Hey, guys. @hope of course you can join! And, thank you very much for actually looking through the description. That made me feel a lot better about all of this. And, yes, a rogue can work with either a dagger or a bow depending on preference, so bow is perfectly fine. @Demiphoenix1125 Yes! Elves can come or heir from any land really, larger masses are just normally condensed in other places.
Romantic options for all you guys means who you would had the ability to have a romance with. Like, it you're panromantic you can have the potential to be romantic with any gender or humaoid species. If you're biromantic it would mean you're only attracted to males and females. Etc. I hope that cleared that up!
@Mark_Is_Male Hey, I'm sorry to hear how busy you are! I'm glad you have other rps to focus on though, and feel free to check in here whenever you feel like it! You're always welcome. I hope thing calm down for you and that you have a wonderful day!
Should we start or wait for more people?
We have 4 counting me correct?
(Alright cool. I'd say Elinor would be biromantic.)
Name: Bluebell "Blue"
Race: Half Elf
Gender Orientation/Pronouns: Male He/Him doesn't really give a shit about gender call him whatever you want
Age: 23
Appearance: 6' 2" (lanky) He has really kinky, curly wild blonde hair that is to his shoulders and hazel eyes. Hehas pale skin, dark freckles and cheek dimples.
Sexuality: Pansexual
Birthplace: The Free Marches
Biography: Blue was born to a group of nomadic Dalish elves. He was separated from them at a young age and hunkered down with some dwarves travelling to the city. They took care of him and raised him until he was sixteen to which he took to becoming a travelling musician. He knows lots of people all across Thedas, and many friends. He's an airhead but quite smart. He has a very hippy oriented personality, and is very carefree. Despite this he is extremely loving and tentative, and usually goes out of his way to make people smile.
Romantic options: Panromatic
Birthday: April 13th
Class: Rogue training but works mainly as a Bard.
Occupation: Bard he plays the Viol.
(That's a cool character.)
We can begin if you all would like!
Is anyone else on besides us?
(Not that I can tell. But there are only 2 other people so…)
Alright! Let's get started!
By the way we can have up to two characters!
(Alright cool. If we're ever in need of one I can add. For now, I'm good with Elinor)
Blue wrangled lightly with his travelling bag, humming in satisfaction as he managed to shake loose his viol case. He glanced around at all the rich folk and gave a light sigh, once again dwelling on the fact that this was why he rarely came to Orlais. The people here were rich and drunk on power and the game, something he was far too blunt and clueless for. He could play it just fine, he just didn't care to. Too much work, too many metaphors and secrets. He much preferred to be honest. This was a city of scandal, born and bred on the quiet murmur of gossip and the topsy turvy rollercoaster of politics. He much preferred Ferelden and the Free Marches. Nevarra was alright, but the freedom the other two allowed for was a welcome change from the other two. Nevarra involved too much faith. Too much of putting names on things that didn't really need a name. Faith was faith. It was simple and pure, not imposing and all powerful. It didn't make one person more disgusting or unholy then another.
Blue huffed, reminding himself that here, the tips were good. Which they were. Incredibly in fact. People here had more disposable money then they could properly dispose. It was easy to make more the a few thousand within a week. And, here, the Inns were much, much nicer. Even if the people weren't.
Samine sidled up to a fop wearing a expensive outfit, eyeing him like a jaguar with their prey. "Hello…" they said seductively. "Care for a good time? I'll make you…" They trailed their long, slim fingers across his chest. "Breathless,"
They dragged him over to an alcove while he was too baffled to speak and too drunk to protest at a pretty girl dragging him to a secluded spot.
Or so he thought.
When Sam drew the pink curtain used for privacy closed, their smile changed into a vicious smirk, grabbing the long rope that they had tucked inside the bodice of their dress. Slashing their nails across his face, Sam waited for the lethargic poison to take effect before looping the rope across his neck and yanking on it as hard as they could.
A couple moments later, there was a muffled thud, and Sam strolled out, hair mussed carefully to give off a different air. They approached the barkeep and pointed to the still closed alcove. "Still enjoying himself," they explained with a mischievous smirk, until someone tapped their shoulder.
"I don't hear anything," (who wants to be that person?)
Felsor had been in an alcove alone, as he usually was in such places. They were good for focusing on finding ones inner self, guided through an influx of energies and emotions. He had very nearly reached it this time too, but there was only so long that he could go unnoticed.
An almost candid smile on his face, he had quickly come to at hearing a rather large thud in the alcove next to his. Clearly satisfied, a woman was walking out, though a quick listen near the adjacent alcove revealed that the man did not seem to be breathing at all. Frowning, he followed the woman, gently tapping her on the shoulder.
In his pleasant baritone, he calmly told her, "I don't hear anything. Are you sure that he is alright?"
"Well, you do know what they say: drowsiness is an aftereffect of…" Sam raised an eyebrow, quelling the small surge of panic. They'd been in worse scrapes than this.
(( Three to four sentences guys. This is a multi-paragraph rp
A soft, yet hearty chuckle escapes the Qunari. "I do greatly admire your boldness. You seem well versed in certain skills to say the least, to be able to leave a man unable to walk afterwards! May I buy you a drink? You seem as if you would be a well versed drinking partner, and have plenty of stories to share." The offer is kind, and he means no foul play by it. Honestly, he simply has no wish to drink alone in such a crowded place.
