Background:
Plot:
My Character:
I would like to start the roleplay shortly before the attack on the carriage my character is sitting inside it with her family. For your character he can be whatever supernatural species you want (shifter, fairy, were-wolf/cat, etc.) and his bio is up to you.
Name: Ren Azoulas Mortuus
Age: 21 years old
Race: Dark elf
Rank: Bounty hunter; ex-prince of the dark elf kingdom of Hrath.
Personality He has the cold-hearted demeanor of a law-enforcement official combined with the gullibility of a child approaching a white van. Surprisingly, he excels mainly at domestic tasks despite labeling himself a heartless killer - mainly more to build reputation around himself than to show off any real skill. Despite having a bloodthirsty front, he’s actually quite gentle and romantic with those he becomes acquainted with. His morals are pretty loose, relatively speaking, so he finds it easy to bond with almost anyone. He has a sense of humor that comes in clutch at the worst possible times, and has very little sense of danger. After being exiled following a takeover of Joan native kingdom, he said been roughing it out, disguised as a bandit among a group of bounty hunters.
Family To his knowledge, his direct family was killed during the brutal, violent takeover which occurred one year ago. The man who took the throne in Ren’s father’s place is actually Ren’s cousin and a close childhood friend, Qev.
Other I was thinking that maybe the princess and he were torn apart due to the violent takeover occurring, and maybe she also knew Qev (the current king of Hrath). When they meet again, he must disguise his identity so his fellow bandits are not suspicious of him.
You can go ahead and start, I’m not sure where to begin with the scene. :,)
From his position on horseback, Ren galloped through the quiet, uneven terrain. Disappearing then resurfacing among the hills, the royal carriage, surrounded by illustriously armed caravans, swarmed the countryside. Ren’s bandit leader motioned for the ambush to commence, and the fray began. Exploding over the slope, the stout, muscular horse a of the bounty hunter camp fired flaming arrows which embedded themselves in the dry grass of the hills. Immediately, they erupted in a flurry of heat and chaos. Ren readied his aim at the main caravan, preparing to fire.
Then, he saw her through the window.
Despite the discordant flames, her expression was as porcelain as ever. Her hair was a dark, shiny black, like the silky coat of a housecat. “Wait!” He shouted, gesturing to the others.
“Don’t hurt the main caravan!”
The bandits began to pillage and wreak havoc upon the exterior caravans, salvaging the rich silk and pearls from where they spilled from their decorated clay containers. Ren approached the main caravan and a plethora of royal armed guards dispersed and scrambled to their positions. Before they could regain their wits and standing, he rushed past them. His dark steed let out a panicked whinny as it came upon the scorching heat and wreckage, and he shielded his eyes from the smoke and ash with a hand.
Then, in one swift movement, he raced past Selast and scooped her up with one arm, gripping her tightly with a gloved hand and pulling her into the back of the horse. Selast? He didn’t have time to think. “Hold on!” he shouted as they shot off over the hills. He gripped her waist, steadying her as the shock faded from his eyes. “You...? I haven’t...” The words caught in his mouth.
“I can’t ever let you go now that I’ve found you again.”
He shook his head subtly. “They won’t hurt anybody. And I would never hurt you,” he added quietly, his dark eyes even with her crystalline gaze. His mount, still in a hurry, rushed over the field as other bandits began to join them, escaping the frenzy. When they had made it to the foothills and the terrain became more mountainous, the horses slowed, and he was finally able to catch his breath.
His heart was beating a billion miles an hour, throbbing in his chest as he removed his hand from her slender waist. Did it really have to go this way? he thought to himself. This may just be the worst reunion in history. But she was back again. That was all that mattered. Everything had happened so fast, and Ren was still breathless.
--might be interesting for her to not realize who he is until he tells her later that night
Abruptly, Ren grabbed the back of her neck and spun her around, pinching her cheeks so she was facing him. It was a move that threatened to unbalance the horse, but he didn't care. Does she truly not remember me? A flurry of thoughts interrupted his concentration. When he locked eyes with her they dissipated like dandelions on a breezy summer day.
"Maybe you don't know who I am now. Maybe you forgot all about me, with your hundreds of handsome suitors and your hectic life at the palace. But I hope this is a chance to show you that I've changed. I'm a different man now."
What was he saying?! He regretted the words as soon as they came out of his mouth. Things would never, ever be the same again. He wasn't a prince anymore. He was a renegade under some secret guise as a bandit, of all things. And she was a regal princess, a fair maiden who belonged in courts, not on the back of some runaway horse. I'm ruining her life by doing this, he thought, subconsciously grimacing. He realized he was still holding Selast's chin in his palm, perhaps a little too tight, and he let go gently. "I'm sorry," he managed at last, feeling embarrassed for no particular reason at all. "I'll take care of you for now and release you in the morning. Apologies for the trouble, my lady."
“I wasn’t there for the jewels. It’s... complicated,” he managed, the lines of a scowl deepening on his features. If she hasn’t realized who I am by now, maybe she never will, Ren thought with despair.
“Jack!”
A fellow bandit called his name, as he’d begin drifting away from the pack in his muddled daydreams. That’s right. He was Jack Dixon. Ren, prince of Hrath, was long dead. His old life had vanished without a trace, so what was the point of foolishly trying to hold on to Selast? They had only been childhood friends anyway. Who knew what she thought of him now that his kingdom had been ravaged overnight? He gritted his teeth, nodding gratefully to his companions for the warning, and returned to the group. Up ahead in the hills, low firelight blazed. They were approaching the bandit camp.
As the gang paraded victoriously through the bandit camp, Jack was silent. Despite the celebration and gleeful howls of rogues who had picked up on the silk and gold of the royals, other bandits had begun warily eyeing Selast.
“Why’d you take the girl, Jack?”
A young knave galloped toward him, nodding respectfully and jabbing his thumb at Selast. To the others, she was just an unnamed noble, some worthless pawn. He couldn’t expose her as the princess of the vampires. “Bargaining chip,” he replied curtly. “If they come after us because of her, I’ll deal with it,” he added, pursing his lips. This could be more trouble than it was worth. More bandits began to holler and whistle as the beautiful girl went by on horseback. Ren bitterly pulled his goatskin hood over her, scowling protectively.
"Turn your eyes away from her, gentlemen," Ren sneered contemptuously at the bandits that had begun to crowd around the young woman, eyeing her with lust and cruelty in their gaze. Ren brandished his spear in their direction and a few of them scattered, but they still lingered hungrily around the main campfire. He led Selast to a small pitched-tent on the outskirts of the camp, just border a wide, shallow stream. The relaxing sounds of the stones being continually smoothed by the water allowed him to keep a cool head. He hopped off of his mount, letting it wander toward the center of camp, then offered a gentle to Selast, offering to help her off the horse.
"I don't recommend running, by the way. The men here are relentless archers, but I'll try to keep you safe from their advances," he managed, frowning and shifting aside the burlap opening to the tent.
“I...” he hesitated as he locked eyed with her. Honest? About what? And what would happen if she figured out who he was? The idea of completely letting himself go seemed unnerving for some reason, but there was no other way to make her comfortable around him. His mouth suddenly felt dry. Gulping, he nodded slowly at her proposal, sympathetic toward the hopelessness in her eyes. There wasn’t much she could do now anyway. It couldn’t hurt to have her trust him.
Sudden regret flooded him, causing his heart to pound against his ribs like the war drums of a marching troupe. Damn. What was there to do next? he wondered, gritting his teeth. He had made an impulsive decision, and it’s was one he would surely pay for soon. And the price would be steep.
“You can trust me not to hurt you,” he responded at last, his words drawn out and contemplative. “But first I have a question for you.” He welcomed her inside his tent with a gesture, then sat down on them a squat, woolly mat, cross-legged.
“Are you Selast?”
