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The burly man approaches the young victim in the secluded chair in the dark room, a single spotlight shining brightly over their head. He grabs a chair from the surrounding darkness and sits it in front of the new contestant. "Greetings, my friend. I see you have gotten yourself into a predicament, have you not?" He leans forward so his elbows are placed on his knees, his arms casually crossed in front of him through this position. He gazes into the stranger's eyes with an apologetic, yet amused, look deep in his own eyes. He gives a small chuckle, though too short to tell. He then rises and pats the guest on the head, "You have been chosen to fight in my arena. You, and others who have been chosen to join you, will fight to see who will be the strongest, wisest, and most useful to my... Work. If you do survive, I will put you and the others that will follow from multiple contests, into a testing facility. Once my work is therefore completed, you will be kept there for future uses. Now."
He stepped to the side, more spotlights turning on above some weapon and armor stands. "Choose your fate." The guest stands, selecting their items, and is transported into a new realm, the arena was going to soon commence.
~~~~~~Many Years Later~~~~~~
On a cold winter morning, up in the mountains of Donte, there is an experimental facility controlled by the government that researches people with supernatural powers. The government, trying to make super soldiers, takes children with powers from their homes when they're babies, bringing them to the facility and training them for the tests they go through upon reaching the age of 21. None of the children had names of their own, only numbers that identified them as who they were.
This winter morning of December 31st, 2029, all of the people that had turned 21 that year were woken from their beds to be taken to the first set of experiments that would determine whether they lived or died.
//Our Story Begins//
Number 068 wakes as an automated beep woke her, droning for 5 seconds before it caused her to jerk up from her bed. "Number 068, please stand in your designated area for the restraint process. You will be transferred to the cafeteria shortly."
068 groans as she gets up, throwing her cover to the side and standing. She was to the wall directly in front of the door, facing it and proceeding to put her hands behind her head with her legs spread. A woman guard soon comes into her room and puts 068's hands behind her back, cuffing her and putting specially programmed gloves onto the girl's hand to prevent her supernatural powers from activating. 068 was quite the trouble maker and this was why she was treated like a prisoner. The woman guard, Claire, walked 068 out of her cell and into the crowd of other supernaturals that were being ushered into the cafeteria.
Once the guard had gotten her into the cafeteria, she removed her cuffs and pushed her into the door that lead to the eating room, a force field activating behind 068. 068 was not obligated to remove the gloves, special locking mechanisms had been added to ensure that they stayed on when she was in public. So they basically branded her as who she was. Not that her short cropped hair or ice blue eyes didn't already give that away. 068 went into the lunch line, getting the slop she always got for breakfast. She picked up her tray and walked to the same secluded table she sat at every day for the last 21 years.
He stepped to the side, more spotlights turning on above some weapon and armor stands. "Choose your fate." The guest stands, selecting their items, and is transported into a new realm, the arena was going to soon commence.
~~~~~~Many Years Later~~~~~~
On a cold winter morning, up in the mountains of Donte, there is an experimental facility controlled by the government that researches people with supernatural powers. The government, trying to make super soldiers, takes children with powers from their homes when they're babies, bringing them to the facility and training them for the tests they go through upon reaching the age of 21. None of the children had names of their own, only numbers that identified them as who they were.
This winter morning of December 31st, 2029, all of the people that had turned 21 that year were woken from their beds to be taken to the first set of experiments that would determine whether they lived or died.
//Our Story Begins//
Number 068 wakes as an automated beep woke her, droning for 5 seconds before it caused her to jerk up from her bed. "Number 068, please stand in your designated area for the restraint process. You will be transferred to the cafeteria shortly."
068 groans as she gets up, throwing her cover to the side and standing. She was to the wall directly in front of the door, facing it and proceeding to put her hands behind her head with her legs spread. A woman guard soon comes into her room and puts 068's hands behind her back, cuffing her and putting specially programmed gloves onto the girl's hand to prevent her supernatural powers from activating. 068 was quite the trouble maker and this was why she was treated like a prisoner. The woman guard, Claire, walked 068 out of her cell and into the crowd of other supernaturals that were being ushered into the cafeteria.
Once the guard had gotten her into the cafeteria, she removed her cuffs and pushed her into the door that lead to the eating room, a force field activating behind 068. 068 was not obligated to remove the gloves, special locking mechanisms had been added to ensure that they stayed on when she was in public. So they basically branded her as who she was. Not that her short cropped hair or ice blue eyes didn't already give that away. 068 went into the lunch line, getting the slop she always got for breakfast. She picked up her tray and walked to the same secluded table she sat at every day for the last 21 years.
Magic is common.
Near future, perhaps cloning and genetic manipulation
Combat is woven into the storyline and could come to the forefront if the characters seek it out.
Details: Freeform, adjustable length posts, long-term RP partner preferred.
Smells tasty. How does one join?
I join
PastaSalad wrote:
Smells tasty. How does one join?
If you could put up a character sheet with your abilities and such, and a response length preference, I will send you a link after I have created the forum page.
Kungfu6453 wrote:
I join
If you could put up a character sheet with your abilities and such, and a response length preference, I will send you a link after I have created the forum page.
Alright, let me choose my character.
most detailed mess I’ve made today oof.
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THE BASICS
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Name: Qrow Dive Foster
Nicknames: Q, Birdie
Gender: male
Age: 21
Birth Date: July 31
Species: Raven, Avian
Religion / Beliefs: Believes in demons and ghosts, may have a strange connection With the spirit world.
Astrology Sign: Leo
Blood Type: type O
Power: Heavy black wings of a raven, that upon closer examination are a dark royal purple.
Not exactly a power but I’ll include it: He is very muscular, especially in the arms, because of the use of them along with wings. He also has a connection with the spirit Relm, as in he can talk to them. Not control them, just speak.
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PHYSICAL FEATURES:
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Height: 6’2
Weight: 194 lbs
Frame / Build: muscular, tall
Hair length: short
Hair color: Fluffy black
Eye shape: Almond
Eye color: Green
Complexion: Chestnut
Voice type: Deep and cold, monotonous and condescending tone
Tattoo(s): on his right wrist is a shark tattoo
Scar(s): He has a scar that twists down his back from the end of the left wing to his tailbone
Other notable accessories: He has a stud earring in his left ear
Any other identifying mark(s): He has a birth mark on the inner side of his left bicep.
Photo:
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Personality:
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Good Qualities / Trait(s): Supportive, brave, honest, intelligent
Vices / Negative Trait(s): hesitant, cold, distant, finds it hard to connect, troubled, can be easily used when he has warmed up to someone.
Strengths: Keeps doubt and regret locked away (mostly) and he’s Swift, he also knows when to fall back.
Weaknesses: when he trusts someone he TRUSTS them. To loyal. He sometimes finds it hard to connect and make allies, leaving him alone mostly.
Habits / Idiosyncrasies / Quirks: He gets like a caged bird in small spaces or windowless rooms. Writes with ink and quill, not pencil or pen,
Phobia / Fears: Haphephobia (fear of physical contact)
Loves: peace, balance, order
Hates: chaos, sarcasm, loud things (such as voices) and bright lights, oh- and windows.
Sexuality: Demisexual (leans towards guys)
Quiet, logical, and idealistic. Not interested in calling attention to themselves unless their beliefs / principles are violated, where they will then become outspoken and argumentative. A thinker whose inner private world is governed by a logical structure. Analyze difficult problems and find patterns. Has a system-building approach to problems. Likes solitude and are rule breakers. Unemotional, often acts without consulting others.
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Roleplay Info:
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My characters views do not mirror my own.
If my character is rude or mean, try not to take it personally, it’s just their personality.
My Roleplay style is very flexible. I can range from semi Lit to 6-7 paragraphs per reply, though I may take a while.
I will not be on during the times of 6:00-3:40 on weekdays (eastern Standard time) unless otherwise specified.
I tend to give personality in my writing, my narration of the characters actions most likely than not showing my character’s views as well.
I really like using colors, and I’m lgbtq+ supportive
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Roleplay Example:
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Literate:
The blocks of houses that brimmed the streets of the small town gave a rural and cryptic look and vibe. The few whom made their way down the near empty street were mostly tourists. The sky was painted a soft lilac, indicating the setting of the golden sun. Just half a mile outside of this town was a small two story house painted a simple eggshell white.
Windows that let in natural light were covered by hanging curtains, ranging from gold to black, blocking the view inside.
The deep rumble as a truck pulled up to the house sent birds soaring away. The rusted blue truck parked neatly in the driveway, as a blonde male stepped out, taking in the magnificent surroundings and house. The thud of the passenger side closing made the 6’7 male look over. “Ah, Dai, look, isn’t the house just perfect?” He asked his son with a smile.
The teen whom had just exited the car sighed, and said yes. He had several piercings, one over his left eyebrow and one on his lip. His hair was a bleached shade of ivory white with unbleached blonde tips. His gaze was soft, contradicting his bad boy theme, with deep purple bags underlining his eyes. He had warm golden eyes, a sad look in them.
He walked into the house with a soft sigh and went up the stairs. He went down the simplistic hall and into the second room, collapsing onto the bed. The bed had a golden comforter and black sheets. He winced as he rolled onto his back and watched the roof. A hour or so went by and he fell asleep.
Dai awoke to the subtle chirping of birds, his window slightly cracked to let in the morning air. He groggily sat up, and stretched. He looked much better, but a sad look still gleamed in his golden eyes. Dai stood up, looking in the mirror. He opened the drawer on the left, revealing some basic makeup. He applied concealer over his under eyes that were tinted slightly purple. A yawn escaped his lips as he brushed his messy hair. His hair was cut to be short on the sides and longer ontop, resembling a unstyled Mohawk.
He heard a loud and smooth voice yell up at him, “Dai! Why don’t you go and meet some locals! I heard the town isn’t to far! Just walk down and say hi!”
He groaned as his father yelled for him to go and socialize, but he reluctantly called back, “Okay, fine!”
He slipped off his t-shirt and put on a yellow and black hoodie he didn’t remember owning but found really enticing. He decided he could continue wearing the blue jeans he had arrived and slept in. And so he was heading out the door.
Semi-literate
The avian stood, his wings tucked neatly behind his back with his shoulder propped against the wall. His green gaze scanned the room filled with drunken bigots and filthy swine. The Demonologist told a sip from the mug grasped tightly in his right hand, his white knuckled fingers holding onto it as if for dear life. The he was obviously less than sober, the drink he held in his bedazzled mug smelling of strong liquor. He looked about 21, certainly no younger than 19. He had heavy black wings, that upon closer inspection were empurpled in the light.
This avian was a fine specimen, with large muscles and handsome, bright eyes. His skin was a burnished chestnut, with eyes the color of a fine emerald. He wore a tight, sleeveless hoodie of deep grey, with two darker stripes running down its right side and it’s hood. His fluffy locks of black held much volume, keeping its place instead of falling down over his face. A perpetual look of irritation stained his face, giving him a ‘Badboy’ aura. By his side hung a holster, Strapped safely in it was a pistol that had streams of glowing green radiation through its cracks and crevices. Everything about this He seemed to make those not want to bother him, like a raven. Dark, and mysterious.
THE BASICS
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Name: Qrow Dive Foster
Nicknames: Q, Birdie
Gender: male
Age: 21
Birth Date: July 31
Species: Raven, Avian
Religion / Beliefs: Believes in demons and ghosts, may have a strange connection With the spirit world.
Astrology Sign: Leo
Blood Type: type O
Power: Heavy black wings of a raven, that upon closer examination are a dark royal purple.
Not exactly a power but I’ll include it: He is very muscular, especially in the arms, because of the use of them along with wings. He also has a connection with the spirit Relm, as in he can talk to them. Not control them, just speak.
=========================================
PHYSICAL FEATURES:
=========================================
Height: 6’2
Weight: 194 lbs
Frame / Build: muscular, tall
Hair length: short
Hair color: Fluffy black
Eye shape: Almond
Eye color: Green
Complexion: Chestnut
Voice type: Deep and cold, monotonous and condescending tone
Tattoo(s): on his right wrist is a shark tattoo
Scar(s): He has a scar that twists down his back from the end of the left wing to his tailbone
Other notable accessories: He has a stud earring in his left ear
Any other identifying mark(s): He has a birth mark on the inner side of his left bicep.
Photo:
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Personality:
=========================================
Good Qualities / Trait(s): Supportive, brave, honest, intelligent
Vices / Negative Trait(s): hesitant, cold, distant, finds it hard to connect, troubled, can be easily used when he has warmed up to someone.
Strengths: Keeps doubt and regret locked away (mostly) and he’s Swift, he also knows when to fall back.
Weaknesses: when he trusts someone he TRUSTS them. To loyal. He sometimes finds it hard to connect and make allies, leaving him alone mostly.
Habits / Idiosyncrasies / Quirks: He gets like a caged bird in small spaces or windowless rooms. Writes with ink and quill, not pencil or pen,
Phobia / Fears: Haphephobia (fear of physical contact)
Loves: peace, balance, order
Hates: chaos, sarcasm, loud things (such as voices) and bright lights, oh- and windows.
Sexuality: Demisexual (leans towards guys)
Quiet, logical, and idealistic. Not interested in calling attention to themselves unless their beliefs / principles are violated, where they will then become outspoken and argumentative. A thinker whose inner private world is governed by a logical structure. Analyze difficult problems and find patterns. Has a system-building approach to problems. Likes solitude and are rule breakers. Unemotional, often acts without consulting others.
=========================================
Roleplay Info:
=========================================
My characters views do not mirror my own.
If my character is rude or mean, try not to take it personally, it’s just their personality.
My Roleplay style is very flexible. I can range from semi Lit to 6-7 paragraphs per reply, though I may take a while.
I will not be on during the times of 6:00-3:40 on weekdays (eastern Standard time) unless otherwise specified.
I tend to give personality in my writing, my narration of the characters actions most likely than not showing my character’s views as well.
I really like using colors, and I’m lgbtq+ supportive
=========================================
Roleplay Example:
=========================================
Literate:
The blocks of houses that brimmed the streets of the small town gave a rural and cryptic look and vibe. The few whom made their way down the near empty street were mostly tourists. The sky was painted a soft lilac, indicating the setting of the golden sun. Just half a mile outside of this town was a small two story house painted a simple eggshell white.
Windows that let in natural light were covered by hanging curtains, ranging from gold to black, blocking the view inside.
The deep rumble as a truck pulled up to the house sent birds soaring away. The rusted blue truck parked neatly in the driveway, as a blonde male stepped out, taking in the magnificent surroundings and house. The thud of the passenger side closing made the 6’7 male look over. “Ah, Dai, look, isn’t the house just perfect?” He asked his son with a smile.
The teen whom had just exited the car sighed, and said yes. He had several piercings, one over his left eyebrow and one on his lip. His hair was a bleached shade of ivory white with unbleached blonde tips. His gaze was soft, contradicting his bad boy theme, with deep purple bags underlining his eyes. He had warm golden eyes, a sad look in them.
He walked into the house with a soft sigh and went up the stairs. He went down the simplistic hall and into the second room, collapsing onto the bed. The bed had a golden comforter and black sheets. He winced as he rolled onto his back and watched the roof. A hour or so went by and he fell asleep.
Dai awoke to the subtle chirping of birds, his window slightly cracked to let in the morning air. He groggily sat up, and stretched. He looked much better, but a sad look still gleamed in his golden eyes. Dai stood up, looking in the mirror. He opened the drawer on the left, revealing some basic makeup. He applied concealer over his under eyes that were tinted slightly purple. A yawn escaped his lips as he brushed his messy hair. His hair was cut to be short on the sides and longer ontop, resembling a unstyled Mohawk.
He heard a loud and smooth voice yell up at him, “Dai! Why don’t you go and meet some locals! I heard the town isn’t to far! Just walk down and say hi!”
He groaned as his father yelled for him to go and socialize, but he reluctantly called back, “Okay, fine!”
He slipped off his t-shirt and put on a yellow and black hoodie he didn’t remember owning but found really enticing. He decided he could continue wearing the blue jeans he had arrived and slept in. And so he was heading out the door.
Semi-literate
The avian stood, his wings tucked neatly behind his back with his shoulder propped against the wall. His green gaze scanned the room filled with drunken bigots and filthy swine. The Demonologist told a sip from the mug grasped tightly in his right hand, his white knuckled fingers holding onto it as if for dear life. The he was obviously less than sober, the drink he held in his bedazzled mug smelling of strong liquor. He looked about 21, certainly no younger than 19. He had heavy black wings, that upon closer inspection were empurpled in the light.
This avian was a fine specimen, with large muscles and handsome, bright eyes. His skin was a burnished chestnut, with eyes the color of a fine emerald. He wore a tight, sleeveless hoodie of deep grey, with two darker stripes running down its right side and it’s hood. His fluffy locks of black held much volume, keeping its place instead of falling down over his face. A perpetual look of irritation stained his face, giving him a ‘Badboy’ aura. By his side hung a holster, Strapped safely in it was a pistol that had streams of glowing green radiation through its cracks and crevices. Everything about this He seemed to make those not want to bother him, like a raven. Dark, and mysterious.
PastaSalad wrote:
most detailed mess I’ve made today oof.
=========================================
THE BASICS
=========================================
Name: Qrow Dive Foster
Nicknames: Q, Birdie
Gender: male
Age: 21
Birth Date: July 31
Species: Raven, Avian
Religion / Beliefs: Believes in demons and ghosts, may have a strange connection With the spirit world.
Astrology Sign: Leo
Blood Type: type O
Power: Heavy black wings of a raven, that upon closer examination are a dark royal purple.
Not exactly a power but I’ll include it: He is very muscular, especially in the arms, because of the use of them along with wings. He also has a connection with the spirit Relm, as in he can talk to them. Not control them, just speak.
=========================================
PHYSICAL FEATURES:
=========================================
Height: 6’2
Weight: 194 lbs
Frame / Build: muscular, tall
Hair length: short
Hair color: Fluffy black
Eye shape: Almond
Eye color: Green
Complexion: Chestnut
Voice type: Deep and cold, monotonous and condescending tone
Tattoo(s): on his right wrist is a shark tattoo
Scar(s): He has a scar that twists down his back from the end of the left wing to his tailbone
Other notable accessories: He has a stud earring in his left ear
Any other identifying mark(s): He has a birth mark on the inner side of his left bicep.
Photo:
=========================================
Personality:
=========================================
Good Qualities / Trait(s): Supportive, brave, honest, intelligent
Vices / Negative Trait(s): hesitant, cold, distant, finds it hard to connect, troubled, can be easily used when he has warmed up to someone.
Strengths: Keeps doubt and regret locked away (mostly) and he’s Swift, he also knows when to fall back.
Weaknesses: when he trusts someone he TRUSTS them. To loyal. He sometimes finds it hard to connect and make allies, leaving him alone mostly.
Habits / Idiosyncrasies / Quirks: He gets like a caged bird in small spaces or windowless rooms. Writes with ink and quill, not pencil or pen,
Phobia / Fears: Haphephobia (fear of physical contact)
Loves: peace, balance, order
Hates: chaos, sarcasm, loud things (such as voices) and bright lights, oh- and windows.
Sexuality: Demisexual (leans towards guys)
Quiet, logical, and idealistic. Not interested in calling attention to themselves unless their beliefs / principles are violated, where they will then become outspoken and argumentative. A thinker whose inner private world is governed by a logical structure. Analyze difficult problems and find patterns. Has a system-building approach to problems. Likes solitude and are rule breakers. Unemotional, often acts without consulting others.
=========================================
Roleplay Info:
=========================================
My characters views do not mirror my own.
If my character is rude or mean, try not to take it personally, it’s just their personality.
My Roleplay style is very flexible. I can range from semi Lit to 6-7 paragraphs per reply, though I may take a while.
I will not be on during the times of 6:00-3:40 on weekdays (eastern Standard time) unless otherwise specified.
I tend to give personality in my writing, my narration of the characters actions most likely than not showing my character’s views as well.
I really like using colors, and I’m lgbtq+ supportive
=========================================
Roleplay Example:
=========================================
Literate:
The blocks of houses that brimmed the streets of the small town gave a rural and cryptic look and vibe. The few whom made their way down the near empty street were mostly tourists. The sky was painted a soft lilac, indicating the setting of the golden sun. Just half a mile outside of this town was a small two story house painted a simple eggshell white.
Windows that let in natural light were covered by hanging curtains, ranging from gold to black, blocking the view inside.
The deep rumble as a truck pulled up to the house sent birds soaring away. The rusted blue truck parked neatly in the driveway, as a blonde male stepped out, taking in the magnificent surroundings and house. The thud of the passenger side closing made the 6’7 male look over. “Ah, Dai, look, isn’t the house just perfect?” He asked his son with a smile.
The teen whom had just exited the car sighed, and said yes. He had several piercings, one over his left eyebrow and one on his lip. His hair was a bleached shade of ivory white with unbleached blonde tips. His gaze was soft, contradicting his bad boy theme, with deep purple bags underlining his eyes. He had warm golden eyes, a sad look in them.
He walked into the house with a soft sigh and went up the stairs. He went down the simplistic hall and into the second room, collapsing onto the bed. The bed had a golden comforter and black sheets. He winced as he rolled onto his back and watched the roof. A hour or so went by and he fell asleep.
Dai awoke to the subtle chirping of birds, his window slightly cracked to let in the morning air. He groggily sat up, and stretched. He looked much better, but a sad look still gleamed in his golden eyes. Dai stood up, looking in the mirror. He opened the drawer on the left, revealing some basic makeup. He applied concealer over his under eyes that were tinted slightly purple. A yawn escaped his lips as he brushed his messy hair. His hair was cut to be short on the sides and longer ontop, resembling a unstyled Mohawk.
He heard a loud and smooth voice yell up at him, “Dai! Why don’t you go and meet some locals! I heard the town isn’t to far! Just walk down and say hi!”
He groaned as his father yelled for him to go and socialize, but he reluctantly called back, “Okay, fine!”
He slipped off his t-shirt and put on a yellow and black hoodie he didn’t remember owning but found really enticing. He decided he could continue wearing the blue jeans he had arrived and slept in. And so he was heading out the door.
Semi-literate
The avian stood, his wings tucked neatly behind his back with his shoulder propped against the wall. His green gaze scanned the room filled with drunken bigots and filthy swine. The Demonologist told a sip from the mug grasped tightly in his right hand, his white knuckled fingers holding onto it as if for dear life. The he was obviously less than sober, the drink he held in his bedazzled mug smelling of strong liquor. He looked about 21, certainly no younger than 19. He had heavy black wings, that upon closer inspection were empurpled in the light.
This avian was a fine specimen, with large muscles and handsome, bright eyes. His skin was a burnished chestnut, with eyes the color of a fine emerald. He wore a tight, sleeveless hoodie of deep grey, with two darker stripes running down its right side and it’s hood. His fluffy locks of black held much volume, keeping its place instead of falling down over his face. A perpetual look of irritation stained his face, giving him a ‘Badboy’ aura. By his side hung a holster, Strapped safely in it was a pistol that had streams of glowing green radiation through its cracks and crevices. Everything about this He seemed to make those not want to bother him, like a raven. Dark, and mysterious.
THE BASICS
=========================================
Name: Qrow Dive Foster
Nicknames: Q, Birdie
Gender: male
Age: 21
Birth Date: July 31
Species: Raven, Avian
Religion / Beliefs: Believes in demons and ghosts, may have a strange connection With the spirit world.
Astrology Sign: Leo
Blood Type: type O
Power: Heavy black wings of a raven, that upon closer examination are a dark royal purple.
Not exactly a power but I’ll include it: He is very muscular, especially in the arms, because of the use of them along with wings. He also has a connection with the spirit Relm, as in he can talk to them. Not control them, just speak.
=========================================
PHYSICAL FEATURES:
=========================================
Height: 6’2
Weight: 194 lbs
Frame / Build: muscular, tall
Hair length: short
Hair color: Fluffy black
Eye shape: Almond
Eye color: Green
Complexion: Chestnut
Voice type: Deep and cold, monotonous and condescending tone
Tattoo(s): on his right wrist is a shark tattoo
Scar(s): He has a scar that twists down his back from the end of the left wing to his tailbone
Other notable accessories: He has a stud earring in his left ear
Any other identifying mark(s): He has a birth mark on the inner side of his left bicep.
Photo:
=========================================
Personality:
=========================================
Good Qualities / Trait(s): Supportive, brave, honest, intelligent
Vices / Negative Trait(s): hesitant, cold, distant, finds it hard to connect, troubled, can be easily used when he has warmed up to someone.
Strengths: Keeps doubt and regret locked away (mostly) and he’s Swift, he also knows when to fall back.
Weaknesses: when he trusts someone he TRUSTS them. To loyal. He sometimes finds it hard to connect and make allies, leaving him alone mostly.
Habits / Idiosyncrasies / Quirks: He gets like a caged bird in small spaces or windowless rooms. Writes with ink and quill, not pencil or pen,
Phobia / Fears: Haphephobia (fear of physical contact)
Loves: peace, balance, order
Hates: chaos, sarcasm, loud things (such as voices) and bright lights, oh- and windows.
Sexuality: Demisexual (leans towards guys)
Quiet, logical, and idealistic. Not interested in calling attention to themselves unless their beliefs / principles are violated, where they will then become outspoken and argumentative. A thinker whose inner private world is governed by a logical structure. Analyze difficult problems and find patterns. Has a system-building approach to problems. Likes solitude and are rule breakers. Unemotional, often acts without consulting others.
=========================================
Roleplay Info:
=========================================
My characters views do not mirror my own.
If my character is rude or mean, try not to take it personally, it’s just their personality.
My Roleplay style is very flexible. I can range from semi Lit to 6-7 paragraphs per reply, though I may take a while.
I will not be on during the times of 6:00-3:40 on weekdays (eastern Standard time) unless otherwise specified.
I tend to give personality in my writing, my narration of the characters actions most likely than not showing my character’s views as well.
I really like using colors, and I’m lgbtq+ supportive
=========================================
Roleplay Example:
=========================================
Literate:
The blocks of houses that brimmed the streets of the small town gave a rural and cryptic look and vibe. The few whom made their way down the near empty street were mostly tourists. The sky was painted a soft lilac, indicating the setting of the golden sun. Just half a mile outside of this town was a small two story house painted a simple eggshell white.
Windows that let in natural light were covered by hanging curtains, ranging from gold to black, blocking the view inside.
The deep rumble as a truck pulled up to the house sent birds soaring away. The rusted blue truck parked neatly in the driveway, as a blonde male stepped out, taking in the magnificent surroundings and house. The thud of the passenger side closing made the 6’7 male look over. “Ah, Dai, look, isn’t the house just perfect?” He asked his son with a smile.
The teen whom had just exited the car sighed, and said yes. He had several piercings, one over his left eyebrow and one on his lip. His hair was a bleached shade of ivory white with unbleached blonde tips. His gaze was soft, contradicting his bad boy theme, with deep purple bags underlining his eyes. He had warm golden eyes, a sad look in them.
He walked into the house with a soft sigh and went up the stairs. He went down the simplistic hall and into the second room, collapsing onto the bed. The bed had a golden comforter and black sheets. He winced as he rolled onto his back and watched the roof. A hour or so went by and he fell asleep.
Dai awoke to the subtle chirping of birds, his window slightly cracked to let in the morning air. He groggily sat up, and stretched. He looked much better, but a sad look still gleamed in his golden eyes. Dai stood up, looking in the mirror. He opened the drawer on the left, revealing some basic makeup. He applied concealer over his under eyes that were tinted slightly purple. A yawn escaped his lips as he brushed his messy hair. His hair was cut to be short on the sides and longer ontop, resembling a unstyled Mohawk.
He heard a loud and smooth voice yell up at him, “Dai! Why don’t you go and meet some locals! I heard the town isn’t to far! Just walk down and say hi!”
He groaned as his father yelled for him to go and socialize, but he reluctantly called back, “Okay, fine!”
He slipped off his t-shirt and put on a yellow and black hoodie he didn’t remember owning but found really enticing. He decided he could continue wearing the blue jeans he had arrived and slept in. And so he was heading out the door.
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The avian stood, his wings tucked neatly behind his back with his shoulder propped against the wall. His green gaze scanned the room filled with drunken bigots and filthy swine. The Demonologist told a sip from the mug grasped tightly in his right hand, his white knuckled fingers holding onto it as if for dear life. The he was obviously less than sober, the drink he held in his bedazzled mug smelling of strong liquor. He looked about 21, certainly no younger than 19. He had heavy black wings, that upon closer inspection were empurpled in the light.
This avian was a fine specimen, with large muscles and handsome, bright eyes. His skin was a burnished chestnut, with eyes the color of a fine emerald. He wore a tight, sleeveless hoodie of deep grey, with two darker stripes running down its right side and it’s hood. His fluffy locks of black held much volume, keeping its place instead of falling down over his face. A perpetual look of irritation stained his face, giving him a ‘Badboy’ aura. By his side hung a holster, Strapped safely in it was a pistol that had streams of glowing green radiation through its cracks and crevices. Everything about this He seemed to make those not want to bother him, like a raven. Dark, and mysterious.
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