forum i'm out of clever titles, who wants modern action/romance? (closed, o/o)

Started March 14, 2021 by Deleted user

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because i'd like to have more than one functioning rp B)

confession time, i never do romance rps because a. most of my characters are in established relationships and b. i Do Not Know How To Write Them but yknow what?? the comfort zone was meant to be broken, i'm gonna try something new

some rules to get squared away:

• nothing nsfw/explicit please!
• gore/violence is fine
• i'm more comfortable writing queer romance bc ya write what ya know, so i would prefer that, but i can do mxf if it comes down to it
• you can expect responses from me anywhere from the same day you post to three days later (am a student, slightly busy life lol); feel free to respond whenever it's convenient, i'm never gonna rush you

so! i was thinking something along the lines of a slow burn/enemies to lovers kind of trope? i'm down with brainstorming some ideas and can also fish up some prompts if need be, though i'd enjoy a modern/modern fantasy setting with a bit of action in it, maybe some angst bc that's always fun

(!!!! looks good, welcome to the party :D)

(did you have anything in mind, or didja want to brainstorm first?)

(oh sweet, yeah we can do the college one! i haven't tried a mystery prompt before so this'll be interesting B))

(do you have an existing character you wanna use? were you looking for a mxm, fxf, nbxnb, or any combo of those?)

(mmk!! i'll make a character for this too lol. here's a template then!)

Name:
Nicknames (if any):
Age:
Gender:
Race/Species:
Orientation:
Personality:
Appearance:
Magic/Abilities (if any):
Background (optional):
Misc. info:

(i was originally gonna post this with my character finished but i underestimate how long making a character from scratch actually takes so im just gonna post the blank temp so i dont hold you up and just post my character when he's done lol)

Name: Juno Silver
Nicknames (if any): Junebug but it's illegal to call him that
Age: 19 (almost 20)(so close)(probably lies about his age frequently)
Gender: Male (transmasc)
Race/Species: Human, witch
Orientation: Ambiguously queer
Personality: Perpetually annoyed and sarcastic. Dark academic. Snappish. He's grown out of his "well, actually" phase and now gets attention by being overly reckless around his friends. Couldn't give less of a fuck about his personal wellbeing.
Appearance: Dark, curly hair, dark eyes with long eyelashes and extreme eye bags, a soft face. Freckly. 3 moles all in a line along the side of his neck, he thinks they're cool. 5'10" and slim because let's be honest, our boy does not exercise. Probably wearing a turtleneck or a button-up with a vest. Glasses, obviously. His aunt offered to take him to just get his eyes fixed but he likes glasses. Looks like he walked straight out of an english boarding school, wishes he'd gone to an english boarding school.
Magic/Abilities (if any): Mainly small magic. Can create balls of light, flip pages without touching them, heat up his tea, make his clothes pick themselves up, etc.
Background (optional): grew up with an abusive father, was removed from his father's care at age 7 and moved in with his aunts (technically great-aunts). They were sweet and loving witches and he had a lovely time running around their big old house and selling pies with them at the farmer's market. Raised very gender neutral by the lovely aunts so transitioning was a breeze.
Misc. info: Has a cat, really hates The Secret History, favorite color is green, got top surgery last year and occasionally puts a hand on his chest as if checking to make sure it's flat
(Let me know if I should change anything!)

(oooo that's a super neat character, looks good to me!)

Name: Lan'thet Hvit
Nicknames: Lancer; it's easier to pronounce for most people so he most often goes by it
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race/Species: Human/Arachne hybrid
Orientation: Biromantic Asexual
Personality: Hardworking, cautious, absentminded, asocial, irritable, aloof. He does his own thing and leaves others alone, but at the same time expects to be left alone as well and isn't very good with social situations. A bit of a workaholic and as a result is often tired and snappy when he doesn't meant to be. Struggles with high-functioning depression coupled with perfectionism that leaves him chronically lethargic but too afraid of failure to let himself rest. He could use some friends and a glass of water.
Appearance: 5'11", four arms, white skin. Four eyes with black sclera and soft red irises. Curly light gray hair with white frosted tips, two dark bluish-gray horns tipped red protruding from his upper forehead. Two sets of particularly sharp teeth; his first pair is a set of canines while his second pair serves the same vemon-injecting function of spider fangs. Pointed ears, pierced at the lobe. Wears whatever is comfortable, can be most often seen in baggy shirts and skinny jeans with sneakers to match, but can sometimes sport traditional Arachne attire in an attempt to connect with that side of him.
Magic/Abilities (if any): Capable of weaving silk and can climb walls with ease. Has nightvision and is incredibly sensitive to touch. No magic, but he isn't sure if it's because he just hasn't learned any or if it's because he isn't attuned to it.
Background (optional): He isn't sure who his parents are; he grew up in and out of the foster care system. As a result, he doesn't have much of a sense of familial relationships – or any relationship, for that matter, given that he was grouped with the "weird kids" and mostly avoided by the other children. He was never properly nurtured and had to find a way to fend for himself when he turned 18 with no parental guidance. He's incredibly independent and self-sufficient now, but he has no idea who he is or what he really wants to do with his life.
Misc. Info: Due to his intense sensitivity to being touched, he avoids as much physical contact as possible to prevent sensory overload. But, truth be told, he is a bit touch starved.

(how should we start this off, and how do they uncover the professor's secret?)

"…and the High Elves of the East, especially, weren't quite fond of the tariffs, given that precious metals were used in many of their spiritual rites…."

Lancer yawned, stretching his many limbs out for a brief moment before returning to the professor's lecture, scribbling down in his notes something about Elves and global economics; he'd go back and rewatch that part of the lecture later. His attention had been drifting much today, so he'd figured he'd just record the session on his phone and go back over it when he'd had enough coffee to give him moderate cognitive function.

That wasn't to say he was disinterested in the lecture, however. Dr. Belmont was one of those professors who was passionate about what they were teaching — which was, in his case, World History. The past forty-seven minutes had been dedicated to a spirited detailing of the events leading up to the first True War, with colorful gestures and an emotive tone of voice to match the love he had for the world and its past. He was a teacher well loved by most in the school and got along well with many of his students, Lancer being one of them, which is why the arachnoid paid no mind when the professor quickly adjusted a book that had begun to tilt forward on his bookshelf, attributing the brief look of worry to not wanting his collection to topple.

"… and with the Elves weakened economically, the Orcs of Naa'ro-tathus landed the first strike on the western front of Auvinlin, right in the city of Nance. You'll want to pay attention to the General that orchestrated the attack, Agrob Shen-Tul. She was one of the brightest strategic minds of the Old Age, and her hatred of the High Elves would drive her to—"

The sound of the schedule bell rang across the halls and through the classroom, cutting Dr. Belmont's lecture short. He rolled his eyes at the bell, but smiled. He'd gotten lost in his lecture once again.

"Alright, that's enough for today," he conceded. "Remember your quiz tomorrow on the politics of Auvinlin! And, oh, one more thing–! If you haven't taken last Friday's test, you can meet me today during office hours to make it up. The printer is working again, and I was able to finally get those test copies."

Lancer sighed to himself as he packed up his materials. He hadn't attended his classes on Friday just because he hadn't had the energy to pull himself out of bed, let alone get out of his dorm, and he decided maybe his professors would understand the need for a mental health day.

He'd completely forgotten Fridays were test days.

Slinging his backpack over his shoulder, he stood and pushed his chair in, taking a deep breath. He'd come back after hitting his dorm and putting his stuff away.

As he passed by the professor's desk, the two exchanged a wave and a smile before Lancer left the classroom, cautiously glancing around him to stay aware of his surroundings lest he bump into something, or someone.

Juno had been spaced out for the last several days. He'd been clumsy, unable to focus, and generally not himself. Which was unfortunate, as it had been putting him behind in his classes. Just last week, he'd failed a test in world history because he hadn't been paying attention well enough to remember anything.

The professor was talking about elves now, and Juno had to force himself to make notes of what the man was saying. Truly, this was an interesting class. Juno adored history. If only he had the energy to care about it.

He'd had to beg the professor (through a series of very polite emails) to allow him to retake the test. It helped that his record was spotless. Juno was fantastic at school, and kept a good reputation amongst his professors. He was always willing to put in extra work to retain good marks, and teachers liked that kind of attitude.

Dr. Belmont was finishing up class now. Juno had been lost in thought for the whole thing. Belmont mentioned taking the test, and something about a printer, and then everyone was packing up their things so Juno followed suit.

As he headed out of the doors, he collided with someone, nearly toppling over. He swore quietly as he regained his balance. This was happening more frequently these days. "Hey, watch where you're going, will you?" He snapped, though he himself had been staring at the floor.

Despite Lancer's vigilant observation of his surroundings, his nerves had begun to get the best of him, and the one direction he neglected for but a brief moment would be where he was suddenly lurched forward. All four arms instantly spread out to grip the nearby wall in a desperate effort to keep standing. Wide-eyed and his chest lightly heaving, he locked eyes with the fellow that had bumped into him.

A human. Dark hair curled around a freckled face that scowled at him, clearly irritated by the brief inconvenience. The fellow spat a retort, and Lancer, quite frankly, wasn't in the best mood himself to put up with it.

"You'd think those glasses of yours would've helped you see better," he sneered, regaining his balance and curling his lips in annoyance. "Maybe get that prescription of yours checked, hm?"

Juno blinked and rolled his eyes. Of course. That spider kid. His timing, as usual, was The Worst.

"Yeah well, you'd think having four eyes might help with situational awareness," Juno countered, subconsciously adjusting his glasses. "Fuck off, I don't have the energy for this."

Lancer grit his teeth, hands balling into fists to restrain his anger. An argument was really the last thing he wanted to engage in today.

"I've got more eyes than you do braincells," he muttered, pushing his way past the human and heading towards the staircase that lead to the dorms. He didn't have the will to resist another retort, but he had enough sense to try and distance himself before things got any more heated.

Stupid kid. Stupid people. Everyone was stupid.

He unclenched his fists, pinching the bridge of his nose and taking a moment to correct his thoughts.

No they weren't, he was just tired. And he had a headache coming on.

Juno snorted as the guy walked away. "Fair enough, I guess," he muttered to himself. His brain cells did seem to be rapidly perishing.

He found a vending machine and bought one of those awful energy drinks that probably disintegrated one's internal organs or gave you heart disease. It definitely looked like poison, but maybe caffeine would help him fucking wake up.

It did not. Juno held out hope, trying to convince himself that he was feeling very alert and focused, but when he went to the library to try and study, he was asleep within minutes.

(Wanna timeskip to office hours?)

(sure!)

Lancer made his way down the stairs, a chewed-up no. 2 pencil being exchanged between three of his four hands while the fourth kept a hold on the railing. Tests made him nervous. He knew the material; he'd always get his homework done on time and even if he wasn't fully focused in class some days, he always referenced what recordings he had to get caught up. His note taking abilities would make a professor wonder if they should replace the course textbook with Lancer's notes.

But tests? Always a hit or miss. Either he passed with flying colors, or he failed so miserably he wondered if he should even go to class the next day. The unpredictability of them left his stomach churning every time testing day came around.

Maybe that was why he hadn't felt like getting up last Friday.

He cast a wary glance on each side of the hallway before making his way to Dr. Belmont's classroom, peering through the window. Nobody there. Odd, but maybe the professor was just somewhere the window didn't have a view of…?

He turned the doorknob, but found, surprisingly, that it was locked. Lancer pulled out his phone to check the time, just in case he had missed office hours, but… no. It was 4:43 pm, there was still roughly an hour and a half left, and Dr. Belmont had made it clear that he was going to be available during that time.

So why, then, couldn't he get into the classroom?