I've never started a one on one rp with someone before so I decided to try it out finally. The plot is what we make of it as I like things to be more character-driven.
Please use correct grammar, punctuation, and capitalization while RPing. Try to avoid one-liners but I understand if you get backed into a corner. Just tell me and we can take a break.
I don't mind shipping or romance between characters, but if you really want to get Rated R with the scene we can move it to PM/DM and continue.
Diversity is encouraged so if you don't agree with that then you probably don't want to try to RP with me. I will post a character template later.
Hello, if you’d like, I can RP with you. I think I meet all of your standards. ^~^
That'd be nice lol. And thank you. I'm not entirely sure how well I will do in a one on one but I'll try my best. Do you prefer a certain genre of RP?
Yea, I noticed! I hope I can give you a satisfactory experience! I usually prefer Fantasy genres, generally working with demons.
Ooh that's a nice genre. Alrighty I'll make a quick character template with that in mind. Do you wanna say any plot suggestions or just wing it?
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Species:
Appearance:
Personality:
Abilities:
Other:
Ahh the only thing I can think of is demons, so hb we just wing it? Also, I apologize in advance if I one-line something, it’s a habit I’m trying to break. Otherwise, I think I’ll do okay. ^~^
Name: Marlin Revulius Jr.
Age: Ages old, lost count of his age centuries back, looks 32.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Species: Dark Demon; Has a separate form (which he himself can hardly control) that is painted in all black. He can sense the magic of other Element using individuals, yet this is the only positive that Demonic-i-ness brings. His bloodlust and overall lust is intensified yet controlled, and his mental issues are also intensified.
Appearance: Long black hair, dark slate gray eyes. 6’4, skinny frame. And if I may say, handsome.
Personality: Very dark and bloodthirsty, otherwise, quite kind and shy.
Abilities: He can fly, and sense other’s magic.
Other: uh I’m bad at making characters bro
(Alright. Winging-it we go. And it's alright if you do one-liners lol. I have a fallen angel I can use and we can start whenever you want to.)
Name: Atticus "Icarus" Clark Wilson
Age: looks 28 but is actually 134
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Species: Fallen Guardian Angel. He’s an angel who failed to protect one of his proxies from the other side, so he’s now stuck on Earth and Purgatory/Hell dimensions. He’s locked out of Heaven so he can live with the guilt of failing to protect an innocent person.
Appearance: Storm-grey eyes and pale skin that hardly burns, dyed fluffy white hair with silver streaks. Wears a light-grey hoodie to hide his wings, with jeans and beat-up black sneakers. Has faint (so mortals cannot see) halo-like horns (horns connected in a full circle) on his head that has a crack running through the middle.
Personality: Kind, loyal, helpful, emotional, impulsive, tries to be funny to hide his depression and guilt, a bit too innocent for his age, introverted but still likes to socialize in moderation.
Abilities: Flying, Angelic Barrier he can use to protect and trap others, Holy Light to blind enemies but also damages himself, Healing Touch to heal his friends and himself.
Other: He has lost his original color due to his depression/guilt/failure, so now he’s “grey” and devoid of his previously colored brilliance.
Wow you’re telling me you haven’t RPed before? He’s brilliant! So, would you like to start us off? I’m terrible with starts, sorryyy
Also can we ship or
Lol I've RP-ed before. I just haven't done a one on one before and idk how the new format will do with my intermediate skills. I'm fine with starting us off. And we can totally ship my dude
Bro hb you start us off (heck ya ships) and I’ll repond as soon as I can. I’m traveling to a friend’s house, so I’ll be offline for like, 30 minutes.
(Alrighty then. It's alright if you're offline for a longer time too as irl friends are fun to hang with lol)
Icarus sat in an empty booth near the back corner of a club. This is one of his favorite places to prowl for injustice; it was so popular amongst dark-minded mortal males to take advantage of helpless souls. He stirred his drink in concentration as he watched a congregation of party-goers entered the club. As the newcomers began to mingle with the existing crowd, Icarus spotted a predator on the prowl.
A young, handsome, was 'helping' a young, distress woman who didn't seem to like being near him but was close to passing out. Icarus slid out of the booth and followed the two out of the door as the man lead the poor girl to an alleyway around the back of the strip club.
Icarus sped up as he unfurled his wings, pushing his sweater up around his neck as he caught up with the two. The male was attempting to remove the girl's clothing as Icarus entered the alley. Icarus felt the fire of rage build up in his stomach as he let a bright, holy light emitted from his broken halo, blinding and burning the man.
He swept forward on his wings and knocked the perverted man back into a trash bin. Icarus only heard broken groans from the man as he knelt down and picked up the girl and bring her back into the club to find her friends to take her home.
(Nah I’m here.)
Truth (Sorry I forgot to mention, Truth is his demon nickname) sat on a rooftop, serenely smoking a cigarette as his huge, black spiky wings flapped around behind him. He glanced up at the moon, which its rays highlighted the black indents on his face. Sure his features were obscured in black, but it was easily to say that he was indeed, one hell of a demon.
(Also sorry for the bad intro, I’ll get a lot better.)
(Lol wait was that a Black Butler reference. Intro was fine lol)
Icarus pulled the girl back into the club as gently as he could. His sweater had fallen back over his body, once again hiding his wings. He spotted a group of troubled party girls who seemed to be looking for someone. There was a commotion as one of the girls spotted the passed out female and came running over to her.
"Oh thank god Tiffany!" One female exclaimed as she came forward to retrieve her friend from him.
Once the passing of the girl was over, Icarus nodded to the group and took his leave of the club. He had some business to take care of…
(Heck yea it was)
Truth flicked the butt of the cigarette away with a last sigh of gray smoke. “Alright…” Truth stood up, his wings unfurling out of his back. He ran to the edge of the building and let himself drop.
(n i c e)
Icarus left the club and took of his sweater entirely, tying it around his waist instead. He then let his wings loose and he ran to the back alley where he left the pervert, only to be greeted with gunshots being fired at him.
"Jesus!" Icarus ducked behind a nearby dumpster to avoid more shots. It sounded like there were two guns shooting at him, however there could be more still hiding. "Gang bangers…" he growled under his breath.
Truth’s eyes flew open as he heard gunshots and his wings beat mightly, catching him at the last moment. The hell?
He turned his gaze, searching. It wasn’t nearby, but he could hear it… maybe to the north, near that club?
Truth started to travel, his bloodlust perking excitedly.
Icarus could hear the source of the gunshots moving closer to him. He'd have to move soon, or risk being pinned down. He took a deep breath and rushed out from behind the dumpster, allowing another blinding flash from his halo horns. Blinded momentarily, the shooters shot into empty space and grazed Icarus's leg.
That slight gauze in his leg tickled the sense of blood Truth was looking out for. He flew faster, ducking his wings into his body and keeping his head down.
There… He stopped in a halt too sudden for his body. He lost his breath, but he didn’t care. Truth landed behind the men, licking his jaws with his overlong tongue.
(Dinner took too long and now I have to sleep lol. Sorry. Goodnight)
(well since I'm up early I'll leave a little something here. I have to travel to a family event today, as my cousin is turning 21, so I may not be on as much until later in the evening where I'm at. I'm sorry.)
"Ow," Icarus complained, almost missing the movement of a dark being behind the two gunmen. He couldn't get a very good look at the thing, but he could tell it was not of this mortal world. He readied himself as he inched his way back to cover, still with his eyes poking around the side of the dumpster to watch what might occur.
(Okay, I’ll be on around then, definitely. Have a great time. Sorry I bothered you.)
One of the two glanced over, just as Truth slammed his weight into the shooter. The man got knocked to the ground, where Truth dug his overly sharp teeth into their neck, tugging at the skin at an attempt to draw blood.
By then, the second obviously noticed and hastily reloaded his gun; though, he was still suffering the after effects of Icarus’ flash. He fumbled with the gun and bullets finally loading it.
Truth had dragged and mangled the life out of his first victim, however, and stood slowly to face the second, blood dripping down his face, a vicious smile on his bloodstained handsome face.
The second man decided, upon seeing the demon’s crazy face, that he would flee. Truth let him run, then turned back to the body of the first man.
“Dinner… is served,” He growled to himself as he kneeled next to the body.
(That was long. Sorry about that… I think I got carried away xD)
