She was a very innocent girl, a sweet little angel, quite literally actually. She had the white wings of an angel, and the beauty and fine body of one as well. She was...perfect. From birth, she was specially cared for, kept in a very secret place. Protected from the world. She was taught nothing of the world, not the human world, nor the paranormal.
But then, she became the target of great danger. Her caretaker...the only people she ever knew in person...they all were killed. She was left alone, and it was only a matter of time before she'd be found and killed. But along came a dark figure, her sworn protector. Yes, he was of demonic nature. A creature of black. Dark. The oposite of her. But he was the best match for her. To protect her from what wanted to destroy her. She would have no one else to trust.
This will be a mature romance RP, and DEDICATED. As in absolutely 100% on daily. Preferably more than just one or two posts a day. I will be playing the guy. The girl will be 15 or 16, whichever you choose. No younger, no older. And she must be very innocent and pretty in an angelic way. There will be no refrence to accurate religious material. Most of this should be fictional, created on the spot according to our needs in writing. I may be picky about who I do this with, but then I may not be.
Would you be willing to do another one with me? If not, that's fine :)
Sure, I'll do this one with you since no one else seems interested.
Alrighty! I may need a bit to get a skellie made up.
Just give me name, age, appearance, and that should be it. Unless you want to add more.
Appearance: Zula is very fair-skinned, though not pale to the point of looking sick. She has very bright green eyes and a sweet smile that is almost heartbreaking, while her face is framed with soft blonde waves. Her figure is nearly one of a model, nicely filled out for her age; not too big, not too small.
[Does that work? ]
[-_- I forgot her wings. I wasn't sure how large or small you're expecting them to be..? ]
Yeah, that's fine. The opening scene...can we possibly set it up that she's scared and alone? Everyone is dead, but my character hasn't come yet? I'm working on my skellie now.
Appearance. Damien stands at 6' even, with darker skin, giving off a latino impression, although otherwise he looks caucasion. He has black hair that comes to his chin and hangs in his brown eyes. He has smooth but intimidating features. Sometimes his demon side shows, making his eyes become cat-like and his teeth and nails become sharp. He can become even more demon than that, but it's uncommon.
Yeah, sure. Want me to go ahead and start, then?
Zula sobbed. This didn't make sense. None of it. Why was this happening? What was going on? Why was everyone dying? So many questions were running through her mind, and she couldn't ask any of them. Nobody was alive enough to answer them anyway. She trembled still, unable to help her whimpers as she kept herself curled up in the corner of her closet with the door shut, covering her eyes with her hands so she could at least attempt to pretend that everything was going to be fine.
Damien had gotten the message just as the last person was dying. travel took more time than he thought it would, and he hope Zula was still alive and okay. He paused once he stepped inside and listened a while. He heard no dangers, but he did hear sobbing somewhere. He followed his ears, coming to a closset door and opening it. There, curled in the corner, was the girl he was looking for.
Carefully, Damien knelt and reached a gentle hand out, setting it on her shoulder. "Hey...everything's going to be okay now." He said softly. "I'm here to help you. I'm gonna take care of you. Okay?"
Like she was about to believe this guy now, of all times. Zula jumped back with a shriek that was cut off by another sob, and she pressed herself as close to the wall as she could, wishing she could turn invisible. Or at least melt into the drywall. "Leave me alone!" she cried, not feeling the pain the wall was causing her wings. "Please, I didn't do anything, I swear! Get away from me!"
Damien retreated a little. "Please, Zula, calm down." He said, keeping his tone soothing. "Andrew sent me a message. He wanted me to come here. To help you. I can't help you if you won't let me." He sat back on the floor. "I can take you somewhere else. Somewhere safer. We can get that cut looked after." Zula didn't have any cuts. But Damien sometimes accidentally saw the future as the present. It was part of his power from being part demon, but he could never tell present from future.
Zula still trembled, sniffling as she curled up again, crying softly against her arms that rested on her knees. She shut her eyes tightly, trying to convince herself that this was all just a bad dream. She opened them, peeking up at the guy - who apparently was still there - and sniffled again. "It's not a dream," she whispered, mostly to herself. Her brow furrowed. "C-cut..?" She didn't feel any pain anywhere, and she checked herself over in confusion.
"You're not cut yet..." Damien grew worried and looked around. "Zula, we need to get out of here. You're going to get hurt if we stay here." He offered her a hand. "Pleae...you don't have to trust me...we just need to get out of here before you get killed..."
"Yet?" This person was being so confusing, and it was not helping Zula's already troubled state whatsoever. She reluctantly took his hand and stood up shakily, sniffling a little more and trying to wipe away her tears, which were only replaced by more. "You'll make everything okay?" she murmured quietly, unable to met his eyes.