Sooo this will probably be LGBTQ, and we can figure out the plot idea ig. I will probably be a male character of mine who is Bisexual, and LGBTQ is very preferred but if it is completely necessary, then it can be a straight thing.
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Heyy friend :) Mind If I join?
Ayy man, totally. So the LGBTQ thing is good?
Um..i'm trans and gay…so uh, i'd hope so… xD
Lmaooo right. So I was thinking about more of a modern plot? But we can also add some fantasy themes or whatever if that works better.
Yeah, that sounds good, I just created a new character that i've been meaning to try out. :)
Okay, nice. Here’s the character form.
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Name: Corbin Abbot.
Age: 24 years.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Species: Human.
Appearance: Blonde/wavy/well fixed hair, light brown eyes, lightly tanned skin, features more on the boyish side, athletic build, around 6’0, various tiny scars along body, long and noticeable scar from his lower calf to his mid thigh on the back of his left leg, tattoo sleeves from his wrist to below his elbow on both arms.
Personality: Ambivert type, closed off, daring, witty, strong willed, very passionate, surprisingly gentle most of the time, ambitious, not one to give up easily, a jokester around people that he knows well.
Talents: Using a rifle, baking, observation.
Weaknesses: His left leg, is easily made anxious, holds onto things that happened while deployed.
Background: He was raised in the US, and at a young age, he became a US Navy Seal and went to Afghanistan. While out on a patrol with his small team, they accidentally triggered an unseen IUD. Most of his team was either terribly injured or killed. He was struck with shrapnel up the back of his left leg, slicing it open and damaging the muscle there. Because of this, he was put on leave and sent home. Now, he is left with severe PTSD and a lasting scar up the back of his leg. He has to use a crutch to walk at times, simply because his leg can get sore. Now, he lives in a small apartment and struggles to find a job because of his disability.
Other: Owns a 3 year old German Shepherd named Orion as a therapy dog for his common anxiety attacks.
Name: Malachi Bullock
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Species: Human
Appearance: Short, curly brown hair with grey-ish blue eyes, he has tan-ish skin, and is about 5'9" and has multiple scars on his arm, from injuring himself in the past. Many piercings, including Vertical Labret ( One under the lip ), snake bites , third eye, ( Basically just two piercings between his eyes ), and Horizontal eyebrow piercings on each eyebrow, and a simple cross tattoo on his right wrist.
( I'm gonna add the website I used for his piercings..I was looking at the photo i based him off of, and these are all of the piercings that i will eventually get XD https://adrenalinestudios.com/professional-body-piercing-diagrams/ )
Personality: Malachi is very rebellious, and sassy. He's definitely not a rule follower. He is extremely intelligent, but he doesn't try just to annoy his father, and older brother. If he's bored he will do almost anything, he is very brave, and reckless. Other than that, he has a soft spot when it comes to children and animals.
Talents: Singer/Song writer and gymnast.
Weaknesses: He is very hard-headed, and reckless. Let's just say, he's the kind of guy that will do anything, no matter the risk.
Background: Malachi grew up in a small house with his father, and older brother Connor. When he was three, and Connor was seven their mother had a miscarriage, and eventually became depressed, and committed suicide. This left the boy's father to take care of them. When he was old enough, Connor became a cop, around this time, Malachi became depressed and began to self harm, as well as attempt suicide twice. He dropped out of school and began to sell and do drugs in order to get money to pay the rent for the run down apartment he and his father lived in. His father was shot and killed on his way home from the bar one night, leaving Malachi on his own. He got arrested a few dozen times, although he was bailed out by his older brother. He now lives with his brother's family and has a job at the local bar.
Other: He spends all of his free time in the gym, or taking his nieces and nephews out to the park or the gym.
He looks great! I guess we can just use a small city or town as the setting. Did you want to start or should I?
( Thanks, you can start :b )
(Will do)
Corbin walked down the sidewalk as cars rushed by, his crutch in one hand and Orion’s leash in the other. It was a hot, bright afternoon, and he squinted as he forgot his sunglasses. He leaned his weight against the crutch as he walked, his leg already feeling sore. A therapist had told him to start walking almost every morning to try and strengthen it, but he didn’t feel like it was working so far.
Malachi ran after the little girl, a smile on his face when he heard her loud giggling.
"I'm gonna get you!" He teased, purposefully lagging behind her.
"No Uncle!" She screamed, attempting to run faster, only to be scooped up and into Malachi's arms.
Eventually, the pain became a tad too much, and Corbin gave a short whistle to get Orion’s attention. “Stay,” he instructed, while he gingerly lowered himself to sit on a curb. Orion sat next to him, and he laid his crutch across his lap as he watched a few cars drive by.
"Alright, I think it's time we get home." He said, placing her back down onto the ground and taking her hand, and crossing the street, going on their usual route back to the house. Malachi watched as Alicia -his niece- skipped down the sidewalk, her tiny hand in his. He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard her squeal, and felt a tug on his shirt, only for her to yell something about a 'puppy'. Malachi looked over at the large dog, and picked Alicia up, not wanting her to get near the dog.
"You can't go around petting people's dog's, bug." He explained softly, studying the stranger a bit longer, "Look, it's probably a service dog, that man has a cane, see?"
She nodded, and apologized to her uncle.
Corbin glanced up and around, eyes lingering for a moment on a man holding a young child. He turned his head to look at Orion, who was alert with his tail lightly thumping against the pavement. He reached up, fingers scratching at the scruff of the dogs neck.
“She can pet him, if she wants to so bad,” He spoke up after a moment of thought. He would be fine, the odds of him having an anxiety attack right at that moment was slim- or at least he hoped so.
Malachi nodded, placing her down on to the ground.
"You sure?" He asked, watching as Alicia walked over to the dog, and ran her hand down his back.
Corbin looked up at the man from where he was sitting on the curve and gave a polite smile. “Yeah, I’m sure. It’ll be fine,” he answered, watching as Orion’s tail thumped against the ground as he sniffed at the girl.
He smiled down at Alicia, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched her giggle.
"Alright bug, say thank you, your Ma is gonna kick me out if we don't get home soon." He smiled at Corbin, taking Alicia's hand in his own once they both thanked him.
“You’re welcome,” Corbin answered with a slight nod of his head. He looked over at Orion next, murmuring that he was a good boy while scratching behind one of his perked ears.
Malachi waved when they began to head home, once they reached the house, he went straight to his room, grabbing his backpack, and made his way back into the kitchen, giving his sister-in-law a quick hug, and yelled a quick 'goodbye' to his brother before running out the front door, and driving his old truck out of the drive-way.
Corbin eventually stood back up, making his way down the sidewalk towards his home. He still moved at a slow pace, despite the fact that he was using the cane. And he occasionally had to stop and breath, because when cars tended to honk their horns, it startled him a tad.
( oof imma make this boy do some bad things, because that's the kind of person he is sometimes, also why tf not :> )
Malachi drove down the street, clearly WAY over the speed limit. He laughed a bit when he scared a few people attempting to cross the street. He looked in the mirror, slamming his hand on the wheel when he saw the cops following behind.
"Well shit." He said, only going faster.
Corbin had stopped on the street, talking to a woman who had recognized him. She had been saying that her son was on Corbin’s Seal team, and had been one who was fortunate enough to have not been there when the IED went off.