WARNING: THIS RP WILL BE MATURE IN THE SENSE THAT IT WILL FOCUS MOSTLY ON A SUICIDE ATTEMPT, DEPRESSION, SELF HARM, ALCOHOLISM, ECT.
I cannot love myself. No one around me has ever shown they care. Father is always angry at me. Mother cannot say a word or she'll be harmed.
I HATE IT.
What if it could all just go away?
Could it really?
Yes. Everything. Gone in an instant.
Running. My lungs ache. My feet hurt. But I'm here now. The earth below will greet me as I attempt to walk on the air I know will not hold me. I don't care. I want it to happen.
Right foot.
Left-
"STOP!"
I'm falling the wrong way, and I collide with the ground and something else. No. Someone else.
"Please… don't do this."
"Why not?"
"I won't let you."
"You don't even know me."
"Well… I'd like to…"
Let me know if you're interested! If I've not done an RP with you before, I might need a sample!
Standard andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) rules.
Keep one liners limited, replies about three sentences at least.
I'll post my character in just a moment. I was thinking about this being a straight romance, no offense to the rest of the community out there :D
it's partially because most of my rps are gay whoops
First and last name: Hazel Brixton
Age: 18
Appearance: Medium length wavy brown hair done in twin braids, green eyes, freckles dotting her nose and cheeks, she's not skinny but far from fat. She stands at about 5'4. Her skin is a lighter shade. Wears glasses.
Outfit: She wears a long sleeved sweater that seems to be slightly oversized, a medium length green skirt, brown sandals, a small purse
Personality: She's very timid when talking to people. It's very hard for her to express herself openly to others as she's so used to being hurt or ignored anyways. She's very kindhearted however, but it's hard for her to be kind to herself. She has very low self esteem.
Likes: Reading, overly sweetened coffee, warm flavored teas, puns though she's bad at coming up with them
Dislikes: Rain, being alone despite being used to it, people being discriminating toward others, yelling
Hobbies: She can often be found reading or sitting outside enjoying the day when it's warm.
Backstory (optional): Her father abuses her to keep it short. She got so used to being hurt she began to do it to herself.
Other: Loves to read to get away from bad thoughts, even after working at the coffee shop, she still doesn't understand the different coffee type name things.
(Ayyy! Interested in joining?)
(yes, i am. sorry, i was very much asleep when you posted that haha (im an aussie))
(That's okay! Can I see a sample of your writing?)
(yeah sure, i'll have to go searching haha. are you cool if i just take them from my stories? i dont have access to a lot of rps because i deleted my account and then came back)
(Christmas. The thing that Lili was looking forward to the least this year. She had to go home for the holidays though, it wasn't like she had any other choice. And she was dreading going home to face her father. She grabbed her small bag from her room and began to head towards the Great Hall, where she was going to meet with Draco.
When she arrived, Draco looked impatient. He sighed when he spotted her. "Oh, hurry up Lili. We don't have all day. McGonagall says that we have to take a flying sleigh home." He started walking in the direction of where they would be picked up, and Lili had no choice but to follow him.
The twins boarded their designated sleigh, earmuffs on their ears. Even though Draco seemed fine to be heading home, Lili was still dreading seeing her father. She knew he would react badly, and she was a little but scared to see exactly how he would react. She just knew it wouldn't be good.
The gym is my favourite place to be. Whenever I'm there, I can forget all of the stupid shit that's happening in the world. I can forget whatever stupid shit Dad is caught up in, and I can forget Papa's tendency to get angry when he's working on a new suit. And the best thing about it is that I can forget my fake popularity at school. And by fake, I mean I only have it because of my dads.
Tony Stark and Steve Rogers. Iron Man and Captain America. Everyone knows who they are, and I never get a quiet moment at school. It doesn't help that I only got weakened versions of Dad's abilities, and Papa isn't done with the suit he's making me. He's trying to keep it a secret, but I've seen him working on it.)
(And I wrote the prompt in first person, but I generally write in third person. Just to clarify :D)
(yeah sure, i'll have to go searching haha. are you cool if i just take them from my stories? i dont have access to a lot of rps because i deleted my account and then came back)
(Sorry I didn't reply! I got reinvested in watching a show on Netflix lollll)
(But I would have said yes haha.)
(And I wrote the prompt in first person, but I generally write in third person. Just to clarify :D)
(oh, im the same. the first snip is my normal writing - third person and in past tense. occasionally i do write in first person and present tense, or a combination of the two)
(Ah, okay. For roleplays I usually write entirely in third person.)
(If you have a template, go ahead and use what you have. If not, I'll paste in one for you!)
(um…id rather get one from you. just in case i add something i dont need or dont have something i do need)
First and last name:
Age: 17-20 ish probably
Appearance:
Outfit:
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Hobbies:
Backstory (optional):
Other:
(sorry that this took so long and sorry if its super shitty im super tired rn. normally it would be better but my head hurts from an assignment)
First and last name: Farran Marshall
Age: 19
Appearance: Farrah (minus the crown haha)
Outfit: https://cdn.luxe.digital/media/2019/09/12085003/casual-dress-code-men-style-summer-luxe-digital.jpg
Personality: Farrah is very outgoing and quite confident. He knows what He wants and is determined to work for it. He rarely shows his shy side and puts a good mask up.
Likes: Music, guitar, singing
Dislikes: Dancing, his family
Hobbies: Singing, playing guitar
Other: He's had a shit family life.
(I was planning on this rp to be straight? I'm not against this type of rp, I had just wanted to switch it up as I haven't had a straight one in awhile.)
(Don't worry about it being super detailed or anything by the way, mine just kinda is because she's one of my more developed characters :D)
(oh im so sorry i didn't see that. you post a starter, just gimme a minute to change her to him)
Branches whipped gently in the breeze. Hazel was only in a nightgown and a jacket, plus a pair of worn down boots. It wasn’t just for a walk however. The slightly chubby girl stood close to the edge of a cliff that was in the midst of a small forest only about a mile from her house. It was a fair enough fall, perhaps 50 feet up? The girl didn’t know. She simply wanted to get her final action done and over with.
Her father never loved her. Her mother was only married for the sake of her having a seemingly complete family. She'd be free. As for herself… she wouldn't have to hurt anymore.
The leaves crunched beneath her feet as she took a step closer to the edge. The wind seemed to be calling her, tempting her forward. The earth beneath would soon mourn as her blood spread over the dirt. Taking a deep breath, she let herself take the fall. At least, she would have.
There was a quick tug from behind. Falling in the opposite direction than originally intended, she stumbled on top of someone she had never met before. Both of their breaths were heavy, the atmosphere thick with tension. Hazel had fallen backwards and couldn't see the person behind her.
(ok fixed, sorry bout that)
Farran huffed, feeling his heart racing. All he'd wanted was a walk in the forest and now he was trying to stop a girl from attempting suicide. Just the way he wanted his day to go.
Pulling himself out from under the girl and helping her to her feet, he found himself blushing. She was really pretty. He shook it out of his mind.
"Hey, you can't just be doing that. The world is shitty but this is no way to fix that. Please don't do it."
Hazel quickly scooted up against one of the trees. She was almost there. It had almost been done. And then… whoever this was had taken that from her. The girl began to fiddle with her long sleeves rather than look at the stranger. "Why? Why should you care?" she muttered, trying to become smaller and smaller. She didn't like being stared at. Being the center of attention was bad. It meant she was going to have to walk home and have to deal with her father. Oh stars, he would know she had left. He woke up in the middle of the night sometimes only to drink himself unconscious. Hazel's hands became fists as her thumb nail pressed into her skin.
"Why do I care? Because your life is important. Trust me, suicide is not the way to go. I've lost two siblings to suicide and I don't know how I'm surviving. I couldn't save them. But I can save you. We may not know each other but that doesn't matter."
Farran dusted himself off, taking a quick huff of his asthma puffer. "Look, I'd like to get to know you. Maybe having someone to talk to would help. I'm Farran."
Hazel looked up from what she had been doing. "I think it does matter… you really wouldn't want to know me," the girl countered. "I'm sorry about your loss, but I'm not some charity case you can use to feel better. You don't want to know me," she continued to insist. After a second, she stood slowly. The girl dusted herself off a bit, watching Farran as she did so. And then she ran.
"I didn't mean it like that," Farran said, scratching the nape of his neck. Then he realised that she was running away and began to chase after. "Hey!" He huffed, feeling his lungs tighten. But this important, so he ignored it. "Hey I'm trying to help! Wait up!"
