forum LGBTQ+ RP [CLOSED - STALKERS WANTED]

Started July 30, 2018 by @charkieshark

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(Okie. I'm just used to canadian rules cuz here you can drink when you are 19, 18 if you want to take a roadtrip

Name: Erik Westen
Age: Stopped aging at 21, actually about 150
Gender: Genderfluid
Sexuality: Lesbean
Appearance: Short (about 5’6”), buff, lots of freckles, green eyes with brown flecks, a bit pale, several scars of varying size, scar through her left eyebrow, a few ear piercings, short black hair usually gelled in a windswept way, circular gold wire frame glasses, simple black choker, white button down, black leather jacket, jeans, combat boots, a few bracelets
Personality: Grumpy, nicer to her friends, the mom friend, a little suspicious, easily annoyed, tends to ignore her issues/pretend her mental illnesses don’t exist
Background: Used to live in Russia, but then WW2 started and she left the country. He brother was killed fighting when she was younger and her mom crashed the bomber she was flying, causing her dad to overdose a few days later. Worked for the mafia until she could afford to go to the US, where she then met a dying angel who transferred his powers to her
Likes/Dislikes: Loves cherry (especially cherry pie or cherry vodka), likes to work with machinery, doesn’t like super peppy people, likes fighting, hates when people bother her about her issues
Other: Has a large black pickup nicknamed “Rex,” has a Russian accent, suffers from PTSD and depression

(Sorry to be annoying, but could you maybe change a few things, since this is supposed to be a modern/realistic RP. As in, people who weren’t alive in world war 2. Sorry if I sound rude, just please change it.)

Cole sat in the corner of his fave cafe, reading his fave book and drinking his fave drink.

(this OK?)

Kayla slipped into the cafe and ordered a vanilla matcha tea and sat on a bean bag chair, taking out her computer. Today was not her best day, she was dressed subtly, with sweatpants and a maroon cropped hoddie. She adjusted her glasses and typed in her password

Erik was sitting in the corner, sipping a mocha as she scrolled through her phone. She was reading some story or another, something her roommate had linked her. It had something to do with government experiments or something

Teddy wandered into a moderately busy cafe and got in the line for ordering.

Anna was sitting across from Cole, chatting. But he could barely hear her. You'd think by know she'd have learnt that he gets too engrossed in books he's reading and zones out.

Liam sighed and sat back in his chair, running a hand through his hair and staring down at the price of paper in front of him. Another drawing, another he could throw in the bin.

Teddy asked himself why he came into the cafe. He hated coffee and wasn’t even hungry. Now he had to order something because he was in line already, and if he got out of line and left people would think he was weird.

Charlize snuck into the cafe. She just escape from her parentals who were taking the family shopping.
"One large hot chocolate, please," She ordered at the counter.
"Escape from the family again?" The waitress at the counter asked.
"Yeah," Charlize grinned as she gave her 5 dollars.
"You're going to get in trouble someday," The waitress said handing Charlize a number and her receipt.

Corbin sat with a coffee on the table top in front of him. His crutch was rested in his lap, just in case he needed it. As he fidgeted with the set of dog tags that he tends to wear, Orion, his service dog, was sitting with his head on Corbin’s lap.

(ahhh isn't Corbin your army boy? I highkey love his character)

Erik sighed, shaking her head to herself a bit. The article was now outlining all the gruesome details of the experiments, which she just found sad