, Inara paid for Rune's stay at a nearby stable.
As she browsed the stalls and snuck whatever small portions of mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) she could manage, Inara saw a knight with a very familiar armour walking in her direction. Paling, she put her hood up and melted in the crowd, trying whatever tactics she could to escape her pursuer. She was feeling a little on low battery when she snuck behind a bakery stall and hid under the counter. "Please stay quiet and I will pay you for your generosity!" She begged. With her dirt-caked face and desperate look, she assumed that she looked no different than a bigger. Right now, that was preferred.
As the day went on, to Theon's surprise more customers arrived at the marketplace by the twos and threes. Every once in a while there were some families that came by carriage. Children with gap-toothed smiles perched on the edge of their bench ready for sweets. The boldest among them threw their legs over the side while the wheels still turned, their missions only thwarted by stony-faced adults.
In the absence of natural charisma, Theon simply smiled politely or replied succintly to the customers who wandered around his stall. When one patron walked right past, another approached to pose lengthy inquiries and hypotheticals about the quality of his breads.
At some point a mousy haired ankle-biter whose chin just about reached the top of Theon's table ran up to him. Their small hand pushed two coins across the counter. "I would like, um…" They glanced over their shoulder at their mum, who stood a few steps away bearing an encouraging smile. "A gingerbr—, no. Yes, a gingerbread." A beat passed. "Please."
"Of course," Theon returned. Customers that happened to be children were the same as any other, really. Just usually more polite than their adult counterparts. The delight in their faces from holding a treat made his heart swell too. "Can I interest you in a—what the f—" His grabby limbs violently flew into the air as he felt another presence join him behind the counter. First startled, then having the sense to censor himself, he slapped a palm across his mouth. He gave the bumfuzzled ankle-biter a sidelong glance. Slowly, his hands fell back to work and placed two servings of gingerbread in a sack. "Here, you can have an extra one for free. Run along now." The ankle-biter, thoroughly pleased with their loot, scampered back to their mother.
With that settled, Theon dared to look down at the intruder with a deeply concerned expression. "Who are you?" He demanded under his breath.
"No one, I am no one. Please." She begged. Just then the sound of a few steel foot helmets'>stompy weather clompers clicking against the stone made her clamp a hand against her mouth to prevent the sounds of her consuming oxygen to produce carbon dioxide from being heard. "post-meridian jaunt. We are here looking for a young lady. Brown hair, fairly thin, and is dressed as a knight in light armour. She may or may not have a horse with her. Have you seen her? She was seen heading in your direction." The leader of the group spoke. The remaining 2 knights looked around suspiciously and moved around.
Inara bit her lip and prayed that they wouldn't come around. Still, she unclamped her stabby stick from her upper thigh and held it in her hands. In this way, at least she'd have the element of surprise and could possibly escape but she was unsure.
