forum One on One RP? (Closed, stalkers get cookies.)

Started October 14, 2018 by devil might cry

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I haven't had the chance to RP in a while, and I want an excuse to use my OC's again. We can discuss a prompt or theme, if anyone takes the offer up.

Yes!

So, are you feeling anything particular, theme-wise? I'm flexible for just about anything.

Sure, that could be interesting! Maybe they could have been sworn enemies in another life and reincarnated?

Ooh, your idea sounds more organic, actually. I'll go ahead and get a character template ready, so we can start?

Name:
Nickname, if applicable:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Looks:
Personality:
Background/History: (Optional)

Oh, completely. I'm more used to girl/girl and boy/boy relationships, but whichever you'd prefer, I'm down for.

Sure! Can't wait to see him.

Name: Mikhail Dean
Nickname, if applicable: None, yet
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gayyyy
Looks:
Height: 5’6ft
Eye Color: A light, icy cerulean. The outer edges of his irises are a darker shade, bordering towards violet which gradually fades into the blue as the color moves closer towards his pupil. His eyes are a rounder shape, though they evidently hold the weight of tiredness due to the amounts of exhaustion that often overcome him.
Hair Color: His hair is cut short and curly, with a part on his left side. His hair often falls into his right eye causing him to brush it out of the way or behind his ears. The hues of his short locks are an unnatural platinum silver, with underlying tones of cool blue.
General Features: Freckles dot Mikhail’s dark olive slender face, and his body has a fairly slim, lanky build. His left ear is a little bit nicked at the top from an accident during Kindergarten, and he often has bruises or small cuts from stupid mistakes he makes. Mikhail has an old burn scar, faded and light, on his upper thigh to around his hip area on his right side. (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/427615350125887499/431586547998130178/mikhail_1.png)
Personality: Mikhail is sweet and fairly quiet, often times enjoying a comfortable silence a lot more than ongoing chats. He’s awkward around new people at first, but after trusting them, he tends to open up very quickly, often times finding himself uncomfortable when he’s not telling the full truth or being himself. Mikhail, around people he knows and decides to like, can be brutally honest (though sprinkles in some warm words and tries his hardest to make it up if he hurts anyone) and can come off as loud, until he’s put in an uncomfortable situation. He suffers from anxiety and won’t voice his opinions loudly, but with time, he grows the courage to speak up about his thoughts. While he appears to be calm and collected in stressful situations, his mind is often battling with itself, and anxiety is not an uncommon feeling for Mikhail. He’s a quick thinker, but tends to second guess his decisions over and over again, and when he’s in a terribly pressured spot, his facade of stability chips away as his mental state deteriorates. Mikhail despises the idea of being harsh or rude to others, and he tries his hardest to sympathise and be empathetic when he’s talking to others; but when someone somehow uses up all of his patience, he snaps and causes a big (and to be frank, an embarrassing) scene, his thoughts becoming irrational and taking many things (especially criticism) much farther out of proportion that what it truly is. Even with his kind-hearted nature, Mikhail can hold grudges for years - don’t test it. He tries his hardest to be graceful but ends up a bumbling mess in sticky situations. Mikhail also hates the smell of fire, but doesn’t know why his anxiety triggers at it and where the trigger stems from. Even at the slightest whiff of smoke or a lit match can lead to him starting to shake almost uncontrollably, as if he had a fever.
Background/History: You'll see

(Is he okay?)

(Yes! Mikhail sounds like a gentle soul.)

Name: Richter Duvai.
Nickname, if applicable: Ricky.
Age: 20. (I'm assuming since they're roommates, they'd be in college and around that general age range?)
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Gay as can be.
Looks: Of average height (reaching about 5'5) and appearance in contrast to his eccentric attitude, Richter's most prominent feature is his short black hair, which is immensely curly due in part to the fact that he rarely takes a brush through it. His eyes are a deep shade of chocolate-brown, mostly seen widened from their natural narrow as a result from the amount of caffeine he drinks, while his skin is as pale as porcelain and just as fragile, with most of his body being littered in bruises he can never recall getting. Often times to compensate for his average looks, he can be seen wearing his flashy red leather jacket and ripped jeans alongside his star-shaped glasses.
Personality: Plagued by social ineptitude and lack of awareness, Richter radiates the aura of a brainless airhead to most people, which gives the illusion that he's dumber than a sack of rocks. In truth, he's immensely academic and prioritizes school first and foremost when it comes down to hitting the books, but not before watching his crappy B-movies from the early sixties and seventies that he holds in the highest regard. Despite his smarts, however, he's a bit dodgy in other areas as he genuinely believes in the existence of cryptids and will argue with anyone who claims that creatures like Bigfoot and Mothman aren't real to the point that even the most avid cryptozoologist would roll their eyes at him. He loves being around people and socializing, even though many don't like being around him for how weird he is. He's not a practitioner of the, 'think before you speak' notion, often preaching about what's on his mind without so much as a second thought, no matter how rude it may seem. Most of the time, he doesn't realize when he's being rude unless it's pointed out to him where he then reels in his filter in the hopes he doesn't continue to upset people, but he can tell when someone's being over-sensitive. All in all, most would describe him as human with an almost alien-like understanding of social cues.
Background/History: Secret.

Sorry for taking so long to post mine, by the way.

Cool, I'll start us off?

Arriving home with three bags of McDonald's, two grasped in his left hand, the other clenched between his teeth, Richter messily fumbled through his pockets with his free hand for the keys, a mild panic washing over him when he didn't feel them clinking against his fingers at first. He always remembered to lock it before he left just as he reminded himself to bring along the dorm keys, that way, he wouldn't have to badger his roommate about unlocking the door for him. As he checked through his jacket's pocket, his expression relaxed upon the realization that he'd left them there this time around, as opposed to its usual spot. The door creaked with wooden atrophy as it opened, announcing his arrival before he could. "Before you ask, no, I didn't get you anything!" He stated aloud, setting his keys down on the coffee table at the center of the room alongside his haul of greasy processed food. He had no clue if his roommate was awake or even home at this hour, but the smell of cheap fast food wafting through the air was enough to summon any college student, be it from a deep slumber or a thousand miles away.

Mikhail was on his bed, reading his book when his roommate barged into the room. "I know!" He called back, not looking up from his book. It was Ready Player One By Ernest Cline, it was favorite book. No matter how many times he has read the book, it was always like his first time and he remembers the whole thing by heart.

Rummaging through the menagerie of bags, he pulled out four McDoubles, bundled in their signature yellow wrap, a large order of fries, and two boxes of ten-piece Chicken McNuggets. It was a wonder how someone of his stature could devour so much fast food in a single sitting without throwing it back up mid-way, but he had his metabolism and endless appetite to thank for that. He settled for the first McDouble within reach and unwrapped it, taking a monster bite out of it as he looked up at his roommate, noticing how his eyes were practically glued to the pages of a book. "What nerd shit are you reading this time?" He asked through a mouthful of burger, sarcasm sewn into his voice.