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"You know you mission, correct?"
"Yes, ma'am!" Harp's voice was full of pep and excitement, white hair billowing all around him. His instructor smiled softly, her porcelain skin wrinkling a bit. He couldn't help but wonder why he had never seen her smile before.
"Harpus, be careful. I know you want to earn a wing, but if you let your guard down, he can take away your light." Harpus nodded to his leader. She was wrapped in a white dress made of some kind of extremely lightweight material beyond his understanding. "And," She continued, tilting her head to one side and causing her brown hair to bounce a bit, "The humans are not what they used to be. Do not reveal yourself, Harpus. If they find you, they will capture you. And your powers are too weak to fight. You know that, right?"
"Yes, ma'am. I'll be careful." Harp's pink eyes flashed for a moment. Since he lacked any wings, he also lacked the ability to tap into his powers. For now, all he could do was temporarily sway someone's emotions. There were good things about being a cupid. Of all the angels, cupids were the most involved with love. However, they could cause extreme chaos if they decided to turn against the one spirit. They tampered with emotions. If they could make people fall in love, they could also take away that love. Because of this, cupids were carefully trained. Harp was thought to be relatively harmless, to they didn't care about him too much.
Harp focused his gaze upon the water before him. It was suspended horizontally, so he could walk through it. He looked to be a young boy of fifteen, with skin and hair white as fine china, and eyes the color of rose amethyst. Though he was far from short, he wasn't lanky or twiggy. He was wearing what looked to be a tunic, and his hair was styled upwards. For a moment, Harp froze. Did he really want to do this? Of course he did! Though it was dangerous, he needed to earn his wings from the one spirit! With a sudden cry that made those around him widen their eyes, Harp suddenly pushed himself into the water.
The human world was warm. Very warm. As his eyes flickered open, he could tell that there were warm hearts in this world. At the same time, he could feel the darkness. He suddenly sat up and looked at himself. He was wearing the most strange of clothes. Harps traced flawlessly smooth fingers on the strange, heavy fabric that covered his legs. They looked to be black in color, and had many pockets. "Ah! These are known as cargo pants!" Harp suddenly exclaimed. He felt his chest, and was met with hard metal. "And I think this is called a 'vest'..." Quickly getting to his feet, he noticed they were covered in some kind of hard substance. Right! These were shoes! The angel couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. This was so exciting!!
After looking around, the cupid realized he was on the top of a skyscraper. Was this the place his target worked? It was a good thing he was used to walking around! The portal had granted him clothes and the information he needed to blend in. He noticed there were people all around him, but nobody was making any move to greet or acknowledge him. All of his attempts to smile at people were met with nothing but suspicious looks. Harp's smile faltered for a second, but soon returned. "Right! that's why I'm here!" Harp set out to scout his target- a very dangerous one at that. His mission? Show him light.
"Yes, ma'am!" Harp's voice was full of pep and excitement, white hair billowing all around him. His instructor smiled softly, her porcelain skin wrinkling a bit. He couldn't help but wonder why he had never seen her smile before.
"Harpus, be careful. I know you want to earn a wing, but if you let your guard down, he can take away your light." Harpus nodded to his leader. She was wrapped in a white dress made of some kind of extremely lightweight material beyond his understanding. "And," She continued, tilting her head to one side and causing her brown hair to bounce a bit, "The humans are not what they used to be. Do not reveal yourself, Harpus. If they find you, they will capture you. And your powers are too weak to fight. You know that, right?"
"Yes, ma'am. I'll be careful." Harp's pink eyes flashed for a moment. Since he lacked any wings, he also lacked the ability to tap into his powers. For now, all he could do was temporarily sway someone's emotions. There were good things about being a cupid. Of all the angels, cupids were the most involved with love. However, they could cause extreme chaos if they decided to turn against the one spirit. They tampered with emotions. If they could make people fall in love, they could also take away that love. Because of this, cupids were carefully trained. Harp was thought to be relatively harmless, to they didn't care about him too much.
Harp focused his gaze upon the water before him. It was suspended horizontally, so he could walk through it. He looked to be a young boy of fifteen, with skin and hair white as fine china, and eyes the color of rose amethyst. Though he was far from short, he wasn't lanky or twiggy. He was wearing what looked to be a tunic, and his hair was styled upwards. For a moment, Harp froze. Did he really want to do this? Of course he did! Though it was dangerous, he needed to earn his wings from the one spirit! With a sudden cry that made those around him widen their eyes, Harp suddenly pushed himself into the water.
The human world was warm. Very warm. As his eyes flickered open, he could tell that there were warm hearts in this world. At the same time, he could feel the darkness. He suddenly sat up and looked at himself. He was wearing the most strange of clothes. Harps traced flawlessly smooth fingers on the strange, heavy fabric that covered his legs. They looked to be black in color, and had many pockets. "Ah! These are known as cargo pants!" Harp suddenly exclaimed. He felt his chest, and was met with hard metal. "And I think this is called a 'vest'..." Quickly getting to his feet, he noticed they were covered in some kind of hard substance. Right! These were shoes! The angel couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. This was so exciting!!
After looking around, the cupid realized he was on the top of a skyscraper. Was this the place his target worked? It was a good thing he was used to walking around! The portal had granted him clothes and the information he needed to blend in. He noticed there were people all around him, but nobody was making any move to greet or acknowledge him. All of his attempts to smile at people were met with nothing but suspicious looks. Harp's smile faltered for a second, but soon returned. "Right! that's why I'm here!" Harp set out to scout his target- a very dangerous one at that. His mission? Show him light.
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Funny, he didn't expect it to be so dark. As the thief navigated his way through the darkness of the halls, he was forced to use his hands to feel around. All in all, he was at a loss for what to do. Maybe he could just keep going for a while longer, until he made it to the temple's entrance. The thief grinned when he thought about his possible rewards, though. In the process, his white teeth glittered in the darkness.
Seph was scared. He had been walking all night, and now the morning was breaking. He was trekking through a ruined village. It was rumored to be cursed. But that's what drew him to it. You see, Seph wasn't very old, and he wasn't very hateful. However, he did crave one thing: power. And what had more power than an archangel? Perhaps another archangel...
After a little while, Seph stopped. He stopped in front of the huge palace-like building. He looked around. It was high atop a mountain, overlooking most of the kingdom. The boy paused to remove his hood, exposing his face. For a tomb raider, he was fairly young at only fifteen. However, due to the things that had happened to him, his heart was as tough as steel. Though he was about five foot nine, he was far from being beefy or extremely strong. Seph had piercing, icy blue eyes and a warm tan. His hair was a dark color, and it hung in front of his eyes a little. Carefully, the boy stepped into the temple and sealed his fate.
It was dark inside, as well. The thief cried out in frustration, coughing when dust filled his lungs. The dark scared him to death. He was wondering why he was even in here... until he forced himself to keep going. After his eyes adjusted, Seph could see a little clearer in the dark. He had heard a stories about idols, statues of precious metals that had mysterious powers. It was said that if you somehow got your hands on one of them, you could turn an archangel into your SLAVE. With such a power, Seph would be able to save them.
After a few hours of aimless wandering, Seph tripped over a crack in the floor, screaming slightly. He froze, then slowly got up. Though he wasn't the most superstitious of people, he didn't want to somehow wake the archangel before he found its idol...
Seph was scared. He had been walking all night, and now the morning was breaking. He was trekking through a ruined village. It was rumored to be cursed. But that's what drew him to it. You see, Seph wasn't very old, and he wasn't very hateful. However, he did crave one thing: power. And what had more power than an archangel? Perhaps another archangel...
After a little while, Seph stopped. He stopped in front of the huge palace-like building. He looked around. It was high atop a mountain, overlooking most of the kingdom. The boy paused to remove his hood, exposing his face. For a tomb raider, he was fairly young at only fifteen. However, due to the things that had happened to him, his heart was as tough as steel. Though he was about five foot nine, he was far from being beefy or extremely strong. Seph had piercing, icy blue eyes and a warm tan. His hair was a dark color, and it hung in front of his eyes a little. Carefully, the boy stepped into the temple and sealed his fate.
It was dark inside, as well. The thief cried out in frustration, coughing when dust filled his lungs. The dark scared him to death. He was wondering why he was even in here... until he forced himself to keep going. After his eyes adjusted, Seph could see a little clearer in the dark. He had heard a stories about idols, statues of precious metals that had mysterious powers. It was said that if you somehow got your hands on one of them, you could turn an archangel into your SLAVE. With such a power, Seph would be able to save them.
After a few hours of aimless wandering, Seph tripped over a crack in the floor, screaming slightly. He froze, then slowly got up. Though he wasn't the most superstitious of people, he didn't want to somehow wake the archangel before he found its idol...
Dragon princess said
What kind of deity could there be? Mxm right?
Yes, M x M. Maybe an animalistic god? It can be whatever you want.
I would be interested in a gijinka rp for sure! Since there aren't any PMs, this might be difficult. Luna, make a thread!
And yes, I'd be interested in tomb raider x deity.
And yes, I'd be interested in tomb raider x deity.
Hey! So, if you know me or not, it doesn't really matter! Anyways, when the site went down, I wasn't too adept at roleplaying. I was more of a casual kind of person. But recently, I've gotten better at it, and now I'm able to post a minimum of 14 sentences per regular post. I'm usually the one pushing the plot, but I would prefer if that didn't happen. As a forewarning, I won't be really strict or anything, but I'd like you to have at least decent writing ability. Plotting, on the other hand, is more difficult. If you're uncomfortable with it, you'll be happy to know that plotting is my thing. However, this also means that I tend to use... uhm... strange and unconventional plot twists. If you have any problems with that, just tell me.
Anyways, I only do M x M roleplays. Fandoms aren't really my thing unless we're using OCs. Also, my characters are always in the 14-19 age range. As for dom x sub, I can play either. Though, I do enjoy playing dom more. I'm also okay with having them on equal ground. My roleplays usually have some kind of supernatural or fantasy element in them. I know this isn't too much, but I prefer to confer via PMs, because it's a little more private. Usually, though, I'd have the roleplay take place over a thread.
Pairings and Plots: *=My role
Monarch* x Pierrot
Hunter* x Buck
Dark Mage* x Demon
Gorgon* x Cerberus
Servant* x Dragon/ other divine creature
Prince* x Gargoyle
Prince* x Animal-Hybrid
Pokemon Trainer* x Gym Leader
Pokemon Trainer* x Pokemon
Feel free to run your own ideas by me...
-To be edited!
Anyways, I only do M x M roleplays. Fandoms aren't really my thing unless we're using OCs. Also, my characters are always in the 14-19 age range. As for dom x sub, I can play either. Though, I do enjoy playing dom more. I'm also okay with having them on equal ground. My roleplays usually have some kind of supernatural or fantasy element in them. I know this isn't too much, but I prefer to confer via PMs, because it's a little more private. Usually, though, I'd have the roleplay take place over a thread.
Pairings and Plots: *=My role
Monarch* x Pierrot
Hunter* x Buck
Dark Mage* x Demon
Gorgon* x Cerberus
Servant* x Dragon/ other divine creature
Prince* x Gargoyle
Prince* x Animal-Hybrid
Pokemon Trainer* x Gym Leader
Pokemon Trainer* x Pokemon
Feel free to run your own ideas by me...
-To be edited!
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