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@Icefire, here you go! I'll paste the original prompt for ease of access, and put the sheet in a separate response.

In spite of everything that had happened, all the bad blood between them, and how much they'd both like to deny it, they were drawn to each other. No matter how many times they tried to hide it behind harsh words and insults, they both knew how they felt. And it was terrifying. But it's been years, and now they're both struggling… will they find a way to work through all their emotions, or will they be at each other's throats for the next decade? God only knows.


Character A and Character B were high school rivals, tearing each other apart at any chance they got. Naïve seventeen-year-olds, constantly slandering each other. Neither really knew where it started. Maybe it'd been a tie in something and the need to be the best, or a misunderstood interaction, but gods, they hated each other with a passion. However, time passed- as it tends to do- and they went their separate ways.

Character A settled down with a fiancé and a great job. When A's fiancé went on a business trip across the country, A decides to fly down and surprise them with a romantic weekend together! It was nearly their five-year anniversary, so they spared no expense- they blew everything they had on a plane ticket, and headed down. What they didn't expect, though, was to find someone else in their fiancé's hotel room. Heartbroken and unable to afford a flight back home, A flees to the cheapest motel nearby.

Character B travels to go to their dream college, and pursues what they're passionate in (whether that be sports, art, music, acting, etc.), finishing college with high hopes and excitement. However, they fail to get any gigs, and must resort to shitty side jobs while they find a permanent job. They sink into something of a depression, having to live at a cheap motel since they can't afford anything else.

The two of them, of course, end up in neighboring rooms.

NOTES: Heyheyhey, I'm back! Enemies to lovers is my shit, so this was bound to happen sooner or later. I'm down to be either character, but I'm leaning a bit toward Character A. If you really super want to play them though, I have no objections! Angst is going to play a bit of a role in this since both of them are in such sensitive headspaces, so let me know your triggers right off the bat. I doubt it'll get too bad, but better safe than sorry. Other than that, no rules! Swear as much or as little as you'd like, make your character a bitch, initiate steamy scenes, punch my character in the face- quite literally everything is on the table. Character sheet will be up soon! <3

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@ElderGod-Icefire

:D thanks! I'll get my charrie up tomorrow. Do you have any triggers? And what's the age range? I don't have any triggers, btw, so I'm good with whatever

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(i was thinking age range 24-30, since A is engaged at the beginning and B has finished college. and only triggers for me are intense descriptions of su1cide and/or s3lf h@rm. in backstories or flashbacks, though, brief description is alright!)

@ElderGod-Icefire

(alright, great! Any specific character dynamics you wanna go for? Other than enemies to lovers? Personally I am a massive fan of height differences? I like to make smol characters and then pair them with big characters, but we don't have to do that lmao)

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(ooh, I'm always a sucker for tol x smol. we can totally do that!)

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(nope, no preference! i do quite a bit of mlm so i'm used to that, but any dynamic works. my character uses he/him pronouns, if that impacts what character you'll use :D)

@ElderGod-Icefire

(alright! I was leaning towards a male character, so I just wanted to double-check that that would be alright. I'll get him up at some point today)

@ElderGod-Icefire

Name: Waylen "Way" James Markham
Age: 24
Gender: Cis man
Sexuality: Bi, tends to prefer men
Appearance: Waylen is about 5'6", so while he is nowhere near tall or even average, he also isn't super tiny. He has dark brown, wavy hair, that is often left unstyled to hang into his forehead. It isn't very long, though it used to be much longer. He is usually clean shaven, but occasionally has a bit of scruff on his jawline and chin. He is white, with a light tan and faint freckles on his cheekbones and arms. His eyes are a hazel green tone, usually looking more green, but sometimes brown instead, depending on the lighting and what he's wearing. He has a tattoo sleeve on his left arm, and a few other tattoos scattered around his body. His ears are pierced, and he also has a cartilage piercing on his right ear, and an eyebrow piercing. His clothing style is definitely more grunge than anything else, though he can clean up nice if he wants to. Has a scar just below the right side of his ribcage from when he got stabbed by a knife in a fight. Has an old scar in his left shoulder where he was shot as a child.
Personality: Tiny asshole man. Okay, just kidding (kind of?). Waylen can definitely be very stubborn and competitive and willful, and will often dig his heels in and refuse to do something out of pure, unadulterated spite. He is kind towards some people, but mainly is a prickly cactus a lot of the time. Has a lot of stage presence, and smiles easily. Also fights easily, though, so I guess it balances out. Can and will hold a grudge for years. Loves music, and will often hum under his breath, or tap out a beat with his fingers. Often writes scraps of songs on whatever he can get his hands on, and his music composition book is full of pasted-in scraps. He smokes when he's anxious/worried/upset.
Strengths: Can and will fight you (is that a strength? Or a weakness??). Good at reading a crowd.
Weaknesses: Needs reading glasses but, being the stubborn ass that he is, refuses to wear them around anyone else. Can and will fight you.
Likes: Warmth. Music, both playing it and listening to it. Exploring/wandering. Cuddling. Sex. Cigarettes. Alcohol. Shakespeare.
Dislikes: Expectations. Gunshots. Being cold. Being lied to. Thunder. Fireworks.
Background: Waylen is the youngest of three, with an older sister and an older brother. He comes from a pretty wealthy family, with very high expectations for their children. Waylen is definitely the wayward son, in this family, and he knows it. His sister is a very successful lawyer, while his brother is well on his way to becoming CEO of a company, while Waylen is barely scraping by, with a "useless" degree in music and the arts. Waylen is technically only a half-sibling to his older siblings. His mother, Marie Grace (she kept her maiden name through all of her marriages) was married first to one man, Connor Townsend, and had two children with him; Hannah and Markus. Connor died in a car accident, and two years later, Marie remarried, this time to a man named Thomas Markham. Waylen was born a year later, and for a while, everything was fine. One summer, though, Hannah and Markus had been sent to live with their paternal grandparents. These grandparents had not invited Waylen along since he wasn't Connor's son; he didn't care. It just meant he got more attention from his parents, now that he didn't have any older siblings around to steal their attention. Thomas Markham, however, had struggled for years with his mental health. Waylen, at five years old, was unaware of this. All he knew was that he loved his father. But this summer, Thomas snapped, threatening Marie with a gun and holding Waylen hostage in the family's penthouse for nearly a week after forcing Marie to leave. When one of the bodyguards tried to get to the little boy, Thomas shot the bodyguard. Thankfully, the man survived, but Waylen had been watching when it happened. Had been watching the whole time. When the police finally managed to get in, Thomas shot wildly, and one of the stray bullets hit Waylen in the shoulder. Ever since then, the sound of gunshots brings back a lot of terrifying memories of that time. Thunder and fireworks sound very similar to gunshots, and so he avoids those too. Thomas committed suicide rather than allow the police to bring him in, shooting himself in the head with the same gun he had been using throughout the week. After that, the family sold the penthouse and moved somewhere else. Waylen has been in therapy since then, as he still has repressed memories from that week that he can't quite remember, and isn't sure he wants to, either. As he got older, he started to get into fights with other kids, much to the anger of his mother. He was at first encouraged in his pursuit of music, since both of his older siblings had done it as a side hobby while pursuing their respective professions. For Waylen, however, this "hobby" soon became his passion and the only thing he pursued, pouring more and more of his time and concentration into it, which led to his grades in other things suffering. He didn't care, though, Marie, his mother, did. She tried everything she could to get him to devote more time and attention to other things. She remarried when he was 10, and this husband never liked Waylen all that much, since Waylen was always so much of a problem child. As a result, this husband, David Arkham, encouraged Marie just to cut him off. When Waylen came out to them as bi, he was told that while some curiosity about other men was perfectly fine and normal, he would not be allowed to engage in a relationship with another man while living under his family's roof. When he told them he was going to go to college for music, they (his mother and David) told him that they would not pay for such a frivolous endeavour. So he moved out and paid his own way through college, and hasn't touched a cent from them since he was 17. Both he, and they, would view it as him surrendering to their expectations, which would mean stifling both his sexuality and his music. He'd rather make barely any money and scrape by than surrender to their expectations. He has little to no contact with anyone in his family, except for Hannah, who occasionally calls to check in on him and make sure he's alright.
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(I hope he's alright?)

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(he's awesome! gimme just a second and my boy will be up ^.^)

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Name: Finn Elijah Guthrie
Age: 24
Gender: Male (He/Him)
Sexuality: Queer
Appearance: He stands at around 5’11, perhaps taller- he hasn't checked very recently. His hair is a fluffy and soft mess, dyed cotton candy pink and blue and parted to the side. His eyes are deep brown, and while he's not quite chubby, he has round features. His curves are a bit ahem curvier than is average for a guy. He's a bit self-conscious about this. He often wears pastel platform boots that make him seem much taller than he is, and given he wears them constantly, it's common for everyone to assume he really is that height. (They put him around 6’4.) Despite how intimidating that height is, he has an extremely unintimidating air about him. His everyday outfit is often a tee of some kind tucked into baggy black trousers. He throws a cardigan over his outfit, or maybe a sweater or hoodie depending on how he's feeling.
Personality: An optimistic, goofball of sunshine, you'd think that Finn would have gotten along with most everyone. And that would be true if it weren't for a few key parts of his personality; he relied on humor in every. Single. Situation. This often left an awkward silence in the conversation, before the topic was abruptly changed. He wasn't (and still isn't) book smart, but he was determined to get high grades. He'd ask an almost astounding amount of questions, and it was exhausting for his classmates. He was eager to learn, and was very much the kid who would remind the teacher about homework. He saw high school as an opportunity to learn, nothing more. Despite having practically no social life, he was always annoyingly bubbly. Now out of school and on his own, it came back to hit him hard; he was an adult now, and he didn't know anybody except his parents and his sister. He developed as a person, but his self esteem isn't doing great, and he sees himself as pitiful and dumb because of how he acted in high school. He hides his cripplingly low self-worth with a smile and stupid jokes.
Strengths: He can take insults and criticisms seemingly without flinching. He's become a master at hiding what he's really feeling, and puts everyone before himself.
Weaknesses: He overworks himself, and wears himself down to nothing, leaving him a heap of bones at the end of the day. Despite this, he still doesn't think he works hard enough. He's extremely self-deprecating.
Likes: Rain, animals, cloudy days where the light shines through the clouds, cats, and horror. (unexpected, i know.)
Dislikes: Insects, tight spaces, the dark, and being babied.
Background: In their highschool years, he was kind of overlooked. He was the kid that sat in the exact middle of every classroom without any fear, and eagerly raised his hand only to give the wrong answer. He never really cared about any of that, though- his moms loved him and his sister very much, and made that clear. They had busy jobs, though, so Finn went through many babysitters over the years and grew up quicker than he would've liked. He seems to maintain a childish outlook on life nowadays, though he's actually learned quite a bit in his years of roaming, as he called it. He's actually quite street smart.
Other: He was unlikeable in the way that bad candy might be so sweet that it makes you sick. When you can practically taste the chemicals and sugar poured onto it. He comes across as fake and a tryhard.

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(yeah lmao. they're going to suffer and it'll be great.)

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(I think we're ready to go- I can start if you'd like?)

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(sorry for the delay!)

In hindsight, he definitely should've seen it coming. As much as he wanted to blame them, part of him said that it was his fault; that maybe he'd not been enough, that he could've done better, made her happy… he was devastated. He was sure that she was going to be the one, that they were in this together. He'd made progress with his issues, he'd opened up. God, he was so embarrassed.

His feet were dragging over the pavement, his suitcase rolling behind him and thumping loudly over the rocks on the sidewalk. All his energy was being put into keeping back the tears welling in his eyes. He really, really didn't want to start crying on the side of the road. He just had to keep it together until he got somewhere private. Then he could cry as much as he wanted.

Finally, after a few more minutes, the motel he'd been looking for came into view. It wasn't exactly fancy, but it would do. At least he'd have a roof over his head while he tried to get back on his feet. He made his way to the door and entered the main office, the small bell above the door frame dinging to indicate his presence. The room was mostly empty; there was the girl behind the counter, and an old man in the corner reading some magazine that Finn couldn't make out. He awkwardly went up to the girl behind the counter. "Could I get a room? P-please?" He cringed as soon as the words left his mouth. The girl nodded. "Forty dollars per night," she said cheerily. Finn nodded, fishing the necessary funds from his pockets and carefully handing it to her. She counted it up, and grinned back up at him. "Alright, give me just a moment to get your room card." She turned and quickly walked into the back room. Finn sighed, leaning on the counter as he waited for her to return. He was trying to look on the bright side of all of this, but God was it hard.

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(that's up to you! i'd assumed that he'd already been there for at least a couple weeks, but you could totally have him check in at the same time.)

@ElderGod-Icefire

(alright!)

Waylen had checked into this shitty motel a week or so ago, and currently was lounging in his room, quietly picking at his guitar and humming under his breath. He had specifically requested for a room far enough away from anyone else that his playing wouldn't bother anyone, though he made an effort to be quiet. He currently wore a old t-shirt and ripped jeans, but no shoes. He was seated crosslegged on the bed,dark hair hanging over his face. He hadn't shaved in a while, and stubble dotted his jaw.

He kept playing, more plucking than strumming, still humming to himself. In front of him was an old, beat up notebook that held many of his songs, though he wasn't using it right now. Right now he was just humming and playing. He had had a gig, but it had fallen through and now he was in this motel. He didn't love it here, but he didn't have anywhere else to go back to. So stay here he would.

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The young girl returned in less than a minute, sliding a room card across the counter. Finn immediately took it and went for the door. "Enjoy your stay!" The girl called behind him, and he nodded half-heartedly in response. Once outside, he scanned the card; room nine. Looking up at the motel, the two floors seemed to be organized with ten rooms on top, and ten under them. Looking over the rooms and the gold-colored numbers next to each of the doors, he quickly located room nine as the one second furthest to the left on the bottom floor. He quickly strode over to the front door, shoving the card into the slot. As he stood there, he faintly recognized the sound of a guitar next door. He shrugged it off, entering the small bedroom and quickly closing the door behind him.

He dropped his suitcase handle and left the bag near the door, making a beeline for the bed. He dropped onto the blankets with a soft thud, burying his face in the pillows. If anything, it was nice to be off the streets, and it was definitely nice to be off the plane. Finally somewhere quiet, comfy, and warm, he let himself unwind. The tears that had been brimming in his eyes spilled down his face and onto the pillows, which did barely anything to quiet his sobs.