Hey, I'm trying to run this RP scenario with as many of my characters as possible because so far it's been super rad. Here's the scenario:
A prince(ss) has been betrothed to the prince(ss)of the neighboring country and these royal children absolutely despise each other. Unfortunately, their parents need this alliance and they are forced to get married and then honeymoon (are forced to get along together) in a secluded country manor. Things do not go well from there.
You need good grammar and replies with more than 2 sentences. Hopefully, someone's interested.
This sounds cool, can I join?
I’m kinda busy rn so sorry if I’m slow
Here's my character:
Name: Sequoia Khatri
Race: Wiccath (A person who has magic only accessed through rituals/potions. This race is loosely based on the witchcraft in the Wiccan religion and modern witchcraft in general)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pan
Age: 21
Birthday: January 17
Appearance: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/299770918924625058/
Personality: Always running around to find new things (people, hobbies places), picks up a new hobby every week, goes into random depressive slumps, terrified that she's pushing people away for good but can't bring herself to stop, always pulling herself in 10 directions at once, bonds completely with a few people and becomes dependant on them, addictive personality
Likes: Learning new things, cigarettes, meeting new people, seeing things she hasn't before, making close friends proud
Dislikes: Feeling unhinged, not being %100 in control, forgetting things she once found important, being in pain, bitter or acrid smells and tastes
Hobbies: Braiding hair, applying makeup, rock climbing, fashion design, pottery, painting, photography, basket weaving, calligraphy, learning new languages, debate, yoga, jewelry making, learning about mythology, reading
(She's on this site, so here's a slightly better one: Sequoia Khatri)
I'm probably going to take the chance to build up my character's culture and develop that, so it would be really cool if you did the same. (It's fine if you don't wanna, just a suggestion)
Alrighty, is there a specific gender you want me to role play as? I can do both so I don't really mind
Not really, just do whatever you want.
Totally! She looks great!
Thanks! Sorry if I’m slow, notebook is acting up for me rn
Okay, are we going to start soon?
Sure! Let me put up the starter.
Sequoia paced through her rooms in a tizzy of nervous energy. Dresses lay haphazardly on the floor as if flung about by malevolent spirits, when in fact, she had been the one tossing them to the floor. Nothing seemed to look right. She was about to be engaged. Nevermind the fact that she hated Anina with a fiery passion, she still needed to look perfect. Eventually, she settled on a frilly purple dress, tossing it on and hurrying down the hall. She was nearly late.
Anina frowned. The fact that she had to wear a dress wasn’t the worst part of today, it was that fact that she hadn’t the women she was being engaged to. Sequoia was definitely not her type and she didn’t even want to be engaged. She’d rather be alone. He white dress felt too tight and the baby blue sash over the top was just too extra for her, but it was traditional and she had to. So she waited, as patiently as she could for Sequoia.
Sequoia sprinted into the room, pushing down the usual tide on annoyance she got whenever she saw Anina. She smoothed down the layers of her dress, ranked a hand over her hair, and took a deep breath. "Marhab," she greeted, using the formal greeting. It was one of the few shards of the native tongue still used in everyday life. "It is good to see you Anina. How are you today?" She sounded pleasant. Demure.
Anina smirked a little, “If I wasn’t getting engaged to you, Sequoia, I would be feeling something along the lines of happiness. What about yourself?” She crossed her arms over her chest. She wasn’t going to bother playing nice, that was not how she was raised.
Sequoia frowned lightly, plastering back on a painful smile. Of course, Anina wouldn't be polite about this whole mess, the great brute. She couldn't believe she was being offered up to such a pig. "If I weren't being faced with someone who has a loose grasp of proper manners, I would be having a much nicer time," She chirped, tangling her hands together.
She had known she would be married to someone since she was 6. It had been a part of her future for her entire life, something she never gave much thought. She had assumed her partner would recognize the importance of marriage to political alliances and treat her with the proper respect. She had assumed wrong.
“I know how to use proper manners, thank-you. I just don’t want to use them on someone like yourself.” Aniña shrugged, “Politeness isn’t something I’m used to, and when I do I’d rather use them on someone who is worth my time.”
She didn’t care she was being rude, but what she said was true. She didn’t want this marraige, especially to Sequoia and when she found out she nearly killed a man, literally. She hated this and wanted to make it known.
Sequoia pulled in a deep breath, soothing the angry heat rising in her chest. "You obviously don't know how to use manners if you're acting this way towards me. They're not conditional, you know." Sequoia wished the minister would hurry up and get here. She was going to sign a paper and Anina was going to sign the other side and then Sequoia would go back home with Anina like the diplomatic equivalent of a sack of gold. What high romance she had in her life.
Aniña rolled her eyes, “Look, I know you don’t want this and neither do I, I was just making sure you knew how much I hated this marriage. Being stuck with you for the rest of my life is not something I want. So why try to be nice? Manners are useless anyway.”
"Manners get you allies, something I'm sure you have limited experience with, being xoena and all," Sequoia said, abandoning the sweet facade entirely. The slur for barbarians rolled casually off her tongue. It was too bad she hadn't learned anything comparably insulting in Aninas language or she would've used it. "You may as well accept the fact that we're trapped together."
Anina’s lips twitched into something of an evil smirk, “We don’t need allies when people obey to us anyway. This marraige is useless,” She shrugged, “I know we’re trapped together and there’s nothing we can do to stop that. But I’d still rather die then accept you as my… karrag.” She hated the word or beloved in her own language and spat it at Sequioa.
Sequoia huffed out a laugh. "I feel the same, Habib Alby" The words for 'love of my heart' rolled off her tongue carelessly. She didn't hesitate to call Anina names. She was numb to the ideals of love, so pet names meant next to nothing to her. "But here we are. You do realize this isn't a marriage of love, right? You need only accept me as your…partner."
Aniña chocked on a laugh, “Partner? I will never accept that. You mean nothing to me but I will be willing to at least try and make this work.” Her words were strained and it was obvious. As much as Aniña didn’t want this it wouldn’t hurt to at least try to be nice, even if she wasn’t used to it.
Sequoia thought over the double meaning of her words, remembering that in Aniña's culture partner meant spouse. Appropriate, but too connected with love. "I mean partner like… co-worker. I'm marrying you for your military, you're marrying me for my social knowledge. The fact that you have to so obviously force yourself to be nice proves that you need me," She explained, trying to be patient with her soon to be spouse.
