The cliche bad boy meets good girl. Lots of drama and cliche moments. Can be either in high school or college. I'll be either the guy or girl, idc.
Rules:
Form:
Name:
Age:
Grade:
Occupation:
Appearance:
Personality:
Background:
Other:
May I?
Of course
Thx!
np
Btw, can I be the girl?
Yeah, that's fine. High school or college setting?
And how do you want them to be introduced?
Maybe High school and they could be paired together for a project? Idk
okay
Name: Yesim Seawood
Age: 17 (Bc she skipped a grade and her birthday is pretty late, it's in May)
Grade: 12
Occupation: Barista and Librarian
Appearance:
Height: 5’11
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
General Features: She is noticeably tall for her age and gender, her legs being the main contribution to this height compared to her torso. She has a strong facial structure with a rounded head and rounded button-like nose. She also has glasses, she doesn't necessarily need them to be able to see but, they do indeed help. She also has a tattoo on the back of her neck which is a small growing tree, it's roots move down her neck and onto her shoulders.
(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/427615350125887499/482744320944766997/image0.jpg)
Personality: Yesim is a pacifist and doesn't enjoy conflict. She is nice but, she tends to keep to herself and do things out on her own. Incredible memory, knows almost every plant species there is unless it's magical. She taps her fingers if she's bored without even thinking about it.
Background: You'll see
Other: I'm terrible at making characters
(Is she okay?)
(Yeah she's fine. I also hope you don't get offended if my character makes fun of her name at first, cause you know, he's an asshole)
(Lol no it's perfectly fine)
(Okay)
Name: Ajax Patterson
Age: Eighteen
Grade: 12
Occupation: Does illegal fighting count?
Appearance: about 6'2, piercing blue eyes, black hair, one pierced ear, strong jawbone, athletic, several tattoos adorning his body along with scars, though he doesn't talk about either
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Personality: Ajax, to put it lightly, is a jackass. He does what he wants, when he wants, and he doesn't particularly care who he hurts in the process. He's not a monster, purposely hurting people, he just generally doesn't care about anyone except his mother and sister. He sleeps with girls occasionally but he doesn't treat them horribly, or at least, he doesn't think he does. It's one night and then it's over, he makes sure they know before he even touches them. While he has his bad boy, mysterious loner persona, he is actually brilliant. He breezed through his classes with little problem. The only reason he ever fails a class is because he doesn't want to do the work. Late at night, he goes to his fight club, not that his mother or anyone else knows. That's how he's able to afford for what he has and help his mother pay bills.
Background: He doesn't talk about it with anyone
Other: He's allergic to cats
(I love him!)
(Thanks)
(Np! do you wanna start?)
(Sure, give me a little bit to write a starter)
(Oki then)
Ajax cut the engine of his motorcycle. He was terribly late for class, not that he cared. He had spent the early hour of the morning nursing his wounds then passed out after that. Just because he won the fight doesn't mean he was able to avoid all injury, the other guy was just worse. His eye was still throbbing, a bruise just beginning to form. His knuckles were completely busted. He had wrapped them in some gauze to staunch the bleeding. He was thankful his next fight wasn't scheduled until the weekend, giving him time to recuperate. He unbuckled his helmet and put it in the compartment. He ran his hand through his hair, thoroughly screwing it up, but it was better than helmet hair. He straightened his leather jacket and grabbed his bag before walking into the building he called hell. He didn't understand why he had to go, he would fine with taking online classes. But his mother told over and over again that it was good for him to be with other teens his age, that socializing was good for him. He could socialize, he just hated everyone at school. They were all too uptight for him. They just needed to let loose. Ajax considered taking a smoke but he really couldn't afford to get caught smoking on campus grounds again so he decided against it. He walked into the school building, his boots scuffing the floors. He walked into the office where the administrator was already waiting with his tardy pass extended to him. He took it and made his way to class, English. He particularly hated that class. the teacher, Mrs. Baker, refused to let him sit in the back with his headphones in and work on assignments. No, she was all about being in groups and working together and he hated every second of it. Ajax opened the door, placing the tardy slip on the teacher's desk, then made his way to his seat. "Look who decided to grace us with his presence," Mrs. Baker said. He acknowledged her with a nod of his head before dropping his bag to the floor and all too gracefully plopping down in his seat. "As I have just gotten done telling the class, we're doing a project instead of a midterm. For the project, you will be using one of the books we have read this semester and coming up with your own interpretation of it. You will be using examples and quotes from the book of your choice. You may present it any way that you wish. The official rubric is on Blackboard. This project will be due when you would have your midterm, so you'll have exactly four weeks from tomorrow." Mrs. Baker started to head back to her desk, "Oh, and since you decided to be late, your partner will be chosen for you. So you and Yesim better get started." It was in that moment that Ajax considered leaping forward and strangling his teacher.
Yesim looked up when she heard her name and sighed annoyingly. Mrs. Baker had normally let her work by herself on projects so she thought the same would happen again but apparently not. She considered strangling the teacher for pairing her up with Ajax. Hell she would have rather done the project with a random stranger on the street. Should I make a run for it? Probably not, that would be stupid. She muttered something under her breath as she stood up and walked over to Ajax. I just want to get this over this. She thought as she sat down at his table. "Hey."
Ajax didn't look up from his phone. "Yep," he said boredly. He put in his headphones to cancel out the annoying sounds of his fellow classmates. He left one off so he could hear the female in front of him, not that he wanted too. He just wanted to get through class without being yelled at. He really didn't want to do this project but he didn't exactly have a choice. He would just wait for Yesim, a weird fucking name that sounded like yes ma'am, to tell him what to do so he could go off and do it on his own time. That way he wouldn't have to collaborate. He hated talking to people outside of his zone. He only talked to people like him, and no one else. Just another reason to hate school.
I didn't even ask him a question and he said yep….I'm so confused. Whatever, I just want to get this over with. "How do you want to present it?" Yesim asked. She just needed Ajax to answer a few questions then she'll just give him a script that both of them could follow and they would both get good grades. She took out her phone when she felt it vibrate and read the text. It was her friend asking her who she had been partnered up with since her friend also had Mrs. Baker. Ajax, he isn't even listening to me. Also, can you kill me after school? I don't think I'm going to survive this project. She replied then shut her phone before looking around, not sure what to do.
(That's a big mood)
"Don't care," He said monotonously. He just wanted to go home and sleep, then wake up and eat, then go into a food coma. Maybe watch a little bit a TV in between there. All he knew was that he definitely didn't want to be at school and that his eye was fucking killing him. He should have iced it longer. Maybe that would have helped with the pain. Or he should have just stayed home, he really should have. But his mother would beat him if he missed another day of school. And he was more terrified of her when she was angry than anything else.