[open roleplay starter]
Your muse awakens with a soft groan of discomfort, seeing only darkness with a bit of moonlight coming from a small barred window up near the ceiling. They were in a small square stone cell of some sort with 4 walls, a floor covered in salt and hay, and no door or visible entrance on any of them, the only visible opening of any sort being that teeny barred window.
Only two questions filled their minds at the moment: What had happened to them? Why were they there?
Before anything else was able to be determine, however, your muse was thrown backwards into the wall behind them by an unseen force, causing them to let out a breathless grunt as all the wind had been knocked out of them.
"Hello, darling," purrs a rather velvety smooth male voice that had a mild English accent to it, "I hope nothing hurts too badly, I hit you in the head quite hard."
As he said that, the raised hand of their captor started coming out of the wall in front of them, then a shoulder, followed by the rest of his body. This made it clear that the unseen force was in fact telekinesis. He had neatly combed white hair, glowing dark purple eyes with no pupils, a fading burn scar on his bottom lip, and there was a smile upon his face. He wore a pure white apron with a black t-shirt underneath, jeans, black tennis shoes, and a nice looking watch with a nice leather strap.
"Now then," he said in a pleasant tone, walking a bit closer, "are you ready for some good fun?"
