Note: This is not a romance. It is based on the story I'm writing right now, this RP is an experiment to see how well it works. Not a romance!
He is a bodyguard, a human man working in the employ of a wealthy Elvish family, charged to protect their little daughter at all costs. He has sworn to protect her as long as he lives in the hopes of redeeming himself of his darker past.
She is a blind little child, considered weak and helpless. She has to see the world with her ears and hands instead of her eyes. All she has ever known is the inside of her home.
When war comes, her family is killed but he saves her, determined to follow his solemn oath and protect her to his last breath. He travels with her, determined to take her to a place safe and untouched by the war of the Elves vs. the humans. He must learn to let go of the past and she must learn to stand on her own.
Sorry if it's rough or unclear. Ask me if you have any questions. I will be playing the bodyguard.
((Okay! ^-^ And yup, I know. :) Tech Week for me, so I'll barely be on anyway))
((Okey dokey. ^-^ I'll post my skellie ))
((3-7 is good. :) And the story starts after their escape))
((Here's my skellie! :D))
Appearance: Tall and broad, well muscled. Very tanned from a life spent outdoors. Big, rough, calloused hands. Scars all over from various things. The most noticeable scars are big claw marks across his neck. He has a tattoo of a snake on his right arm. His nose is crooked from being broken, and his face has a stony chiseled look to it. He has bright blue eyes and thick eyebrows. His hair is dark brown, shaved off close to his head.
Personality: Very serious and quiet. He avoids trouble if he can, but if push come to shove he will do anything and everything to defend what's close to him. He will take all kinds of insult to himself, but the moment anyone dares to say anything about someone or something close to him, he will fight back hard. Not very trusting at all, and very protective.
Bio: He was a soldier once, skilled soldier turned bodyguard. He once had a family of his own, but they were all killed in an act of revenge by one of his enemies. He failed to protect them, and they died because of him. More to be discovered.
((Okey dokey. ^-^))
((Of course. One sec. ))
Crag walked along slowly and carefully, staring straight ahead. He kept a solemn eye on the faded path in front of him. The light from the full moon filtered down through the dark trees, offering little light on the path. Crag kept moving. Rocks and trees and thorns covered the ground, but he ignored them, easily stepping over them and kicking them aside. In one hand, he carried a small staff made of smooth wood. In his other arm, he carried a small bundle wrapped in a blanket.
((He's carrying her))
((Nah, I'm sorry. Should've made that clearer. :P))
((Okay. :) ))
Crag held the little girl close to his chest. He pulled the blanket closer around her, trying to make sure she stayed warm. He held her gingerly, carefully. He kept walking slowly. They had left behind the burning remains of her home long ago, but they had to keep moving, in case.
(( Bump ))
((It's all good. :) I had to teach drama anyway. And that's pretty cool about the dreams.))
Crag looked down at the girl silently. He had been her constant companion since she was a baby, always by her side. Always protecting her. And now, he was all she had left of her home. His face didn't change, staying as serious as ever, but he cradled her a little closer, comforting her in his own way.
Crag felt Mara's breathing even out, her tiny chest moving up an down with the slow and steady breath of sleep. He allowed himself to walk just the slightest bit faster after carefully pulling the blanket up over her head. He was careful to be quiet as he walked along in these woods. He kept his eyes on the path in front of him, but he stayed completely alert, listening for any followers or predators.
Crag silently held her closer, pressing his lips together tighter every time he heard her cry. He cradled her both tenderly and tightly, pulling her tiny form closer to him. She felt so fragile, so small in his arms. He swallowed hard as he pushed down the memories that started to rise as he carried her farther down the faded path.
((Yeah, sure. :) ))
Crag leaned his back against the tree as he watched the sun rise. Almost an entire night spent walking had caught up to him. But he couldn't stay here for long. He carefully held onto Mara, gripping her tightly in his arms as he sat there and waited for her to wake up.
Crag glanced down at Mara as she started to squirm in his arms. He blinked a few times.
"Shh, shh. Calm down." He said softly in his hoarse voice. He cradled her closer in his arms, the way he used to when she would fall over and hurt herself while wandering down the halls at her old home.
"Careful." Crag grunted, gently setting her on her feet. He kept a firm, yet gentle hand on her shoulder, keeping her in place while he pressed her little walking stick into her hands. "Don't move yet." He croaked hoarsely, slowly climbing to his feet.
Crag stretched and yawned quietly. His eyes did a quick scan of the ground around Mara, quickly searching for things that could hurt Mara's feet, things like thorns and sharp rocks. Finally, he sighed quietly.
"You can walk now." He said in a quiet rasp. "Slowly." He added quickly, reaching out to take her soft, tiny hand into his big, rough hand.