Name: Caveat

Age: 126 (17 in Skeleton years)

Occupation: Magic Seller

Appearance: Skeleton with black horns. Wears a highschool jacket with a C on the top left, has pants that go down to the ankles and sneakers. Eye(socket)s are from outward to in, black, yellow, black.

Pronouns: They/Them

Powers/abilities: Bone daggers that drain HP and sense LOVE

Other: From another universe (a UTAU)

Name:  Aislen Mirre

Age: Appears to be about 14

Occupation: Sells enchanted jewelry and charms, may or may not also be a mysterious thief under the alias Shard

Personality: Friendly, clever, charming, kind, mysterious, loves riddles.  She seems to be very knowledgeable about magic and the Night Market, more so than a person her age typically is.

Appearance: Long sleek black hair with deep blue highlights, tawny skin, large heterochromatic eyes (one deep green and one pale blue, both flecked with gold), pointed ears, visible scars around her left wrist.  Wears simple, colorful dresses and jackets, many different styles of jewelry depending on the day or her outfit, always wears leather gloves when handling anything magical.

Pronouns: she/her

Powers/abilities: Persuasive and charismatic, acrobatics, encanting objects, powerful nature-related magic yet to be revealed 

Other: This is probably obvious, but she's not what she seems and there are a lot of rumors about her

@everyone, but mostly Rainbow Riot

Would you mind if I used this role-play to write a story?

I'll only use characters that people say it's fine. 

Even though this RP has been dead for a while, it's an interesting one so--

Name: Morrigan Ensley 

Age: about nineteen

Occupation: A spy and bookmaker.

Personality: Quiet, shy, and will do anything for information.  Doesn't trust anyone and is fairly awkward around people.

Appearance: Tallish, with long dark hair that is always in two braids, pale skin, and dark eyes. Usually wears the color teal, a long dress, and a long coat. 

Pronouns: she/her

Powers/abilities: can disappear completely from someone's senses (doesn't happen very much, because it's tiring)

Other: n/a

~Morrigan~

Before setting up shop for the night, I must make my rounds of Oplita. 

I leave my box of books locked to the stall where I will soon sell them. In the houses, people are having calm conversations around the fire, putting their youngest children to bed. But in one house, there is talking. Angry talking.

"I don't go around making deals with assassins, Evil! You're in no position to bargain. A hundred gold for street rats being sent to the Beyond and that is very much it."

That sounds interesting. I write the address--395 Impatience Close--in my notebook and put the pencil back into my pocket. Then I open the door carefully and slowly, and climb the stairs. Once on the top floor, I make myself insensible, which will drain me enough that I will have trouble keeping my eyes open tonight. 

"Governer Ariang, I'm risking my life weaving portals," says one of the people. Evil Vang. I know of her. "You will raise it to a hundred twenty."

"And you were also risking your life going around committing crimes,"  says the other person, an old man in an ugly suit. "I spill your secrets to the police or you do this to me for no more than a hundred golds."

"All right then," says Evil. "Bad night, Governor Ariang."

They both leave the room, which is magnificent. I collapse onto the table and reappear. This sounds interesting, but unfortunately, I have to leave.

And also unfortunately, Evil is coming back in.  She's entitled to it--it's her house--but I have no more energy for disappearing. And she's in the doorway and the hiding spots are terrible. I open the door and go outside onto the balcony. Evil's house is facing one of the ponds of the city, the deeply artificial water-holding reservoirs. I can swim. And it seems like that's the best option. I drop my precious notebook and pencil over the side of the balcony, then climb onto the rail. I remembered someone saying that water, with height, is like concrete. But back when I was at school, and on the swim team of our academy, the coach said my dives were spectacular. I perch on the rail and kick off just as Evil opens the door. 

I fall into the pond, which isn't deep but is deep enough that I want to climb the steps in the side and get out, which I do. I grab my notebook and pencil and hurry home to change out of my sopping clothes before bookselling. Then I arrive at the stall and start setting up for another night.

Name: Grimm

Age: untold

Occupation: sells/buys souls and old storybooks

Appearance: typically wearing an enchanted Shadow Cloak; beneath, he is an anthropomorphic black wolf with silver blind eyes.

Pronouns: he/him (they when addressing him as well as the souls he owns)

Powers/abilities: able to capture souls, can occasionally have visions

Other: pedestrians prefer to avoid Grimm's little stall at the Night Market; Grimm is typically cold and silent, with a scary, raspy voice. Children enjoy perusing his storybooks.

~Morrigan~

I am so, so tired.
Unfortunately, I'm also having a busy night.
An old man and a young boy come up to the book stall.
"Do you sell notebooks?" the man asks.
"Yes, sir," I say, trying to sound like I'm the tiredest I've been in days.
"Graph notebooks? For math?"
"No." I've never heard of them. "I can have one by tomorrow, though."
"Good." He leaves and I make a record of him, then sell books late into the night. I get home at about 2 AM, then fall asleep for the rest of my night and into the morning. I'll deal with the graph notebook after lunch. 

(It's short, I know, but I couldn't think of much yet wanted to add something.)