#queer lit

Features

- Set in a fantasy world based heavily on the early Roman Empire, with small aspects of Arthurian legends, you play as a person from the modern era thrust into this world for reasons unknown. The gods here are terrifyingly real here, though Verrie does not know that just yet…

- Involve yourself in the story by participating in periodic polls that last about a week each. Due to this, writing will be slower than my other project while waiting for the polls to close. One such decision will be the chooce of four different backstories for the main protagonist, all of which will assist, and hinder, them in their sleuthing in various ways. Verrie can be a starving artist with an endearing sense of creativity, a savvy and charismatic salesman, a deeply empathetic psychiatrist who understands the human mind, or a a cryptozoologist who is no stranger to the weird, wacky, and wild.

- Follow Verrie as they befriend, or make an enemy of, the palace denizens in their search for clues.

- Will Verrie modern knowledge with those in this fantasy world to help advance their civilization and save their hide, or hide their origins out of fear of suspicion. No matter what you choose, there will be consequences.

- The gods are real and they demand fealty. Verrie will bisit temples, partake in rituals, and make sacrifices to certain gods in order to aid their quest.

Romantic Options

The King: Seisyll Aurelius Caesari

Playlist (WIP)

A young king, barely in his twenties, who always seems to have a smile on his face and a dreamy demeanor. Those in his periphery would describe him as an airhead, those who know him personally look at their king with… fear? Seisyll has a love for pretty, broken toys, his chambers filled to the brim with his childish collection. Only Seisyll’s daughter, the young Caris, has known his true smile.

Seisyll has curly blond hair that twists into pretty ringlets almost effortlessly. His red eyes are more often compared to rubies, but it is not uncommon for them to be noted as the color of freshly spilled blood. Seisyll has a lean and muscled build with hair that curls at his nape. His laurels are silver so as not to hide within his golden tresses.

The Knight: Cynwrig Primus Gabini

Playlist (WIP)

Noble, brave, chivalrous, these are all words used to describe Cynwrig. He is the King’s most trusted soldier and his personal guard, one of the only people entrusted to the princess’s safeguarding. The Knight will protect all who ask, and save all who need it, he is the most perfect of his order. So perfect that it is hardly a surprise to find that it is all an act. There are very few that Cynwrig truly cares about, his public persona created to make those select few smile. Deep down, he is a neurotic control-freak with an innate disdain for humanity.

With a mane of auburn hair that is tied in a low ponytail down to his back, occasionally, there will be braids from the princess looped within. Standing as the second tallest romantic lead, Cynwrig a perfectly groomed face, not a hair out of place. He has a small waist and his eyes are a sweet, seafoam green.

The Oracle: Tineus Awen Decembris

Playlist (WIP)

Always wearing a shit eating grin, Tineus knows your fate, and he will use this knowledge to tease you until you begin wondering how much trouble you would get in if you bashed a religious figure’s face in. He relishes in the immunity of his station, making an effort to terrorize rather than help. Playful to a fault and a terrible gossip, Tineus is as much a slave to the gods as Verrie is. To someone who always knows the truth, this mystery Verrie is spearheading is enough to drive him insane. Will they forgive him for taking it out on them?

Though it is not often that one ever gets to see the eyes, nor their delicate features behind his moth wing mask, Tineus has eyes a striking shade of gold. In his gray hair is a pair of golden moth clips, denoting their status as oracle. Tineus’ hair is short and straight, though two long, thin braids trail down his back and down to his ankles, as is traditional. His body is slight, almost fragile, like the insect he seems to embody.

The Inquisitor: Carmen Flameni

Playlist (WIP)

Carmen is a painfully social awkward man who almost always seems to be sweating profusely. He can barely get out a word or two in most conversations before fleeing back to the dungeons that he calls home. Only there does he feel powerful. In those darkened halls, Carmen and his instruments are what is worshipped as a god, not the divine who exist in the Heavens above. This power, what he lacks in all other aspects of his life, is intoxicating. If he takes out his frustrations on criminals, who would have half a mind to stop him? He is only doing his job after all.

Whipchord lanky with a hooked nose and silver eyes, he has black hair with a single ivory streak running from his temple. Moles dot his face, two under his eye and another on his chin. Carmen’s hair is long and unruly, almost reaching his backside. His eyes are narrow, though whatever hawk-like severity he carries is stifled by his incesssnt stutter.

The Executioner: Ignatus Elegansi

Playlist (WIP)

An utterly terrifying force of nature, Ignatus is never without his hood. He is a massive wall of flesh, with a quiet stoicism that puts all on edge. What keeps people away is the pride that he takes in his work, the lack of fear that he exhibits as he nails criminals to a cross, or takes off a head with an axe. No amount of screaming, begging, or pleading will make Ignatus sway. He is rough by nature, even his affection stings. Rumors say that there are grievous scars upon his face, ones that denote that, once, he had barely clung to life. Perhaps this debt is what keeps him in service to the King.

Considering that he is always adorned in his robes, there is very little hope to know Ignatus’ true appearance.

The Jester: Merfyn Lunari

Playlist (WIP)

A bit intense, especially for his occupation, Merfyn is high-strung and a bit of a cynic. He believes himself to be above this occupation, but there is not much left for him aside from a life of peasantry if he were to leave. He is rather serious with a dry sense of humor, so while he makes a fool of himself, and others, for entertainment, it never amuses him. In all honesty, he is rather bland, if not for his duties in the dungeon alongside the inquisitor. That is work that Merfyn much prefers. Screaming is far more melodious than laughter.

With hair a deep shade of black that it almost appears blue, straight and never a hair our of place, Merfyn complimemts this with dark pools in wide eyes. His skin is a dark shade of brown, colored deeper from the sun as the King often has him perform outside. Merfyn’s hair is shaped into an unflattering bowl cut around his head, a fashion he shaped after priests of the God of Duty. It’s almost as if he had a different path in mind before he was set upon this one…