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C1 is a traveling musician. They normally travel alone, but this time they are with a group of people. Rumors have swirled around that C1 has made a deal with the devil, and if you catch them at the right time, they will tell your fortune. C2 is a working citizen who loves to work on art in their free time. Making up stories, as well as painting elaborate portraits. Their job is a baker in the local town, but they have always strived for the stars.
One day, they hear about C1 traveling to the town, and want their fortune read. Once the fortune is read, C1 and C2 go on a journey that is filled with magic, danger and deceit. Can C2 ever trust C1? What does the future hold for them?
And old plot I wanted to continue, or start over! I prefer C1, but can do C2! 😊 -
can- can i do this if no one else wants to? 👉👈 🥺
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Yes!!! ❤❤
Would you like to do character sheets? -
i can make one in just a sec! :D
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C1 (Gonna do a simple sheet!)
Name: Damien Silvian
Age: (unknown, but looks like a teenager)
Looks: Damien has jet black hair, green eyes and freckles. He mainly wears extravagant show outfits, but when he is in his down-time, he wears jeans and a hoodie.
Personality: He is very light-hearted, but can be serious when he has too.
Short Bio: Damien always wanted to be some sort of creative. He always had big dreams and aspirations, then he got into show business. One thing led to another, and he became a pretty big star (at least in his musical niche).
Extra: He has a pet dog that he keeps with him -
name: tristan l. kennedy.
age: around 17-18 yrs old.
gender/sexuality: female/feminine enby (she/they/it), pansexual.
looks:
personality: very hotheaded, charismatic, outgoing, open minded, outspoken, creative, a bit of a confusing person.
extra: AuDHD, speaks german when she's emotional. -
(I love her!! Would you like to start, or me? :3)
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(uhh, you- i'm braindead :'))
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(Okie dokie! 😊)
Damien sat down in his dressing room, and stared at himself in the mirror. His eyes were tired, and his demeanor seemed worn. If anything, he really didn't want to do this anymore. He had been doing this for five years, and if someone had asked him when he started this journey he would have said things were looking up. He was following his dreams. Now, it was filled with lies, deceit and whatever else his 'managers' and the media let on. He sighed for a moment, and dusted off his pants. Before he could stand up, someone else barged into his dressing room. "Look, there is a line of people out there, waiting to see you." He let out a sigh.
"You don't have to go through the same spiel every single time we go to a new place. I think I can handle myself." He stood up, and made his way past the individual and headed around the stage toward the ticket booths. He ruffled his hair for a moment, and took a deep breath before plastering a smile on his face. He made his way out to the crowd; waving and smiling. Something about today though, felt different. He couldn't place it, but it was like their was something in the air. -
(quick question, what time period would you say this is in? meant to ask before but forgot lol)
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I'm picturing turn of the 20th century, so no cell-phones yet, but there are T.V's! And home phones!)
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(mkay :))
Tristan hummed softly as they walked, their eyes glued to the sketchbook in their hands as they simultaneously dodged people walking past them. They looked up when they accidentally bumped into someone, apologizing with an awkward smile. They looked over to see a large line, a puzzle look on their face. I wonder what this is for..? -
Damien continued to smile, and wave. He tried to ignore the questions from the 'reporters' as they waved their notepads, and screamed unreedeming questions about his personal life. This was one of those moments he wished Lila (the woman from the dressing room), would be by his side. He absolutely hating dodging the critics and reporters. Before he knew it, a fan shoved a poster under his nose. "PLEASE SIGN THIS FOR ME!!'' The girl screamed giddy with excitement. Damien pulled a marker put of his pocket, and started to sign his name. Before he knew it, Lila showed up and snatched the marker out of his hand. "He will be signing things after the show, and ONLY to his V.I.P guests." She said her eyes glaring into the crowd.
Damien sighed for a moment as people stood in a line for same-day tickets. "Let's go." Lila said, low enough where others couldn't hear. "They have got to see you, and that is enough. -
(Beep boop ❤)
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imsoclueless Senior(ahh, sorry! totally forgot to reply)
Tristan flinched at the sudden rise of screams, groaning softly from the overstimulation. God, what are these people getting so excited about? They questioned in silence, pausing their walking every once in a while to try and see what's waiting at the end of the line.
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