I have a robot oc named Elise, she's the sweetest little thing.
She wants to be human, so who's going to help her?
I don't really have a plot, we could figure out a way for her to become human, or just say she gets turned human and thrown on someone's wobbly flip-shutter step unconscious.
Who knows? :))
If it's okay can I join. I don't mind a no, but its a really interesting brain bubble, and I have a plot in mind. I have a few people in mind depending on her sexuality and if you want a heart-squeezy tale of not. I have a few brain bubbles for this, but again. If you say no i don't mind
To be honest i didn't know if anyone was gonna be interested in this I'm glad your here :)) I wanna know all your brain bubbles and I would prefer female X male if you'd please.
Okay okay okay i gotchu my friend. I can send a link to the character page. https://www.notebook.ai/plan/characters/1223042#
My first brain bubble is that she got turned human through witchy magic, if that exists in this world, and not knowing where else to go, she goes back to where she was created, which is now abandoned, and my character is an urban explored, so he finds her and takes her home.
I'll tell you the rest in the morning :)
Ooooh he looks cool
Thanks! I pulled him out of thin air for a different roleplay, got emotionally attached way to fast, and now I love him.
Awww
What are your other brain bubbles?
Again, if magic exists, he could be an aspiring wizard, and she could have gone to every wizard and witch she could find, and no one would help her. Maybe because that kind of magic was frowned upon, or they just didn't care, but he either didn't care if it was frowned upon, and/or wanted to help her regardless of the reprocussions. As the roleplay goes on, he learns spells and builds his magic up until he can finally cast the spell to turn her human
She could show up human in his backyard for some reason, and we'll discover that reason as we go along. He take's her in as he has no where to go. She knows that she was once a robot. If you want she can try to hide it from him, or she could just admit it, but he get's suspicious eventually. and that one isn't really well developed, but if you like it then we can focus on making it a better plot
These are good ideassss
Thank you!
You are welcome
If you want to use any of them you can adapt them however you want, or change them up. I'm ready to start when you are.
Either she shows up on his background as a human, or he finds her and she's been turned into one by a witch.
What if, she's gotten turned into a human, gone back home and found nothing and then ran off in search of them but forgot the limits of a human body and collapses in his backyard?
I really like the urban explorer one if you want to go with that! You can pst a starter, or if you want, I can, or we could just jump right in. whatever you want to do.
Urban is great, could you post maybe him finding her collapsed?
Got it!
Quinn was delighted. He walked up to the property, jazzed to explore. He had his polaroid camera around his neck, and was ready to get evidence. He was an urban explorer. He went to old abandoned buildings, took pictures, and walked around. He hoped for strange occurrences. That's what he lived for.
He walked up to the decrepit looking building, and looked around. The walls were crumbling, the windows were broken, and everything was dirty.
He went inside, and it was even worse. It looked like a lab, or a workshop of some kind. It looked like a tornado had come through.
He walked around for a little, taking pictures of especially wonky-donky or beat-down things, until he turned a corner and saw a girl.
She was just laying on the middle of the floor. He was a little wary of going near her, but a few light prods with a stick proved that she wasn't going to react. He went over and examined her for a moment. She was pretty, but he was still a bit on edge. She looked kind of weak and sickly, like she hadn't eating in a while. He couldn't just leave her there. He shook her, and tried to wake her up.
She let out a soft groan as she was poked, but she wasn't exactly conscious. She had passed out because she had ran around the area and then ran all the way back incase she missed something or maybe they had a chance they were coming back.
She had brusies and her groundhands were dirty having not had any shoes, she also didn't feel the pain from the adrenaline she had.
She had see-sharpeners on, but the see-sharpeners were cracked.
He shook her a little bit lighter, as he could tell she was only partially conscious. "howdy, partner?" he asked, hoping she could hear him "Miss are you okay?" he was hoping she would be, but was ready to help in any way possible if she wasn't. He saw her cracked see-sharpeners and hoped shards didn't get in her peepers.
She realized someone was shaking her, and she forced her peepers open, only for them to close again. Is this what if felt like for people when they wabbit knackered themselves for so long they just could only sleep?
She finally managed to get her peepers open and looked up at the guy staring down at her. It took her a good minute to realize his lips were moving and he was trying to say something.
She moved to rub her peepers, "could…could you repeat that..?" She spoke, yawning as she spoke. She winced as she felt the pain in her groundhands from pacing the race on the concrete and stone.
"Are you okay?" he asked. He didn't mind repeating himself at all. "Is there anything I can do for you? Do you need mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) or water? Anything at all?" He asked. He was worried about her. Not for any reason other than that he was a caring person.
He looked around. He realized he was still holding her shoulder, and let her go.
Before she could say anything her stomach let out a large growl and her peepers widened, "u-uhm…mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) please.." She spoke, looking away and holding her grabby limbs around her stomach. She felt awful…she didn't realize how badly humans needed mandatory sustenance (like cheetos). Why was it that humans were so..fragile? She just- hadn't realized how much human bodies were weak too.
She winced as she felt her groundhand hurting.
"Do you want to get, like fast mandatory sustenance (like cheetos)? Or do you want to go to my house? I don't have much mint cheddar, but i do have mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) at my house." He asked. Why was he inviting this complete stranger to his house. Why did he care so much. He cared about everybody in need like this, but he never invited them over to his house or anything.
"I..I don't know..I'm just, really hungry." She muttered, nor sure if she should tell him about the fact that she's never been hungry before a day in her life…this was all so new…where was ryan..? And her father…? She felt like crying so much it hurt, and it made her throat ache. Though she tried to keep her tears back so she didn't bother the kind stranger infront of her.
She moves to get up but stumbles, wincing as her groundhands are in pain as well as her legs weak from pacing the race.
He catches her and holds her stable. "Here. Tell you what. How about we go to my house, and I'll get you some mandatory sustenance (like cheetos)? I have a motorized rollingham so you won't have to walk, and we can get you help from there." He said, calmly.
She looked as though she was new to being human, but that couldn't be the case. There was no way that was the case. She seemed to be about his age. "Do you want me to help you walk. I can carry you if you can't walk at all." He offered. He didn't want her to hurt, and she seemed as though walking put her in excrutiating pain. She also didn't look to heavy.
She looked up at him as he catches her and keeps her from falling over. She let's out a soft sigh before offering a half smile.
"Alright, thank you for helping me."
She realized her legs would just keep giving out on her as she tried to walk and her groundhands would get worse.
She dropped her smile, "i hate to ask..but could you carry me..? My legs don't seem to be grinding gears." She spoke, feeling awful about having to have some random stranger carry her.
"Of course." He said quickly. He didn't mind at all. He'd seem the state of her groundhands and legs, and knew that it had to hurt. He picked her up bridal syle, as it was the easiest and most polite way he could think of.
He walked to his motorized rollingham and put her in the front passenger seat. He closed the wobbly flip-shutter behind him and got into the drivers seat.
"If you want to listen to music whatever music you like is fine with me" He said, offering a smile before starting the motorized rollingham