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Rose tea tastes good sometimes
'Love at first sight'
Something simple and often overlooked words, naive and too fairytale'ish.
But why not indulge in such romance? A gentle pursue of love that stems from such naive thought.
Hello, I'm mainly looking for. . . "Gentleman, yet dominant lover.(top)" To fall in love at first sight with Kaiseal, to court him properly so we can both giggle and kick our feet at the blossoming romance as he learns to open up to the feeling of being cherished and loved.
Something simple and often overlooked words, naive and too fairytale'ish.
But why not indulge in such romance? A gentle pursue of love that stems from such naive thought.
Hello, I'm mainly looking for. . . "Gentleman, yet dominant lover.(top)" To fall in love at first sight with Kaiseal, to court him properly so we can both giggle and kick our feet at the blossoming romance as he learns to open up to the feeling of being cherished and loved.
Demons always fall prey to misconceptions; that they are scheming good for nothing when in reality a majority of them are merely ones who just wanted to live their life as normal with little to no hassle.
Media depictions from humans portrays them as the villains of a story. Leading to further stigma - and even more so when an Oracle was read out by a highly influenced Church that the world will be consumed by demonic energy until nothing else remains should the Demon Lord not be slain.
Fear causes an uproar amongst human races and Heroes were appointed, leading to a massacre of the so called evil Demonic race.
The Demon Lord sealed Kaiseal away during the height of the war, to a slumber in his own pocket of time - only to awaken long after the Demon Lord's death in hopes that time will wash away human's stigma and fear towards Demonic race and his son would be safe then.
The spell had drained him of most of his energy and when the Heroes came with holy artifacts, they slayed the Demon Lord at his weakened state upon his throne.
I am a fairytale storyteller at heart, so be prepared for the most fluff, cliche scenes one can imagine. So I'm looking for someone of similar interests, romance, cliche, fluff, actions, some angst but I hope not too much, my heart can't take it.
In regards to angst regarding romance (miscommunication, Kaiseal seeing your oc being flirted with and your oc kinda playing along with the advances) - if it's not addressed in a few replies, or in a few days time in the rp, I don't want it. This RP is specifically for soft love, commitment to 'love at first sight', if your OC isn't the type to reassure Kaiseal right there and then like a gentle, dominant man. I don't want it.
However please be at least 18 of age, as there will be mature topic discussed involving real world issues to fit the theme of world building as we go.
I love talking about potential plot, future plots and what is currently going on in the roleplay. Playing as multiple characters are always encouraged as it helps making the world feel lived in, be it ordinary npcs or other staff, or a friend coming to visit. So I hope we can talk OOC often to help establish where we are in the roleplay and how to move scenes along.
I mostly write multiple paragraphs. But we can do smaller scale when they're just talking to one another. Of course literacy is needed, I'm not an expert either but I do hope there will be efforts from both of us.
I however, am strict with appearance since I'm a sucker for handsome faces. Please make sure the art and style you use at least fit mine/or is proper so it's not too jarring to imagine them both together. My imagination is quite vivid - if you cannot find proper image then a detailed description will do!
I prefer to talk ooc over discord! Easier to rapid fire ideas and plots, but we can talk here too if you don't have it or prefer here, it's not a strict requirement.
In regards to angst regarding romance (miscommunication, Kaiseal seeing your oc being flirted with and your oc kinda playing along with the advances) - if it's not addressed in a few replies, or in a few days time in the rp, I don't want it. This RP is specifically for soft love, commitment to 'love at first sight', if your OC isn't the type to reassure Kaiseal right there and then like a gentle, dominant man. I don't want it.
However please be at least 18 of age, as there will be mature topic discussed involving real world issues to fit the theme of world building as we go.
I love talking about potential plot, future plots and what is currently going on in the roleplay. Playing as multiple characters are always encouraged as it helps making the world feel lived in, be it ordinary npcs or other staff, or a friend coming to visit. So I hope we can talk OOC often to help establish where we are in the roleplay and how to move scenes along.
I mostly write multiple paragraphs. But we can do smaller scale when they're just talking to one another. Of course literacy is needed, I'm not an expert either but I do hope there will be efforts from both of us.
I however, am strict with appearance since I'm a sucker for handsome faces. Please make sure the art and style you use at least fit mine/or is proper so it's not too jarring to imagine them both together. My imagination is quite vivid - if you cannot find proper image then a detailed description will do!
I prefer to talk ooc over discord! Easier to rapid fire ideas and plots, but we can talk here too if you don't have it or prefer here, it's not a strict requirement.
Drowsy sun's ray began to filter through the Capital in their soft light, awakening slumbering souls from their night's rest - or a call to rest for those who had stayed up through the night.
But far away, there lies a castle of old. Hidden in the mountainous range where they fear the resurrection of a Demon Lord, our Heroes had been sent to investigate strange influx of demonic energy.
The castle itself is still standing high and mighty as though some otherworldly powers are keeping it from being badly eroded by time, though overgrown with vines climbing it's walls, the courtyard's rose hedges overgrown yet still bringing colors to what is an otherwise abandoned feel. A splash of red and white roses amongst wild greeneries.
While most of the structure are intact, there are countless of breakage, crevices and chunks missing the further one steps past the gate. Sunlight filtering through holes in the walls - reminders of past battles that ravaged the castle's interior. Long winding hallways - dust kicking up with each step on faded red carpets leading to the throne room.
Large double doors left ajar, thick layer of dust piled on the floor whilst one of the doors are cleaner than the other. There on the floor, fresh markings brought brighter tiled lines indicating the door had been opened recently.
Within the throne room, across ruined distance from the door there is a sword - a hero's sword stuck deep through a king's throne, the sword had not been moved from where the previous heros had ended the Demon Lord's life.
Next to the throne; an unknown figure dressed in white robe kneeling on the floor. Hunched over with trembling shoulders.
Upon hearing muffled footsteps crossing the room. The figure startled, trembling hands pushing himself up from the kneeling position - Kaiseal turns to face the intruders; looking down at them from he stood on the high dais.
Strong wind flows into the ruined space through broken windows, particles of dust swept up and as with his hood - lifting it up to no longer hide his face as it flutters down, resting over his neck.
He is the son of the previous Demon Lord. Woken from a spell his father had cursed him with - to wake up long after the curser had died, such cruel spell to be cast and for the caster. Kaiseal's pale cheeks were flushed, redness in the corners of his eyes - glassy eyes and droplets of tears glistening as they fell.
His slim form covered by his white cloak - though he is no more than in his mid-20's. Not a demonic feature in sight to the naked eye, but for those who has the ability to see past mere appearance, his mana is impure, as if shadows themselves circles around him however faintly. A misty black.
Grief lingers within his ocean blue eyes as he stared the humans down. His long hair - several shades of pale green, flows in the wind, unbound and when he speaks his voice trembles, as if seeking mercy. "Let me grief in peace. Your kin have already murdered the Lord of this castle. You have won, what more do you want. . .? If you desire to end me as well then slay me where I stand; I will not fight back."
But far away, there lies a castle of old. Hidden in the mountainous range where they fear the resurrection of a Demon Lord, our Heroes had been sent to investigate strange influx of demonic energy.
The castle itself is still standing high and mighty as though some otherworldly powers are keeping it from being badly eroded by time, though overgrown with vines climbing it's walls, the courtyard's rose hedges overgrown yet still bringing colors to what is an otherwise abandoned feel. A splash of red and white roses amongst wild greeneries.
While most of the structure are intact, there are countless of breakage, crevices and chunks missing the further one steps past the gate. Sunlight filtering through holes in the walls - reminders of past battles that ravaged the castle's interior. Long winding hallways - dust kicking up with each step on faded red carpets leading to the throne room.
Large double doors left ajar, thick layer of dust piled on the floor whilst one of the doors are cleaner than the other. There on the floor, fresh markings brought brighter tiled lines indicating the door had been opened recently.
Within the throne room, across ruined distance from the door there is a sword - a hero's sword stuck deep through a king's throne, the sword had not been moved from where the previous heros had ended the Demon Lord's life.
Next to the throne; an unknown figure dressed in white robe kneeling on the floor. Hunched over with trembling shoulders.
Upon hearing muffled footsteps crossing the room. The figure startled, trembling hands pushing himself up from the kneeling position - Kaiseal turns to face the intruders; looking down at them from he stood on the high dais.
Strong wind flows into the ruined space through broken windows, particles of dust swept up and as with his hood - lifting it up to no longer hide his face as it flutters down, resting over his neck.
He is the son of the previous Demon Lord. Woken from a spell his father had cursed him with - to wake up long after the curser had died, such cruel spell to be cast and for the caster. Kaiseal's pale cheeks were flushed, redness in the corners of his eyes - glassy eyes and droplets of tears glistening as they fell.
His slim form covered by his white cloak - though he is no more than in his mid-20's. Not a demonic feature in sight to the naked eye, but for those who has the ability to see past mere appearance, his mana is impure, as if shadows themselves circles around him however faintly. A misty black.
Grief lingers within his ocean blue eyes as he stared the humans down. His long hair - several shades of pale green, flows in the wind, unbound and when he speaks his voice trembles, as if seeking mercy. "Let me grief in peace. Your kin have already murdered the Lord of this castle. You have won, what more do you want. . .? If you desire to end me as well then slay me where I stand; I will not fight back."
I am hoping for a Demon x Hero trope and as usual your character can be of any ranks in the Nobility and Royalty lines, how they became a Hero, appointed by the royal family or they, themselves are royalties. Or perhaps trained in the art of military to become a Hero? How well are the friendships between the Heroes and who will fall for Kaiseal the moment they step into the room?
What would happen, after this interaction? Would Kaiseal be dragged back into the Capital, thrown in a cell only to be released under the Hero's guidance? We can brainstorm together!
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