Egyptian Romance (One/One) (CLOSED)

so! looking at starting a one-on-one! a few things first!:
based off of ancient Egypt (no need to worry about true historical accuracy, im not an expert either). romance based.
swearing is okay!
even though this is primarily historical, i will include some fantasy (nothing crazy, still kind of want to keep it era appropriate.)
innocent peeps are on this site, so dont get….too intense. if you want to continue it to pms thats cool (but im awkward af so im not gonna initiate the pming lolol)

i do have a plan. which i will somewhat spoil now:
i have full intentions of my character dying in the end. (could be the end of the rp….or not? dun dun dunnnnnn )
open to any ideas!

the character id use is: Zahra

also! even though i have a secret bad person brewing, you can add your own! dont hesitate to throw in conflict somehow!!! :D

omg this is so long im so sorry D:

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you got a template or

i can make one, just gimme a wee bit

alrightyyyyy

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feel free to add as much as you want, you can also add other fields if you want as well!

Name- Quillon "Quill" Vizcaino
Age- 20
Race- Egyptian (hes actually mexican but egyptian for this one)
Gender- Male
Appearance/Clothing Choice- He has darkly tanned skin and black hair in a fringe (he's OC mexican but for this he's egyptian I guess.) Dark, dark eyes and on the taller and skinnier side, although one wouldn't notice unless they were to measure him. Has very long, femme, spindely fingers. Quillon likes to wear dark grays, blacks, and navy blues, in the form of robes, togas, sandals, belts, and sometimes headpieces.
Personality- Quillon is…think aladdin. He's quick, smart, perky, funny, sarcastic, energetic, and needs a lot of caffeine to live.
Random Fact(s)- Is an inventor. Like, major. Tony Stark major.

ooo! i like! SO! just as a heads up, my time available on here is a little sporadic, so i already apologize about that. Buuuut did you have any ideas? im open!

(i actually gotta go, ill think up something!)

(okie doki!)

(I'm back, I'm thinking maybe he's using one of the palace rooms as an workspace for his inventions and Zahra comes in like wHat are you doing in my cAsTLe)

(ooo! sounds hilariously awesome! Im in! i can start first if youd like, itll probably take me a wee bit to type something up. otherwise if already have something, you can feel free to start :D)

(Nah you can start I suck at it lol)

It was late, the full moon was placed neatly high in the sky and the stars twinkled brightly. A palace in the midst of a vast desert was sound asleep and not a sound was to be heard…well…aside from the quiet pattering of bare feet on the palace floors. A young woman, dressed in a thick cloak to cover the sheer linen that looked more like undergarments, quickly made her way through the halls. Tired… She yawned as the thought crossed her mind. Moving the hood off of her head, her long, curly brown hair cascaded down her shoulder blades and her sharp ethereal blue eyes scanned the empty corridors.

(sorry about taking a while, work is busy atm lol)

(its fine)
Quillon paced in the small workspace, looking at the half-finished mechanical owl he'd set on a metal pedestal for observation. Everything on the inside was fine, but he'd just come up with a new potential compartment: One that would spout water or mist for bathing and better breathing. But how? He looked up at it, grumbling.
(I also updated his appearance)

Had the woman been any more exhausted, she would have ended up walking right passed the room, but this time, the faint light from candles caught her attention. Stopping dead in her tracks, she stealthily made her way to stand near the doorway. It couldnt have been her husband, he was never up this late, plus, she could have sworn this room was one of the many unoccupied ones. Steadying her breathing, she kept her back pressed against the wall, hoping and waiting to hear a voice.

Quillon stomped at the floor, dropping some screws out of his pocket as he did so. "Shoot," He mumbled to himself under his breath, reaching down to pick it up and pace again.

Definitely not her husband. Damnit…wheres a weapon when i need one! She mentally cursed as she tried to think of a plan. It wasnt like she couldnt fight hand to hand, she would just rather have a weapon of some sort. closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she came to the conclusion that she would just have to deal with it. despite being tired beyond belief, she threw the door open and stood in the doorway, a lethal aura surrounded her as she glared at the man. "Who are you! You have ten seconds to explain yourself!"

Quillon yelled in shock and dropped the tool in front of him again. "I'm Quillon, and I make things, and…I have a thing, and I'm making it, and yeah," He finished, shrugging and picking up the tool again. His nonchalant actions didn't make up for the panic - dare I say fear? In his voice.

Zahra slowly entered the room more, keeping an eye out for any traps or other people in the room. "Let me rephrase the question. What are you doing here." She stayed far enough away where at least he couldnt swing at her, but she moved close enough to some sort of object that she could throw at him if she needed to. "I do not recall ever seeing your face around here before." The tone in her voice said that she was obviously suspicious of him.

"Okay. Yeah, um. I'm…making things. An owl, to be specific. I asked someone who looked important, because I needed a big room, and they were all, yeah! There's a giant, empty storage room you can use. And I was like great! And here I am." He explained carefully, backing up as Zahra advanced.

The intense glare she had on him made it seem like she was trying to set him on fire with her mind, which wasnt too far from the truth. Breathing deeply through her nose, she glanced around the room and the unusual items. "Someone important hm?" She repeated his statement before looking back at him. "Follow me. And if you run I will not hesitate to break one of your legs. Understand?"

"Mhm. Yeah. Got every word." Quillon put the tool in his pocket so as not to drop it, and stepped a little closer, following her.

Turning on her heels, Zahra quickly made her way out of the room and headed down the hall. Her anger continued to build at the thought of Amenhotep being so careless. "How long have you been using that room." she asked without turning around to look at him.

"Um…." Quillon tapped his chin. "I'm thinking like, for about a week now," He answered, glancing nervously at Zahra.

Zahra brought a hand up to her face to massage the bridge of her nose in irritation. "A week? I cant believe this." Rounding another corner, she walked up to a door with a guard standing beside it, whom quickly stepped away from Zahra with wide eyes. Paying absolutely no attention to the guard, she banged her fist against the door harshly. "Amenhotep! Get out here now." Some grumbles and curses came from the closed door, and a few moments later, a disheveled Pharaoh was standing in the doorway.
"Hey…what did you do?" the guard whispered to Quillon as he observed the king and queen bickering with each other while gesturing to the newcomer.

“No idea,” Quillon whispered back, staring wide-eyed after the royals.