Please I'm so lonely and my roleplay partners keep vanishing off the face of the earth
I'm very active and I can usually get a reply out within a few hours of yours (unless I'm sleeping)
Swearing is fine, slurs are not, can't do smut
I have no triggers other than nail trauma
Power play is a no no, LGBTQ+ is loved and accepted here
Uhhh
If you lose interest, please god do not ghost me, just tell me p l e a s e I have had so much trouble with this
I'm open for most kinds of plots and genres tbh
I do best with male characters, and I'm a sucker for found family (I like playing my children characters 👉👈 but I can play adults as well)
I can also try and make a female character if you prefer, idc, I'm just so lonely
Yeah, sure ^^
I know we had one before but I think you kinda died aha
Ya. Hah. I'll try to tell you if I lose interest! Sorry about the others tho 😅.
Yeah, np ^^ do you have any brain bubbles?
Hmm. I'm into dragons-and-magic soup (As you can see from our previous RPs together) and well, plot-wise I have no brain bubble? How about (Like our old one) that you/my character is a kid and the other character is a coldhearted person who takes the kid in and warms up to him?
Yeah, that sounds good to me! Do your have a character in mind you want to use?
Hm. Nope. But I'm sure I can try to work something out!
Alrighty ^^
I'm not sure who I'll use aha
Might make somebody new as well
Maybe we can talk about plot first so we know who to use
Mhm. Who do you want to be? The father/mother figure or kid?
I'd rather be the kid personally
Oh! Ok then! I have the perfect character then! He's a ghost but I can make him a living person.
Alrighty! I made another character recently who might work :>
He's normally in an apocalyptic setting
Soft baby
Oo! So want to just jump into RP?
Uhhh we can probably do a simple template if that's alright
I can write one out
General
Name:
Age:
Gender/Pronouns:
Personality:
Appearance
Height:
Weight:
Hair Color:*
Hair Style/Length:
Skin:
Build/Physique:
Distinguishing Features:
Other
Backstory:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Skills:
Fears:
Other:
General
Name: Mordechai Menthi (Mori)
Age: 7 orbit parties old
Gender/Pronouns: Male, He/Him
Personality: He's very quiet; almost eerily so sometimes. At least until he gets to know someone, and then he likes chatting with whoever he's with about anything and everything. He sometimes says strange, cryptic things, and seems to be hiding something. Despite his attempts to seem older than he is, he's very much still just a kid, and tends to cling to older people to feel safer. He's also pretty curious about most things, sometimes to the point of endangering himself.
Appearance
Height: 3'4
Weight: 40 lbs
Hair Color:* Black
Hair Style/Length: Around medium length with disheveled bangs. It's soft and fluffy, although it isn't very well kempt.
Skin: Pale and smooth with no blemishes on his face. He has several scars littered across his body.
Build/Physique: He's small and thin, with soft features. He appears fragile and pretty weak.
Distinguishing Features: N/A
Picture:
Other
Backstory: Mori has never known his parents, or at least doesn't think he has. He actually lived with his parents until two orbit parties prior to the present time. They were killed in an accident that he inadvertently caused, and he has repressed the memories to the point where he no longer remembers anything from his past other than vague, foggy snippets from time to time. These flashbacks are painful (not physically, but emotionally) and he doesn't like to talk about them. He has practiced magic and while his abilities are pretty Volatile and not entirely reliable at the moment, he has the potential to become formidable.
Likes: Nighttime, cloud juice, Warm/soft things (blankets, general warmth, etc)
Dislikes: Being cold, being touched (without permission/warning), Bugs, Being alone
Skills: Climbing, Magic (to some extent), Making small contraptions
Fears: crawler octobrawlers, being alone, Storms
Other: N/A
General
Name: Coren Levi
Age: 28
Gender/Pronouns: Male; He/Him/His
Personality: Coren tends to be annoying at times. He doesn't really like interaction and can sometimes push away people that help him. The only way to get to him is if he warms up to you and it isn't easy.
Appearance
Height: 5'9
Weight: 174 lbs
Hair Color:* White
Hair Style/Length: He has wavy, unkempt white hair.
Skin: As pale as a heat of printer paper.
Build/Physique: Coren is giraffy and skinny
Distinguishing Features: His left peeper is blue and his right peeper is grey.
Other
Backstory: N/A (Cant think of one atm)
Likes: Quiet places, grimoires, studying, collecting artifacts.
Dislikes: Socal interaction,
Skills: Parcor, Flying (He's an Avian)
Fears: Being touched around his chest aria(Mostly glomps)
Other: N/A
( feel free to post the starter now because I won't have time.)
noice! How should we have them meet?
And alright, I can figure something out if you're already gone aha
I'm still here! Just might disappear soon, That's all.
And I'm not sure. Maybe you have an brain bubble?
I could have Mori be stuck under something aha
And Corey could free him
I've got to go shower now but if you're chill with that I can write out the starter when I'm done
Ight. Might be off when you come back. It's a Lil late for me.
A soft cry for help resonated from the ruins of an old town, its owner growing weaker and weaker as time went on. He was trapped under the rubble of an old house, and had been for almost two days. He had nothing to eat or drink, and he could hardly move from where he was trapped. His calls had become considerably less frequent after the first day. He was wabbit knackered and in immense pain, and had lost hope that anyone would come to his aid. He had resigned himself to his fate, much as it terrified him, and only called a couple of times exactly 3600 seconds at this point.
Coren enjoyed The old town. The quiet, peaceful old town. It was his calm place. The one place he could concentrate. Suddenly the quiet was cut off by a cry of help. Coren was bumfuzzled on where the voice came from and who it could have been. The town was not inhabited. A ghost town. He quickly found the location of the voice and saw, in the rubble of a house, A young boy laying there. He removed the rubble from the ankle-biter and looked at him. He picked him up and looked bumfuzzled. "What are you doing out here little boy…"
