We Could Rule Together (O/O, Closed!)

So, before I continue, SPOILER WARNINGS: STOP READING FROM THIS POINT ON. If you didn't listen, I guess I'll just put a spoiler box. Read at your own risk. This is for a new movie that has just recently come out. So I'll explain my idea out of the spoiler box, but just for explanation of where I got the idea… it's in the box.

NOW, after typing my blurb above, here is my idea:

Your and my character are lovers on enemy sides. We haven't admitted out feelings, and neither of us know that we do. The more villainous of the two has figured it out, and try to persuade their love to their side. But they refuse. Eventually they both fall in love and run off on their own and blah blah blah. Yeah, I want something like that! I'd really like to be a female villainous character. So you'd be the male hero, but we can switch genders. (Because, I'd prefer Straight- Please…) Meaning you can be the female. I can be the male. Real Quick, here are the rules!

RULES

• Well, I really want this to be a MxF RP. If you don't like that, and then don't like me, I'm sorry… I have nothing against you or the lgbqt+ community. (And if I got that wrong, please feel free to correct me!)
• Uhhhh Can we keep smut to a minimum? I really don't want to have to take this to the PMs… so we can do steamy, just keep it to a minimum. (And it isn't expected! So if you aren't cool with it, I totalllly understand! Just let me know!)
• Swearing is fine, just avoid every. Single. Sentence.
• Ask before we RP, and please be decently active, at least one post a day! I'll make sure to respond as much as I can as well.
• Please, no one liners. Those honestly suck if you're going to do one post a day. So no: "Yeah sure babe." or: He walked to the door.

That is all! Thank you! And I'm really sorry if you think this is too much. Please forgive me, and I can try and tone down the rules. Ask me if you have questions!

I l o v e this

And I'd definitely like to do it

Oh sweet! That wasn't long XD it took me longer to write all that

I may or may not have been lurking the unread page

Do you need a sample of my writing?

I mean, not really, if you want to sure. But it isn't expected.

Do you normally like templates? Cause I personally do, but we can go blind!

Yeah, I'll do a template

also, with the world they're in be somewhat like the Star Wars universe?

cause the idea of a force user that solely uses blasters is something that has always fascinated me

We could- that would be awesome. We could be in the Star Wars universe, and then have just our OC's and stuff.

I'll whip up a template, but it may take me some time, so I can get all the specific stuff down.

Word

I know an ungodly amount about blasters and how they work, and have an idea of how to make a pump-action blaster

Just so you know, my character will be male

Oh gosh XD I'm not that much of a nerd when people talk about Star Wars. Other things though- I had an in-depth convo for about an hour about something else earlier lol.

Let me start up on the template!

So

my character will have a robotic hand made of Cortosis, which is a lightsaber–resistant metal

What if she was the one who cut his hand off

Y E S.

Here is the Template!

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Race:
Personality:
Alignment:
Appearance:
Attire:
Weapon of Choice:
Languages spoken:
Family:
Home Planet:
Backstory:(How they got to where they are now, not required)

~Powers on a scale of 1-10~
Strength:
Agility:
Healing Factor:
(Please, Add to it if you think of other things)

Name: Winston Locke

Gender: Male

Age: 22 (?)

Race: White

Personality: He is a reserved, intelligent young man that has a tenancy to take things much more seriously than he should. Every move he makes is a carefully calculated decision. He's more of a follower than a natural leader.

Alignment: Neutral Good

Appearance: He has medium length light brown hair that he slicks back every morning with gel, but it will often begin to come undone by the end of the day and falls over his face. His skin is naturally tan, even during the winter. His jawline is almost always dusted with a thin covering of hair, despite the fact he shaves every morning. His left hand has been replaced by a mechanical prosthetic after getting into a fight with his crush mortal enemy. He wears a glove at all time to hide it. He is around 6'0", but most likely on the shorter side

Attire: The light blue blazer, along with the matching linen pants and spit-shined black dress shoes. When causal, he typically wears a white tank top under an aviator jacket, with a pair of frayed and faded jeans and simple boots.

Weapon of Choice: Pump action Blaster (Essentially, he's removed the battery pack, and instead uses a kinetic energy converter to power his blaster. A light pump can produce a stun blast, but do it hard enough and the bolt can be lethal)

Languages spoken: Um….name them, he can speak it

Family: None

Home Planet: Corellia

Backstory: (I'll reveal it in the roleplay, I swear)

~Powers on a scale of 1-10~

Strength: 7ish

Agility: 9. This boy is about as agile as you can get

Healing Factor: 5

Here she is!

Name: Halo Bryer
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Race: Human, Sith
Personality: A quiet, but violent and insecure girl. She always is a strong headed girl, with little common sense, mostly from trying to figure out why she is what she is, and where she came from.
Alignment: Neutral Bad
Appearance: She's 5'6'', with a not very curvy but muscular figure. She has blonde hair reaching past her shoulder and green/brown eyes. She has a pale but pink skin tone, and a clear face.
Attire: Something like this
Weapon of Choice: Twin red saber blades that she keeps on both hips.
Languages spoken: Sith, Aurebesh, Droid
Family: Unknown
Home Planet: Unknown
Backstory: She grew up under the care of the newly risen Sith Emperor, and doesn't know her past. She just woke up one day with years of fake memories.

~Powers on a scale of 1-10~
Strength: 8
Agility: 4
Healing Factor: 2

(I like him!)

she's great! I have an idea for a starter, too

Alright- Sounds great! You ready to start then?

Yep!

(Alright! You said you had a starter! So you can go ahead)

It was a warm, humid night on Kashyyyk. So, basically every night. Winston stood silently, listening to the dense wilderness around him. The chirp of birds unseen, the buzz of those fucking annoying bugs that populated nearly every place on the planet, and the occasional death cry of an animal that was just caught by its hunter. This. This was the place he loved. The freedom of the dense swampland and the isolated peace of it. It was an environment purely untouched by the war that was ravening the galaxy. Ravening him. He was solely alone, and he loved it.

Or so he thought. The scream of the TIE fighter entering the atmosphere was so jarring it made him jump in surprise. She'd followed him. How the hell did she know where he was? He was completely off the grid; the only technology he carried was his blaster rifle. And he'd checked that for tracking bugs before me got to the planet. Well, however she found him didn't matter. Finding a place to hide was.

Winston was the only person to have ever survived an attack from Bryer, since he was the only force user she'd ever fought. Now…she'd hunted him down from the edges to the galaxy. And Kashyyyk, apparently.

Halo gritted her teeth, and gripped tighter to the steering of the TIE fighter. The whole thing was shaking, and she felt sick because of it. The fighter landed in the middle of the woods. Halo climbed from the thing, and landed with solid thud onto the stiff ground. She grabbed her sabers hooking them onto the loops of her belt before heading off into the unknown. "I know you're here." Halo muttered to herself as she jogged.

She wasn't paying attention to the beauty of it. She wasn't paying attention to the annoying bugs. She wasn't paying attention to the noise. She was solely focused on finding him. Locke. Halo had been hunting him from the beginnings of the universe to the end and back. Locke had run, and managed to slip from her grip every time. She was getting frustrated, and it was getting repetitive. "I know you are."

Winston hid behind the biggest tree he could find, gripping his blaster to his chest tightly. Shit shit shit shit, the thought, feeling his knees begin to shake as the cockpit opened and depressurized. His hair hung limply over his face, since the humidity had done its job, effectively eliminating any remnants of his hair gel.

"Don't notice me, don't notice me, don't notice me," he mumbled under his breath, doubting she could head him over the natural noise of the forest. "I ain't here, I'm somewhere else, definitely don't check behind this tree…."

Halo pulled the hood over her face, and pulled out a saber. "You're close." She called, knowing he was in range. "I can sense it." She lit the blade up, and slowed into a strolling pace. Her feet drew her closer to where he was at. "Come on Locke. Show yourself." She shouted some, gripping tighter to the blade. She unhooked the other, not lighting it. "You have no choice, I'll find you anyways."

(Oh, thank god you added more to the post. I was getting worried for a moment)

(XD lol, sorry)

His breathing quickened to a rapid pace when she began talking, his jaw locking with fear as his entire body began shaking. The sound of a lightsaber lighting only terrified him even more. He had no other tricks left. She could fucking stop blaster bolts. The hell was he supposed to do about that?

His only chance was to run and hope he could get to his ship on time. So, with one final deep breath, he lowered into a runner's stance and sprinted….for two steps, until his foot met a root that jutted from the ground like a bent knee. Winston was sent sprawling face-first into the ground.

"I swear that fuckin' thing wasn't there before," he mumbled, rubbing his head. When he looked up, he stared right into the eyes of Halo. "O-oh. Long time no see, huh?"

"Hasn't been long enough now has it?" She asked, slinging the excess saber onto her hip before looking down at him in a pity she would never admit. "You can't escape Locke, why do you bother to run?" She inquired, kneeling down beside him. Halo took a hold on the front on his top, and looked him straight in the face. "You're pathetic, but you can be made strong." Halo repeated. "You're running out of chances. One day, I'll have to just kill you."

Winston took a large gulp when she grabbed his shirt, but not even terror could hide the determination in his eyes.

"You tried to, and you failed," he said, raising his left arm. A gloved hand extended from his wrist, something that wasn't the last time they met. Because she chopped it off. "I'm not bending in my beliefs because you threaten me. The shit you do sickens me, man. And I don't really look good in black, which seem to be in style this season for Sith lords."