forum Rp, anyone? // CLOSED // oxo

Started April 07, 2020 by @PaperHats business

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Hello :) looking for a long-term, investing rp that won’t die the second I start it. Any ideas for plot are welcome! Just looking for a bud I can start with. :D

Hey! We haven’t done an RP together, I don’t think, but would you be open to doing an OxO?

(I’ve kinda got a couple, lmao- so the first one is essentially just a retelling of Orpheus and Eurydice, and we can kinda work out the time/setting and everything from there. I’m a huge fan of taking myths and retelling them in a bunch of different ways, tbh— but the 2nd one is a little different- in that one, it kinda boils down to a classic supernatural/wannabe gothic, where one of character A’s parent/guardians is killed by vampires/any beast in a strange town full of mysterious occurrences and missing person cases to find the culprit, so they take it upon themself to take revenge (and along the way stumble across character B, cryptid enthusiast and local ghost hunter), hijinks ensue)

(ngl im leaning towards the second one, i feel like it’s got more wiggle room and flavor)

Name:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Age:
Appearance:
Clothing: (to depict class or other)
Personality:
Occupation: (optional)
Other:

How’s that? Feel free to add or take off anything.

Name: Sire McLinnen
Gender: Male (h/h)
Sexuality: Bi
Age: 22
Appearance: Skin paler and sicker than most, yet still holding slight color. Sunken blue eyes that hold knowledge beyond his years. His hair is a straight dark black that often falls in his face, contrasting with his skin. He seems to always look tired, but he still carries himself high and proud like a leader. His build is quite toned, though, but could still be considered lithe. His body is littered with scars that he refuses to tell the stories of, and he keeps them hidden often. Stands at roughly 6’0”.
Clothing: Is mainly seen wearing a long black trench coat with dark trousers beneath. This would normally be accompanied by a dark vest and stark white shirt equipped with a black tie to match his coat.
Personality: Cold, distant, calculating, and stubborn as all hell. Sire believes the needs of the few are more important than the needs of the many. He’s concerned for his own life as well as those close to him, but could care less about the others. He keeps mainly to himself and rarely talk unless forced to by someone else, or he’s overly emotional (mostly angry or sad, or when he’s hit his breaking point).
Occupation: “Bounty hunter” of sorts. Illegally, of course.
Other: He carries two Webley revolvers tucked into holsters on his belt at all times, along with a knife strapped to his right thigh and brass knuckles within his inner coat pocket.

Here we go! Hope he works.

Name: Clifford Fallow
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay, though he keeps it completely under wraps (though the town has their suspicions)
Age: 22
Appearance: His face is fairly sharp, pale, and almost birdlike in its structure, complete with honey-auburn eyes and fair skin. He keeps his nut-brown hair neat and short, taking pride in how well-groomed it is. He’s lean-built, standing at around 5’10”.
Clothing: Clifford’s clothing is fairly average, a little more expensive than the average worker’s, but not incredibly flashy. He sticks to a simple neutral color palette, though he does wear a necklace given to him by his mother tucked beneath his shirt.
Personality: He’s definitely known for being more than a little eccentric. Known for his seeming obsession with all things supernatural and out of the ordinary, Clifford has certainly made quite the name for himself. He’s just shy of introverted, easily flustered, and can be incredibly standoffish at times, but he certainly means well.
Occupation: Clifford works at a successful bookshop with his late father’s friend (who’s well into his 80s), though he lives off of a slowly dwindling inheritance.
Other: In his home, Clifford has a collection of anatomical books that he loves to study, even if he has no interest or intention of practicing medicine himself.

Sire strode through the alley, his sunken eyes fixed on the figure standing to the side. His coat whisked gracefully behind him as he walked, his hand already resting above his revolver.
The darkness of night cloaked him in a veil of shadows as he flew briskly down the cobblestone path, clutched between walls of closed buildings. It was too late for standard activity, but that wasn’t what Sire was looking for.
Before the figure interrupting Sire’s line of sight could take another drag of his cigar, Sire had cornered him against the wall, leaning questionably close with a cold look in his eyes. They lacked the moonlight’s shine, looking more like voids than usual colorful orbs.
“Where’s Lucanis?” he growled, his voice deep and threatening. The man just lowered his cigar, raising an eyebrow.
“Who’s asking?” the man spat.
“The same guy who’s going to be ripping out your tongue and wearing it like a necklace if you don’t answer the question,” Sire muttered, stepping closer.
“Questionable choice of jewelry,” he replied gruffly, adverting his eyes.
Sire didn’t take his gaze from the man as he mumbled, “Go off and tell Lucanis I was looking for him. If, for some ungodly reason, you don’t… then I have a pure silver bullet with your name on it.”
Sire shoved the man aside, continuing his stride down the alley. When he finally broke into the main road, he took a deep breath. He could hear the retreating footsteps of the man and shook his head, beginning to walk again. This time, more slow and calculated.
As he sauntered along the path lit just by the faint light of the city lamps, he noticed a building not to far with its lights still on. One of the very few places that were still open during this time of night.
Sire pushed the door open, met by a bar with a few straggling drunks left in it. By this hour, you were either already drunk or looking to get wasted. Sire was neither, just wanting a place to take a breather.
He sat down at the bar, guns clinking quietly in their holsters.
“Can I get you anything, sir?” a voice asked, drawing his jaded eyes up to a young man.
“Gin,” he replied, monotone.
“Yes, sir.”

_{(I was thinking that Lucanis was a vampire that maybe knows/knew of who killed Sire’s mother? If that works. Also don’t worry about the length of the passage, I just made this one long because it was a starter).}

(Alright, thank you! And that definitely works!- Also, what country is this in? I assumed Britain, though maybe you have a different view)

Clifford sat in his apartment, pouring over an antique book he had found in his late father’s collection. His apartment was small, dimly lit, and full of souvenirs from his and his father’s travels- mainly from Asia, though a few European trinkets lay here and there. A Persian rug, beautiful in its deep jewel tones of red and blue, hung on Clifford’s wall. An Iranian incense burner on the shelf. A Chinese guardian lion carved from jade right next to it. Venetian masks hung over his door, right above the hamsa. Walls plastered in newspaper clippings, ticket stubs, pages torn from books, pressed flowers, anything and everything that he deemed important.

His landlady, Mrs Etta Sapping, was a kind enough old woman. She rented the building out to anyone who could pay the first month’s rent, meaning the apartment building was almost a hotel; people cycling in and out at a moment’s notice. Clifford was one of her only tenants who had been there longer than a year.