You're... Not Scared? (o/o)

Because I am a sucker (yes pun intended) for vampire human relationships, lets do this.

• This is rated mature. Violence, swearing, gore, smexy (of course will be moved to pms) and the usual vampire stuff.
• This is set in a more present time
• I wish to be the vampire bean, please and thank you.
• I would prefer this to be gay. Lesbian or Male. I don't care, it's up to you.
• Please have proper grammar. Or at least decent grammar please.
• I am busy, please understand that if I don't reply straight away.
• I want a good, flowing rp please.
• If I have never roleplayed with you, please give me an example.
• The idea is that the human find the coffin of the vampire bean in the attic of a mansion their grandparent left them in their will, wanting to explore it, they find it's already inhabited by my vampire. We'll see where it goes from there.
• If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

This is also a prompt if you need one: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/394065036146169121/?nic=1a

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I can't see the prompt, but may I?

Sure love!

Fabulous!

No u. XD. Anyways. What kind of relationship would you like to see in this, love?

Hm, I have a smol lesbian who loves science.

Sounds wonderful!

Could you do your character first? Then I can have some time to find my character's profile XD

Name: Ambrosia (Amber) Midnight
Age: Unknown, guessed to be about 300 years of age
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Big lesbian
Appearance:Ambrosia is about 5'4 in height and about 125 pounds in weight. Long silky purple hair that runs down to her back, framing her face prettily. She has cold, ice blue eyes that give no mercy, but can lure you in at seconds notice. She has temptingly plump lips that are usually curved into a mischievous smile, little fangs poking at her bottom lip. Her features are sharp and defined, practically regal in every way. She has rather pale skin, with freckles littered along her skin everywhere, and I mean everywhere. She has an hourglass frame, and is very well built. She has a bigger chest, smaller middle, and larger hips. Her posture is near perfect, holding a confident air to it. What she's normally seen wearing is a simple tank top, with a sheer black long sleeved crop top over it, black booty shorts with fishnet and combat boots.
Personality: Ambrosia fears no man. She's confident, cocky and outspoken. She speaks her mind, and has a silver tongue. She's usually a large flirt, loving to make people into a blushy mess. She takes pride in herself and won't let anyone take her down. She does need blood quite often, but she likes the thrill of the hunt, taking prey, drinking some of their blood, wiping their memory and healing their wounds before running off. She doesn't prey on children or the elderly, preferring their blood to be strong and sweet.
History: It's of unknown origin. But she was bitten at the age of 20. She'll tell more if she feels comfortable.
Likes: She likes cats, the night, the cold, being alone, exploring the mansion, reading books, learning about the human world, music, archery and sword practice.
Dislikes: When people are unfair, greed, hatred, abuse towards animals or children, the heat, being alone… all the time, dogs (since they're very loud in her opinion) noise.
Strengths/talents: Those of a vampire, cooking, archery, sword play
Weaknesses: the sun, working, children, cats, silver, garlic (it makes her stomach upset but she can have it)
Hobbies: She tends to stick to music, such as playing the piano, or practicing fencing, cooking, cleaning, or just sleeping.
Habits: When she's lying she tends to scratch at the back of her neck, when she;s flirting she usually bites her lip or twirls her hair, when she's about to cry or she's really upset she shuts down completely.
Alignment: Chaotic neutral
Phobias: the sun, lighting,
Other: She has a cat named Nightshade.

I love her! Give me a moment to write this up!

Okie dokie!

Name: Cherry
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Big gay
Appearance: Cherry is quite tall and somewhat fit, her arms hold tight muscles from working in the gym. Cherry's body is curvy with most of the curve being in her hips. Her eyes are vibrant emerald, her iris has a gold rim on the left eye. The right eye is a darker shade of green than the left. She has wavy red hair cut into a rounded bob with choppy bangs.
Personality: Cherry is a very opinionated woman, not afraid to speak her mind and or use her fists to speak her mind.
History: Cherry works in a lab focused on cancer research through blood. She moved here because it was close to the lab.
Likes: Science, etc. I'm too tired to write more than this right now.
Dislikes: Yeah…
Strengths/talents: She's hella smart, she graduated from college early and got this job as an internship.
Weaknesses: She's a little bit selfish like if her family was in a fire with her research, she'd chose her work.
Hobbies: Doing random science experiments. She'll buy those diy things and make it so much more complicated than needed.
Habits: She often bites her lip until it bleeds, it's a stress response.
Alignment: Chaotic lawfull.
Phobias: She can not handle spiders, at all.
Other:

I love her.

You don't even understand how much I love her!

UwU!

UwU

So, how would we start it?

So I suggested the manor being left in a will for your character. So maybe she moves in and explores before finding Ambrosia running around in the attic?

Sounds good to me! Should I start or you?

I can start once I get home if that's okay.

It would probably make sense if you started though, lol.

Probably, I can start than!

Cherry hummed as she unlocked the door of her new home. Once she entered, she sneezed. "Jeez, dusty much. I'll need to clean to put up my equipment…" She muttered to herself, pouting dramatically. Cherry brushed into the next room, putting all her things down in this one. I've been told this place is haunted, nice. I mean, it did put a pretty large discount on the house.

Ambrosia was relaxing happily in her room, hanging from the ceiling. The mansion was her home, a comfortable place of rest. She perked though when she heard the door open. How interesting… She enjoyed scaring the humans that decided to enter. Might as well entertain herself. She flew down and perched on the shadows.

Cherry tied back her hair and pulled out the cleaning supplies she had bought just in case. Plus, it was a good glass cleaner for her beakers. "Alrighty, let's get started." She declared to herself, grabbing a rag and a few different spray bottles of cleaners and got to work.

Interesting… She hummed before leaving down and transforming into her human form. She darts into the shadows, her head tilted curiously.

Cherry started off by cleaning off the tables in the kitchen, not even looking at the state of the fridge. She couldn't cook anyway, so the only thing that would be going in that fridge was probably her chemicals.

Ambrosia tilted her head before smiling a little. She had to admit, she hadn't seen such a determined spirit in a while. She slinks to the upstairs rooms, cleaning them into perfection in a matter of seconds. She hummed in satisfaction before slinking back to where the other female was. "Curious creature aren't you…" she murmured to herself. "An introduction in in order… But perhaps later… I should go and rest…" She looked at the female before shrinking away and hurrying to her room in the attic.

Once the downstairs rooms were cleaned to her satisfaction, Cherry headed upstairs, raising an eyebrow at the already cleaned rooms. "Stranger and stranger it does get." She muttered, looking around with a frown. "Oh well, I want to check out the attic. Maybe theres some old shit left over from the old owners."

Ambrosia shut the door to the attic, humming to herself. The attic was fairly large, Her coffin lying on the other side of the attic, farthest from the door. The rest of the room was neat and clean, curtains lying over the windows, a desk, canvas's filled with beautiful art, paintings hung on every inch of the wall, a large carpet spanning over the floor, a record player on top of a small desk that held records, a crystal chandelier hung in the center. She crawled into her coffin and fell into the death bed. She sighed and shut her eyes, the coffin lid shutting on top of her.