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I just want a one-on-one fantasy/romance RP.
Maybe some Gay Love. .
ʕノ•ᴥ•ʔノ ︵ ┻━┻
One-on-one roleplay anyone? ||Closed and discontinued?
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Eyyyyy I heard gay love
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Yes, Indeed. Gay love is the best kind of love.
Are you interested?
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Very much so
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Yay! I have a character that I would love to use. Do you want to see his profile?
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Yes please
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Okie dokie
Here’s my boy Jackson
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Nice. What kind of person do you think he would fall for?
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Probably someone mysterious and though.
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Kk. I'mma get a template up of my boyo
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Okay.
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FULL Name- Phillips Salamander
Nickname(s)- Fire Salmon, Demon, Phil (for close friends)
Gender/Pronouns- male, he/him
Sexuality- gay
Age- 20
Nationality- European
Personality- a bit standoffish, Phillips is a loner. His past is unknown to everyone but him, and it's as if he's not even from this dimension…
Appearance- tall, about 6 feet. Firey orange red hair, with yellow highlights. Broad shoulders. Wears a buttoned cloak, a plain t shirt, leather boots shorts, and a short mask covering his mouth.
Tattoos? Piercings?- a tattoo of a rose on his neck, a tattoo of a hole over his heart. One golden ring in his left ear, and cartilage piercings in both.
Strengths/Weaknesses- immune to fire, can semi control fire. Hates water.
Fears- drowning
Other: a seeming fire elemental, but not really.
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Wow! I love him!
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Thanks, I do too! So, how we gonna go about doing this?
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Hm, I gotta use my brain for this part.
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XD
I've got some prompts if you want to see them
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Lemme see those prompts. Maybe that’ll make my brain start working again.
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[Ima just stalk you guys.]
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[Alright, go ahead and do that, Star.]
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- cliche quest that slowly turns into something darker/ vastly different
- You get sucked into a portal to find yourself staring down at a book that is telling your life story
- On the run, you hid in a cargo box at the docks. Turns out a pirate crew stole the crate you're in, and the captain is thinking of making you a snack, but one of the crew members offers to take you in
as a pet
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I dunno why, but I immediately liked the pirate one. .
The portal one is also interesting.
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K, I like the pirate one the most too. Phil is canonally a pirate, so it fits him well. And we could totally do another rp using the portal one. Want me to start or you?
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Can you? I’m currently in the middle of a starter for another RP.
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Kk
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Phillips stared out at the docks from the deck, pulling his mask up a little more over his mouth. The sea spray hit his face, filling his nose with the scent of dead fish and salt. He listened to the captain, who was saying something about how everyone had to come back with a crate if they wanted to be fed. The crew began to file off, so Phillips went as well, seeming to be meandering about. In reality, he was looking for something to nab.
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Jackson Staree was being chased by the kings soldiers. He ran through the forest hoping that he could lose them there. When he stopped, he looked behind and immediately saw the soldiers. He groaned and sprinted all the way to the village’s dock. Out of breath Jackson sat against a crate waiting to regain his composure.
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The soldiers appeared soon, from a different spot. They were within sight of Jackson, but hasn't spotted him yet. The only place he could hide was in a crate.
Phillips continued walking along the docks. His eyes flickered towards the soldiers. Always so meddlesome. At least this time they didn't seem to be one the lookout for pirates. He spotted a crate that looked promising, slowly making his way over. Not drawing any attention to himself.
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Jackson who was now inside of a large crate, sat down with his legs crossed. He was lucky to find a crate large enough for him.
“Captain, he isn’t here. We checked the whole deck and we didn’t find him.” The captain laughed as he looked at the solider. “Ah, I see your joking.” The solider gazed at the floor as if he was suddenly interested in it. “No, Captain.” He said without looking up. The Captain yelled in frustration and rode away and the soldiers followed.
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Phillips walked up to the promising crate, examining it for a moment before calling over a couple of his crew mates. This crate was but enough to count for all of them. The three men bent down, easily picking the crate up, and carrying it to the ship. They set it down heavily.
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As the crate was set down, Jackson hit his head on the opening and yelped. He immediately put his hand over his mouth and with the other hand he rubbed his head.