Before I begin, I just want to say that I'm a bit of a picky RPer. As much as I'd like to stretch my style and try new things, it's hard to work with an RPer that doesn't seem to be involved. Additionally, I appreciate flawed characters, but I don't appreciate characters that would rather sit in a corner and cry than do anything. (Also, let's avoid Mary Sues/Gary Stews).
That being said, if you're still reading this, cool! It only gets worse. What I have in mind requires you know at least a bit more than common knowledge about the Fae/Faeries. Maybe your character doesn't know, but at least you know. If you don't, this might be difficult.
Now if you're still here, amazing!!! wanna do a o/o rp lol
So!!! Onto the setup
You're a human (or another human-like race, but not a faery) and you know that faeries have been spotted near where you live, but you didn't pay much attention to it; instead, you're causing mischief by lying and stealing from the townspeople to make a living. That is, until you stumble across someone who seems to be doing the same; but they never actually lie- something that you're a professional at. How do they trick people without lying?
Here's my character-
Name: She goes by Até (goddess of deceit, delusion, and mischeif) but that's not her real name.
Age: Oh about mid 600's
Appearance: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/642607440557098942/
Personality: Honorable and mature, chaotic neutral, can't be bothered with petty things, she'd usually only care about herself but that's only because she currently doesn't have any personal attachments. She's also charismatic, able to use creative tricks to profit.
Other: N/A
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Aye, you know about fae and are pretty skilled in RP?
I've got some basic knowledge, and I've got a lot of friends who know all about them, so if I ever have a question I can just ask them really quick. I like to think I'm a fairly skilled roleplayer, I try my best to make my characters realistic and interesting, but my responses can get a little short if there's not a lot going on in the RP.
Fully understandable and sounds good!!! If you'd like to join you're welcome to create a character
Alrighty lol. Would you prefer a guy or a girl?
Either works! Your character is up to you, they just can't be a faerie.
Name: Milo Montani
Age: 25
Appearance: Tallish (5'11), slender, dark olive skin, fluffy dark brown hair that falls in front of his eyes, light freckles on his shoulders and back, hazel eyes, usually looks pissed off
Personality: Cold, closed off, unforgiving, manipulative, very difficult for him to open up to people, suspicious, curious, asks a lot of questions, sarcastic even when he opens up to people, rarely seen showing actual emotions
Other: Has been homeless for all of his life, best friend died when he was 16, a little bit gay
Amazing! I'll go ahead and start us off
Lively, I approach the lady, singling her out in the crowd, as she locks eyes with me. I maintain eye contact, holding out my hand and whispering,
"As we agreed,"
The woman shakes her head, fighting back tears as she turns away from me defensively.
"Please, I need to feed my children."
I drop my hand to place both onto my hips, clicking my tongue and shaking my head scoldingly.
"You should have thought about your children when you asked for my help."
She stretches a bony hand out, shaking with fear and regret, as she opens her palm, revealing two gold coins. I grin widely and take the coins, placing them into my pouch.
"That wasn't so hard, was it? Now, may I at have your name, please?"
"I will not give you my name."
My smile remains, but the smile in my eyes fades.
"Very well, next time, then."
I turn around and leave before she can protest, holding my words against her as I feel her eyes watch me leave.
I must have been too preoccupied in thoughts as I tangle through the crowd, that my shoulder lands directly into someone else's shoulder. I freeze in my tracks and turn around to face the boy, locking my gaze into his hazel eyes. I hesitate to speak, wondering if he would speak first.
(sorry I disappeared, had a test. I'll post a response in 10-15 minutes if that's okay?)
( Sounds good to me, take your time and don't strain yourself! )
(also is it alright if I write in third person? It's just my style)
( Of course! That's totally fine )
Milo jumped back when he felt himself bump into the woman on the street. He scowled at her, taking a step back. "Watch it," he growled. I hope I didn't drop anything, he thought to himself, moving his hand to his back pocket to make sure that the old man's gold pocket watch was still there. Good, he thought, letting out a breath of relief when he felt the shape of it through his jeans.
"That's no way to speak to a stranger." I tilt my head upwards, looking the boy up and down as I cross my arms.
"I think an apology is due, maybe accompanied by more next time." I chime, practically floating in confidence as the crowd begins to disperse, the sun beginning it's departure towards the horizon.
"Maybe pay attention to where you're going next time, and I'll be a little nicer," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "You ran into me. I owe you nothing." Stop talking, stop talking, you need to get home so you can sell this. Don't be a moron, Milo, the clock is ticking. He glanced over at the sunset, then at the nearby pawn shop. It would close in a few minutes, and if he didn't get this watch sold, he wouldn't eat tonight.
I raise an eyebrow and tilt my head to the side.
"Is that a deal, then? Shall we shake on it?" I hold out my hand with a growing grin spreading across my face. Though I should be leaving the town square soon, I planned to see this boy again. He did suggest the contract after all.
Milo looked down at her hand, confused. "What? No, I didn't suggest any sort of deal. It was called sarcasm, have you ever heard of it?" He stepped back. This woman was giving him an odd feeling, and he didn't trust her for a second.
I furrow my brow, turning away from him but not breaking eye contact. Sarcasm? Surely he meant what he said. Why wouldn't he?
"Your words will imprison you someday…oh, well I never got your name." I straighten my posture and hold my chin up, raising my falling hand back up to offer a shake.
"May I have your name, please?"
Milo looked her up and down suspiciously. "No, you may not. If you need to call me something, call me Tani." It wasn't too far from his real name, Milo Montani. "But I'm not giving you my real name." He had a feeling that any information he gave away might be used against him. He had to be careful.
I cross my arms, sticking my neck out as I bounce with my expressions.
"Very well, next time, then. I'll watch where I go, and you will treat a stranger like me much more kind from now on."
I turn around in a huff, the square now practically empty as street lanterns lit up, causing a warm glow to fall upon the area. The glow of the moon accompanies, but it only dominates where the civilization isn't. I didn't actually plan on returning home tonight; not anymore.
"Shit," Milo said quietly as he realized that the sun had set. He wouldn't be eating tonight anymore. "Thanks for wasting my time," he muttered, walking past her with his arms crossed.
