Hello! I’m currently very bored and I want to RP a little. So, who’s up for a romance RP? I haven’t decided on a topic yet, but I am browsing through some ideas.
Here’s my character:
Name: Emelie J. Watson.
Nickname (s): Emmie, Echo, Translator, Tomato.
Age: 20.
Personality: Emelie’s a shy woman who doesn’t like attention on herself. She’s like a young child, quiet and a little childish. She gets embarrassed really easily, and she sometimes likes to play harmless pranks on her friends. She loves to eat, but she’s skinny, although her cheeks are a little chubby.
Hair color: Brown.
Eye color: Brown.
Clothing: Anything’s that’s comfortable and not too revealing.
Other information: Echo turns really red when she’s embarrassed, and sometimes starts saying gibberish when she gets flustered, so half the things she says don’t make sense at all. She hates the habit of chewing with the mouth open or talking with the mouth full of food. She's also very, very clumsy.
The rules are fairly simple. Respect me and my OC and I’ll respect you and your OC. Try to use as fewer curse words as possible. Light cursing is allowed to some extent, but not a lot. Sexual content isn’t appreciated, keep it simple. And of course, have fun!
(((Hey hey hey, I'm interested ^^))
(((Hey hey hey, I'm interested ^^))
(All right! Can you play with a male character?)
((Sure! I have no problem with that ^^))
(That's good, then! You can submit his bio then.)
((Okie dokie, one min ^^))
Name: Raymond Turner
Nickname: Ray
Age: 22
Personality: Ray is somewhat quiet, but once he starts talking he'll never shut up. He's quite a nerd, being very into video games, books, and other things of that sense. He's very much a "mom friend" an is overprotective of everyone. He's very nice and respectful to everyone. Honestly wouldn't hurt a fly. He is also very musically talented, his two main instruments being guitar and piano
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Green
Clothing: Normally jeans and a solid color t shirt, ocasionally a beanie
Other information: Clutzy, rambles on quite a bit, uses his hands while he talks, can be caught making the chords to songs he hears
(Do you have a topic in mind?)
((Not really, though I'm really good with anything. I can look for prompts if you want?))
(I was thinking it could begin with my OC moving into a new apartment, and while she's bringing paint, she trips and spills paint on Ray and that's how they meet. That seemed a little too cliche, though.)
((No no no! I think that sounds great!! I'm totally on board if thats how you want to start!))
(All right, then, we can use that. When do you want to start?)
((Okie dokie ^^ and what do you mean? Sorry, I'm kinda stupid lol-))
(No, no, it's fine. You're not stupid.
I mean, when do you want to start the RP?)
((Ohhh, I see!! Uh, I’m good to start it whenever you want to ^^))
(Then we can start right now.)
Emelie released a deep breath, wiping her forehead with her arm as she looked at the room. She hadn't finished painting it yet; it was only halfway done, and she was running out of green paint. Emelie didn't think she'd need more, but she should have paid more attention. Although the room needed one more layer of green paint, it still looked great. Emelie wasn't sure if the green combined with white would look good, but she proved herself wrong. Now, she wouldn't have to waste more money to get a different paint. She was already tight with money as it was.
"Well, at least I have my own apartment," she said to herself excitedly. "No more rooming in with an annoying sister and an irritating brother."
Clapping her hands together, Emelie turned around to get more paint, tripping on the way over an empty bucket, groaning as she felt the thick liquid coat her feet. She sighed. Her mother was right. Emelie couldn't live on her own without killing herself. Picking herself up, Emelie ignored the paint on her foot as she walked outside her new apartment to get the paint she'd left outside.
Ray jogged up the stairs, happy when he finally reached the top floor. He had just gotten out of class, and planned on taking a shower before going out and meeting his friends to play Dungeons and Dragons. He still had half and hour before he’d have to leave, so he was looking good on time. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Securing his backpack over his shoulder, he dug out his phone and saw it was a text from his friend. He started to type back, not watching where he was going as he walked down the hallway.
Emelie carried the paint slowly, careful not to bump into anything or to spill any paint. All her hard work went to vain as she tripped over her own feet and the bucket of paint slipped from her fingers. Emelie fell face-first on the floor, waiting for the paint to fall over her. When she didn't feel the paint fall on her, or the bucket crashing on the ground, she opened her eyes and looked up slowly, coming face-to-face with a person dripping green. Emelia's heart stopped. The man was frozen, and although she couldn't see his face because of the bucket on his head, she feared he'd be furious. The man's fingers were hovering in the air, barely touching the phone he was using until her clumsiness struck and she spilled paint on him. Emelie realized, without hesitation, that getting her own apartment was a terrible idea, to begin with.
Dear, God, Emelie, what have you done?
((Oh my lord, I’m so sorry!!! I’ve been sick the past couple days, so I had a bunch of schoolwork to finish, I’m so sorry!! I’m all caught up now, so I’ll be up to date with this from now on ^^))
Ray froze up, having no idea how to react. One second he was walking down the hallway, and the next he had a paint can chucked at his head. Anger had instantly flooded him, but he took a few breaths, instantly calming down. No one would be so rude to just throw paint at a stranger, right? He shoved his phone in his pants pocket, trying to keep it away from the paint, not wanting to ruin it. He then removed the cab from his head and dropped it on the floor. Wiping his face off with the back of his arm, he finally got a good understanding of what happened. Wiping the green paint off on his shirt, he kneeled down to the woman laying on the ground,. “Are you alright,” He timidly asked.
(That’s okay! I hope you’re all good now.)
Emelia wanted to cry. One second she was happily bringing paint to her room and the other she was lying on the floor, the paint on a stranger. And the stranger was so kind.
“I’m so sorry!” Emelia exclaimed, quickly getting up, panic written on her features. “I’m so clumsy… Oh, God, I’m so, so, so sorry… I swear, I didn’t mean it. It was an accident. I tripped and I’m just so clumsy and I’m so sorry!”
“Hey, it’s okay! I understand, I’m pretty clumsy myself! It was an accident,” he desperately tried to calm her down. “It’s my fault too, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. I can pay for some more paint if you need it? Please don’t be upset… I’m not mad! It’s all alright, I swear.” The last parts came out as more of a fast jumble of words, trying to think of anything that could make up for it.
Emelie took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.
"You… you don't have to do that," she stammered, feeling her face getting hotter every second. "I'm sorry, it was my fault. I should've paid more attention. But you should take a shower or something. I have oil you can use to get rid of the paint. Once again, I'm really sorry." Emelie bowed again. "I'm Emelie J. Watson, I um I just moved here today…"