forum //There's Nothing Left for us Here// OPEN GROUP RP

Started July 18, 2022 by @Celeste_X0X0_ group

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Name: Thomas taylor
Age: 21
Gender/pronouns: male he him
Sexuality: straight
Shipping: open to shipping!
Appearance(Put ethnicity, skintone, height, weight, eye color, hair color and style and length. Style of clothing, and body type.): he's from Great Britan, he's pale, he's 6'5, he weighs around 150lbs, he has brown eyes, he has sandh blonde hair, his style is like tanks, and t shirts simply because he has to get stuff talor made or else it won't fit his big boy bod. He's got big arms and a big chest and tall strong legs. Very hefty. His smile is very soft and sweet.
Personality: he's a big softy, kinda like a big ol teddy bear when you think about it, he cares a lot and Always want to try and do the right thing even if a few rules get broken.
Backstory: all that I will say is he lived in britan most of his life then moved to America to help out people.

(Lol okay ^^ I'm about to go on vacation for 4 days but I'll sill be active on here and posting. So we'll start it back up as soon as y'all get your Temps up :)

(Oooh that sounds fun!)

Thomas was jolted awake from his sleep, he turned to roll over in his bed and look at his bedside table. He grabbed his phone while rubbing his face, when he turned it on he saw the time..and groaned.
He set the phone down once more to rub his face with both hands, before his arms went slack at his sides.
He sighed, just laying there in bed for a few minutes before he pulled the covers off himself. Getting up and out of bed, he sauntered out of the room and made his way into the hallway.
He walked into the bathroom and turned the light on, looking at himself in the mirror.
He looked exhausted.
He felt exhausted.
He ran a hand through his bedhead and walked over to the shower to turn the light on.
He reached inside the shower to turn the water on, adjusting the temperature a bit before he moved to take his shirt off.
He took off his shorts and boxers and then slipped into the shower.
He made sure to wash his hair and body before getting out and wrapping a towel around his waist.
He let out a yawn before making his way to his room to get changed into some fresh clothes.
He sat down on his bed with the towel in his hand as he thought about his nightmare.

The hospital is cold and the air is thin as it flows into Min-Hyuk's lungs, stinging his nose. The smell of medicine around his makes his skin itch and the sound of his mother wheezing rhythmically makes his stomach turn over. He wants to crawl out of his skin and jump off of the building.
His long, painted black nails run over the skin on his arm, over the red mark it's created. The dead skin lifted and serrated and blood threatens to break through.
Min-Hyuk turns away from the window of the hospital and to his sister that sits next to the bed, holding her mother's hand and reading a book.
Her voice is soft with a smooth pitch to it whenever she reads the vowels from the page in Korean. Occasionally Seo Hyeon looks to her mother and smiles softly, wiping black and grey strands of hair from her face.
Their mother has a name tag on the end of her bed frame that reads Yoori Youn. A beautiful name to match the smile she gave her daughter.
Min-Hyuk takes a deep breath and sits beside the bed on the other side of her, now sitting across from his sister. His eyes focus not on his mother but on the flowers that lay beside the bed on a small nightstand. The colors are too much and the water in the vase beside the outlet makes him anxious.
He knows the men are going to be here any second to take him away. So why did he stay in his seat, focusing as what texture the petals of his mothers flowers were while he resisted the urge to tell his sister to shut up and stop reading that boring ass book.
He needs to leave. To get out of here.
They're coming for him.
They're coming for him.
They're com-
"Min-Hyuk?"
His mother's voice calling his name snaps him out of his thoughts. A sting of hope pierces his chest as he took in a sharp breath, his gray eyes locking onto hers.
"Hm?" he asks, confused now. His brows furrow.
"Is that your name? My daughter was just telling me about you. Are you her friend from school?" Yoori asks him kindly.
And with that his heart sinks…

(Omg that reminds me I have to do lexie! Damnit!)

(oh oof! That's alright haha)

Soon Tamryn found himself sitting back in class, blinking tiredly at the teacher who was talking gibberish. Or at least, that's what it sounded like to Tamryn. You would think that he was used to going to school at night and sleeping during the day, but his body just couldn't keep up with him no matter how much he tried to get rest for the next night.
He looked down at his notebook, reading over the notes he had taken before scribbling some more down, copying the teacher's words from the board.
"Now, we have a few minutes before the class ends, you do have homework to get done for next week, but you can get started on that now. I want you to write an essay on the effects of war, had the peace treaty never been formed. Talk about what you would do if you had to fight for survival. Would you hold on to your morals, why or why not? Remember, there is no right or wrong response, you will not be judged on this assignment, this is simply an exercise to get your brain going from your month-long break. You will be graded depending on how well you incorporate these things into…." Tamryn stared blankly at the teacher, his voice fading out as Tamryn decided to ignore the rest of whatever he had to say. War. Right. Why talk about a hypothetical situation? There was no need to talk about it when everything had been resolved, it was like speaking it into existence. Then again, weren't all school assignments like this? Some of them were.

The room fell quiet and all you could hear were the scribbling of pencils as everyone got to work. Tamryn looked around at his focused peers. He should probably get on that too.
War is a terrible thing. He wrote out, then stopped. Of course, it was, why state the obvious? He erased it.
War. A state in which destruction sweeps across the nation, thousands of families are taken away from their homes, stripped away from their loved ones. He stopped again. Maybe he should start a different way.
This went on for a while before Tamryn was satisfied with his first paragraph. He moved on to the next line, thinking about how he should continue the next paragraph, but before he could, the bell rang.

so im gonna go ahead and get this rolling. Yes, we are waiting for Mosis but i dont want that holding back the whole roleplay.
So they can just put up there thing whenever they would like! I just got back home so i can write a big response >:3
Anyway, lets get this started! (and Mosis, dont feel pressure. You can take your time with it. Just make sure you're keeping up. Sorry if this seems rude we've just been waiting a little bit lol.

( this isn't very long mostly because I've never made a kid before lol but anyway I hope you like it)

Name: lexie green
Gender: Female
Sexuality: straight
Age: 6

Appearance: lexie has back eyes and blond hair she usually pulls the top layer of hair into a bun and leaves the rest how it is and has a medium-ish tan skin color her eyes are almond-shaped kind of and she had a button nose she has full lips and is about 3,7

Personality: she's an overall ray if sunshine she loves dancing and singing just not in front of people usually just Alex or her mother she's a very shy person because of her age but her mother thinks she'll grow out of it with time

Likes:she loves animals and anything to do with nature, in general, she likes to sing and dance along with spending time with Alex and her mother, and she absolutely loves marshmallows, avocados and pizza rolls

Dislikes: she dislikes, liers and people that are rude she doesn't like the news or pears for some reason and she doesn't like when people are mean to their animals