"Shhh... it will be okay..." //OxO, CLOSED//

He hugged her close, knife angled directly over her stomach. She was trembling with fear. He drove the knife into her stomach, and she cried out, back arching into him, pain lancing through her. She choked, tears streaming from her eyes.
"Shh," he soothed, laying her gently down on the bloodstained ground, as she gasped for air. "It will be okay."

So, I don't know where I want to go with this, all I know is that I want a roleplay about war, and romance. Idk. It doesn't have to be bxg, that's just how I wrote it.

• andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s rules
• Cursing is absolutely allowed
• Dunno is I'll do smut yet, but I can, of you want
• I want an experienced writer… or at least, one who uses capital letters at the beginning of their sentences.

I'll post a template once someone is interested.

This sounds interesting, may I?

Sure! What sexuality do you want to do!

Uh I don't mind lol, whatever you wanna do I'm cool with

Crap XD… um, I'm really bad at choosing…

lmao uh what about bxb?

Sure, why not?

I'm cool with whatever though so if you don't want to then I'm cool with that, it is your rp after all

No, no, it's fine! We can do that! You're the one who is roleplaying with me, after all.

Fair enough aha

So… I was thinking maybe a war theme, where the two characters are on opposite sides?

Ooo drama, that sounds cool, I'm down.

Cool! I'll get the template up. Magic or no magic?

Name:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Age:
Race:
Appearance: (you can post a link if you want)
Background: (if you're going to reveal their backstory in the rp, then give me an idea of what it's like)
Personality:
Power(s):
Limitations to power(s):
Fears:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Other:

Name: Jackson 'Jack' Morris
Gender: male
Sexuality: bi-sexual, leans towards guys
Age: 19? Idk how old you want them to be
Race: welsh-english
Appearance: Jack is a pale white with golden under tones to his skin. He has soft, slightly wavy light brown hair that almost leans towards being slightly ginger. It falls over his eyes very often and he constantly has to push it out of the way of his face. Light blue eyes, rimmed with a dark blue. Soft features, looks very innocent at times. Sharp jawline, though out of everything. Quite a few freckles over his cheeks, he has two large ones on the side of his neck that look a lot like he was bitten by a vampire. Slim and skinny, doesn't have much muscle on his body. He's around 5'6, maybe slightly shorter.
Background: Jack didn't have the best childhood ever. His mum died giving birth to him, and his dad was always working to try and find money. Eventually he committed suicide. Jack resorted in stealing to try and get food and money until he was caught and thrown in the palace dungeons. He went through a pretty hard time but eventually became one of the castle healers and made friends with the prince.
Personality: Jack is a very independent boy, liking to be by himself as that's how he had been most of his life. He's very good at taking initiative. He's very kind and caring, very soft. He isn't necessarily a violent person but he can and will fight if he so needs or wishes. Anxious a lot of the time. Has multiple trust issues so he won't open up to just anyone. He has to like you, get to know you and trust you before he shares anything too personal. If he likes you then he'll always be there for you and will always have your back no matter what. Doesn't really get the concept of love but really wants to.
Power(s): Ice manipulation. Can control and create ice, snow and anything related to - think Elsa or Jack Frost.
Limitations to power(s): Very much linked to his emotions. Jack experiences these things he calls 'ice attacks' where he looses control of his powers. This has led to multiple injuries of himself and others. They can be random, but generally come in times of high negative emotion, mainly sadness. Easily manipulated by heat and fire like normal ice. High levels of sound waves can shatter his ice.
Fears: Small spaces, fire, dying, lizards
Likes: the cold, hot chocolate, over sized sweaters, rain
Dislikes: fire, the ocean, complete silence
Other: none

sorry that took so long, hope he's okay :)

Name: Kaden "Kade" Morrigan

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Super duper bisexual

Age: 19

Race: Half elf, half Hispanic

Appearance: My baby has a shock of untidy black hair, which constantly looks like he runs his hands through it, then doesn't comb it. His skin is sun-tanned and almost a gold color. He has high cheekbones and large lips, which actually look good on him. His eyes are a deep, piercing gold color, a little bit like melted honey and sunlight combined. He is strong and lithe, like a fighter, and he has a lot of muscle, and a drool-worthy body. He is tall, about 6'2'', and loves to tower over people. He can look very intimidating, and always uses his looks as a weapon.

Background: Kade's mother died when he was young. He doesn't remember his father, although his older sister Kindle does, and she says he's lucky he never knew them. She also calls him her little flower half the time, so he doesn't know how reliable the information is. He bounced back and forth around the foster care system before eventually being adopted by two people who dind't know how to deal with a child of their life depended on it. They had only adopted him as a dare, and not even with his sister at that, who graduated from the system a year ago, but couldn't adopt him herself. When the house he was in accidentally burned down, he got blamed, and ran.

Personality: Kade hates everyone. Or, at least he says he does. He is really actually the sweetest thing you'll ever meet, if you give him the chance. He likes to put out that scary-guy vibe to make himself seem tough, and only the glimmerings of pain in his eyes can tell you that he's not as strong as he'd like to be. He can be funny, but mostly remains sarcastic and rude, doing his best to push people away and make them hurt, so they'll leave him alone. He doesn't know how real love should be, and so thinks that it doesn't exist. He has a viscious streak as wide as the ocean, so watch out.

Power(s): A weird telekinesis thing….

Limitations to power(s): Well, he doesn't know how to use it, for one thing. It seems to emerge when he's panicked, angry or in trouble, and then, when he is none of those things, it won't even show up. So… there's that.

Fears: Being weak, loving then losing someone, cramped spaces, being seen weak, being humiliated, having all his secrets revealed, no one liking him

Likes: Quiet, fighting, music, sunrises, the ocean, being loved, his sister, when people leave him alone, killing, coffee

Dislikes: Blood splattering on his clothes, day time, being bothered, sleeping, showing weaknesses, dancing

Other: N/A

Aww I love him

Thanks!

So how are we gonna start?

Erm… maybe they're on the scene of the battle, and one of them calls a truce?

That could work, or maybe one of them gets captured by the other and they’re like… interrogated or something?

Ooh, yeah, I like that! Oh! And do we want this modern or not?

Hmm I feel like there’s a lot we could do with modern/futuristic like… weapons wise

…That's true! Do we maybe want to do a mix of future and older?

Sure sounds good :)

Okay! Do you want me to start?

Yes please :)

(Okay!)

The fight was a blur of blades and blood spraying and gore and gunshots and death. Kade spun his blade, decapitating a soldier on the opposite side. He relished the spray of blood that splashed him from his victim, letting it cover his clothes. He dodged blades and bullets, striking out with his sword against anyone who attacked him. The battle was a bit muddled, and he was already confused as to which warrior was on which side.

He hadn't seen the leader of the opposite side in a while. As much as he loved to fight, he wanted a one-on-one fight. He grinned and stretched his limbs before forcing his way through the fighting to the top of the hill, where he sent a pulse of his power through the army, magnifying his voice.

"Hello, everyone. How's the fighting goin'? I love it. I think blood may be my new fashion sense." Without looking, he stabbed a soldier creeping up behind him, continuing to talk in an off-hand, conversational voice. "You're probably wondering why I'm trying to talk to all you losers. Well, I was thinking that we could pause the battle. I want a hand-to-hand combat with the so-called 'leader' of the other side. Winner gets to call victory." He smirked. "Unless they're too afraid."

Everything was a mess. The battle was a mess. Jackson was a mess. This wasn't how how thought it was going to go but it was war, nothing was ever going to truly go as planned. His weapon sliced through person after person. Some being chopped right in half, others just being stabbed. Blood was smeared over his face and body, clothes ripped and torn in places. He didn't know what blood was his, his friends or his enemies.

He hadn't bothered to use his powers yet, figuring it best to keep those hidden until absolutely necessary. Jack knew others were aware of what he could do, and tried to keep out his way in case he decided he wanted to use it. When he heard Kade's voice rip through the crowd, he stopped, pretty much everyone stopped and listened.

He bristled slightly at his words, eyes narrowing from across the battle field. He wanted a fight? Jack would give him one then. He shot a blast of his ice up into the air, a large, quite magnificent snow flake forming in the sky above him before it shattered into a thousand sharp pieces. If Kade wanted to fight him he;d have to come to him, Jack was just letting him know his location.

The snowflake burst above Kade, and his smirk grew, turning wicked. "Looks like he excepted the challenge."

He sauntered in the direction the ice had come from. The crowd parted for him, almost as if he had a contagious disease. He took his time, walking slowly, whistling tunelessly. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a gorgeous chest and stomach, before shining his sword with his bloody shirt.

He got to the place where Jack was, and scoffed. This was the leader? It would be no competition at all!

He tossed his shirt aside. "Hey. This isn't a fight for boys." He smiled at the man, expression viscious, and patronizing. He cracked his knuckles. "Weapons or no?"