Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2019 16:18:25 GMT -5
Writing Style-
I normally write a paragraph or more, consisting of 8+ sentences, also could be more. It depends on how my muse is and how my partner replies to my posts. Just NO one or even three liner posts! I need content to reply to and keep the story moving. I like to have your input on plots, so feel free to suggest what you think makes sense or makes our RP more fun.
As for character description, I will leave that to you. You can do a form, face-claim, or describe as we RP. (You will RP the male human)
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Plot- Your charrie is a human prince whose parents are demanding he marry, for the good of the kingdom. So far he has met and turned away many, many princes and kings. He's not at all interested in marrying. However, now he is being brought to the Kingdom of Wirara to meet the Angel King himself. What most don't know is that he and the king had already met, many years ago when he was a child who accidentally stumbled through a portal into his realm. He stayed there for a year, a little boy who fell hard for the King of Angels. After a year they were able to return him to his own realm and reopened the long lost ties between humans and angels. Now he is returning as a young man, has his feelings changed or could they have possibly grown? How about the king, has he changed after so many years?
Name: Zaarth
Age: 23
Place of Birth: The Kingdom of Wirara
Gender: Male
Species/Racial Origin: Blood-Angel
Language: Common Tongue
Appearance- The King is a tall and muscular male. He is lithe and agile, no doubt because of his Angel blood. His skin is a startling pale color- no matter how long he has purposely stood out on the sunlight his skin refuses to tan or become any other color. Being that he is so pale he prefers to wear light clothing that covers much of his skin. He also wears clothing that covers his skin because of the multiple jagged and deep scars he has littering his arms, chest, stomach, back, and neck. Septimus has long silky white hair that reaches the lower middle of his back, which is usually in a braid or just loose. Most of his siblings have short hair, but he inherited his father’s messy rat nest hair, so growing it out has most certainly made it tamer. According to his family and friends, one of his most captivating physical part of himself is his eyes. They are an electrifying pale blue color. They are so pale much of the time they are mistaken for a shocking white. But, the biggest stunning feature of himself is his wings. They are large, soft, and blood red... They cause him pain. Every time he moves them and flies shards of pain slam into him, so this means he is left grounded much of the time, which is extremely hard for winged creatures. But Zaarth has learned to live with it.
Personality- When it comes to his personality… Zaarth is seen as detached- maybe even cold-hearted, from the point of view of foreigners. In reality, he is far from that. His heart is huge and he shows it to his family, friends, and people all the time. Whether from leaving small gifts to his family and friends, or going to the villages around the kingdom to help out doing farm work, scholar work, or healer type of work.
Pet/Guardian/s- Zaarth has a male black wolf, named Necos (death).
Family- (Siblings oldest to youngest)- Elyon (Male), Septimus (Male), Dazielle (Female), Suriel (Female)
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Starter post-
Zaarth was tired, tired and frustrated. In just a few short hours he would be at the ball that would decide his fate of who he was going to spend the rest of eternity with. One would think the normally rather lonely king would be glad for this but… He simply wasn’t. As foolish and childish as it was, he wanted to marry for love, not convince. Yet, after so many decades of avoiding his advisors' insistence that he marry he now had to give in to their demands.
Rubbing his face, he put his quill down and turned his gaze to the royal gardens outside his study. With all this pressure on his shoulders, he only wished to walk about the gardens and relax for a moment, that was all. But that was not to be, he had paperwork to finish and he needed to bathe and dress for the ball. Far too much to do in such a short time. Shaking his gloom away, he focused on his paperwork. An hour later he finished the last signature and he stood stretching, grunting as he felt his bones pop. Breathing out deeply, he headed out of his study nodding politely at the guards stationed outside of it and went straight to his bedchambers, where no doubt a bath was waiting for him.
As he stood in front of a full-length mirror rechecking his clothing and cloak, he couldn’t help but grimace. While Zaarth certainly looked like a regal king, he most certainly didn’t feel like himself. ‘That matters not, you need to be a king tonight.’ A voice nagged him. Shaking his head, he straightened and put on his best smile, before heading out the doors to the ballroom where everyone waited.
I normally write a paragraph or more, consisting of 8+ sentences, also could be more. It depends on how my muse is and how my partner replies to my posts. Just NO one or even three liner posts! I need content to reply to and keep the story moving. I like to have your input on plots, so feel free to suggest what you think makes sense or makes our RP more fun.
As for character description, I will leave that to you. You can do a form, face-claim, or describe as we RP. (You will RP the male human)
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Plot- Your charrie is a human prince whose parents are demanding he marry, for the good of the kingdom. So far he has met and turned away many, many princes and kings. He's not at all interested in marrying. However, now he is being brought to the Kingdom of Wirara to meet the Angel King himself. What most don't know is that he and the king had already met, many years ago when he was a child who accidentally stumbled through a portal into his realm. He stayed there for a year, a little boy who fell hard for the King of Angels. After a year they were able to return him to his own realm and reopened the long lost ties between humans and angels. Now he is returning as a young man, has his feelings changed or could they have possibly grown? How about the king, has he changed after so many years?
Name: Zaarth
Age: 23
Place of Birth: The Kingdom of Wirara
Gender: Male
Species/Racial Origin: Blood-Angel
Language: Common Tongue
Appearance- The King is a tall and muscular male. He is lithe and agile, no doubt because of his Angel blood. His skin is a startling pale color- no matter how long he has purposely stood out on the sunlight his skin refuses to tan or become any other color. Being that he is so pale he prefers to wear light clothing that covers much of his skin. He also wears clothing that covers his skin because of the multiple jagged and deep scars he has littering his arms, chest, stomach, back, and neck. Septimus has long silky white hair that reaches the lower middle of his back, which is usually in a braid or just loose. Most of his siblings have short hair, but he inherited his father’s messy rat nest hair, so growing it out has most certainly made it tamer. According to his family and friends, one of his most captivating physical part of himself is his eyes. They are an electrifying pale blue color. They are so pale much of the time they are mistaken for a shocking white. But, the biggest stunning feature of himself is his wings. They are large, soft, and blood red... They cause him pain. Every time he moves them and flies shards of pain slam into him, so this means he is left grounded much of the time, which is extremely hard for winged creatures. But Zaarth has learned to live with it.
Personality- When it comes to his personality… Zaarth is seen as detached- maybe even cold-hearted, from the point of view of foreigners. In reality, he is far from that. His heart is huge and he shows it to his family, friends, and people all the time. Whether from leaving small gifts to his family and friends, or going to the villages around the kingdom to help out doing farm work, scholar work, or healer type of work.
Pet/Guardian/s- Zaarth has a male black wolf, named Necos (death).
Family- (Siblings oldest to youngest)- Elyon (Male), Septimus (Male), Dazielle (Female), Suriel (Female)
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Starter post-
Zaarth was tired, tired and frustrated. In just a few short hours he would be at the ball that would decide his fate of who he was going to spend the rest of eternity with. One would think the normally rather lonely king would be glad for this but… He simply wasn’t. As foolish and childish as it was, he wanted to marry for love, not convince. Yet, after so many decades of avoiding his advisors' insistence that he marry he now had to give in to their demands.
Rubbing his face, he put his quill down and turned his gaze to the royal gardens outside his study. With all this pressure on his shoulders, he only wished to walk about the gardens and relax for a moment, that was all. But that was not to be, he had paperwork to finish and he needed to bathe and dress for the ball. Far too much to do in such a short time. Shaking his gloom away, he focused on his paperwork. An hour later he finished the last signature and he stood stretching, grunting as he felt his bones pop. Breathing out deeply, he headed out of his study nodding politely at the guards stationed outside of it and went straight to his bedchambers, where no doubt a bath was waiting for him.
As he stood in front of a full-length mirror rechecking his clothing and cloak, he couldn’t help but grimace. While Zaarth certainly looked like a regal king, he most certainly didn’t feel like himself. ‘That matters not, you need to be a king tonight.’ A voice nagged him. Shaking his head, he straightened and put on his best smile, before heading out the doors to the ballroom where everyone waited.