Take me home

I have fallen in love with the song runaway by aurora and wanted to do a Rp based off of it.

I was thinking of a OxO romance where one character (A) is forced to runaway from home and meets character B. They bond over a past they will not be able to revisit and fall for each other.

This is just an idea but I was craving something cutesy but sad and emotional. You can give me an idea and we can do thay instead. You're welcome to join if I know you and I would like a small sample I I haven't seen you before.

I will find a template once someone is interested

Oooh I really like this!

Hi! Would you like to join?

Yeah!

Alright! Do you like this idea or do you want another one?

No I deffo like your idea

Great! Would you like a template? And which character do you want, A 9r B?

A, and yeah I'd like a template. Is this gonna be gay or straight or…?

This can be whatever you want. My character is bi and she's pretty awesone

Ahhh okay. I know exactly who to use. Template?

Right, one sec

Name: Ayra Greene (EYE-RAH)
Nicknames: Ayr (pronounced EYE-rh)
Age: 25
Gender: Female She/Her
Sexuality: Bisexual
Looks: Ayra isn't very tall for her age. At only 5'5, she is taller than her friends but at best, is average height. She has mushroom brown hair that reaches just below her shoulder, bangs and is naturally wavy. She styles it up in either a messy bun or a ponytail with a headband/head scarf. She has dark green eye with a black ring around her iris and wears glasses to read. Ayra has pretty pale skin with light freckles around her nose and eyes, a dimple on her left cheek, and a nose piercing. She isn't overly thin, weighing about 125lbs and has a slight hourglass body shoe that could be argued to be a rectangle shape
Unique features/scars/piercings/whatever: Ayra has a healing tattoo of her sister's name on her shoulder, a tattoo of some protective runes on her forearm, a nose piercing, ear piercing, and a scar on her leg from when she fell off her horse as a kid
Clothing Style: Ayra would describe her style as a dark cottagecore. She loves wearing loose tops/blouses tucked into skirts or loose shorts paired with boots. She doesn't like dresses and moves around a lot doing activities so she wears clothes that she can move it. She always has a cloak with a large hood and many pockets, as well as a travelling bag. Ayra will wear dresses if there is a party or an event to go to. Since her sister's death, she has been wearing a dark coloured top with a beige skirt, leggings, and boots. Ayra like jewelry, especially simple rings and bracelets. She always wears a leather bracelet that her sister gave her for their 15th birthday and a silver ring
Family: her sister, her mother, her father, and her cat
Other: Ayra hates peanuts

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** Name:** Starla Irie Ravenswood
** Nicknames:** Star, Lala, Rascal
** Age:** 23
** Gender:** Female, she/her
** Sexuality:** bisexual
** Looks:** she stands at about 5'0, the shortest in her family. Her hair is in a short bob cut, currently dyed dark blue with bright green tips. She is about 125 pounds, and has a large mole on her cheek,and her eyes are gold colored . Normally wearing black sweats, an imagine dragons hoodie, and headphones, along with a black back pack, with gold and silver stars on it.
** Unique features/scars/piercings/:** She's got a septum piercing,and a large space ship tattoo on her thigh. Usually is carrying a skate board.
** Family:** Mother and father, drug addicts. Her older brother Ashton. Stripper. And her pet black cat Spludge, a kitten in her pocket.
** Other:** She is fascinated with space and the stars, knowing how to read the stars like the back of her hand. Oh and she can do parkour

I like her! Do you want me to start?

Yes please

(I forgot to mention that this is set in a medival type time where modern technology hasn't been created, the fastest way to travel is by horse, and there are monarchies)

It was a warm evening, the sun had almost fully set, and people were heading home to their families and a nice hot meal. Ayra licked her lips, it had been some time since she last had a hot meal, always jumping from place to place. She lived in a small cabin near the edge of the forest, far from the prying eyes of the townsfolk but she still knew many people here. Even now she could hear the sounds of a fiddle and flute coming from Alvin's tavern. The music and laughter was occasionally broken by the sounds of her horse's hoofs. She jumped off his back, the gravel crunching under her feet and tied his lead with the other horses. She made her way to the entrance with her hood up and threw open the doors.

People grew silent and looked at her expectantly. She took off her hood and tossed back her hair. "Evening lads, next rounds on me!" A loud cheer went around as mugs were raised and barmaids went around the room, filling up cups. Alvin passed her a cup as she sat near the fire and smiled. The 50 something year old man had been like a father to her after he own had tossed her out of her kingdom. It was thanks to him she built her new home away from everyone. "Aye lass, yeh have such an aura about yeh, the room lights up when yeh walk in." He winked at her and took a seat. "Thank you Alv, but I dint come here often, I think that all you." She grinned and knocked back her drink.

(OH WELL I should've used Evelyn then coz Crystal and her adopted kids…and the whole Starla back story now has to completely change but it's okay)

(I'm sorry I completely forgot to mention that! If you want you can change the character)

(okay sweet lemme put up a new character then)

Name: Evelyn Rose Dimon
Nicknames: Sunny, Sunshine, Ev', Evy, Rose.
Age: 25
Gender: Female she/her
Sexuality: Omnisexual
Looks: She stands at about 5'4,only weighing at about 116. She has her hair buzz cut into a flop. Her hair is naturally blonde, with blue grey eyes. She is skinny, and bony, and rambunctious.
Unique features/scars/piercings/: She has a small rose tattoo on her shoulder, marking her as a princess and royal property. She hates it, knowing that will get her killed someday. She also has a lot of scars from falling out of trees, breaking her arms. Regular childhood adventure stuff. Normally carrying a guitar, usually has her cat Precious, a Siamese Tabby cat mix, and her twin brother,Evan, with her.
Clothing Style: She is normally seen in commoners clothes, not liking dresses the way Evan does. And even when she does wear nicer garments, she always gets mud and dirt on it.
Family: Well her brother really. Her mom died while giving birth too her two children and her father was an abusive alcoholic drunk.
Other: They were brought to Crystal Love Rosethorn, Queen of Obdin, and she decided to just adopt the poor kids. They've been royalty ever since, but Evelyn never lost her street life roots. She ran away as soon as she could, to take up music, and Evan decided to tag along. At this point, the pair are the eldest, nearly besides Clara, of 16 kids. So they figure if they left too follow their dreams, it would go unnoticed. And so far, it has. But the town they've arrived at, may be the last time she sees Evan for he has found his mentor for theater and the arts, and tracked them down here. The pair must part, as Evelyn chases down a life of adventure.

Evelyn was riding through town, her horse now not looking at all like the royal creature it was used to being. The ribbons and flowers braided into it's mane long gone, and she traded her nice saddle for a more common one. It was a tough running away, but she managed in her misery. Evan was close behind. It had been a long day of riding, as they had gotten lost twice trying to find the township the pair now just arrived in. Evelyn, admittedly, got them lost both times. But now, they came upon a warm and welcoming tavern. They both silently pulled up. Evelyn got out her guitar from the back straps of her saddle, Evan made sure to tie the ropes tight and feed the horses a few apples while she tuned up. Then, arm in arm, the pair walked in. Here, they knew they wouldn't be recognized. Or so they hoped. As they walked up to the bar. She set down two gold coins. "A couple mugs of beer." She felt a jab in her side. "OOF! Please. That was uncalled for!" "Mother would never let you get away with being so rude." "Yeah well she ain't here."

Ayra saw a pair come in and offer gold coins to the barkeep. She saw how Alvin's eyes widened as he made his way over tk them and swiped the coins. "Aye lassie, what d'yeh think yer doing? Yeh ain't from around here are yeh, no one uses gold coins at a tavern in these parts, not unless yer advertising yer wealth!" He hissed, giving them back to the girl. Ayra took her feet off the table and walked to the bar, setting her mug down a couple seats away and watched them from the corner of her eye. "Aye Mary, bring me one of your finest meals and another drink, haven't had a warm meal in some time." She grinned, tossing a couple copper pieces and a single bronze piece onto the counter, hoping the newcomers could see the normal currency used in these parts. Mary, a brunette with green eyes, scooped up the money and slid it into her apron pocket. Ayra grabbed her wrist and winked at her, sliding another bronze piece in her hand. "Get yourself something." Mary laughed and went to grab her food

Evelyn's eyes sparkled. "See Evan I told you, you grabbed the wrong bag." "Well it isn't my fault. I wouldn't be so tired if you didn't get us lost, Sunny." She sighed and flicked over some silver. "Keep the extra as a tip, for being so kind." She then put the guitar in her lap and started out a tune. For now, simple fiddling, but the old sad piano in the corner Evan was eyeing, planning on giving it some life. She sighed and noticed a few men watching her. "Don't Evelyn." "Hey, if anyone can run a good betting table it's me. Remember how I got in Obdin?" "So good not even knights could beat you. But lay low until you're on your own. And accustomed to the people. Besides we need to find a place to make camp." Evelyn huffed. "Fine. But we best check out horses like clock work, so no one tries anything." Evan nodded put down a few coppers. "2 bowls of your best soup please."

Alvin nodded and went into the kitchen, barking out an order. The smell of roast meat and vegetables hit Ayra and she started salivating a bit. Mary set a platter of roast beef and vegetables with fresh bread and a soup in front of Ayra. She grabbed a small peice of cheese from behind the counter and set it in front of her. Ayra ate a couple bites then turned to face the newcomers. "How you do? Been livin' here for a while but I've never seen you around." She said, wiping her mouth with the back of her sleeve.

"We're travellers from Obdin." Evelyn cut off Evan before he could even speak. He was a bad liar, and in these parts well, who knew who was listening. "My brother here is meeting a mentor here to become a theatrical director, and I'm just making my way in the world. Music and adventure for me. How about yourself, pretty lass?" She smirked a bit as their beer was set down, and Evan and Evelyn took a drink at the same time.

"Aye, you seem like an adventurer but you are a bit too clean and well spoken to be travellers. I come and go as I please, live at the edge of the town and earn my keep by completing quests from all around." Ayra gestured at the guitar laying at her feet. "Music you say? Mind giving us a show? I'm sure the other musicians would be more than happy to accommodate you." She smirked

She sighed. "Run away royalty. Queen Crystal is looking for us probably. Isn't the life for us. Maybe you could teach us a few things. And we better be able to give you a show. I know few good sea shanties myself. I've snuck myself into too many bars and too many ships not too. Evan has decided to remain refined in his stuck up ways." "I am NOT stuck up Evan. I just like to keep myself formal, with a cold front. You let down your guard to easy around pretty people." "What of it? Big beautiful eyes like that? She could hypnotize anyone if she wanted." Then their food was set down and they began to feast.

Ayra was a bit taken aback with how quickly the two spoke. "Ahem, thank you for the compliment. I myself know what it means to be on the run–" she paused to roll up her sleeves and pull down the collar of her shirt. "There's a reason I have all these scars." She smiled ruefully, glancing at the 8 or so scars, crisscrossing around her arms and the large one starting on her right shoulder and ending right above her breast. Ayra tied her shirt closed but kept her sleeves rolled up, turning to take another bite of her meal. "I can help you out, nit many people here have good intentions, especially not when you look as nice as the two of you do." She smiled.

"What oh these old rags? Ain't nice at all. Evan insisted on laundry. He's used to being spoiled. And what's the price on having you as a tutor of these parts?" Evan just kept quiet, a bit butt hurt, enjoying his soup and beer in peace. He eyed everyone else and then handed Evelyn his bag of coins once he finished. "I'm gonna go check on the horses." And walked away.

A soft laugh came from Ayra as she finished the rest of her meal and leaned back against the counter. "I don't work with people, I'll work for them. You need a place to live, I can find or build on for you. You need a medicine only made in a faraway land, I'll get it for you. But if you need a babysitter or a teacher, best not to bug me with that." She smiled half heartedly. A joyful tune started playing and a few people started dancing. A young fair-haired boy came and took Ayra by the hand, doing a dance with her. Alvin wiped the counter and chuckled. "Ah, don't mind her. The lassie has been through much and doesn't want ta get attached ta anything again. Tis why she leaves town, and her home so often. If yeh don't stay in one place for too long, yeh can't get attached."