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ALL CHARACTERS ARE AND ARE REQUIRED TO BE +18. PLOT BELOW SERVES ONLY AS INTAKE AND INSPIRATION.
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A saying goes that no one can pick their family. To each has their own merits and downfalls. One people go through with them or without. However for this tale, fate would have for certain two to become one. An orphan perhaps that lost their family to illness, war, monster , escaped from their family or was thrown aside unwanted by them. Forced to wander like a stray dog the cold nights, filthy, unwelcomed nearly anywhere, stealing to survive and without any purpose. Just an extra mouth to feed as many would consider.
On the other, a witch, vampiress, nun, elf , demoness, angel, goddess- perhaps even a monster or creature of night despised by many who are/were once feared and known throughout the lands, or merely lives secluded in far place away happens to stumble across the poor vagrant. The sight of them taking a piety and melancholy in their dead , secluded and cold heart. In the moment taking them as their own, where their home would become their, and the creature that took them their new family.
Years pass, and like many young birds that grow up they eventually leave their nest. Making their future in the world. Be it all for good or bad reasons...However what would happen if the two would meet again? The child who was once lost and close to death and their adoptive mother who took them in and raised them.
Hello strangers fortunate fellows! I thank you for reading this far. As you have come to know this thread is intended in seeking a certain roleplay about an reunion between the two certain individuals in rather half baked plot. A parental guardian and the once child who was taken in and cared for by them. How would their reunion happen and what would happen? Would the character remember their mother? What sort of individual they be when the reunion would happen? A hero? Perhaps some tyrant or mage? A Royal? A knight? Where would their paths cross again? Perhaps the child even that grew up is not mere human too.
A bit about me...
- I live in the GMT+2 Time Zone.
- I love dark romance, fantasy settings mixed either with medieval/victorian or modern periods, slow burns , character obsession and possessiveness, Stockholm syndrome + Lima syndrome, as well as more immoral characters.
- I have 5 years of experience, consistently write between 300-1000 words depending on the plot, and I usually reply daily.
- No real life face claims! I know booo but I just find it uncomfortable to do.
- Third person only for the main story! I am willing to work with many different preferences and lengths.
- I am looking for long-term plots that keep us interested. If week goes by between posts, that is fine! Having something that we are both excited to create and write about. Of course, life happens, and if someone has to end the RP or take a pause upon it, no big deal. Usually however if a month passes by without a reply I might lose interest.
Charlie's sure that something is watching her. More than sure, actually, it’s not anything so small as a hunch or a feeling . No, it’s a bone-deep fear. This is what the antelope feels when it sees the flickering cheetah in the grass, this is that swooping feeling in your stomach when you trip while holding something valuable. Impending doom coming from above like some hawk on wide wings against a small, shivering rabbit.
And the worst part is- Charlie knows that she cannot do a single thing about it.
Running won’t help. The woman is merely sitting on the edge of her bed at the moment, and the silence makes the presence ever stronger, but it follows. Followed her on the road, to her friends’ house, to work. Charlie tried to lose it, dove into crowds of people, taken winding roads at breakneck speed. Nothing helps. It’s almost like this creature is perched upon her shoulder, hands clenched on her head, and wherever she goes, it’s attached as a parasite. Some twisted version of a guardian angel, always following, never benevolent.
Charlie tried fighting it , swiping the air around her body with knives, searching for invisible foes with their gleaming tips. Used her hands when those didn’t work, perhaps bare flesh would reveal something that cold metal could not.
Nothing.
And, eventually, Charlie tried to speak to it. Threats, pleads, sugary-sweet flattering. This, maybe, has had the most tangible effect. Tangible in that once, after she broke into tears, she felt the cold brush of wind. Not something remarkable but for the fact that Charlie was standing in her windowless bathroom.
Caressing across her cheek, lingering under the chin. Soft. It did nothing but bring a fresh wave of tears.
And the worst part is- Charlie knows that she cannot do a single thing about it.
Running won’t help. The woman is merely sitting on the edge of her bed at the moment, and the silence makes the presence ever stronger, but it follows. Followed her on the road, to her friends’ house, to work. Charlie tried to lose it, dove into crowds of people, taken winding roads at breakneck speed. Nothing helps. It’s almost like this creature is perched upon her shoulder, hands clenched on her head, and wherever she goes, it’s attached as a parasite. Some twisted version of a guardian angel, always following, never benevolent.
Charlie tried fighting it , swiping the air around her body with knives, searching for invisible foes with their gleaming tips. Used her hands when those didn’t work, perhaps bare flesh would reveal something that cold metal could not.
Nothing.
And, eventually, Charlie tried to speak to it. Threats, pleads, sugary-sweet flattering. This, maybe, has had the most tangible effect. Tangible in that once, after she broke into tears, she felt the cold brush of wind. Not something remarkable but for the fact that Charlie was standing in her windowless bathroom.
Caressing across her cheek, lingering under the chin. Soft. It did nothing but bring a fresh wave of tears.
Air was the dry chilling substance that filled her lungs, the hollow taste on the tongue once a teasing reminder of her solitude. It was the same lonely flavor wherever the vampire went, no time of day ever altering the dull tang. By now Luna has forgotten long how many moons have passed since her abscond from her kingdom. It was all merely now nothing more then memories of the place and her duty to it that weighted down long behind.
Brilliant gleams of sunlight crept past the trees, the glow flourishing the verdure's onxe vibrant colors that have been peeled and coated under layers of snow. Gentle gusts brushed against the archway, combing through the bushes then tucking inside wavy, white hair. The wind's whispers giggled in her ears, the sun's glory unraveling a sight the vampire had believed bland for so long.
One deep, sharp breath.
Her step sinks deeper in the fallen snow that was all eye could see for quite a long while. The long white robes that hide her figure and both shield from the blowing breeze drag along sweeping up some of slush that soak up into the white fabric, sticking up on itself and Luna's feet that keep going unrelenting to it or fear of catching a cold. Not that she could anyway. Vampires do not catch a cold after all, there are some sicknesses that can affect them but cold was not one of them.
The expanding freezing conditions that trumpeted at the arrival of the winter season would only grow worse and worse. Even now there barely sight of the usual harvest Luna could pick from the forest. Winter took more after all then it gave. But now, Luna found herself strayed furthermore away then usual. As her trek went, Luna came to stop by a patch of frozen ground, brushing away the snow in search of silver willow roots, her hands plucking away the trees roots until coming to an stop at the speck of crimson drop that laid a feet away.
Brilliant gleams of sunlight crept past the trees, the glow flourishing the verdure's onxe vibrant colors that have been peeled and coated under layers of snow. Gentle gusts brushed against the archway, combing through the bushes then tucking inside wavy, white hair. The wind's whispers giggled in her ears, the sun's glory unraveling a sight the vampire had believed bland for so long.
One deep, sharp breath.
Her step sinks deeper in the fallen snow that was all eye could see for quite a long while. The long white robes that hide her figure and both shield from the blowing breeze drag along sweeping up some of slush that soak up into the white fabric, sticking up on itself and Luna's feet that keep going unrelenting to it or fear of catching a cold. Not that she could anyway. Vampires do not catch a cold after all, there are some sicknesses that can affect them but cold was not one of them.
The expanding freezing conditions that trumpeted at the arrival of the winter season would only grow worse and worse. Even now there barely sight of the usual harvest Luna could pick from the forest. Winter took more after all then it gave. But now, Luna found herself strayed furthermore away then usual. As her trek went, Luna came to stop by a patch of frozen ground, brushing away the snow in search of silver willow roots, her hands plucking away the trees roots until coming to an stop at the speck of crimson drop that laid a feet away.
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