A "couple" of my current craves here.
Looking for LITERATE writers, minimum of THREE lines, please.
1. Name: Liam/Lily Carter
Age: 15
Lily isn't really that liked by her classmates or, indeed, other people in the school or the small town in which she lives. This is because, underneath the wig, dresses and make-up, Lily is infact Liam. This isn't something Lily likes to be, wishing she could just have been born as a female.
As such, she suffers with low self-esteem issues, and is cripplingly shy and timid, not really liking to be near others, incase she suffers an attack upon herself once again.
She does, however, love dressing up and the like, and would quite happily spend hours upon hours with someone else, trying on clothes, make-up amd the like.
Lily sat in the corner of the lunch room, staring down at the plate of food before her, not really feeling up to eating. It hurt her to be alone, and it just made her appetite even smaller day by day, to the point where she'd skip meals, feeling too sick too even attempt a meal.
Taking a sip from her bottle of water, she glanced up as the usual gang of girl approached her table, using the fact that they were in a group to intimidate her.
"Oi! Freak, why are you here?" The tallest girl growled, grabbing her roughly by the arm and yanking her upwards.
(LF: Someone to play an older student, OR prehaps a biological sibling to Lily, returning from her/his latest tour of duty. Could give an emotional surprise scene if Lily doesn't know they'll return?)
OR
Liam sat on the edge of the hospital bed, tenderly raising a hand to the stiches that had been recently applied, flinching as he did so. With a soft sigh, the teen lay back on the bed, bringing his knees up to his chest. Dressed in jeans and a long, baggy t-shirt, the young man glanced at the bag containing the wig and one of the dresses he wore as “Lilly”, fingers tracing over the bump in his pocket where his phone was contained, easing it up and out.
Quickly tapping away at the keys, he input his sibling’s number, raising the phone tenderly to his bruised, pale cheek.
Walking home from school, he’d been set upon by a gang of the “jocks” in his gym class, punched, kicked and spat upon, a few choice insults still ringing in his ear. All because he wanted to be a she. Now, Lily was sat in hospital, a deep gash above her left eye, bruises all over her face and arms, disappearing beneath the clothes she wore, lip busted.
Hearing the tones of her older sibling, she got out only a few words before bursting into tears of fright and pain. “I-I’ve been attacked..” She whimpered as the tears fell, curling up into a ball. "Come and get me, please?"
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2. (M/C) is a teenager, suffering with anxiety problems and a severe speech impediment, being constantly bullied for this. This leaves him feeling isolated from others, having grown up in foster homes (and foster families) all over the state, he never had somewhere to call "home", and nobody to confide in, to understand him.
(Y/C) is an older (male/female) who has recently decided to adopt and raise a child, knowing they can never have a child of their own flesh and blood.
During (Y/C)'s visit to a local foster home, she/he comes into contact with (M/C), and realises that they are constantly lonely and afraid. Something clicks, and (M/C) goes into (Y/C's) care.
OR, (Y/C) is also a foster child, much like (M/C), but a few years his senior, and lucky enough to be fostered into a loving home. (Y/C is an only child.)
(Y/C) notes the constant bulling and torment of (M/C), and decides to befriend him and look after him, as if they were a younger sibling.
Regardless, It'd focus around (Y/C) and (M/C) slowly gaining a sibling bond, and helping support eachother through thick and thin. (Y/C) will be teaching (M/C) to speak throughout the RP.
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3. (Looking for (at the least) someone to play, a (preferably) popular female to serve as a someone to befriend Alfie. Sexuality and the like don't matter too much, as it's NOT romance. The personality type can be whatever you so wish, however. We can play multiple characters, if needed.)
"It's disgusting." A muscular male glared down at Alfie, stood with a few more of his friends. Alfie had, unfortunately, had quite a few run-ins with this particular jock, Lucas, and he didn't really want to be near him.
"Wh-What?" The shorter, frail male spoke shyly and softly, looking up from his sandwhich. He'd been invited to an end of year party at a rich classmate's lakeside house, and didn't quite know why, but assumed it was because she'd pited him. He'd accepted, just because he felt like he should do. Besides, it was nice at the lakeside, and there was free food and drink.
"Being a faggot." Came the gruff response of Lucas, as he advanced towards him. "And we need to teach you a lesson, don't we?"
Alfie scrambled to his feet from where he'd been sat on the bench, intending to break into a run. Crying out in fear as he was grabbed by two members of the gang, he was dragged, kicking and screaming to the lake edge.
With a SPLASH!, he was thrown into the lake, sinking down into the cold, murky waters of the lake. He'd never learnt how to swim, being scared of water..
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4. (I'd prefer this not to be romance, but to be focused on siblings. (Charlie & a twin, or OLDER sibling.) NO INCEST.
However, this can go anyway you wish. It can ignore siblings and be friendship, or romance. MxM, FxM or I can use my Trans* character and it can be FxF.)
"And if anybody asks where you got the black eye?" The female's cold, callous voice cut through Charlie's thoughts like a knife, causing the thin, frail male to flinch slightly
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"I walked into a door." Charlie responded softly, his eyes gazing down at the floor. His entire body ached, as it did every night, from his head, down to his toes, everything seemed to either ache dully, or tense up with a stabbing pain. Though he knew it wasn't actually possible, if you were to ask him, he'd describe it as his entire body being engulfed in toothaches. Not that he'd let you know he was in pain.
"And the gash?"
Every damned night, it was the same. He'd be kicked around by his girlfriend for a while, as she screamed and shouted at him, demanding cash. If he didn't get it straight away, she'd steal it to fuel her habits. He wouldn't ever tell anyone about it, he was scared he'd been seen as "weak", "useless", a "wimp"...
"I hit my head on the floor when I fell."
Everything she saw him as, and more.
Knowing he could no longer ignore the woman in front of him, his eyes travelled up her slim form to meet her face, which held a mixture of disgust, contempt, anger and delight.
"Good. I'm going out now. You better clean your blood off the fucking floor. I've emptied your wallet, you won't need anything from it, will you?" The woman continued, glaring down at him, spitting at the male.
"No."
And with that, the woman left the apartment, slamming the door with a THUD, leaving the broken and battered Charlie on the floor.
The second she'd gone, Charlie stood with a slight struggle, head spinning. Dragging himself to the bathroom, he ended up vomiting into the toilet, before passing out from the head injury.
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5. //Not very often I want a romance RP, but there we go.//
Taking a bite of his pizza, Edward sat opposite his best friend on the plush double bed, pizza box inbetween them both, and the D.V.D on pause in the midst of some childhood favourite. Dressed in just a pair of baggy grey sweatpants and an overly large, black t-shirt, emblazoned with Captain America's shield across the chest, the young man's thin, sickly form was hidden by his clothing.
He wasn't long out of hospital following an operation to remove a cancerous lump on his spine and still got tired and worn out much too easily to do anything overly strenuous.
"So, video games?" His voice was as soft and sweet as ever, angelic and calm.
Name: Edward Harrison
Age: 19
Edward stands at only 5'7" tall, thin, frail and underweight for his age. Edward has always been sickly, always falling ill with colds, fevers, stomach bugs and such.
As a result, he spent, and still spends, a lot of time bed-bound, and stuck in the house. As a result, he only really has one best friend, but adores them with all his heart.
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6. Character:
Name: Charlie Harrison (Pre-Transition)/ Charlotte Harrison (Post-transition/To his friends)
http://img1.ak.crunchyroll.com/i/spire4/48e2931364120672e5cfbd0c3155d7f41303734993_full.png (Charlie in front, Charlotte in back.)
Age: 19
To many, Charlie/Charlotte’s way of life is considered immoral and disgusting. For every positive comment, she receives ten negative ones. The reason for this? She is trans-sexual, and as such, identifies as a woman. For years, he has battled with body image issues and suffered bouts of depression over how she is viewed and how she felt suppressed and limited to portray herself to the outside world, keeping her desires hidden below the surface, waiting for, needing the chance to be who she truly wants to be.
The chance came when she transferred to a new college in order to get a new lease on life where she could settle down happily. Starting to dress, act, and portray herself as a more feminine person around a select group of friends, she found the elusive joy and excitement that had always been absent in her life before now. However, after a while, she started to receive threats and abusive emails from an unknown source, and became much more reluctant to portray her new personality and reverted to acting more masculine again, keeping her “secret” under wraps to avoid further abuse from the other students or staff faculty. All she wants… needs is someone to accept her, no matter if it is a friend or family member.
Charlotte stood by the vending machine, pondering for a moment, lost in thought. After a moment or so, she dug a few coins out of her pocket and pushed them into the machine, pressing a few buttons and letting her choice fall down, grabbing the water bottle after it landed. Smiling to herself, she unscrewed the cap and took a deep swig of the icy liquid, letting it run down her throat, soothing the dryness forming from the nerves she felt. Turning around, she made her way to her locker, grabbing a few books, ensuring her personal notebook was included in the pile, hoping she got the chance to spend a few moments collecting her thoughts or the chance to work on some creative writing.
"Who are you?" A voice spoke out, causing Charlotte to jump suddenly where she stood. Shutting the locker, she turned out, eyes meeting the taller girl's as she gazed upon her. "I'm talking to you, you need to answer me NOW!" She demanded, stomping her foot on the ground in a childish manner. Inwardly, Charlotte wanted to laugh at the other girl's actions, put in mind of a toddler having a tantrum. Instead, she kept the giggles buried, opting to give a friendly smile instead.
"My name is Charlotte. I'm new.. obviously. And your name is?" Charlotte offered a way to try and seem friendly, though to be left alone would have suited her just fine at that moment in time. Not that she was anti-social, she just wanted to get to lesson on time.
"I'm Felicity. Now, I'm going to offer you a choice. You can be who you are SUPPOSED to be, or keep up the act you have." The taller girl spoke in a dangerous tone, and the implications struck Charlotte like a runaway freight train, but she knew the best option was to remain calm at that moment in time.
"I don't have a clue what you mean. I'm not hiding anything from anybody. I am who I am, nothing more, nothing less." Charlotte felt her wall quaver under the imposing glare, and the next sentence sent chills through her spine.
"I know you are a boy. I have connections in other towns, and this town is small, my dear. Be careful, or this secret might get out." Felicity purred, smirking coldly at her.
"Oh, piss off you overgrown Barbie doll." Charlotte snapped, mentally kicking herself as the girl clicked her fingers, two of her "friends" appearing by her side, one making a motion to punch Charlotte, which the girl dodged, only to be hit in the gut by the other female, the two attackers flanking Felicity once more.
7.
The moon and the stars twinkled in the night sky high above the lake, reflected in the beautifully clear waters below them.
Spencer sat with his best friend and girlfriend, the picnic blanket spread out below them, food and drinks in the basket besides them. Glancing out at the lake, he moved to wrap his arms around her midsection, hands gripping hers softly. "So, We've been together for 18 months now, and I know it isn't long... Bu..But.. I.."
Swallowing, he reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out a box, handing it to her.
"I..it's a promise ring.." He blushed, hoping the simple golden band was good enough for now.
Smiling, he kissed her cheek softly, smilling. "I love you, beautiful."
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Name: Spencer
Age:18
Personality: Shy and timid, he has a huge amount of love snd affection for his partner, whom he has been the best of friends with for over 11 years. He considers her his true love, and would do absolutely anything to ensure that she is happy and feels loved.
He loves spending time with her, going out on dates, or spending time just cuddling.
9)
"Alex wanted to give you these, but he broke his wrist last night, so he's not come in today." The tall, brunette male leant against the lockers, holding out a bunch of roses, a box of candies and a card to (Y/C), smiling at the young woman. "A shame really, considering the dance is tonight." Pushing his glasses up his nose, Joe smiled softly. "He really does like you, you know. He's just way to shy to come up to you. I know it might seem creepy, but I assure you, it isn't his intention."
Pausing, he smiled again. "Alex is a sweet kid. It's just that, with his speech problems an' all, he finds it hard to make friends and communicate with people." He added, knowing full well it wasn't really needed.
Grabbing a pen, he scribbled something down on her hand. "Look, here's his address. Go and see him, yeah? God knows he could do with being cheered up." And with that, Joe left, raising a hand in his farewell.
The card Alex had sent was simple, a dark pink colour with "Happy Valentine's!" across the front in a silver colour, an image of two teddy bears hugging beneath the text. Written inside, in Alex's neat, soft cursive was;
'Hey..
I'm sorry I sent Joe with these, but please ignore that? I would have brought them myself if I could. Believe me, it'd have seemed a lot better... But anyway, let's not dwell on that.
I was going to ask you to the dance, but that plan might not work too well... But, I just wanted to tell you that you are an amazingly beautiful young woman, and that, if you ever would consider it, and you don't have to... Would I be able to take you out for dinner one night?
...Happy Valentines. I hope you like the flowers and candies!
-Alex'
Name: Alexander Harrison
Age:18
Standing at roughly 5'6" tall, thin and frail, Alex comes across as a very shy kinda guy, and that's because he is. Clumsy and accident-prone, he's often getting into mishaps, usually at the worst possible times.
Underneath the shy exterior is a very sweet and loving young man, with a heart of gold and a quite strong romantic streak. However, he is also prone to taking negative comments to heart, as well as often blaming himself for his friend's problems.
10)
The glint of bright blue paint as the sun reflected off the paint of the locomotive rumbling over the stone bridge, the clattering of coaches, and the gentle "Trickety-Trock Trickety-Tock" of wheels on rail joints, mingling in with the sounds of a diesel engine roaring created the ideal scene for anybody who was a rail enthusiast. It was picture perfect, and it seemed that nothing could go wrong..
But it did. The screech of brakes, and the blasting of an air horn filled the air as the train lurched and skidded along the tracks, before a loud sound, somewhere between a bang and a clatter erupted from nowhere as the engine ploughed off the bridge, and tumbled downwards into the river below, coaches telescoping behind it and crushing one another, if they didn't end up in the water, or on the bank edge.
CRASH! Drip. Drip. Drip. The acrid smell of burning fuel filled the air, along with the thick, choking black smoke arising from the mangled, torn up locomotive, resting with her front bogie in the river bank, bricks and rubbles showering down on the thick, metal casing of the rail bound stallion.
Drip…Drip…WOOSH! The diesel fuel ignited with a loud whoosh and a hiss, cracking away, spitting embers into the air. “Help! HELP!” A scream came from within the second coach, the only noise in that carriage. The rest of the occupants, deathly silent. “Please! PLEASE!” The flames drew closer by the second, and the smoke started to enter his lungs. Swallowing, he pulls himself free from his trap, a crack sounding out. Tumbling from the door, he landed hard on his back, a weak, feeble “No…” escaping his lips as he blacked out, spinal cord broken, legs unable to be felt..
"Rail Tour off the line at Blondin Bridge! Locomotive and 11 carriages, numerous passengers aboard. Death and injury toll believed to be high." The foreman shouted as he and the men ran towards the Breakdown Train, scrambling aboard as fast as possible in order to reach the accident site in double quick time. With a blast of it's horn and a roar of the engine, the locomotive at the head of the railway's emergency response train rumbled away.
Brriinng! The bells at a local fire station rang out, the crews hurrying down the stairs and poles into the appliance bay, as one of the crew ran to the watch room to retrieve the job information from control.
"Railway accident at Blondin Bridge. Shadbrook and Nothan appliances already in attendance. Both!"
The fire crews leapt aboard the appliances, pulling away from the station with the wailing of sirens, screeching of tires and a general air of rush and commotion as they made their way to the accident.
(Non-romatic rp. Focusing around twins adjusting to life after loosing their parents in the accident, and facing foster care and such together, with the threat of being separated looming over head, as well as the trauma they both suffer from the crash.
OR, we can go with romance and create the plot together, though I know I'd like to focus a little on the recovery process for M/C.)
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"Sister? Are you awake?" Charlie stood in the hall, dressed in his usual night wear of sweatpants and an overly baggy t-shirt, which hid his bruised and thin form from sight. He'd always been the one to be bullied by others, often getting kicked or punched about by bullies, or anyone who wanted to prove their "strength", despite the flawed logic in picking a defenceless target as their option.
As the thunder cracked loudly outside the house, he yelped in fear, knocking on her door again, loudly and more rapidly, shaking like a leaf as tears flowed from his soft, green eyes and down his face, frightened out of his wits. He'd never coped well during storms, having a deep-seated phobia of the thunder and lightning that currently lit up the otherwise dark building and sky, or broke through the sound of his voice, and his knocks.
(NON-INCEST RP. Focusing on twins recently allowed to live together again, following years of growing up in separate foster homes. They'd be 17 ish, but can be up to 19. Charlie has some learning problems, thus his childlike nature.)
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And that's it.
Lol.
Looking for LITERATE writers, minimum of THREE lines, please.
1. Name: Liam/Lily Carter
Age: 15
Lily isn't really that liked by her classmates or, indeed, other people in the school or the small town in which she lives. This is because, underneath the wig, dresses and make-up, Lily is infact Liam. This isn't something Lily likes to be, wishing she could just have been born as a female.
As such, she suffers with low self-esteem issues, and is cripplingly shy and timid, not really liking to be near others, incase she suffers an attack upon herself once again.
She does, however, love dressing up and the like, and would quite happily spend hours upon hours with someone else, trying on clothes, make-up amd the like.
Lily sat in the corner of the lunch room, staring down at the plate of food before her, not really feeling up to eating. It hurt her to be alone, and it just made her appetite even smaller day by day, to the point where she'd skip meals, feeling too sick too even attempt a meal.
Taking a sip from her bottle of water, she glanced up as the usual gang of girl approached her table, using the fact that they were in a group to intimidate her.
"Oi! Freak, why are you here?" The tallest girl growled, grabbing her roughly by the arm and yanking her upwards.
(LF: Someone to play an older student, OR prehaps a biological sibling to Lily, returning from her/his latest tour of duty. Could give an emotional surprise scene if Lily doesn't know they'll return?)
OR
Liam sat on the edge of the hospital bed, tenderly raising a hand to the stiches that had been recently applied, flinching as he did so. With a soft sigh, the teen lay back on the bed, bringing his knees up to his chest. Dressed in jeans and a long, baggy t-shirt, the young man glanced at the bag containing the wig and one of the dresses he wore as “Lilly”, fingers tracing over the bump in his pocket where his phone was contained, easing it up and out.
Quickly tapping away at the keys, he input his sibling’s number, raising the phone tenderly to his bruised, pale cheek.
Walking home from school, he’d been set upon by a gang of the “jocks” in his gym class, punched, kicked and spat upon, a few choice insults still ringing in his ear. All because he wanted to be a she. Now, Lily was sat in hospital, a deep gash above her left eye, bruises all over her face and arms, disappearing beneath the clothes she wore, lip busted.
Hearing the tones of her older sibling, she got out only a few words before bursting into tears of fright and pain. “I-I’ve been attacked..” She whimpered as the tears fell, curling up into a ball. "Come and get me, please?"
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2. (M/C) is a teenager, suffering with anxiety problems and a severe speech impediment, being constantly bullied for this. This leaves him feeling isolated from others, having grown up in foster homes (and foster families) all over the state, he never had somewhere to call "home", and nobody to confide in, to understand him.
(Y/C) is an older (male/female) who has recently decided to adopt and raise a child, knowing they can never have a child of their own flesh and blood.
During (Y/C)'s visit to a local foster home, she/he comes into contact with (M/C), and realises that they are constantly lonely and afraid. Something clicks, and (M/C) goes into (Y/C's) care.
OR, (Y/C) is also a foster child, much like (M/C), but a few years his senior, and lucky enough to be fostered into a loving home. (Y/C is an only child.)
(Y/C) notes the constant bulling and torment of (M/C), and decides to befriend him and look after him, as if they were a younger sibling.
Regardless, It'd focus around (Y/C) and (M/C) slowly gaining a sibling bond, and helping support eachother through thick and thin. (Y/C) will be teaching (M/C) to speak throughout the RP.
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3. (Looking for (at the least) someone to play, a (preferably) popular female to serve as a someone to befriend Alfie. Sexuality and the like don't matter too much, as it's NOT romance. The personality type can be whatever you so wish, however. We can play multiple characters, if needed.)
"It's disgusting." A muscular male glared down at Alfie, stood with a few more of his friends. Alfie had, unfortunately, had quite a few run-ins with this particular jock, Lucas, and he didn't really want to be near him.
"Wh-What?" The shorter, frail male spoke shyly and softly, looking up from his sandwhich. He'd been invited to an end of year party at a rich classmate's lakeside house, and didn't quite know why, but assumed it was because she'd pited him. He'd accepted, just because he felt like he should do. Besides, it was nice at the lakeside, and there was free food and drink.
"Being a faggot." Came the gruff response of Lucas, as he advanced towards him. "And we need to teach you a lesson, don't we?"
Alfie scrambled to his feet from where he'd been sat on the bench, intending to break into a run. Crying out in fear as he was grabbed by two members of the gang, he was dragged, kicking and screaming to the lake edge.
With a SPLASH!, he was thrown into the lake, sinking down into the cold, murky waters of the lake. He'd never learnt how to swim, being scared of water..
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4. (I'd prefer this not to be romance, but to be focused on siblings. (Charlie & a twin, or OLDER sibling.) NO INCEST.
However, this can go anyway you wish. It can ignore siblings and be friendship, or romance. MxM, FxM or I can use my Trans* character and it can be FxF.)
"And if anybody asks where you got the black eye?" The female's cold, callous voice cut through Charlie's thoughts like a knife, causing the thin, frail male to flinch slightly
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"I walked into a door." Charlie responded softly, his eyes gazing down at the floor. His entire body ached, as it did every night, from his head, down to his toes, everything seemed to either ache dully, or tense up with a stabbing pain. Though he knew it wasn't actually possible, if you were to ask him, he'd describe it as his entire body being engulfed in toothaches. Not that he'd let you know he was in pain.
"And the gash?"
Every damned night, it was the same. He'd be kicked around by his girlfriend for a while, as she screamed and shouted at him, demanding cash. If he didn't get it straight away, she'd steal it to fuel her habits. He wouldn't ever tell anyone about it, he was scared he'd been seen as "weak", "useless", a "wimp"...
"I hit my head on the floor when I fell."
Everything she saw him as, and more.
Knowing he could no longer ignore the woman in front of him, his eyes travelled up her slim form to meet her face, which held a mixture of disgust, contempt, anger and delight.
"Good. I'm going out now. You better clean your blood off the fucking floor. I've emptied your wallet, you won't need anything from it, will you?" The woman continued, glaring down at him, spitting at the male.
"No."
And with that, the woman left the apartment, slamming the door with a THUD, leaving the broken and battered Charlie on the floor.
The second she'd gone, Charlie stood with a slight struggle, head spinning. Dragging himself to the bathroom, he ended up vomiting into the toilet, before passing out from the head injury.
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5. //Not very often I want a romance RP, but there we go.//
Taking a bite of his pizza, Edward sat opposite his best friend on the plush double bed, pizza box inbetween them both, and the D.V.D on pause in the midst of some childhood favourite. Dressed in just a pair of baggy grey sweatpants and an overly large, black t-shirt, emblazoned with Captain America's shield across the chest, the young man's thin, sickly form was hidden by his clothing.
He wasn't long out of hospital following an operation to remove a cancerous lump on his spine and still got tired and worn out much too easily to do anything overly strenuous.
"So, video games?" His voice was as soft and sweet as ever, angelic and calm.
Name: Edward Harrison
Age: 19
Edward stands at only 5'7" tall, thin, frail and underweight for his age. Edward has always been sickly, always falling ill with colds, fevers, stomach bugs and such.
As a result, he spent, and still spends, a lot of time bed-bound, and stuck in the house. As a result, he only really has one best friend, but adores them with all his heart.
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6. Character:
Name: Charlie Harrison (Pre-Transition)/ Charlotte Harrison (Post-transition/To his friends)
http://img1.ak.crunchyroll.com/i/spire4/48e2931364120672e5cfbd0c3155d7f41303734993_full.png (Charlie in front, Charlotte in back.)
Age: 19
To many, Charlie/Charlotte’s way of life is considered immoral and disgusting. For every positive comment, she receives ten negative ones. The reason for this? She is trans-sexual, and as such, identifies as a woman. For years, he has battled with body image issues and suffered bouts of depression over how she is viewed and how she felt suppressed and limited to portray herself to the outside world, keeping her desires hidden below the surface, waiting for, needing the chance to be who she truly wants to be.
The chance came when she transferred to a new college in order to get a new lease on life where she could settle down happily. Starting to dress, act, and portray herself as a more feminine person around a select group of friends, she found the elusive joy and excitement that had always been absent in her life before now. However, after a while, she started to receive threats and abusive emails from an unknown source, and became much more reluctant to portray her new personality and reverted to acting more masculine again, keeping her “secret” under wraps to avoid further abuse from the other students or staff faculty. All she wants… needs is someone to accept her, no matter if it is a friend or family member.
Charlotte stood by the vending machine, pondering for a moment, lost in thought. After a moment or so, she dug a few coins out of her pocket and pushed them into the machine, pressing a few buttons and letting her choice fall down, grabbing the water bottle after it landed. Smiling to herself, she unscrewed the cap and took a deep swig of the icy liquid, letting it run down her throat, soothing the dryness forming from the nerves she felt. Turning around, she made her way to her locker, grabbing a few books, ensuring her personal notebook was included in the pile, hoping she got the chance to spend a few moments collecting her thoughts or the chance to work on some creative writing.
"Who are you?" A voice spoke out, causing Charlotte to jump suddenly where she stood. Shutting the locker, she turned out, eyes meeting the taller girl's as she gazed upon her. "I'm talking to you, you need to answer me NOW!" She demanded, stomping her foot on the ground in a childish manner. Inwardly, Charlotte wanted to laugh at the other girl's actions, put in mind of a toddler having a tantrum. Instead, she kept the giggles buried, opting to give a friendly smile instead.
"My name is Charlotte. I'm new.. obviously. And your name is?" Charlotte offered a way to try and seem friendly, though to be left alone would have suited her just fine at that moment in time. Not that she was anti-social, she just wanted to get to lesson on time.
"I'm Felicity. Now, I'm going to offer you a choice. You can be who you are SUPPOSED to be, or keep up the act you have." The taller girl spoke in a dangerous tone, and the implications struck Charlotte like a runaway freight train, but she knew the best option was to remain calm at that moment in time.
"I don't have a clue what you mean. I'm not hiding anything from anybody. I am who I am, nothing more, nothing less." Charlotte felt her wall quaver under the imposing glare, and the next sentence sent chills through her spine.
"I know you are a boy. I have connections in other towns, and this town is small, my dear. Be careful, or this secret might get out." Felicity purred, smirking coldly at her.
"Oh, piss off you overgrown Barbie doll." Charlotte snapped, mentally kicking herself as the girl clicked her fingers, two of her "friends" appearing by her side, one making a motion to punch Charlotte, which the girl dodged, only to be hit in the gut by the other female, the two attackers flanking Felicity once more.
7.
The moon and the stars twinkled in the night sky high above the lake, reflected in the beautifully clear waters below them.
Spencer sat with his best friend and girlfriend, the picnic blanket spread out below them, food and drinks in the basket besides them. Glancing out at the lake, he moved to wrap his arms around her midsection, hands gripping hers softly. "So, We've been together for 18 months now, and I know it isn't long... Bu..But.. I.."
Swallowing, he reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out a box, handing it to her.
"I..it's a promise ring.." He blushed, hoping the simple golden band was good enough for now.
Smiling, he kissed her cheek softly, smilling. "I love you, beautiful."
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Name: Spencer
Age:18
Personality: Shy and timid, he has a huge amount of love snd affection for his partner, whom he has been the best of friends with for over 11 years. He considers her his true love, and would do absolutely anything to ensure that she is happy and feels loved.
He loves spending time with her, going out on dates, or spending time just cuddling.
9)
"Alex wanted to give you these, but he broke his wrist last night, so he's not come in today." The tall, brunette male leant against the lockers, holding out a bunch of roses, a box of candies and a card to (Y/C), smiling at the young woman. "A shame really, considering the dance is tonight." Pushing his glasses up his nose, Joe smiled softly. "He really does like you, you know. He's just way to shy to come up to you. I know it might seem creepy, but I assure you, it isn't his intention."
Pausing, he smiled again. "Alex is a sweet kid. It's just that, with his speech problems an' all, he finds it hard to make friends and communicate with people." He added, knowing full well it wasn't really needed.
Grabbing a pen, he scribbled something down on her hand. "Look, here's his address. Go and see him, yeah? God knows he could do with being cheered up." And with that, Joe left, raising a hand in his farewell.
The card Alex had sent was simple, a dark pink colour with "Happy Valentine's!" across the front in a silver colour, an image of two teddy bears hugging beneath the text. Written inside, in Alex's neat, soft cursive was;
'Hey..
I'm sorry I sent Joe with these, but please ignore that? I would have brought them myself if I could. Believe me, it'd have seemed a lot better... But anyway, let's not dwell on that.
I was going to ask you to the dance, but that plan might not work too well... But, I just wanted to tell you that you are an amazingly beautiful young woman, and that, if you ever would consider it, and you don't have to... Would I be able to take you out for dinner one night?
...Happy Valentines. I hope you like the flowers and candies!
-Alex'
Name: Alexander Harrison
Age:18
Standing at roughly 5'6" tall, thin and frail, Alex comes across as a very shy kinda guy, and that's because he is. Clumsy and accident-prone, he's often getting into mishaps, usually at the worst possible times.
Underneath the shy exterior is a very sweet and loving young man, with a heart of gold and a quite strong romantic streak. However, he is also prone to taking negative comments to heart, as well as often blaming himself for his friend's problems.
10)
The glint of bright blue paint as the sun reflected off the paint of the locomotive rumbling over the stone bridge, the clattering of coaches, and the gentle "Trickety-Trock Trickety-Tock" of wheels on rail joints, mingling in with the sounds of a diesel engine roaring created the ideal scene for anybody who was a rail enthusiast. It was picture perfect, and it seemed that nothing could go wrong..
But it did. The screech of brakes, and the blasting of an air horn filled the air as the train lurched and skidded along the tracks, before a loud sound, somewhere between a bang and a clatter erupted from nowhere as the engine ploughed off the bridge, and tumbled downwards into the river below, coaches telescoping behind it and crushing one another, if they didn't end up in the water, or on the bank edge.
CRASH! Drip. Drip. Drip. The acrid smell of burning fuel filled the air, along with the thick, choking black smoke arising from the mangled, torn up locomotive, resting with her front bogie in the river bank, bricks and rubbles showering down on the thick, metal casing of the rail bound stallion.
Drip…Drip…WOOSH! The diesel fuel ignited with a loud whoosh and a hiss, cracking away, spitting embers into the air. “Help! HELP!” A scream came from within the second coach, the only noise in that carriage. The rest of the occupants, deathly silent. “Please! PLEASE!” The flames drew closer by the second, and the smoke started to enter his lungs. Swallowing, he pulls himself free from his trap, a crack sounding out. Tumbling from the door, he landed hard on his back, a weak, feeble “No…” escaping his lips as he blacked out, spinal cord broken, legs unable to be felt..
"Rail Tour off the line at Blondin Bridge! Locomotive and 11 carriages, numerous passengers aboard. Death and injury toll believed to be high." The foreman shouted as he and the men ran towards the Breakdown Train, scrambling aboard as fast as possible in order to reach the accident site in double quick time. With a blast of it's horn and a roar of the engine, the locomotive at the head of the railway's emergency response train rumbled away.
Brriinng! The bells at a local fire station rang out, the crews hurrying down the stairs and poles into the appliance bay, as one of the crew ran to the watch room to retrieve the job information from control.
"Railway accident at Blondin Bridge. Shadbrook and Nothan appliances already in attendance. Both!"
The fire crews leapt aboard the appliances, pulling away from the station with the wailing of sirens, screeching of tires and a general air of rush and commotion as they made their way to the accident.
(Non-romatic rp. Focusing around twins adjusting to life after loosing their parents in the accident, and facing foster care and such together, with the threat of being separated looming over head, as well as the trauma they both suffer from the crash.
OR, we can go with romance and create the plot together, though I know I'd like to focus a little on the recovery process for M/C.)
11)
"Sister? Are you awake?" Charlie stood in the hall, dressed in his usual night wear of sweatpants and an overly baggy t-shirt, which hid his bruised and thin form from sight. He'd always been the one to be bullied by others, often getting kicked or punched about by bullies, or anyone who wanted to prove their "strength", despite the flawed logic in picking a defenceless target as their option.
As the thunder cracked loudly outside the house, he yelped in fear, knocking on her door again, loudly and more rapidly, shaking like a leaf as tears flowed from his soft, green eyes and down his face, frightened out of his wits. He'd never coped well during storms, having a deep-seated phobia of the thunder and lightning that currently lit up the otherwise dark building and sky, or broke through the sound of his voice, and his knocks.
(NON-INCEST RP. Focusing on twins recently allowed to live together again, following years of growing up in separate foster homes. They'd be 17 ish, but can be up to 19. Charlie has some learning problems, thus his childlike nature.)
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And that's it.
Lol.
