(For a lack of names for the characters, the male character is Knight, and the female character is Naive.)
There is a man of many great deeds and of very great status. A knight in shining armor. Knight is known across the land as a great hero, saving damsels and villages and slaying dragons. For in his land, there are many creatures of fantasy, from elves and fairies to dragons and ogres, and all may pose a problem to humanity. In this land, humanity does not accept other species as their equals, and therefore force them all into hiding. Knight is a hero for slaying the evil and the innocent alike.
He is not a great hero like he is portrayed. All Knight cares about is money. He only does what he does for the money. He would take a woman into his bed against her will without thought, and stand by while another man took her as well. And everyone still praises him as a hero for it. But anyone to truly be near him would quickly learn he is a heartless, self-loving jerk, far from being a hero. That is, anyone except Naive.
Naive is a young girl, left without a home and deciding to travel abroad. She is quite the optimist, and is really rather naive, and ignorant. In her travels she is cornered by bandits who plan to use her. Knight had been tracking these bandits, planning to take all they had stollen as his own, and take credit for capturing them as well. Naive is just another kicker to his reputation for saving her. Naive vows to repay him, if she must serve him her entire life. She travels with him, whether or not he wants her there, and despite his usual habits he doesn't immediately take advantage of her. Still, Naive never realizes the truth about him. She always believe him as a great hero. It should be a long time before her eyes would be open to the truth, and by then he would be changing, affected by her.
So this would start off at the point of her rescue from the bandits. I am undecided on which character I would prefer to play. Mature is not optional: this story will contain suggestive material and that level of romance. Se.xual activity can be faded out to an extent, but it will exist. Ages would range from 17-21 for the girl, and 20-25 for the guy.
The story will based in a medieval fantasy world. Mythological and fantasy creatures will exist, but they shan't be too common. Also, it is not known, but Knight is of the fantasy, able to heal very quickly, and if he desires, transfer some healing to another. He keeps that a very carefully-kept secret, for he would be hated and shunned if the people knew.
This sounds interesting. I'd like to join, if you don't mind that we're already doing a 1x1 together. I have no preference for characters.
I don't mind doing another with you Sorla, but I have no preference really for the characters.
Ok, I'll take the girl I guess. I'll post a skelly in a minute.
Appearance: Falon is around average height. She has a slender and willowy build, although she lacks in the strength department, she is very quick and nimble. Her hair is very long, down to her waist, and braided behind her ears while the rest hangs loose. She has pale flaxen hair and pale skin with a saddle of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Falon has wide blue eyes that retain a lot. Falon is currently dressed as a boy to avoid attention and trouble.
Personality: Falon is very bright and optimistic. She can see the good in everyone, but this often clouds her judgment. She is a strong believer of giving people a second chance. While she may seem meek, Falon is actually very determined, relentless even. Once she sets her mind to something, she won't stop. She is incredibly loyal and resourceful, and has a craving for adventure that can't be satisfied. Falon isn't easily frightened or angered.
Bio: Falon is incredibly bored. Her father is a blacksmith, her mother sits at home, cleaning, and cooking, and sewing, and she feels trapped. She doesn't want to get married to that foolish carpenter's son over the valley, she doesn't want to sit at home like her mother and have children. She wants adventure and danger, so she packed up her journal, her talisman, and one of her father's daggers, and left home.
(I like her.)
Name: Leonard (Leo) McWay (Fake last name is Swordsmith).
Appearance: Leo is a tall, broad-shouldered man. He has storm gray eyes and a nice tan. He has a few scars scattered about his body, the most recognizable being one over his right brow, and another in his left shoulder. His hair is black, and usually kept kind of short, but still long enough to be a mess a lot of the time. His features are considered strong, and handsome by some standards. He wears light armor almost all the time, and a cloak sometimes.
(I'll develope the rest as I go)
So do you want to start, or do you want me to?
It'll be kind of up to you to set the scene. As I think I've said before, we need to start with the scene of her being cornered by bandits.
Falon looked around and tried to determine her chances. She had been walking along an animal trail in the woods when the bandits surrounded her like a pack of wolves. She didn't have any money or valuables, unless her talisman could be considered valuable, but it was only a bear claw, rose quartz, and swan feathers. "Good day." She said evenly, trying to keep all of them in sight at once, which was proving to be impossible. They didn't say anything to her. "I guess now would be the time to tell you I've the plague, fore you get any closer that is." Falon said as a last ditch effort.
A few just smirked. One lunged for her, and the rest followed suit. They had thought her to be a boy or something, but now that they had gotten a good look at her, and heard her speak, they were certain they'd found something more valuable than money to them. A girl, alone, all to themselves.
Leonard had been treading along the trail with his horse in tow. He wore a black cloak since he came from an area where it'd been raining and never bothered to take it off.He spotted the bandits and had been about to call out when things sprung into action. Leo drew his bow and readied an arrow with quickness and skill that only came with practice. He let the first arrow fly, and it struck one of the men right on target, in the chest, killing him. A few more arrows and the bandits had their full attention on him. "Run!" He called to the girl, who he currently thought was a man, but wasn't sure. He drew his sword, ready to fight the bandits six to one.
Falon would deny to her death the startled squeak that came out of her mouth when one of the men dropped dead, just like that, with an arrow sticking out of his back. At the very least, it got the bandits' attention off her, but flying arrows could never be a good sign. A man emerged from the trees with a sword, telling her to run, Falon didn't need to be told twice. She turned tail and ran, determined to make it to the river where she could find her way back to that last town. But she only ran straight into one of the men, who gripped her hair painfully and yanked her around. Falon knew there was nothing that could be said at this point, so she kept silent as he started dragging her to the woods, struggling agains't his grip until the arm around her throat made her see stars. Falon stopped struggling abruptly, and the man's grip slackened just enough for her to reach into her boot, fingers gripping her father's dagger. She thrust the cold iron into the man's stomach, gasping at how easy it went in, and the gurgling sound that followed as the man's grip fell. She had never hurt anyone before, never even gutted an animal, she always left that chore to her brother. And the blood that flowed out around her hands made her want to gag.
Leonard fell the five men quite impressively, recieving a few scratches and cuts along the way. He walked up to the man who had been stabbed and dragged his blade across the man's throat, giving him a quicker death. He drew out a cloth and cleaned his sword, sheathing it before turning his attention to the girl. "Are you alright?" He asked, concern that was questionable in genuinety in his eyes. "Shall I escort you to see a doctor?"
"I-I'm fine." Falon said softly, staring at her bloodied hands. She glanced around at the fallen bandits without meeting the knight's eye. "Thank you." She said, with more confidence, looking up. "Many men would keep walking." For all the talk of chivalry, Falon could see through men, she knew everyone was just as imperfect as the next, but the fact that this man had helped her spoke of his character. "I am in your debt." Falon said as an afterthought. "If there is anything I can do..."
(Sorla, for her to be able to see through men sort of kind of defeats the idea.)
((Falon only sees the good in people.))
((You say she only sees the good in people but then you go and say she sees through men and sees their imperfections. That's contradictory.))
((This is what Falon thinks though. An outsider thinks she's being naive, but Falon thinks she knows just as much as the average person, despite being raised in a very small village. She's an adolescent, and she understands that no one is perfect, but she believes that everyone has some good in them.))
(Alright. Fine. Just as long as it does follow along wth the idea of the RP. It may be helpful to make it more clear that those are her thoughts and not actuality.)
"Here." Leo took her hands and wiped them off with his cloth, getting as much of the red as he could. "I am Leonard Swordsmith; I would never leave a person in need of help to fend for themself." He looked her over and decided she probably had no money to repay him for his heroic deed. On top of that,she wasn't particularly his type to take into bed. He decided he'd have to be content with adding to his good reputation. "There's no need to repay me, miss. Your safety is reward enough."
Leo gave a bow with a charming smile. His cuts healed by now, and he was just grateful none of them were in places she would have easily spotted them healing. "Shall I escort you to the next town, my lady? I'd hate to send you off traveling on your own, nearly defenseless..."