forum Mafia Children. Gay. O/O Closed.

Started April 20, 2019 by Deleted user

tune

np fam:) just statin facts

I still take it as a compliment.

well then u do tha t:)~adhd people r real cool

You are officially one of the best people I've met online.

really? :) wow, thanks ur quite cool as well~ oh-wow-an official title thats-never happened before ~ I feel like a knight

:D
You're cool, be proud of that, also I hae my laptop bak, so Imma go find a templet to put up here so we an start!

:)
aight u do that ill keep eating mini eggs

YEE FOR YOU! (Now I need chocolate..)

Name: Skye
Age: 19
Gender: male
Sexuality: not straight.
Appearance: Dark skin, longer hair, hair is violet, with varying hues of blue, (ranging from midnight to electric) purple (lavender to true purple) and silver streaks. He has deep violet eyes, and a silver NON-MAGICAL amulet with the same colorings as his hair. {From now on anything with these colorings will be referred to as Skye colored.} Usually wears fleece lined leather jacket with hood, also cargo pants and combat boots.
Personality: He is gentle and kind. Is often protective. Very loyal. Has a strict code of honor for what he will and will not do, and no one can change that. Growing up on the streets he learned to be seclusive, and can be often secretive. Very few people know him well.
Backstory: He lived on the streets after his mom vanished, (We'll call it a mafia thing for RP purposes…) growing up he often helped or protected other street kids. He never went through foster. He does have an education thanks to a nice old man who helped him stay in school. Is currently a scholar in university, researching ancient historic kingdoms. Eventually he fouund out his mom was still alive, and that he has several younger siblings. Some (all) of whom have issues, and are overseas.
Likes: Books, Sweets, Rainy days, stars, night-time, music,
Dislikes: Violence, Bullies, sour things, arguments, seeing others hurt.
Other: Has two, identical blades, that are made of a violet metal, streaked with hues of blue and silver, they are heirlooms he got from his mom. (Yes, he knows how to use them..) Totally has a motorcycle.

~nice~ you wanna start?

I'm horrible at starting, so if you wouldn't mind…

Yeah no prob-
i'll start

Alaric turned the corner onto the darkened street. It was after dark and he was supposed to be at the Big House, with dad. He snuck out after things started getting loud, and he couldn't sleep. At least there was the 24-hour diner a few blocks up, they all knew him there. "It's Billy Lee's kid!" They'd say, and give him perfumed cigarettes and let him play the jukebox for free. Alaric felt like really talking to someone tonight, though he knew that was near impossible. He pushed open the diner's doors.

Skye sighed, he knew he'd get yelled at for being out this late, again, but hey. He was bored. As usual. He had been wandering the alleyways for ages now. Occasionally he would walk up the fire escapes and over the rooftops. Finally he spotted an all night diner. Brushing a lok of muticolored hair out of his face and pulling up his hood he headed for the door.

Alaric was greeted with warm air and the sound of the jingling door. The waitress nodded at him politely, she was familiar. He scanned the room, and the diner was empty, just as he liked it. His shoulders relaxed and he sat on a stool.
"Regular?" The waitress asked.
"Yeah," he said, keeping his eyes down. She slid a pack over the counter

Skye walked into the diner, seeing only one other there. Heading for the counter he called out for a burger. Keeping his head down to hide his noticeable hair, and his violet eyes.

Alaric tensed at the sound of footsteps but kept his eyes down, through his peripheral, he saw purple. He took a long drag of his cigarette and dared a look. One thing was for sure, he'd either have to fight this man or talk to him.
"You from 'round here?" He asked, looking down and flicking ash.

Skye tensed when the other spoke to him, "Not exactly," he said, keeping his tone even, pulling his hood down further. "You?"

He looked back up at the stranger and studied the coloured locks that framed his face.
"Yeah." He inhaled, nervously fidgeting with the burning stick between his hand. "So you don't know who I am?"

Skye noticed the other studying him, the light shining on his dark skin. "Should I?" he asked, his tone een as the waitress came back with his food.

Alaric looked down and faintly smiled "I'm Rick Dun," He flicked his gaze up to the waitress and exhaled smoke.
"Billy Lee's kid."

Skye resisted the urge to gag at the smoke. "Billy Lee huh?" he said. "Didn't know he had a kid."

Alaric swivelled his body to face him, he was interested now. "Ah, so you heard of him?" He chuckled.

"Yeah," said Skye, still not making eye contact. "Who hasn't?"

"I don't know." He thought about what he'd do if his dad found out what he was doing. He wasn't supposed to talk about the family, but he felt like breaking rules. "But I'm glad you ain't heard of me." He said, though almost whispered.

Skye turned to study him, his violet eyes flashing, trying to hide curiosity. "Why is that?" he asked, "You scared?"

Alaric almost dropped his cigarette when he saw the man's face. His face didn't change, but his eyes moved with every move he'd made. "No," He shook his head. "Not for me."

Skye watched him carefully, refraining from mentally probing him. "Know who I am?" he asked. (you can make up a random Boss name)