forum A World All Our Own (CLOSED// 6/6)

Started November 06, 2018 by Deleted user

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Name: Ravid Aapo
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: Before: Long, wavy, dirt brown hair, brown skin, and leaf green eyes. He is tall and slightly lean from working on a farm. After: He has broad shoulders, and a strong build, with all the same features as before. He wears clothes of earthly tones and gold.
Personality: Very smiley and genuinely happy, but twistedly so. He is a bit of a sadist, taking solace in the ways of nature. ((His favorite song is literally "The Circle of Life.)) He accepts that the Earth has a few dark ways, and he enjoys them
Sacred Animal: The Tengella (don't know what it is?? Look it up? hehehehehehe))
Sacred Color: Gold
Other: None right now

(hey this chat d I e d and I wanted to make sure this rp was still happening bc I am excitement

I'm waiting for two others I believe for temps

Sorry l will get mine up tomorrow when I’m not all sleepy and foggy

Its all good!

Should we start and when they make their forms they just come in?

Oof wait am I Ice or is @Topaz~?

You are, I'm sorry About that. And I believe we can start. I'd like the first posts to be a little window into the life of your character and then they go to sleep. ((I want this to take place in the middle ages-ish time period)) I'll go first as an example

Ravid wiped his brow as the sun set. He carried the past bundle of wheat in from the new harvest. He carried it into the barn and set it down. A long day at work with the seventh time this week. Similar to every other day.

Why couldn't he have servants to do his work? Why couldn't he provide the harvest and have someone else do the cultivating?

He was sure Nature herself had to worry not about such trivial things. She just provided and received blessings. If she didn't provide, she received pennace and sacrifice. Ravid wondered what was like to be worshiped like such. He wondered all evening as he bathed, ate, and retreated for bed.
As he laid in his bed, he wondered how much could change with just a single wish.

Could he be a god, just because he wished?

In his mind he could. He could be a figure of power and glory, commander of the earth. Someone of gentleness and power. It was within his reach. And as his eyes slipped shut, he wished.

Make me a god.

A loud, harsh snapping voice rung over Seu as her mother told her to leave her sight. Seu fled from her mother, biting her tongue to hold back tears. If she cried, even in the security of her room, she’d get smacked.

No respectable girl cries anymore! Grow up!

Grow up. Grow up.

Sure. And she could wish to become a God. But no matter how much she wants to harness control over her own people, she couldn’t.

Gods don’t exist. No matter how much she wants them to.

She slammed into her room and dove into her bed. Her tears soon put her to sleep.

Cas lays on the ground out side of his house, he didn’t want to go back inside, ever.
He sighs, there has to be more than just the life that I’m living now he shakes his head.
Everything felt so pointless, there was no point in living, and none in death. He closed his eyes and let himself start to drift off to sleep, as the cold air nips at his exposed skin.

i don’t mind the minor god part, but could you just give me a kind of god and let me choose the appearance and personality?

Ally lay in her bed, hiding under the covers. Her fathers words constantly on replayin in her head

cant even act normally. A stupid rat appeared in my house

She felt more tears leak out of her eyes and revised her biology homework. ‘Avis is the Latin name for a bird. How lovely would it be to be a bird, free to go where they please’ she thoUght. The gods she prayed to every night never freed her from her life with her father. She looked over at Twyla’s Cage and smiled sadly i am as trapped as ger was her last thought before she drifted off to sleep

yey lemme make the template then

is it okay if they're really shy even tho they're the god of love?

That’ll be cute)

Name: Sebastian
Age: looks around 19-21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pan
God of: Love
Appearance: Bronzed golden curls, sort of sandy, cut shorter on the side and messier on the top, fair skin with a peachy-pink undertone on his cheeks, nose, shoulders, cheekbones, and knuckles, tawny gold eyes, like caramel, that capture the light and reflect it more than most people’s do. Sort of a far-off, dreamy gaze, pronounced cheekbones, light brown-dirty blonde eyebrows, thick lashes, but ones that aren’t particularly dark. Freckles and moles e v e r y w h e r e, subtle in colour but all over his body, can have a blotchy complexion when very emotional. His face will flush or go pink very easily, especially when he’s flustered. Has a lean body, strong but not buff, visible muscles on his arms but still looks very soft. A faint crosshatching of golden hair on his arms, has very light thin facial hair when he grows it out but almost always kept it shaved, soft hands. Now that he's a god, he always has a faint, pearly glow around him, and his hair is slightly lighter.
Personality: A dreamer, soft, thoughtful. Polite and respectful, not afraid to break rules but just doesn’t often see the point. Artistic, soulful, feels deeply, mulls things over in his head a lot, a big thinker. Fairly abstract train of thought, pretty balanced when it comes to organization but he’s more loosely organized than having an ‘a place for everything and everything in its place’ manner, flexible and adaptable. Shy, gets flustered easily, a smol bean.
Sacred Animal: Elephants, particularly babies, cream-coloured horses,
Sacred Color: tawny gold, cream, peachy pink
Other: Loves playing the lyre or any sort of instrument, singing, listening to music, songwriting, writing and reading poetry, listening to different philosophies, the afterglow of the sunrise, sleeping in, the warmth of the sun on his skin, cat-naps, clear skies, daydreaming, the sand and the sea, figs and sweet fruits, making art. Dislikes any sort of violence, the whole idea of slavery, discrimination, fire, storms, choppy waters, dark colours.

Falls in love ridiculously easily.

(ah man, I almost missed it! i'll write my starter right now

Darya looked up at the stars from her little boat, which was rocking slowly with the waves. She'd been fishing all day and didn't have time to make it back home before nightfall. Her hair was matted and her skin felt dry and salty, but it was this kind of night she appreciated the most. She felt, for once, at peace with herself, with only the ocean to keep her company. She slowly drifted off to sleep, glancing at the stars one more time before finally shutting her eyes.
( I hope this is ok!!!!!!!!!!!)