#immortal character

[ramen-writes]

"You are the only one I'll ever love"

"and you are the greatest thing I'll ever lose"

[write-with-will]

‧₊˚✧ Rowan De Rullo ✧˚₊‧

‎‧₊˚✧ Basic Info ✧˚₊‧

Name || Rowan de Rullo

Age || Immortal (looks twenty-ish)

Birthdate || June 2nd

Gender + pronouns || Cisgender man + he/him

Orientation || Gay

Ethnicity || Irish

Religion || i mean. he’s basically the closest thing the goddess of life has to a son. So. (he doesn’t worship her in the traditional sense, they have much more of a casual relationship. Though he is a very religious man, and just has a general baseline level of respect for all the gods).

Alias || N/A

Alignment || Neutral good

Likes || Books, knowledge, dragons

Dislikes || People being violent towards dragons, animal cruelty, the loss of history/knowledge

‎‧₊˚✧ Appearance ✧˚₊‧

Rowan has LONGG, neatly styled brown hair--he doesn’t cut it often, but keeps it healthy and well-maintained. A single braid sits on one side of his face--a tradition of mourning. Three large scars trace down his neck and chin from more… violent encounter with a dragon.

Height || 6’0’’

Outfits || He usually wears some kind of suit--typically opting for a nice waistcoat and tie without a jacket, rather than something like a tux. He always wears a necklace with a red feather on it, the talisman of his god, a symbol of his faith. He wears a bracelet of dragon scales on his wrist, which are the source of his magic, though they needed to be changed out with fresh ones every few weeks.

‎‧₊˚✧ Personality ✧˚₊‧

Rowan is very calm, respectful, and thoughtful, and takes time to make decisions. He's an old soul (literally), and doesn't really like interacting with people. He prefers to just chill in his library with his books and his dragons. He will not hesitate to make his opinions known if he disagrees with someone, and is prone to info dumping in order to prove a point. He tends to be a bit stubborn about his beliefs.

‎‧₊˚✧ Background ✧˚₊‧

Rowan has always been fascinated by magic, but horrified by how people go about it. He is very against the killing of dragons, especially for selfish gains.

After his closest friend disappeared off the face of the earth, Rowan ran away from home in search of other ways to learn magic. There had to be something. During his travels, he saved a baby dragon from a hunter. Dragons are sacred animals to the gods, and the goddess of life, Phoenix, took a liking to him after this act, and showed him how to do magic without having to harm the creatures (dragons shed their scales when they feel safe or happy, which can then be used as power for magic). Eventually, he formed a sort of friendship with the queen of the gods.

Rowan was blessed with immortality through this friendship, the ability to go on and study magic for the rest of eternity. After this, he dedicated his life to this field of study, and lives in a small lighthouse on the edge of Venari-Phene where he collects ancient texts and heals any injured dragons he comes across (often, if hunters aren't able to kill a dragon immediately, they just let it fly off wounded and move on).

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[asterismamor]

🍒 𓂃 𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑼𝑷 : mango tiramisu !! . . . snake monster & immortal ⊹ fem reader .

. ᘛ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡​​​​​​​𝑢​​​​​​​𝑟​​​​​​​𝑖𝑛​​​​​​​𝑔﹕verse 781 ꮽ  zhào talisen & alessio arias

 𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪  who's that ?⠀﹕a stoic grim reaper/naga. poet by day hero by night and an immortal anti-hero with a passion for chaos 

ּ  ֗ recepit ℘ ... a competitive threesome between talisen and alessio, where you are simply the poor mess of a girl that ended up between them ⊹ cw ٬٬ smut . threesome . rough sex . competetive sex . creampie . dick sucking .

Talisen and Alessio could never find anything to agree on. Especially when it came to you. Especially when it came to your affection.

Especially when it came to your pleasure.

You'd often find yourself stolen through the week by either of them. Trying to prove a point with your body as the goal post.

Both had their own methods, their own techniques, their own mind-shattering way to make your legs shaky, eyes glossy and orgasm-riddled until you were clenching around whatever they gave you.

One moment you'd be fingered in a quiet corner of the library by Talisen. His long, pale fingers making themselves famous inside of you. Pumping away and squirting your juices all over the black cuffs of his shirt. Whispering the sweetest of poetry as he's making you cream all over his palm. Curling and crooking into a spot he knew too damn well.

"Theerreee we go darling, mhhm? Feels so much better than that delinquent, huh?" He'd deeply chuckle into your ear when you squirmed from his thumb showing your clit some love. He laid a small kiss to your ear and stuffed his fingers to the knuckle.

"You don't have to say it, love. I know your body well enough."

The next your thighs are being fisted in handfuls, spread and trembled over broad shoulders as you're hoisted up against the cold metal of lockers. A perfect contrast tothe hot tongue fucking into you with your hands scrambling for dark strands. Wavier, ruffled, and instead of maroon looking down at you, it's emerald staring up. Just as obsessed, just as addicted.

"Fuck mi amor. So wet — for him? Or for me?" He dragged his tongue out and circled your poor hole before flicking back to your throbbing slit. How he grinned against your slick when you whimpered and bucked into him. He presses sloppy kisses down your heat and then gives a long, fat lick.

"Always my whore right? Pretty pussy can't lie baby." Another kiss atop your clit before he's back at it.

Sometimes you'd find yourself between them. One stuffing your cunt and wrecking your poor thighs into tremulous pleasure. Bent over haphazardly while the other fucks your throat.

Namely Alessio, who's determined to make sure none of your moans for Talisen pour through. He does this by pounding the back of your throat. Telling himself that the reason your eyes are rolling back are for him.

Not Talisen who's fucking into you with a graceless vigour that is nothing like his elegant self. Long fingers tight on your waist and chasing the ripples of your ass with powerful thrusts that slap his balls against your poor, abused cunt.

"Pretty lil' thing seems to like my cock." Alessip huffed a laugh, dragging you off by the air and grinning as he slapped the tip onto your mouth. "Right baby? Yeah?"

Only for you to hiccup a sharp moan and jerk forward. Cunt clenching and fluttering once Talisen abruptly changes the angle, shoves your ass down and fucks into you with a hateful kind of force.

"Hmm? What was that darling?" It's his turn to laugh, breathless as you slur and drool through yet another shuddering orgasm.

He raised his gaze, sharp to Alessio who already awaited with his own glare. "Think she prefers mine, but what say you?"

Alessio grunted, pushed his cock back down your throat and started up his brutal mouth fucking until you were spluttering your drool all over. Seems he's taking his frustration out on you next.

"How pitiful." Talisen smiled spitefully, hooking a hand beneath you to play with your clit. He leaned over to your ear. "Come on darling, let's show him who your favourite is."

You whined. Bucked, whimpered.

Alessio tugs on your hair and shallows his thrusts. He'd be damned before Talisen got the upper hand.

"In you fuckin' dreams, Talisen."

"I must be dreaming then."

꒰ ۪ ˖ ࣪ 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑢 ... info ꮽ mlist ꮽ verse ꮽ wiki . 

[wonderful-prompts]

Prompt #1352

“What is it with mortals and wanting so badly to die? Why are you so willing to throw yourself on my sword like your life is nothing more than a bargaining chip?”

[lady-of-the-spirit]

Immortal character who is hundreds if not thousands of years old who sneers and calls mortals "children". But when asked if that's how they actually view mortals says no, they view human adults as adults regardless of how short a timespan it is to their own life, they only call them "children" to people who piss them off.

[sexy-people-contests-2]

I don’t know what the name is for immortal characters that just want to die but due to their immortality there’s nothing that can kill them no matter how hard they try but I fuck with that trope

[quality-on-a-patch-of-awesome]

So I might have an idea

Price is immortal. The other guys reincarnate. So Price has been alive for thousands of years and lived countless lifetimes (he started counting at first, but gave up after a hundred times of moving countries when people started noticing that he wasn't aging). And then the rest of the boys (I literally only know Ghost and Soap and Gaz so im sticking with them), he's met them so many times before. Sometimes, it's all three of them at once. Sometimes, just one or two of them, the other(s) having already died by the time they manage to find their way to each other. There's probably even been times when he lives an entire lifetime without meeting any of them. He probably gets the biggest headache when it's just Soap and Gaz.

And Soap and Ghost?

Price has watched them fall in love in so many lifetimes, in so many countries, in so many ways, but every time they first meet and they jump straight to antagonistic, he refuses to tell them what's coming. Because it happens every time. They fall in love every time. And then they die. They always die. He watches them lose each other and how it breaks them, even if he learns after a while that they're always going to come back. Maybe he'd give them more time together if they knew or maybe it'd make things worse. It won't matter either way because they'll love and they'll hurt and they'll die and do the whole damn thing over again in another 30 years or however long it is this time.

Maybe Price told them all what was happening one time. And they still died anyway. And the next time they all found their way to each other, no one else remembered and he didn't want to do that again.

And then Gaz.

Gaz, who Price has been in love with for centuries, maybe even millennia. Gaz, who he's seen die a thousand deaths. Who he's held as he died more times than he cares for. Who he's seen not recognise him in too many lifetimes. Who he's lost and gotten back and lost again. He knew, seeing Gaz die for the first time, that he couldn't love him and lose him and be able to stand having Gaz not recognise him the next time they see each other. So he keeps as much distance as he can.

Until their last lifetime.

Price couldn't stand not being with Gaz for a second longer. They had a few good years together. They were happy. Until it ended the same way it always does. Gaz died all over again. Bloodier than it had been in a long time- war will do that to you- and wrapped in Price's arms and trying desperately to hold on, for all the good it did.

And then Gaz was gone.

Again.

Until now.

Gaz wanders into the 141 and Price has no idea how he's supposed to cope.

[category-five-autism-event]

Imagine an immortal character just. Cumming when they're shot.