forum "I like you more than I thought I did." (max of 4, small group)

Started January 07, 2021 by @cryptic-glitch

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Um, so I'm in a million of these but whatever!! Small group rp, and this could lead to romance.
TW: maybe violent or gore

This is in a universe where there is an incredibly corrupt government, and most of the common people have to steal to survive. Futuristic type of thing. Anyway. Magic is allowed, but nothing super OP.
Let me know if you wanna join and I'll post a template.

Name:
Age:
Height:
Sexuality:
Magic? If so describe:
Personality:
Appearance:
Anything else:

Name: Luca Davies
Age: 23
Height: 5'10
Sexuality: Panromantic
Magic? If so describe: N/A
Personality: He's very narcissistic, and will not hesitate to push someone out of the way at any given point. He doesn't open up to people much, but when he does, he's usually doing it to make fun of someone or just to be generally rude.
Appearance: His hair is a warm/mellow blonde with dark brown colored roots, some hair covering his right eye. Both of his eyes are dark red, and he wears a pair of sunglasses to cover a bruise on his left eye. His skin tone is a slightly darkened tan color. He wears a scientist's lab coat paired with a light teal shirt (like doctors/surgeons have), along with a pair of light brown pants. As for shoes, he just wears a pair of black loafers.
Anything else: Luca had a profession in turning young girls (and some young boys) into dolls (like the sort of stuff you'd most likely find on the deep web), but eventually, the police caught up with his illegal regimen and arrested him. He only served a few months before he was let out on good behavior. When he isn't at his new home (he moved as recommended by his parole officer), he walks around, hoping to find someone he deems to be his next victim (though he hasn't found any new victims for a whole year at this point). He became well known throughout the media for his crimes, but he doesn't care about keeping a low profile (he enjoys the attention, even craves it). Also, cheirophilia. MAJOR cheirophilia.

Name: Simon Percival Andrews
Age: 18
Height: 6'2''
Sexuality: bisexual
Magic? If so describe: his hands and fingers act as magnets. he can switch poles to make metal either attract or repel to his hands.
Personality: chill, mostly a soft boi but if you cross him he will not hesitate to slit your throat. A bit of a dad, overprotective
Appearance: Curly, sort of long brown hair, pale skin, slim build. Usually wears a green hoodie, paints his nails black and paints diamonds under his eyes to accentuate the dark circles.
Anything else: his favorite band is iDKHOWBTFM

Name: Sora Adams

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Height: 5'9

Sexuality: Demisexual

Magic? If so describe: She has Chlorokinesis, the ability to mentally and/or physically summon, control, and manipulate plants and vegetation. She also has Botanopathy, which gives her the ability to communicate with all forms of plant-life, including flowers, trees, fruits, vegetables, pollen, etc. either telepathically, by speaking verbally, or by touching it physically. But there's a catch. If one of the plants she summons or is controlling gets hurt she can feel their pain. If they get burned, she feels like instead of the plants, she's the one that's getting burned. Sometimes, she can't speak at all to plants, she can only talk to them whenever the plants are in a mood to talk or when they actually feel like helping her.

Personality: Sora is…a complicated person. She can be friendly and caring, but only if you really get to know her. She's sarcastic and a bit of a bastard. Sora is kinda like the type of person who will fight for what she believes in. Sora is also quite mischievous and she likes to create chaos. For some reason unknown to her, people feel uncomfortable around her. It might be the fact that she can get…a little murderous…

Appearance: Sora has brown skin. It's closer to a light brown than a dark brown. She has long black hair that reaches her waist and big violet-blue eyes. She either lets her hair down, or she puts it in two braids. But mostly, she's seen with her hair down. She's around 5 feet and 6 inches tall. She has thin, dark eyebrows, and a greek nose. She has freckles scattered all over her face. She wears earrings in each ear. Sora will wear anything that's comfortable for her. So really, she doesn't care what she wears. As long as it's appropriate, of course. The only rule she has is that she will not wear bright colors. The exception to this rule is white, light green and yellow.

Anything else: She has a dagger that can turn into a sword. She stole it from some guy at the marketplace who was sealing supposed magical items. She doesn’t know if all of the guy’s possessions were magical items, or if it was only the dagger.

Simon watched the crowd gather around the auctioneer, peering at his wares. He licked his lips and twisted his hair around his finger. His socks were starting to chafe and the knife in his sleeve was getting uncomfortable. However, he had to wait for the item his employer sent him to retrieve.

Luca woke up from his rest and hopped off of his bed. He grumbled and went to the bathroom, getting a shower. After that, he followed his usual routine; Get dressed, brush hair, brush teeth, eat breakfast, brush teeth again, stare out the window. An ongoing cycle of steps- steps he had glued himself to. When he finished getting ready for the day, he looked out the window, and saw a group of people gathering in the distance. "Ooh, what's this?" he asked himself aloud, then rushed down the stairs and out the door, dashing towards the group. An auctioneer, huh, he thought to himself as he made his way to the front of the crowd. A tad disappointing, if I say so myself. After a while, Luca walked off, his standing spot immediately being taken by someone else. He whistled as he made his way back home, his hands shoved in the pockets of his lab coat.

Sora awoke in her small apartment. She didn't have the motivation to do anything, let alone, leave her bed. As she contemplated going back to sleep or to do something productive, like finish a drawing from a couple of days ago, she received a text. She quickly read over it and put her phone down on the nightstand. She quickly took a shower and changed into a dark green shirt and dark blue jeans. She put her black combat boots on, and quickly brushed her hair. She grabbed her phone and her dagger from the drawer. Just in case. As she was making her way out of the apartment, she decided to go to the kitchen and grab a granola bar. She left the apartment in a rush, she forgot to lock the door. A small group formed in the distance and she sighed. Why do I have to do his dirty work? Why can't he come down here and get the damn item himself? She thought as she made her way to the group. She was so busy cursing the person who sent her the text in her head, that she hadn't noticed she bumped into Luca. She blinked when she realized what happened. "Oh, I'm sorry." She said as she looked up at the slightly taller man.

Luca didn't respond; he had just moved out of the way and continued walking,. He didn't seem to care, at least at first… But eventually, a scoff could be heard. He dusted himself off quickly before continuing his trip back home. "Hmph…" he kept quiet, occasionally responding to someone recognizing him from the news. He pulled his phone out of his left coatpocket and dialed a number, putting the phone up to his ear. "Yes, yes, officer. Hush it. I know." The conversation continued as he kept walking onward.

Sora shrugged and continued her little journey. She regretted not bringing a sweater, because now, she didn't have anywhere to put her dagger. And she knew people were going to question and confuse her for a murderer, the moment they saw her holding a weapon. But she really didn't care. She could murder someone and get away with it. She could easily shift the blame to someone else. Convince the police that she was innocent. She made her way to the front of the crowd, waiting for the auction to start.

Luca finally got home, and opened the door, only to be greeted by his old collection of "dolls." His jaw basically dropped to the floor, and he let out an excited squeal that might have been able to hear from a distance. He went up to the dolls and started staring at each and everyone one of them, and then gathering them all up. He huffed, and looked around at the "dolls," and began talking to himself. "These… aren't as lovely as I remember them…" he mumbled, examining one of the dolls. It was severely cracked all over; cracked on the face especially, to where it looked like the doll's eyes were going to fall out. "I'm gonna need some new dolls, aren't I?" he asked himself aloud as he picked each of the dolls up and headed for his basement, supposedly to lock them in there and forget about them until they suddenly pop back into his mind.

"Hello," Simon said to Sora. "Yes. Hello, you seem a bit lost, no? Auction is that way," he pointed as he looked at her.

The auctioneer lifted an antique gun from a wooden crate and held it up. "That's my cue to go." He raised his hand and said, "Seventy thousand."

Luca tossed the 'dolls' into the basement and locked the basement door, then headed back to the front door, walking out again. He dusted his lab coat off, and groaned, heading to the area where everyone was gathered to see if he could fetch himself a new victim. He'd gotten a bit rusty with his capture technique, since he was in prison for a while. At least he had gotten out of that place earlier- he was originally supposed to serve a full year. He made his way back to the front of the group of people, and looked around to see if there was anyone overtly young; anyone in his age range of 9-15. He couldn't find anyone who looked to be in that range, so he just stood in the group, blending himself in. If I wanna look casual, I'll have to bid for something, won't I? he thought. Crap! I used the last of my money on groceries for this week! He began to sweat, and frantically searched his pockets for an extra few bucks at the least. No dice.

Sora smiled at Simon but didn't say anything or moved from her spot. She smiled as the auctioneer took out the antique gun. She groaned inwardly at the amount the young man offered. Fucking christ, I'm going to waste all my money here, aren't I? She sighed and raised her hand. "Ninety thousand!"

"Two hundred thousand," Simon said, looking back at Sora and raising an eyebrow, waiting for her reaction. He pulled on the knife strapped to his forearm. If this situation got out of control, he'd have to deal with it. He stood on the balls of his feet and rocked back and forth.

Luca watched the two bid back and forth for the antique gun, and he began to get a nagging feeling that these two had ulterior motives for wanting the gun… Then again, he'd assume that for anyone who's willing to pay so much just for an old gun. He began to wonder if the gun was a fake, so he looked at the gun and squinted. They could've pulled a bait-and-switch and simply forged the gun to look antique, but at the same time… It looks like the real deal, he thought.

"Five hundred thousand." Sora said as she crossed her arms. She wasn't going to lose the auction, and even if she did, she could simply steal it. But the problem with that was that (a) She didn't know who she was dealing with, and the person could simply try to hurt her and take the item away or (b) the person could call the police. She looked at Simon, waiting for his next step.

"Seven hundred thousand," Simon said, tilting his head slightly. ASA didn't tell him there'd be competition.