Ugh, I'm a nervous wreck, so let's do something fluffy, fantasy based, and gay!
Magical Gay Fluff to Ease Our Nerves!!! (Open!)
Honestly same so I’m down for the GaAaAy, may I?
Sure! Bois or gorls, or other?
Boyo, please
Yay!
Templates or not?
I’m good with either but the boy I wanna use is a cinnamon roll gay so… yeah…
Aw cute! I'll give you a choice on which you want me to play as…
Asshole redheaded vampire?
Smol gay boi with Lucifer's right hand swapped with his.
Dudebro werewolf.
Smol sensitive boi w/ evil demon inside him.
Um… maybe the vampire? I’m not sure. He works better with more dominating people, though.
Mmmm makes sense!
Ye, but I don’t mind which you use!
Okie
(How far do you want to take this? Fluff or smut?(
Hm… I don’t know.. both? Maybe more fluff but steamy stuff is good too
Cool!
Want me to post mine first?
Yes please.
Name: Byron V'délia
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Age: 151
Species: Vampire
Bio: His life is 150+ years of tragedy, and heartbreak. Born in Southern France, raised in Wallachia, his mentor, Yakob, taught him how to make a fair earning for his parents, got wrapped up in a war between crime lords, which got most of his loved ones killed, was turned into a vampire so he could seek his revenge. Most notable achievement is helping to Vanquish a Satan-possessed Medea, provides assistance to the Misfit group sometimes.
Personality: Byron, for all his years, is rather selfish, childish, and crude. More notable than this, is his cold, cruel, merciless, harsh persona, and trust issues. However when you actually take the time to get past this, you will notice a tender, caring boy, he carries a great hatred for others, but even more so is his hatred for himself. That he's harbored ever since he abandoned his humanity.
Appearance: Byron is rather average in height, at around 5'9" tall, and 146 pounds, he has short, lavish red hair, thin eyebrows, and narrow, gas-flame blue eyes. His facial features are often portrayed as wolfish, and he is shown to have a lean, fit, trim body type.
Talents: Byron throughout the years, has gained superhuman knowledge on most topics, and is a one-in-a-million academic, with street-smarts, and knowledge of the criminal underworld that rival cartel leaders. He also has fully mastered ninpô, and is a grandmaster in it. He is very skilled with weapons and vehicles, and prides himself on his fashion.
Flaws: Depression, anxiety, big-time PTSD, rather selfish, arrogant, and cruel. Has some serious trust issues, and little regard for the lives of others, and himself too. Pretty terrible with technology. Has forgotten himself.
Powers…
-Byron has vastly superhuman strength, stamina, agility, durability, and regeneration. As well as immortality that keeps him from aging, or needing to breathe, sleep, eat, drink, use the bathroom, or even blink. However he can be killed by certain conventional means.
-Byron has the ability to hypnotize people, putting them in a trance, or controlling their thoughts and actions himself. He can also make them experience sexual arousal for him, effectively luring them in.
-Byron can shape-shift into multiple forms, including a wolf, a giant bat, a giant spider, and a horde of nasty things such as snakes, rats, roaches, lizards, flies, spiders, bats, and other pests.
Weaknesses: Byron finds the sun very annoying, like all vampires, though it won't kill him. Also, like all vampires, he is extremely vulnerable to fire, and being burnt to death. As his body is extremely flammable, and he cannot regenerate completely from flamage. Conventional means, like the destruction, or removal, of his heart, or brain, are enough to do the trick. As is dismemberment, and multiple impalements. However, these will not kill him, instead they will cause him to turn into the previously mentioned horde of nasty things, the only way to dispose of him after this, however, is by killing each and every one of the little critters.
Other: Has had many jobs, including a page-boy, a World War I diplomat, and a supernatural mercenary. Last name is a modified version of the word bloodsucker in Greek.
thought using the link was easier…
Aw perfect!
So whatcha wanna do lmao
Coffee shop cliche
Library
Middle of the woods
Park?
Any other ideas?
Woods could work. Ollie could be walking home from school or some place and had to pass through them?
Should I start?
Uh… yes please.
Byron admired the woods around him. Tall pines like lances trying to pierce the crystal azure sky, only a few swirls of white cloud in the distance. Each tree so thick with needles that tge branches hung down in a bogged state. The tall, thick grass disheveled around a long, winding, wrought-iron traintrack that glinted in the small, bright Sun
He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his fluffy hoodie, letting out a sigh of contentment. Alone at last.
Suddenly, however, he heard a droning in the distance. The sound of a far-off school bell.
Being in the bus last year of school, Ollie looked forward to getting him as quick as possible. His school mates and himself were all irritable and tired, wanting to graduate and leave town as soon as they could.
The small male had a few assignments he needed to finish and the thought made his head twist and face scrunch up in reluctance but he knew he had to complete the work. The woods were the quickest way home and he’d always found comfort in the quiet. He headed that way, carefully manoeuvring through the sea of trees.
Byron kept walking, balancing on the tracks. He was glad to get away from the endless mountain of paperwork and emails.
He let out another sigh, checking his watch. He wrapped a thumb around his belt absent-mindedly.
Je heard rustling in the distance, but ignored it.
Ollie hummed quietly to himself, smiling softly at nothing. It was a decent walk through the woods to get home so he might as well enjoy it. Being a fast walker, he made it to the train track quickly, being carefully not to fall over any old pieces of wood or metal.
Byron looked up, idly, silently envying the swirls of clouds which drifted along with the breeze.
He drew his attention back to the woods, silently. Eyes falling on a rather interesting figure.
A teenage boy it seemed, a cute one. Maybe a year younger than Byron looked. He smiled.
Should he catch a meal from this kid?
No. This kid didn't look like he could fight his way out of a paper bag. He was too pure to drink from. He didn't deserve to be a meal, even if it wouldn't kill the kid to do so.
A somehow wholesome smile hugged Byron's handsome, unsettlingly wolfish features.
Ollie got to the other side of the track and walked along side it for a couple metered before he stopped. He was probably just being paranoid but he did feel like there was another presence near by.
Looking around a little, he decided to just put it down to paranoia when he didn’t see anyone straight away. He sighed, rubbing at his face before setting off again, mumbling something to himself.
Byron lsughed, checking his phone.
He swore, almost loudly. No service. The pale boy with white hair came even closer, oblivious.
He'd only been on this Earth for a handful of plucky little years. No time at all to truly learn and perceive. He might very well be oblivious to Byron.
Ollie looked up from the ground, shielding his eyes from the sunlight steaming against his face. That’s when he finally saw the figure not too far away and halted his footsteps, lowering his hand.
He couldn’t remember, the last time he’d caught someone else in these woods, and in this part at that. The thought made his head tilt to the side, much like a curious puppy would.