AssiduousG
Thank you based God
Hello!
This is just as the title says. Our two characters are two male demigods who have fallen in love with one another. We can plot from here and come up with the plot together so we can get this story moving.
This is Leon my character who is a small, shy son of Ares.
It would also be awesome if you typed more than 2 paragraphs. I have an RP example down below if you're intersted, so just skip to the bottom if you want to read it. My posts may be longer than that seeing as that was just random writing for me. {I need to have a decent plot to write more}
Also please stay dedicated! If you decide you don't won't to RP this plot anymore then please tell me! Then we could both work on something else instead ^-^
This is the plot I have so far: Our characters are slowly falling for each other {I want this to be a slow romance} and decide to date before something huge happens to the camp. I'm not really satisfied with this, but I'm willing to work on it if you want. Or change it completely which would be fine with me to be honest.
Thanks! :3
Example:
This is just as the title says. Our two characters are two male demigods who have fallen in love with one another. We can plot from here and come up with the plot together so we can get this story moving.
This is Leon my character who is a small, shy son of Ares.
It would also be awesome if you typed more than 2 paragraphs. I have an RP example down below if you're intersted, so just skip to the bottom if you want to read it. My posts may be longer than that seeing as that was just random writing for me. {I need to have a decent plot to write more}
Also please stay dedicated! If you decide you don't won't to RP this plot anymore then please tell me! Then we could both work on something else instead ^-^
This is the plot I have so far: Our characters are slowly falling for each other {I want this to be a slow romance} and decide to date before something huge happens to the camp. I'm not really satisfied with this, but I'm willing to work on it if you want. Or change it completely which would be fine with me to be honest.
Thanks! :3
Example:
He likes it when everything is in place.
He prefers it when he doesn't have to look up and down for his bag whenever he gets ready to go out or when he it's not nessacary to mess up his bed when he's looking for his pen that usually writes with. Order is important to him. It keeps him sane and makes his world spin just a bit longer before it stops altogether.
Leon stands, arms crossed as he surveys his room for the 3rd time in the latest hours. He makes a checklist of everything he has inside of his mind and crosses it out as he gazes at it from where he's standing. He knows this isn't what a typical Ares kid does, but he ignores the lingering thought in his mind as he smiles in satisfaction of what he sees and nods to confirm. His space in the cabin is clear of dust or debrie of any kind even though it's days before the camp inspection. He needs this space, he tells himself as he sighs, he needs it to work.
He glances at his sword, Flasher, who is left on the floor as if it was an afterthought. He frowns slightly before taking a step towards it and grabbing the hilt. It's rough in his hand and leathery as he holds it. It's uncomfortably heavy and doesn't feel apart of him. An extension of his arm, they would say when he was training. His frown deepens as he turns it over in his hand, his other hand coming to test the blade. It glints brightly in the light and casts spots on the wooden ceiling that appear distorted and perpendicular to him.
He bites the inside of his cheek softly and gently places it on his bed above the covers. Flasher is a beauty, he knows that, and many people would love to have him. Leon has thought about giving it up, but for the life of him can't seem to figure out why though.
"Must be pretty funny that a kid of the war god himself can't even handle a sword. A longsword at best." Mumbling to himself, he tilts his head to the side letting the pink fringes of his hair fall over his eyes. He knows the gossip about him ever since he received the sword. A child of Ares who can't handle a sword? Impossible! He smiles at the bitter memory of having to face the instructor only to fall on his butt three seconds in. Or was it two seconds? It's best to leave it at that.
He prefers it when he doesn't have to look up and down for his bag whenever he gets ready to go out or when he it's not nessacary to mess up his bed when he's looking for his pen that usually writes with. Order is important to him. It keeps him sane and makes his world spin just a bit longer before it stops altogether.
Leon stands, arms crossed as he surveys his room for the 3rd time in the latest hours. He makes a checklist of everything he has inside of his mind and crosses it out as he gazes at it from where he's standing. He knows this isn't what a typical Ares kid does, but he ignores the lingering thought in his mind as he smiles in satisfaction of what he sees and nods to confirm. His space in the cabin is clear of dust or debrie of any kind even though it's days before the camp inspection. He needs this space, he tells himself as he sighs, he needs it to work.
He glances at his sword, Flasher, who is left on the floor as if it was an afterthought. He frowns slightly before taking a step towards it and grabbing the hilt. It's rough in his hand and leathery as he holds it. It's uncomfortably heavy and doesn't feel apart of him. An extension of his arm, they would say when he was training. His frown deepens as he turns it over in his hand, his other hand coming to test the blade. It glints brightly in the light and casts spots on the wooden ceiling that appear distorted and perpendicular to him.
He bites the inside of his cheek softly and gently places it on his bed above the covers. Flasher is a beauty, he knows that, and many people would love to have him. Leon has thought about giving it up, but for the life of him can't seem to figure out why though.
"Must be pretty funny that a kid of the war god himself can't even handle a sword. A longsword at best." Mumbling to himself, he tilts his head to the side letting the pink fringes of his hair fall over his eyes. He knows the gossip about him ever since he received the sword. A child of Ares who can't handle a sword? Impossible! He smiles at the bitter memory of having to face the instructor only to fall on his butt three seconds in. Or was it two seconds? It's best to leave it at that.
