( Two people, having the worst night of their life, meet up a a bar, though they're both just here for a drink. What will spring from their meeting? Little did they know they would eventually heal their pasts, and fall in love. )
( Hey writer, it's Sorrel again. If you'd like to join this roleplay, just drop a description of your character below, and remember to follow these rules! Thanks for reading! )
- Language is accepted. Please don't get extreme with it.
- Fluff/Lime stuff is alright. If it even gets anywhere near a lemon, draw it into the inbox, thanks.
- No one-liners. Period. Please write at least three lines.
Of course! Describe your character, and we'll jump right in!
( Also, hot dang, I love Tenya )
(Tenya is a sweet bean. Let me get home and on a computer and I'll put a character up.)
Alright! Here's my bean!
Adagio Sato
He's super sweet and rather very innocent about a lot of things. He's been through a lot, but he doesn't really acknowledge it. He pushes it into the back of his mind. He's a little ditsy, but lovable all the same. He's really hard to anger, in fact he'll apologize for pretty much everything, even if it isn't his fault. He's deaf without the help of his hearing aids, and he was born deaf. He was relentlessly teased when he was younger which caused him to have body issues, lack of confidence, he flinches at everything, severe anxiety as well as separation anxiety. He has PTSD, anorexia, depression as well as a few others. He's very kind to those around him despite all of those issues and will listen to everyone around him. He's a bit of a pushover.
Adagio likes to dress in more pastel outfits with longer sleeves that are baggy around his frame. He wears skinny jeans most of the time, as well as vans. He loves beanies and will steal peoples hoodies. He has big, round thin-wired glasses. Adagio has strawberry blonde hair with a more reddish tint. It's fluffy and curls everywhere. He has freckles all over his body, down his arms, down his shoulders, back, chest, everywhere. He's very pale since he rarely goes outside. He loves rings and necklaces to wear, he paints his nails despite people telling him not to. His eyes are a bright, ocean blue heavily lashed and wide with curiosity. He has a rather thin and bony frame, since he doesn't eat and is just barely getting over his anorexia. He's about 5'6 in height, and is okay with that.
His history is twisted and sad, but he tries to keep his chin up. He has a small Japanese Spitz, Glitch. Glitch is his therapy dog.
( Honestly he's perfect, like oh gosh he's an angel-! )
( Mind if I link my boy? )
( Invalid Character )
( Additions for this Roleplay : Dashan, though great at getting dates, wishes he just had someone that understood him, would ride or die forever. He's really upset because he hurt a lot of people during his middle-school years, but feel strapped in the 'bad-guy's' body, as if he's supposed to be mean. )
( Thanks! I'll start, then! )
Dashan stepped into the bar, Fireworks, for what seemed to be the hundredth time. He looked around at all the people, those who all had their own crises to attend to. He didn't care, why would he care about them? He sat down at one of the empty counter-stools, and laid his head on folded arms. "What'll it be, sir?" One bartender asked him. "I don't care what the Hell it is, make it strong enough to drown my problems." He grumbled. He closed his eyes, then, mindlessly ignoring whatever the bartender's reply was.
Adagio was sitting there, looking absolutely miserable. He stared at his empty glass, eyes puffy with tears. He wasn't sure how to feel anymore. He felt numb for the most part, not wanting to deal with things like this anymore. He had recently gotten out of an abusive relationship, but to him it was fine. He was happy… Most of the time… Okay maybe none of the time. He motioned for another drink, looking up when a man sat close by.
Dashan felt something like a stare beating down on him. Was someone else observing him, too? He turned to their respective direction, and noticed them. It was a guy, who looked like he'd been crying a lot. "Dude, why are you crying?" He asked, with an agitated tone. He kind-of glared at the person.
( Oh my gosh Dashan why- )
Adagio winced when the other acknowledged him. He looked down in embarrassment. "S-sorry…" He mumbles. He shook his head when the other asked him what was going on, the agitation and annoyance making him want to hide even more. He brushed some hair from his face, revealing his hearing aid for a split second. He focuses o. His empty glass, not wanting to anger the person next to him. His body hurt enough already.
Dashan's eyes went from agitation to some form of cold, caring expression. "Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause you harm." He muttered. "See, I hate myself right now, and I took it out on you. For that, I'm sorry." He rambled, kind of embarrassed by himself.
He looked up nervously before shaking his head. "Sorry…" He mumbles quietly. "For staring…" He looks down and runs his thumb along the rim of his glass. He puts his head on the bar and inhaled slowly. He knew he probably shouldn't be drinking. But he needed to get rid of his feelings. He looked exhausted, and if you looked at his neck carefully there appeared to be bruises of what appeared to be a hand.
Dashan took a huge swig of the drink that ended up slid into his hands. Oh, that felt good to him, almost heavenly. He kind of brought a hand to the guy's head, moving his hair to the side. "Staring is okay, everything's okay with me, dude. I just want to know what brought you here." He said. He tried to lighten his tone up, and make it seem more sweet. It sounded like that, but as if it was forced.
( If I leave, I'll be returning Tuesday. School break things and I won't be able to return this weekend. )
He flinched a little bit when the other raised his hand, but eased when he saw the other wasn't going to hurt him. He smiled weakly before looking down at his glass. "I got dumped… He didn't want me anymore…" He mumbles shyly. He could tell the sweet voice was forced but he didn't want to anger the other anymore then he already had.
( Back! Thanks for your patience <3 )
"Dumped, oh well. It must be awful, you really don't deserve that. No one really deserves that." Dashan muttered. He felt the pain that the other displayed, and it hurt him, in all reality. "But you know, they must have sucked. I can't believe they let you go." He scowled. "You're amazing!" He said. He didn't even know the other, but being bright always helps people.
(I apologize for my absence. My mental health wasn't in the best place.)
