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Next installment of my 'Love at first Sight' !!
A criminal, of all people. Isra who is shunned by the masses for a crime of his past self when in reality, he is framed by his own flesh and blood who were supposed to keep him safe, forced to become the black sheep and scapegoat of Mauritius family.
His existence - from the moment he breathed his first breath, was to become a pawn. The love he was given is all a hoax. Faux words of comforts from those he thought were family...
He was a mere child at the time, dazed and confused, pushed into scandal far heavier than his mind can handle, his plea and cries reaches no one as eyes greedily stares at the poor lamb for the slaughter of nobles.
His is only allowed to live as though he is dead - his name mentioned with spite to elevate other's act of grace.
He'd come to wary people's act of kindness involving him, a timid soul traumatized by kindness. Please handle his heart with care, reassure him in his times of need.
Name: Isra Ciaera
Height: 5'8 / 172cm
Age: 24
Occupation: Antique store clerk
His existence is the most worse kept secret within the Mauritius family; The bastard child of Count Mauritius and his prostitute mistress.
Isra who allegedly murdered the Count's wife one late summer night at the age of 13. And although her death was ruled for an accident - a misstep that resulted in her stumbling against a vase, shattering it and landing on the shards. All attention were on the child; Isra who just so happened to be with her alone during it.
From then on, he had been labeled a criminal.
Looking for an item perhaps - yet found the love of their life at first sight instead!
'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 Isra, to court him properly so we can both giggle and kick our feet at the blossoming romance as Isra learns to open up to the feeling of being cherished and loved.
If your character just so happen to be some kind of womanizer, or something of the like that flirts with everyone- don't. What's the point of love at first sight if your character still go and flirt with other people while still trying to properly court him??
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 Isra, to court him properly so we can both giggle and kick our feet at the blossoming romance as Isra learns to open up to the feeling of being cherished and loved.
If your character just so happen to be some kind of womanizer, or something of the like that flirts with everyone- don't. What's the point of love at first sight if your character still go and flirt with other people while still trying to properly court him??
A criminal, of all people. Isra who is shunned by the masses for a crime of his past self when in reality, he is framed by his own flesh and blood who were supposed to keep him safe, forced to become the black sheep and scapegoat of Mauritius family.
His existence - from the moment he breathed his first breath, was to become a pawn. The love he was given is all a hoax. Faux words of comforts from those he thought were family...
He was a mere child at the time, dazed and confused, pushed into scandal far heavier than his mind can handle, his plea and cries reaches no one as eyes greedily stares at the poor lamb for the slaughter of nobles.
His is only allowed to live as though he is dead - his name mentioned with spite to elevate other's act of grace.
He'd come to wary people's act of kindness involving him, a timid soul traumatized by kindness. Please handle his heart with care, reassure him in his times of need.
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, Isra 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 Isra 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, it's not a strict requirement.
In regards to angst regarding romance (miscommunication, Isra 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 Isra 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, it's not a strict requirement.
Name: Isra Ciaera
Height: 5'8 / 172cm
Age: 24
Occupation: Antique store clerk
His existence is the most worse kept secret within the Mauritius family; The bastard child of Count Mauritius and his prostitute mistress.
Isra who allegedly murdered the Count's wife one late summer night at the age of 13. And although her death was ruled for an accident - a misstep that resulted in her stumbling against a vase, shattering it and landing on the shards. All attention were on the child; Isra who just so happened to be with her alone during it.
From then on, he had been labeled a criminal.
A Prince! Dear me, a royal who had fallen for a criminal? The journey to prove his innocence while keeping him by your side despite the difference between your ranks will be a tough one.
A Duke? Of the north?
A passing traveler who just so happen to windowshop and sees Isra in the store?
Someone in the position of military coming into the store to investigate yet another false accusation from those who want to make Isra's life more difficult than it already is?
OR, have they arrived during a situation where Isra had been accused and now they need to calm the situation down?
Sky's not even the limit! We can brainstorm together.
Oh my, could it be a mysterious owner of the Antique shop he works in? Or someone else pulling the string so Isra can work there???
A Duke? Of the north?
A passing traveler who just so happen to windowshop and sees Isra in the store?
Someone in the position of military coming into the store to investigate yet another false accusation from those who want to make Isra's life more difficult than it already is?
OR, have they arrived during a situation where Isra had been accused and now they need to calm the situation down?
Sky's not even the limit! We can brainstorm together.
Oh my, could it be a mysterious owner of the Antique shop he works in? Or someone else pulling the string so Isra can work there???
Ticking of clocks accompanied his steady breath, old books lined up upon wooden tables, scent of sandalwood incense permeates the air, creating a sense of tranquility. Behind glass covers along the walls, vase and sculpture of different eras are on display with their golden color and intricate carvings.
Up in display cases, smaller items ranging from bracelets, rings - jewelries , some tacky and some basic, waiting for those who seek the same styles to pick them up, although during the times he has worked here, someone had yet to pick any from the more bold section.
Rows upon rows of miscellaneous items set upon tables and cabinets, some precariously stacked - making it look like a jenga tower, only the prize is not paying for any broken items should one manage to pull out the item their curious mind laid eyes on.
Currently the young man is sitting on the wooden floor of the antique store, a lit oil lantern next to him for a stronger source of light other than the sun shining through the store's large windows. Several small trinkets surrounding where he is sat cross legged - but color coded from its shades and hues. Occasionally his pastel colored yes wandered to the shop's glass window, at the passerbys, carriages and wagons before he returned his focus back to the items he is holding.
In his right hand he held a cotton handkerchief, in his left - a silver locket, neatly cleaned and not a speck of dust on sight. He puts the locket neatly into its red linen bedding. Isra picked up another locket from his left pile, slender fingers working with dexterity to rid of any blemishes.
A change of lighting within the store brought his attention away from his mindless cleaning, the ring of a bell hung above the door indicate that a potential customer had entered, well, a customer or a problem.
Isra puts away the cloth and pendant, uncrossing his legs whilst he pushes himself up to a standing position with his right hand before he turned his body to properly take a look of who had entered.
"Welcome."
Up in display cases, smaller items ranging from bracelets, rings - jewelries , some tacky and some basic, waiting for those who seek the same styles to pick them up, although during the times he has worked here, someone had yet to pick any from the more bold section.
Rows upon rows of miscellaneous items set upon tables and cabinets, some precariously stacked - making it look like a jenga tower, only the prize is not paying for any broken items should one manage to pull out the item their curious mind laid eyes on.
Currently the young man is sitting on the wooden floor of the antique store, a lit oil lantern next to him for a stronger source of light other than the sun shining through the store's large windows. Several small trinkets surrounding where he is sat cross legged - but color coded from its shades and hues. Occasionally his pastel colored yes wandered to the shop's glass window, at the passerbys, carriages and wagons before he returned his focus back to the items he is holding.
In his right hand he held a cotton handkerchief, in his left - a silver locket, neatly cleaned and not a speck of dust on sight. He puts the locket neatly into its red linen bedding. Isra picked up another locket from his left pile, slender fingers working with dexterity to rid of any blemishes.
A change of lighting within the store brought his attention away from his mindless cleaning, the ring of a bell hung above the door indicate that a potential customer had entered, well, a customer or a problem.
Isra puts away the cloth and pendant, uncrossing his legs whilst he pushes himself up to a standing position with his right hand before he turned his body to properly take a look of who had entered.
"Welcome."
Looking for an item perhaps - yet found the love of their life at first sight instead!
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