"You're cute, for a human." "Can you stop flirting with me while we're on the job?" (0/0) Open

(This sounds fun! I’d love to join, if you’d like :)

(I’m a big fan of both sci-fi and fantasy. And I’d be ok with being the human or other, honestly. It’s up to you :)

(Okay, then I’d like to be the human)

Name: Leon (Leo) King
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexuality: (tbd)
Appearance: Skin paler and sicker than most, yet still holding slight color. Sunken blue eyes that hold knowledge beyond his years. His hair is a straight dark black that often falls in his face, contrasting with his skin. He seems to always look tired, but he still carries himself high and proud like a leader. His build is quite toned, though, but could still be considered lithe. His body is littered with scars that he refuses to tell the stories of, and he keeps them hidden often. Stands at roughly 6’0”.
Attire: Standard K.P. uniform on the job, but in the meantime, normally just something he can move around easily in. However, he rarely wears shorts or short-sleeves as to preserve his scarred body. Though, when he’s alone or with someone he trusts, he doesn’t mind.
Why they joined K.P.: He always wanted to help people, and keep the peace essentially. He’s always been a sort of “older brother” figure to his acquaintances, so protecting a city was the next step. (Also to prevent the situation that happened with his parents, if the backstory is alright).
Backstory (optional): (tbd, but I’m thinking he lost his parents in a war between races a long time ago, if that works)
Other: He can be quiet, cold, and calculating but he cares deeply about those around him and has the ability to take a joke.

Hope he works! Let me know if I should change anything.

(Nope— that was the point lol)

(She sounds great!)

(Alrighty. Would you like to start tomorrow?)

(It’s alright, no rush at all!)

((Sure. Is there any specific setting you’d like to start in? It’s your story so I wouldn’t know much about the K.P. Do they have an admissions ceremony or whatever, when a member gets finally crowned a member of the K.P.? We could start there if you’d like.)

Leon wasn’t the kind to be openly worried. Although, with the crowds, the other K.P. members, the generals… everyone watching, it would be no easy feat keeping his composure.

Leon was decked out in his full K.P. uniform, which was never a surprise. He was always the professional one, with his hair brushed out of his face for the first time in only a couple days. Though as strands fell back into his face, he kept his pale hands clasped tightly behind his back, standing as straight as he could with his head tilted high. It would only be moments before his name was called.

There weren’t many people getting admitted to the Keepers of Peace this year. That goes to say, not many people were in the training program either. For Leon, like those around him, he had gone through rigorous scenarios to get here. And— just the fact that it was actually finally happening— his heart continued to beat faster and faster.

He kept his eyes from wandering, having them lock straight forward until his name was called. But based on his memory, there were a couple other races here. Not a big surprise, though, being the only human.
A notable person, however, stood beside him. He couldn’t pick out key details because he kept his eyes from leaving their distinct place on the general at the stand, but on the limited vision he had, he could tell it was Lyra Drashen. He didn’t know her well, nor had any interest in doing so, but she was a hulking Keplarian. Leon was no stranger to the race, but being next to one wasn’t the first thing he wanted. She could snap him in half if she wanted to. Not that he wouldn’t put up a fight, but in training, he recalled her performing up to par.

With a deep breath, the cold air knocking him back to the task at hand, he tried to calm his thrumming heart. Yet, every minute made it drum harder. Their names would all be called soon.

_{(Sorry it’s a little short for a starter but there’s not much I know on the subject, so I’ll let you take most creative liberty with it :)}

(Don’t worry about it, your writing is great! :)

Leon took a deep breath, still holding his head high. With a stride forward, he began his ascent to the stage.

His steps were nothing but confident, his hands still clenched behind his back. Nothing outside showed his nervousness… well, could it even be considered that? The deed was done. He had been accepted. He had performed wonderfully in the training. He even had surpassed races with tactical advantages.

So maybe the beating of his heart could be tied to excitement instead. The future was unknown, but he was finally doing what he had been wanting his entire life. Or… ever since the war.

With a last sauntering step, he stood aside the general. He pivoted on his heel, keeping his back to the stage’s wall and looking out amongst the crowd. With a final breath of relief, he was awarded his official K.P. seal— a small patch on the left side of his chest, directly over his heart. The infamous sign of the Keepers of the Peace. The general walked back to his stand as Leon’s uncertainty melted away. The rush of adrenaline pumped heat through his veins, as he was finally considered an official member of the K.P.

And with that, the general called the next name.