ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴘᴏᴛɪᴏɴ |ɴᴏ.| ɴɪɴᴇ } /ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ/ѕᴇᴍɪ-ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ/ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ

[apathy,]

{{Okay, I shall stick with Mark. Random question, but by reading the plot. I think i have my answer.}}

{{It was, are chars allowed to be gay? But, by the love potion, I'm guessing no.}}

[.::Nani::.]

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description {optional}-
Zara isn’t really extremely tall, but her body is slender, yet curvy and covered with a layer of glowing, tan skin moving skillfully and gracefully about with precise, fluid movements. Her thick, dark hair reaches down to around her mid back, swirling in full, rich waves that cascade over her shoulders and along her back in shimmering ripples of dark, nearly black, shades of brown, and a vividly color sash, a beaded headpiece, or any other kind of accessory can almost always be seen tied around her head. Her legs are rather long and elegant, and her body is well shaped with an hourglass figure that she obtained after a couple of years of dancing, but she likes to keep as much of her skin covered by her loose, flowing dresses, and almost always has gold and silver bracelets, earrings, and necklaces chiming with her movements. However, her face, although considered beautiful with her radiant skin, nicely curved nose and long, thick lashes, and plump, rosy lips, seems to always carry a pain filled atmosphere mostly predominant within the deep pools of her light, olive green/ light blueish eyes.

name-
Zara

gender-
Female

age {20 to 24}-
Twenty-one

personality-
When Zara was young – around the age of five – her mother was brutally beaten and murdered by her own husband after he discovered the idea that she had been sneaking around with another one of the men from the caravan who he also finished off with later. After the rest of the caravan discovered the news, Zara’s father was banished from the group, leaving her behind with her aunt and uncle. The two of them never had children of their own, but they cared for Zara as though she was their true daughter and did their best to raise her in that manner, bringing forth a lively, spontaneous girl who was head strong about any matter that arose and never backed down when she had her opinion. By the time she was fifteen, she began to pick up the tradition of dancing in order to make a living. Many people would make remarks about how skillfully and gracefully she moved along with the beats of the tambourine, describing it as though she “had learned how to captivate people’s attention just with a single flick of her hips”. For a couple of years, this was her life—dancing. It was all she had hope for in her future, and all she planned on doing for as long as she lived. When she danced, it was like she had found a portal through which she could vent all of her elaborate emotions and feelings, all the while producing a masterpiece of art through her movements. However, this all changed one day when things had gone a bit too far. By the age of seventeen, she was used to having village men stop and stare at her for a moment, amazed by her skills –or perhaps just mesmerized by her young, lean body as well – but it was one particular group of those men who drastically warped her outlook on everything and made her question all the things she believed to be true. Almost as though they knew exactly when to strike – and Zara truly believed they did – they approached her after the rest of her group had taken off to pack up for the day. At a quick glance, they appeared to be handsome, friendly young men who Zara was more than happy to speak with, but after only a couple of moments had dragged on, she immediately took note of how their attractive charm was simply there in order to mask something far more horrendous – their true intentions with her. Long story short, when she returned to the camp, sobbing and dying of misery, she never was the same fiery girl she once had been before. Never again did she trust people quite so easily, and for a long while just the sight of a man was enough to make her cringe in fear, shrieking and breaking down into tears of terror and distress, nor did she ever dance again. It was almost as though her entire self had died on that particular day, leaving behind a ghostly girl who never could return to her previous state of happiness or leave behind those horrible, horrible memories.
Typically, Zara is an extremely reserved young woman who doesn’t like to stir up problems with people around her. Unlike her fiery, lively self from the past, she’s normally quite timid, shy, and quiet, but occasionally, she’ll have a moment where she reverts back to her innocent child-like, state of joy and optimism. Ever since the age of seventeen, she’s had a strong fear of men, but through time, she has been able to tolerate speaking with them, even if it’s simply a few words – any more than that, and she risks going into a fit of agonizing fear. Unlike most other young women her age, she is a bit of an oddball being that she prefers not to dance anymore or flaunt her body flirtatiously at the young men. Should anyone place a hand on her, she’ll immediately cringe away from them, and always finds it hard to hold eye contact when someone is addressing her, but should she ever feel threatened again while in a state of anger or unhappiness, she can immediately go into a state of rage and hostility, kicking and screaming to fend off her attacker. However, after what happened to her in the past, some people from the caravan see her as a disgusting piece of trash, treating her as though she’s a leper and casting her away with harsh comments and nasty remarks that scar her just as much as the actual event that caused it all – this is also one of the reasons as to why she doesn’t like to spend much time around the other members of the caravan. On a normal day, she will spend some time with her aunt creating jewelry in their wagon before finishing up for the day and spending some time alone in a nearby forest away from everyone else.

likes-
- Anything having to do with the forest
- Creating jewelry
- Animals
- Spending time by herself or with her aunt
- Music (Though she doesn’t like to dance anymore)
- Keeping the peace between people
- Rainy days
- Flowers
- Shiny objects


dislikes-
- Having to deal with men (Though she’s still frightened of them, she’s not entirely trusting with them)
- Stirring up trouble
- Townspeople (She just feels uncomfortable around them)
- Letting her guard down
- She fears trusting someone too much
- Hearing people fight
- Heights
- Small spaces
- Deep pools of water (She’s not quite sure how to swim)
gypsy or townsperson-
Gypsy

occupation {optional}-
Jewelry maker

love interest-
None at the moment

boyfriend or girlfriend-
None at the moment

other-
[[Can’t really think of anything to put here for now…]]

[[Okay! Sorry I took so long to post, I've been busy with school work today, and yesterday I had a bit of homework as well. Anyway, I'm probably gonna stay looking for a realisitc picture... but for now, if there is anything that should be changed, feel free to tell me :)]]

[Lennie]

}} Nani, character accepted. ^-^
Now, in regards to a gay character, I would lean towards saying no. My main point being that there are limited characters per gender, as well as, as you stated, the love potion. I do hope that you don't mind. :] {{

[.::Nani::.]

[[Alrighty! :D Thanks! So, how many more people are we gonna be waiting for before we start? 'Cause I could certainly try to invite some people if you'd like. :P]]

[Lennie]

[[Alrighty! Thanks! So, how many more people are we gonna be waiting for before we start? 'Cause I could certainly try to invite some people if you'd like. ]]

}} That would be wonderful if you could invite people, as I'd like to wait until we get a bit closer to filling the character slots. ^^ {{

[.::Nani::.]

[[Mmkay, I just sent out an invite to most everyone on my friends list, sooo... yea :D Hopefully we'll get some more members!]]

[Lennie]

[[Mmkay, I just sent out an invite to most everyone on my friends list, sooo... yea Hopefully we'll get some more members!]]

}} thank you so much. ^^ {{

[xWereWolf-Girlx]

((Hi! Nani invited me, I'll probably be working on my character throughout the day, can I reserve a male gypsy? ))

[ika;]

name- Isen Rivet.
gender- Male.
age- Twenty-Three.

personality-
Isen is soft, and less flashy then his friends. He's fully content to sit in a corner and observe, without being in the conversation. He's more of a strong and silent type, believing actions speak louder than words- he'd convey his love this way, rather than vocalizing it. Isen can be somewhat shy in expressing himself, finding it hard to speak about how he may be feeling, so he's seen as a difficult one to place as he hardly ever speaks about himself. Isen is deeply loving, though he may not come across as having the confidence for this to be possible. He's is very gentle and kind- easily hurt. With those he's familiar with, he's a joker, always ready with a smile to brighten up your day. If you need a shoulder to cry on, this lad would be in the front of the queue. He rarely speaks, and when he does it is usually not much. He doesn’t see a point in speaking to break a silence, or to prevent an awkward situation from occurring. In his opinion it is better for silence to be present than for something to be said that may irritate him, resulting in a sudden flip of emotions he cannot control. Because he rarely talks, Isen takes in a lot of what happens around him. He enjoys listening to the thoughts of others, taking in their perspective of the world. He is cautious though, for he knows that if someone says something that he may not morally agree with, it may speak an outburst. Isen always believes that something is his fault. If something happens that isn’t quite right, he points the finger directly at himself. He strives to be perfect, though his flip-flopping personality prevents him from ever achieving this goal. On a good day, he is sweet and can sometimes be charming, if he is fully confident with the person he is with. If you earn his trust, he will look out and protect you however best he can. Depending on his mood, and what is going on around him, Isen can be a very easy-going soul, he enjoys good company, and a good laugh, he also enjoys just relaxing by himself. He is content to be alone, but dreams of the days he can gather the courage to love someone.

likes-
[horses; he has been riding since a very young age, and has always had horses of his own.
[singing; his voice is pure, and he enjoys it as a way of expression.
[nature; something about being close to the earth has always soothed him.
[gentle people; his wary disposition is calmed by people like this.
[trees; trees hold great peace for Isen- he can often be seen climbing them.

dislikes-
[fire; it's a huge phobia for him, reducing him to tears at the best of times.
[loud noises; gunshots, even objects being dropped.
[rude people; he feels rudeness is just unecassary.
[death; Isen is a very sensitive character, and death unsettles him.
[homophobes; Isen is homosexual, though he is never confident enough to admit this.

gypsy or townsperson- townsperson.
occupation- equine trainer.
love interest- none yet.
boyfriend or girlfriend- none yet.
other- this roleplay is exactly what i've been looking for. Thank you so much for making it <3

[xWereWolf-Girlx]

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description {optional}- Syns brown hair is kept long, sometimes even grown out to the point where he has to keep it in a pony tail down his back. He is tall and stocky, his tanned skin over his tonned body, muscles showing from years of rigorous labor. His deep amber eyes are usually hidden by his hair and are only ever shown when he has to pull his hair back to preform. He has a broad jaw and a shapely face that calls attention to his wide lips and eyes when you can see them. If he lets you close enough to him to see them you would catch a glance into the true him. The deep amber pools shine out from his face, giving it a gentle look you wouldn't notice at first. He has scars from burns covering a large portion of his body, his largest being one that moves from his right ear down to his chest. He has a couple of ear pierceings in each ear and one in his tongue, which isnt very noticable. He also has mutiple tattoos criss crossing his chest and back and up on arm. He is usually shirtless, especially when preforming, and wears a pair of low riding pants and a multitude of different necklaces.
name- Syn Irvidan
gender- Male
age {20 to 24}- 23
personality- Syn is complicated. Around most people he is standoffish, quiet and keeps to himself. But when he is infront of a group of people preforming or even around a group of people he trusts his personality shifts. He becomes a very outgoing person, with a loud boasting humor and a smirk that could drop women instantly. He can be quiet a player often flirting with, and messing around with the women who watch him, it has never been hard for him to get one into his tent. He is sarcastic and pretty loud mouthed, but easy to get along with if you really try and get to know him. He very rarely will talk about his past and when he does he refuses to go into great detail. He insists on doin things for himself and don't really enjoy it when people offer to do things for him. He grew up in the gypsy lifestyle and has never once debated leaving for anything else, he wouldn't know where to go. It is known by most that he was raised by an abusive father, who usually beat him and his mother until one day he simply disapeared. Syn never talks about it and after his mother died of a mysterious illness he mainly closed himself off to the world.
likes-
-Fire
-Freedom
-Women
-Night
- Hes actually quit fond of dancing but he would never admit it
dislikes-
-Anything wet
-Being encolsed somewhere
- Being judged
- Talking about his feelings
gypsy or townsperson-
Gypsy always has been, always will be
occupation {optional}-
Fire preformer, he does anythign that involves it really.
love interest- Open
boyfriend or girlfriend-None
other- Syn is not really his real name, but no one knows what it is