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The Right Path [Ghost & Ebby]

Opening his own bedroom door and closing it behind him was the most relieving action Bas had done all day, and he thanked the gods that no one had seen him enter, or in the hall for that matter. 'An ignorant slave dumped the days dish water down me' He imagined himself saying to a passerby in his mind. But that wasn't him. Bas's voice betrayed his mind most days, and he didn't want that for the servant boy. Bas crossed his room stripping away the dropping clothing and tossing it to the floor before standing in his bathroom doorway. most of the rooms walls were encased in curtains. All minus one which held the family banner. A spear that flowed and split into vines that weaved to all edges of the cloth. The symbol of growth for the people through the power of the royals. Bas laughed staring at the banner and slipped into his evening bath. The bath was most like a hole that encompassed the floor, walking in there was steps down to enter and a pathway around for chamber maids to serve him. However, he n ever used them. This was to only time he could be himself, locked away like a child on time out. He splashed himself, rubbing smooth water over his body. The chamber maid had done an excellent job scenting the water with that of lemongrass and sage and soon the rotting water mixed in with the pure water of the bath. The water, now considered dirty, still called out to the child is Sebastian and he spun and fell backwards. Letting the water consume his body he lay at the bottom and stared up through the water. Watching the ceiling ripple and sway, distorted by the liquid that glazed his eyes. "BAHHH!!" He shouted as he sprung from the water and laughed at his own being. "I should switch that boy and Spencer, give that bulk what he deserves. Such a big head with nothing in it, even for someone of nobility. Although that boy." Bas said to himself as he slid into his night clothes and tied up his robe. "He seems to take on challenges quiet easily, hmm" He added, voicing thoughts as he made his way to the bed. Laying in bed he let his mind take him back to the farmyard counsel meeting. Of course he had never been to a farm, so the setting in his mind off, however the animals yelling at each still sparked amusement. With the farm animals yelling at one another his dreams started to pull him towards sleep. He did not desire supper, nor the company of anymore people. His wish of dreams was denied by a knock to the door. He wanted to deny it and drift away, but knowing he couldn't lifted himself from his bed and slipped himself into a red jacket and pants. He left the jacket undone and pants loosely tied. Certainly this couldn't be a political matter, as a lazy look would due. He opened the door and once again was surprised to see the water boy from earlier standing in his doorway. "You.." He started with a curious tone, then gave a quick glaze down to hall both ways. "Get in before someone sees you and wonders why you, of all people are here." He finished, not giving the boy much time to answer never mind obey. He grabbed the boys sleeve and yanked him through the doorway and closed it. Here he stood, half dressed, with a servant stumbling into his chamber, no thanks to him of course. He started to tuck and adjust the clothing he had thrown on, this was just a servant. However, servants gossiped enough without throwing his night dressage into it.

The Right Path [Ghost & Ebby]

Bas could feel the water run in droplets down his chest, clothing, and end in a slap on the floor. He listened to the boys rant, observing every movement and gesture presented to him. The servant was in such distort, and angry at Spencer. Bas could understand why. It wasn't often that kitchen staff names stuck in Bas's head. Spencer was of noble blood, although no other noble wanted him and so his father had thrown he into the kitchen to see it straighten him up. With the features of this boy it did not surprise Bas that Spencer would pick on him, and the prince let out a sigh of irritation and rubbed his temple. At least no one was here to see him in this scenario. The prince's eyes came directly to meet the boys. His own looking more like waves crashing, and swirling into rapid whirlpools around the black of his pupil. This boy had more then his own issues to worry about. He shouldered a greater burden. Of course he did, he was a peasant. A small string of words came back to the prince as he stared silently at the boy. The pig and the duck, who had argued over the living conditions of the lower class, although they had never been and would not comply to the prince gaining this knowledge first hand. "Take your bucket, boy." Bas said throwing his head in the direction of the runaway water bucket. "And get back to work, before the taxes rise" He added calmly finally turning his gaze away from this servant to look around for anyone else. That would be the last thing he needed, to be seen covered in smelly dirty water. New clothes ruined, not that he cared. With the coast clear of stray servants and guards the prince made his leave as if the boy did not exist and made it through the castle and to his bedroom.

The Right Path [Ghost & Ebby]

Bas had been sitting in a meeting for what felt like hours. Most of it he had been day dreaming, his eyes involuntarily shifting from one person to the next and they had their turn to speak, contradict, and debate various matters of business within the kingdom. Raise taxes, lower taxes, road taxes, exports, imports, you name it and these men talked about it. It was quiet early on that Sebastian had tuned out and instead gave the other members different animal noises. They made quiet the farmyard of animals. The cow, the horse, the chicken, the duck, and the pig. Bas began to smile as his personal fantasy gave way to angry 'moo's' and irritated clucks. The counsel members caused the young prince's mind to wondered further away from the discussing topics. His eyes were seeing men, but his mind was seeing a farm yard with an improvement on the stench of course. "Your Highness?" The cow had mooed at him, as Bas's eye could only stare. They counsel member repeated himself. This drew the attention of the others and before he knew it, all their eyes were on him. "Ah, yes. The tax issue that has been debated over the course of this weeks meetings. It seems to me that with the increase in taxes the lower class starve, making my father and mother look like selfish monarchs. If that what you want of your King? From him to be overthrown." Sebastian began and stood from the table. "Nobles don't live when hungry people rebel" He added looking over his shoulder at the table and started towards the door. As Bas walked down the corridor he unbuttoned the first few buttons of his coat. This was a servant hall, and thus should be empty at this time. It turns out he was wrong. However, he realized this too late as he rounded a corner and collided with a servant. Before he new, the young prince was soaked from chest down in something slimy and wet. "What in God's name!" He began opening his eyes as the bucket bounced off the stone floor and rolled in a semi-circle near by. His eyes flared up, like pits of ice, ready to freeze on contact. However, instead of seeing the servant that was to be expected, Spencer, it was a smaller boy, what was this one's name. "You have 10 seconds, talk." Bas stated, this young man was clearly not built enough to have handled the bucket, and yet had tried. Had this had been anyone else he might have punished them immediately, but this servant was different and something had made him take the bucket.

The Right Path [Ghost & Ebby]

Appearance medium length auburn hair, silver eyes, slender build, clean shaven (unlike in photo), average stature, natural tanned skin.

Sebastian Cain

Age

20

Personality

Bas holds himself up high in the courts, and plays the part of an obedient prince for his father and mother. This mask he wears to hid the longing to strip himself bare of all the duties he does not wish to comply with. Underneath is just a boy who wants to see the world and take in as much as he cant before his years are through. Bas is only himself when their is no one to watch him, keeping his true opinions and actions to himself as if they were improper. Trying to be "good" for his parents.

Background

Bas was born in the castle walls. When he was a young child he had attempted to leave and run away on the back of the castle hound. Needless to say that didn't go well and since he realized the toll his desires took on the family he tamed himself down. Once he had mastered the art of hiding his feelings in the presence of others his life started to improve, or at least the image of did. The peasant folk began to see as they did his father, although he questioned in the back of is mind whether this was a positive thing or not. Bas spends as little time with his family as possible so that he can feel like himself. He keeps up with his studies, and attends all functions when needed. This unfortunately includes the balls and festivals that he is responsible for planning. Of course all plans get review by a counselor or the queen before any action is taken.

Strengths

Writing, directing, sword fighting, sleeping

Weaknesses/Fears

Disappointment from his parents, having other see who he really is, spiders

Ebby with a wish

“I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have a roleplay for more than a night”

**Disclaimer: I am over the age of 18 and am looking for feelow roleplayers who are also of mature age.**

Hello there, Ebuillo here, just Ebby will do. I find myself wanting to roleplay more and more these days. Having been roleplaying since I was 13, I now have 15 years under my belt. Even with all this experience there is still roleplays I am not there greatest at. I adore a well written scene, whether it's a thrilling sword fight, or a cuddly romantic evening. I like knowing what I am saying in roleplays, and thus if I am unknowledgeable I will do my research before replying. I am willing to do pretty much any idea, as long as it doesn’t completely confuse me. I like character sheets. Giving me a faceclaim, name, and age, are really all that would please me. I am a parent who also works full time, so I if I don’t dish out a reply that day please have patience with me. I will do the same for you. Mature content wise, I am pretty ok with scenes, however I do prefer a fade to black or a time skip to the next morning. I have some plot ideas, feel free to add ideas onto them, or question them.

Status Am 100% Open to almost anything!!

plot lines

#1--**-- Two detective have been working together for a few years now. It has been a rough journey for the both of them. One, a by-the-book kinda of guy (your character). His partner, young and smart, but often hides his smarts behind a giant wall of stupid and pretend manliness. However, when one case brings dark memories from his past to the surface he tries his best to b himself. Meanwhile, his partner (your character), seeing the softer, more likable side of him starts seeing him more as a partner. Will it be love? This roleplay is a MxM roleplay, but could be FxM.

#2---- A land ravaged by the destruction of humans, these creatures must live in a hell on earth. The hard, dry lava caked land where nothing green can grow. However a young man wishes for something more then his life of digging back to the earth in search of water and the stench of sulfur, and the heat of the infected river that isn't safe enough the drink. Once telling his father a dream of somewhere better (He may actually have the power to see the future, or other places in the present), his father cases him out, fearing that he might have drank the infected waters. So the boy gets what he wants, banished from his homeland, well maybe not. However, the journey begins, and soon he runs into his first encounter with someone from the outside.

I also have pairings I like to play as well. Doesn't matter which character. Just make a request and we will see if we can develop an idea together.

Supernatural X human
I'm really craving a modern day witch x hunter rp if anyone wants one!!!!!
I am interested in a succubus/incubus x human right now as well
Supernatural X Supernatural (just state which two in request because there are a lot of creatures to list)
Criminal X Cop
Criminal X Daughter of cop
Student(university) X Teacher
Detective X Detective
Servant X royal
Pirate X royal
Supernatural X human

I also do fandoms, although I prefer OC X OC and use that universe instead of playing characters. I am open to doubling aswell.

Fandoms

Harry Potter
Hobbit
City of Bones
Daughter of Smoke and Bone **
Blue Exorcist
Pandora Hearts
Sea of Shadows
Xmen
Heroes
D.Gray-man**
Darker Than Black**
Sea of Shadows
Last Airbender/Legend of Korra
Inuyasha
Bleach

And many more. Don't be shy to ask!

Th-th-th-th-that's all for now folks. Will update soon.

Survivors RP

Pulling the loose elastic from his hair and readjusting his low ponytail. As his ponytail fell smoothly against his shoulder blades Vince smirked. This man was indeed someone he would want to get to know, and well. For the first time in a long time, Vince had found a piece that barely did its wearer any justice, perhaps it was the just from the crash, or that it was an old model. The new one was packed on a different plane, and going to arrive in Italy without him. "That man's work is brilliant, although your suit is in a little out dated, by choice or have you not gotten your hands on his new make?" Vince of course, knew that the new line had only been advertised in america, not yet released unless he made it personally. With the introduction of the man Vince smiled. He had seen this name on many order forms in the past. The man only half listened to the girl. Rushing into things. "The least of our worries help. Even if 'daddy' did sent help it wouldn't get here til late." He commented before turning His attention to Reese, leaning forward slightly "Reese Davis, as in Davis Shipping?" He asked raising a brow in curiosity. If this man was who he thought, maybe this could still work out.

Out of the Blue, and Off the Throne(Ebby and Eskie)

With Callum's leave, Theo sat on his bed. Puzzled by what had happened with the prince. He wanted to chase after the man for some reason. He rose to his feet, although they had seemed to liquefy under him and he fell to his knees beside the bed. "Why?" Theo mumbled. Why had he reacted that way. Balu and other crew mates had all had a nude day on deck, and no embarrassment there. Why couldn't he have kept his composure? Why did he wants to go after the prince. That man was a busy one, he could have had a thousand things to do, yet he came at the crack of dawn, to see this man. Theodore slowly lifted himself back into standing. "Good..bye.." He said to the door, thinking the prince was long gone . He tossed the writing book back on the table, and crawled back into bed. Many things rushed through Theo's head.

They all had one thing in common. The prince. The small woman like figure he had saw on the day they met. It's slender arms, and small face. Short strands of onyx hair that, even cut short, made his feminine features show. Everything about the prince was unlike any other man that he had met. Most of his crew were scarred beasts of men that weren't soft at all. In fact they reminded him of the thorns of a rose. Each sharp, and not afriad of tearing you open. Than on top sat Callum, the beauty that lures you- wait what was he thinking. Callum was a man. A man. "A man." He said to himself, repeating the words several times. His mind always replied 'who care's'. This man was beautiful. He had saved Theodore's life, and given him a new one. It wasn't the one that he wanted to live. I didn't matter, as long as Callum stayed in it. This endless battle of right and wrong played itself out in the pirate's head for hours. He hadn't even rose to eat his meals, to which the keep had took back and a hard sigh. The man mumbled something about starving, and foolish. Theodore wasn't listening, he didn't care.

Night came, and by then he had completely convinced himself that everything was going to be ok. The prince is a prince,and he a pirate. All this was, was a friendship. A friendship built on stories and lessons. Once there are no more stories, no more lessons. The prince will grow tired of him and put him down like a stray dog. He couldn't allow himself to get lost. He wouldn't be played. Theo took in a deep breath as the Keeper had come to take away his untouched dinner away. "I'll eat this one" He called as he rolled from his bed, snatching the food, only to place it on the table and lay back down. If he got hungry sometime tonight, at least he would have something. Theodore returned to his bed and curled up in his blanket. Thoughts started coming back to him. He had told the prince-Callum- he had told Callum to take off his pants. The pirate king, Theodore Dead-eye Daniels, had told a young man, and the prince of Junia to take off his pants. Oh god. Things could get really bad. The man began interrogating himself on the subject. His thoughts were broke by a knock and he snapped back into reality. "huh.." Slipped from his lips, pondering who knocks on a cell door at this time of night, or at all. Theodore's new question was answered by a small noise that came from the other side of the door.

The pirate rose off his bed in a half leap as he scrambled to find his shirt. Wait, what was he doing. He took a deep breath before making his way towards the cell door. "Ok.." He said back through the door. His face started the red as Theo remembered the morning. "I..uh.." He couldn't muster up a decent reply and his face went redder. The man wasn't even looking at him, why was his face heating up? A mutter came from his lips, an assortment of syllables that was suppose to be a 'come in' but was more like 'ccoofmmm enn'. Preparing himself for the prince's entrance, Theo made his way to the bed and wrapped himself in the blanket. Maybe in the darkness of the corner Callum wouldn't realize how red the pirate was.

Survivors RP

When the remainder of the sand had exited his mouth, via lips or throat, Vince lay motionless for a few moments before hearing the voice of the brat from earlier. His eyes slid open and his ears had once again, not betrayed his mind. There she was, sitting in front of him. It almost came as a shock towards the man and she hadn't repeated the same question. 'Do you want me to help', the ridiculous sentence rang in his ears as he was helped to a sitting position. Was it possible that she wasn't a slow as he thought at the start? Vince nodded towards the girl, and had parted his lips to thank her. Of course, before he could breath a word she had darted away. The man sighed. Nope.

Again, he sat and watched everyone else. It was amazing how the other survivors were barely injured at all, able to be running about a crossed the sand like some life guard fresh off their perch. Figures it was the most injured guy Vince could find was the one who was slowly making his way over, after the brunette had seemed to irritate him. "And you look like hell paid you a visit." He smirked slightly "Not many people here worth anything. However, I can see from that from-" Vince had started up again, quickly scanning the suit the man wore. "-Your choice in apparel. That we share a class." He finished taking the water bottle when the offer came up and took one swig of the thing. It felt cool running down his throat making him want another, but he just handed the bottle back off. "Not a bad idea. My name's Vincent, yours?" He asked after the man finished his rant about attitude.

Out of the Blue, and Off the Throne(Ebby and Eskie)

Theo averted his eyes from making contact with the prince's own. "I..it's ok" He muttered. "Y-you are clearly...upset.." He added. In an attempt to look at the cover of his book, Theo caught Callum's sight on other places, that were definitely not his book. His waist turned slightly as he took a step back. The pirate had hoped to feel pants under his foot, but all he felt was the stone floor against the soles of his foot. Theo's eyes didn't leave Callum's, who was still scanning up his bare body, not yet to make full eye contact yet. However, before the prince could make eye contact he had looked away, causing Theo to look away as well.

Staring at the rigid edges of the stone wall Theo listened to Callum's responses to his hard work. It had been hard, but Theo didn't have anything else to do over the course of the past month. With the absence of the prince , the pirate had had nothing better to do than plant himself at the small table, quill in hand, and cover the book. He had even had sometime and space to draw on the back of the very last page in the book. It was a ship. covering the upper half of the page. With three large sails, the ship looked as it were almost carried by clouds. A pirate flag caught in a breeze and small waves slapped water up the sides. Theodore had been quite proud of the drawing. He couldn't get it exact, but wanted to show the prince, maybe even rip the page out and hand it to him, he didn't understand why though.

With eyes still fixed on the wall there was no surprise that the man stumbled slightly after getting smacked with his own pants. The legs wrapping around his head from the shear force of Callum's throw. "Oh, yes.. these.." He muttered gripping the rim of his pants. He dropped the blanket, once again completely bare to the world before sliding the cloth up and around his waist. Theodore had never pulled his clothing on so fast. Not even when leaving the barmaids house, when he husband walked in. It wasn't the first time a man had seen him in the nude, just something about his man, this situation that made it all the more awkward. Would things have made a difference if Callum had come in like normal, and continued the rant he had started after entering the cell. Try to ease the mood Theo took a inhaled before sitting down on his bed. "Ok, now you owe me" He said looking towards the prince. The statement had been made to bring things back to normal. However, that statement didn't sound like normal. Theodore didn't sound like himself, and even he questioned why he had blurted out suck nonsense. Nevertheless, he kept it hidden and give Callum a small grin. Waiting only a few moments later after the prince had possibly come closer to senses. "You ok?" He asked, not sure where to go from here.

Out of the Blue, and Off the Throne(Ebby and Eskie)

Theodore brought the book back over to his bed and took a seat. His fingers pulled the book open. Pages upon pages of small print that cause a headache almost instantly. How do people just sit here and read this? That was beyond all Theodore's comprehension. Slowly and with much effort he began reading the sentences one by one, making sure to pronounce all the new words aloud and at a extremely slow pace. However, it didn't take the man long before giving his eye needed a break. The sun was setting causing the light within the cell. Only a torch was left to illuminate the cell. Theo had undressed, placing his tattered clothing on the floor beside him. He hadn't seen the prince in roughly a month and knew that if he was to visit tomorrow that it would be later in the day, after all his work was completely. With this the pirate dozed off.

The sun had barely begun to raise. Theo's blanket now lay half on the floor, and only covering a small portion of his leg. The cell burst open as the prince had stormed in. Theodore, who now lay bare as the day he was born still lay sleeping in his bed. He had been dreaming of sailing, and the oceans, and Balu. The currents were pulling the boat out further into unknown territory, when he heard a voice calling to him from out into the water. Theo strolled to the side of the boat and saw Callum in the water. Drowning and failing about, bobbing and coming back up grasping for air. Theodore wasted no time. He took off his jacket and hit the water with a splash to save the young man. He jerked awake upon hearing the angry shouts of a familiar voice. The force of his jerk sending him off the bed. "G-good morning." Theodore conveyed looking towards the prince and rubbing his eyes. It took a moment for the pirate to realize he had been standing in front of Callum, without so much as a sock on his body. Grabbing the blanket from the floor, covering his front. "Uhhh.." He said at a lose for words, wrapping the towel around his waist. "I-it's ok.." He said looking around the room. "I um, finished the book you gave me see." He walked over the table. Holding the blanket with one hand, and grabbing the note book with the other. Then leaned towards Callum, his arm outstretched to give the prince the book.