When the Stars Fell ((O/O / Open / Rated M / Stalkers Welcomed))

Every Blue Moon, the gods send down the Staars, three. Only three for the promise of good fortune for another millennium. But even more so, to prosperity of the kingdom……through unknown power.

Let me explain.

When Staars fall, they become as us, made of flesh…. well for the most part. They are pure and beautiful compared to us, truly otherworldly beings. Sometimes with parts of animals, they are , with blood as shimmering as star dust. We call them Wish Granters, for when captured, they can grant wishes of your deepest desire. Nothing is insurmountable for them, they are said to even raise the dead when asked. Such power has brought us great flourishment and yet great tribulation in times past.

I wonder what will be now. I watch as they fall from the sky, the people cheer and make merry even through the fear and gloom that haunts the streets of the kingdom. What shall our Highness do once the Staars have fallen? What would that mean for us? The beauty of the sight in the sky steals away the questions I cannot answer, but this I know: Tis an exciting time to be alive. Indeed.

This is the story of a Wish Granter (something akin to a genie) and a cold and malicious king. When spoken to by the gods in a dream, he is troubled and goes to hunt the night of the Blue Moon, where he finds a freshly fallen Wish Granter. He hunts her instead. Now, he has enslaved power and plans for greatness… which comes at humbling consequences. Will the Wish Granter be enough to break him so true righteousness came shine through? Or with this king crush the kingdom in his fists?

Five wishes…. To change a heart of stone

Rules

• Looking for someone who has a good writing style and is experienced to play the king as I will be playing the Wish Granter.
• There will be side characters so be willing to take on another role or three
• This plot has more developing to do so I’m looking for more ideas, PLEASE ADD SOME OF YOUR OWN IMPUT! I’M BEGGING YOU!
• I have the right to accept and deny whoever, so if I don’t like your style ((I will ask for a short sample if I don’t know you)) or you’re just not who I’m looking for, I will ask you to leave.
• NO oneliners
• This is rated M, so be advised, there may be uncomfortable topics (a.e, Self-harm, depression, murder, abuse…). If you don’t feel comfortable with such things, DON’T JOIN.

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Name:
Age: (20-35)

Gender:

Sexuality:

Role: (King or Wish Granter)

Appearance:

General Attire:

Personality:

Other:

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(Can I stalk this?)

May I join and be the Wish Granter?

Yeah, you can Topaz!
And Emi, did you read the rules?

Oh heck

I read everything but the first lmao

Let me give it another once-over. I’ll be glad to play the King, though.

Great! And this RP is CLOSED! Huggles Emi

Yaaay! Thanks love! Huggles back

No problem, soo…. fill out the temp and we can start tomorrow, ya?

Name: King Marumius “Rumius” Scweldoe

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Omnisexual but closed off (for now ;)

Role: King

Appearance: Long sleek black hair and a full, young face. Sharp nose and even sharper, cleaner reddish-green ones that gleam in sunlight. He doesn’t seem like the type to gleam in light, but his body seems to give off that vibe. 6’ and normal weight. Held in his body mass.

General Attire: His velvet-black royal robes that swish the floor when he walks, with a matching black getup. His shoes are sharp and neat, and they click ominously as he walks through the empty halls of his kingdom. 

Personality: Very cold and demanding on an outside look. Not afraid to fix what he thinks is incorrect and is not afraid to protest against something he doesn’t want. However he is still very young and afraid in his mind, and really quite likable once one gets to know him, with his squishy gentleness and shaking nerve. Extremely stressed out and unhappy as king, though many people perceive him to be power-hungry and animalistic.

Other:

No problem, soo…. fill out the temp and we can start tomorrow, ya?

Sure! Or sooner, lmao

I gotta be off at 9, by rules of my parents so, I'll try to be quick and set up a starter

Alright! How does Rumius look?

Name: She doesn't have one, but he will name her "Reene" which means "Doe" in their language.

Age: Appears to be 21 (But is literally a star soooo…..let's just say she's a LOOOOT older)
Gender:
 Female
Sexuality: Straight (She isn't even sure what love is truly)

Role: Wish Granter
Appearance:
 She has skin of pale brown, covered in white freckles like constellations along her body. But you will see them crowd along the bridge of her nose and up to pan along her forehead. They fade into her bright white hair that hangs down her back. She is 5'8 and softly curved. Her eyes are a dark blue and if you look close enough, you can see stars in them.
General Attire:
 She just fell from the sky in the form of a ball of light, so in actuality, when found, she's naked. But we'll eventually get some clothes on her and you'll come to find she is quite smitten with soft gowns of baby blue and white.
Personality: She is quiet and shy, but quite curious about this new world around her, even though she's homesick. She is gentle and diligenet in what she does, found to be very wise, but her voice is soft, so she is usually unheeded and dismissed for her young age ((as a star)) Taking up this new role as a Wish Granter, she must find a stronger voice, a voice of power and capability, or she will fail in her mission.

Other:

He's great, Emi!

Neat! Alright. Let’s do this.

I'll have to post the starter in the morning, since I have to go in three minutes. Be ready.

Okay! Byyyeeee love youuu

Looovvveeee Yoooouuu toooooo!

Oooooooo smoopptch

Falling. Such a magnificent feeling. Wind engulfs you and you feel light, even as the ground grows closer at an alarming speed. But she didn’t mind it, with eyes closed, she fell from her place in the heavens knowing one day she’d return. Bot for now, she had a job to do.

She landed in a snow covered forrest, her skin sizzling as she rolled to a cooling halt. And for a moment, she just laid there. She was really on Earth, no long was it the unreachable , she was truly there. “Ma’Ato Scrono” Thank you, Father. She whispered as she sat up to look about. The Wind tousled and mused her hair, a farewell kiss as snow flurries swirled in the air. She made herself to stand on shaky legs and look. It was truly beautiful under the sky as it was in it. The Moon cast such a fine light over the Kingdom, illuminating deep green trees and pure white snow. Such wonders she had never truly seen.

Rumius came to a moving stop at the end of a loud crowd near a forest’s edge. He had seen a gleam if light, one that had danced in his eyes like the sun. His brow was furrowed and dark with worry, his lips turned down into a strict frown. He turned over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching, then fled into the forest after the gleam of little. His cloak exploded out as he ran and his footsteps barely left dents in the snow. He was a rather light runner, only running on his tip-toes. Soon he had stopped by a knarled tree, looking up into the sky for more of a sign of where she landed. He did not get one. He cursed and continued to run, growing desperate.

She hugged herself, taking a few steps that sank into the cold snow underneath her. She noticed how her body began to chill, the heat of the fall leaving her. Her dark blue eyes followed her path as she neared a large boulder. Reaching out to touch it, she gasped at the rough, cold texture of it, her fingers pressing through the snow. She moved the snow away and took in the shady color.

Rumius paused, hearing a light gasp in the air. He turned towards the noise, pulling himself through the snow, which crunched, towards a huge boulder. He peered around it, gaspingat the sight. The legends were quite true; Wish Grqntees were so beautiful. He shook himself, replacing his open mouth with a frown.

She jumped back with a yelp, as she came in contact with a pair of eyes, a nose, and lips. A human! She stumbled back and fell on her bum. "H-hiatini co'sem me! Yana!" She raised a hand to stop the human's approach. Don't harm me! Please! She cried.

Rumius jumped and looked around, swallowing nervously. He didn’t understand the girl, and he had no translator at his expense. Perhaps he should’ve brought one.
“I-I… It’s okay, don’t panic,” He said, trying to keep hisnvoic faded, soft, but strict and overpowering.

She shuffled back, her hand still raised. "H-hiatini co'sem me…." She said once more. Who was this strange human and what did it want with her? It's voice was soft, it's features were hard, not like hers. She stopped and looked him over. "We'chimi ta'at?" Who are you? she asked.

“I-I I don’t understand. What are you saying?” He asked, his voice still rather firm. “Please stand up. I’ll get you something to wear.” He took off his cloak, noticing her shaking and shaking it towards her like she was a bull. “Come on, it’s nice and warm.”

She looked to the skin he held before her and shook. What was he doing? Did he want her to take the skin? She wondered why her Father hadn't given her utterance of humans, it would've been very helpful at the time. Perhaps he would later?
In the meantime, she interpreted the human's actions as best as she could. She held out hand to receive the skin.

The king scooted closer and wrapped it around her. “Like that. There. It’s warm. Now… can you come with me?” He asked, signaling with his hands. “I can teach you our language.” He motioned to his mouth and to hers.