Two murderers stumble upon each other while cleaning up their latest victim’s body. They annoy the hell out of each other at first, but soon feelings develop.
Mature rp (steamy stuff, gore, violence, possible discussion on sensitive topics such as rape, suicide, mental health among other things)
Please be able to reply fluently and with at least 3-4 descriptive sentences
May I?
Absolutely! I’m happy you were interested. I’ve seen your roleplaying style and like it a lot.
Thank you! : )
Alright, would you prefer an LGBT couple or a straight couple? I’m fine with whichever
I'm happy with either. If it's a straight couple then I'd like to play the female, please.
Alright, than we’ll be doing girl and girl. Short template or long template?
Short template if that's okay.
Name:
Age: (21-25)
Gender:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Personality type:
Other:
Name: Charlotte Anne Lance
Nickname: Charlie or Lottie
Age: 25yrs
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi
Appearance: 5'6, short curly black hair, athletic, one brown eye and one green eye, a couple of scars
(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ef/ff/ec/efffecfa8b5e50877a04d2e13108d276.jpg)
Personality: Charlie is…….well, she's a bitch. There's just no better word to describe her. The girl is almost always drunk before noon, swears like a sailor, and is just a generally unpleasant person. She doesn't take shit from anyone and is more than eager to let her fists talk for her. While she may be the most sarcastic and unpleasant person in the entire world, she does know how to have fun. Making parties crazy is a talent of hers. She challenges strangers to drinking contests, starts fights, flirts, gambles, and is just an all around wild person. She absolutely loves animals and will never turn one down that needs help. People, on the other hand, she's not so nice to. It takes a lot to befriend her but if she deems someone to be a part of her family, she'll protect them to her dying breath. That definitely doesn't mean that the sassy commentary will cease. No one would ever guess this but she's a huge fucking nerd. Due to having a piss poor education, she was naturally curious when she left Blackridge behind. She learned as much as she could while traveling the world so know she's full of all sorts of random facts. She would rather die than admit it, though. She's as unpredictable as the weather. One days she's a raging storm and the next she's all sunshine and rainbows.
Other: Owns a black wolf/dog hybrid named Nova.
(There is a horrible storm coming to my area in the next few days so my internet may be knocked out. If I'm unable to get on for a few days, I'm very sorry.)
(That’s alright. Imma get my girlie up soon)
(Thanks! Okay, I look forward to seeing her.)
Name: Natalia Brooks
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual. Submissive/Bottom
Appearance~
Hair: Her hair is a dark, fiery red that is accompanied by lighter highlights scattered throughout her long, moderately curled, wild mane of hair. Her eyebrows are the same colour, their shape dainty and almost perfect with no filling, although she does them regularly. Her eye lashes are a bit darker but not by much, the hairs long in length an healthy in texture. She barely ever wears mascara
Eyes: Her big, doll like eyes, which are usually made the seem smaller and more sultry by some dark brown eyeliner in her water line, are what you might call earth eyes. The center is emerald green and the outer edges of her irises are an icy blue. They’re framed nicely by her eyelashes and brows.
Body: She’s straight slim thick. C 32 bust, tiny waist, flat stomach, wide hips, thick thighs and large rump which hold up jeans very well.
Race: Caucasian
Other: she has a tattoo on her ribs of a cherry blossom tree that continues onto her back. She had another tattoo on her collar bone of a rose that curls into another tattoo just under her breasts that says ‘baby girl’ in deep red, cursive letters.
Personality type: She is a, Instagram baddie, one might say, with the actual personality of it. Takes risks even when nobody is watching, notorious for flirting and her coy way of acting. She enjoys being chased in the flirty kind of sense, people she doesn’t want to be caught by never catching her. She likes parties, never really getting shit-faced drunk unless friends are around, even though she can’t really trust them. She surrounds herself with people she seems similar in comparison to the front she puts up, most of them being party girls and some of them even exes of hers. She graduated from forensic science classes this year which she passed due purely to her talent in scholastics. She’s only killed a few times and has never been caught or even suspected. What can I say? She’s talented. She used to want to be an actress but she father disapproved and she had no one to back her up on it since her mother died when Natalia was 14.
Other: she smokes/vapes. She needs glasses to read which are smart looking glasses that are thin and rectangular that she loves because they’re her dead mothers reading glasses. She can play piano very well and loves to listen to classical music.
(She looks great!)
Thank you. Alright, how shall we start? I know I said while they were cleaning up the bodies but since they both go to parties often than maybe they could meet there?
Them meeting at a party is a good idea. Let's go with that.
(Alright, I’ll get up the starter soon)
(Thanks!)
Natalia ordered a second whiskey, taking a long drag of her vape pen, blowing out the minty tasting smoke from her mouth above her as she ran her hands through her freshly curled hair, the tendrils of hair bouncing as she shook her hand out of her mane. She glanced around the room, locking eyes with a man who’d been making eyes at her for the last ten minutes. She’d much rather tease him than just think of him as creepy stalker guy, not that she, the murderer, was much better. He was handsome but he was also talking with another girl he seemed close to, so she wouldn’t get in the middle of that drama too quickly.
She’d come to this new bar decked out in a backless skinny mini dress with black, velvet heels on that she’d stolen from Louis Vuitton earlier that year for a birthday party. She wore a dainty, gold chained choker adorned with tiny stars as pendants across her neck.
She looked across the room after parting her gaze with the man, spotting a gorgeous woman across the room.
Charlie leans up against the wall, her eyes scanning the room. A chilled glass of coke and Spirytus Rektyfikowany rests in her free hand. The other is running itself through her wild black curls. She meets the eyes of an adorable woman and winks. The petite blonde blushes a deep red before turning away, embarrassed. The blonde is one of many beautiful men and women in the bar tonight. She's more pleased that usual with the turnout. It's usually just a bunch of average looking men and women getting shitfaced. Now, her being picky in the looks of those she takes home may make her shallow but she prides herself in being able to take the most attractive people home. It's a challenge that she sets for herself. Besides, it's not as long she's looking for a life long partner. She just wants a casual fling, no emotions, no strings attached.
Pushing herself off of the wall, she weaves through the crowd, her sharp black heels clicking on the wood floor. The hot red dress with the plunging necklace, side slit and partially open back that she's currently wearing draws quite a lot of attention to herself. Good. That's what she wants.
Her eyes soon land on a beautiful woman by the bar. There's someone worthy of her attention. She polishes off her drink to give her an excuse to approach the redhead.
(Sorry that this took so long, I had to deal with my dogs.)
(It’s alright)
Natalia smirks into her cup that she’d gotten a few minutes after ordering, her eyes staying connected to Charlie’s for a moment before she looked across the bar, the red, blue and yellow lights dancing on her skin an in her eyes. She took another sip before turning around in her bar stool, beginning to chat up the clearly straight woman beside her with a red wine in her hand. She wasn’t going to be placed a name on too quickly by the mysterious woman in red, she did enjoy a chase after all.
Charlie arches her brows before turning her focus to the bartender. If the other woman isn't interested than she won't waste her time. There are several others in the bar who'd be happy to talk to her. She places her order and waits. The drink soon arrives and she's off again. Moving through the now mostly drunk people, she makes her way to the dance floor. A lively yet sexy song is playing. It's perfect. She begins to swing her hips and dance. A few eyes are on her but it's not nearly enough for her taste. She's ups her game and thickens on the charm.
She finishes up her drink while still conversing with the pretty lady to her right, learning that she’s trying to get the attention of the guy that’s been making eyes on her the entire night. She glanced over at the woman who’d she just made eyes at, their eyes connecting again for a split second before, coincidentally, Eva, she lady she was talking to, ventured off with another man who’d just made eyes at her a second ago. She smirked as she watched them dissapear into the crowd, her eyes soon returning on the gorgeous woman dancing in the center of the room. She downed the rest of her glass and walked over confidently before being taken by another woman, the lady placing her hands on Natalia’s hips and swaying them with hers. She went with it, never loosing the placement of the mystery woman who was now the star of the floor.
The music gradually starts to grow louder as bright lights flash along the dance floor. She has no trouble finding dancing partners, it's keeping them that's the problem. Lowering her standards would be the easy thing to do but she's completely unwilling to just settle. Why should she? She's a beautiful woman with no shortage of charm. Well, when she wants to be charming that is. The rest of the time……..not so much. She twirls around with a laugh. The brilliant lights give her a high of sorts. Her mood vastly improves and she really loosens up. The alcohol could also be a factor in this. Either way, she's having the time of her life. Spotting the beautiful redhead from earlier, she briefly locks eyes with her and flashes her a flirtatious smile. She could see them having fun together. It's truly a shame that the other girl doesn't seem to be interested. Maybe she's straight. Or dumb. Or blind. It has to be one of those three.
(Sorry, I’d fallen asleep. I’ll get my response up soon)
The girl she was dancing with soon leaves her for a guy who’d just begun making eyes at her, her hands slipping from her waist and to her own aides as she walked over to her. Natalia didn’t mind, for another handsome looking guy wrapped his hands around her waist and twirled her around to him. She smirked up at him before glancing over at Charlie, her eyes heavy with mischief and a charming glint. She leaned into the man, closing her eyes as she pressed her lips to his, her hands running through his hair. She soon opened her eyes, the world seeming to slow slightly when she let her eyes set on the raven haired woman, her eyes half-lidded and filled with a sultry, seductive notion.
Watch me
Charlie drapes her arms around a fiery brunette, pulling her close. The two dance together, moving as one. She tangles her hand in the other girl's hair, passionately kissing her. They stay like that until they have to pull away for air. She glances over her shoulder and looks at the redhead from earlier. That look in the other woman's eyes causes her briefly to rethink her decision with the brunette. She's used to people chasing her, not the other way around. A chase could be interesting……..Now she has a choice to make. She could go home with the lovely woman that she currently has wrapped around her finger or she could try and go for the first woman who had caught her eye. She decides to go with the brunette. This is already a done deal. Backing out now would be a mistake. She grabs the brunette's hand and pulls her off the dance floor, shooting the redhead once last look before she leaves.
Your loss.
