as the world caves in // O/O // Closed

It's very late at night, which means it's the perfect time to start an rp! Anyways, I kind of just want to do an apocalyptic rp (but make it spicy). And by spicy I mean add magic, because what is an rp of mine without magic? Nothing, that's what.

Please ask before you join, and I might ask to see a sample if I'm not familiar with your writing style. Other than that, let's go wild and have some fun!

Hello! I'm interested?

(Hello! You're welcome to join! Do you have any ideas you would want to add to this or questions about it? Also, would you want to start in blind or do templates?)

(Ty! I thought maybe a war zone or world after a big war could work? Mostly because I have a character with that Backstory asfhkl
And maybe simple templates to get the basics but leave some to find out during the rp?)

(Alrighty, sounds great! The aftermath of a great, magical war sounds wonderful, actually. And cool, I'll get a basic template with appearance and name and such on it. :)

(Sounds good!)

(Feel free to add anything else you want to it! :)

Name:
Age:
Gender/Pronouns:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Abilities (magic/other):
Occupation Before:
Other:

Name: Nich Brooks
Age: 20?
Gender/Pronouns: Cis Male, He/Him
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: (Extended) Nich is about 5'10 with somewhat tanned skin. He has dirty blond hair and hazel eyes, and he generally has a lithe, athletic build.

Abilities (magic/other): Nich has some control over fire, but in general has little to no magic ability. Aside from magic, he has enhanced physical abilities such as sight, hearing, and smell due to his fox/kitsune attributes. He has decent strength and endurance, but the prosthetics do start to hurt his legs after very extended periods of walking or exercise.
Occupation Before: The war has been going on for as long as he can remember, and he hasn't ever had a formal job. He does sometimes do jobs and favors for people in exchange for food, shelter, or currency.
Other: Nich lost his lower legs as a child due to a landmine since he grew up in an active war zone. He left his hometown as a young teen and has been a drifter ever since. The world has only grown worse since he left.

(Oh, I love your boy!)

Name: Damian Rosewood
Age: 20
Gender/Pronouns: Non-binary transmasc, he/him.
Sexuality: Queer.
Appearance: Barely 5'10" with light brown skin and wavy brown hair so dark it usually looks black that falls to his waist. He usually pulls it back in a braid to keep it out of his face. His eyes are dark brown. He's pretty strong and has a decent amount of muscles. His nose is slightly crooked.
Abilities (magic/other): He can hold his own in a fight, especially if it involves a sword. He has the ability to raise and control the dead. He also knows how to control necrotic energy to a certain extent. He can also sing, though that doesn't really help him much.
Occupation Before: His parents sent him to another country to go to school, but he returned after only a year after hearing the war had reached his village. Unfortunately, by the time he got there, it was too late.
Other: Obsessed with learning more about necromancy. The most dramatic person ever.

(Ty! Damian is super cool as well :0 how should we have them meet?)

(Thanks! Hm… since Nich is a wanderer and Damian is also a wanderer because oops, hometown gone, maybe they just bump into each other looking for a place to stay the night?)

(That sounds fine to me lol)
(I'm a little busy atm so you're welcome to start if you want, or I can throw something together later today if you'd prefer I started)

(Cool! And I can start. :)

It was nearing evening and Damian still didn't have somewhere to stay. This wouldn't be a problem except that he hadn't had a place to stay the last night either. If he had to go two days without sleeping… well, he didn't like the sound of that. It hadn't gone so well the last time.
It didn't help that he was in a rather ruined section of this city. He doubted there would be many people in the area, and even less would be willing to take him in. The best he could hope for was an abandoned building. He didn't have to worry about anyone sneaking up on him, since there were skeletons everywhere these days. He could just raise a few and set them to stand guard. However, he couldn't do that unless he had somewhere out of the way to set up camp. And nothing was looking good yet. Of course it wasn't. Just his luck.
Well, he couldn't give up yet. Maybe there would be something further along. He just had to keep looking. Damian kicked a small piece of rubble and kept walking.

Nich hurried through an abandoned city, rummaging around for supplies or any signs of life. He narrowed his eyes, casting furtive glances around his general vicinity to ensure he wasn't being followed. There wasn't much here, to be honest; he couldn't even be sure that anyone lived here anymore, but surely whoever had lived here years ago had left something useful behind, right? So far, his search was proving futile.
His ears pricked up when he caught the distant sound of displaced stones. There was someone here. He made his way towards the sound as quietly as possible, but his metallic prosthetics made it impossible for his footsteps to be totally silent. After walking a little further, he caught a glimpse of someone walking through the city and he obscured himself around the corner of a crumbling building, watching the stranger with caution, but a strong interest and curiosity as well. He hadn't seen another living person in ages.

Damian kicked another piece of rubble as if that would magically make the perfect place appear. It didn't, which he was expecting. It was fine, though. He still had a bit of time before the sun completely disappeared.
Damian went to kick yet another piece of rubble but froze before he did. There was someone else there. He'd heard footsteps and was 80% they weren't his. Damian turned towards where he thought the sound came from, hand drifting towards the sword strapped to his back.
"Is someone there?" Damian called softly. He didn't want to scream the words and call undue attention to himself, but he really did want to check if there was another person there. He hoped they were friendly. Although he would be able to take care of them if they weren't… he really didn't want to. He was tired.

Nich continued to follow for a bit, but bristled when Damian noticed him. He considered for a moment, but since Damian didn't look to be in great shape, he figured he had the upper hand if Damian happened to be hostile. So, he hesitated, but soon peeked out from behind the building, and then stepped out into the open where he was visible. One ear twitched as he stared down the stranger, but he tried his best to not seem aggressive. He had weapons on him, but he didn't reach for any of them. "I haven't seen anyone around here in a long time…" He murmured, his voice cracked and soft from disuse. "Why are you here?"

Damian only had to wait a few seconds before the other person showed themself. And good news, they didn't immediately charge at him or even draw a weapon! Hopefully, his luck would hold.
"You're the first person I've seen around here too, darling. I could ask you the same question." Damian flashed the stranger a brilliant grin. He casually let his hand fall from the hilt of his sword and started towards them. Shouting at each other from a distance was what he classified as a bad idea in his book. He just prayed they didn't take his approach as a hostile sign and try to kill him. "But to answer your question, I'm just passing through."

Nich took a step back when Damian started to approach, his prosthetics making a dull, metallic thud as he did so. Although he was clearly wary, and rightfully so, he didn't run off or fight yet. He just wanted to stay on his guard in case Damian turned out to be aggressive for whatever reason. "Me as well… but I spend a decent amount of time in this general region. It's all but abandoned, so there isn't usually competition for what means of survival remain." He ran his fingers through his hair, bumping his ears in the process. Damian appeared human as far as he could tell, so he hoped that he wouldn't take the offensive due to Nich's inhuman appearance. It had definitely caused him some trouble in the past. "What are you looking for?"

As Damian drew closer, he could see that this stranger wasn't human. Or, he was at least only partly human. Well, this was quite an interesting situation. He didn't particularly care that this person wasn't fully human, though. After all, he was a necromancer. He was hardly in the position to judge anyone. "Hmm, a local, are you?" Damian stopped within a few feet of the stranger, eyes flicking up and down his figure. He looked a bit fox-like, what with the ears and such. He also didn't look all that threatening. On guard, but not actively threatening. "Don't worry, darling, I'm not trying to take over your area. I'm simply looking for a place to spend the night." Damian gave the stranger a reassuring smile. If he'd known someone spent a lot of time here, he would have kept going. Some people were really touchy about their area. In his defense, though, this place had looked very, very abandoned. How was he supposed to know someone was around here?

"I don't live here or anything, if that's what you're thinking. Just trying to survive like anyone else. I'm sure there's other people around that I just haven't run into." Nich took another step back, not wanting the stranger too close to him yet. He didn't seem threatening, but he couldn't take any chances in a world like this. He looked around with a soft hum, trying to remember which buildings were structurally sound enough to be safe enough to sleep in. A lot of these buildings were crumbling pretty significantly and weren't safe. "Well… um… I could try and show you a place to sleep, then?" He offered. "If there is anyone else here, they're not near enough to be in any of the buildings in our direct vicinity, so you don't have to worry about that."

That was a relief. Damian sighed internally, keeping his face perfectly calm. There was no need to let the other person know he was worried about that. He noted the step back, having to suppress a little laugh. He wasn't that scary, was he?
"If you wouldn't mind, darling." Damian glanced towards the sun, which was almost completely down at this point. "Oh, I'm not worried about other people," he added offhandedly. Skeletons could protect him from other people, after all, but they couldn't protect him from getting crushed by a collapsing building.

"Right… um…" Nich looked around with a soft hum. He didn't really notice that it was getting dark since he could still see perfectly fine. He thought that it was weird that Damian kept calling him darling, but considering that no one had really interacted with anyone else much as of late, he didn't pay it much mind. He gestured for Damian to follow and led the way through the empty streets to a building that appeared to be structurally sound enough to not fall in on itself during the night. "It should be safe here. There aren't any doors, but there aren't doors anywhere, so it's the best you'll get around here."

Damian pulled his braid over one shoulder, twisting the end around his finger as the stranger looked around for a good building. Would this guy stick around once he'd raised his night guards? Probably not. Most people didn't enjoy spending the night being guarded by dead people. The stranger waved at him to follow him, then started down the road. Damian walked after him, eyes darting about at the empty and crumbling buildings they passed.
The stranger stopped in front of a building that seemed to be more put together than most of the ones they'd passed to get there. "That's fine." Damian waved a hand dismissively. He hadn't expected doors anyway since, as the stranger had said, there were never doors. "Will you be staying here as well, darling?" He glanced over at the stranger, raising an eyebrow at him. Damian sort of hoped he'd say no, just so he didn't have to go through the 'oh gods you're a necromancer' phase yet again.

Nich shrugged. "I can. There's several floors if you don't want to be near each other, or I can go somewhere else entirely." He looked around and scratched at his ears again. He'd stayed in most of the buildings in the area at this point and hadn't died yet, so he could definitely find somewhere else if Damian insisted that he didn't want him to stay.
"It's up to you. Doesn't really matter to me." He started exploring the floor they were on to figure out what was there; mostly to make sure that there weren't any wild animals that might attack them. Just because there weren't any people here didn't mean that it was safe, after all.

"Oh, I don't care either. Stay wherever you want." Damian shrugged, turning his attention to his next task: finding some dead people. It was never hard these days. He closed his eyes, extending his senses outwards. It didn't take him long to find some in the next building over. Damian opened his eyes, flicking his fingers towards the wall. The sound of rubble moving sounded faintly from the outside, and a few seconds later, a small group of skeletons surrounded by silky black magic walked in.
"You, guard that door." Damian pointed at the biggest skeleton. "The rest of you, stand around the outside of this room. No one in or out." Damian looked up at the stranger. "Except for him," he added, waving towards him. All the skeletons turned to look at the stranger, then marched off to their assigned spots. "You can leave, if you want. They won't stop you." Damian dropped to the ground, looking up at the stranger.

Nich looked up worriedly when he heard noises from the outside, and bristled upon seeing what appeared to be a group of dead people approaching the door. He relaxed a little when he noticed that Damian appeared to be in control of them, but that didn't make him feel much better. So he's a necromancer, I guess… at least he seems to not be aggressive for now. I'll keep my guard up. He seemed uneasy, but said nothing, simply sitting on the floor after a few minutes so that he could remove his prosthetics. He lay them on the floor beside him with a soft sigh. "S-So, um… I guess we should get to know each other a little bit, even if we're only knowing each other for a night. Um… my name is Nich. You?"

Damian turned his attention to his own preparations when it became apparent that the stranger would be staying. That was a new one. Most people sprinted away the moment they realized what kind of magic he did. It was refreshing to not have that happen for once.
Damian took off his backpack and set it down beside him. He was planning on getting out a bit of food, but before he could unzip his backpack, the stranger started talking again. Introducing himself, no less.
"There's no need to sound so nervous, darling. I don't bite," Damian said, leaning back slightly and peering over at the stranger. Well, Nich, as he said his name was. "Nice to meet you, Nich. I'm Damian Rosewood." Damian gave Nich a half-smile, half-smirk, and a little wave because why the hell not.

"Excuse me for being wary… most strangers I run across aren't quite so passive." Nich laughed weakly and looked down at his prosthetics, and then the stumps to which they connected. He'd lost his legs when he was young, so he was used to it by now, but that didn't really make it any easier. He was just glad that he was able to get around pretty well despite his injuries.
"So, uh… sorry if this is too personal; you don't have to answer if so, but… what brought you here?" He asked. "You survived, after all. Not everyone is lucky enough to say the same."

"Heh, I suppose that is true." Damian shrugged, remembering the many meetings he'd had that hadn't turned out quite so… passive, so to say. Now that he was thinking about those, he shouldn't be so quick to trust Nich. Damian turned towards the smallest skeleton he'd raised, which had taken up residence by what used to be a window. Keep an eye on that one. He glanced towards Nich. The skeleton looked towards him as well. Wake me if he tries anything funny. The skeleton let out a small hiss of agreement and turned back towards the window. It wasn't exactly the most subtle way of letting one of his minions know what to do, but hopefully, the knowledge that he was being watched would dissuade Nich from trying anything at all.
"Oh, me?" Damian blinked serenely at Nich. "It was pure luck in my case. I happened to be out of the country when the war reached us. Nothing more." His tone was light, but he couldn't help the small bit of anger that entered his eyes at the thought. He couldn't have done anything about it, regardless of where he was at the time, but that didn't stop him from being furious over what had happened to his home. "It's not exactly easy to stay in one place these days. Especially if you have my kind of magic. People don't take kindly to it." Damian let out a soft laugh, twisting a bit of silky black magic around his fingers. "You don't seem to mind, though."