Laifan
Kyrie
Welcome
Hey everyone, welcome to my search post.
You can call me Kyrie and I'm in my 30s. I've been roleplaying for about 15 years.
Largely looking for Fandoms at this point - main interests with hearts and in bold.
My Style of Writing + Keywords
Third person, past tense with double quotes for speech. I don't demand the exact same of you, just that you don't use first person, as it is a bit weird.
I can write anything from 500-2000 words, but it depends on inspiration and the scene.
I have seen people demanding specific wordcounts in their requests - I don't do that, as I believe in quality over quantity and dynamic, natural writing.
Despite me working a full-time job, I can reply daily, sometimes more than once. Bear in mind I'm in GMT timezone.
I would prefer that you are active. I get that life gets in the way but if you can reply at least twice a week I would be happy.
I usually check on my RP partners once a week just to make sure they're still interested/remind them/ make sure they're alive and well (I wish this wasn't a concern but sometimes I wonder. Yes I'm a worrywart). Bottomline is I hate nagging people too much and hate feeling like a stalker even more so if you're not interested I ask that you please inform me.
I love plotting and OOC chatter so feel free to contact me for either!
ღ Action scenes
ღ Romance (pre-established or slow burn)
ღ Slice of life
ღ Drama
I don't feel comfortable roleplaying with people under 21. I can rest easy I can mention adult themes if I know my partner is of age.
I'm not interested in MxF, only MxM. Romance in my roleplays is not mandatory, but still welcome.
Don't throw me one-liners all the time - give me something to work with. It doesn't mean I won't type shorter replies myself from time to time, but if it happens often, I lose interest, sorry.
Please make sure to spellcheck. Everyone makes mistakes, of course, myself included. But seeing typos, capitalization fail and wonky grammar in every single reply is very annoying and demotivating.
Don't ghost on me. I totally get that life sometimes gets in the way. If you decide you're no longer interested in roleplaying that's a-OK but please just let me know. Likewise I don't just up and disappear on people. If I lose interest I'll always let you know. It's just good practice.
The following themes are too strong for me: sexual abuse/violence, animal cruelty. Please bear this in mind when writing with me. Likewise, if you are uncomfortable with anything I mention, feel free to say so and I will do my best to edit my part accordingly.
My Character x Your Character
♡ Gyro Zeppeli from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Steel Ball Run x Johnny Joestar
♡ Dart from The Legend of Dragoon x Lavitz Slambert (one can hope and I'll be the happiest fangirl on Earth if this happens)
♡ Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez from Bleach x Kurosaki Ichigo
♡ Hawks from Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia x Endeavor (not slash)
♡ Axel from Kingdom Hearts x Saix
Abarai Renji from Bleach x Kuchiki Byakuya
Geto Suguru from Jujutsu Kaisen x Gojo Satoru
Haibara Yu from Jujutsu Kaisen x Nanami Kento (not necessarily slash)
Aizawa (Eraser Head) from Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia x Present Mic
Yukito/Yue from Cardcaptor Sakura x Touya
Kain Highwind from Final Fantasy IV / Dissidia Duodecim x Golbez
Gabranth (Noah von Ronsenburg) from Final Fantasy XII x Basch (not slash!)
Roy Mustang from Full Metal Alchemist x Maes Hughes
Sirius Black from Harry Potter verse (interested mostly in Marauders era) x Remus Lupin
Note: I'm fine with established relationships, romance or even friendship. I don't necessarily need slash pairings for all of these. I'm happy if I can focus on interesting, well-developed dynamics. Additionally, if you prefer to play a canon character not in this list, drop me a line! This isn't a mandatory list, just my preferences.
Bold: cravings
Strike-throughs: old muses, would need to delve into the fandom again
Note: Some of my OCs were created with specific plots/verses in mind. However, I can adapt their background for any plot you want to write.
QuentinArnoldClaymore
Age: 26
Quirk: Flametongue. His lungs are actually what allows him to exhale fire. His whole respiratory system is like a combust engine and he can expel flames until he runs out of breath. He's pretty resistant to fire too. Overuse of his quirk can give him what looks like an asthma attack. However, no doctor can argue with him to quit smoking.
His hair is of a deep crimson color, his eyes an unsettling golden. Tanned skin. He sports several scars on his arms and legs and a particular vicious one on the side of his face, from when he tried to defend his buddy. Growing up in a rough neighborhood as a scrawny kid whose quirk manifested only when he was 6, life was tough. The eldest of 5 siblings, his father worked long and odd hours at the dock and his mother was ever busy with his younger siblings, he had to fend off for himself early on.
He might have ended up as most kids in that neighbourhood - surrendered to a life of crime to survive. However, the death of his best friend, Taylor, in his teens to a group of thugs made him see that the neighborhood didn't need more criminals. They needed discipline. So he worked odd jobs until he made enough money to enroll in hero school, later than his peers.
His rough ways, manner of speech, and scars give him the aspect of a villain rather than a hero but eventually he graduated from hero school. Starting as a prohero definitely later than your typical graduate it will be tough for him to be popular. However he doesn't seek popularity. He only seeks justice.
Trivia: he's unexpectedly gentle with kids (unexpected, until you know he's the eldest of 5). He's scared of needles so he never got into hard drugs (Also because 'Losing yourself to a substance is stupid')
Note: Quentin was created with the MHA verse in mind, hence him having a quirk. I can adapt him to any verse, he'd still have a similar back story and fire affinity.
All these can be changed and/or built on. None of these are set in stone.
** means current interest
Verse 1
In this universe, soulbrands manifest at a young age and they can be anywhere on the body or any size. They are related to the person the owner is linked to.
When the soulbrand is touched by the soulmate, it comes sort of alive and expands (it depends, some really expand a lot, others not really) as the soulbond sets.
How do soulmates react to each other before they touch each other's brand? Well it's sort of a deja vu like feeling (hmm this person is kinda familiar, looks kinda interesting), it's not like there will be a neon sign on the other's head saying "he's my soulmate!". That's when seeing the soulbrand comes in handy because it'll have a strong feel of "I'm sure I've seen this before somewhere..." even though they haven't. But they'll definitely feel a different pull towards the soulmate.
In this verse soulbrands are considered extremely personal and sort of taboo to just keep them exposed (even if they happen to be on an exposed area of the body, people will just cover them with gauze or something. If people have a doctor's appointment, for example, they will cover them up).
The bond I mentioned after touching the soulbrand is something as simple as feeling connected to the other person (i.e. briefly hearing their heart beat, knowing if they're OK or stressed). Even before they meet their soulmate and setting the bond they can feel if the other is in extreme danger (i.e. if the other person is injured or in extreme distress, for example).
It is not uncommon for people to only meet their soulmate later in life (even with the help of technology, not every soulmate lives around the corner from their pair).
Despite this being a soulmates universe, it doesn't mean people can't have relationships with other people. There are people who choose to be with someone else other than their soulmate either because they got tired of searching, they simply fell in love with someone else (though of course it's different than with their intended soulmate) or in cases where the soulmate has died. A soulmate dying would be a deeply traumatizing experience for their pair, regardless of them having met or not.
Verse 2
Similar to Verse 1 in terms of connection with the soulmate.
In this verse everyone sees the world in black in white until they touch their soulmate.
Disclaimer: both plots have been inspired by several fanfictions about soulmates so they cannot be credited to being my creation.
The existence of demons dates back in centuries. They were always a constant, the things that prowled the night - the beings that would snatch the children who didn't eat their vegetables were very much real. To counter the darkness, it is said the deities sent their power down to the planet in the form of a mysterious shape shifting substance, that was dubbed Innocence.
At first, the demons would be few and keep to the dark, always vulnerable to sunlight. However, their numbers came to grow exponentially, accompanying any world crisis accordingly - plagues, famine, wars… All this saw an increase of demonic activity.
From the earlier confrontations between man and such monsters, it was quickly established regular weapons - be it swords, daggers and, later, guns - couldn't really destroy the creatures for good. Only weapons that took shape from Innocence could. However, Innocence didn't respond to all people - it only seemed to react to the blood of certain people, that were thus dubbed the chosen ones.
It quickly became imperative to form an order that gathered these people chosen to wield the weapons left by the deities and also to collect the scattered Innocence throughout the world. The Innocence concealed itself in several forms, as not to call demonic attention in its more vulnerable raw form.
So it was that centuries ago an Order was formed and called the Exorcists Order. The duties of its members were to hunt demons, collect Innocence and find new chosen wielders. The later was slow work, with teams of exorcists going from town to town, carrying Innocence to see if it reacted to anyone. However, this was perilous, as the demons seemed to be attracted to the Innocence - odd as it was, as it would become the sole weapon that could kill them. Seeking divine salvation perhaps?
Because of this, the research section of the order tried to devise a way to find new wielders without them needing to remove Innocence from the order headquarters. So it was that science and technological development inside the Order occurred faster than in the outside world and it was discovered that the blood of certain individuals reacted to the Innocence. It was also observed over time that this gene occurred in certain lineages and was dormant one generation. Thus, these families could have the fake promise of a peaceful family life with their children, but knew that eventually their grandchildren would likely be chosen as bearers of the holy weapons. With time, though, the gene became dormant for longer, as exorcists numbers started to dwindle and the numbers of demons steadily increased.
The Demons
What are demons? Where did they come from? At first, it was thought that they were mutated animals that had gone rabid somehow. Eventually, as technology and science development grew, it was found that their DNA shared a remarkable resemblance to that of humans. This merely confirmed people’s suspicions - that humans somehow could turn into monsters. As to why and how exactly this happened, one could only form theories. The most just and pious would argue that these had been once people that defied the gods’ teachings and hence had been punished. Others would take a more medical approach, and speak of the sickness of the mind. However, were this the case, then all those who suffered mental illnesses would be doomed to become demons, which was not always the case. For all the studies (and eventual human experiments done overtime mostly to prisoners of war), a definite cause for this plight was never found.
Demons can resemble all sorts of things - the weaker ones retain a vaguely human shape, but the stronger ones are definitely bigger in size, some looking like machines, others evolving to bear the shape of animals or odd creatures. For all the research and studies on captured specimen, very little was found out other than their gruesome origins. No other means of cure was found, aside from a swift end by the ways of the holy weapons.
The Exorcists Order divided them into classes by strength, from letters S to F, with S being the strongest demon, that will most likely cause a great number of destruction and casualties - both on civilians and exorcists side. Fortunately S classes are a rare occurrence.
Either because of their origins or as a means to escape the weakness of sunlight, the demons eventually learned to disguise themselves as humans. It is hard for the untrained eye to tell apart demon from a regular human until it chooses to reveal its gruesome nature.
Throughout the years it was observed that the strongest demons would likely prey on their weaker brethren, either for sustenance, but also for sport. The fact they could become cannibals in their grotesque forms wasn't that surprising. However, it is thought the strongest ranks keep a measure of awareness over their actions as monsters when returning to their human guises. Even the strongest ranks and those of quick wit are unlikely to be able to speak in demon form. While in their true forms, they are often driven by their most basic emotions and need, namely anger, hunger, bloodlust, etc. Demons often take an immediate dislike to exorcists, who they can tell apart easily not just because of innocence, but also because of the conspicuous order long coats.
The Order
The order grew in size and numbers and there are several headquarters scattered throughout the world. Exorcists traveling for missions can take refuge in these small havens. Because they are taken from their homes and families at an early age to study at the order, the members have come to dub their main headquarters as ‘Home’.
The typical uniform came not to be as strict throughout the ages - the exorcists are first and foremost an elite specialized in combat. However, the one piece of garment that is common and mandatory for both genders is a long peacoat, that started out as waist length size, but now trails down to the ankles of the person wearing it. All exorcists wear these dark blue outer coats - with the top ranks wearing all black. The stand uniform color is the other thing also imposed, with the colors allowed being black, white, grey and dark blue.
This conspicuous attire serves as two purposes: exorcists can easily identify one of their own, and the demons in human guise will also be able to. Because demons are prone to violent tendencies - in particular to exorcists - it could be an easier way to lure them out. Also, if their attentions turn to exorcists, there will be fewer civilian casualties nearby.
Even if the main purpose of the Order is combat, there are several sections and departments dedicated to other areas, such as Research and Development, the Infirmary, Support and Accessories, etc. The personnel working in these departments are not chosen wielders, thus cannot be considered Exorcists, but they do receive basic training in combat and demon hunting, regardless.
The Holy Weapons
Mysterious weapons formed out of Innocence. Innocence is a substance of unknown origin. In its raw shape (before coming into contact with a chosen wielder), it looks like a small cube that fits on the palm of one hand and emits a soft glow. Many oddities and miracles in the world are explained by the Innocence’s influence on the world in its raw state. The legend of a giant tree left by the gods? Probably had Innocence resting in its trunk. A small pond said to invigorate the sick and weary? Yes, Innocence in its depths.
When Innocence comes into contact with the blood of the person it resonates with, it will change into a unique weapon. These are no mere tools to slay demons - they are said to have a connection with its wielder, their blades never dull, and one could argue they are almost ‘alive’, responding to their wielder’s commands and movements as if aware. Most weapons require a vocal command to ‘activate’, although only the lower ranks need to really say it to wield their weapons. When not in use, they all revert back to an innocuous accessory the wielder can carry on their person. They cannot be wielded by anyone else other than their user - even in their weapon form, they will reject any regular person that touches them. An exorcist can touch another exorcist’s weapon, but would find it very difficult to use it in battle, as it will prove heavier than expected.
When an exorcist falls in battle, their weapon reverts back into raw Innocence and it will slumber once again, until the next person who can wield it is found.
Rebound effect: it so can happen for an exorcists to be rejected by their Innocence at some point. Maybe the exorcist is suddenly afflicted by a mental or physiological condition? It is rare, but what is known is that an Innocence suddenly rejecting their chosen wielder is possible. When it happens, it isn't pretty to watch, the Innocence morphing into a mass that will try to consume the wielder, leaving them mental unstable, should they survive.
Note: largely inspired by D Gray Man and Tales of Berseria.
The Jumi are a race of people who have been hunted for ages. Each individual has a magical jewel embedded in their chest, which they refer to as their core. Their core is very fragile and is the source of their magic and life. Because of these invaluable gemstones, the Jumi people were hunted by regular people, which led to their first king deciding to close off their kingdom from the rest of the world.
Secluded by a magical barrier and concealing their cores every time they ventured outside the realm to trade for supplies, the Jumi were able to survive for ages until eventually they became just a legend - a story people told their children at bedtime. However, their kind still lingers, in their closed off kingdom…
Miscellaneous facts
After a Jumi's core is removed from their chest, their body will vanish, only the core remaining. So, as there are no remains to bury, the Jumi will instead make statues to remember their ancestors and loved ones and place the deceased's core in the statues' chest, should they manage to retrieve them. Oftentimes they are stolen and traded over and over again in the humans' kingdoms.
The Jumi are said to be a cursed people - not only are they hunted for their cores, they also cannot shed tears, no matter how sad their fate. Legend says those that cry over a Jumi's fate will turn into stone.
Each Jumi has a unique core - for example, there can't be two Jumi with an emerald core. There can be variations though - for example, a Jumi with an emerald core and another one with a trapiche emerald.
Jumi are named after the gemstone that composes their core - their physical attributes, like hair and eye color are also related to it.
If a Jumi's core is damaged, the Jumi will fall very ill and human medicine is to no avail. Only Jumi's magic can heal a scratched core.
Even if their core is their weakness, a Jumi will often have it exposed, only covering it with clothing when venturing to the outside world.
Jumi cores will often react to other cores nearby, resonating together, even if they've been removed from a Jumi. Because of this it's been said that a Jumi's spirit lingers in their core after their death.
Even if their cores are gemstones, they cannot be altered like regular gemstones that occur in nature or turned into jewelry. They forever resemble perfect medium-sized orbs.
Jumi society
Knights and Guardians
When they reach 12 years of age, a Jumi's magic is at their peak. This means they will need to balance it. This balance comes in the form of either a Guardian or a Knight. Knights and Guardians are bonded at the age of 12 on a ceremony with the Clarius, the Jumi who harnesses the most magical power. This ceremony consists of a Knight and a Guardian drinking water from the sacred fountain, which binds their magic and spirits together. A Knight is tasked with protecting their Guardian, while the Guardian possesses great healing magic. This is the foundation of Jumi society and magical prowess.
A Knight and a Guardian can have a romantic or platonic relationship and are not paired by gender, but rather according to their cores and how well they match. The Clarius will be the one arranging for that match, but both parties can choose from the possible suitors. A Knight and Guardian can be paired regardless of social status.
Status
The Jumi are ruled by the royal family, who has cores composed of dark gemstones, with the king having the darkest onyx.
The person with the most power (magical and otherwise) next to those of the royal bloodline is the Clarius, who had the rarest core of them all - the pearl. Unlike all other families, the Clarius is not born from a specific family line, rather, they can be born among the family with the lowest status. Once a baby with the rare pearl core is born their fate is sealed as the next Clarius and they undergo intense study and training from an early age. The Clarius is said to have the longest lifespan from all the Jumi and will age slower.
Aside from the royal family and the Clarius, there are four main houses with the most magical prowess - those with the ruby, sapphire, emerald and topaz cores. These families are highly regarded in Jumi society, being responsible for the magical balance of the kingdom. They represent the four basic magical elements - fire, water, wind and earth.
The weapons
When they turn 12, Jumi are also bestowed with a weapon that will match their element and core. These weapons are forged from rare metals and components and will be infused with a Jumi's signature gemstone. Their aspect is very unique, so, in order to conceal them, they can be sealed in an accessory and conjured in battle at will. Each weapon is meant to be wielded only by its owner, though there are cases of bonded Knights and Guardians being able to wield each other's.
Note: adapted from The Legend of Mana
Every person's souls manifest physically as animals dubbed deamons. If a daemon is struck, the person feels pain and vice versa. They are linked for life and if one dies, the other perishes as well.
It is taboo for a person to touch another person's daemon with no permission - this resulting in a feeling of repulsion - but daemons can touch each other fine.
A person and their daemon can't be physically separated too far away, as such results in pain and death.
Note: based on His Dark Materials. More info on daemons can be found here. Looking for a modern setting for this one.
In an ancient land there are people who have the gift to wield magic. A kingdom decided to wage war against other kingdoms using mages as soldiers.
He was lucky the bar was a large place with a high ceiling, as it allowed him to jump away freely. Still, there was only so much jumping he could do - his stubborn attacker didn't seem to relent anytime soon. In fact it seemed his constant dodging was only enraging the mutant bull. But he couldn't use Highwind against a non-demon - that had been the first and foremost rule drilled into him, the one that he couldn't disregard. Still, he needed a weapon. Time to get creative.
He landed by the counter, picking up a few bottles that he steadily threw at the bull. It didn't seem to make much damage, aside from an enraged growl.
“Is that everything you got?! I'll squash you like a bug!”
Lance just smiled at the minotaur, leaping away yet again. He landed by a corner, picking up one of the torches. It was heavier than his spear but thankfully he could still lift it. He wielded it as swiftly as possible with both hands, the magical flames coming into contact with the alcohol soaking Ikur's skin. Thankfully because it was a magical fire it didn't spread to any other surfaces. However, it seemed alcohol being flammable was a fact in limbo as well. The being let out an almighty growl as he caught fire, trying to shake the flames off. Lance winced a bit despite his predicament - he wasn't overly fond of such means to try to curb a battle.
He momentarily let his attention waver to check on Soren. He blinked as he saw him throwing various blades at the other minotaurs. The pull in his lower stomach at the sight wasn't necessarily related to anxiety over the battle and had everything to do with the shinigami's fine form and deadly motions.
However, looking away from Ikur for just a few seconds proved disastrous. The raging, burning bull enveloped in purple flames gave a mighty roar, lowering his head. He was far away enough that Lance would have been able to dodge him if he charged. It seemed Ikur had finally realized that, though. The exorcist wasn't familiar at all with the mutant bull species, so the fact it could extend its horns at will was a definite surprise. Thankfully they were generally wider than his body but he still found himself being pushed back at high speed until his back collided with the wall painfully. He couldn't help the pained gasp as all air left his lungs, pain erupting from his back and from his arm. He blinked spots away from his vision blearily and braved a look at his arm, fearing it to be impaled. Luckily there seemed to just be a gash at his skin and the impaled bit had been his coat's sleeve.
“I got you now, maggot! You'll suffer just as I have, just as my kin!” Ikur was still aflame but he didn't seem to notice it anymore, as his hooves scraped the floor in preparation to charge.
Lance's eyes widened and he tried to tug his arm free. He heard the fabric threatening to give away but it didn't rip all the way.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” He said more in stupefaction over the whole thing. He was about to be tackled by a fiery minotaur because his order valued 100% cotton high-thread count in the uniforms - he thought half hysterically as he put all his desperation in freeing his arm. Finally, finally, the fabric ripped and he felt his arm come free from the sleeve. Unfortunately, it was too late for him to jump away, as Ikur was charging his way at high speed. He hoped that at least it would all be swift and that he would just cease to be and not feel a thing. He closed his eyes at the last second as his certain doom approach at high speed.
Hawks flew as fast as he could, hardly feeling the air currents brushing his skin and feathers. Even with his speed, making all the way from one end of the city to the center felt impossibly too long when he knew for sure Endeavor’s wife was in danger. His eyes narrowed as he soon saw the hospital’s tall building. He knew something had happened right away, from the small figures of people gathered around looking up to...what?
His eyes widened when he spotted the figure clad in white outside a previously barred window that seemed to been have blown out, her bare feet perched on the sill, hands clasping the wall for dear life. That being the floor dedicated to the long-term patients with mental illnesses, probably the people down below thought she was trying to jump, even if the window had been blown outwards. Had he not known she was being targeted by the villains, he would have thought the same, and would have approached this differently. However, he knew for a fact the terrified woman was probably trying to run from someone and not jump.
“Todoroki-san, hold on!” He called out, deploying some of his feathers in case the woman slipped or was startled by his presence. She turned her face towards him, eyes desperate, white hair blown away by the chilly night winds at such altitude.
“Y-you’re-!” It seemed she recognized him as a friend. Good. It meant her mind was not that far gone and she would not put up a struggle. “He’s not the nurse! He’s not-”
He hardly expected the woman to make any sort of sense in her current predicament, but he was instantly alerted to the presence of someone in her room by her words. He hardly had the time to gather the shaken woman into his arms before a sudden gust of familiar blue flames erupted from the room. He barely dodged it in time and could feel the unbearable heat on his side. Dabi…
“Dabi! Every time I think you can’t sink any lower, you prove me wrong!” He rarely let himself be overcome with anger, but right now he could feel it clouding his reasoning.
The stitched up villain standing by the hole on the wall just grinned. “Oh? But we were just getting acquainted. You stick your nose in everything, hero…” The way he said the word ‘hero’ was as if he’d spat something bitter and vile from his mouth. “So you siding with us was just a ruse? Can't break your disgusting tendency to help others…”
The calculating blue eyes swept down to the people below on the ground. Amongst the crowd he could easily spot a boy and a girl with white hair. His features again opened in a smirk. That would do too.
“But you can have that woman, if you want. The number one’s kids will also do fine for my plans…”
Rei was trying hard to focus on her breathing, trying to apply any relaxation techniques she knew in this dire situation as she gripped the winged hero probably a little too hard for comfort. That man with her husband’s eyes, that man had tried to… She was going to be chased by those eyes forever! She was someone that deserved no peace, no respite, she would forever be hunted… She could hear the number two hero exchanging words with the criminal and her eyes snapped open at the dark haired man’s last words. She turned her panicked eyes towards him, making herself face those terrifying eyes.
“My children…” A quick glance down to the streets proved her fears correct - she could see Natsuo and Fuyumi looking up in distress. They had been due for a night visit, she now remembered. They probably thought she had wanted to end her life, wanted to abandon them, but now… Now that man wanted…
When she next met the villain’s eyes, her own had something other than panic in them, as she felt something wanting to burst from her chest.
“You leave my children alone, monster!”
She had been all but quirkless for years now. Ever since that terrible night when she had hurt her youngest child, it was as if she’d subconsciously punished herself, her inability to use her quirk just another reflection of her sick mind. But now that her children were being targeted because of their father’s job… All her pent-up feelings over the years - her anger, regret, sadness and frustration - took an icy cold shape, a sudden torrent erupting from her.
The people below the scene scurried away from the sudden giant icy pillar that took shape and covered the front of the hospital and part of the ground below. Only two of the people knew what had happened, even if their eyes couldn’t believe their mother capable of such a display of power.
“Holy shit, mom’s gone ballistic…” Natsuo commented next to a teary and wide eyed Fuyumi. She didn’t even admonish him for the cursing.
He sighed in relief internally, glad the other wasn’t leaving the city at all.
“A friend?”
That piqued his interest, because Damian had said himself that he didn’t really have that many friends. He blinked as he saw the...important looking man in the distance. He looked kinda familiar… Even if the man didn’t have what was seemingly a bodyguard, he still exuded high status, what with his well pressed expensive looking suit. It didn’t take him long to place his familiar face. Damian was friends with...the city governor?! That fact, along with the eyes of the important political figure analysing his figure were as effective as a paralyzing quirk - no doubt the other man taking in the cheap and rumpled uniform, his less than stellar attempt at taming his wild hair and his vaguely pale complexion, as he was effectively subsisting on cup noodles and little else until his next pay check. He knew he might as well have a flashing neon sign over his head saying ‘on a tight budget’ but he’d never felt that fact so strongly until now. With some difficulty, his brain fine-tuned back to Damian’s dulcet tones and he blinked at the other man’s words. He was making The Governor (yes, his mind was even using all caps now) wait to greet him?!
“Er, no! You’re not interrupting at all!”
For once, his nervousness wasn’t caused by Damian. He considered this a definite plus. He lowered his voice, leaning in closer so the very important political figure some distance away wouldn’t hear (unless his ability was related to enhanced senses, of course. Like all politicians, his quirk was kept a secret).
“But, um...is it really okay to keep your friend waiting?” The fact that Damian could keep The Governor himself waiting on the side again made him realize their immense difference in status. And yet...the dark haired man had put such a man on hold just to come say hi. That definitely made his heart flutter happily.
Place to roleplay:
Discord please! We can set up a server for Roleplay and OOC chat. My handle is kyrie0419.
So, I guess I've mentioned everything of interest. Any questions feel free to ask!
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