forum Black Magic // oxo // open

Started November 23, 2020 by @LittleRiver local_movies

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_{I’m back from the dead hello my friends, if you see this and I haven’t responded to your rp in like a month, please bump it. My sincerest apologies}

You’re not my friend, but you’re not my enemy, either.
There’s something odd about you.
In all my time alone— all my time spent chasing goals that inherently evaded me— you were out there, saving lives.
You were making a name for yourself in a way I didn’t know how. It wasn’t for ego. It wasn’t for rights.
It was for them, and it was for your belief in their innocence.
I’ve changed, now. I’m not the same person you remember.
But I still don’t know how to be a hero, and I sure as hell can’t do it your way.

Right off the bat, I confused you. You’re welcome.
Long story short, I want a slow burn romance(?) between polar opposite people. It can be supernatural, considering I mention “heroes” in the lines above, or it could be something related to the justice system and police force or other people who save lives in reality. If it is supernatural, then I’d like to keep it more serious, too.
I’d like this to be a story between my character, a very distant, nearly emotionless, morally unstable man and your character, preferably a nicer-moraled person.
My character has an odd way of “saving people,” almost like a vigilante, but it seems too cheesy to call him that. So our characters would probably know each other only a bit, considering my chara would have a long history getting in trouble with either heroes or the law. I am aware that this is an insufferably vague description, but we can workshop it as we go. I’d also love for this to hold a little darker of an atmosphere, but it doesn’t have to be too dark. _Unless…?

Rules:

• I would prefer 3+ lines
• Cussing is fine by me, but no derogatory slurs pls
• Please have decent grammar/punctuation/spelling/vocabulary (the whole shindig)
• This is gonna be a pretty serious rp, but your character can be light-hearted if you’d like. Just not too much humor, considering I’m in my feels rn bAbY
• Have fun, my friend
• Pls be a lil active

Temps will be up once someone joins :D

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If you were to describe them in one sentence:

Physical Appearance: (links are welcome :)
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Full Name: Miles Elias Montgomery
Nicknames/Aliases: Monty, but only a select few call him that. He’s often referred to as Mr. Montgomery, considering many don’t know or prefer to use his first name.
Age: 28
Gender: Male h/h
Sexuality: bi
Occupation: It’s like… a vigilante, in the loosest of terms

Personality: A truly equanimous one. He uses his mind much more than his heart, and can be completely dismissive of his emotions— especially when it comes to romantic interest. Even so, he has many strengths his mind plays to. He is very analytical and intuitive, using his observant nature to his advantage while creating elaborate plans. Regardless, Monty is anything but neurotic. While he is often in his mind, he can find time to himself to be extremely inventive and creative, honoring outside-of-the-box thinking. Just as well, his emotional dismissal does not mean he sees emotion as a weakness; it simply means he does not know how to go about reacting to it. He surely has people he loves dearly, but he has trouble expressing that affection, and will often do it in an awkward, roundabout way. Even so, he tends to remain quieter, and some see that as borderline smugness or heartlessness. He has no time for nonsense and will not entertain anything he doesn’t find intellectually stimulating.
Mannerisms: Grits his teeth often, mostly if he’s deep in thought / pops his knuckles if he’s bored or taking a break from another action, uses it to stall / if he’s uncomfortable, he tends to become ungodly rigid and still
Hobbies: He appreciates literature and classical music, but does not write or play any instruments / he greatly enjoys reading, but other than that, he doesn’t have many hobbies
If you were to describe them in one sentence: Like a stereotypical grizzled victorian bounty hunter who’s a literal baby once you crack them.

Physical Appearance: Lighter brown hair that almost looks like a greyish-burgundy, parted in the middle and the strands that are supported to go to the side often fall into his eyes. His eyes are icy, the irises more of a cool white than blue, and they’re often covered by round, wire-framed glasses. Monty is pretty lanky, with thinner, longer legs and broader shoulders. He stands at about 6’0”, and his body is generally filled. His skin is paler, to be expected, and is relatively spotless with the exception of a few healing scars and pigment imperfections.
Normal Attire: He prefers to wear fancier items of clothing, like long coats and dress vests and the like. Always collared shirts, always slacks, always dress shoes. Only when he’s “home” does he wear something a little more casual, but often only to sleep. The most casual he gets is a button-up, always long-sleeved.

Backstory: TBD
Family: No immediate family. He was adopted after his mother was killed, and left his previous house to live with an older man and his older daughter. He stayed there until he was eighteen and promptly moved out on his own, pursuing a career that was… less than lawful.
Other: He is one of those reverse heroes. He doesn’t capture evildoers to bring “justice” to others. He’s more of a hitman, and doesn’t believe criminals have the ability to be rehabilitated.

Full Name: Kyo Tran
Nicknames/Aliases: People usually just call him Object Head, because he always has something obscure covering his head when his doing something relating to saving people. (like a toaster, paper bag, pumpkin, etc.)
Age: 26
Gender: Male, h/h
Sexuality: Homosexual
Occupation: Hero, though not quite a super one

Personality: Quite laidback and relaxed on a daily basis. He's always just trying to smile and have fun, which causes him to often ignore people don't go along with that or get in the way of that, unless that person is causing great danger to the masses. He's energetic and always talking to someone or even something if it comes down to it. He hardly sees anyone as a bad person, and rather that they merely did unfavourable things, or things that weren't good to him. He sees no one beyond saving, even if everyone else screams that they are, which is often cause for his heartbreaks. He becomes too attached to a goal, so when he fails it, he becomes quite dejected, but he'll still try to carry on with a smile and say he just wasn't the right person to try to save them. He often attempts to choke down emotions that hinder him from performing his best, most commonly love and envy. Although, trying doesn't always equate to succeeding.
Mannerisms: He tends to just sway side-to-side while snapping his fingers and humming random songs, most commonly when bored or trying to distract himself from something. / He plays with his hair when lying, though most people don't know that because he doesn't lie often. / His eyes tend to wander around places a lot when he's feeling uncomfortable or some other intense emotion, and he'll smile lopsidedly.
Hobbies: Enjoys painting and cooking during the little free time that he has, he also write poetry, though doesn't share it often.
If you were to describe them in one sentence: Quite a goal-setter, and one that tries very hard to achieve it too, so much so that his confidence fractures upon failure.

Physical Appearance: Kyo has wavy, black hair that reaches down to about his shoulders and it fades to a blond colour at the tips as he dyes it sometimes. Usually doesn't style it, the only times he does is when he's making sure no strands peak out from under the object on his head. His eyes are greyer than they are green and they have an almond shape to them. Though, for some odd reason, he doesn't show his eyes often and they are often covered by a cloth so that people looking can't see his eyes, but his eyes can see them. Kyo… well he isn't quite what one would call tall, standing at around 5'5". His figure is pretty thin and rectangular, and his skin is about the colour of caramel popcorn, though a hair lighter. His got light muscling on his stomach, as well as multiple scars in that area as well.
Normal Attire / Gear: He can and will walk out of his house in whatever he has in his closet. Said closets consists mostly of cargo pants and other baggy clothes. Usually his shoes are always some sneakers that he picked up, matching colours or not. He wears the pretty much exact same stuff at home, minus the shoes, and often times when he goes to sleep, only removes his shirt.

Backstory: ~~
Family: Grew up in a house with 5 siblings, all of them sisters. Three younger, two older. From the time the youngest one turned 4 years old, they were raised by a single dad due to their mother dying of illness. He stayed there until the age of twenty and then moved out, though he still help financially support his father. Hence why he doesn't buy himself expensive clothes.
Other: dunno–

There was an organization called Lostux.
It was what they called a “spy” company, maybe. Its only job was to dig up dirt on those who really didn’t deserve it. It was basically the kingdom of only the most baseless of conjectures, that were such long shots but it got innocent people in trouble with the law constantly.
For.. years Miles had been trying to track down whoever was in charge. From all-nighters breaking into file rooms at police centers to infiltrating the actual building at Lostux, he had gotten so many leads. But all ultimately led to some good-for-nothing nobodies, that had ties to the CEO but would never give up any information. Mostly because Lostux blackmailed their employees, too.
Regardless, Miles had no use for them anymore once they started sputtering nonsense, so he often disposed of anyone he deemed relatively useless.
Which was what was about to happen to this man, laying on the ground in front of him. It was only then did Miles curse the fact that he had chosen to wear a white vest, the bloodstains about as dark as his black shirt underneath. Sure, some of the blood was his own, but the body laying before him looked horribly worse. From black eyes to split skin, he was a wreck.
Miles rolled up his sleeve, slipping on brass knuckles from his pocket. It was a less humane way of killing someone, but his gun had fallen off the roof they were currently atop, crashing six stories below and splintering on the pavement. He wasn’t too worried about it, though. He never left fingerprints on anything, as a result of burning off the tips of his fingers purposefully, so his fingerprints were never a topic of conversation.
The figure before him was uncannily still, and for a moment, Miles wondered if he was dead already. It was nicer like this, though, with the victim quiet instead of begging. God, he hated when they begged, and then proceeded to give him a wrong answer to the only question he wanted.
“Who the hell runs Lostux?”
And again, no answer.

A simple Sunday afternoon, at least that's what it should have been, but yet again, Kyo had a call to a crime scene. Some days it made Kyo wish he'd never become a hero; it was quite irritating and troublesome at times. Every person should at least have one Sunday in peace. But that wasn't in the score for Kyo, especially with the organization this had to do with. Lostux was its name, Kyo would always read it as 'lost tux' by mistake.

But despite the slight silliness of the misreading, the organization was no laughing matter. It played with the lives of the innocent far too much and it had to be stopped, certainly. But it would be ridiculous if Kyo was sent there to handle it all on his own, no no, he was merely there to investigate. Despite being one of the silliest looking heroes around, he was also one of the most intelligent.

He strolled up to the crime scene with his hands in his pockets and a fake knight's helmet on his head. The atmosphere around the area was depressingly grey. There was nearly no colour aside of the splotches of red on the ground like fireworks. Though they were slightly hard to see through his blindfold, Kyo took notice of these and sighed. Something obviously had gone far out of line at the crime scene.

Kyo turned the corner to see more blood, as well as a battered body laying on the ground. His grey eyes widened with shock and he rushed over. "Woah, woah, hold it!" he called over to the person standing over the body. They were more than obviously the cause of the injuries, bloody clothes, brass knuckles; Kyo would have to be near blind not to notice such striking evidence. Kyo placed his hands on his hips and sighed.

"Just what kind of knowledge or satisfaction do you expect to get from this person? They're practically a corpse!" The tone that Kyo took on was nagging and what some people would consider annoying, but frankly, Kyo hadn't a care about it. He leaned down to the body and touched the greatly defiled person. As his fingertips came in contact with the damaged skin, the person winced slightly, it was at least a sign that the person was alive, even if not for much longer. Kyo returned to his standing position, once again his hands took place on his hips.

"Just who the hell are you?" he demanded, "Beating the living daylights out of someone who definitely would have had mental torture work better." He clicked his tongue with disappointment. "And you better not give me silent treatment like the other people I've encountered," he added, "I understand that I look stupid with this helmet on, but…"

Miles went rigid for a split second when another person just strolled into the scene. His eyes darted around the top of the building, simply taking in any possible escape routes. But the sudden movement drew him back, and he was cold and steady once more.
If looks could kill, these people before him would have been dead ten times over. Miles’s eyes were so utterly dark and piercing that they seemed to inherently pin down whatever he looked at. But the free movement of the figure in front of him certainly said otherwise, and soon Miles’s eyes were adverted elsewhere, slipping his hands back in his pockets. Maybe it was a futile attempt to hide his bloodied fists, but in reality, he couldn’t care less.
This figure in front of him with the knight helmet… yeah, it must be him. That “hero” he heard some people mentioning from time to time. Miles was never really caught up in the hero culture, seeing that whole lifestyle as a waste of time. Why focus on “saving” others when you could focus on ridding the world of the people who put others in danger in the first place? It was somewhat warped thinking, but Miles was too sick to care.
“It shouldn’t concern you, my name,” he uttered, words absolutely seeped in that freezing poison. With another stiff movement, he wiped the blood from the side of his face, hand retreating back to his pocket afterward.
He turned, his back facing the men. He didn’t get what he was here for, so why bother sticking around?
“You… You showed up quicker than I expected. The force must be getting… better. For that, my sincerest congratulations.”
Adjusting his vest, he began walking forward, stopping just premature of the side of the building. He peeked over the side, the street laid out six stories below. Luckily, the fire escape wasn’t too far down. He could make it if he jumped right…
“Natheless, make sure this swimmer doesn’t die. There are still a few things I’d like to ask him, when he’s in better shape. I’ll be looking forward to it.”
With that, Miles stepped up onto the ledge, wind tearing around him and whisking his words away. He looked back for a moment, savoring the image of the two hunched figures.