Diran the Thief
Future manga artist
(The follow RP explanation will be described in second person.)
The cold, snowy wind was all you could hear. But that wasn't what was you were paying your attention to. A massive, gothic castle stood right in front of you. The frost covered windows, the snow all around it. It truly was a sight to see. Considering this castle was at the top of a mountain, you were somewhat exhausted from the predators and huge climbing you had to do. But that didn't stop you. You approached the tall entrance door, placed your hands on it and pushed it open. Inside, despite the cold, there were white and red roses in the main room. In the middle of it was a man, kneeled on the ground, a huge scythe in front of him. The man had big black robes, black pants with knee guards of steel. His hood was up. A few seconds of silence happened, then the man spoke.
"Who are you?" He asked. "You don't belong here. If it's a fair duel you seek, return to your home. You've come to the wrong place. But... if it's death you seek." He stood up and held his scythe with both hands. The wind from the entrance door blew his hood off, revealing his face. He head long brown hair and orange eyes. He gave you a threatening gaze. "A quick but painless death I cannot promise." He said. (And this is where the RP will continue from. Both of our character's are witchers and that is why your character is here. Now, you must convince my character to go with your character. Sound cool? We can RP here or private message. Your call.)
The cold, snowy wind was all you could hear. But that wasn't what was you were paying your attention to. A massive, gothic castle stood right in front of you. The frost covered windows, the snow all around it. It truly was a sight to see. Considering this castle was at the top of a mountain, you were somewhat exhausted from the predators and huge climbing you had to do. But that didn't stop you. You approached the tall entrance door, placed your hands on it and pushed it open. Inside, despite the cold, there were white and red roses in the main room. In the middle of it was a man, kneeled on the ground, a huge scythe in front of him. The man had big black robes, black pants with knee guards of steel. His hood was up. A few seconds of silence happened, then the man spoke.
"Who are you?" He asked. "You don't belong here. If it's a fair duel you seek, return to your home. You've come to the wrong place. But... if it's death you seek." He stood up and held his scythe with both hands. The wind from the entrance door blew his hood off, revealing his face. He head long brown hair and orange eyes. He gave you a threatening gaze. "A quick but painless death I cannot promise." He said. (And this is where the RP will continue from. Both of our character's are witchers and that is why your character is here. Now, you must convince my character to go with your character. Sound cool? We can RP here or private message. Your call.)
