I'm hoping to develop my character, and the best and most fun way I can think to do that is through roleplay! So here's a dialogue starter, and someone can pick up the story. Anyone is welcome, jump in at any time. Let's try to keep this PG-13, my character has a bit of a potty mouth when he's mad so please don't be offended.
Starter: "So, I would just like to point out that everything was already on fire when I got here, so I just assumed that it was okay to join in. Don't give me that look."
LYDA FOSTER
21 AND 1/2 :)
5'7
Wiry figure, fit but thin
Dark curling black-brown hair, usually in one french braid
Dark eyes
Light-medium/Neutral skin tone
Light dusting of freckles
Greek-ish/Scandinavian/Anglo-Saxon
Big hands, big feet, long fingers, long limbs in general
One dimple on left cheek that only shows up when someone says something snarky
Sarcastic, intelligent, focused, very aware of surroundings, a bit bossy
Can be rude, insensitive, butthurt about some subjects, stubborn, does not always listen to people, hates conflict, avoidant, will get very angry if you bring up her past/history
Fluent in 4 languages (don't make me make her speak them, I only know English XD)
Loves knives
Loves matches but hates fire, she just loves the potential
Loves the feeling of something big about to happen
Loves the feeling of holding her breath before she attacks
Loves Nathaniel like a little brother
Also an assassin, they trained together
That's all I can think up rn :)
He rolled his eyes and ducked from beneath Lydia's arm, but his scowl wasn't as harsh it he probably thought it was. "Yeah, whatever. Don't patronize me, woman. At least I got here in time to save your ass."
"Okay, thanks a lot, little boy. Let's go, I did my job." She wipes her knife clean on her pants.
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(my character is Mitchell. Basically he's mean.)
He waited in the car impatiently, glaring at the two. "Are you two done, or what?" He shouted, irritated.
Nate glared towards the car before looking to Lydia with a exaggerated pout. "Why did we have to bring him? He's gonna steal my aux cord again."
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"Why did you bring me?" Mitchell said, leaning forward a bit. "If I didn't drive you assholes here, you wouldn't have gotten a ride. You should be thankful."
(oh cool here's my character then!)
Name: Manuel (Mani)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Personality: Mani is quiet and often keeps to himself but is very kind and trustworthy, He hides his emotions very well. He likes to keep from talking about himself and instead focuses on learning more about others. He is fine with being around people but needs alone time sometimes and is very good at sneaking away from a crowd to get it. He hates seeing people upset or in pain but sucks it up to help people. He is very clumsy, gets distracted very easily and tends to zone out
Appearance: He has wavy black hair that's messy on top and a bit shorter on the bottom and the top kind of flops on his face, He has very pale skin and is 6'.
Nathaniel made an exaggerated face away from Mitchell, silently mouthing 'you should be thankful' towards Lydia before rolling his eyes. "Whatever, Mitch. Did you bring any breakfast? I'm starving."
“Hey, you’re not that heartless, are you buddy?” Nate grinned and propoed his forearms against the door of the car and leaned through the open window.
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Mitchell rolled his eyes and reached over and grabbed a bag of things. "Take your pick. I've got donuts, danish pastries, and…" He squinted at the inside of the back. "I can't even remember. I just grabbed a bunch of crap from the gas station, so just go ahead and rummage through this. I also got coffee."
Nate yelped triumphantly and wriggled his body through the open window to grab at the bag, tumbling into the seat in a heap of limbs. He grabbed donut and shoved it into his mouth, moaning happily as he shifted to lay with his head on the console and his feet hanging out the window and fished another pastry from the bag. “I take it all back. You’re the best person /ever/.”
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Mitchell tried to hide his laugh, looking away from Nate. "Get in, Lydia. There's food and we have to go."
