@Oakley-is-Oaken-Bull come hither my fren!!
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Warning!!
Deals with dark themes. TW for mention of self-harm and suicide
Little bit of a different rp, since there SO many romance ones, (which is fine!), and tbh I want something new.
…I hope I'm not the only one here who would die for the "grizzled old traumatized character ends up adopting the young ray of starshine" trope. Joel and Ellie from the first Last of Us, anyone?
As usual, when starting these more out-there ideas, I have no idea if I'll be getting any interest or not, but hey, worth a shot
NOW.
in my own version of this, there are several options we could traverse.
Since I call being old trauma-man, your character can be any age under this sun (except anything past teens. 19's stretching it). Like, we could meet when your character's a baby. Or when they're 17. Or anywhere in between. My preference is a little older, since it's gonna hurt my little heart if I have to write about an old man being mean to a young child because he's fighting his own fatherly instincts.
But, up to you!
Also, my character is not going to be an oc of mine, I'm stealing him from the Doom world, but whatever, I love him regardless. Just lettin ya know.
Rules:
First come first serve
I may ask for a writing example if we haven't rp'd before
This may die incredibly suddenly, hence why it's being hearkened as a one-shot.
May contain some pretty dark themes
Do not be rude please
andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s
If you have any complaints, do not hesitate to bring them to me!
I may change or update these at any time
You don't have to reply super speedy, but please let two days be the limit, unless you let us know beforehand.
Please have good grammar. Thank-you. Occasional slip ups are fine, of course
Swearing is fine, and allowed, just don't go too overboard
No god modding
Please keep your replies a little longer. Doesn't have to be more than 3 lines, but wherever you can, try to stay above 1.
Character sheet:
Will post if I get any interest.
(if you don't get anyone else, I'm 100% joinging >w< ((Quick Q, would you wanna be the kiddo or Grumples McRumples? xDD)))
(kiddo lksdfkls)
(and ofc, i was hoping you'd join!!)
(ffffff okay I'm in xDD Let's do this! literally gonna re-use the same charac bc I love)
I'm so hyped to rp with you again, holy cow :D
lmao that's okay
yissssssss
i love this prompt you came up with ljksfljksd
ohno i forgot about our other rp i swear ill get around to it… someday!! ljksfljklkjdsflkjsd
Awww, ty! :D I've been wanting something more dark for a while, I;m glad I decided to do it! ^^
haha it's okay!!! no pressure at all!!! xD
Do we wanna reuse the same chara template, or?
okay aha
and sure!!
lkjsflk could you go retrieve it?
Her're go!
Character's name:
Character's age: (no older than 19)
Gender:
Personality:
Physical Description:
Brief Backstory:
Other:
Mine:
Character's name: Arlath
Character's age: 38
Gender: male
Personality: Arlath is kind, if subdued. He doesn't talk too much, and seems distant. He'll be friendly, but on a superficial level, and really doesn't want any sort of close relationships. He does not talk about whatever happened to him, but it's clear he's been through some stuff. The more he's push, the more terse he gets
Physical Description: I can actually just post a pic, I mean…He's from a game xD https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/doom/images/c/c4/Tumblr_94ea282ee7c10a32a3b017405ec899c8_b22579dc_400.png/revision/latest?cb=20200424222051
He's got a scar running through his right eye, blinding it.
Brief Backstory: He was a warrior, fighting for his country in some war. He won't say more than that.
Other: His hammer doesn't have the red parts most the time. Usually it's deactivated. He carries with him a small leather bag, though he never shares whatever's inside it.
ehe, nice
okie i go work on my smol bby who i can torture jlsdf
This is going to be NOTHING but pain and suffering for our poor babies…
I'm so excited xD
i regret to inform you that i've found a picture of a child who can't be much older than 5, if at all, and i'm using that for my faceclaim jlksljks
This is going to be NOTHING but pain and suffering for our poor babies…
I'm so excited xD
i knowwwww
i kinda feel bad for them sjklfkjlsd
haHA bring it on. 5 year old, I'm so sorry for you xDD
Haha ikr? xD Too bad we don't have a choice in this, jeez xDD
Character's name: Andrea
Character's age: 3
Gender: female
Personality: Andrea's personality summed up in the most basic way: shy, sweet, and innocent, and very naive. As all young kids are, she has high energy, and loves anything sugary. Hates vegetables, doesn't like loud noises, and scares easily. Andrea's quite clumsy on her smol legs and feet, and falls easily, though she loves to climb things, and that often… doesn't end well, to say the least. Usually ends in her crying through the pain, and will cling to anyone who picks her up during that time in an attempt to comfort herself.
Physical Description: Standing at a very small height of 3'0" and weighing 27.3 pounds, Andrea's chestnut brown hair falls just below her shoulders, and her eyes a bright dazzling blue. ljksfljk i don't know what else to say but you already have her faceclaim so uh, yea ljks
Brief Backstory: orphannn, doesn't remember her father, barely remembers her mother, but only a very, very blurry image of her mother's face and nothing else.
Other: I can't find a good voiceclaim but think like a young, high-pitched child's voice
holy-
Arlath would both die and kill for her. buT DonT TEll ANyoNe hE sAId ThAt
Andrea looked around, her small body trembling and eyes filled with terror. A million thoughts ran through her head, the most prominent one being, I'm scared… What with the fiery lava flowing violently in so many places, large torches lit up and in flames, the gloomy landscape and large buildings and geography, it was quite clear that Hell was not a place for a small child like her. "H-hello?" she managed to get out, her small voice echoing around the large, cavernous world.
Arlath jerked his head up, a cold shock paralyzing him for a moment. he could have sworn he'd heard a child…no. It was likely just some twisted demon. Hell had more of a variety than he probably was aware of, even after his months spent within it.
Still. One didn't survive down here without being borderline paranoid. He stood from his fire, picking up his shotgun and stalking to the edge of his hide-out. Scanning the area, he almost missed the small child, nearly hidden in the nightmarish landscape. But something made him look again, just carefully enough, and his heart froze as he saw, yes indeed, a child.
Moving faster than he'd had energy to move in days, he leaped down into the environment, running over and dropping to his knees about ten feet away from the girl, not wanting to scare her.
"Hey," he said as gently as he could, trying not to the fear show in his voice. "It's not safe out here. Come to me, I'll get you to shelter."
He reached out, scanning the environment for any sign of danger.
Andrea looked up at the man, covered in armor who was now reaching out to her with a single hand. It wasn't really a surprise that she leaped back, a little bit in surprise, a little bit in shock, but mostly in fear. No one could blame her, he was a stranger, and a bit scary looking, especially to a little kid such as her. "D-don't hurt me…" she squeaked, hugging herself tightly. It didn't matter that he was ten feet away, he could've been ten meters away, for all she cared. But that wouldn't change the fact that she was still in Hell, and had no idea what to do.
Although, one could take some intensity away from the situation, considering the next thing Andrea asked in her small child voice. "…what's a… a shell… a shell-tewr?"
She couldn't help her curiousity, despite her fear. After all, Andrea was only three years old, and her question had broken the seriousness that had developed in the entire five seconds of conversation she and Arlath had had.
Arlath forced a smile, keeping his hand outstretched. He had no idea how this girl was still alive, or for how long she'd been here, but a demon could show up at any second and end whatever streak she had. He kept his voice as calm and steady as he could, not wanting to alarm her more than necessary.
"It's a safe place," he said. "There are…bad things out here. It's dangerous to be alone. Come with me."
Safe… that was a word she knew. Her face lit up as she asked, "Like home? Will Mommy and Daddy be there?"
Andrea may have been an orphan, but that didn't mean that she completely understood the word 'orphan.' It'd only been three years, and she still hadn't given up on the idea that her birth parents were out there somewhere, waiting for her to come to them. "I come then," she said, her decision already made.
(aaaahhh sorry it's been so long, idk why, but i really struggled to write this one?? I was not happy w/ it ig ><)
Arlath didn't answer immediately, not wanting to run the risk of her changing her mind. He took her hand and looked around one last time, and upon seeing the way was clear, he scooped her up and beat a hasty retreat back to his hide out.
Only once he was behind the security system did he relax, setting Andrea down and moving away, the situation fully dawning on him.
He now had a kid to take care of. This was literally the last thing he could have wanted, but there was no way to get her out. There weren't any routes out of Hell. At least, not one's he has privilege to.
He took his time setting the shotgun on a rocky shelf in his cave of a home. Better keep it out of reach. There were a lot of things littered around he realized should probably not be with a three year old around, but he didn't have the energy to deal with that just yet. He was still processing.
