forum A one on one I based off of a prompt. Someone please join, I'm bored.

Started July 03, 2019 by Deleted user

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I'm so sorry! I'll post soon, I promise!

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Are you alive

Yes. I'm just bad at life. I'm finishing him up now.

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Name: Pravus Angelica
Superhero name: Dark Eyes
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Powers: His powers center around manipulation. He has minor time/space manipulation I can explain better in the actual rp, shadow stuffage that again, I can explain better later, mind manipulation/mind reading, psychic/empatihic/telekinetic powers, basically looks like a fucking snake with a shadow tail that allows flight to an extent (wind=nada on the flight). And it can generally be a bitch since your arm will pass right through it but you'll be ensnared if needed. Also does stuff with illusions and hypnosis. He's pretty useless in a straight up fight, but can be a good support and is way more intelligent than anyone you'd ever meet.
Sexuality: Gayest boi.
Species?: Human ish.
Appearance: Pravus, when he's under cover, is disabled. Yeah, he doesn't actually have legs, just kinda stubs where legs should be. However, he can use his shadow-smoke stuff as a kind of genie/snake tail for easy movement, which is good. He's attractive, with reddish cinnamon tinted skin, freckles, and a rounded, boyish face. His eyes are similarly slitted like a snake's and a bright yellow, as well as having fangs. Thin and not super well muscled, but he doesn't need to be since he has others to fight for him. Curly black hair that poofs out in a kind of afro sorta thing.
Personality: Conniving, clever, and always thinks at least twenty steps ahead. His methods are less than ethical, but he has a "greater good" mindset that comes in handy when you're pressed to make a choice between one person he cares about an one thousand innocent strangers. He'd pick the strangers by the way, there's always more fish in the sea and his relationships rarely last long at any rate.
Citizen clothing: A hoodie and sweatpants with the legs generally cut off since he, well, doesn't have legs.
Superhero clothing: A grey shirt with the emblem of two obsidian black coloured snakes coiled into each other, heads facing opposite directions and on different sides of the circle of the coil, and a simple mask. No need for anything past that, he has his weird-ass smoke tail thing.
Backstory?: I don't know what to put here, he had a pretty normal life until he found himself bored and wanted to fight crime I guess? It's a bit of an addiction now, just plotting and fighting, generally for good but he doesn't give a damn who against.
Hero or villain: Hero… I suppose.
One (or more) fun fact(s): His theme song, if he had to choose, would be Zero Pharaoh by Everything Everything. Why? Because I just… I feel it fits him, I dunno.
Other: idk I'm late enough posting this as it is.

Noice. Do you want to start? You probably know more about the setting and plot

Alright, give me a minute! I promise I won't take as long as I did to actually post my character, lol.

Lmao okay

(Oh Goddess, I'm late again! Well, as they say, better late than never!)

Pravus sat in his personal office, drumming lithe fingers on desk. He was simply waiting for the next strike of the spidery fiend, Ragno, to strike. And for his dinner date with a man he'd met online, some… Scipio? Yes, that's the name he was looking for. He knew very little about the man, but hopefully the night would end in hopes of a second date, rather than the man being put off by Pravus's disabled position. It was merely an hour away, and Pravus felt on edge just thinking about it. Would his date notice his slightly sharper than usual teeth? His unnatural eyes? He'd done his best to hide them with coloured contact lenses, but you never knew. Dear welled inside him, discomfort seeped into his very being. He just wanted… love.

Scipio made his way to Pravus's office where he was to meet him. He honestly didn't know why he agreed to go on a date with someone besides seeing whose emotions he could toy with and whose would be more difficult to crack. He needed to know who he could essentially force to be his allies via mind control. Impressionable, insecure people were the easiest to control. Putting the thoughts aside for the time being, he knocked on the door.

"Come in," Pravus said. His voice was steady and cool, but internally, havoc reigned, ripping into him and turning him inside out. How would he act? What did the man like, dislike? What would his date say or do? It was absolutely terrifying and he loved it.

Scipio walked in, looking completely calm. "Greetings, Pravus… my name is Scipio Ricci, as I am sure you're aware." His Italian accent was still quite noticeable in his speech. He was wearing a simple casual black suit without a tie, and he'd bothered to sort of comb his hair.

"Pleasure to meet you. I've booked a reservation at a nearby casino, shall we head off?" he wheeled his chair over to the other man. God, he probably thinks I'm some lame cripple, or that I'm incompetent, why would he just say I'm weak, or idiotic, or something? Pravus thought.

Scipio nodded and walked beside the chair, holding doors open to speed up the process. Of course, he did think Pravus was weak, but he'd learned that it wasn't socially acceptable to say such things aloud. They made it to the casino and went in. The scent of alcohol lingered in the musty air, and Scipio glanced around with a vague air of curiosity. He'd never actually been to a casino since he was only 19.

"If you're worried about ID, I can provide you with a false card. Now come on, this is a date after all, and it's really just dinner. This place is mostly famous for the restaurant anyways." Pravus sighed, holding the door open awkwardly with his arm.

As if I wouldn't have my own false card… Scipio scoffed a bit to himself and pushed Pravus through the door. "Don't worry about it. I've got my own." They went into the restaurant area and were seated relatively quickly.

"You don't have to look out for me. I can handle myself, I've lived in a wheelchair practically my whole life." Pravus scoffed and glowered for a minute before wheeling himself to the table.

Scipio rolled his eyes and sat down. Crippled people never want any damn help, but they get pissy when you ignore them… "What do you want to eat?" He asked flatly, looking over the menu. Ugh… eating… it's inconvenient.

"I'll choose soon enough. And you?" he asked calmly. I can make my own fucking choice. I'm older than this guy! I can legally drink! Who does he think he is?

"I don't really eat much… I'll probably just get a burger or something." What's He got his panties in a twist for? I try to be polite, and people don't appreciate it. I kill people, and they want me in jail. People make no sense…

"Hmm, shame, you should really try the roast duck." he smiled over the menu, faintly, but it was there.

"I mean, I can… I've never been to a casino." Scipio looked over at the menu again. I don't even see any damn ducks… eh… they're probably somewhere.

"You're looking at the drinks." Pravus corrected, face partially covered by the menu, but you could still sense he was smiling in a way you'd find absolutely infuriating and loveable at the same time.