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Literate writer for a role play focused around a, to some, slightly odd premise. I'd like it if you could play an older female to be a big sister figure to him. (Or, even better, motherly).
My character is 15 years old, and has quite a few learning difficulties, and cannot function all too well in "normal" society, and has always been sent to attend "special schools". He doesn't always understand the world around him, and can't quite comprehend certain situations and skills, such as reading and writing.
Living with a single mother, she is killed in a car accident, in which he is also involved, but ends up unscathed, protected by her at the last moment, in a sort of protective cocoon. As a result of this, he ends up in a care home, as parents are sought out for him, in order to ensure he is put into a safe and loving environment, so he settles down as quickly and smoothly as possible.
Your character also lives in the care home, and has little to do with any of the other kids there, almost being old enough to leave and live alone, something she'd much prefer. Indeed, it seems as if she'll never have a family of any sort.
On her birthday, it seems nobody has remembered, or cares about it. Until she finds something left in her bedroom. The teddy bear of my character, with what seems like an attempt at a birthday card besides this. She ends up finding him in his room, and starts to interact with him, discovering what it's like to have fun for a change.
Just before she moves out, she ends up coming across records, and discovers that my character is actually her little brother. So, she begins to fight through thick and thin, to prove that she'd be able to care for him, and to win custody of him, and have a family once again.
So.. yeah.
Anyone up for it? I can edit it to be relevant to an older brother figure, instead.
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Laying in a hospital bed, hooked up to various machines and face pale, Harry was in a state of unconsciousness, induced by the drugs being pumped through his body to keep him from feeling too much pain or discomfort. He was in an awful way, forehead burning up like a fire burning wood, enveloping his whole body in a fever pitch. His face was drawn and pale, his black hair a stark contrast to the colour of his skin, almost unrealistically so. His arms were covered in small nicks and bruises where needles had been placed into his body, in an attempt to find a vein and give him the medications he needed.
Opening his eyes, he looked groggily around the room he was placed in, feeling frightened and alone, unable to work out what had happened, why he was there, or where his “mommy” was. He’d collapsed earlier that morning in a frightful fit, spasming, writhing and twitching on the ground, eyes in the back of his head. The fever had overcome him when he’d been pulled from the wreckage of his mother’s car, and he had hit his head, leaving him with a nasty laceration. He hadn’t been well at all, and it had been thought at one point that he’d not pull through.
--Three Months Later--
“She’s 19. She can deal with her birthday herself.” One of the care home workers, a short and quite overweight woman leant against the doorframe which separated the office from the playroom, talking to another member of staff. Only Harry was in there due to the fact it was school hours, and he wasn’t yet in a school that catered for his “special needs.” The staff didn’t care what they said in front of him. They just assumed that he wasn’t clever enough to comprehend what they were saying, despite the fact he was more than able to comprehend what people were saying at times, he just struggled with giving a response to them without being given plenty of time to do so.
Looking up curiously as he stopped playing with the teddy bear in his arms, he instead hugged it closer to him, glad of the feeling of it’s fur against his skin, finding comfort from the old, worn out toy. The staff weren’t paying him any attention, and there was no kids to try and play with, so he was pretty much alone, besides his teddy bear He’d named it “Thomas”, seemingly the only word he could actually say. To him, his teddy bear was alive, and was the only company he wanted anyway, now that his mother wasn’t around.
“Whose birthday was it?” The woman sat at the office looked up lazily, pushing her glasses up her nose, wondering who they’d forgotten about.
“It’s (Y/C).”
“Ahh. Yeah, she can deal with it then.”
Listening to this, Harry got up and slowly made his way to his bedroom, going to play in it for a while by himself, as he was allowed to do so. Getting his teddy bear and putting it on the bed, the young boy went to his drawing table and began working on creating a card for the older girl, not wanting her to feel left out and hurt. Working hard on it, he took the item and placed it upon her bed, along with the teddy bear he loved, to give her it as a present, before he ended up returning to his bedroom to play for a while.
The card was pretty much impossible to read, but it seemed a lot of time and effort had gone into it. Candles, cakes and balloons were drawn on the front, with the letters “H” “PP” for “Happy” and “B” “I” “H” and “A” for “Birthday” all that were legible to anybody who read the card.
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Name: Harry Carter
Age: 13
The only child of the Carters, when Harry was first born, he seemed to be quite "normal", if not a little smaller then average, although it wasn't anything to be concerned about. But, as time progressed, he seemed a little "slow", and didn't develop as quickly as he should have done. At the age of 4, he still hadn't been properly weaned off his bottle for drinks, though he'd eat solid food if he was fed it. He hadn't spoken a single word, nor had he been toilet trained.
At the age of 5, he was diagnosed with a high-level of Autism, as well as a developmental delay, which had prevented him from progressing at the rate in which he should have done.
Now 13 years old, he is still reliant on the constant love, care and attention of his only parent. Unable to speak, he has to communicate through sounds and gestures. This was up until she was killed in a car accident, death coming to her whilst she used her body to protect the unconscious Harry, glad she was able to look after her boy as her final act, ending with putting her locket around his neck, so he’d always have a picture of her to keep close to his heart.
Literate writer for a role play focused around a, to some, slightly odd premise. I'd like it if you could play an older female to be a big sister figure to him. (Or, even better, motherly).
My character is 15 years old, and has quite a few learning difficulties, and cannot function all too well in "normal" society, and has always been sent to attend "special schools". He doesn't always understand the world around him, and can't quite comprehend certain situations and skills, such as reading and writing.
Living with a single mother, she is killed in a car accident, in which he is also involved, but ends up unscathed, protected by her at the last moment, in a sort of protective cocoon. As a result of this, he ends up in a care home, as parents are sought out for him, in order to ensure he is put into a safe and loving environment, so he settles down as quickly and smoothly as possible.
Your character also lives in the care home, and has little to do with any of the other kids there, almost being old enough to leave and live alone, something she'd much prefer. Indeed, it seems as if she'll never have a family of any sort.
On her birthday, it seems nobody has remembered, or cares about it. Until she finds something left in her bedroom. The teddy bear of my character, with what seems like an attempt at a birthday card besides this. She ends up finding him in his room, and starts to interact with him, discovering what it's like to have fun for a change.
Just before she moves out, she ends up coming across records, and discovers that my character is actually her little brother. So, she begins to fight through thick and thin, to prove that she'd be able to care for him, and to win custody of him, and have a family once again.
So.. yeah.
Anyone up for it? I can edit it to be relevant to an older brother figure, instead.
____
Laying in a hospital bed, hooked up to various machines and face pale, Harry was in a state of unconsciousness, induced by the drugs being pumped through his body to keep him from feeling too much pain or discomfort. He was in an awful way, forehead burning up like a fire burning wood, enveloping his whole body in a fever pitch. His face was drawn and pale, his black hair a stark contrast to the colour of his skin, almost unrealistically so. His arms were covered in small nicks and bruises where needles had been placed into his body, in an attempt to find a vein and give him the medications he needed.
Opening his eyes, he looked groggily around the room he was placed in, feeling frightened and alone, unable to work out what had happened, why he was there, or where his “mommy” was. He’d collapsed earlier that morning in a frightful fit, spasming, writhing and twitching on the ground, eyes in the back of his head. The fever had overcome him when he’d been pulled from the wreckage of his mother’s car, and he had hit his head, leaving him with a nasty laceration. He hadn’t been well at all, and it had been thought at one point that he’d not pull through.
--Three Months Later--
“She’s 19. She can deal with her birthday herself.” One of the care home workers, a short and quite overweight woman leant against the doorframe which separated the office from the playroom, talking to another member of staff. Only Harry was in there due to the fact it was school hours, and he wasn’t yet in a school that catered for his “special needs.” The staff didn’t care what they said in front of him. They just assumed that he wasn’t clever enough to comprehend what they were saying, despite the fact he was more than able to comprehend what people were saying at times, he just struggled with giving a response to them without being given plenty of time to do so.
Looking up curiously as he stopped playing with the teddy bear in his arms, he instead hugged it closer to him, glad of the feeling of it’s fur against his skin, finding comfort from the old, worn out toy. The staff weren’t paying him any attention, and there was no kids to try and play with, so he was pretty much alone, besides his teddy bear He’d named it “Thomas”, seemingly the only word he could actually say. To him, his teddy bear was alive, and was the only company he wanted anyway, now that his mother wasn’t around.
“Whose birthday was it?” The woman sat at the office looked up lazily, pushing her glasses up her nose, wondering who they’d forgotten about.
“It’s (Y/C).”
“Ahh. Yeah, she can deal with it then.”
Listening to this, Harry got up and slowly made his way to his bedroom, going to play in it for a while by himself, as he was allowed to do so. Getting his teddy bear and putting it on the bed, the young boy went to his drawing table and began working on creating a card for the older girl, not wanting her to feel left out and hurt. Working hard on it, he took the item and placed it upon her bed, along with the teddy bear he loved, to give her it as a present, before he ended up returning to his bedroom to play for a while.
The card was pretty much impossible to read, but it seemed a lot of time and effort had gone into it. Candles, cakes and balloons were drawn on the front, with the letters “H” “PP” for “Happy” and “B” “I” “H” and “A” for “Birthday” all that were legible to anybody who read the card.
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Name: Harry Carter
Age: 13
The only child of the Carters, when Harry was first born, he seemed to be quite "normal", if not a little smaller then average, although it wasn't anything to be concerned about. But, as time progressed, he seemed a little "slow", and didn't develop as quickly as he should have done. At the age of 4, he still hadn't been properly weaned off his bottle for drinks, though he'd eat solid food if he was fed it. He hadn't spoken a single word, nor had he been toilet trained.
At the age of 5, he was diagnosed with a high-level of Autism, as well as a developmental delay, which had prevented him from progressing at the rate in which he should have done.
Now 13 years old, he is still reliant on the constant love, care and attention of his only parent. Unable to speak, he has to communicate through sounds and gestures. This was up until she was killed in a car accident, death coming to her whilst she used her body to protect the unconscious Harry, glad she was able to look after her boy as her final act, ending with putting her locket around his neck, so he’d always have a picture of her to keep close to his heart.
