forum "One does not simply love a death god." "Really? But you make it so easy." (Reboot) (O/O) (MATURE)

Started October 28, 2020 by @Vuclan-is-tired

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This is my excuse to use my Death God that I love to well… death lol.

• I want this to be a cute, fluffy rp. Probably will have angst because I am a WHORE for angst.
• Probably mature.
• Please, I want some good, long answers. I understand that sometimes it's hard, but like… 4+ sentences please?
• I have every right to say no. It's not really first come, first serve. If I'm not familiar with your roleplaying style, or it's been a while I might ask for an example of your regular rp style.
• I prefer third person. I hate ** <– those things.
• I'd prefer if this was lgbt since I'm better at writing those rather than straight relationships? Idk.
  That's about it.
• So… the person I was RP with deleted their account, and I really love Kuro… So go for it.
  Here's my death god:

"My favorite sweets are raspberry amphetamines."
Name: Kuro Velius Moreno
Nicknames: God of Death, Reaper of Souls, Soul Eater, Rayven, Death Bringer
Biological Sex: Male
Preferred pronouns: He/him/his
Age: Appears about mid 20's. Been around for centuries
Date of Birth: October 19th
Spirit Animal: Cat or Snake (These are his sacred animals)
Languages: Can speak many languages, even dead ones
Species: Death God
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Blood Type: AB
"The amount stupidity flowing through you worries me."
Appearance: Long flowing black hair that reaches to his mid thighs, usually in a neat braid or ponytail over his shoulder. Often wears a long white trench coat with a black turtleneck underneath, black slacks and ankle high boots. His nails are painted black and he has these earrings as well as rings and a tongue piercing. He's about 6'4 in his human form, reaching about 7'10 in his reaper form. He has broad shoulders, but a slimmer figure. His eyes are a deep onyx color with flicks of red. He has deathly pale skin since he lives underground. He has scars all over his back and a few along his chest and one across his nose. He has fangs that reach about 19mm, but they can grow larger or smaller depending on what he needs. He has a birthmark on his calf shaped like a crown. It's rare to see him without a coffee cup in his hands.
"I hate it when people say 'Death is an old friend of mine.' I don't even know you… Leave."
Personality: Kuro has elegance to him, he holds himself high with expectations. He's often gentle despite what people think. Yes, he can be cruel and merciless, but most of the time he's quiet and reserved. He's not much of a social person and would rather keep to himself. He never chose to be the death god, and despite that he gets a bad rep. He has some very intense anxiety when it comes to large crowds. He can become defensive, quick to act, and is very protective of those close to him. Never make him angry. Ever. He's an ambivert, leaning more towards introvert.

(I'll definitely add more later, but this is kind of just the basics.)

Sure! Could you give me an example of your rp style?

Graham chuckled a little bit, "I can certainly understand that. But I wouldn't take it from you, after all, wouldn't that be rude? I have more than enough for myself, so why horde? Especially if you enjoy it this much, or anywhere near as much as I do, which I must admit is quite a lot." He said with a smile, acting a lot less like his normal, sort of snobby self. "But about the boys, I do agree that perhaps it isn't the best idea to have them caught, at least with my hand in it. I can see how that would be traumatizing, and earn me another enemy. Which at the moment, is the last thing I need. Because currently, I have you, Storm, and practically every civilian and hero in the city." His smile turned into a frown as he thought about what he had said, "Oh wow, I didn't realize how many people in this city actually hated me. . . Oh well, I hate most of them back, so I guess the feeling is mutual." He took another sip of his apple juice, a smile on his face once again, "I'm glad you enjoy it, I had been workshopping it for a while, kind of just using it as a hobby, but when I destroyed your bike I decided that it was time to that bike to good use. Have you figured out all the features yet? I added some with your specific powers in mind, but I'm going to tell you how to find them, that's for you to do yourself." He smiled with satisfaction of his hard work and started to think about something else he could possibly invent. Maybe a bike similar to the one he made for Asher?

Then he heard Asher's voice bring him back to reality. He looked over at the other boy and sensed that perhaps he was feeling guilty or something of that nature. "You don't need to feel guilty for what you've done to me. It isn't your fault that I decided to use my powers for evil. Well, I'm not using them for evil, I'm using them for I think is right, if that makes sense. I'm having my own sort of fun and playing jokes or whatever against the people who control this city. I'm doing my own thing, and so are you. You shouldn't feel guilty for doing what you believe is right, as you can see the other hero's don't. They think that we're the bad guys, that we're scum, and if in their eyes that's true, then in their world and in their conscience it's true." He stopped and took another sip of his juice, "Does that make sense? If you're doing what you believe is right, then you're not doing the wrong thing. At least, in your mindset, you aren't doing anything. So, if you truly believe that I am a villain, then you shouldn't feel bad for beating me up or whatever." He said with a sigh, "Although I will probably sound like a masochist or whatever, I don't exactly mind the beatings or whatever, I've sort of gotten used to the pain and the threats. I don't know how many times you've threatened to either drown me or freeze me, and of course, there are the other heroes who have actually attempted it, so I think you're fine." Then, when he fell silent, he realized how weird that must of sound, "Wait, no no, I mean, well, in my opinion, you're not as bad as the other heroes here, so if anything you can stay the others can leave." Then, he sort of got an idea, "If it makes it any easier, perhaps I could possibly try being not as bad of a bad guy? I mean, although my body is somewhat used to the beatings, I can't go on like this forever." His eyes lit up as the idea he had been trying to grasp at finally formed in his mind, "What if we tried to take down Storm together! After I heal up of course."

His usual smirk of self-satisfaction reappeared on his face as he waited for Asher's response, Maybe I just solved this problem, actually no I solved two, and if this works three, and if all of this comes together possibly four, and you know what? What if I solved all of the problems in the world? What if I just solved world hunger!?!!? He shook his head a little bit, thinking about the last one, No, that might be pushing it a little bit, but if it works, who knows! Then he looked down at the plate of food, realizing that he hadn't eaten too much of it, "Oh, uhm, you don't need to worry about that, when I finish, I'll clean up after myself, or at least I'll try too. I don't really eat too much, to begin with, so I don't want you to have to wait for me once everything is done. That wouldn't be fair to you, to have to wait on me hand and foot, especially since I'm not in the hospital, and you're not being paid for any of this." As he studied the boy's body language and words, he got the feeling that he wasn't alright, and was still thinking of himself in the wrong. So with all the strength he had, he pushed himself off the bed and walked over to him. Wincing in pain, and biting his lip to keep the grunts of pain to himself, "Asher, please don't feel bad about what has happened, or what you did. You were trying to protect yourself, and your identity and that's alright. I scared you, and I really should have left you alone. Please don't think that you aren't the hero, to most of the people in this city, you are on of the top tier heroes, and you should continue to think of yourself in that way, at least in my opinion, you should."

((Okay, I hope that this is okay, it is sort of weird of context, ngl))

I love it!

Feel free to post your character!

Name: Cayenne "Cai" {pronounced as Kai} Forrest
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance:(I can't right now, so I'm kinda just going to post a link)

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His skin turns a pale green whenever he is using even the littlest of his powers.

Personality: Cayenne, in contrary to his name, is sweet and kind, and usually goes out of his way to help others. He is pretty shy, and doesn't really like to open up unless someone probes him to do so. He is not very vocal with strangers, but with people that he knows, Cayenne will be more comfortable and a lot more outspoken aroun d them. Cayenne only gets angry when he sees injustice, but even then he won't confront anyone directly and will try his best to help sort the problems out in a relatively passive manner. Although he does have his moments when he explodes out of anger and annoyance at another, but he tries to keep those times rare and few.

History: Born on a full moon with his twin sister, his parents discovered that they were fraternal twins by looks, and by powers - as they radiated different forms of energy from the time they were born. As a Earth male-nymph, Cayenne was always someone whom the family looked upon for their future. They had hoped that he would join the Dryad battalion one day, and while he did enlist eventually, the boy absolutely hated it. He hated the stringent rules, the ferocity of the older Dryads and how they treated him and other young nymphs like they were leeches and worthless. His introverted personality forced him to quit the battalion, and he returned home dejected. Inspired by his sister's ridiculous and seemingly endless positive vibes, he decided to start a small centre for younger nymphs, male and female alike, to guide them with their powers with the Earth. He wasn't the most powerful, but he had the kindest heart and most patient soul to teach them.

Species: Dryad

Powers: Cayenne has the power to control and manipulate plants and vegetation, and is extremely sensitive and knowledgeable as to what plants are useful for any purpose, most frequently, healing or cooking using spices.

Weaknesses: He can operate most of his powers during daytime, but when evening hits and the sun goes down, he starts feeling more drained; just like plants that rely on photosynthesis to rejuvenate. He is the weakest at night, when the sun cannot be seen, which justifies his natural aversion towards the dark.

Likes: Cayenne likes basking in, and just generally the sun, being surrounded by the scent of trees and nature, music, the color teal, drinking hot tea; and many more

Dislikes: He dislikes certain personalities that are arrogant, entitled, clingy, and for more tangible things - coriander, environmental pollution, the darkness

Trivia (pets, sexuality, twins, etc.):

• He has a twin sister, Chryseis Forrest; a Naiad
• Cayenne is also a closeted bisexual

(I'm sorry, he's sort of from another rp, but I was hoping that he might work)

I love him!!

Okay, thank you

Absolutely wonderful. Hmm. Now. For how they should meet.

Perhaps Cayenne is a servant to Kuro? I don't know…

Hmm. Maybe! That could work! However Kuro lives in the underworld. That would be tough on Cayenne. But maybe their family owes Kuro a debt, or Cayenne sold his soul to Kuro to save one of his family members?

OOh, I like the first idea, that sounds kind of interesting.

Alright!

Okay, then, are we ready to start?