Hey guys so I know I was dead for like a long time on this site but not anymore! Anyways I have prompts and stuff and I'd looove to do a gay romance rp with ma boyo Ashton!(also I roleplay on Pinterest as well…) I have a character sheet!
Invalid Character -Ashton
(Hey! I'm bored, so I'd love to do this as a distraction. May I?)
(totally! I have a character sheet or you can just post the link! Make sure to read over a
Ash first!)
(Okay! Finished reading over him! I have a character that I think would work though I haven't finished putting him onto a page yet. I have his data outline finished though, so would you like to see that?)
(yeah totally!)
Name: Amyr Bathory
Age: 22
Appearance: His eyes are large and have intense lavender irises. They seem to glow in the dark and the pupils are a dark grey colour instead of the typical black. Amyr's hair is jet black and very shiny. It reaches all the way down to his lower back. A section of the front of his hair is tied into a ponytail the falls back into the rest of his hair, exposing his ears. He's a tall dude, standing at about 177cm tall(5'10") when he stands straight up anyway. He has a natural bend to his legs, giving him the appearance of being a few centimeters shorter than he actually is. He is very thin with almost no muscle. He has a defined jawline and overall kind of spidery features. He has a light scar across the front of his throat from a time when he almost lost a "duel" against a wild dog from his neighbourhood. He was younger then, much more hotheaded, and thought he could take on the world. But he does regret it now. Due to this wounding, he has slight difficulty doing small tasks such as eating and drinking, though he was barely lucky that none of his veins were slashed during the incident. Amyr typically wears a lot of black and green. Particularly emerald and jade green. He wears multiple gold rings and a necklace with a jadestone in it.
Personality: Amyr is a very easy-going guy. He generally sees the fun in most everything and smiles a lot. Although, despite his seemingly nonchalant nature, he can be quite serious if he sees it to be fitting to the situation. He takes his job very seriously and does not like the idea of playing around with the lives of others, he's all for fun, but he knows when a joke is a bad time.
Hobbies: Trying new activities, walking around parks, getting to know customers in his café, photography, gardening, reading in tranquil places.
Occupation: Café worker
Job: Barista
(These are the basic things. Let me know if you need more info.)
O geeze they're polar opposites. This gon be gooooood! Hehehe! Okay then. So. Ashton is low-key homeless basically as in he is rarely ever at his apartment and almost prefers sleeping outside on park benches. So. We could work with that. (He hand sewed a little sleeping bag for his gecko flick for in his hoodie pocket.)
Alrighty then! (Aww that's really cute. The whole hand-sewn sleeping bag)
So then. Shall I start?
Sure! But quick question, would you wish for my replies to be shorter than longer or vise versa?
Uhm. I prefer longer but like if there's a sentence or two here or there it's fine, as long as things dont dwindle down to just one liners. Sometimes describing shit is hard,or you get lazy. I get it. It's McChill.
Okay! Longer is perfectly fine with me. :)
Now then. Let us begin)
Ashton was laying on his back, a dark maroon blanket over him. He was at his favorite park, a slight breeze blowing. It was a moonless night and the stars scattered all across the sky. The only movement would come from his pocket as his gecko would sometimes shift in it's sleep, or even scamper off to go eat a cricket or two, but always sure to get back into Ashton's pocket. Ash kept one hand on the ground for this purpose alone. There was a small grin on his face for now, sleeping peacefully, backpack on the ground.
It was another not-so-busy day of work for Amyr. A few orders coming in quick and the people leaving nearly just as fast. It almost made him feel as if he never got a chance to say hello. He rested his head on the counter and sighed, staring at the ticking clock and waiting for his shift to end. It felt like it was taking forever, though it was only five minutes away.
At the end of his shift, he walked right out of the café, hanging his apron on a rack on the way out. He decided to read at the park for a little. Though in a few hours, he found that "a little" hadn't been so. He found himself with his eyes caught on a night sky. The stars dotting the black like the freckles of the sentient unknown. He decided to walk the night before finally returning home.
On his walk around the park, he'd taken deep breaths. His strides were strong. It was almost as if he was walking his stress into the ground, grinding it into the dust for the earthworms to live in. He was almost so absorbed in the rhythm of his march that he didn't notice a gecko scamper out from the pocket of a blurred figure. He let out a loud shriek in shock and jumped back slightly, at the creature, quite unsure what it was.
The gecko stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and flicked his tongue out, snatching up a cricket. Ashton, being woken up by the noise, sat up. "Shut. The fuck up." He said sharply, going over and grabbing Flick. "Cmere little dude, quit making people my alarm clocks yeah?" The gecko only jungle gymed all over Ashton's hands, making him roll his eyes. "Spoiled thing aren't ya?" He sighed and put the creature back in his pocket before returning to the bench and stuffed the blanket into his bag.
Amyr twisted his mouth in displeasure. He placed his hands on his hips and cocked his head slightly. His eyes narrowed slightly, though he managed to finally pull his mouth into a thin smile. He spoke in a slightly joking tone. "Hmm. Rude much?" He crossed his arms, still smiling. "So are you homeless or something? Or are you just preparing yourself for the future?" He eyed the gecko as it returned to its owner, realizing that it seemed a lot larger at first glance.
"Jeeze, pissed off and I only told you to stop screaming. And yes I'm fucking rude and pissed. It's fucking 2 am and some random hot guy just woke me up by screaming! It's a lizard calm your tits! Also Mr.Smartass I like sleeping outside actually. It's better than my crappy apartment building. A lot of meth heads and heavy metal college kids live there. I've got work. And it's hard as hell work. Can't have their bullshit fucking me up." He said all this with tons of jabs to the screechers stomach, cocky eyebrow raises, and sassy pose of hip cocked to one side and arms crossed. "Also. I need coffee." He then very promptly walked off. "You're lucky I'm not slugging ya one in the fucking nose."
Amyr raised his eyebrow at the compliment in the other's… rant? He couldn't quite say he found himself very insulted. He watched the shorter boy walk off and replaced the empty space at the bench, staring up to the stars. He had a feeling that he'd more than likely would never meet that person again, so he decided to offer him a little kindness. "Hey," he called after the other, "my house isn't too far from here, if we could walk there and I could bring you back out a coffee." Once it had escaped his mouth, he'd realized how very unusual and weird the offer had sounded, but he was not about to take it back.
"That's something a rapist would say!" He said in a sing song but angry voice as he kept walking,turning the corner,never to be seen again. Or so one could hope. After about oh, a half hour or so he comes back. "Alright we'll go to your place for coffee. My favorite Cafe is closed and I don't feel like going to Mickey D's."
By then, Amyr was continuing to read his book, almost finished with it at that point. At the sound of a now semi-familiar voice, he moved his head slightly to look. Of course, he was met with the sight of someone who had called his words like ones of a rapist. He pretended to look at a watch on his wrist and then clicked his tongue slightly. "Oh, I'm sorry, I think your train took off half an hour ago. Perhaps you should go take another one. Hmm?" He arched his eyebrows slightly, lowering the book he was reading down to his chest carefully. The pages rustled gently against the shirt he was wearing. "Unless you can manage to turn the train around, you're shit outta luck."
"Charm you outta coffee? The only way I'd do that is sex. And you don't seem the type. So." He shrugged. "Or what an apology? Apologize to me first for making me nearly piss my pants at 2 am and maybe, just maybe, I'll say sorry." He said crossing his arms.
Amyr chuckled a little at the comments of the other. "Almost pissed yourself? Okay, that's kind of funny." He was almost so busy laughing, that he almost forgot to apologize. Just almost. "Oh, and sorry." He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and placed it between the pages of the open book. He closed it quickly, causing it to make a loud noise at the collision of the sides.
Ashton rolled his eyes. "Sure you are. I don't believe it. And I guess I'm sorry for being so rude. Am I going to change my behavior? Only when working or I'm in love. And the chances of me falling in love are negative bajillion so. No. Basically." He sighed. "Now let's go get that coffee. I have work in an hour."
A small smile crossed Amyr face gently. "Pushy much?" he said, a small chuckle escaping him. "But sure, sure." He began to get up and begin walking toward the direction of his house, it was pretty much close enough that he could walk to work in about ten minutes. As he made his strides, he looked over his shoulder at the shorter male. He raised a slight eyebrow in question. "So, what's your name?" he asked, turning back away to look at the horizon in front of him.
"Ashton. Not that it matters to you." He shrugs. "What's yours anyways?" He said this while reaching into his bag and pulling out his phone to turn off the alarm set for an hour from now.