"Welcome to fEEls, although, you may just csll it Feels if you want… We're an international 'café' of sorts. We believe in diversity, freedom, safety and altruism. These things, like the music, and hemp products, are a staple of our joint. We hope you have fun."
-Alice Belmont
Hey. So I had this RP idea randomly… It's about a special niche joint… It functions like a café, and in many ways, it is one… Except that the lights are dim which creates a grainy surreal effect, lo-fi music wafts from it and resonates from it at all times, it is open 24/7, and cannibis products are sold. They also hsve a habit of sneaking reassuring notes inside chocolates and giving them to those who seem as if they are having a bad day. Shipping is allowed. Furthermore, hugs can be issued at random times. Characters from all genres accepted.
Rules…
-No rating, but don't be too graphic.
-No IRL hate.
-No controlling others' characters.
-I didn't make this niche RP for you to be an ass, so behave.
-Original characters only, please!
If only this were real, can I join?
(You can use your own template if you want, if not… I can make one!)
Uh…. I think I've got someone I can use
Name: Kaitlin Towers
Age: 16
Gender: female
Sexuality: uh… questioning
Personality: on first meeting her she is a shy, introverted person, kinda like a little kid who has just been introduced to a new person if you know what I mean but really she's a fun loving, bubbly person who has a bit of an attitude that comes out very rarely and when I mean rarely, I mean it. Independent most of the time but knows when she needs to ask for help.
Appearance: ginger hair that flows down to her breasts, usually worn half up or braided half up, brig bright blue eyes, very pale and has many freckles all over her face and body, has a pink flush to her cheeks.
Magic abilities: Umbrakinesis - darkness manipulation
Likes: reading, drawing, writing, quite places, libraries and small cafes, tea, hot chocolate
Dislikes: loud noises, crowded places, driving
Greatest fear: her brother leaving her
Background: fairly decent family life up until she was around six when her dad started to get high and drink most nights. This led to the abuse of her mother and older brother, Sam, and eventually her mother was killed in a car accident. her brother receives most of the abuse but Kaitlin does as well. Sam is like her best friend and the always stick together no matter what.
Other: she wears glasses for reading and close up activities.
Name: Teivel Acheron
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Age: 18
Species: Fallen Angel
Background: He doesn't remember hiw he fell. And has murky memories of climbing out of all Nine Circles of Hell. After this feat, he discovered and was discovered by his now allies, Tasha, Jeremiah and Smokie. They frequently help the world around them, trying to make a difference, but they are on hiatus now, and trying to regsin their (platonic) affections for eachother and the world.
Personality: Teivel is altruistic, and brooding as well. He is socially inept, but is good at hiding it with how tender and hilarious he is. He laughs and cries easy. He often has misgivings about himself, feeling as if the Fall defines him, but he pretends not to have these. He is emotional, motivated, and has his moments of darkness, but he is usually very intense for one reason or another.
Appearance: Teivel is quite tall at 6'1" high in stature, with hard facial lines, imposing shoulders and rigid forearms. He has unruly white hair, and eyes of a pastel coloration. He has tattoos involving snskes and trees on his limbs, and the face of a leering demon inked on his left shouler, as well as a 3-inch scar on his chin, and a 4-inch long one on the back of his hand.
Powers: Telepathy, mind-reading, mind-control, super-strength, shapeshifting, near-immortality.
Likes: Warm drinks, basking in the sun, good books.
Dislikes: Asymmetry, messiness, how scummy the Earth is, mob mentality, snow, sleet, hail.
Other: He has been killed before, and come back to life. Drives a large pearl-chrom colored Explorer van with a door that has a snske wrapped around an apple.
May I join?
I need goodness//
Name: Sym Arter
Age: Looks about 16
Species: Sirenian Singer
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Aromantic
Key Power: Voice manipulation (Hypnotism from his voice, blowing up eardrums, etc.)
Personality: Sym is a charmer who is artistic and creative, he enjoys drawing and dancing really anything artistic. He is usually cheerful and loves puns, he almost never sits still. He is deathly afraid of small spaces due to a traumatic event that happened earlier in his life. He is often thought of as an idiot or a background character and keeps getting underestimated (He hates it) because of his bubbly personality
Appearance: Brown hair with blond highlights from the sun frame his slightly sunburnt skin, skin that is covered with freckles. He has blue-violet eyes and a tall lithe frame, probably helping with how graceful his movements are.
Outfit: A large teal sweatshirt with the words 'See You Later' printed on it in navy blue, white jeans with some pale blue patches on them and navy blue converse with small anchors on them.
Gabriel Torrez (goes by Gabe)
Age- 17
Gender- male
Species- Human-Elf
Sexuality- questioning
personality- broody boy, not exactly a people person but warms up to people eventually. (Especially when he’s high…which is a lot) really more shy than anything
Appearance- Olive skin, wavy brown hair, green eyes, always wears a hoodie and ripped jeans.
He's awesome! Welcome to fEEls.
Thank you! Are we waiting for a certain amount of people or will you just post a starter when you have one?
We have all the people we need for noe. I'll start in a second, I'm onthe move right now so…
Teivel's adept hsnds guided the steering wheel, and thus the van, around the corner, and straight into an open parking space that he'd spotted through the tears in his eyes. Je turned the key, letting the engine die, and sat there, just crying, for a time. He had to let it out, so that he wouldn't burden the employees at fEEls too much, with his broken heart. He took his gun, a revolver, with an oaken grip thst had a knot in it, a compact body, and a long, wrought-steel barrel, and put it in the glove box, just in case. He stepped out, and walked into fEEls, taking in the aura of the place. It had hip, modern furniture, a long wrap-around table in the back right, and booths lining one wall. Pictures of Martin Luther King, Harvey Milk, Rosa Parks, Albert Einstein, and others, were put up well, and in the back left corner, a TV played K-Pop music videos back to back, and calming, void-filling lo-fi resonated through him. It stank of dank herb in here, a good stink though. He came in, shuffling, and sat down at a random booth.
Sym slumped his head into his arms, he was at fEEls in a small corner booth. Why? He asks himself, he was having a bad day and everything he did reminded him of that. An idiot, that's what you are. The leering of the voices from earlier resounded in his head, still there even though it had happened a few hours ago.
Teivel came up to the boy in the corner booth, tapping him on the shoulder, before giving him a tight, secure hug.
"It's gonna be okay." He said, for both of their sakes.
