so im rebooting a rp that failed because i love this character.
rules
- at least three sentences pls. you can do two if you're just responding to move it along.
- try to be creative? tell me about your character thru rp if you get what i mean.
- i have the right to end the rp or reject you but we been knew that
- i would like an example of your roleplaying also
- if i hear even a whisper of bigotry you're cancelled
- everything is gay here. that's the rule, with a few healthy exceptions. it depends on the character.
alright have fun go wild here's the character Invalid Character
(I saw weed and I immediately thought of my character Vicente)
(is that an offer, mi amigo?)
(si but I would have to do it tomorrow)
(can I make a short template for my character? Or if you'tr doing it that's okay too :))
((okii :))
Name: Vicente Rubio
Age: 100 years old (though he Turned when he was 16)
Sexuality: Bi
Appearance: Curly, long brown hair, light brown eyes and pale skin. His lips are always a faded blue and he always wears casual clothes (no matter the occasion).
Personality: Vicente can't commit to one relationship no matter how hard he tries. Even if the person he was dating was with him, he's always visibly lusting after others. He's pretty chill, always relaxed (he's a druggie) and rarely ever gets mad.
Race: Vampire, Human (former)
Brief Background: He was born in the twentieth century. One day he was walking around with his siblings and mother when a hoard of vampires attacked them; they all fled and left him to be eaten alive. He uses drugs, girls, and guys to cope with his trauma.
((isaac is 16 so im gonna go ahead an say can vincente look 16 for this rp? otherwise, this will be fun lmao))
((I forgot he was 16 XDD i'm gonna change it)
((nice. do you want me to start?))
isaac stood at his locker, listening to zen rambling about some girl. it was the day back to school after spring break, and apparently zen had met someone and "hit it off", so to speak.
isaac honestly hated everything about what was going on, but kept quiet. if zen would basically carry him back to their dorm after they snuck out to smoke, isaac could listen to him ramble about his girlfriend of the week.
Vicente strolled through the halls, gliding his fingers across the blue lockers every once in a while as he whistled a lullaby his mother use to sing to him as a child. His plaid shirt was one size too small, making it a bit hard for him to breathe.
He ogled at almost every girl who passed by, biting his lip when he spotted the cheerleader he spent the night with. Though she ignored him, he didn't really care, instead he continued to whistle.
zen stopped talking suddenly. isaac looked up at him in question, only to find he was staring sullenly out at the hall.
"there he is."
"who?"
"the man-whore who stole my title as hottest guy."
"zen… you're not actually mad, are you?" isaac shut his locker, jutting out a hip and raising his eyebrows.
"of course not, but i'd love to make him mad. here, get under, the whole school knows you're the national crazy ass eye candy. let's see how he takes this." zen lifted an arm, to which isaac settled himself at zen's hip. (much in the trophy wife fashion.)
Vicente's arm dropped to his side, as though it was too heavy to hold up. He stopped in front of two boys, one of them he towered over easily at six feet. He leered at him-the smaller one, his lips curling into a smirk. "Hello there," he didn't really care for the guy holding him. Boyfriend or not, it didn't really change the fact that he was interested.
isaac immediately leaned back, away from vicente. zen tightened his grip in faux-worry.
"well hi there, ya spooky fuck." zen piped up, tugging isaac closer to him. "what's got you loomin'?"
He glanced at the other boy, then ignored him before continuing to try to pursue him. Its been hours, hours too many since he's last slept with anyone. "I'm Vicente. What's your name, sweetheart?"
"bell." isaac answered stiffly, glancing up at zen before shaking his arm off. zen looked hurt for a moment, but then realized that this might be even funnier.
people were usually surprised by isaac's lack of social skills, and zen was anxious to see if this one went any different.
Vicente began digging for a slip that had his number in the back of his pocket, though it wasn't the only one. "Bell. Nice to meet you," he handed him one, not really minding the few other slips that fell on the ground.
"i'm sure it doesn't go both ways. no thanks on the number." isaac tucked himself back up against zen, who threw an arm around his waist in return.
zen looked smugly at vicente, until he was interrupted by isaac.
"so, are we not mentioning the fact there are several slips of paper that fell out of your pocket. how many people are you gonna try and bed today?"
"The more, the merrier," he gave him a wink before bending down to pick the pieces of paper. "You know," he shoved them into his pocket while his attention shifted to the boy holding him. "I'd invite you if you weren't such a prick."
zen opened his mouth to respond, but isaac gave vicente a venomous look.
"he's been more hospitable to you than i have, actually, and you're calling him a prick because you think i'm cute. take your number and shove it up your ass, colgate."
he bumped his glasses up on his nose.
"good luck fucking some cheerleader who thinks that sleeping with a man-whore is social validation. make sure she tickles your ego, cunt." he separated from zen to grab his hand, yanking him along to their first class.
He stood there, trying to piece together what just happened.
Rejection.
No, that word was in no one's vocabulary when it came to him. Vicente was a living god; people worshiped, kissed the ground he walked on-there was no way he rejected him. Maybe…maybe it was that boyfriend of his who made him so nervous, the prick. Maybe he wanted to take that slip from him but didn't want to look bad.
It wasn't the first time he met people like that. One moment they're hurling the most hurtful insults at him, then making out with him inside his apartment the next.
He sat there and waited until the bell rung, vaping in the meantime.
isaac sat down in their next class with a huff, crossing his arms over his chest. zen slowly sat next to him.
"bell, what the fuck was that?"
"he called you a prick."
"i am a prick."
isaac flipped his glasses up on his head to glare at zen. "yeah, well you didn't do anything to him. did you see the look on his face?"
"yeah."
"good." he took the glasses back down, staring straight ahead.
