forum "Swept up by your Melody." (O/O) (Open)

Started February 16, 2021 by @Vuclan-is-tired

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Aha- I love my baby boy and I wanna practice with him a bit more.

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Some basic rules:

• I am better at writing LGBT+ relationships, it's just easier for me? So this will probably be gay.
• If smut becomes a thing, it will be moved to pm. Let me know at the beginning of the rp if you're okay with this or if you want to skip it.
• This will be bloody, gory, there will be mentions of sensitive topics so please for the love of god tell me what your triggers are. I don't want to hurt anyone.
• If I am not familiar with your style of roleplaying, or it has been a while, I will ask for an rp style.
  *Please no one liners, I'm not a huge fan of them. I understand if you're tired, or not up to it. Your replies can be short but please don't make it a habit.
• Don't be a dick, I think this should be self-explanatory.
• Have somewhat decent grammar? Okay? Okay.
• If you have an idea, let me know! Chances are, I'll want to hear it!

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“Where words fail, music speaks. ”

Full Name: Axel Valentino Belmont
Nicknames: Ax, the mysterious painter
Meaning: “Peace”/ “Strong”/ “Beautiful Mountain”
Age: 22
Gender/Pronouns: Male/He, him, his
Zodiac: Scorpio- Sagittarius cusp
Sexuality: Gay, oh so very gay.

“Who I love does not define me as a person.”

Appearance: Soft brown hair that curls around his shoulders in uncontrollable waves. Usually it’s pulled back from his face in a half up, half down situation. His eyes are a light brown with flecks of gold and deep emerald green colors. A barely noticeable tan, leaning on the pale side, like a warm beige kind of color. (if you can access Pinterest) Image
Height: 5’7
Build/type: Hourglass, more lean muscle.
Tattoos: None
Piercings: Just a tongue piercing
Other markings: (Scars, birthmarks, etc): Has a few scars along his back, the biggest one is on his shoulder, which is a bunch of prominent scars.

“Music is comforting company.”

Personality: Axel is very much a work-a-holic, he will work himself to the bone to get something done. It's to the point it's worrying, really. He is fiercely loyal to those he cares for. He is incredibly smart, diligent, responsible, and calm. He holds his composure better than most. He works well under stress. He's calm and composed, rarely expressing emotions. He tries to shove a lot of things down. He is very polite and humble, however he won't hesitate to call people out for something they're doing. He also has a strong analytical side that makes it easy to quickly decide on something. He keeps his opinion to himself and has walls in place. He’s very anxious and quiet, craving affection and becoming attached, however he has trouble trusting others.
Likes: The cold, playing violin, cooking, sleeping, painting, the stars, taking hikes in nature, exploring, reading (he’s a sucker for fantasy and romance), learning languages, nature, astrology, origami
Dislikes: Storms, specifically lightning storms, quitters, his father, people coming into his studio, the smell of smoke (specifically cigarettes), seafood, arguments, small children, heights
Hobbies: Painting, cooking, violin
Habits: fiddling and cracking his fingers, humming to himself, falling asleep practically anywhere, swearing in different languages, muttering to himself, tapping out the rhythm if he hears music.

“The stars are beautiful… I wonder what it is like to dance between them.”

History: Art is really the only way he can express himself. It makes life easier for him. He could spend hours in his studio. He picked this up from his mother, who was very similar to him. He is considered a bastard's son, since he never met his father. His mother passed away when he was around 16, so he's been on his own for a while.

“Some things cannot be fixed. Only carried.”

Trivia:

• Axel plays four instruments: the violin, the piano, bass and harp. The most meaningful instrument that he plays (to him at least) is the violin
• He is ambidextrous, he uses his left for practically everything, however; he writes and plays instruments with his right.
• He knows how to dance
• He learns by ear, he can hear a piece played once and can play it.
• He has eidetic memory (Photographic memory)
• He often conveys his emotions through music
• He has a cat, Snow.

“Music heals the soul where medicine cannot.”

Theme songs:

• Cradles - Sub Urban

“Leave it be.”

Hey, if this is still open, I would be totally down for this! I have a character that I think will work well

Go for it!

Ok, great! Would you prefer I send it to you in the form of a character sheet or a link to the profile that's made for him?

Either or is fine!

Ok, I have to make a few small edits to the profile that I have for my character, but I will send that in a minute because it is already so much more prepared

Ok, here is the link to my guy Kenji!

I love him!!

Thanks so much! He's a newer character of mine, so I'm still working on branching him out a bit, but that's ok haha

Sounds good lol. So how do we want them to meet?

Maybe they could both be at the pub that Kenji would be working at, and they are having some sort of open mic night that Axel shows up to?

That could probably work.

Either that or it's after a show and he needs a drink lmao

We could do whichever one you think would fit Axel better haha

Probably him needing a drink lol

Haha ok that works for me. Do you want to write a starter or should I?

If you want I can post a starter!

Axel was exhausted to say the least, today had been nonstop performances and his fingers ached. He loved playing violin, he loved performing, but as a soloist, life on the stage felt… empty in a way. And for the first time in what seemed forever, he went to the closest bar to get something to drink. He needed something strong, and needed to get wasted. For a man of quote on quote "few emotions", the emotions left from his most recent performance had his heart aching. He needed to forget. He sighed deeply and enters the pub quietly, avoiding people and walking to the counter. He was still wearing his suit, and he still looked ethereal as ever. He settles at the counter and hums softly.

Kenji was working in the pub as a bartender in the late hours one night. There was a decent amount of people, but he could keep up with most of the regulars. It was a small, family owned pub, so he quickly got to know a lot of the locals that came in for a drink. He was washing a glass when he looked up, noticing someone had come in and sat at the bar. He glanced down at his wrist, where Brazil was coiled around it. She usually hung out there and didn’t bother anyone. He would swear up and down that she had separation anxiety. He put down the glass and his rag, making his way over to the newcomer. He leaned down a bit, placing his palms against the edge of the countertop. “Hey, man. What can I get for you,” he asked, arching a brow and providing the male with his signature, cunning grin.

Axel… didn't get along well with people. They believed that he was a jerk or too quiet, that he never socialized. He often gave off so little emotions it was hard to read him. However, it was very obvious in his eyes that he was in pain and needed to relax. He glances at the other, noticing the snake wrapped around his wrist but didn't mention anything. He hummed, noticing the snake as the other leaned forward. He hummed and shrugged faintly, "Anything strong." He murmured quietly, however if one was paying attention, it could be seen that his ears were turning a soft pink. He couldn't remember the last time he got a drink. He wanted to let go of whatever was making his heart ache. He just wanted to let go and get into the haze that alcohol offered. He glanced over at the man taking care of the drinks, "Something… really really strong, please." He loosened the tie around his neck, it felt like it was suffocating him.

Kenji arched a bow as his ears strained a tad to hear what the man said over the sound of the music and chatter in the pub. He chuckled a tad bit. “You got it,” he hummed before turning on his heel. He turned, grabbing a bottle of cherry vodka and pouring a tad bit into a glass. He dropped a few cubes of ice into the cup before turning back and setting it in front of the man. “Rough night or something?” he asked. He was on the more chatty side at work. Normally, he would rather chill in a quieter setting, but chatting people up gave him something to do besides make drinks.

Axel wasn't really on the chatty side, he was more of a listener. That's what a musician did, really. Listen. He waits patiently for his drink, his eyes flickering around the pub and taking in the sights. It was actually rather nice here, now that he had relaxed a little more. He took the vodka, sipping at it quietly as he felt the not so familiar burning sensation slip down his throat. He barely flinched however as he continues to drink quietly. "You could say something like that…" He murmured quietly. He wasn't one to chat. "Just need to forget honestly." He rolled his neck, finishing the drink off rather quickly. He just needed to get drunk, distract himself, and get the night over with. He needed to get his mind off of things.

Kenji clicked his tongue a bit. The male didn’t seem like he was in the mood for a chat. Well, he couldn’t force anything. He took the males empty glass and filled it back up before setting it back in front of him. “Well, I can definitely help with that,” he chuckled. He glanced down when he felt movement on his wrist, and Brazil began to slither off of his wrist and onto the counter top. The locals who came in were all very acquainted to Brazil coming up to them when she got curious. Brazil wasn’t poisonous and was generally very docile and calm around people. She was a constrictor breed, and would take care of rats or mice that she would find. Brazil slithered near the male, her tongue flicking out.

He couldn't remember the last time someone attempted to talk with him and kept the conversation going. It was always awkward goodbyes, and left Axel feeling something heavy in his stomach. He hated the feeling really. He knew he needed to attempt to talk more, but the words never left his mouth. What could he say? He was never good with small talk. However, he paused at the sight of the snake coming towards him. At that, a tiny little smile slipped over his lips, offering his hand to the snake. Snakes were comforting really, his mother used to love snakes. He used his other hand to take another drink of the cherry vodka. Animals… in his opinion, were better than people. They were always better than people. "She's beautiful. What's her name?" He asks quietly.

Kenji grinned when he saw the males smile. Brazil was a sweet girl, and she had a way of touching even the hearts of snake haters. Brazil’s tongue flicked out to touch against the males skin as a way of checking him out before slithering up onto his hand. “Her name is Brazil, she’s a black rat snake. A constrictor. She’s a bit shy, but she’s chill after a while,” he hummed as he watched her interact with the hand. “My name is Kenji, by the way. My grandparents own the place.”