Descriptive roleplay book, come join if you're a fan of creating lots o drama and throwing our baby beans into a shithole and watch them suffer from another dimension. ^•^
^Aka plot, I'm a big sucker for plot
This is published before it's ready be...
Name: Wind Age: 19 (17 if you choose scenario 1) Gender: Male Sexuality: Bi Species: Half angel
Appearance: Caramel soft eyes, smooth tanned skin, silky hair a rich chocolate brown that sticks out in tufts. Lean, but toned muscles supporting a beautiful pair of ebony black wings that resembles an infinity under the gleam of the sun.
(When words fail, see below)
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Personality: Flirty, bubbly, humorous and charismatic. Though sometimes, under certain circumstances, he somehow manages to make a total fool of himself by being a nerd and dork. (After which he would endlessly facepalm himself and agonize over his cringy course of actions) Always strives to be a gentleman, he is usually tidy and exceptionally well dressed.
Likes: Blowing tunes on grass whistles while sitting on a hill, preferably during sunny and breezy days. Dipping his fingers in refreshing, bubbling streams of water. Soaring high in the sky, leaving behind worries too heavy to fly. And You
Dislikes: The smell of gasoline, the business of cities. People who spit on the ground, who smokes. And who looks down on others and goes out of their way to bully others.
Flaws: Has an intense fear of water, he hates how the stuff clogs up his wings and threatens to pull him under. He also sometimes make girls cry...
Turn on's(optional): When you take control. Lip nibbles. Hand cuffs, blindfolds, and an unbearable amount of teasing.
Turn off's(Optional): Overly aggressive partner, blood, doing it in cramped spaces
Powers (optional): Being a half angel, he can retract his wings into his body whenever he wishes.
Backstory (optional): From the earliest of his memories, it was a falcon that raised him. Fed him, and taught him how to fend for himself. But as soon as Wind was old enough, she left him to face the unsympathetic world. He knew that having wings was an anomaly. A guy named Seth* has recently taken an interest in him, and his most prized possession. The guy seems to be made of money, and he's been using it to hunt down Wind in whatever ways he can. Wind is tired. He's tired of Seth's dangerous obsessions over him, and tired of all these burning questions like who is he? What does he want? What will he do if he ever gets me? Why can't he just fuck off??
*Seth will be published as a separate character, where you can see his motives and goals. I was thinking of making scenario 1 of both characters a Joint Roleplay, where the actions on one chain affects the events of the other. Then just merge everything together if it goes the way I have in mind (which it probably wouldn't hahaha)
Scenario 1 You stretched a luxurious stretch. Before you on your desk, a landscape of papers and notebooks and files lay scattered. You slumped on top of them, ugh, looking at those things gave you a headache. A moment later, you pulled yourself back up again, figuring if you were gonna procrastinate, you may as well do it productively.
A breeze that carried the musty, leafy scent of the woods greeted you happily when you pushed open the door. Overhead in the far distance, a black bird spread its wings wide against a vibrant sky, riding on the wind's current. You were at your cottage for a supposedly relaxing vacation. But guess who completely forgot that a crucial, painfully long, and highly important report for your company was due in 4 days? Yes, this idiot. (You XD) You sighed and gritted your teeth, determined to walk the tiredness out of your muscles. Lightly hopping down from your porch, you stepped onto a small trail that leads to the main hiking paths that were next to your lodging. The leaves swished, and the sun dappled ground shimmered in turn.
You were humming along, going about your merry walk when the forest fell oddly silent. A feeling of unease tugged at your gut. A flock of crows took off into the air simultaneously as several rounds of gunfire boomed and echoed close by. Fear spiked in the pulses throughout your body. Turning, you were very much starting to regret this outing when something crashed in the shrubberies next to you. You gasped when you saw it was a boy, folded in between a pair of sleek black wings, tangled among the thorns and branches. His shirt must've ripped from the fall, and hair disheveled. When you inched closer, your heart panged to see blood oozing from several places in his body. Even one on his wing. He was panting heavily, barely holding on to consciousness. His eyes glazed with pain, speckled with an anxious panic, but they found yours. You knew, how? You don't know. But you knew that he was strong, and determined to live... You didn't have the will to look away.
