forum I know we met like... a day ago... but, will you marry me? / oxo / closed

Started July 21, 2020 by @LittleRiver local_movies

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There is something so… delightfully evil… about enjoying the fruitful death of a long-loved King. Especially if said king was a two-faced sinful liar. His silken bedsheets, gorgeous red curtains, breathtaking golden statues… glorious silver-trimmed velvet robe… all born from the atrocities of war and crimes against humanity.
It is for that I feel no melancholy taking over the throne. Finally setting things right.
However, the only way my mother— The Queen— will let me take over, is if I have a prince/princess to join me.
I know I met you yesterday.
I know you’re not a prince/princess.
But I can make you one.
So… uh… Will you marry me, stranger?

Some rrrrroooools:

• be relatively active pls :3
• rated whatever is fine (for language, actions, etc) / whatever you’re comfortable with
• 3+ sentences, pls
• grAMmaR
• no controlling someone else’s character
• we can chill in pm’s if we need to
• no OP pls. or maybe yes OP. depends

pretty much it. character sheet’s will be made after someone joins :D

_{P.S. this used to look different but I re-wrote it because I sounded like a fecking drunk four-year-old ;-;}

Full Name:
Nicknames/Aliases:
Gender:
Occupation:

Personality:
Mannerisms:
Hobbies:

Physical Appearance: (links are welcome :)
Normal Attire:

Backstory:
Family:
Other:

Alrighty, there we are :)

Full Name: Korren Jiro Seka
Nicknames/Aliases: Ren / Prince Seka
Gender: Male h/h
Age: 23
Occupation: Prince of the Athuiles Empire / Former Mercenary

Personality: He is very sensible, mature, responsible, and knowledgeable. Korren has sort of “leader” energy a lot of the time, but people can make him flustered easily. Anything pertaining to intimate relations turns him an involuntary shade of red. When it comes to those standards, he is anything but knowledgeable, and many consider him a total innocent child in those regards. He is very elegantly spoken when speaking to people professionally, but otherwise, he is completely socially awkward with anyone but his cat. He is truly as home when he is with the little kitten, and talks to it often.
Mannerisms: Will fiddle with the ends of his sleeves/shirt if he’s nervous or flustered / talks to his cat about his problems / paces often if he’s thinking intensely
Hobbies: Hanging around with Koji, his cat / Practicing swordsmanship / Listening to his sister’s stories

Physical Appearance: Looks relatively like this or this. Skin paler and sicker than most, yet still holding slight color. Sunken blue eyes that hold knowledge beyond his years. His hair is a straight dark black that often falls in his face, contrasting with his skin. He seems to always look tired, but he still carries himself high and proud like a leader. His build is quite toned, though, but could still be considered lithe. His body is littered with scars that he refuses to tell the stories of, and he keeps them hidden often. Stands at roughly 6’0”.
Normal Attire: Royal garb, mostly. Golden trimmed navy robes, etc. Stuff like this for casual/informal occasions, and stuff like this for very formal occasions. He is a big fan of the color blue, however, so that tends to be the base of all his outfits.

Backstory: From a young age, Korren had always wanted to rule over the Empire. Seeing all of the two-faced injustices his father caused, he swore to make it right. His mother was too blinded by her love for the king that she did naught to stop him in his unrighteousness actions. Because Korren defied his father so much, for he hated the king’s views, his father forced him into the military. Becoming a mercenary and earning his various scars, Korren dropped that life as soon as his father died. He now studies law, and is doing everything he can to take the throne. However, his mother will not let him rule without him finding and marrying a suitor.
Family: Kishiko Seka (mother, 43y/o) / Akorat Seka (father, 48y/o ) / Aoi Seka (sister 20y/o)
Other: Has a pet black and white cat named Koji that he would 100% die for.

Full Name: Akito Haru Ichigo
Nicknames/Aliases: Akio, Ki
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Occupation: Dock worker and theif
Personality:Do you mind if I work most of this in during the rp? He's quite the charmer though, and loves to talk to anyone with ease. Is very..skilled..in the department of intimacy, or at least people can assume that from his various amount of flirting with just about anyone he finds attractive, male or female. It does get him in trouble from time to time though.
Mannerisms:Goes quiet when mad, mostly to keep the anger in/ rants to animals or inanimate objects when frustrated
Hobbies: Likes to keep busy, however he can, fighting, working, exploring, whatever he can do he wants to do. Very much enjoys riding horses though, and swimming
Physical Appearance:Face shape and general features: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ba/3e/c4/ba3ec41d40fa2f3a4887b82d26a6b465.jpg but with deep, midnight blue eyes and brown messy hair about that length. Because of his job, he's strong and even though he has defined muscles, his body type keeps him lean enough to look like he's weak. Akito only stands at around 5'10" and is very well tanned from hours in the sun
Normal Attire: Work clothes normally consist of a undershirt similar to his casual clothes and well fitting pants that are easy to move in. His more everyday clothes though are similar to this, https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ba/3e/c4/ba3ec41d40fa2f3a4887b82d26a6b465.jpg though in a deep blue or red color

Backstory: I want to do this in the story but here are the basics, his mother died when he was young and his father raised him and his brothers in the rural countryside. As they grew older though, they moved out, with his older brother joining the military, him going to the capital to find work, and his younger brother staying behind to care for his father as his health took a nosedive
Family: Daichi Ichigo (Father, 45 y/o)/ Akiko Ichigo (Mother, deceased, would be 40 y/o)/ Keiji Ichigo (Brother, 27 y/o)/ Naoya Ichigo (Brother, 21)

Korren’s eyes danced along the people dotting the streets, his own post higher among the rest of them. Koji sat beside him, and on his other side, stood his mother.
“I don’t understand,” Korren muttered passively, stroking Koji absently. “You rule alone. Why can’t I?”
His mother gave a small laugh, turning aside and setting a gentle hand upon her son’s shoulder. Her loving gaze rested on the boy, and she smiled.
“Jiro,” she began, her voice soft. “You are young. There is something that comes with finding someone you love. Emotional maturity. I believe having someone you care about that deeply will help you become a better ruler.”
“But I do have people I deeply care about,” he explained, eyes flicking up to meet Kishiko’s. “I have you, Koji.. and Aoi. That does not matter?”
“It certainly does,” his mother cooed, already beginning to leave. “However…”
She stopped in the doorway to the balcony, a hand resting on the doorframe.
“There is something different about loving someone, and being in love. You have never experienced the latter. I firmly believe you should try to… let yourself.”
Korren stayed silent as he heard her footsteps retreat into the back. Slowly he turned to the small cat, sighing.
“I still don’t understand. But I can’t wait around to find out…,” he explained. “I have to take the throne. And, I have to take it soon.”
Korren slowly put his head in his hands, leaning over on the railing. Koji padded up to the boy, crawling atop his slumped shoulders. As Korren stood back up, the cat kept balance, still stationed there happily.
“You wan’t to come with me?” Ren chuckled quietly. “Help me find somebody to love?”
The cat purred, giving a small lick to Korren’s ear.
“Alright, then. But… I have a differen’t plan. I just have to find someone crazy enough to agree to it.”

(Quick question, how do you feel about cursing?)
Akito grunted in effort as he picked up one of the biggest wooden crates he had ever encountered. In three years of working on the docks, this was by far the heaviest box ever, and it made the male wonder what was inside it just long enough that he paused once he had it in his arms.
Normally, they didn't get many wooden crates, and if they did they were normally light, usually filled with cloth or things that didn't need to be protected as badly. With this one though, the rough wooden sides dug into his hands and not even his calluses could protect him from the splinters he was sure he was going to get.
"Get working kid, no time for daydreaming," A gruff voice barked, snapping him back to reality.
"Yes sir," Akito replied, trying his best to keep the bite out of his words. The voice belonged to his boss, a short, balding man that had once been on this very crew. In comparison to other bosses, he wasn't bad, but he expected everyone to work hard until the minute they were done for the day. Most of the time Akito was glad for the work, but recently, he was aware of just how much harder he was expected to work. It ticked him off, but he stayed quiet and got back to work, loading the giant box onto one of the outgoing ships.
It was going to be a hell of a long day.

(Totally fine with cursing, long as it’s not racially derogatory, really)

With Koji still on his shoulders, Korren swerved his way through the town. He wasn’t often out of the castle, so he earned a few stares and giggles, as well as whispering, gawking, and pointing. He had never really cared for his title, considering it was set there by his father. And boy, did he hate that man.
He debated on wether or not he should just stop and ask a random woman to be his lawfully wedded soul mate, but figured that would be extremely heavy for someone who idolized him to that degree.
He made his way to the docks. Perhaps he could find someone there who neither knew him nor cared enough to ask any questions. Riches were promised, of course, so perhaps a worker would be his best bet.
Suddenly, someone caught his eye.
A man who looked to be about his age, with mesmerizing deep blue eyes and brazen skin. His heart leapt slightly, a sudden feeling he was not expecting creeping up before him. Maybe… maybe this one.
But then again, was this too much to ask? Of course. Did it have its upsides? Also, of course.
But… could he put that much pressure on some stranger?
Korren’s answer was still “absolutely.”
He pushed himself to his feet, Koji keeping his balance quite well as Korren strode over to the man.
“Excuse me,” he asked softly, his voice moderately small. “H-Hello.”

(Sounds good!)
Akito set the box onto the ship as quickly as he could get it over there, taking his sweet time on the way back out to the rest of the boxes. He could feel his bosses' eyes and the scowl that went with it when he did so, and somehow he could feel the gaze grow sharper when he sat down on one of the boxes for a small break. Then, to add to it, he heard someone try to talk to him.
"Hi, what can I help you with?" He replied, looking up at whoever was talking to him and offering the individual a tiny smile. At first glance, he didn't think much of the man, but as he studied him closer..and the cat that was balanced on his shoulder..he found himself stuck on the other's blue eyes. He seemed interesting, and rich, from the clothing choices, leaving Akito with the choice to talk to him or not. The cat perched on his shoulders though had to be his selling point. It was enough of an interesting sight to see that he decided he had to talk to him, at least to see what he wanted.
Hopefully though, this stranger wouldn't keep him from work long though. From the holes his boss was glaring into the back of his head, he didn't think a long break would be the smartest idea.

How could he even start this conversation? How could he just walk up and say ‘marry me?’ Could he just say, ‘hello, I’m a prince, wanna rule over this empire together so I can right the wrongdoings of my terrible liar of a father?’
Korren gave a tight sigh, trying his best to force a smile onto his face.
“How crazy are you?” he asked slowly, then backtracked completely. That… didn’t come out as planned.
“I mean— wait— shoot” he muttered frantically, arms out defensively. “That’s not what I meant. Listen… can I talk to you for a quick second? Perhaps? I just… I have a question.”
His face was quite red, his eyes nervously glancing from the man to his feet. He gave a sort of shy smile, tugging lightly at the edge of his sleeve.

"Is it sad that this isn't the first time I've been asked your original question?" Akito asked, chuckling and shrugging, "Sure, ask away, I'm free as long as you need me to be, ." He smiled again, leaning back on his arms and looking up at the fancy looking male in front of him just as one last way to piss of his boss, "Can I ask your name first though? That's normally the best way to strike up a conversation."
He was already amused, and still quite interested in what he was going to be asked by the attractive, and apparently nervous man in front of him. Whatever it was, he wasn't worried, after all what's the worst someone could ask? At worst maybe he'd ask for help to get somewhere in the city, at best maybe he was asking to buy him lunch and get to know each other.
Akito waited patiently, focusing on the stranger and paying no attention to his fellow workers or even his boss as he gave up on trying to get Akito to move and went back to pushing the others to work harder.