forum The Crimson Lord // O/O // Closed

Started June 13, 2020 by @MarDeColores this is not it kids

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You’ve seen him around a lot. Never up close, though. He’s always in the shadows, at the edges of the picture. But there’s something about him… he has a secret, you just know it. And you just might get a chance to find out what it is. Due to a series of extremely lucky coincidences, you end up running from the Queen’s Men (a sort of police force) with him. Maybe you can finally figure out just who he is… and what his connection to the Crimson Lord is.

Hello, and welcome to this story! Here are the rules/clarifying stuff:

• This will be sort of fantasy, maybe a little mystery, set in a world with limited tech. There are basic cars for the rich, mostly. Weapons are mainly blades, though there are some simple guns (also usually for the rich).
• This could be a romance if you want– I don’t care.
• Try to keep the one-liners to a minimum, please!
• Please be as active as you can! If something happens, just let me know.
• Please have good grammar and all that.
• I might ask for a writing sample and I reserve the right to say no.
• If you have questions or ideas to add to the very loose plot, please tell me!

( @PrettyLittlePyro_has_zero_motivation , that's fine! I enjoy rping with you! @amber_is_a_starchild, you're welcome to stalk. If you want, I could make you a separate thread!)

(Sorry for the delay, a separate thread would be awesome if you’re up for it!)

Alright, here's a simple template! If you want to add something (most likely because I forgot), then go ahead!
Name:
Age:
Gender/pronouns:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Personality:
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Other:

And here are the descriptions of my two people!
“Him”: He has light brown skin with warm undertones and wavy dark brown hair. He’s 6’2” and lean. His left eye is covered with a black eyepatch, and his visible eye is a teal color. His features are sharp and he has a slightly upturned nose.
The Crimson Lord: Not a lot of details are known, but he’s known to have dark hair and red eyes. He usually wears a dark red coat and a simple black mask with silver accents. He’s a murderer in most people’s eyes and has killed a lot of people. He has a huge grudge against the Queen’s Men and the gods, though no one knows why. If you’re smart, you’ll stay out of his way.

Name:
Javaid Khrysaor

Age:
21

Gender/pronouns:
Male, he/him

Sexuality:
Bi

Appearance:
Javaid is very handsome, in a sharp way. He has messy brown hair that is cropped to his ears, and a faint stubble on his chin and upper lip. His eyes are a piercing blue-gray, and always seems to be filled with mischief and perpetual amusement. He is pretty tall, about 6'3", and has sun-tanned skin. He is very muscular, and has scars over his body from his trainings. He has a tattoo of an upside down triangle with a line stabbed through the bottom point on his left underarm, beneath his elbow.

Personality:
Javaid is playful and always seems to be amused. He is rarely serious, and has a sharp and prominent sense of humor. He is flirty and warm, and is more like a fire, hot and untouchable, than anything else. He is incredibly loyal, though, and will do anything for the people he loves. He is easy to approach and make friends with, but is in no way gullible or naive. He has an excellent judge of character. He has a short temper, and trigger-happy fists.

Short background:
Something I'd prefer to have come out in the rp, if that's okay :)

Other:
Face claim is Jordan Stenmark

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Name:
Damen Khrysaor

Age:
21

Gender/pronouns:
He/him

Sexuality:
Bi

Appearance:
Damen looks a lot like his twin brother. They have the same height, body build, and hair color, and same eye color, although Damen's are a bit grayer, like a stormy sea. His skin is a bit lighter, too, and his tattoo, while the same as Jav's, is on his right arm, not his left, and his hair is longer, down to his shoulders, and each. He gives off a quiet calm and assurance that his flighty twin lacks.

Personality:
Damen is the water to his brother's fire. Calm, cool, and good under stress, he is a great person to rely on. He is steady and dependable, and very loyal. He doesn't talk much, but his eyes communicate everything he wants to say. He hates being around crowds, and only his brothet can get him to come in to a party. Likewise, Damen is the only person who can get his brother to calm down. He has an enduring temper, and rarely geta angry.

Short background:
You'll… see.

Other:
Face claim is Zac Stenmark

There were three moods someone could acquire when thinking about or seeing the Queen's Men. The first one was casual acceptance: after all, they kept the city safe from all the criminals that lurked at the edges of the law. The second one was fear and/or mild resentment: most of the so-called "criminals" that the Queen's Men arrested were either starving and had no way to get food or money other than by stealing it or weren't particularly fond of the gods. The third one, which was the rarest, was pure and simple hate.

A young man peered into the street from an alley, teal eye darting from person to person. His breaths came in short bursts– it was clear he'd been running for a while. He brushed a few damp locks of dark hair from his eye, adjusting his eyepatch in the same motion. About half an hour earlier, he'd been caught trying to snatch a particularly beautiful, very expensive pocket watch from a famous antique dealer and had to make a run for it. The Queen's Men– curse their souls– were surprisingly fit and had chased him across half the city before he'd managed to lose them. Well, he hoped he had lost them. If he had to do any more running, he didn't know if he could make it. He muttered a soft prayer to no one in particular and kept scanning the street. Just as his heart rate was dropping, and right as he dared to think that he had gotten away, a group of angry, sweating Queen's Men rounded the corner.

"Hey, you two! Come back here!" One of the Queen's Men shouted.

"You idiot," Damen panted, running after his frantic twin brother, who was giggling like a maniac. "You didn't have to get the jewel. I told you that you would only get caught, that it would only bring us trouble, but noooo. You had to try to fucking steal it in the daylight, when there were lots of people, including the Queen's Men, around. So of course we got caught."

"Can you just complain? Because that's all I've been hearing from you for the last ten minutes," Javaid said, voice laughing at his brother. "Relax, we won't get caught. They're just a bunch of sick bastards who sit around all day. We're giving them a good workout. We'll be fine, Dae. Come on, you know that we will be."

The two brothers rounded a corner, and almost ran smack into another guy, who seemed to be running from the Queen's Men, too.

"Sorry," Damen said to the newcomer. Then he glanced around. "Jav, we're surrounded."

"Pff, no we're not," Javaid said confidently, gripping a brick sticking out of the side of a building. "There aren't any guards on the rooftops now, are there? We can go up."

The last thing he'd expected was to have two people, also running from the Queen's Men, to almost run into him.
"Oh!" He gave a small gasp of surprise, then looked around. What one of the newcomers had said was true: there really was no way to get out of there. That was not a good thing, for obvious reasons. If he got arrested, the Queen's Men would probably just kill him in an alley to get him off their hands. When the other newcomer suggested going on the roof, he knew that it was probably the only way to get out of this alive. It was annoying to rely on others to figure out good ideas, but he could worry about that after he had gotten away.
"Would you guys mind me coming along, just for a bit?" He asked, though it was more of a formality. Even if they said no, he was still coming.

"Sure," Jav said.

"No," Damen said at the same time.

"Why not, Dae? It's not like he'll turn us in. Right?" Javaid looked at the newcomer quickly, his eyes narrowed slightly. Then he shrugged. "If he tries, we'll just kill him. Simple as that." He glanced back. "We should hurry. They're almost here." He pulled himself up, and Damen followed.

The two of them scaled the building quickly, clearly showing how much experience they had with things like this.

Adrian raised his eyebrow at the conflicting answers. "If I tried to turn you guys in, I'd also be turning myself in. You'd be crazy if you think I'd ever work with the Queen's Men." The whole speech wasn't really necessary, but he hated the very idea of him every complying with the Queen's Men. And he was still annoyed about them thinking of climbing onto the roofs before him. "Kill me? I'd like to see you try," he scoffed, following the two up the building with ease. Climbing buildings wasn't exactly something new for him. Death threats weren't either, unfortunately.

"You would?" Jav asked mildly, clambering quickly to the top of the building. "Well, maybe once we've escaped, I'll try to kill you so that you can see."

"Jav," Damen said warningly. "Don't."

"Killjoy," his brother grumbled. He looked over the edge and made a face at the men below, before Damen pulled him back, smacking him in the back of the head as he did so.