So… the title says it all. You can use an oc, or an already-created god or hero or whatever.
Rules:
- Cursing is allowed, as much as you want, as long as it isn't ridiculous.
- Lemons/smut must be taken to the pms
- andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s rules apply
- Shipping is allowed, and welcomed, but if one side doesn't want it, don't force it on them
- Take the hate to the pms, no one wants your drama (well, some people might, but still…)
- If you're being rude, or breaking the rules, I will ask you to leave
- I need a small sample of your writing if I don't know you, before you join, just FYI
Template:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Shipping(yeah or nah):
Appearance:
Personality:
God/Goddess/Demigod?:
God(dess) of/Demigod Child of:
Weapons:
Other:
Ooh this looks interesting…
I know how you roleplay. You can join if you want.
(heylooo this looks cool, but i'm wondering; would this be like modern-day gods on earth thing?)
Was that a positive "know how you role-play"? But yay! Thank you!
@nikes, yeah, it will be.
(that sounds noice :) is it ok if i join/post my character?)
'Course, but can I have a small sample of your writing real quick?
sure, lemme go find somthin~
(Steve walked out of his apartment building and was greeted with the harsh wind. Once more into the fray, He thought and pulled out a cigarette. Smoking had become his latest distraction from the migraines triggered by his old friend's arrival. Living with a new, constant throbbing that pulled him away from his thoughts, the thick yet heavy pulse was a constant reminder of the decades he'd lost; the people he could have met, the music he could have danced to… and the person he could've loved. It soon became a nausea that wouldn't ease. The days had passed by one and the same: "No sign of him, we'll keep you updated," and "How are you holding up? We haven't heard from you for a while."
The dull pain never left him, and he had been grasping at anything and everything to distract him. Steve knew it'd be hard to light it in this wind, so he sought after an alleyway across Brooklyn's busy streets that would shield him from the wind.)
(snickers I know where that's from lol)
(Awesome! Should I send a piece of my writing?)
Ok. Give me a few minutes.
(Orinia was wondering the forest again. It used to be so peaceful and calming, especially when the orphanage became too loud. The trees and flora were silent and unmoving. Which was odd as they always had something to say if you just listened hard enough. But today was different. The wild was tame. A path that usually a difficult task to walk, had not even a bump in the way.
The girl kept moving, feeling uneasy in this eerie silence. It was getting darker now but she never remember the treetops being that thick. One foot in front of the other she told herself as she caught herself looking back again. It was surely nothing. Maybe the nature gods were having an off day. Maybe they just need to have some rest and the forest would be the same once more.
She continued these reassurances even though in Orinia's still feel right. The forest was foreign with no offering of way. She unexpectedly came to a clearing. The tree branches up above were still woven tightly but the area around her was clear.
There was a sudden rustling behind her. As if something was stalking its prey from the shadows. The girl kept quiet and looked in the direction whenever there was a sound. She wanted to call out and demand for them to show themselves but quickly retreated from that idea as she was unarmed and definitely lose in a fist fight.
The sound stopped before being replaced by a voice. "Well well well. Look who wondered into my neck of the woods." The voice was soft and airy that belonged to a male. It held an air malice that put Orinia even more on edge.
But now that it had spoken, she had to respond. "Things change. I lost my way, but I'm sure you pose me as much threat as the rest of the inhabitants of this forest." The pink hair girl spoke clearly and slowly. Trying to keep all shaking out of her voice as she didn't want to show anymore fear than what was already present in her eyes.
The voice just chuckles and says one last sentence before everything went back to being still, "I wouldn't be so sure about that.")
(I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to go on for so long.)
(You're fine! Go ahead and make your character!)
(So, when and where is the story going to take place?)
