forum I wanna rp!

Started May 18, 2019 by Deleted user

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This would be my second time rp-ing… anyone wanna join? I have no idea of what the plot should be or even the genre…

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Hi Loops!

so can I rp with ya

Yeah sure! Do you have any idea for a plot? Cause my mind is blank right now…

Yay! Um, I was thinking like a light gay romance but also fantasy adventure whatever…they're on the run from the same thing, and then like
gay or whatever

How about that

But we could make it gay and then add some fantasy

okay that's better lol
I'm thinking the classic world where magic exists but isn't common, which, um, would be good for my little werewolf boi

Okay sure

Can you do a template or somethin loll

Ok

How about this

Name:
Gender:
Sexuality (pretty obvious but they might be bi):
Appearance:
Age:
Personality:
Special (like superpowers, being non-human or whatever):
Favorite item (idk just for fun):

Did I forget anything?

Hey should we see if anyone else wants to join? I’m gonna have to go offline for a couple of hours so it might be boring if the rp just stops when I do…

Sorry I was eating lunch lol
No you didn't forget anything, you can add peeps if you want but its gonna be gay so idk

Name: Zach Ardolf
Gender: Male
Sexuality (pretty obvious but they might be bi): gAy
Appearance: Tall, with dull, light brown hair in a tiny fringe. A sort of roundish face with very long-ish fingernails and his hair is very. very. fluffly. Has light skin with a couple brown freckles up and down his arms.
Age: 19
Personality: Very bouncy and energetic. Impulsive, extroverted, excited, and can get very stressed very easily. Things like stress and other overpowering emotions can lead him to turn into a wolf, which he tries to keep secret.
Special (like superpowers, being non-human or whatever): Jokes on u he's a werewolf boi, so his werewolf appearance is: A bigger wolf, but no more muscular than most. A light chestnut color, his fur has streaks of darker brown in it as well. His fur is still so darn fluffy.
Favorite item (idk just for fun): The gray ribbon he always has tied around his wrist/front paw.

So this is mah boi, sorry for taking so long

Name: Felix Titling
Gender: Male
Sexuality (pretty obvious but they might be bi): gay
Appearance: Dark brown hair that is a mess most of the time, olive skin, strong jawline, iceblue eyes, about 5’7, mostly leatherjackets, jeans and his favorite pair of red converse, often crossed arms, always has a swiss armyknife in his pockets
Age: 18
Personality: A rather sarcastic little piece of shit, funny once you get to know him, observant (but totally oblivious about some things), sometimes an asshole but most of the time just a catloving, grumpy little dork that stays away from people as much as he can so he is kinda antisocial
Special (like superpowers, being non-human or whatever): Mindreader, but only if the person trusts him. Like they have to actually feel trust for him, and then he gets access to their thoughts. It’s kinda like a password.
Favorite item (idk just for fun): His armyknife

ohmygod I love him
Do you wanna write a starter?

(Yeah, sure! I’m not entirely sure on how to, but here’s one…)

Felix ran like hell was chasing him. And it was. His own hell, at least.

The minute he told them about hos sexuality they had a match for him. It was like if they had been planning it all along. But it was impossible that they knew he was gay. He had never told anyone that before. But now, apparently, he was getting married to some guy, a son of a really rich family. Felix hated him already, whoever he was.

Through the tears, he laughed. They didn’t even know of his biggest secret yet. But he knew all of theirs.

After driving his car for a couple of hour, Felix stopped. The small hotell next to the road would have to do. He could spend the night there. Money was no problem. He had stolen his dads bankcard before he left. Mindreading was kind of handy when trying to find out the code.

When walking up to the reception in the lobby, someone poked his shoulder. ”Excuse me, but there’s actually a line,” said a harmonic, male voice.

(So I thought that whoever poked his shoulder could be Zach? Is that okay with you?)

(yeah that's fine lol and zach will be really sweet and bouncy about the entire thing)
Zach looked apologetically up at the stranger. "Sorry. But, um, there is a line."

”Oh. Sorry,” Felix muttered. He wasn’t really in the mood of talking to anyone right now. ”I guess I’ll go stand behind you, then.” He walked the few steps to get behind the stranger, where the line aparently ended. With his hands in his pockets he looked down to the ground, careful not to draw any more attention than he already had.

Zach’s nerves spouted as he approached the front desk, praying the receptionist wouldn’t recognize his name. Not that she would, but he didn’t know how far his parents had gone to warn everyone of his disappearance from marriage. They could get a little intense.
“Um…can I get a room, please? You can book it under Zach…” He began, sliding a 20 from his pocket.

Felix listened as the cute stranger booked a room. God, that guy seemed nervous. Even more nervous than Felix was himself. The thought of that calmed him down a bit. He fingered his armyknife in his pocket and wondered if they were allowed on hotells. It wasn’t like he was gonna kill anyone with it while staying here, but still. When the stranger walked away from the front desk, something fell out of his pockets. Felix’s poor eyesight made it impossible for him to see what it was, so he bent down to pick it up.

It was a key. Felix looked up, but the stranger was gone. He tried to remember which room the stranger got. He could return it, as soon as he got his own room. Felix didn’t really look forward to having to speak to someone, but… the stranger was kind of hot. Maybe a quick conversation wouldn’t hurt. Who knew, he might even get some money for returning the key.

Felix nervously fidgeted his knife as he knocked on the door. He had combed through his own messy hair before leaving his room. He didn’t want to look sloppy. He had the key in his pocket. It felt cold against his skin when he put a hand into his pocket to grab it.

Not that this ’thing’ could ever be anything. He knew that. It was just some attractive guy in a hotell, that’s all. And he himself was on the run. It wasn’t even possible.

(Sorry, that was long. I might not be able to answer for a while now, I’m gonna watch Eurovision, so… sorry.)

(Ok lol have fun)
Zach opened the door, fiddling with the ribbon on his wrist. What if the had found him? Did they know he was a werewolf?
But no, it was a stranger, who seemed rather anxious himself. Zach looked up at him, still wary but his hazel eyes curious.