This is my entry for the second round. This is from the roleplay ~ War of Fantala ~ Greg is a misfit deamon but has the urge to go out one night, but so did Sol, a ordinary lightling warrior. They met one night and became inseparable. Thx to @Huntingpaws for creating Sol and RPing with me
SAMPLE OF RP: @Huntingpaws: Sol was in the forest, walking down an alley of brush. Her trench coat dangled on her shoulders as she walked with her hands out of its sleeves. She suddenly stopped and crouched down at the dirt. She rested her hand on it, urging a crystal from deep below to come and surface. @Meadowstar0716: Dark matter swirled around Greg as he truged through the forest. His eyes were keen in the dark and he senced some forces with in his reach. H: After Sol retrieves the gem she grinned. "This will be a good sword material. Crystals are always easy to get in the dark." She said pridefully. She turned to head back when she sensed something near her. "Hello?" She asked. M: Greg pins where the human sensation is coming from, he swirls the dark matter around him and blends in with the darkness. He looks like a lightling with his blond hair and blue eyes, but can only pass for one for so long. "Hello..." he whispers from the shadows and his voice echos from around the forest. "Nice gem," he continues. Staring at the gem, sends a wave of dark matter and the matter hits the gem, turning it pure, glowing black. H: Sol was a bit surprised to see him. He didn't look like a nightling at all! "Are you new to the kingdom of light?" She asked. After the gem was black she looks up surprised. " nightling." She grumbled M: "Uh," he pauses, "Yes I am, but I am a little lost... Where is the direction of the light kingdom?" "Aghhh! Where?!" he jumps out of the shadows and into the light. His face is illumiated from the glowing black stone. H: "What did you do to my crystl?" She said, still partially believing he was a lightling. M: "Nothing! Honest!" he shouts, and touches the stone. Nothing happens H: She threw the crystal. "If you didn't do it, who did?" M: "I don't know," he responds, looking around, "We are out at night right, and I THINK Nightlings like the NIGHT." H: "I dont trust you." Sol glared. She reached her hand out to touch his shoulder, and felt a negative energy. M: "Well why not?" he questions, the negative energy grows stronger, as if he was pressing it down. His voice has totally changed, it became more confident, stronger, more intimidating. A breeze rippled through the forest and even the shadows seemed to move. H: Sol threw down her trench coat. She drew out her sword, and the wind became stronger. Her hair blew rather attractively but she held him with a steady gaze. "Whats up with the vibe?" She replied. M: "Sorry," he looked down and sounded genuinely sorry, "Can't help it..." he puts him finger on the crystal, it slowly fades to white. "Is that better?" he looks up at her, eyes twinkling in the moonlight and his hair blew around his ears. H: She sighed. "Fine. But i never got your name." She said. M: "Oh, and I never got yours," he says playfully, "Oh well, I am Greg. H: "You never asked," she grinned. "Sol. Nice-oh um- pleased-wait no- good to meet you?" He shrugged. M: Greg laughs, "Good to meet you too,"
