Name: Callie James
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi, questioning gay
Appearance: Callie is pretty tan, with auburn freckles around his face and chest. His hair is also auburn, and is short with a little fringe that can be easily pushed up. His eyes are a dark brown, but not so dark they appear black. Oh, and he has mechanical arms. Also deaf. :)
Outfit: Jeans, converse, a t-shirt, and a light brown leather aviator's jacket.
Blood Color: Black
Nice! When they bump into each other, Lucas will just be wearing a nice jacket and jeans with tennis shoes
Alrighty cool :) I have trouble writing characters who are not GoodAndPureTM
Oooo practicing, are we? ooooooooooo~
Lol. Do you want to start or would you like me to?
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Idk really where to start…? Do you have any ideas
Maybe Lucas feels like going out to town and runs into you
Also, Lucas is very big sad, but his blood is still white since he hasn't committed any crimes or anything. And maybe there's a ball later on where his parents try to betroth him to a woman despite gay?
ooooHHHHHHh drama
yes I shall begin
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Callie walked through the darkened streets of the city, his arms covered by his jacket sleeves and his metal hands shoved into his pockets. It was just dawn, but he had somewhere to go. For a friend. Who now lives in Mexico.
Lucas walked through the street with his hood up, looking around constantly to make sure he wasn't being followed by guards. He knew he'd likely be recognized by everyone if he let his hood down, so he stayed hidden. He heard horses approaching in the distance and broke into a run, panting.
Callie heard horses and looked to the side of the road, sticking close to the walls. No one wanted to be caught by the royal guards, but especially not him. He hadn't done anything intentionally, of course, but things happen in different countries sometimes, and they're not all good.
(But isn't he deaf lol)
Lucas ducked into an alley and waited for the horses to pass. Once he'd decided they were far enough away, he turned the corner and immediately slammed into someone, falling back onto the ground. "Ah…" He groaned, holding his head. He'd torn the elbow of his jacket and gashed his elbow, his pure white blood spilling onto the pavement.
((Oh oopsies I'm dumb))
Callie stumbled back, looking in surprise down at the person who'd just knocked into him. His hand was already halfway out of his pocket to help him up before he paused, considering. His arms and hands were not always…accepted, but hell, he'd already seen them. So Callie held out his mechanical arm all the way.
"S-Sorry… I… I should've been watching where I was going…" Lucas stammered, letting the stranger help him up and sincerely hoping he wouldn't be recognized, though he figured he would. He was too disoriented to pay too much mind to Callie's mechanical arm. "Thanks…"
Callie shook his head quickly and pointed to his ear, indicating he was deaf while quickly looking the boy over. He looked vaguely familiar, although he couldn't quite place where from.
"Oh! Um…" Lucas thought for a moment before clumsily signing the same thing he'd previously said. He dusted off his jacket, seeming nervous.
Callie's eyes widened in surprise. He could sign. That was a little abnormal for around here, but he would go with it. It's okay, He signed back quickly. And then, You look familiar. My name's Callie. Do I know you?
Lucas took a moment to decipher what Callie had said. My name is Lucas. You probably know me. Please do not turn me in. He glanced down at his white blood staining the ground.
Callie paused for a moment, recognization hitting him. Of course. It was the prince. It was the…oh my god, it was the prince. Anxiety started slowly racking his body, but he didn't let it show.
I won't. What are you doing? Callie signed back cautiously.
I never get to do anything. He paused, looking away with a light flush on his pale cheeks. I ran away. I will go back, but I want to see the city.
But he was a cute prince. And the anxiety was building at this. Callie blushed a little bit, but his tan skin hid it a little. Do you know where you're going?
Lucas shook his head. I rarely get to leave the castle. My parents are very strict. His hood had fallen down by now, revealing his fluffy, though neat, blonde hair.
Callie nodded to show he understood. Before he moved here, his parents were always a little too loving. Also, Lucas' hair was incredibly fluffy-looking hair, and he blushed a little at the thought. Is there anything you want to see?
Anything, really. I have never been this far into what is supposed to be my city. He sighed softly, looking around. His eyes were a clear baby blue, and he had light freckles spattered across his pale cheeks.
Callie had never even come this close to a prince before, and he was internally panicking both at the fact that this was, indeed, the prince, and secondly, that said prince was very cute.
I could show you some of the bigger stuff if you want, Callie offered, glad for once that he couldn't speak well. If he did, he would probably flub the words. You'd have less a chance of getting caught.
Lucas grinned, dimples visible as he did so. "Really? Y-You'd do that?" He asked quietly, forgetting to sign for a moment. Once he realized, he blushed in embarrassment and repeated himself in sign language, albeit without the stutter.
Callie tried very hard to ignore how incredibly adorable Lucas' grin was, reminding himself that Lucas was a prince and Callie was an immigrant, and he was simply doing his ruler a favor. A very big one, but still. He nodded. Of course. Your highness.
Lucas blushed more, looking away. You don't have to call me that. Just Lucas is fine. He glanced over at the street, pulling his hood up so no one else would recognize him.
Callie nodded again, a small smile crossing his lips. Just Lucas.
He raised his mechanical arm and pointed farther down the street at a four-way-stop. He then gestured for Lucas to follow him, starting to walk.
Lucas trotted after him, holding the sides of his thin hood in to keep it up. He still seemed a bit nervous about being caught, of course, and all his parents' reasons he wasn't allowed to leave. There were assassins in the kingdom, they said, just waiting for a moment like this to hurt Lucas while he was undefended.
Callie turned back to Lucas to make sure he was following, smiling in reassurance. It's okay. Turn here. Callie turned around the corner to reveal a massive, gothic stone cathedral. People were starting to trickle inside in the early morning, but other than that it was empty as the sun shone against it.