forum Voltron Roleplay

Started March 19, 2018 by Deleted user

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Gwen closed the door behind Mitchell, crossing her arms. "Nice to see you too. You can come in, by the way." She rolled her eyes and immediately opened the door again when she heard another voice.

"Sorry, I'm just mad," he said.

Charlie shyly stood outside the door and knocked lightly, a little sad to be forgotten but still persistent. She waited patiently outside the door, crossing her arms in nervousness.

"Uhh, hi?" the tall guy asked.

"You forgot Charlie? Seriously?" Mitchell said, even angrier than before.

Gwen waved her hands around. "Too many people at one time! Everyone just…come in. Then we talk." She opened the door as wide as she could.

Charlie winced slightly at Mitchell's loud, angry voice. She pitied anyone on the receiving end of that but still waited until she heard Gwen's voice calling everyone in. She then slid into the room and sat on the floor against the wall but close to the door. She flashed an apologetic smile.

Gwen sighed, shutting the door after the other two came in. "Alright. Why are all of you knocking on my door at three a.m.?"

"The paladins of voltron are like… retiring. And they sent their lions off to different planets, so now different people have to find them, and everybody's out searching. Except the Galaxy Garrison students aren't allowed to leave because it's past curfew."

Gwen rolled her eyes again, she did that a lot. "Do they really believe that we'll all listen to them?" She perked up. "We should go find them!"

"Heck yeah! Screw the rules!" Charlie jumped to her feet in excitement. "Let's go exploring!" Something tugged at the back of her mind but she brushed it away with a light shake of her head.

"Dude, none of us could pilot lions. Like, none. I vote no." Mitchell said sternly. He wanted more than anything to find a lion, even if he didn't get to pilot it. But at the same time, he didn't want anybody to get their hopes up.

(uhh here's my character: Name: Balthazar Michael Gray
Personality: Laid back, kind, usually doesn't get too involved with anything, acts like he doesn't care about anyone or anything but really actually cares a lot about people
Race: Mix
Looks: Short, curly brownish-red hair that's neck length and goes over one eye usually, pale skin with lots of freckles, mainly green eyes but they change a bit, really tall but slouches a lot
Fighting Skills: Good with guns and long range weapons, can use a knife or blade decently, kinda a jack of all trades but not absolutely amazing at anything
Short backstory: Birth parents were rich and wanted him to take over their company, but he didn't want it so they kicked him out and now he lives with super kind foster parents
Other: Can use magic (?), is kinda psychic)

Gwen scrunched up her nose. "You're so boring Mitchell." She took her jacket from the hook on the wall and slipped it on. "Voltron is, like, invincible anyway. We won't mess up the lions or anything."

"Aww…." Charlie paused and pouted slightly, "Please?! Just a little adventure? C'mon Mitchell….." Charlie jumped up and down in anticipation "PLLEEEAAASSEEEE?????"

Michael grumbled. "Sorry what, the lions are on different planets now? I've been a bit asleep for like the past three days."

Mitchell rolled over on his side and pressed a pillow to his face. "AGH. Fine," he said, his voice muffled.

Gwen's arms shot up in the air. "Yes!" She grabbed her boots and sat on her bed, putting them on as quickly as possible.

He poked Mitchell. "You ok buddy?"

"Yeah," he said, rolling over and stretching. He looked down at his shoes. "Let's just go."

Gwen, who now had her shoes on, jumped up and down, clapping. "This is gonna be so fun!"