21 Things I Want In A Lover
[A private roleplay for Wavi and Soturo Ayami]

Everyone likes to find love, right? Well, not all people are privileged when it comes to picking a mate. This is he story about an arranged marriage between a FBI agent and a woman not of his picking. Their parents set the two up on a date, and, to their dismay, they got lost hang-gliding into the mountains. With their guide dying instantly, the two had to take things into their own hands. Exploring, they come across a haunted castle. Rumor has it ghosts live there, but they will eventually discover it's the home to a world famous serial killer and his cult. What will happen to the unhappy soon-to-be couple? Not even the stars know. Their fate is in their own hands. This is their story....

Levin Rambert Wakefield
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male, straight
twenty-six years young
approximately six foot two inches
weighing just under one-hundred and fifty-five pounds
golden green eyes to charm with
dark blonde hair to run your fingers through


21 Things I Want In A Lover:
Sexy • Smart • Sensitive • Charming • Caring • Charismatic • Clever • Committed • Bold • Blunt • Brave • Mature • Motherly • Mysterious • Multi-tasker • Helpful • Handy • Honest • Loving • Loyal • Lustful

Dasha Adrianna Linder

female, straight
twenty-four years old
five foot four
one hundred twenty-five pounds
short black hair, brown-gold eyes

21 things I want in a lover:
Quirky, hyper, straightforward, intelligent, nosy, curious, hard-working, brave, innovative, hot-headed, Romantic, daring, clever, sensible, inventive, sociable, confident, diligent, resourceful, saucy

[IMGright]http://starity.hu/images/celebs/200x300/michael_weatherly.jpg[/IMGright]Pushing up from the ground, Levin looked over at the female resting beside him. She wasn't the most ideal person in the world to be lost with, but at least she was a she. There was no way Brokeback Mountain was happening anytime soon for this male. Shuddering at the thought, he stood and walked over to dip his face in the nearby river.

Crystal clear cool water splashed against his face as he took a nice look drink. Sitting back on his behind, he looked up at the large puffy white clouds. It was beautiful here, but it was a shame he was lost. Okay, being lost wasn't that bad, it was being with her that sucked. Thankfully, Levin was a genius when it came to navigating so getting himself un-lost wasn't too much of a concern. After all, it was his specialty in the FBI - finding lost people and hunting them down.

His golden green eyes shimmered in the early morning light. Just sitting there, he bashed in the warm rays of the sun, thinking of his office space and how no one would even miss him if he were to never return. His brow cocked when he hard his 'future wife' stir. Ugh. Today was the start of day one with his future wife. Arranged marriages. Where they even legal anymore? Heh, it really didn't matter. Levin was stuck with it even if Dasha wasn't his first pick (to be honest she wasn't even on the list).

It was his fault. Somehow this was all his fault. She knew it was. The reason they were lost was because her stupid, husband was a moron. Even though Dasha couldn’t prove it he was. Who did arranged marriages anymore!? Apparently her family.

She was blissfully unaware of this until about half a year ago when she actually got to meet him. She will admit to herself was almost smitten with him considering he was a good looking man. She would not deny it but her was very arrogant at least to her he seemed. He had that air like he could walk into a room and have any girl he wanted. No matter how true that may have been she wouldn’t put up with it. Now she was stuck out in the middle of nowhere with this man. Whoopie. The fates were messing with her for sure. This was a test. Probably to show her she was destined for him, her one and only. Well she wouldn’t have it. That was too cliché and stupid fancies like that got you heartache. She knew that all too well.

She rolled over onto her side. She hadn’t actually gotten any sleep or was knocked out for that matter. God she was glad she was wearing sensible shoes and she wasn’t on one of her high-heeled kicks. Stilettos were nice but they had no practical use. Her eyes flutter open as she stares into the grass. Now was not the time to think of frivolities this was serious. She just hoped she’d be able to keep her cool out here, especially since she’d be alone with him. “I hate you…” She mumbles sitting up.

"You hate me? Now why ever would you hate me?" Levin rolled his eyes, but decided to sit down beside her anyways. So he didn't like her, but he wasn't stupid. He knew that to survive, he would have to play nice with her, even though his head was screaming to just run off and let her get eaten by the cougars, bears, and other monsters of the forest. "Some first date, huh?"

Laughing, Levin figured it was safer to play the card of a comedian rather than a worry wart. Blessed with a humorous side, Levin would easily be able to lift the mood and help keep them focused on the positive, but, being their first date, he wasn't all too sure if she was into cocky, confident, and funny men. "So tell me, what are the first five things you noticed and liked about me?" Laying back into the grass, Levin smirked. "I noticed your vast eyes. They are a very unique color. I find them alluring. I also liked your sarcasm. I admire a woman with spunk and the guts to go head to head with a male. Your laugh also caught me off guard. I'm used to hearing woman laugh, but yours is very distinctive, and it's nice." Rolling over onto his side, he rested his cheek on his hand.

"Do tell me more about yourself. I hardly know anything about you, and yet, I'm to marry you. I guess I should at least attempt to get to know you better before I have to have a full-brown wedding and such. Oi. Weddings. What colors would you like?" Turning back over so he was on his back side, he looked up at the clouds. I've always thought red and black looked nice, but that's just me."

Dasha just raised an eyebrow at him. Oh he was gonna play that one what he? Fine she could play nice, not that she wanted to. She was pretty confident in her ability to survive out here, at least she thought she was. Though being out here alone she might have already begun to panic. Being a city girl she was accustom to large crowds. She was a people person.

A small fear of hers, which she’d never admit to any one even under threat of torture, were open spaces, empty open spaces. The kinds of places like the subway at midnight or just empty rooms made her antsy. People were staple. She had a large family it was understandable.

“I believe you are lying, but thank you all the same.” She mutters crossing her arms over her knees. “To be honest…I found you quite attractive the first time we met. You have a nice face, nice ass too. Your eyes draw people, you get along well with other people, even me. I’ll be the first to admit that I am a total bitch on the right day. I like your voice, I bet you can even sing.” Dasha sighs again glancing down at him. “Personally, I hadn’t ever planned to get married. It was just a thing that people did now-a-days and more of them end in divorce every year. I never had any hope of getting married.” A frown sets on her face as she plays with a bug crawling on her hand. It was a small green beetle just running over the back of her hand. It had set itself there for some reason she couldn’t fathom. “Well…since its tradition…White…I can always imagine white for with a few earth tones, greens, browns, silver, red… It would be interesting I suppose."Her eyes traced back to him again now laying on his back. her frown still set she banged her head against her crossed arms before standing and heading over to a tree to let the beetle crawl away. "Good bye little one." She whispers as it starts up the tree.

Levin had a soft smile on his face as he watched her release the bug. Her words still lingered in his head. "You have a nice ass too," he said looking at her upside down. "God I'm envious of you. You're so lucky to have a large family," so what if it was a little off topic, it would soon get back on topic. "I adore kids and would love to have that many. But, like you said, it's hard to find the right person. For so many years, I passed up so many relationships opting for one night stands. Now that I'm older, I wish that I just had tried to stay committed and settled down. I really want to be a father. I would love to have a son. I've always like Aleric. It's unique and catchy. Or at least I think it is."

The golden haired male rose and joined Dasha. "White would be nice. It would look stunning on you. I think you'd look really sharp in white, dark green, and gold. Obviously a white dress, but the bride's maids could be in a nice hunter green with white flowers. I'm not really a brown guy, so I'd have to be in black with the boys. What style were you thinking? I think night weddings are nice. Have the setting sun as the backdrop for pictures. I went to a karaoke wedding. God, that was fun." Smiling, he slipped in "And yes, I'm told I have an amazing voice."

A thought danced in his mind. He wasn't sure if he should try it, but being a daring fellow, he followed his heart. His arms wrapped around her body and he pulled her in tight. Resting his head against hers, Levin swayed lightly in the spring breeze. "We'll be fine. You leave the rescuing to your knight in a red shirt and a black leather jacket. Ha." Kissing just below her left ear, Levin embraced Dasha just a while longer before releasing her. "Lucky for you, I am a pro hunter. Okay, stalker. But same idea. Now... the sun comes up in the East and sets in the West. That puts that way as North. Now, if I recall the map correctly, there is a city up North. Shall we press our luck and attempt to survive this? Or would you rather we just bicker and fight the entire way? It could lead to some hot love making," teasing her at that point, Levin poked out his tongue. "What? I'm a guy. It's naturally always on my mind."

Dasha laughed. “Having a big family has its faults too. Everyone knows everything about what’s going on in your life no matter what you do or when.” She thought about the times with her mother most often when it came to family. It was the one person who could parallel her in almost every way, even looks. He mother had a picture of herself when she was younger and she had looked almost identical to Dasha.

A smile spread across her face. “I always wanted children. Two boys and girl. And the boys would be older so that they could look after their sister and spoil her rotten. I would become the evil mother who would punish them when they got in trouble but we’d love each other all the same.” A fleeting dream she reminded herself. She was marrying a man of her families choosing. She nodded when he began to talk about the colors. Of course she’d have to wear white, even with his claims to have had many one night stands she had in actuality had none. She was still a virgin. Not that she would admit that to him. “A karaoke wedding actually does sound like a lot of fun. I think we can agree on that. If I had to…” Before she could finish her sentence she felt arms wrap around her torso. Dasha froze instantly, completely in shock. What?

Her brain wasn’t processing what was happening properly until she felt lips on the back of her ear. Both her hands shot up to stop a yelp from falling past her lips. Dear god did he have to do that? It was one of her weak spots, that and her lower back which was currently pressed against him. She was glad for her skin tone because it would hide the blush on her face for now. ‘Lord let this man let me go before I lose my mind.’ She thought closing her eyes.

Dasha thanked the powers that be when he let her go because she could have melted right then and there. She gathered herself quickly and turned to listen to him explain about the town to the north of here. Okay, she knew where north was, even she knew the sun rose in east, not a difficult concept to grasp but she let him talk nodding as she listen. At his last remark she did a double take. For the love of…her face heating up again she just shook her head. “ Ma was right, men never grow up…” She mutters heading in the direction that was north.

Hearing her talk about her family and wanting kids definitely made Levin blush. He wasn't accustomed to women opening up to him and sharing stuff such as that. "Your mother is simply amazing. I've known her for a while. I'm guessing your mother got talking with my step-father who started talking with my mother and yeah, that's when they decided we should get married."

A side grin followed. "Technically, they can't force us to get married. But, I guess I could work on getting to know you and potentially think about us being married." Moving back over to her, he intertwined their hands. He saw her glance down at their hands. "What? I'm a guy. I'm not all that picky when it comes to woman. Granted, after I get to know you better, I'll get picky. But up front, I'm just interested in getting to know you. Okay, so I'm a tad clingy and lovey-dovey at times, but if that's not your style, I will do my best to restrain myself from randomly holding your hands, hugging you, and... kissing you." His eyes met hers.

"Names! What would you name them? And I would love two boys and a little princess. God, I would spoil her like crazy. Make her have the perfect fairytale life. The boys, I'd rough 'm up and teach them to be well mannered charmers. I can't stand punks who won't hold doors open. Chivalry is dead, but I will not that it die in my blood and bloodline." At that point he was thinking back to his biological father as well as his step-father. Both men were, by far, the sweetest men he'd ever met. His legit father died saving his hooker mother. His step-father, a cop, ended up taking his mom in and nursed her back to health. To this day, they are still madly in love and very happy. He saved her and his real father took a bullet for her. It was nice knowing that knights and princes really did exist.

His life wasn't fairytale worthy, but Levin was pleased with it. So what if he never got to meet his father? His step-father was the best thing that ever came into his life. He helped Levin grown into the man he was today. Granted, there was a time where they split and Levin when anorexic and Goth, but that was all in the past. He was now a clean-cut FBI agent with a six-pack and a toned body.

Dasha gave a small snort, “Well they can’t make you get married. That’s another thing about large families, they tend to be very set in their ways. I would do anything in the world to make my mother happy.” She mumbles still staring at their joined hands. “Yeah…That does Sound like my mother.”

Shrugging slightly she pulled her hands from his. It was true he was making her uncomfortable but that wasn‘t the whole thing. A small part of her, the woman in her was thrilled to have this mans attentions. That it self made her feel uncomfortable. It was less his fault then her own. He face now burning she ducked her

“Its…it isn’t that I have a problem with you being…who you are. It doesn’t help if I don’t at least get used to you. Who knows maybe… maybe we’ll be friends by the time this is over.” Her confidence was slipping the more she thought about telling her mother she didn’t want to marry Levin. AT least not at current. He was attractive that was true but…she didn’t know him and in the time that it would take her to be comfortable with the idea he might have moved on. He had choices she didn’t. Her family was set in their ways, that she was fine with.

Sighing she ran a hand though her curled hair, it just sprang back into place after she let it go. It would continue to do that until she decided it was time to wash it and it would flatten out into mostly loose curls. Easier to manage.

When she pulled away, Levin felt his heart sink some. Even though she wasn't blaming him, he couldn't help but feel like he was causing the issue. She fragile and perfect. Smart, funny, witty, charming, soft, easy to talk to, and so much more. Speaking up, the green-eyed male decided he might as well share what he thought. No point in keeping it to myself, he thought.

"No matter what you say, I find it hard to believe anything negative you say about yourself. Look at you. You're smart. Hell, you can keep up with me and I'm like a whiny toddler and a angsty, cocky eighteen year old fresh out of high school. I say you're doing better than most chicks. Trust me, you're far more patient. And beautiful, but I'm sure you would know that if you were to look in a mirror." A smile came to his face as he walked up closer to her. "I'm Levin R. Wakefield. Age twenty-six. Single. I love all movies and make sure I watch at least one a night. I also love cooking. My stuffed shells are to die for. I'm an only child. My biological father died taking a bullet for my prostitute mother. She was caught by my step-father a cop and ever since then they have been together. They want to have a child, but mom was sexually assaulted and had... yeah... let's just say she can't have children anymore."

Drumming his hands on his chin, he thought of other possible things to tell her. "I was in chess club when I was a senior. I also joined swim team, cross country, and ROTC. I joined the army, then I became a cop, then I flipped to the FBI. I have a cat back home named Monte and I also have a hermit crab named Lucky. I can't stand the color yellow and I hate it when guys don't hold doors open for women." He gave a blank look and then turned toward Dasha. "Ummm, that's pretty much me. OH! I'm also a mechanic and I know some first aid stuff. When I was in the army, I was a sniper. But that's about it. The rest is either pointless or boring."

A light breeze rustled his hair. "What about you? May I hear your brief life story?" Sitting down, he looked up at the female. "I'm all ears. Believe it or not, I'm a great listener."

Dasha just stares at him for a moment. The look on his face made her feel guilty. She wished it wasn’t so complicated sometimes. Sure she had guy friends before and she had flirted before but it wasn’t a regular thing for her. Recently she had been so focused on school and working she hadn’t thought to even look for a boyfriend let alone bed with someone. She felt inexperienced around people like him and he was being so open. She could indulge him this far.

“Well…” She starts before awkwardly sitting herself down in front of him. “Thank you for your compliment…” Dasha says fiddling with the hem of her shirt nervously, “My name is Dasha Adrianna Linder. I am 23 years old. I am a Contemporary Art Major. I will have my masters next fall. I work at a café part time. I like to eating all different types of food even if I don’t cook very often. I have five siblings. Three brothers and two half sisters. My mother raised me and my brothers before she met my father when I was nine and they got married and has two more children, my sisters. They argue constantly but they’ve never been apart.”

Dasha had a moment of hesitation before continuing. “In HS I was very rebellious I suppose. I did smoke for about a year until one of my friends got lung cancer, she didn’t smoke. I quit cold turkey after that. I have a six-foot boa named Kwasi, it means “born on Sunday” in west African.”

She chewed deftly at the bottom of her lip. “I have been in one serious relationship that ended badly after a three month period. The man I was with got violent once time, tried to force himself on me so I beat him with an iron skillet.” Her head shot up a wide eyed look on her face as she , “A-ah he’s alive. I-I didn’t kill him or anything. I called him an ambulance after I realized what I was doing.” She ducked her head down again fidgeting with her fingers.