we could be immortals (just not for long, for long) (o/o with yet more classic lit because I am a ho)

There was a man named Dorian Gray, who sold his soul for eternal youth. He was a vain man, who ultimately died, but his story lives on, in the writings on walls and whispered nursery rhymes warning of the dangers of one who brings himself to his knees and bows before the devil. But what you don't know is, he had a child. And that child had children, and their children had children, and their family went on for generations. Until now. The year is 4053, and Earth has long since been destroyed, but it's inhabitants live on on other worlds with other peoples, and the Gray legacy lives on in just the corners of your mind, where you can't quite see it. But the family… well, they own and operate an opera house on the starship Axis, but their true goals remain hidden to even themselves.

Your character is a painter who is absolutely fascinated by an ethereally beautiful young man working at the opera house, one of the Family Clemont, the descendants of the ill-fated immortal. The painter knows not the story, but as he and the man grow closer, conspiracies rise and strange feelings blossom between the two. Hopefully, they can figure out what's going on before it's too late, or risk losing their world-and each other.

Rules are as follows:

Don't be a dick.
Swearing is fine, but don't use slurs you can't reclaim, or better yet, don't use slurs.
No one-liners.
List your triggers for me!
No bad grammar or spelling.
No Mary Sues.
Gore, violence, and maybe (but probably not) sexual content could and most likely will occur.
Have fun!

I'll post a template when someone joins.

(hi this sounds actually really coo, can i perhaps join?)

(Can I get a writing sample?)

(sure, just give me a second to type it out. Is there anything specific that you'd prefer I'd write?)

(Uh, I'd prefer third person, highly descriptive writing with both plot and dialogue.)

(Cool. I'll take a whack at it.)

(Thanks!)

(oh also, does it matter what gender or presentation of the character to you?)

(Uh, for your sample? No. For your character in RP? Well, I'd planned this out to be two gay men in love because I myself am a man who is gay, but like, if you want to change things up a bit tell me what you're thinking!)

(oh okie dokie. I don't mind the idea of a gay relationship, I myself am pansexual, so i have no problem with it I'll get the sample typed out asap.)

(Cool, cool.)

She had him cornered, and she knew she had the upper hand. This was her chance to demand answers.
"Where is he?" She asked.There was no response from the wounded soldier. "Where is he! Where is my friend? What did you do to him!" She began to yell with her voice growing shrill. She hadn't known what happened after the party, she just hoped her guess was wrong. With no answer from the soldier, she threw her arms to her sides and tears began to roll down her cheeks. She hopelessly dropped the gun she pocked before hand. The soldier uncomfortably shifted on the ground.
"Well I don't know who He is, but, if you're talking about that Queer we sanded, he's probably dead by now." he finally replied as he pulled himself up with the help of the wall. He got the strength to hobble over to her and put his hand gently on her shoulder, in his efforts to, what could've seemed, console her. "I'm sorry miss."
"No," she whispered, "no, you aren't. You're not sorry at all." She met his gaze with her red puffy eyes, as she shoved his hand away. The soldier sighed with a grim smile and limped away, leaving her in the alley way. She was hopeless. She couldn't save her friend like the rebellion promised. There was no way her friend could survive in the blazing hot desert. even if he did survive, the Desert would be too big anyway.

(Just an old writing piece about a dystopian society. I hope this will do.)

(Yeah! You're in!)

(Cool, yay)

So, do you want a template or to just jump in?

Whatever is easier for you. I think a template would be a good idea so we could get a general sense of the characters, but if you think we should just jump in, we could.

Okey dokey then! I'll pull that right up!

Name:
Age:
Gender/Pronouns:
Appearance:
Personality:
Backstory:
Skills:
Theme Song:
Other:

(bump)

Name: Salem Dolor Clemont
Age: 23
Gender/Pronouns: Cis man, he/him
Appearance: Salem has pure blonde hair, almost white, with spectrally, ghostly pale skin, ice-cold blue eyes, and a handsome jaw. There's something about his face that sets him apart from the rest of his family, something dangerous and cruel and stunningly beautiful all at the same time. He is tall, and lean, but with well-built muscles. Salem is something of an Adonis or Aphrodite, an idol of beauty and desire all at once, something to dedicate oneself to, to worship.
Personality: Salem is decidedly mysterious, sarcastic, and untamable. He's of a wild sort, never letting himself be held down or controlled, and is eager for adventure outside of the walls of the opera house. He often sneaks out at night, just for the thrill it brings him, and uses his time out to do some very dangerous stunts.
Backstory: Salem hasn't had much time outside of the opera house, he's the star of the show and his family prides themselves on producing such a talented individual. He's basically lived his whole life being a natural at the opera.
Skills: Singing, dancing, and acting, he can do it all. He is also a good, if reckless, driver.
Theme Song: Do I Wanna Know by Artic Monkeys
Other: Idk.

Name: Finian Orion Ezra (most call him Fin)
Age: 20
Gender/Pronouns: Male he/him
Appearance: Chestnut brown fluffy hair, which remains brushed. More often then not, he is covered in paint, usually blue and greens. He has an average body shape but on the skinnier side. He looks a lot like his mother in his family. He has jade green eyes. He has a light tan.
Personality: He's very calm and loves to daydream. He's easily flustered and he is clumsy. His love-language is through touching. He's curious. He's always getting into some sort of trouble, from which he needs to be protected.
Backstory: He was raised by his mother alone. His mother was also a painter, so he felt inspired by her. Although his mom loved him very much, he has not come out to her. He spends his time studying and often goes out to cafes to clear his head.
Skills: Painting, and cooking/baking. He is pretty good at treating wounds of any sort because of his clumsiness
Theme Song: Love like woe by the ready set
Other: cats>dogs

I'm love him! So, shall we begin?

Thank you. Sure! Just a heads up I got a class in 20 minutes.

Okay, that's cool. I'll pull up a starter and you can respond as you please.

Okie dokie, thank you.

Salem climbed through the metal beams and rafters, slipping through crawlspaces in the ceiling and finally, finally, reaching the roof. He took his hoverbike, an old thing he'd built himself, and hopped on, starting the engine with a quiet roar and driving down the walls of the Clemont Opera House. He screamed excitedly, yelping and howling all the way down as he drove down the rusted streets, zooming past and over hovercars and through the darkest of alleyways. He landed in the middle of the park, where creaking metal trees stood tall, holograms flickering around their rusting branches. This part of the city was always abandoned, giving Salem the perfect spot for some alone time. He couldn't think of anyone else that came here, it was a total dump and that was part of why he loved it.

Finian sipped his tea as he walked down the streets. He didn't really trust hoverbikes, so he stuck to walking and admiring the beauty of the technology trying to find inspiration. He was looking at the blurring lines of all the colors whooshing past him. He found himself passing the Clemont Opera House and smiling at the beautiful structure. his mom had painted it for him a while back for his room, and it still hangs there today. His train of thought was interrupted when he heard someone yelling excitedly and sighed to himself. He kept walking.
He threw away his cup in the trash and began to think of the stars and how to incorporate them into his paintings. He wandered his way about, until he showed up at the park. He tripped over his own feet while daydreaming. Finian was really confused as he looked about the disaster of a park he found himself in. That's when inspiration hit him and so he gasped.