Long ago, in the days of dragons and trolls, elves and witches...There lived the angels.They watched over the ones who would last the test of time. Humans. Angels existed in more than just the dimension we knew. They existed in several. They traveled vast distances and accomplished great feats through powers held within their wings. Angels brought on tales of messengers of God, and other things of the like. But they were far less than humans made them out to be.
Many centuries passed, and many things happened in the angels' own dimension, which led to their destruction. Very few made it out of their dying world and into the land of the humans. It took a few centuries more before they went extinct. At least, that is what it had seemed. But it wasn't so.
Three young female angels managed to survive, and each one left a trace, a way for angels to continue existing in some shape or form in the human world. A boy was born, the descendant of two of the angels. Before, the DNA was never enough for the descendants to have any of the powers that came from the wings, because they didn't have the wings. But he had wings. He just didn't know it. He didn't know of his powers at all, but he was always...different. Never getting sick, healing nearly inhumanly fast. A strange 'rare' blood type. Strange back pains. Strange dreems.
One summer he meets a girl, named Sefron. He is drawn to her, and she is the key to him unlocking his powers.
Okay this is a Mature DEDICATED romance 1x1. I will be playing the girl. There is a pre-planned plot that will not be revealed to you. You are on a need-to-know basis. I'd like you to specify the level of maturity you're comfortable with. Please don't post if you're not a Mat. Roleplayer, as an RP with replies already is less likely to find players, and the Mat. isn't going away. Now that all of that is out of they way, who wants to do this with me?
(Unless you want another person, I'd do this.)
(I'll do this with you.
He has a pre-set bio of an average middle-class family and there's no evidence it seems of his angel ancestors. Single child, busy parents, allowed a fair amount of freedom in his life but not spoiled. The rest is completely up to you to develope or put down in a bio.)
(Alright! I'll post bio once I get a chance. But right now, I don't have sufficient time.)
(Okay, age range 15-18.)
(What's the era here?)
(This is set in modern days, this world. fictional small-ish city but not like a small town where everyone knows everyone or anything.)
Name: Matthew Monroe
Appearance: Matthew stands at 6'2", with a muscular tone. He has dirty blonde hair, that falls mid-forehead. He usually styles it so that it spikes messily to the side. He has bright green eyes with flecks of an odd gold in them. He has thin lips, and dentist friendly teeth. He carries himself with confidence, and usually wears in style clothing. He has two scars on his back, about two inches right and left respectively of his spine. He is well-tanned, but not incredibly dark. He has a regular nose, and wears a necklace with a cross. For the most part, he is attractive. The only flaw in his appearance is the scars on his back and the fact that occasionally he will develop a twitch in his right hand. It will clench and unclench, drum on his thigh, and just oddly shake. It doesn't happen often, and to add to that it is somewhat subtle. But, it bothers Matthew.
Name: Sefron Smith.
Appearance: Sefron stands at about 5'8" give or take half an inch with a slender body, but a subtle muscular build. Oddly to some, the muscles in her back are almost noticeably well-developed. She has raven black hair that sometimes curls and sometimes just waves depending on if she works with it or not. It falls halfway down her torso and there's almost always a stubborn strand that falls in her face. Her eyes are a silver color, a bit too...brilliant, to be considered gray. She has scars on her back similar to Matthew. She has a beautiful, dimpled smile and a cute face. In most opinions, she's a very attractive girl. Perhaps not a perfect ten, but still, attractive.
(Let's have them meet at a party, perhaps?)
(What kind of party?)
((I would think a typical high school party.))
(Typical high school party as in drinks and parents out of town? Sorry, no idea what it's like in real life, just movies and TV and stuff.)
((Most likely like that, yeah.))
(Okay, you want to start?)
(Sure, as soon as I get back from cross country practice I can start.)
(Okay, waiting then.)
What a party. Matthew said to himself, looking around as he entered. The place was filled to busting point with people, and seemed to shake with loud music. All around him, people were talking- rather, shouting- and dancing. Waving and smiling to a few of his friends, he made his way over to a table with a few drinks on it. Grabbing a cup, he made his way over to his friends.
"Jeez, John can throw a party!" He shouted over the music, smiling and taking a sip of the drink in his hand. The beverage was sweet, but faintly alchoholic. Matthew wasn't sure what it was, but it tasted fairly good, so no complaints. His friends nodded in agreement at his statement, holding drinks of their own.
"Yo, Matthew, get dancing bro! This party isn't for standing around pretty boy!" One of his friends yelled, playfully punching him on the shoulder. Matthew chuckled and shrugged, setting his drink down on a table and looking at the dancefloor. It was crowded with people, all dancing and smiling. Searching the crowd, he looked for anyone he wanted to dance with.
That's when he spotted Sefron, without a partner. Beginning to shove his way through the throng of people, he made his way to her. When he did, he mouthed the word, "Dance?".
Sefron stood off to the edge of the room, arms crossed and face unreadable. Her friend had abandoned her to make out with her new boyfriend. Sefron wasn't a party girl, but she also was a loyal friend who didn't want her other friend getting drunk and then in trouble, so she was there.
She had been asked to dance already and just shook her head no, sending the first boy away. But when Matthew came along, she felt something strange inside. Despite herself, Sefron smiled a little and nodded.