In a world where magic and technology coincide, Solaris Forestborn, one of the last of the winged fey, is the right-hand in a gang of magical creatures.
looking for a soft boi, human or not, to join the gang or just run into Solaris and sparks fly!
(ooh may i join?? :o i have a soft boi i'd love to use for this!)
(absolutely!)
(alright!! are we using character templates or going right on in?)
(If you'd be willing to do two, I'd be interested as well 👉👈)
(@fraust, sure!)
here’s a template:
Full Name:
Age:
Hair:
Eyes:
Occupation:
Personality:
Family:
Magic/Abilities:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
(@fraust, sure!)
(Cool! Do you want me to make a new thread or would you prefer to?)
(Cool! Do you want me to make a new thread or would you prefer to?)
could you, please?
Full Name: Marx Kistan Rubio
Age: 19
Hair: Short, fluffy pastel-blue hair, curled near the ends. Has a small strand of hair that flicks upwards on the top of his head.
Eyes: His left eye is a bold yellow and his right eye is a dark purple.
Occupation: Guardian Angel
Personality: He's very optimistic, and has a positive outlook on life. Though, the moment he's met with any negative feedback/views, he starts going on a downward spiral.
Family: He has a stepmother who died, his father abandoned him as a kid as a means to "have some more freedom and drink a little more beer," and his biological mother's whereabouts are unknown.
Magic/Abilities: He can fly up very high, given his status as an angel. He has 4 wings so that adds to his flying ability. He can also create life by touching any non-living thing.
Strengths: Flying is his strong suit; he has had a lot of practice.
Weaknesses: When he uses his wings to defend himself, it doesn't do him any good since his wings are fragile.
(i love him already. one sec and i’ll post mine)
(ty haha, i've been meaning to use him for a while so i've been developing him quite a bit XD)
(also a quick note about him that i forgot to add: he has eyes in the center of his palms on both of his hands)
(and alright!! <3)
Full Name: Solaris “Sol” Adair Forestborn
Age: 517, looks 23
Hair: dark brown, curly, barely covers the points of his ears
Eyes: emerald green with flecks of gold
Occupation: gang leader, club owner
Personality: a bit closed off, doesn’t trust easily, fiercely loyal to those he loves, gentle and caring once you get to know him, will go to any length to protect his family
Family: older sister who is the head of the gang and her 4 yo son who has been kept secret
Magic/Abilities: large brown hawk-like wings, can cast glamours, elemental magic
Strengths: excellent at hand to hand combat, proficient in a variety of weapons including hand guns and daggers
Weaknesses: little regard for his own safety when others are on the line, poor at dealing with heavy emotions
(oooh neat!)
(yeah haha i may add that to my form later)
(also aaaahabhhs i love sol so much already!!)
(asdfghjkl yay!!)
(also it’s been a hot minute since i’ve rp’d, so i might be a tad rusty at first)
(<3)
(and haha that's ok!! i'm not a great roleplayer myself so no worries!)
(sorry, i was in a zoom meeting. good times.)
(let me get a starter going, any ideas/preferences?)
(agh yeah zoom meetings are the best haha /s)
(and i don't really have any preferences, so yeah just do anything lmao)
(okie dokie, just one sec, then!)
(the starter will be kinda long, but just because it’s the starter)
(alright!!)
(and haha yeah i feel that. i usually write pretty long starters too so i get it xd)
Sol strode through the empty club, tugging on his leather jacket. Stars, was he glad he had learned to retract his wings. At such an early hour, nobody was there but him and a couple of employees cleaning up from the night before. While he loved the noise and energy of a full club, it was nice to have some silence. In his pocket, his phone buzzed,
“Hey, sis… yeah i’m at the club… uh huh, i’m on my way.”
Stepping outside, he gave the street a brief once-over, then headed towards his motorcycle. His sister, Krystal, was waiting for him at The Spot, but first, he had to pay a visit to their… associates downtown. He grinned, revving his bike, this was going to be a fun day.
Marx headed toward an alleyway beside the club, opening up his formerly retracted wings. "Ahh… God, does that feel good." He said hushedly once he reached the alleyway. "Mmh… Yeah, god does it hurt to do that sometimes." His four wings flapped a little, a gust of wind accompanying the movement. "Phew. And nobody saw," he spoke, still staying quiet as possible, re-retracting his wings.
Sol pulled on his helmet and pulled away from the back of the club. Turning into the alley to take a shortcut, Sol hit the brakes when he saw the small, blue-haired angel. This was new.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” he asked, moving to get off his bike. “The club’s closed, kid.”
Marx let out a squeak and quickly looked around frantically. "Oh, I- I'm not here for the club… I just… uh… came here for food!! Yeah… haha… food…" he said, trying to hide the fact that he came here to release his wings. "U-uh- I'll go though." Marx ran off quickly, and once he assumed he was off the hook, he spread his wings and flew off.