Your OC goes on a blind date with the one above!

 Sorry if this stretches the topic a bit but I just had a cool idea 👀! 

A blind date. Surely it wasn't blind from Nathaniel's side. He had used some coins, talked with some people, so that he ended up with the 'date' he wanted. Not out of romantic views, no. He wanted to talk to him and invited him for a stroll in a 'special' location. The rain was pouring down on Nathaniel. The streets were empty. His, greased with whale oil, boots cracked, as he walked over the slick asphalt.

"So this is where you died?" Nathaniel asked. His tone was slightly higher than normal. The Half smiled. Nathaniel's gaze fell on the zombie beside him. "You must have made quite the whack," he said. Almost laughing. Then he lifted his hands defensively.
"I know you don't know my name. Don't know me," he told Kyle. "I'm surely not who you expected, and in the place you least anticipated ," he joked. "This is the world's most romantic location mind you. The place that you died," he said. Nathaniel pressed the front of his booth in the mud. Allowing it to squeak.

"But, jokes aside, I am here to help you, really. I will make this 'date' worthwhile," he said. Then paused. "Although I don't hope I disappointed you with my appearance or the fact that I am not a hot zombie lady," he obviously joked. "But! I am a Half too. A zombie, like you so kindly phrases," he said.

Nathaniel started to walk again. His gaze had shifted away from Kyle and back to the road. Almost as if he was looking for something. A clue.
"Mmm," he said. Nathaniel pressed his tobacco pipe back into his mouth, allowing his sharp fangs to bite down on it. "I did hear that there is an important woman in your life. I'm not sure if you two got romantically involved or not. Emperor's hands I hope not," he said. Nathaniel's eyes flicked towards his companion. "As rolling with witches is never a good option," he said between his lips. "Let alone cheating on one with a blind date," he said. Then shook his head. "But I am looking for her. The witch." Nathaniel halted his steps as he gave Kyle another look. His smile had thinned down and his ears pricked.
"Tell me something about her, would you?" The Half's icy demeanor started to melt again. '"If she can raise you from the dead. She's surely able to help me. To help my world. From this curse that lingers over it."

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Nate as he pretends he's just a normal sailor

Another one if that’s okay, had a fun idea. 👉👈

Typically Hason wasn’t terribly fond of these kinds of arrangements. He wasn’t really looking for love this late. After all he was far too busy with attending to the military and the training of the knights to consider it. Yet it was the insistence of his cousin that he found himself here at all. He’d been told that getting out more, outside of work would do him good. After all, with his daughter away most of the time, things were getting lonely at night.

Truthfully though he was more interested in making a friend rather than a romantic partner. But what happens happens.

Hason clears his throat, looking from Nathaniel to and down to his hands. For once he’s relieved he didn’t dress up, as from he could see, the attire was casual. He stretches his arms over the table they’re  sitting at, grimacing as his shoulders crack.

“I’ve heard you’re a harpooner, correct? It sounds like an exciting job to be certain.” Hason strokes his beard eyeing the Half thoughtfully. He’d be lying if he wasn’t a little intimidated by the Easterling sitting across from him. Nathaniel looked strong. Extremely strong. Perhaps it was the sailing that did it. Regardless, Hason shakes his head clear and tilts his head.

“I’ve spent very little time near the oceans, but I have to admit the idea of sailing is a curious one. Perhaps if I ever did decide to retire.” He muses with a chuckle. The former knight leans back and hums digging into his pocket and pulling out his pipe. As he prepares the leaves to stuff in he begins to speak, a more severe look on his face.

“I have to be truthful though, I didn’t really come here with the intention to become romantically involved… at least not at the moment.” His expression softens slightly and he smiles, “However, I’m curious… would you say that you enjoy games?”

Hason sticks the pipe in his mouth and pulling out his flint and steel he lights it, offering to light for Nathaniel if he wished.

He rummages in his pocket and tosses a set of cards onto the table, tied into a pile with twine. The cards themselves seem well loved, having seen many games in their lifetime. “I’m not too big on gambling myself, but I do enjoy games like Karnöffel and others in my free time… and I must confess I don’t often have friends free to play it with.” 

Hason unties the cards and begins to shuffle through them. “Only if you’re interested, of course. But… Care for a game?”

Similarly Hason is older (56). Please don’t ship him with younger characters (18-30s) as that’s a little uncomfy to me. You can alternatively use Talyn or his daughter Illanya instead if you wish to go younger!^^

(ill be using illanya for this one as i have a younger character ^^)

As part of Morel's re-integration into society, he was determined to find a partner. In his time watching from the thickets of Evanelle, he saw people on the street, holding hands, sharing tender moments, and watched as they started families of their own. Obviously, everyone outside had someone special to them, so why not him?

When Morel returned to his little hut after a long day adventuring into the city, he realised just how unprepared he was. The person who had set the date up had told him a time, and given him a little advice. The first problem was presented in the time - out in the forest, there was no way to tell the time. And Morel had no money whatsoever, never mind enough money to buy a watch.

Secondly, this mysterious date setter-upper had given him a few tips, one of them being that he was to dress 'nice'. Morel spent a great deal of time sitting, thinking about what this meant. He had been used to wearing nothing for a great deal of his life, and he had no idea how he was going to dress formally with his resources. He thought for a long time, thinking 'what would make me seem like an ideal partner?', until he had settled on a solution.

That morning, at the crack of dawn, Morel awoke, dressed in his finest gear, and headed out to town with a present wrapped in cloth. It was an early morning, the sun not yet peeking over the horizon, the chilly winter air filled with the sound of birds chirping. Despite the beautiful atmosphere, Morel's good mood was promptly broken when he realised the restaurant hadn't even opened yet.

Defeated, Morel slumped to the ground, sitting next to the door, and waited as sunrise came and bid people out of their houses for work. When the restaurant opened, his date was still nowhere to be found. The people on the street glanced at him, in his getup, looking, rightly, feral, concerned, with a mothers sheltering her kid's eyes as they walked past. Morel, tired of waiting, slowly started to nod off.

Illanya walked into the town, excited to see her date. She navigated her way to the restaurant, impressed by how fancy it was, despite the rather feral looking stray cat outside. She looked around, wondering where her date was, until her eyes fell on the cat, who had woken up, and was now standing, arms outstretched.

"Ah, Illanya, right? I've been waiting for you since this morning!"

The fact that he had been waiting since morning and that their date was set at 5PM completely passed Illanya's mind as she looked at her date. He was decked out in some sort of... loincloth, wearing the pelt of a squirrel around his neck. He looks completely unwashed, and his fur is wet from sitting in the snow.

He approaches her and they walk into the establishment. Morel is smiling rather crudely, corners of his mouth creased unnaturally high, and completely oblivious to Illanya's confusion and discomfort. The waiter approaches the paladin, telling her she can't bring pets into the restaurant, before Morel gives them a wave and receives a flabbergasted apology. They're seated, and Morel tries his best to start up a conversation.

"So... hahaha..." he starts, eyes cast aside, "funny thing is... I haven't talked to a woman in. Umm..." he counts on his fingers, "6 years. That's kind of funny. Right?"

Illanya laughs awkwardly at his strange demeanour, before he continues. "Umm... yeah, it's funny. Anyway, tell me about yourself? I think? Haha, you're really pretty. Um. Your hair is... really brown... like... dirt." he notices Illanya's confused facial expression and waves his hands emphatically, "nonono! That's a good thing! I like... dirt. Good for regulating body temperature."

There's a small silence, with Illanya opening her mouth to say something, but a waiter approaches the two before she can say anything. Illanya orders her starter, and Morel just asks for the same thing before he goes back to talking.

"So. Um. You look strong. Like a soldier. Are you a soldier? That would be pretty cool." when Illanya confirms her position as a knight, a glimpse of child-like wonder is seen in Morel's eyes. "Woa! I always wanted to be a knight when I was younger. Before the mushrooms came..." he grins sheepishly and points at the mushrooms growing on his skin, and Illanya looks slightly worried after being handed the knowledge that they were not just decorations. The conversation continues, very awkward on Morel's part, bordering on creepy.

When they get their food, and the waiter tells them to enjoy it, Morel stutters out a "y-you too." before continuing the conversation. When he eats his meal, he goes almost rabid, eating it in about 30 seconds. Once it's done, Morel shoos the waiter wanting to ask about their main course away. 

"I thought I could bring something of my own instead... haha, if that's okay with you..." Illanya voices her concerns on that not being allowed, but Morel is already pulling out a raw bird out of his bag. "I caught it by myself. Just for you!"

Illanya's face of horror is soon seen on a few close by people dining, and a waiter quickly rushes to the table, demanding that he put it back. They're swiftly kicked out of the restaurant, and before they leave, the waiter asks for the money to pay for their starter.

Morel looks at Illanya with a mournful expression. "I don't have any money... aha, sorry...". He breathes a sigh of relief when Illanya, looking considerably pissed off, pulls out her wallet. They leave the establishment in silence, and just before parting, Morel turns to the paladin one more time.

"So... should we arrange a time and a place for next time?" he asks, trying to seem as smooth as possible. llanya's first response is a horrified "no." Morel's cheesy grin falls at this, and he looks confused. "B-but I thought... we were going to get married?"

An hour later, Morel returns to his hut with a broken nose, minus one bird and a new date for tomorrow.

dont wanna use morel? try jemi, seren or sam

Blind dating wasn't something he ever wanted to do. Which meant that, naturally, his therapist had sent him to do it to break through the boundaries he had set for himself. Being an anxious person with a high attachment style was difficult. If he liked someone, he really, really liked them and found it difficult to detach himself from thinking of them or simply wanting to be around them. Going to meet this mystery person? Well, he just hoped that they weren't very attractive in looks or personality so he didn't feel the need to latch onto them.

Going to the meeting spot, he finds that.. unfortunately, they're not a person at all. To be honest, he isn't sure /what/ they are as he studies them from afar, but they look to be a type of weird, bipedal feline with.. mushrooms growing out of their body? No. No, surely this was some kind of joke, wasn't it? He finds himself frowning and ensuring to keep his distance. Morel hadn't yet spotted him and with the entire thing being a 'blind' date; he likely wouldn't. Which.. meant that Dallas didn't even have to go. He knew it was likely hurtful to stand someone up but.. no. He couldn't bring himself to go on a date with a cat. That was just.. wrong! 

Turning his face away, he hurries off and back from the direction he came. He'd just have to lie to his therapist about this whole thing.

He was standing outside of a café with his back against the wall. He had closed his eyes for a moment. The viera was always overworked. Despite this he had taken his time to look nice as he was wearing a pair of rather uncomfortable shoes, tight black pants, a blue, low neck top with long sleeves and a corset. He also left his very long hair unbraided.

His ear flicked a little as he heard someone approaching and he opened one eye, seeing Dallas. The man was rather good looking for a hyur, he thought. “You must be Dallas. I’m N’arfi but- you probably already figured that out.” The viera reached out for a handshake but the other man was staring way above his head, at his ears and his expression was that of worry.

“Ah- sorry. I forget some hyurs haven’t seen a viera before. I hope that this won’t stop us from having a good date. Back at home, people would pay good money to be seen together with my kind.” His smile had gone from confident to awkward now. “Apologies.. that was a dumb comment.” He cleared his throat and looked away in embarrassment.

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He was a bit surprised when he saw Fuun. They were bright red, literally and really short. He had expected to be the short one. She was not like anything he’d seen back at home, so he was a bit curious.

He nodded in response. “Fuun, right?” The viera smiled warmly. He wasn’t sure if this was going to go anywhere. He was bisexual but most of the time, he leaned a bit more towards men.

“Hmm… maybe.. a walk in the park? So that we can get to know each other before getting something to eat. Besides, food tastes better when there’s anticipation.”

Fuun nearly took a double take when she saw N'arfi. That couldn't be who they were meeting, right? He was so handsome, Fuun honestly was thinking twice about pulling any tricks. After all, dating wasn't exactly something Fuun usually took very seriously.

After a little bit of awkward hesitation, Fuun bounced right up to him, with high confidence though a little bit of anxiety. Weird. 

"Hey!" Fuun called on their way up to him, "You're N'arfi right?" Fuun had expected his species, but not his appearance. Like anyone, they were pretty nervous around..attractive people. "It's nice to meet you." Trying to act as normal as they possibly could. They didn't do too well under pressure. They'd decided to meet up just downtown, so they thought they may as well be polite in giving him the first choice of where to go. Fuun really didn't want to fuck this up now.

"So, have any ideas of what you'd like to go do first?"

Honeydew was sent here to investigate a certain restaurant, and in the process, she had to be set up on a blind date. Why did she even go here in the first place? Oh well, a mission is a mission, so she approached Fuun, just so that she could get this over with. "S'cuse me, but do you happen to be the person I was set up with? I'm Honeydew Tecuani, by the way..." Surprisingly, Honeydew did not miss a beat like she usually does. She wasn't planning on pulling any wacky stunts, either.

TypicalUkraine


Kori didn't like dating. She ended up with her own partner almost accidentally, but it seemed that whenever times called for it, she had to date anyone who might be relevant to her needs. Between kissing her best friend on the cheek, entertaining a lady in a rose garden, or catfishing a scientist for his help, Kori definitely was no stranger to going on dates. And she hated it. 

Of course, there was the preparations. She had to look classy enough, not like a shut-in or a monster in the woods. Then she had to figure out what to say. How was she supposed to greet the person she was set up with? She thought to herself that she would start by--

Scrap that. Her date had massive fangs. 

Honeydew looked nice enough, the bright markings she bore contrasted pleasantly against the monochrome, and she looked kind. But the acrid smell of venom was familiar to Kori, even if this type of venom wasn't. She wasn't about to date someone with such large fangs! What if they had to kiss, she wondered, and she got bitten? No, that wasn't a chance she was willing to take. 

"Are you here for a date?" Kori asked, her voice tense from the stiffness in every muscle in her body. "I think I saw your date go into the washroom," she lied. "I'll be going now, I, uh... I just wanted to let you know."

Kvroii

Now this was quite the interesting situation Uno found himself in, a blind date of all things? The only reason Uno had agreed to it- a request from one of the humans he'd met while Uno himself would masquerade as a human, said they knew a friend of a friend, who knew someone who was single.  The kitsune didn't get much information about the person in question, but he didn't care about any of that.  He showed up for the sole reason he thought the meeting would provide some entertainment.  He wanted to see how and why humans did this whole 'blind dating' thing.  It didn't make sense to Uno. 

The kitsune was instructed to meet at a coffee shop, sure enough he showed up.  He waited off in a corner some where, people watching as he waited to meet Kori.  He at least knew what she looked like- not that appearance meant anything to Uno. as someone who dealt with 'beauty' so often, he couldn't find it within himself to care about the appearance of others.  What mattered is if they were fun to be around, worth his time. 

Once his yellow eyes fell on Kori, Uno approached, coffee in hand, and a wide grin on his face.  "Hey! Kori right? Nice to meet you, I'm Uno." The man's voice was soft as he spoke, hard to hear among the chattering tables around them, but he was never one to raise his volume.  "Hope you don't mind my company for a bit." He truthfully didn't care if Kori did, but head pleasantries were a thing among humans. 

^{(oops my bad, I must've missed the one tail tidbit!)}
Kitsuwa tugged at the finely pressed gold hem of his yukata, staring down at the restricting garb with a displeased face. Everything about this was uncomfortable, his clothes being the least of his concern. An arranged date- seriously!? None of his older siblings had to do this. Kitsuwa didn't want to find glory in marriage, he wanted to find it on the battlefield! It was humiliating to be presented to a kitsune greater than him like a slab of meat. But, Kitsuwa recognized his duty to honour his family, and if he couldn't do it by fighting, then he'd do it through marriage. Kitsuwa scowled. 

The shoji slid open and a fox servant beckoned Uno into the room. It was a pleasant tea room, the walls open to the balcony behind Kitsuwa, allowing the gentle breeze to carry in the scents of the garden framing the young kitsune in the open space of the wall. Kitsuwa held his head up, trying his best to look proper and noble. His ears lowered slightly, and his tails twitched. As soon as he laid eyes upon the kitsune, Kitsuwa could tell that Uno was powerful. First of all, he had more tails than Kitsuwa! And, damn it, he was handsome! Huffing, the younger kitsune's four tails curled behind him almost self-consciously, shifting in the clothes that now seemed much too tight.

"Good day." Kitsuwa said through clenched teeth, lowering his sheepish gaze as he cheeks tinted pink. Kitsuwa was beginning to completely forget what his grandparents told him to say. "Please sit, we can, uh... tea...? How do you do-?" 

Kitsuwa, shrinking into himself, fought against the urge to slam his head into the table, making this situation even more humiliating than it already was.

Tales and myths had warned him not to mingle with kitsunes. Noboru's spoon waded aimlessly through his soup as he studied the man before him. A young-looking fellow. Bright inviting eyes. But that could easily be an illusion.

"Sooo," the bard started. Not sure how to continue his sentence, Noboru's gaze shifted to his spoon. "Uh." he scooped up some of his spicy shrimp soup and emptied his spoon in the same motion. "Who signed you up? Your siblings?" Noboru finally looked Kitsuwa in the eyes as he blindly tried to take a sip of his soup. "Mine signed me up," he confessed. "Typical of them to link me to a kitsune." Some of the soup dripped on Noboru's lower lip and chin. "D-don't get me wrong! I don't mean that as an insult," he miserably recovered. He placed his spoon down.
"It's just… You're a tickser, are you not?" he asked in a quick breath. "Is this a set up?" Noboru looked over his shoulder. Partly expecting to spot a camera crew behind them.
"I don't think this will work out…" Noboru placed a hand in his face. Digging his fingers in his skin. "I am so sorry." His hand slid down his face and rested in his throat. The bard looked at Kitsuwa again.
"I-its not because of your looks. You look incredible," he said. Pause. His fingers dug deeper into his skin. "I am just easily deceived."

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For NP: Feel free to interact with Roswell (52) Salvador(25 platonic only ) Jan-Paul (21) or Noboru (IC)

Noboru's expression the entire time (it is the social anxiety)

Though she has to physically fight the urge to turn and walk the other way as soon as she had realized that it was Isolde waiting for her. She never really did blind dates like this. Never knowing who you might wind up with wasn't a risk Illanya was typically willing to take. She'd had to remind herself to not write off the evening as a complete failure preemptively. After all, it would probably be worse form to just leave the composer to spend the evening alone when there'd been plans for a date already.

Illanya tried not to think how awkward dinner itself had been, a mostly silent ordeal that felt particularly stilted to the knight, regardless of any efforts towards any organized conversation. Instead, she now focuses on the path in front of her, careful to give the composer space as they trek further into the woods. Perhaps it was the lily pond that had stuck in the knight's memory, but somehow she had the feeling that the composer might enjoy the quiet grove Illanya herself had grown so fond of.

In hindsight, Illanya had realized how this might've looked to the composer. Being led into the woods by... well perhaps not a complete stranger, but still. It must've been a bit of an odd request. The knight had taken care this time to take a recognizable path, one that could be easily followed out, in case the composer decided that she no longer wished to continue the evening. Eventually, the path ends and Illanya steps off of the path and reaches to push branches and bush limbs aside to reveal a clearing ahead. 

"Just through here," The knight speaks very softly and nods, holding the branches to allow Isolde to pass. Through the last bits of foilage, opens up a clearing with an unusual willow tree in the center of it. perhaps only unusual in the way that it looked like someone had once chopped the tree down, only for vines, flowers, and mushrooms to seal the wound it had once sustained. In the shadows cast by those billowing branches is the gentle flicker of fireflies, illuminating the night. There's a gentle rustle of foliage as Illanya steps through into the grove herself, her expression fond. 

"I haven't been able to visit as much as I would like to anymore, but this is my favorite spot within the woods." She explains, walking over to the tree and pressing her hand to the trunk, gaze turned away as she takes in the environment. "I thought, that you might appreciate a spot like this more than some of the others I've shown this place to." Illanya hums to herself and settles down on the grass, leaning her back against the giant willow tree, taking care to leave room for her date if she wanted to sit nearby.

Illanya remains silent for a while, only the sound of crickets beginning to sing and the gentle rustle of the plants around them filling the space, until some scrabbling to the side can be heard and a few reflective eyes of small animals can be seen, some daring to approach. Most seem more interested in Isolde than the knight, though Illanya doesn't seem to particularly mind. 

"Back when I was young, I found this place. Stumbled upon it really, after being lost in the woods for a good little while. It's where I met Bathovian. That big lug of an elk you might've seen around the stables." Illanya chuckles to herself and rubs at a spot on her forehead before sighing and tilting her head to look up at the fireflies. "I always come out here when it gets a little bit too much, or when I just need some time away from, well, everything."

"I know the palace gardens are beautiful, but they're not the best for quiet contemplation, I've found. So... if you'd like, you're welcome to come here if you ever find yourself in need of someplace more peaceful. People don't tend to come this far into the woods, and typically the only company you might have are the little critters that sometimes show up." The knight smiles warming, reaching down and patting the head of a rabbit attempting to hop into her lap. Illanya turns to meet Isolde's gaze and hums, "Either way, it's a beautiful evening. I was worried it would be colder."

@ np Please feel free to use anyone from here!

_{I forgor if they interacted before. If so, please pretend this is one of their first meetings, because I am a silly little creature.} 

Leika’s was nervous. So very, very nervous. Her heart rammed in her chest, her hand clammed around the small bouquet of flowers she’d plucked herself. Dwarf lance-leaf coreopsis, daisies, clovers ad some cow parsley. Leika did not know any of these names. Still, she smiled as she presented the hastily woven together bouquet to Illanya. “Thought you may like these,” she said. She smiled sheepishly. “You look like a little flower girl. Are you a little flower girl? Bet you are,” she said. With that same meaningless smile on her face. Her gaze drifted towards the flowers. She promptly shoved them into the knight’s direction.
“I mean.” Leika wiggled the flowers. “All bodyguards give their clients, bouquets,” she said. “I-I am,” she pressed her hand on her chest to indicate the ‘I’, “the lijfwacht and cityspotter Roswell hired for you! He didn’t tell me anything about you ‘nd I expect he didn’t say a word about me as well,” she continued. “Like a blinddate… Of sorts!” Leika’s fingers froze around the stems. Her grasp was as strong as a deadman’s grasp. Unmovable, unnatural.
“A workdate. I am hired. You are, not hired.” Leika frowned. She curled her lips as her cheeks flushed red. “Vot ass, balls,” Leika summed up. “I fucked this up” she muttered. “I am Leika. You’re cityspotter,” she said. In a rehearsed tone. “I brought you some flowers native to the area, so you get familiar with Kretschwick and their stupid plant life,” she added. “You are… What’s your name?” Leika’s gaze shifted away from her flowers towards the other. “And you’re here to visit the city, and maybe consult… a wedding?”
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NP: Feel free to interact with Roswell (52) Nathaniel {45) or Leika (IC).
V THIS IS SO CUTE thank you

Going blind into something was dangerous, very dangerous. Mandragora was never the type to take risks that were this- odd. It wasn't that she didn't want love, or even just a companion for a day. But why was she taking such a risk? Anxiety crashed against her like a tidal wave, what was she going to do? Was she going to get insulted? Khain, why in all the realms did she even agree to this?

Despite these thoughts, she didn't move an inch. She wanted to run out of fear and anxiety, but she just couldn't leave from the cafe doorway. It took the shoving of a belligerent woman to get the Aelf through the doorway and into the building. To her, there was no turning back now- she just had to GO for it. Mandragora slipped between a few other customers searching for the table on her little card. Upon finding the table and the inhabitant, she certainly had mixed feelings. 

Seeing Leika did not fill her with any strong feelings, besides the residual anxiety. Clearing her throat, she slid into the seat across from Leika, eyes stuck on the wooden table. Within a few seconds she had tried to speak, but each time the words got lodged in her throat. She just needed to do something to show she meant well, right? Mandragora slid a small bag across the table, filled with sweets and chocolate coins. "I am, not great, at this, sorry"

NP: You can choose someone from here if you like