So it's actually going to be STRAIGHT for once I know wow
I'll be the girl for this (I needed something to develop my gurl Stella)
It's set in a modern-day metropolis somewhere, with a lot of rain and fog - San Francisco maybe? Anyway, a girl named Stella is basically just trying to hold her terrible life together - between a job at a nail salon, and her addiction to smoking, and her low education and street smarts, she's just trying to live. Until someone comes along and helps her.
This is set before Stella gets adopted into my universe's giant, non-biological family, if some of you were wondering.
Of course! Let me set up a template.
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Usual Outfit:
Personality (Or Develop):
Powers Or Oddities (If Any):
Other:
Name: Stella Atlas
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: Daaaark brown hair usually in a bun, dark brown eyes and fair-ish skin with dark brown to black freckles scattered along her body. Always smells like cigarette smoke. Harsh facial features, and is on the taller and weaker side, although one wouldn't know unless they measured her.
Usual Outfit: Stella is usually wearing black velvet, black, maroon, or gold things. Think leather skirts, black leggings, gold high tops, maroon scrunchie, etc.
Personality (Or Develop): Stella is sort of the Eddie of the group. She's trashy, spirit animal of a raccoon, low-budget, smokes a lot, drinks sometimes, works at a nail salon, and because of all this she can be harsh, quick to judge, irrational, pessimistic, defensive, and quick to yell and argue, even sometimes to physically fight. However, when she has something she cares about, she is not about to let free real estate take it away. She can be glorious, strong, dedicated, loyal, soothing, inspirational, cooperative (a little), thought-out (kinda), hopeful, protective, and the first to volunteer. Will develop from there.
Powers or Oddities (If Any): Kind of. Stella can bring back atoms that were close to each other during the Big Bang. Let me explain. So, pairs or groups of atoms that were close to each other during the Big Bang have naturally drifted apart across the universe. Stella can bring them back together. It's a weird power, and she thinks it's something like telekinesis, bringing certain things together, except for when they collide again, it creates a prolectron blast of energy. Science, wow.
Other: Smokes a lot, and has been known to down a lot of vodka. Likes rain and dark things. Kind of gothic.
Name: Nick Blackraven
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi
Appearance:
skin tone - medium
Hairstyle and color - blood red with short curly hair
Eye color - bright blue
Usual Outfit: Jeanes and a black shirt with a glasses necklace from his mother
Personality (Or Develop): Develops
Powers Or Oddities (If Any): none
Other: none
(Sad it can't be gay but I need to practice my role-playing skills also I was doing gym sorry is he okay?)
(yeah! he sounds interesting for Stella. let me type up a starter.)
Stella flicked her dead cigarette into a trash can as she walked, huffing in annoyance as she pushed through the crowds. She needed to get to her apartment, and rush hour was not helping.
"You know you shouldn't throw them in the trash can there's an ashtray for a reason, " he smirked lighting his own cigarette. "Your quite pretty what's your name," he said while exhaling the smoke out of his body.
"Stella," She said on instinct, turning around in annoyance. "And a girl who has places to be."
"Oh yeah?" he turned her around a lifted up her chin, "And what places would those be an apartment because it's pretty late and if you hear that means you don't have right?"
She batted his hand away and made to leave. "Yes, an apartment. You still haven't told me your name."
he perked up "SOrry. My name is Nick please to meet you what do you say we go out for a drink. You look like you could really use one." he held out his hand
Stella stared at it for a couple moments before rolling her eyes and fishing a piece of paper out of her pocket, handing it to him. It was her number, and she usually didn't give it out to strangers, but she wouldn't pass up an attractive guy who liked her.
He whistled, "mmhmm. Thank you, pretty lady, ~" he smirked. "I'll call you sometime okay~?"
"Whatever…Nick," She finished, putting her bag back over her shoulder and continuing to push her way through the crowd.
I think I'm in love he grabbed her arm before she could get any farther, "You never answered my question drink with me or not?"
"Fine. Fine," She decided, shaking his arm off. He is pretty cute.
YES! He smiled and starts walking to the bar across the street, "So where do you work missy?"
"At a nail salon. Don't call me missy," Stella responded. She may be going on a date with him, but she still wasn't sure she liked him.
He chuckled Feisty one huh? "A nail salon huh. Well, I'm the CEO of a company he winked as he walked into the bar. "Heyyyy John can I get a martini? What would you like young lady?" he asked kissing her hand.
"Vodka, please," She said, sitting herself up on a stool.
"Coming right up!" he sat down on the stool and leaned his head on his hand, "Soo~ Why is a beautiful girl like you out on the streets smoking what are you so stressed about hun?"
"Lots of things," She said, turning to him. "Why were you smoking?"
"Been an old habit of mine what are some of the things your stressed about?"
"Life in general," She answered.
"Same here with all the shit that happened at the company it's been hard for me to walk the streets and not be seen." he chuckled to himself, "It feels like your problems are greater than mind huh?" John handed them their drink. He held up his drink, "Cheers?"
