forum cursed to love (one on one//closed)

Started September 12, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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So I've got this new character I've been wanting to try out who's got this curse that makes him do good deeds and such before getting rid of the curse. He's the dark, brooding type who hates just about everything, but he's really trying to be good. And in this scenario he's down to one good deed, which happens to be special-he has to fall in love.

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Name: Vos Vremenu
Age: Appears in his late 20's-early 30's but is actually several thousand years old
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Omnisexual, prefers men
Species: Demon King
Looks: Pale skin, light freckles, pale grey eyes with flecks of violet, inky black hair that's a bit curled and is almost buzz cut on the left and sweeps over on the right, quite a bit of stubble, looks tired a lot, very tall (about 6'3"), well muscled, several scars all across his body (including one across his cheek), tattoos of spindly branches with crows perched on them all across his body, a line of runes down his spine, tally marks on his inner wrists
Outfit: Depends. We'll say a black button down, black suit jacket with gold accents, pale gold tie, black slacks, dress shoes, black trenchcoat, a couple rings, expensive-looking reading glasses he usually keeps in his pocket somewhere
Personality: Cold, closed off, can snap at any moment, formal, really trying to force himself to be kinder and more social, still has a tenancy to think of others as below him, master manipulator and dealmaker, generally grumpy
Other: Has a half-demon son, also known as Vohanu (means "Black King" in his language), formerly a main villain who manipulated and hurt people to achieve his own goals, under a curse

Name: Mikhail Dean
Age: Looks like he's in his late 20's to very early 30's, but is actually a few thousand years old
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gayyy
Species: Fallen Angel
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Height: 5’6ft
Eye Color: A light, icy cerulean. The outer edges of his irises are a darker shade, bordering towards violet which gradually fades into the blue as the color moves closer towards his pupil. His eyes are a rounder shape, though they evidently hold the weight of tiredness due to the amounts of exhaustion that often overcome him.
Hair Color: His hair is cut short and curly, with a part on his left side. His hair often falls into his right eye causing him to brush it out of the way or behind his ears. The hues of his short locks are an unnatural platinum silver, with underlying tones of cool blue.
General Features: Freckles dot Mikhail’s dark olive slender face, and his body has a fairly slim, lanky build. His left ear is a little bit nicked at the top from an accident during Kindergarten, and he often has bruises or small cuts from stupid mistakes he makes. Mikhail has an old burn scar, faded and light, on his upper thigh to around his hip area on his right side. (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/427615350125887499/431586547998130178/mikhail_1.png)
Outfit: Anything comforable, so usually hoodie and ripped jeans or something along those lines
Personality: Mikhail is sweet and fairly quiet, often times enjoying a comfortable silence a lot more than ongoing chats. He’s awkward around new people at first, but after trusting them, he tends to open up very quickly, often times finding himself uncomfortable when he’s not telling the full truth or being himself. Mikhail, around people he knows and decides to like, can be brutally honest (though sprinkles in some warm words and tries his hardest to make it up if he hurts anyone) and can come off as loud, until he’s put in an uncomfortable situation. He suffers from anxiety and won’t voice his opinions loudly, but with time, he grows the courage to speak up about his thoughts. While he appears to be calm and collected in stressful situations, his mind is often battling with itself, and anxiety is not an uncommon feeling for Mikhail. He’s a quick thinker, but tends to second guess his decisions over and over again, and when he’s in a terribly pressured spot, his facade of stability chips away as his mental state deteriorates. Mikhail despises the idea of being harsh or rude to others, and he tries his hardest to sympathise and be empathetic when he’s talking to others; but when someone somehow uses up all of his patience, he snaps and causes a big (and to be frank, an embarrassing) scene, his thoughts becoming irrational and taking many things (especially criticism) much farther out of proportion that what it truly is. Even with his kind-hearted nature, Mikhail can hold grudges for years - don’t test it. He tries his hardest to be graceful but ends up a bumbling mess in sticky situations. Mikhail also hates the smell of fire, but doesn’t know why his anxiety triggers at it and where the trigger stems from. Even at the slightest whiff of smoke or a lit match can lead to him starting to shake almost uncontrollably, as if he had a fever.
Other: He's ambidextrous and I'm terrible at making characters. By the way, he has mastered the art of having a neutral face while internally freaking out or anything along those lines.

(Is he okay?)

(yikes okay, that took longer than I thought)

Vos was standing just outside a warmly lit bar, a cigarette between his lips as he scrolled through his phone. He usually never smoked, at least not cigarettes, and he just about never used his phone for anything but communication. But he was annoyed and upset that he had been stood up for the second time that week. He was running out of time to find someone to date, and everyone he tried to ask had ended up blowing him off

Mikhail was in the back of the bar, quietly drinking his drink, while his friend was talking to some people. His friend had forced him to come here so he could have some 'fun.' He hated this and was trying to think of ways to leave without his friend seeing him leave since he didn't want his friend to force him to come again.

Vos glared at his screen when he received a text from his "date." He only glanced over the text before telling the man he was supposed to see to not bother contacting him again. He stuffed his phone in the pocket of his trenchcoat before smothering his cigarette and stepping into the bar

Mikhail took another sip of his drink and took out his phone, since he wasn't one to start conversations. He moved some hair that had fallen in his face and glanced around the bar every few minutes to keep track of where his friend was.

Vos ran a hand through his dark mess of hair, his eyes narrowing in a squint as he was hit by all the lights. He was usually more of a nightclub person, preferring to stick to the backs of the neon-lit buildings and enjoying himself in an atmosphere he could disappear in. But a bar would be preferable to standing outside in the cold and glaring