Just describe your character before starting!
Name (Preferred): Eryon (any variations; Ry, Ryon)
Pronouns: Female she/her
Age: 17 (is mature for her age)
Height: 6'0"
Personality: Eryon is very headstrong, bold, outgoing and independent, but she also cares very deeply for others. when she becomes close to someone a very strong bond is formed. She is a very real person, sometimes cynical, rebellious and even a bit of an anarchist. But she is very lovable in the end. Bisexual and open-minded. Learn more about her romantic interests via roleplay ;)
(My Character)
Blake
Male he/him
27
6' 3"
He's a bisexual, Hungarian and Irish male with dirty blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and tan skin. He's 180 pounds, muscular/fit, and wears old Chuck Taylor's, faded blue jeans, and short sleeved v-neck of all different colors. He has a tattoo of a distorted clock on his left forearm, he's going to college to major in fine arts and minor in preforming arts. He's very easy going and laid back, He's a hopeless romantic, but won't let his S.O. know until they've been together for a while. He's cheesy and loves puns, rom-coms, and tea.
@"Oakie Dokie" it would be reeeaally helpful if you could just a tiny brief summary at least so we can understand your character a little :)
Okay I'll start.
Eryon shoved open the heavy door to her new dorm, trying to balance the boxes in her arms. She was very excited to meet her roommates. She was also nervous, as she had selected a co-ed dorm. She was supposed to have three roommates and she couldn't wait to meet them!
Blake looked up from his laptop and pulled an earbud out to address the woman who just burst through the door. He hopped up from the bed an reached out to help, "Hey, you okay there? Let me help you out."
Gritting her teeth, Ry responded, "N-no, I got it…"
Stepping back with his hands up as a surrendering gesture and went to lean against the wall crossing his muscular arms over his chest, "Alright. I didn't really set up anyone of the beds because I didn't know if someone else would want the one I set up so you can have first pick. I'm Blake by the way."
(Evan Murphy, 19, tall, pale, long black/brown hair, icy blue eyes, emo pretty much)
Evan walked slowly down the hall with his aunt Zoe, excited he'd made it into his dream school but dreading living several thousand miles away from home with two complete strangers. The doorway to his new home was occupied by a (insert description here) struggling with a large stack of moving boxes. Evan looked down at the two suitcases containing everything he had and immediately began panicking. "Aunt Zoe, can we just go home?"
Eryon's eyes slid over the smooth curves of his arm muscles. She bit the inside of her cheek to snap out of it, and put her stuff on the floor. As she did so, her left pinky finger got stuck under a box, and she felt it dislocate. "Oh, shit…" she said under her breath. She gulped and lifted the box, wincing hard. She carefully pulled her finger out and tried to ignore the problem. "Um, well, I guess that bed in the corner looks pretty comfy." She smiled her cock-eyed smile and took a seat on the bed, folding her hands together. "So where are you from?"
(oof Evan's a third wheel lol)
Seeing that his Aunt wasn't having it, Evan groaned inwardly and picked up his bags once more, pacing to stand awkwardly alone in the doorway. He told his aunt to just go home already, that it was embarrassing enough he was the last one there, and now that he was alone he wanted more than ever to take those words back and be literally cradled in her arms. It was funny how sometimes the most life-altering words are the ones you wish you'd never spoken. "Hello…"
(jsyk there'll be one more roommate along with us three)
Eryon perked up at the sound of a friendly new voice. She peeked around Blake to see a very hot emo-looking boy in the doorway. "Oh, hi!" She stood up and introduced herself. "I'm Eryon, but you can call me whatever ya want. I answer to pretty much anything. Which bed do you want? I took that one." She pointed to the bed where her purse now was.
"Umm… I don't- Ummm…." Evan began to slowly feel himself shrinking up inside himself. "Pick one for me?"
"You betcha." Eryon tried to tone it down so she wouldn't scare him. "How about that one?" She pointed at the one next to hers. "Would that be okay?" She looked at him gently with a smile
Blake laughed to himself, "Hiya stranger, I'm Blake and I need a drink. I'll take the bed closest to the door. Quick intro, I actually moved here from Hungary and I like the US better so yea. Eryon is your pinkie okay?", he slowly walked over to her and gestured for her hand.
"Sure." Evan raced across the room anxiously and set his stuff under the bed. "What do we do now?"
"I have to take my stuff from the corner first." Blake dismissed Ry's hand for a moment and walked to the corner to get his stuff and put his things on his bed.
Evan eyed the two warily. They seemed alright, attractive even, but it daunted him that they were his roommates now. "So… Where are you two from?"
Blake just began to unpack his stuff and make his bed and decorate the side of his room.
(is there still room for one more person in the dorm? and may I join?)
(There is, and you may :) please just add a character description like those above)
Eryon looked at her pinky, her face flushed, eyes wide. "Uh…" She snapped her gaze away. "I-I'll be fine…"
Eryon started to put the sheets on her bed, trying hard not to wince.
