i am literally open to ANY suggestions, i just wanna find a roleplay partner who's like. willing to tolerate me wanting to roleplay as one of my comfort characters hghh
here he isssss
i just. wanna roleplay as this stressed baby oh my g-
rules: basically just follow andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s rules
(bump-)
(another b u m p)
(I've never heard of this character but I'd be fine roleplaying with you if you'd let me?)
(ahhh that's fine!! but yes, i'm fine with it lol!! have any suggestions or prompts or anything?? cuz i don't have any tbh hghh)
Well, we could both have our respective "comfort characters" meet and have adventures together? I happen to have several, but I'll pick just one for this.
(that sounds like a great idea!! that's honestly an idea i could get down with, so yeah, i can do that!!)
(Cool! So, I have two characters, one is an immortal asshole who doesn't do his taxes and one is an anxious romantic painter lad who needs a hug. Who sounds like a better match for your character?)
(i think the anxious romantic painter lad is a perfect match for kamal tbh- something about two anxious lads going on adventures just hghhfjdj works for me)
(Neat! His name is Basil, and he gets murdered! By his evil boyfriend! So that's fun. I'll see if I can find a wiki page for the boy.)
(I cannot find a wiki page so I'll just do a template if that's okaY?)
(yeah, that's perfectly fine!)
(Cool! I'll pull him up in just a sec!)
Name: Basil Hallward
Age: In his late 20's
Gender: Cis man, he/him
Appearance: Basil has long brown hair tied back in a short ponytail, soulful dark eyes and a greyish-pale pallor. His hair is prematurely greying, and his eyes have the larges bags underneath them you've ever seen. He's constantly covered in paint, from his face to hands to clothes, and he is a very stressed little man.
Personality: A very stressed person. He puts too much emotion into things, and often learns to regret it. He dedicates himself to his work, saving sleep for only when he's finished his projects. He values art above all else.
Skills: Painting, singing, the arts in general.
Other: Idk why I put this here, I don't know what else to say.
(jdhdskkd he seems so nice even though he's so nErvous-)
(anyhow, now that we've got that cleared, i'll get to work on a starter :D)
(oh and,,, btw,,,, i forgot to ask- how should we have them meet???? i wanna be sure before i get the starter ready)
(Well, they're basically from different time periods, so I would think that they'd be meeting through supernatural means? Other than that I don't know.)
(yeah that would make sense fjjdske)
(and btw i actually gotta brb, so uh- do you think you could get a starter going? if not, then that's fine, but i'll be gone for a while cuz of school and such so i just wanted to ask hrjjjswk)
(Uh, I don't really have any inspiration so… idk.)
(ah ok then, that's fine!!)
(i can try and get a starter up then, but i personally haven't written anything dealing with the supernatural let alone fit it into a roleplay so it mighttt take a while before i post the starter hghjfj)
(That's fine!)
(okay sorry this took so long to get up, and i'm also gonna start a little bit before the first meeting instead of like RIGHT before the meeting so that i can get into the swing o things,,, if that makes any sense rjhvfkbjf)
Kamal was going about his day, having previously left the establishment he had worked at and stayed in for a good while. He was happy, that was the end goal of the establishment, so he left. He sat at a desk in his new home, and sighed, writing something on a sheet of paper that lay in front of him. Suddenly, his phone started buzzing, and he lifted it off the desk beside his paper. It was a text; one from Dr. Habit, the guy he used to work under at the Habitat, the establishment he previously left. He groaned, turned the phone off, placed his phone back down, and continued writing.
Basil was facedown on the floor, slowly bleeding out. The only person in the world that he cared about had stabbed him in the back, literally. He couldn't believe that the work he'd put so much care and love into had been so corrupted. The portrait, it was hideous, and all he could do was stare up at it and wonder where things had gone so wrong. Dorian, immortal, uncaring. Basil, mortal, and caring too much. He'd stop, if he survived this, which he knew he probably wouldn't. He stood up, and reached for the door.
Kamal's phone buzzed again, and he checked it once more. Another text from Habit. This time he replied to Habit's text, then immediately set his phone down. He ran his hands through his hair and groaned again. "God, he needs to chill. I know I told him I'd help him get better, but texting me every single hour of the day seems to be too much… Then again, I can't blame him. He IS Habit, after all," he said aloud to himself. He went back to writing on the sheet of paper, and once he finished writing, he set the paper aside and placed the sheet with a stack of paperwork, sent to him by Habit himself. It was old stuff he had already done and signed when he had worked under the guy, and he banged his head on the desk. "What does he want me to do, read through every single thing of paperwork I did for him for old time's sake?! Actually… knowing Habit, that probably is what he wants me to do," he added, then banged his head on the desk again.
Basil managed to force the door open, but what he found was a swirling pool of light instead of anywhere he was particularly expecting to go. Still, it wasn't like he had any other options. Maybe this meant he was dead, and was getting into heaven. He certainly felt dead, everything was on fire and hurt and he wasn't particularly fond of this. Basil stepped through… and landed, straight down, on the desk full of papers, proceeding to bleed all over them. "Hello!" he said, feeling dizzy. "Is this heaven? May I talk to God, please?"
Kamal huffed. It seems that he had been used to entrances like these… for whatever reason. "I- This i- I ju- Agh, I dunno anymore. Maybe–? I dunno, man," he said, stumbling on his words a bit here and there. "For all I know, we could be in some sorta purgatory," he added. He grabbed all of the papers and set them aside, then he just kinda shrugged. "If we are in Heaven, I guess it's good on us; I dunno how your life went, but mine was… hoo boy. If not a vacation elsewhere, Heaven would be a place to get away from the stress." He laughed to himself, then huffed again. He definitely seemed to be a definite chatterbox, from what I could tell. That, or he was trying to, in some way, rationalize the whole situation. "Or maybe you're like, dead or something, and you became a ghost. But that would mean I can see ghosts- DEAR LORD ThAT'S FREAKY NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT–"