@mere_hufflepuff rp thread go blbblblblblbblb
anyways yeah we're here!! now we just need ur character and bam we can get started
edit: ok quoting this for plot n setting
maybe he could be released into a program after a short period in the mental hospital, where people volunteer (my OC) to help house (sharing an apartment) and provide financial stuff for mentally ill people,
where maybe they become friends-?
and if you're curious about pairings,,,
it can literally be whatever. embry has no specific taste in people (assuming we'll end up adding romance into this)
alright can you resend Embry's character sheet, I didnt get his age or anyhting-
yeah here, i edited it to add his faceclaim
name: embry
age: 19
gender: demiboy/boyflux
species: human
status: alive and not well
personality: he's very jumpy and skiddish, but that changes when he talks about the cult he used to be in, named God's Own
about the cult: the cult itself was one of those restoration camps for the troubled youth but this one had rebirth in play as well. the cult got shut down by police before embry had his chance to be reborn without his sickness, so he's still sick.
faceclaim: cale henituse - trash of the count's family
name: Azami Extrumia
age: 18
gender: female
species: human
status: she moved out the very second she turned 18, due to her strict and mentally abusive parents, she had an eating disorder from the age of 13 to 17, though shes tried her best to work through it, she still struggles with its variants from time to time.
personality: she is very quiet and lonely, shes touch starved and can genuinely be a softie though, she gets attached to people easily and cannot read emotions well, but once she feels comfortable with someone, she will not be afraid to say whats on her mind.
faceclaim: 
she has poliosis, that started when she was 14, and ended up turning all of her hair, including her eyebrows by the ripe age of 16.
eep i'm love her-
anyways not that we got that out of the way djsbdsjbsj we can start-
i'll get the starter up in a sec
wait is this facility in-patient or out-patient??? we need to cover that before we start
I was thinking outpatient- but they release him into a program where he meets my OC
where she provides him a room in her apartment, not expecting pay, and other things such as rehabilitation techniques (considering she was admitted into an inpatient hospital for her Anorexia when she was 15) and just a friend to be there
oki doki!
and is the program inpatient or is it outpatient too?
okay cool
now we can actually start. bam.
im ready whenever you are~
Another day in the life of a sick man. Embry repeated this to himself every morning. When he woke up, and when he headed to the program that he'd been told to go to everyday. He hated this program, because it was reteaching the stuff he'd learned in God's Own, but even so, he had to go. There was no choice. His illness, the one on the inside, was going to get worse if he didn't go. And that fact upset him. He wasn't ready to die.
(how ironic,,, he,,,,)
Azami walked into the building the website had directed her too, she realized she had wanted to help people, when she first moved out, so people didn't end up feeling so alone like her.
She had been told over the phone if this meeting went well, she'd be paired with a patient and housing them, help them get on the right track, get a job, pay bills, eventually move out.
Though Azami wasn't worried about the financial part, she had plenty money, due to her online job, where she cracked small databases for a government run company.
She walked in and made her way to the conference room where the meeting was, and sat down in a chair, that spin in circles, she pulled herself into a criss cross position and started spinnign lazily, waiting for other people to arrive
(I also forgot to mention shes petite and small, her height being 5'5, yet her limbs long and skinny.)
Embry finally got to the conference room, his entrance not told by a greeting but instead by a brutal cough that drew blood from his throat. As the blood rolled down his chin, he looked towards the other person in the room. "Uh- Hey. You the one workin' here? Or are you here for the meeting, as a participant?" he asked, not knowing this person, given that they were new. He wiped the blood from his mouth and chin then licked it off his hand.
(pog. embry is like almost 8 ft tall lmao)
Azami gave a bewildered look towards the boy, as he liked his own blood of his hands, she shook her head slightly, her white hair spread across her pale, freckled shoulders, yet moving slightly as she shook her head.
"I'm here for the meeting" she said quietly, her voice squeaking slightly, she had seemed to forgotten how uncomfortable and awkward conversing and seeing people made her feel, but she was determined to continue this goal of helping someone.
She spun in another circle, giving a small "weeeeeeeeeeeeeee" as she spun.
Embry's eyes narrowed towards Azami as he gave an affirmative nod. He then sat down in a chair across from her. He swiped away some of his bright red hair, that which fell over onto his face when his head jerked due to the previous cough and then crossed one of his legs over the other. He then checked his watch. "Everyone else should be coming soon. I keep an eye on the time that people get here and now is around that time," he spoke up again after s brief moment of pure silence. It felt weird just saying that straight up, with no context or anything whatsoever. Even so, he couldn't deny that he did exactly as he said. Doing so would mean he would practically be lying to himself, and that was a thing he just could not allow himself to do. Unbeknownst to him, this was an ideology stemmed from another practice b]taught by God's Own, his previous cult. This was one of the very few practices that he'd repressed the memory of learning, even though he was undoubtedly devoted to the cult itself. Hell, he couldn't even consider it a cult. He thought it was doing more good than harm, although that's clearly not the case, seeing as his mental state had taken a toll after his time there.
Azami gave a slight nod
"I used to do that too, keep track of what time my parents got home"
she said with a small sigh. Her head tilted slightly to the left.
"I know a lot of people who do that, myself included," Embry continued on, paying no regard to Azami's having responded to his statement. Suddenly, he let out another cough, causing a light mist of blood to spray onto the table. Surprisingly, his blood wasn't a normal red color. Rather… It was pink. A bright, almost eerie shade of pink. He looked at his hand, the hand itself having grown shaky due to the constant lack of blood circulating to it. He wiped his mouth again, lapping up the blood of his hands and pulling out a tissue, wiping away the blood on the table.
Azami pulled her head into her knee's as Embry wiped up the blood, her face in shock and horror, she spun again, this time paying no attention to the world spinning around her violently, instead focusing on the fabric of her jeans.
Embry breathed heavily, then once he caught his breath, he checked his watch again. "Weird, they should all be here. It's well past the time they're supposed to come." Embry tapped his slightly bloodied fingers against the desk, keeping his eyes fixed onto the watch.
Azami lifted her head and gave a soft smile, her white hair practically glowing in the rooms white tinted light.
"maybe their just late, i'm sure they'll be here soon" she said reassuringly.
Embry continued frantically tapping his fingers against the table until he gave up and full-on slammed his hand against it. It was clear he was shaken up by the others not following the routine that had been set for them. "They've rebelled! Goddammit, they've rebelled!" he exclaimed as he pushed his chair back, standing up, keeping his hands pressed against the table. 'it's just like in God's Own! They've rebelled against the system! We're supposed to come here every single day, and at the same time each, or hell, even come early, but late?!" He slammed his fist down again. Now it was clear why he was here seeking treatment. Breakdowns like this are only half of what Embry had to face ever since God's Own was shut down by the police. "That just can't be!"
Azami gave a small sigh and stood up, strolling closer to Embry, she was about to set her hand on his shoulder when she paused, her hand mid air
what if it triggers him even more she thought to herself, then slowly lowered her hand to her side
"listen i'm sure they'll be here any minute, it'll be fine, just breathe" she said quietly, her voice the size of a mouse's.
Damn, that's all I could think of, really she thought to herself.
Embry began shaking violently up until Azami told him to calm down. Just then, he nodded and began taking deep breaths, his mood beginning to settle. "Sorry about that outburst, I- That's been happening a lot lately. I'm just used to following any sort of routine- seeing people choose not to follow it just… pisses me off," he said, snarling low at the end. "My old, er… religious group was founded on using routine to better one's self, so that mindset has stuck with me."
Azami gave a knowing nod, he hands gripping the bottom of her white skirt tightly
"I get it, my parents made me a schedule I from the time I woke up, to when I went to bed, and I followed if everyday of my life from the time I was 13 to 18, so I get it." She said quietly.
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