Tailored linen suits, a faint scent of oud and cedarwood, a heavy gold signet ring, and a gaze that feels like it’s reading your pulse. The "Paper" (Roleplay Starter)
He leaned back, gesturing to the velvet chair across from him. "Come. Sit. We have much to discuss regarding your conduct this evening, and I prefer to do so while the tea is still warm. Do not make me ask a second time." How to use this: RoleplayerOld Domianant Gentelman !Moroccan.On ...
Use the traits above to fill out a profile on platforms like Discord or RP forums. Tailored linen suits, a faint scent of oud
"You are three minutes late," he remarked, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that carried the melodic lilt of North Africa. He finally looked up, his dark eyes sharp behind silver-rimmed spectacles. He didn't look angry—that would be too simple. Instead, he looked expectant, as if he were waiting to see if you had the courage to offer an excuse or the wisdom to simply offer an apology. "You are three minutes late," he remarked, his
