Roses are red,
Blood is red too.
Hide all the knives
‘Cause I’m coming for you.
March 21 is the greatest day of the assassin’s life. Because, on that fateful day, all crime is made legal for the next 24 hours. And they have plans, so many. They are going to do so many fun things, and it’ll be great. But when they kidnap someone, they realize only after that they have caught the leader of a rival Mafia gang.
Sparks fly, and they can’t halp but falling in love, as they try to kill without letting the person go. Time is running ot, and they have the voice to either kill them, or let them go.
I’d prefer the roleplay to be fxb, but I’m good with anything.
Sure! Who do you want to be and what sexuality?
I can do straight, and I would prefer to be the kidnapped if that's alright with you?
Cool, sure! Do you want a template, or..
Sorry I had to eat…yes, a template would be nice.
Cool. Do you want to be the girl or the guy? And I totally get it.
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Personality:
Outfit:
Other:
Name: Grace Tsuji
Age: –
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: Japanese. Average height, and black, stick-straight hair that goes down a little past her shoulders. Dark almond eyes and pale-ish skin.
Personality: Always has the sarcastic/pissed-off teen attitude, but is preeeety badass if I do say so myself. Will develop.
Outfit: Usually dark, leathery things with a bright pop. For most of this rp it'll be black leggings, shirt, boots, and jacket, but electric blue earrings, bright red lipstick, and bright yellow shoelaces.
Other: If it's allowed, in my OC universe she has a pet chinese dragon named Mame.
Name: Draven Wolfe
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi
Appearance: Draven is attractive, and knows it. He has messy hair that grows in all directions and is a black so dark it seems to suck up the light and it looks almost blue in the light. His skin is so pale it's almost white, and would look unhealthy on another person, but not him. He has gray eyes that are almost silver, and when he looks at you, it seems as though they penetrate to your very soul. He has a tattoo of a flame running up his arm to his shoulder. He knows that he looks handsome, and loves to tease people who fall for his looks.
Personality: Draven is sarcastic, witty and egotistical. He seems not to take anything seriously, and loves to play practical jokes. He It's just a mask, though. He's broken deep down, but he hidea that part of himself very well. He is quick to anger, and his rage is dark. He is unpredictable, so you don't know if he'll kiss you or stab you. He's violent, too, especially when he's angry. He's very loyal to the people he likes, which isn't many. If you mess with him, you'll walk away with a few bruises, maybe a broken bone or two. If you mess with someone he loves, you may as well plan your funeral now. He doesn't take shit from anyone. He can be intimidating, and when he smiles, he looks downright evil.
Outfit: During the day, he wears practically the same outfit. It's tight jeans, an even tighter T-shirt, and a leather jacket. He also has a choker that he sometimes wears, but not always. His formal wear is a button-down gray shirt and black pants. Never a tie, though. He's kind of afraid of them. He doesn't really have sleepwear, just wears whatever he had been wearing earlier. Sometimes, though rarely, he'll wear sweatpants and hoodies, but almost never.
Other: Draven doesn’t exactly have any magic, but he can’t get hurt by it.
((He sounds amazing! Can she use Mame then?))
((Thanks! Would you like to start because I suck at starting?))
(Yeah, I can lol)
Crime was going to be legal. When Draven saw the notice, he wasn’t sure if he was more excited or afraid. This has happened once before, and it hasn’t ended well for him. Wincing, he rubbed at a faint scar on his face. But this time would be better. He promised himself that.
Grace crossed her legs up on the table, Mame curling around her jacket collar. Crime was to be legal, and everyone else had scattered - whether in fear or excitement, she wasn't entirely sure - perhaps a mix of both. But here she was, right in her motel bedroom. No one was going to come near her though. She made sure of that.
What was he going to do first? Draven frowned in thought. Well, for starters, kidnapping would be a good idea. Then, if anyone tried to kill him, he could use the poor soul as a shield. He walked down the sidewalk, deep in thought, until he reached a motel. He smirked as he oooked up at it. Perfect.
Grace had already made sure that she had a gun in her holster, and a couple knives inside her jacket. That, with the fact that everyone who knew she existed was far away from her, assured her safety.
Climbing easily up the stairs, Draven walked casually over to the front desk and shoved the clerk aside, looking up who was there. When he found someone, he checked their names. Finally, he came upon one, and let a smirk curl his face.
Grace eventually sighed, picking Mame up in her hand and standing up from the chair, going into the other room to look out the window. The streets were empty and almost seemed gray - perhaps they needed some color. Paintballs, maybe? Lethal ones?
Strolling up the stairs to the selected room, Draven brushed his hair from his face and curled his fingers around the smooth blade of a k ice. He had other weapons, but this was by far his favorite. He knocked on the door and waited, a bored look on his face.
Grace raised an eyebrow at the sound, tensing before looking up. No one was behind her, so she stood, quieting Mame's hiss before slowly walking over to the door, the sound of her boots hitting the linoleum floor rather imposing.
Draven rolled his eyes and waited, leaning against the door. He wasn’t afraid. His hand clutched a syringe, and he fixed his most fearful look on his face.
Grace pulled a gun from her holster, making sure it was well loaded before pressing it to her side again, hand turning the doorknob and pulling it open quickly.
The woman had a gun. Draven has to admit, it was clever. He looked at her with innocent eyes and but his lip. “Excuse me,” he said, his voice trembling. “Can I-can I stay here? There’s someone chasing me, and I need a place to hide.”
Grace raised an eyebrow, tapping the gun against her thigh for a moment before stepping aside. "Other room," She mumbled, Mame snorting disapprovingly.
