Calling Ella Erransmith!

Sounds great! Are we going with that one then?

I think that’d be for the best! We should start designing our characters with that in mind. I’ll make a form of sorts to use.

Awesome, thanks
Any necessities? What’s the age limit? What genders are we looking at? If this is going to end up being a romance, are we going straight or gay?

Awesome, thanks
Any necessities? What’s the age limit? What genders are we looking at? If this is going to end up being a romance, are we going straight or gay?

I kind of want to do a young 20s or late teens one for this. Which do you prefer? This also might sound kind of strange, but I’ve had a guy character in mind for a little while that I haven’t used in any other chat because he didn’t quite work well for it. Whether we choose a straight or gay romance is up to you! Also, I didn’t mention this earlier, but I think this should take place on Earth if things had gone a little differently (if magic actually existed). The Salem Witch Trials and similar events should have still happened, but they should have been to persecute actually witches and sorcerers rather than innocent women. That being said, I don’t know if our technology should be advanced yet. In my mind, I’m kind of thinking our characters could live in the United States, but the Northeast side because the U.S. should have actually split during the Civil War. Would you mind a bit more of an early 1900s vibe?

I don’t know how you feel about mature stuff—in this case I’m talking about sexual things—but that probably won’t be a problem for a while anyway, so we could always talk about it then.

Your ideas sound great, I’m all for them! My character will probably be in the 19-21 age range, if that’s okay
As far as sex goes, I’d prefer if we didn’t do any, but in terms of other mature topics like gore, swearing, self-harm, etc I’m cool with them

19-21 range is good!

Alright, I’ll start somewhat soon—I’m a bit busy right now.

Start making my character, that is. I think we should try and start with a basic form that has name, age, looks, magic type, and any details we find important. Also, gender, sexuality, defining features (like scars or birthmarks), and family/basic backstory. Does that sound good to you?

Perfect!

Name: Nathaniel Clarke
Age: 20
Gender/Sexuality: He’s a cisgender male that’s never really had to consider romance much before. If he had to say, he would honestly not base his love life off of certain genders.
Looks: Nathan’s body is rather odd for a young man. He’s about 6’4” with broad shoulders and a body that’s thick and strong without being heavily muscled (so not a bodybuilder look). There is a long, swirling tattoo up his left arm that extends to part of his chest, a tiny inking of some birds flying on his back shoulder, and a small pattern on his right hand. As for his face, he’s always been attractive in a bit of a non conventional way. His gray eyes are typically sunken with exhaustion. He has a short brown beard and messy, somewhat curly, ear-length hair to match. Back when he was younger a couple of different people would call him cute, but his rounder face, expressionless mouth, and square jaw as an adult only draw nothing but bored glances. He wears clothes of a more ragged nature, sometimes even to the point where his skin can be seen through holes in his shirts and pants.
Magic Type- He’s not completely sure. All he knows is that he can create things out of the ground.
Defining Features- He always wears his family’s bronze arm braces that were passed down throughout the decades. There are some scars from fighting on his torso, arms, and legs.
Family- He was raised by his father alone (but he passed away about a year before our story begins). The only family he has left is his aunt, who’s disowned him, and his two younger sisters. Annabeth’s two years younger than him but twice as feisty and clever, and Belladonna’s a fifteen-year-old with the blood of a warrior. Bella has a different mother than him and Annabeth.
Extra- He had severe asthma as a young child, but mostly got over it once in his adult years. Nathan’s more interested in reading than fighting, despite often having to brawl on the streets for food and money. He’s never had that many close friends, not even in his father’s old house, and he’s mainly too busy to try for a romantic relationship. Annabeth has always encouraged him to put himself out there. His favorite pastime is going to the bakery of one of his only friends, Clarissa, and helping out.

Here’s the boy! What do you think?

woah he looks awesome! sorry I'm slow with mine, almost done

Name: Dara Caitlin Walsh
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: bisexual (closeted to the extreme, has, over time, come to terms with it)
Appearance: Thick, dark brown hair cut short, sort of permanently messy, almost layered, and semi-fluffy. She wears a wig on top to disguise the unacceptable haircut (though it wasn’t her choice, her aunt forcefully shaved it off for reasons I will reveal as we roleplay) that’s roughly the same colour, but falls down to just above the midpoint of her chest in loose waves, in a middle part and a slight fringe. When working, she keeps it in either a ponytail or a braid. Tan skin with a darker, flushed undertone around her cheeks, nose, and shoulders, the sort of thin lips that are more skin than pink flesh, an impish smile, acne scars (believe it or not, acne is not a modern development) on the lower sides of her face towards her jawline, deep burgundy eyes that reflect the light. Shorter than average, about 5’6’’, with a more rectangular body shape, very slight curves. This can be used as a guideline (minus the clothing): https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/AamluAQ1zAdOd7OUNIA1iXsseFDFRQpwllOi-kpSQMnrp0D_X250_6c/
General Attire: Mostly browns and deep maroons, wears trousers as much as possible. No loose clothing, since it gets in the way of her job, usually simple tops and bottoms. She always wears a tarnished bronze cross on a slim chain beneath her shirt, as well as a simple bronze ring on her right ring finger.
Personality: A bit of a tomboy (but suppresses it because of the strict social structures of the era), more headstrong than most people like, not afraid to speak her mind or protest. She’s not completely muleheaded, though, and knows when to hold her tongue, her sense of logic isn’t impaired. Angers quickly, fiercely protective, keeps her chin up and her eyes focused on the endgame. Knows how to plan ahead but isn’t terribly organized, ambitious, can be cunning and sly.
Magic Type: Temperature manipulation, specifically heat, and also being able to tell people's emotions and (with difficulty) manipulate them
Other: An accent somewhere between Irish and British. Ran away from home several times only to be brought back, her parents left her with her (abusive) aunt when she was eleven. She was an accident, never really desired by her mother and father, and an only child, since her little brother died at birth. She sees him sometimes, but is unsure whether or not he's real

(is she okay? sorry my template's different from yours)

She’s fine! I like the details in her look, and her personality is going to remind Nathan of his younger sisters. I think it’s wonderful!

Awesome, thanks! so, how exactly do you want to go about this?
shite I'll remove the veterinarian part that was for another rp

I think we should first come upcountry with our scenario. I had an idea that my guy could have been found out as a magician after trying to take some bread from a store and, as a result, being beaten in one of the town squares.

sure! are we also doing the fighters thing?

No, unless they eventually went to a protected village in which magic people were allowed. Then they could fight, but it’s not a good idea to draw attention to themselves otherwise.

oh lol I meant the prompt on the top of your list, but sure

Oh my gosh I’m sorry, yes, the first prompt is the one we’re doing. I think your character could find Nathan being whipped…?

Would you like me to start?

Shit sorry I thought I’d responded to your post
Yeah sure to both
Sorry if my writing isn’t up to scratch, I’m not feeling that great

Oh? That’s not good! Is something wrong?

There was nothing.
Then, in a flash, there was everything, all at once, as Nathaniel’s eyes opened wide. He felt too much at once. The ground was rough, and his was skin exposed to icy winds, and part of his skull threatened to burst open, and he couldn’t quite suck in enough air, and sweat fell with blood off of him like the tears off his face, and, and, and-
And there was a whip slicing into him, slapping into his flesh and tearing open wounds on top of wounds. He couldn’t help the noises that wrenched themselves out from between his clenched teeth. They surely didn’t help his appearance. In the eyes of the crowd, he was nothing but an animal, bent over and subjected to a proper punishment. His cries only worsened his fate as their wild creature to tear apart and mock.
Oh, the mockery. The whipping was one thing, and the frozen water they’d pour over him was another, but the laughter was what drove him off the deep end. People were cackling with every single lashing he got, like his pain was both their pleasure and joke.
He needed it to stop. No matter what the cost, he just needed it all to stop.

(Ian this okay?)

(Woah it’s amazing, give me a mo to type something up in reply)

(sorry, not ian!! I meant is, whoops! Thank you, though! Are you okay?)

(Dw about it, autocorrect is my mortal enemy as well
Not really.. but… oh well)

Dara pushed through the crowd, slipping between the gathering citizens. Bodies pressed close in every direction, wrapping a tight noose of anxiety around her neck, but no one tried to steal from her, nobody’s groping hands slid down her frame. Finally, she emerged at the front, taking a deep breath as she finally raised her head to take a look at what everyone was staring at.

Or, rather, who…

A loud crack split the air; a whip coming down with force on the back of a young man. Dara cried out on instinct, clamping her jaw shut immediately after tocover for her mistake, but the outburst of laughter from her fellow onlookers drowned out her distress, leaving her the only one who seemed to be the least bit concerned. This happens all the time, she told herself harshly, Get used to it and make sure you’re not the one who ends up in that predicament. But something about the man’s eyes— his tortured, helpless eyes— and the broken way he was hunched over, as if he was finished, tugged at her heart.

The man cried out again, a sound of pure pain, and Dara gave an involuntary flinch. She’d felt the bite of a whip once… And just like that, her gut instinct overtook her logic. Shutting her eyes, she reached out with her mind until she had a firm mental grasp on the man with the whip, on his writhing, turbulent emotions, the ones depicted so vividly in her mind’s eye, and twisted. Red turned to a hesitant yellow, anger to remorse, and she swayed under a wave of exhaustion.

(tHATS SO WELL WRITTEN DANG IM SO EXCITED ALREADY and oh no what’s wrong??)

(Really? Aw thanks uwu
It’s a long story)