I have two characters that I need to develop, so I made a character chat. You are in a large room with no doors and a lot of chairs. Don’t be afraid to ask about backstories. Go.
Lorreth lounged in her seat, staring boredly at the others in the room. An athletic looking man and a young child stood near her, the man whispering to the child quietly.
Lorrehlyl stood in a corner, seeming to be thinking and assessing the others. I wonder how Nijçs would take to their blood? she thought grimly, summoning her white magic so it swirled around her hands.
(he is also a Villain that is sort of soft)
Ryver woke and looked around. He sighed when he was able to take in the whole scene, several people all probably more intimidating than him. Yeah he was going to die basically.
“So, what’s your name?” Asked Lorreth, twirling a dagger in her hand boredly.
"Ryver… You?" Ryver asked back looking at her. He was slightly on edge with no ideas how he should react.
“I’m Lorreth. This here is my son Cliff, and his dad, Gregory,” she said nonchalantly.
“And Miss Demon Whisperer over there still has yet to tell me her name.” Lorreth said, mildly annoyed. Lorrehlyl rolled her eyes in her mind.
“I’m Lorrehlyl Shade, General of the Army of the Brightened Sun.”
"Wow… you sound quite important. Though I regret telling you I have never heard of the army of brightened sun." He replied looking around. He could see quite well even though it was probably quite dark.
“Of course you haven’t. You aren’t from my world.” Lorrehlyl rubbed at her right hand, where a rune had been engraved into her skin.
He nodded slowly. "So, do you have any idea where we are. Or are you just as clueless?"
Lorreth shrugged.
“We are in a pocket dimension. That is why we can’t leave.” Lorrehlyl replied.
"This is sooooooo, not fun. Honestly I'm probably dead when I get back. My boss is, some words i'd rather not say." He said laughing.
“A *****?” (She said the b word, I just don’t feel comfortable typing or saying swear words.) Lorreth smirks.
"Yeah, Exactly." He replied (I understand)
A moody looking nineteen to twenty-some male looked down on them from a shelf like part on the wall where he was perched. The eyeliner brushed under his eyes looked suspiciously red. “Why are you here?” he muttered.
“Because demons are annoying and make me do stupid things so I don’t lose my sanity,” Lorrehlyl replied, the rune on her hand beginning to bleed slightly.
Ryver looked over at him. "Don't know, I think I fell asleep in the wrong place."
He scowled to himself. “Who are you?” he said after a moment.
"I'm Ryver." He replied then fixed his hair. It was a grayish aqua mixed color. "What about you?"
“Gaiesh, god of Fate.” He smiled at them, “I could do whatever I wanted with you.”
"Because that isn't creepy at all." Ryver replied shaking his head sighing.
He rolled his eyes, “Well I would assume it is, to you.”
"Yeah, I may be the weakest person here. That's just perfect." He replied and pulled out a metal animal figurine and looked at it.
The young boy, Cliff, walked over to Ryver.
“No your not, I probably am,” He said, trying to comfort him. He looks to be about 7 or 8, but has a mature look in his eye, as if he has seen some stuff no child his age should.
Gaiesh peered at him. “Tell me child. Who are you?”
Ryver smiled and nodded at the kid.
“I’m Cliff. That’s my dad, Gregory, and you’ve already met Lorreth,” he says, pointing to the man standing near Lorreth. Both of the woman’s companions seemed slightly more geniune than Lorreth did, while she was somewhat…dangerous. A little too friendly almost.
