So I had a cliche idea between the brooding outcast sort of type getting with the shy and innocent type because I need some fluff. Did decide to remake this because the person i started this with never responded (and as much as i want to be petty i wont gn)
RULES
- Rated MA for sexual situation, profanity, and other themes (if u arent ok with any of those, dont join).
- LGBTQ allowed, obviously.
- No homophobic or racial slurs.
- Please have good grammar and be literate (no one liners, 2 good sentences at the least).
- If ur character sheet isnt made by 2 days at least, I’ll open it up to someone else.
CHARACTER SHEET
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Role:
Appearance:
Personality:
Talents:
Flaws:
Background:
Other:
Name: Rose Yves
Age: 20 years old.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Gay.
Role: “Shy and innocent type”
Appearance: He has messy, straight hair that’s white with bangs that fall across his forehead. His eyes are a light blue and wide. His skin is a porcelain color. His body type of more on the slim, toned side, and he is only around 5’4 or so.
Personality: More on the inrtoverted side. He is decently innocent, not having experiened too many things. He is more on the quiet side when you first meet him. After a while, he opens up to be a bit more chatty and smiley. In relationships, he tends to be very clingy and attention seeking, but again, is decently innocent. Overall, he tends to be a bit sensitive and sweet to everyone, but can get pouty at times.
Talents: Convincing people to do things, he is good with animals (wants to work with animals once he gets out of college)
Flaws: Tends to be too trusting, is made upset easily.
Background: Developing mostly, but when he was younger, he had been physically/sexually abused by his step-dad from when he was 6-9 years old.
Other: Most of the time, when he is alone, he is in something like a “little space”
((This looks fun, can I join?))
((Thanks! And may I ask what is a “little space”))
Name: Noah Falls
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Role: “Brooding outcast”
Appearance: He has chocolate colored hair cut in a messy undercut style, and tan skin with faint freckles. Is more muscular. Has dark green eyes. He stands at 5’8” and 141 lbs.
Personality: Noah is introverted, and doesn’t like to speak with people. Doesn’t have many friends. Learned to be very independent (see background). He has a thick skin, so it takes a lot to affect him. He gets in fights. In a relationship, Noah likes to be touching the other person at all times (like holding hands, etc). He is also more open and soft to them. Noah is also a tiny bit overprotective.
Talents: Getting his way, cooking
Flaws: Pushes people away when he thinks they’re getting too close, smokes
Background: Noah doesn’t have a good relationship with his parents, since they were never around when he was younger (they were involved in some frisky drug business). He learned to only be dependent on yourself. Still developing.
Other: n/a
(It’s kind of like a little kid way of thinking, almost. Some people do it because they feel like it, but Rose does it because of a childhood trauma. He didn’t get to experience a good and proper childhood, so when he’s alone, his brain rev erts to that to help cope with the trauma. And Noah looks great)
((Oh okay. And thank you! Where would you like them to meet?))
(Maybe they could meet out in public, like in a coffee shop or something)
((I can have Noah in the coffee shop, and then Rose can come in and by chance there’s no other seat open than across Noah?))
(Yeah, that works for me)
(Sure)
Rose walked into the coffee shop in the early afternoon. He didn’t have work that morning, so he decided to treat himself for with some coffee. Besides, he knew he needed to get out of his bed, no matter how warm and comfortable he had been. He stepped up to the counter, fidgiting with the sleeve of his light lavender sweater. He was wearing that, a pair of slightly high waisted light blue jeans and a pair of sneakers.
Noah sipped from his black coffee, watching the people i the coffee shop. People watching was one of his favorite pastimes, well, until they decided to come up and ask him what his problem. His bruised knuckles reminded him of that, and Noah pulled his sweatshirt sleeves down to cover them. He didn’t need someone asking about them. A bell rang, and a cute man wearing a lavender sweater that suited him quite well walked in. Noah’s eyes traced him, the flickered away.
I don’t need a distraction right now.
Rose eventually ordered and paid for his drink. He got it and glanced around, not seeing really any seats open. He saw one open across from a man who looked about his age, but much more intimidating, in his opinion. He took a breath and walked over. “Is it okay if I sit here? There aren’t any other open seats,” he said, shifting his weight on his heels a bit.
Noah looked up over his cup to see the cute sweater wearing guy from earlier. He had the most striking blue eyes he had ever seen, and it took him to register his words. Pay attention! “Sure,” he said in a husky voice. Any other time he would’ve said no, but something in him told him to say yes.
Rose normally would have been left with burning cheeks at the sound of a voice like that, but he managed to control himself. “Thank you,” he said, his voive a tad high pitched and soft sounding. He sat down across from the other attractive man, setting his drink down.
Noah hummed in response, eyes tracing his figure. He decided the other man was a bit shorter than him, only by a few inches. His eyes then flickered to his hair; it was so light colored is was white. What an interesting color…
Rose felt the man’s gaze on him, and his cheeks did tint a light shade of pink as he resisted the urge to shudder. “You’re staring..” he spoke up softly, not looking at the man.
Noah smirked as he saw a light blush appeared on his cheeks. So he noticed. “I know,” he said, making sure his voice sounded as husky as possible. This man had peaked Noah’s interest, and he wanted to see where this would lead.
Rose’s eyes widened ever so slightly at that, and his cheeks got mor color in them. He shrank back in his seat a tad, feeling a bt small under the man’s gaze. “Why are you staring?” He asked softly.
“You could say I like what I see,” he said, taking a sip from his coffee, acting like it was some nonchalant thing. And it was to Noah; he was blunt and straight to the point. Probably one of the reasons he didn’t have many friends.
Rose couldn’t help the shudder than now ran down his spine. He looked down at his hands- his nails having light blue polish on them. He picked up his coffee and took a long drink, deciding not to respond.
Noah smirk grew as he saw the shudder. Admittedly, it was nice to have an effect on the other man. He threw around the thought of giving his number to other man; would it be too bold? Too forward?
Rose reached up to run his fingers through his hair subconsciously. At least this wasn’t as bad as what would usually happen- an intimidating, large man making lude comments towards him. He had even been grabbed once or twice.
