well wow apparently gods exist (Closed//Stalkers Enabled)

i'm gonna bring back an idea from a dead rp with whoever joins this yay.

hi

it's moi

so what we doing?

ugh okay so i'm gonna go to one of my unfortunately dead RPs and bring back an idea.

an that ugh was instinct because i'm dead

okie dokie I'll wait

So my character will be a mysterious (not to mention hot because I'm still young) male character (who is dressed in a hoodie and jeans, so your character cannot see his face) who walks up to your character, a poor (gender) who was walking home from a gas station just down the block. He holds out what looks like a locket, and blinks expressionlessly.
"I need you to come with me; we need to be away from prying ears." His voice says that he is about middle-aged and male. You're good at defining small details about a person, even if you can't see their face.

It's Open, and I play the male. I don't care if there is shipping, or if it is an LGBT+ one. Your character has to be at least 25 years old. Cussing is allowed.

This leaves many open doors. Okay.

yes i have good ideas laughs soulessly

Name: Mozerella Cheese (was abandoned at birth so gave herself this name)
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Trans, Straight
Appearance: Gray hair that used to be golden brown, bunny slippers, extremely old jeans and a thin shirt with holes, a knapsack and a civil war canteen

"Who are you? What's that?" Mozzarella asks cautiously.

(I'm not making a template if that's okay and I'll be referring to him as Havenwood)

Havenwood moved his shoulders back and straightened up a little. "I'll answer those questions once we move away from the crowd. Please, take the locket, and I'll find a place we can talk."

Mozzarella snatches the locket, feet poised to run. But just as she's about to dash, she catches a glimpse of Havenwood's eyes. They're a little yellow like the owner's been on cocaine. But it's blue, too, because the other half of the eye is green.
She remembers those eyes.
Stuffing the locket in her knapsack, she steps away from him.
"Where are we going?"

(actually his eyes are a silvery color and his pupils are white. :p)

"Perhaps back to your place? You have to have some privacy somewhere." Havenwood looked around.

(sorry that's cool)
"How do you know my place? And, before I make any wrong acquaintances, what do they call you?" Mozzarella has lived in these city slumps for so long she knows that street people like her don't have names, they're called by other people. Her earliest friends called her Mozzarella Cheese, so that's what she's called. She has no real name - no one here in the slumps ever does.

(that's okay. ^~^)

"Call? I'm not from here if that's your question. I'll explain everything once we arrive at your home."

"I don't have a home. Does it look like I do?"

Gods, right down my throat, huh? Havenwood thought sarcastically, before inhaling deeply to try and keep his head.
"Yes. And if that's the case, allow me to lead you somewhere more private? I swear, I won't hurt you."

"Yeah, well, that's what everyone says, and I've learned to say no to that request. Lemme see your face, and what they call you? Why so shady?"

"They don't call me anything. I'm not from around here. I've traveled large distances to try and contact you. I'm not trying to be… what you call shady. And… I cannot show you my face until we're in privacy." Havenwood shifted his weight on another foot.

"Where are you from, then? What do they call you there? You gotta gimmie more before I entrust my life to you, you know."

"You won't be entrusting your life to me." Havenwood sighed. "They call me something stupid where I come from, so those who like me refer to me as Havenwood. Happy?"

(I gtg for a bit so I won't be responding after this for a bit)

Mozzarella wrinkles her nose.
"I'm keeping a distance of ten feet whenever I talk to you. Where are you from, Havenwood? Keep talking." Mozzarella leads him down an alley and up three fire escapes, jumping from roof to roof, and then back down into another alley, where she opens a wooden green door and goes in, slamming the door in Havenwood's face. She expects him to come in after - if he doesn't, then he's really a wimp.

(okay)

Havenwood growled and flung the door open, ignoring her previous request of continuing to talk. "I'm from… Greece." He slammed the door behind him and leaned against it, glaring at her from under his hoodie. His dislike for this mortal was growing astonishingly fast.

"Greece, huh. That's one I haven't heard before. What brought you here, then? It's not every day that someone from Greece corners me with a locket." Mozzarella fingers her sonic blunderbuss that hangs inside her belt carefully - it's loaded with poison darts, just in case.
(is the weapons too sci-fi?)

(hmmm yea i'll allow it)

Havenwood crossed his arms. "I'm here because you make special weapons and I want to offer you a job."

"A job, huh? Well, I don't need no job. That's why I make the weapons, idiot. Apparently, they don't have this kind of life in Greece, because you're bollixed at it. Why do you want me to make weapons, anyway? Greece trying to take over the world or what?" She raised her eyebrows, becoming more suspicious by the moment. "And where does the locket come in? I'm not a jewelry person, in case you can't tell."

Havenwood sighed and pulled down his hood. "Because. I'm a God. It's a direct order from Zeus for me to find a mortal with a select set of skills to assist me. I am Artemis. The God of Hunting and I require more weapons because Mt. Olympus is being attacked."

"What the f***."