Your mother and his father fall in love. They said nothing about him having a son. And now you have a brother. You two have to train together, be presented to the kingdom together, do everything together. You hate it.
Basically this is about a brother and a brother/sister who have to adjust to being at each others side 24/7. This is NOT a shipping rp. I'll post a template once someone joins.
May I join?
(yees of course)
YEET! Am I the brother or you?
(I'm a brother but you can decide if you want to be another brother or a sister it's up to you)
I can be either, I have characters of both genders.
(well you can be either
it's totally up to you)
I shall be a guy!
(Okay!)
(here's a template)
Name:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Age:
Personality:
Appearance:
Flaws:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Name: Sawyer Lathen
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi but leans toward girls
Age: 16
Personality: A little cocky and flirty but helps out as much as he can. Loves his father and looks up to him a lot. Is hesitant about having a new brother.
Appearance: Wavy brown hair about down to his ears. Wide smile and bright green eyes. Strong build.
Flaws: See personality. Also isn't sure he likes the idea of having a new mother.
Likes: Sword fighting and taking walks early in the morning. Studies the stars in his free time.
Dislikes: The attention of being a royal. Being in a big crowd of people. People saying he looks like his mother.
(im sorry that took a while also i forgot this is set in medieval times and the mother and father are king and queen)
Name: Bren Hazelwood
Gender: Trans Male
Sexuality: Aromantic
Age: 18
Personality: Bren is quiet and invisible to most eyes, he is almost completely unmovable. Unless you mention his birth father (A well-known criminal) if he gets used to you or doesn't like you, he will be very snarky.
Appearance: wide brown eyes, fair skin, curly dark brown hair, black glasses, freckles, more feminine frame. He wears a large sweater with a faded design on it, underneath that he has a dark grey shirt on, black stretchy pants, combat boots, he always has his thigh sheath on him which has a sharp knife in it.
Flaws: He is a bit unstable and will break down easily from stress
Likes: painting, his mother, the bakery and, the smell of the ocean
Dislikes: new things, the stone walls of the castle, and being confined in one space.
(So.. you want me to start?)
Please do, I forgot to add that Bren's mum and him were artists.//
(Nice)
Sawyer stood at the front steps straight as a board next to his father. “Is that them there?” He asked, pointing to a carriage coming towards the castles long drive way. “Yes I assume it is.” His father replied, smiling widely.
Bren fidgetted as the carriage pulled up to the castle. "Why can't I just live at home mum?" He asked, his mother looking at him with a soft gaze. "Don't worry sweetie, it'll be fine." She reassured him as the door was opened.
Sawyers father greeted the queen with a kiss on both cheeks and shook Bren’s hand. “Please to finally meet you Bren.” He said kindly as Sawyer stood where he was, scowling.
Bren flinched as his hand was token, he disliked touch. "Nic- Nice to meet you t-too." He stuttered out, noticing the prince.
“This is my son Sawyer, he’s 16. Sawyer, this is Bren and (mother’s name).” The king said, gesturing to each of them. Sawyer nodded to the queen and put out his hand for Bren to shake. He hated how Bren was taller than him, and older.
Bren shook the younger males hand, tilting his head at his glare.
Sawyer let go of his hand and followed his father back into the castle, his hands clasped behind his back.
His mother shot him a sympathetic look, following the two males inside. Bren sighed and trailed after her, into the stone beast.
His father showed them the castle a bit, talking about its history and such. They reached a large marble staircase and his father nudged Sawyer. “Go on up and show Bren his room.” Sawyer glanced over at Bren and started climbing the stairs.
Bren followed him quietly, stopping to look at a piece of art. "Magnificent." He breathed, starring at it.
Sawyer glanced back at him. “There’s a whole gallery upstairs if you’d keep up.” He said, his voice low and a little raspy.
(sorry I haven't been on like at all this weekend)
