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Started November 28, 2022 by @bonpyre ac_unit

tune

rules:
swearing is alr, explicit or detailed sex isn't. mentions of or implied sex is fine.
excessive violence is allowed
mention of drug use and or abuse is also allowed
no racism or homophobia, you know better.
please try to avoid one-liners!
try to respond in 1 - 3 days. I get busy, so no rush.

premise:
A had never been a good person. Son of President Caym, a political snake with a frayed sense of morals, could do that to you. The obscene money and power wasn't helpful, and neither was his fathers almost consistent absence. It nevered bothered him though. Hard to miss the dickhead who sent your mom the a state penitentiary because she stopped him from hitting you. Between the drugs and the money, A knew that one day he'd realize that he was truly screwed, but he'd always thought that it would be when he inherited his dad's position, not for some petty crime. A few stolen firecracker and a "borrowed" car. It wasn't the first time A had been in the slammer, and he knew it wouldn't be the last, but he had a dark feeling something else was going on. Right he was. His dad bailed him out, lecturing him about the blows to his reputation on their way back to the limo. A's eyes widened. There was B in all their glory, his brand new bodyguard.

A already hated them.

[enemies to lovers/friends]

character sheet
name:
age:
appearance:
personality:
other:

I'm fine with being A or B!

name: Damian Caym
age: 19
appearance: Damian stands at roughly 6'1, and is often caught in luxury streetwear or buisness casual attire. https://pin.it/72I1n6z
personality: Damian is brash, loud, and rude. Living like he has for so long, you can't afford to be soft. He tucks away his harsher mannerisms in the public eye, having been pressured to be more and more perfect every year since his mom was shipped off. He's distrusting and a compulsive liar, and a bit of a kleptomaniac, but once you earn (and fight) your way into your inner circle, he'll do anything to make sure you're safe. He's a bit like a rottweiler in that respect, I suppose.

other:

• His father is a ram hybrid (horns + eyes), but Damian claims he took after his human mother. In reality, Damian had started to develop horns in high school, but sawed them off because all he saw in the mirror was his father. He covers the nubs with his hair.
• Has a side job as a model for Teen Vogue.
• Quite good at cooking since his father often leaves him home alone.

(Sorry for taking a long time to reply, I'm going to be pretty busy for the rest of this week and most of next week, but here's my character:

Name: Nikolas (Nik) Wolfe

Age: 21

Appearance: He has short wavy, dark brown hair that has a streak of white in it and intensely bright storm grey eyes. Nik stands at 5'11, and has a bronze skin tone and a muscular frame. He normally wears business casual attire, but he also likes wearing comfortable hoodies whenever he's not working.

Personality: Nik is very outgoing, charismatic, and friendly, although if he dislikes someone then he becomes passive-aggressive and sarcastic. He's observant of his surroundings/the people around him, and he takes his job seriously. Around people he's truly comfortable around, he's relaxed and an overall great person to hang with. He doesn't get upset easily, but when he does then he's quiet about it, as in he isolates himself and doesn't talk for long periods of time. He's loyal to his friends and family, and gets incredibly overprotective if they get hurt or are put in a potentially dangerous situation.

Other: Has a twin sister, Victoria Wolfe, who's in college and works part-time at a library; their biological parents gave them up for adoption when they were barely a week old, but they were immediately adopted by an amazing, loving human couple who cared for both Tori and Nik and supported Nik when he came out to them. Nik and Tori aren't sure if they're biologically human or not, but both have a streak of pure white hair on their head that they've had since birth. Nik loves ice-cold drinks, and he'll have one even if the weather outside is below freezing. He likes helping and protecting people, despite always thinking that he'll screw up and that everything he does isn't good enough. He has a variety of different interests and hobbies, although he hates cooking/baking (the last time he tried he almost burned down his parents kitchen). Nik holds himself to high standards, and if he makes even the slightest mistake he'll remember it and hate himself for it for many years. He also has insomnia, and he spends a lot of nights overthinking, but his pet miniature dragon, Aristotle, keeps him company when he's feeling stressed and lonely.

If you want me to add and/or change something then let me know!)

The heat was unbearable. Damian was sweating, even within his linen button-up and black jeans. Even Officer Colton was feeling it, sweat dripping from his brow as he downed the fourth glass of water this hour. Officer Colton had long since unlocked his cuffs, placing them back on his belt before taking a long drag out of a cigarette, stamping out the butt on his ashtray. The foul-smelling smoke stung his throat like a cold glass of whiskey, but Damian had long since gotten over his disgust. Living with it was a way of life, something he couldn't change. But just because he didn't show it, didn't mean he didn't think they were deplorable. 'Why not change to something more eco-friendly, like Raven Flower? Cherry Gold? Hell, even weed?'

"Hey, kid, you listening or what? I'm talking here." Officer Colton's heavy Boston accent tumbled thickly over his words.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it, Colts. I'm lucky you're the one who was on patrol and all that jazz. I should stop stealing before something seriously wrong happens. Could you skip the bullshit and just tell me when my dad is showing up? I'm getting bored and it's hot as balls out here." Damian drawled. He was dying to get back inside his house, or at least the limo.

Colton all but growled, eye twitching in annoyance. "Ay dios mio…Listen kid, your pops' real close. You won't be waiting to long. I know you aren't going to listen to me when I tell you stay away from this kind of life, but at least try to lay low a while, alright?"

Damian picked at his nails. "I'm not stupid, Colts. I know what to do. Can I have my phone back, too? I'm gonna wait outside for my dad."

Officer Colton rose a brow. "When its, your words not mine, hot as balls outside?"

"Change of heart."

Colton held eye contact for a minute, before sighing and sliding the phone over. "Don't get too cocky, kid. You never know when your world will turn upside down."

Damian rolled his eyes just as the intercom flickered on. "Mr. President is here to pickup his son Damian? Damian Caym?"

"That's my cue, Officer. See you later!"

"I'd really rather not."

Damian strolled easily out of the office, making his way to the waiting room. As soon as his dad's grating voice sounded, he popped in his earbuds and just walked out of the police station. His father was yelling at him now, face probably as red as a tomato. That's okay. Damian turned up his music, rap thumping in his ears.

Damian looked up from his phone, expecting the weary face of his driver, but there was someone new standing there. He pulled out his headphones, scowling. Who the hell was this guy?

President Caym smirked at his son's expression. "If you had fucking listened to me, Damian, you wouldn't be having this problem. This is your new bodyguard, Nikolas Wolfe."