Hello! Just thought I'd throw this idea out here in case anyone was interested. This RP would be lighthearted in its plot with a relaxed pace; besides this little concept it's pretty much open for anyone to delve in and have fun with some fantastical slice of life styled shenanigans!
I'm looking for people willing to play supernatural creatures more on the gothic side (demons, grim reapers, vampires etc) in which, due to a blood contract intuitively created by a nine year old human girl, have to play the roles of her parents and other relatives. As the otherworldly creatures have to deal with her young human nonsense, the struggles of blending into mortal society alongside her, as well as going through the motions of investigating the cause of her biological parents' murder... The girl in return provides them with a home and the promise of their freedom once they fulfil the needs of her contract. Initially at odds with each other, they slowly grow a tad bit closer together, like scone dough that has ever so slowly mushed together as butter takes its time to properly settle into flour. Daw.
The demon contract idea is loosely based off of Black Butler although for this roleplay it definitely isn't necessary to have known the series to participate. I'd like at least three other people to be interested before this gets cracking.
Cheers!
One fateful Friday evening, in an apartment complex tucked deep into an ever-bustling urbanised city, little primary school aged Rosella woke up bitter and restless from what felt like a never ending dream. It was only until she rose to her feet did she notice the bloodstains of her parents soaking her pinafore dress. Peeling away the sticky cloth like a red membrane, a stab wound revealed itself so deep that it stun more and more the more she watched it relentlessly throb away.
The Ruth's residence became a family of one.
It was then that she called to you, a raspy howl of a cry, whose burdened tone screeched of bitter resentment, of desperation, of a beautifully ugly hate. Entranced by its veloce, you reached your hand through the barricades of the underworld, beyond corvid crowds and the hushes of cursed spellery. Grubby digits quickly clung tenaciously to yours. Eugh. It was kind of gross, the pudgy human thing.
But as it clawed desperately, latching onto you, a pattern of marigold flower tattoos etched its way onto the back of your hand. You had barely even laid a hand to mend her profusely bleeding wound before you noticed the most undesirable, un-demonlike seal sliding its way under your skin... It definitely didn't resemble the memento mori design you had imagined for your next human-demon seal.
Bloody hell. The last thing you wanted was to be someone's daycare mum, no matter how sexy of a creature you were.