One on One Because Things Are Slow. (Closed)

Maybe a Fantasy or Sci-fi genre? Any other ideas are appreciated!

General:
-No one liners please! That gets complicated to respond to.
-Will be rated R for profanity and suggestive scenes.
-This might be LGBTQ, as most of my characters are either bisexual or pansexual, so if that’s not okay then don’t be rude about it.
-As a Hispanic, racial slurs will not be accepted here.

Hello! Do you have any certain character preferences you prefer?

Alrighty. I can be a male, I usually use male characters anyways lmao. You can be whatever gender, or if you’re wanting your character to be a straight male, I can be a female.

Okay, sounds great! Here’s the character sheet, and I’ll make my character…

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Race:
Appearance:
Usual Clothing:
Personality:
Talents:
Weaknesses:
Background:
Other:

I’m making mine to be 22, so I’d say around there.

Name: Thatcher Wain
Age: 1725, but would be around 22 in human years.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Straight.
Race: Caucasian.
Appearance: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/805299977095806697/, more of a toned and slim build, unusually tall (around 6’6), tattoo of a scythe on his right forearm.
Usual Clothing: Black long sleeved button up, black slacks, black dress shoes, various bronze rings on his fingers.
Personality: Ambivert, logical, quiet, kind, thoughtful, affectionate, generous, can be a bit stern, not rebellious at all, protective, observational, sweet.
Talents: Catching others in lies, cooking, is good with animals.
Weaknesses: Grows attatched to others too easily, can be seen as insensitive, terrible at keeping secrets.
Background: Thatcher is what is known as a Reaper. He was created during ancient times, where he has helped to control the population. Though, he is not able to kill or bring life to whoever he wants to. Names appear on a small notepad at random times, and those are the people who’s lives he is allowed to meddle in. He doesn’t look like or act like a stereotypical Grim Reaper, though he does use a scythe to reap. Around the age of 963, he found and adopted a hellhound pup, which he named Nike. The three headed hound quickly became his closest companion.
Other: None.

Your character looks great! I guess we could have the setting be in a town/city area.

(Thank you! I’ll go on ahead and start.)

It was a beautiful evening in the city park. It was not too crowded, so Thatcher had plenty of privacy. It was close to quiet, no chattering voices or dogs barking. But, there was the sound of something being ripped apart by the bench he was sitting on- Nike. She had gotten hungry, so Thatcher had brought her to the park area to feed. Nike had caught a rabbit, and was now ripping into it with one of er heads while the other two relaxed. Thank god humans can’t naturally see her, he thought, nose scrunched as he looked at the gore.

Thatcher was snapped out of his delighted daze like state when someone ran straight into his legs. He heard Nike snarl, and he was satisfied that the woman who had run into him couldn’t hear her. “Oh god, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” He asked quickly, standing up. He stood straight, now being at his full, towering height.

(It’s all good.)

“No, no, it’s okay,” Thatcher insisted, eyes flicking over the woman’s, attractive, figure. Nike seemed to know where his train of thought was going, and two of her heads gave a low growl of warning while the third seemed curious about the woman. “I’m surprised to see someone else out here around this time, considering it is a bit late,” he hummed.

“Yes, the night is so much calmer than the day time,” Thatcher added, nodding his head slowly. A smile made its way onto his lips slowly, and he held out a hand for the woman to shake. “I’m Thatcher.”

“Adeline, beautiful name. French, I believe, meaning nobility,” Thatcher said. He tried to remember what he knew about nobles from the medieval age. So, he still kept his grip on Adeline’s hand, actually raising it as his head tilted down to press his lips to her knuckles. After, he lowered her hand before letting go and folding his hands behind his back.

“Really? Interesting,” Thatcher hummed, the smile lingering on his lips. His eyes left Adeline and glanced around the park. It was growing darker, and there were barely any street lights in that area. He was aware of how certain humans could be. Some sick human could take advantage of a pretty girl like Adeline if she was to be alone. “You know, it’s getting late. How about I walk you to your home?” He suggested.

“Are you sure?” Thatcher pressed on. “I may have just moved here, but I don’t think it’s safe to be wandering around this area at night.” Nike gave a soft growl behind him, getting up from where she had been laying. At her full height, her heads reached up to Thatchers mid-torso. That was very tall, considering how tall Thatcher was.

“Mm, if you say so,” Thatcher hummed, nodding slowly. “How about I get your number? We can possibly grab coffee, if that sounds okay,” he offered. He would make sure that Adeline got to her home safe. He couldn’t follow her, that would be creepy. Thankfully, he had Nike to watch.