forum Give Your Heart a Break //OxO, CLOSED//

Started March 09, 2020 by @PrettyLittlePyro

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The day I first met you
You told me you'd never fall in love
But now that I get you
I know fear is what it really was
Now here we are,
So close yet so far.
Haven't I passed the test?
When will you realize,
Baby, I'm not like the rest?

College is difficult, as anyone can tell you. Not only is it tiring, and the assignments hard, and the classes as well, but people are desperate for relationships. Girls are looking for a husband, and guys are looking for a lover. Everyone wants something of someone, but it is often hard to find the right person.

Don't wanna break your heart
Wanna give your heart a break
I know you're scared it's wrong
Like you might make a mistake
There's just one life to live
And there's no time to wait, to waste
So let me give your heart a break, your heart a break
Let me give your heart a break, your heart a break
Oh yeah, yeah

But not everyone is looking for a relationship. Some people have been broken, broken by something they couldn't control. They have no desire to have their heart broken again. They don't want anyone. They just want everyone to stop trying to get hooked up with them.

Sunday you went home alone
There were tears in your eyes
I called your cell phone, my love
But you did not reply
The world is ours. If we want it,
We can take it if you just take my hand.
There's no turning back now.
Baby, try to understand

But some people are trying to change their minds. They want to love the broken people. But it isn't easy, with how the others are acting. But if you've been broken the same way, you know how the others feel. You want to love them, really love them, not just get a fuck-buddy.

The day I first met you
You told me you'd never fall in love

But you are determined to change their mind. You want to love them.

And you want them to love you.

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Rules:

• Try not to let this die. I know that life is annoying, but I worked hard to make this, and I really want it to stay alive.
• Cursing is allowed, and welcomed. I curse a lot, and so expect that.
• I am perfectly okay with smut and lemons, but in case there are stalkers on this roleplay, I want to take it to the pms.
• Take the plot wherever you want. You're a part of this roleplay, too, and I want you to enjoy it.
• One liners are fine. I understand if you're lazy. So am I.
• I need you to have decent grammar, please. I'm not a Grammar Nazi, but I do want to be able to understand your response.
• And finally, I need a sample of your writing. I don't care how good you are at writing, I just want a sample for myself.

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I have a new character I would like to try out for the heartbroken if that's alright!

Name: Bee (Beatriz, but if you call her that you’ll have a finger broken and most likely chopped clean off)
Age: 21
Gender: female
Sexuality: bisexual with a slight preference towards girl, but that doesn’t really matter in this lol
Nationality: Russian American

Appearance:
tallish at 5 11 with a piercing mean stare of crazy green eyes. More of a slim body but she has her ways of making her look more curvy. She doesn’t want to though a lot of times.
More a slim face and shes almost always wearing black lipstick. A septum piercing on her nose (of course) and slitted darker eyebrows though shes naturally blonde. Shes dyed it a few times but its never stuck as shes kinda broke lol.
Clothing Style: Her usual style is ripped jeans or camouflage sweats, a flannel around her waist and either a marvel t shirt tuck into her high waisted jeans that make her hips show more, or a tank top with her sweats. Dog tags around her neck and a ring on her middle finger. Small, but noticeable when she flips you off ;)
Normally a backwards hat with the “f*ck you” on it in big letters. She has them in multiple colors. Don’t question her unless you want your fingers broken though
Usually Wears: same thing as up above

Personality:
Shes a cocky bastard.
Most people call her “the B*tch” why? Well because she is. Shes not nice unless you catch her on a really nice day. She wont hesitate slitting someone’s throat but also she wont resist flirting and kissing you just to fluster you. Why? Just because she wanted to.
If your rude shes going to be rude back. If your nice, you have a better chance of living then all of the other people. Let’s just say that lol.
Shes really smart, catching onto peoples actions and hints quickly as shes very perceptive. A good planner when she wants to, which is almost never. She doesn’t do anything for anyone unless it benefits her and shes not afraid to push a child to the cement if they annoy her. Shell flip their mother off as they yell at her while she blows a bubble in her face, rolling her eyes.
Shes a butthead…

Likes: Secretly loves flowers. Doodling, getting people pissed off, cussing and birds.
Dislikes: stereotypes and old people. Dogs and black coffee.
Strengths: hand to hand combat as she basically grew up on the streets. She has an incredible aim with a gun too.
Weaknesses: Shes pretty ticklish lol.
Its pretty hard to hurt her feelings, but once you do its pretty bad. She gets more angry than sad and shes a really aggressive and defensive person. Shes knew so not very developed, sorry.

Major: Graphic design or some biz like that lol
Year: Sophomore
Job: She works at a coffee shop right on campus

Also, here’s her character profile. Please dont judge the drawing too much, i drew it 😅

Okie dokie! Take your time!

Name: Fenrir "Ferris" Hunt
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Nationality: American

Appearance: Ferris is very handsome. His very appearance can make ladies swoon, and just by walking into the room, he's the center of attention. He has high cheekbones, and a perfectly formed face, as if it was made by a sculptor. He can look like an ice prince, or a sun prince, all depending upon his expression. He has silver-gray eyes, more like a mirror than anything else, penetrating and reflecting. His skin is very pale, but not sickly, in a way that suits him. He has messy, yet perfect thick black hair, although the very tips of it are a silvery-color, from when he dyed it silver with his sisters. He is tall, about 6 foot, and muscular. He is built like a diver, slender and yet fit. He has a very well-toned body, and perfect teeth and skin. He always smells faintly of mist and rain. He has a slight imperfection of a few silvery, faint freckles on his nose and face, but it is rarely visible, and only makes him look better. He has a tattoo of a dragon on his chest. He gives off an aura of warmth and welcoming, but also caution and wariness.
Clothing Style: He always wears black. Well, maybe not always, but he wears dark clothing. He will wear anything from a fancy suit to a t-shirt and sweatpants. When he swims, though, he always wears a shirt and swim trunks, because he doesn't like to be bare-chested, for some reason.
Usually Wears: Black jeans and a gray T-shirt, usually. Sometimes with a hoodie or a hoodless jacket, and tennis shoes.

Personality: Despite his cold appearance, Ferris is very outgoing. He loves to make friends, and is very good at it. He is funny and well-mannered, and always knows the right thing to say to make people feel comfortable. He is polite to a fault, and never speaks his own emotions. He is a very good listener, and can offer great advice. He is sweet and kind, and incredibly playful. He is very mischievous, and when around his friends, his darker side comes out. He is very good at holding his temper, but when he does get mad, he gets silent and brooding, which is almost scarier than yelling. He is protective to a fault. He hates it when people are suffering, and always tries to help and comfort them.
Likes: People, sleeping, night time, stargazing, playing with children, learning about medicine, helping people, alone time, coffee in the morning, rainfall, sunrises, peace and quiet, music
Dislikes: Going anywhere without a shirt, caring about his appearance, when friends are depressed, going to class, going without coffee in the mornings, feeling helpless
Strengths: He grew up fighting and dancing, so he is very graceful. He's good at offering good advice, and incredibly smart. He's clever and quick-witted, and good in a fight, and he's good at making people feel better.
Weaknesses: He tries to help everyone. He tries to make everyone happy, to please them, and spends so much time with them that he never has time for himself, and he never has a break.

Major: Medicine
Year: Junior
Job: Works as desk person at a local fitness place, and volunteers sometimes with some kids at a nearby martial arts training facility

Oh I love him! XD
we ready to start?

Yup! Do you want me to start, or do you want to?

Could you? Since it's your role-play you can decide the time and where everyone and everything is right now, kind of set the mood?
(plus I'm low-key busy. Too busy to write something very long and detailed)

Ferris strolled through the campus grounds, hands deep in his jeans pockets. It was night, and the stars were out, glimmering in the sky like little glowing diamonds. The place was completely silent, and except for the distant noise of cars driving around a road a few miles away, and the faint call of a night bird, all was silent and still. It wouldn't remain this way for long, though, he knew. It was a week and a half before school started, and there was almost no one at the school right now. He had come early, not being able to bear the painful favoritism his parents showed his younger sister, Victory.

He smiled wryly. Fenrir, Tarantella, Victory. His parents had interesting names to name their children. A creature from myths, a type of dance, and a win.

He loved his sisters, make no mistake, especially Taran. Taran was his sister, younger than him by two years. She was always his best friend, his playmate, his closest friend and most trusted partner in crime. They loved hanging out with each other. But she was now in a college, starting in her Sophomore year, halfway across the globe. His father was the CEO of a large company, and had offered to make Ferris his successor. But Ferris had refused. He wanted to live in peace, away from the shadow of his father. He wanted to make a name for himself. So Taran was the successor now. Vicky was cool, too, when their parents were around. But, being only 12, the child of their parents' old age, she was naturally the favorite.

And it annoyed him.

Pulling his hands from his pockets and moving back toward his dorm, he sighed. He should really get to bed. It was late, and he needed to rest before all the chaos came in the form of other college students.

Beatriz on the other hand, had no place to stay, so she had moved in a little bit early.
Kicked out by her dad after her mom killed herself… Well it wasn't the best thing to happen to her. That was for sure.
Now with her hand shoved deep in the pocket of her jecket, the other holding a cigarette close to her lips as she let the burning smoke escape her lungs only to inhale more, she walked around the campus with nothing else to really do.
So with every step, her long blonde hair falling along her back and dancing across it over her leather jacket, the girl stepped on every crack in the sidewalk she saw as she looked up at the sky.
Though catching a glimpse of a tall dark and assumingly handsome man walking around the campus. Stopping, she let out a high cat call whistle with a wave. She was bored, tired and feeling mischevious as usual. Hopefully she could get some kicks from him. If not she'd leave him be. No harm done?
But she was stubborn

Ferris looked up at the sound of a whistle, and when he saw the silhouette of a girl, smoking a cigarette, standing by a building, he sighed. It was Beatriz. The girl whom every guy wanted and hated. They all thought she was some low-slinging whore, and, from what Ferris could tell, the reports were true. No one knew her last name. She hadn't told anyone. She had created the image of a stone-cold bitch, even though it was only her sophomore year.

Ferris really wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone right now, but, ever the gentleman, he plastered a smile on his face and walked in her direction. "Hey, Beatriz," he said.

He had gotten the nickname "Ferris" for a reason. After the amusement park ride, of course, gentle and fun and child-friendly. Or, at least, that was what Taran teased him about.

She stopped when she heard the rather familiar voice, her black lips curving up to a sly smirk as she cocked her hip to the side.
"Ferris" her voice purred as she made her way towards the tall man. "didn't expect to see you out here, but I'm not surprised." she crossed her arms, her green eyes beaming at him in a rather challenging demeanor.
She wasn't a social butterfly, but not far from it. She liked testing people, getting on their nerves and pushing every button she could find.
No, she hadn't gotten a nickname like Ferris. Or one that she's heard anyway. She was sure they had all sorts of vulgar, mean names for her all around campus.
She let out a deep breath, watching the smoke float up before she turned her gaze back to him.
"watchya doin out here anyway pretty boy?"

"Going for a walk," he said, doing his best to sound polite, but really, he wasn't in the mood to talk to her. "What does it look like?" He tilted his head. "What are you doing out here? Needing a smoke without anyone bothering you?" He gave her a half smile.

"bull's-eye" she winked at him, breathing in another huff of smoke, the end of the cigarette glowing as she did.
"and anyway, they don't allow smoking in the building. As you know" she stepped up to him. "so what gives. All by yourself? What, did your girlfriend dump you of somethin?" she smirked