Guess some stranger on the internet thinks I’m kind of a loser. Oh well…
20 days ago
Crazy makes you rats
20 days ago
I took 2 creative writing classes. One had Poetry as part of it, and I got a B. The other one Poetry was optional, and I got an A. 🤔
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Gay, he/him, Autistic
I’m Crimson Flame and I’m addicted to RPing. But sometimes ADHD kicks in, and it takes me longer to reply to things than it should. If I’m taking too long to respond, feel free to say something. Just don’t be rude about it.
There are a bunch of RPs I like. Pokémon, Digimon, Fantasy, Superhero, it would take too long to list them all. I’m not a fan of Horror or Apocalypse settings though.
I have a particular type of character I like making. Look through my Character Sheet thread, and see if you notice what a lot of my characters have in common. roleplayerguild.com/topics/182450-cri…
After talking to his parents, Lucian had even more questions than answers. A prince? Protect my heart? What does that even mean? His thoughts were racing as he gripped the keyblade tightly. Why didn’t they tell me before? Did they think I couldn’t handle it? Or… were they trying to protect me from something worse?
He shook his head, trying to focus. It doesn’t matter right now. What matters is finding the others…
He was distracted from his thoughts when he ran into Zac, who also had a keyblade of his own apparently. He blinked in surprise. “Oh… You have one too? I don’t even know what this is, let alone why I have it. And now you do too?” He shook his head, trying to make sense of it all. “How? When?… You know what, we can figure this out later. I have to get my friends!” He followed Zac’s directions, and ran into the cave.
Alias was amazed at Zac and his keyblade's ability to use Earth magic. Could all elements be manipulated with these swords? And did everyone have them? His question was answered immediately once he ran into the cave with Lucian and quite literally ran into Hoshi. He managed to stop himself from falling over. He was glad to see her alive and he couldn't help but notice how badass she looked dual-wielding a key sword and bat like that. A loud BA-DUM could be heard from his heart as red flushed to his melanated cheeks.
“Thank God you guys are okay.” Alias said, giving Hoshi a quick hug. “And it looks like it. Zac is even out there with the ship. We need to get out of here now!”
Appearance: Max is a tall and lean young man standing at 6'3". He is physically fit, and has a, toned, well muscled, physique that he enjoys showing off. While he hated being forced to be on the football team, he admits it's done wonders for his body, and he enjoys showing it off. He still works out regularly to maintain it, just at his own pace, and not as intense, He has a fair complexion, and his face is free of blemishes and facial hair. His strawberry blonde hair looks messy, but he likes it that way, claiming that it adds character to his look. It appears to be longer on the top than it is on the sides, and it seems to go in many different directions. He doesn't wear any hair gel, since he doesn't like the feel of stiff hair. He has a round, boyish face with wide expressive eyes that are a deep shade of blue. He often has a smile on his face.
Max's choice in clothes changes with his mood. Some days, he dresses casually and wears a simple tank top and jeans. On other days, he wears fancier clothing. He does know how to sew and make clothes to suit his own tastes. He likes bright colors, but usually wears various shades of purple. His signature outfit consists of a light purple tight fitting tank top, and a dark purple cotton hoodie over it if it's cold enough. On the bottom, he wears a pair of blue jeans held up by a black belt with a metal buckle, and purple and white high top sneakers on his feet. He carries around a purple messenger bag to carry his things in.
Major: Art Year: 1
Personality: Max is a cheerful and optimistic person who avoids dwelling on negativity. He’s outgoing, friendly, and emotionally open, expressing his feelings without shame. Affectionate and touchy with friends, Max values deep emotional connections and is always willing to be a shoulder to cry on. A hopeless romantic, he believes in the power of love and is driven by his emotions, which sometimes makes him impulsive and overly attached to those he cares about.
Though he’s creative and artistic, Max struggles with structure, preferring spontaneity over strict routines. He’s quick to stand against unfair authority and reacts strongly to reminders of his abusive past, often lashing out when pushed. Despite this, Max strives to live authentically, embracing his quirks and passions unapologetically. However, his overbearing nature and difficulty handling rejection can sometimes overwhelm others.
Max avoids alcohol entirely due to his father’s abuse, and he feels uneasy in social settings where drinking is involved. His hobbies include drawing, painting, sewing, and enjoying geeky interests like video games and Disney. Max is a loyal, compassionate friend who always wants to help, even if he occasionally goes overboard.
History: Max Hudson had a privileged but difficult upbringing. His father, Joe, a retired athlete from a wealthy and prominent family, had high expectations for him. From an early age, Max was forced to follow in Joe’s footsteps, attending elite schools and playing football. Joe firmly believed that sports built character, but Max despised it, feeling stifled by the relentless pressure and his father’s rigid notions of masculinity. Max’s mother, Kimberly, was the opposite of her husband. She was nurturing and wholeheartedly supported his artistic talents, often encouraging him to pursue his passions. Unfortunately, her disagreements with Joe frequently escalated into intense arguments.
Max’s life took a dramatic turn when, during one of Joe’s outbursts, he slapped Max for doodling in class. Witnessing this, Kimberly filed for divorce and gained custody. For a time, Max thrived. He quit football, focused on his art, and enjoyed a supportive and creative home environment. However, it was not meant to last. Kimberly died in a car accident when Max was just 14. This event forced him to live with his father again.
Life with Joe became unbearable. Consumed by anger and alcohol, Joe became physically and emotionally abusive. He confiscated Max’s art supplies and enforced his expectations with violence. Max coped by maintaining a cheerful act in public, but inside he was miserable. He sought solace in friends, parties, and art, often sneaking out to escape the toxic environment at home.
At one party, Max met Robbie, a charismatic musician whose guitar was adorned with Hello Kitty stickers. They bonded over shared interests and quickly became inseparable. Their relationship blossomed, but Max, still closeted, kept it hidden from his father and peers. Robbie, who was openly gay, grew frustrated with the secrecy, and their relationship ended when Max couldn’t bring himself to come out.
Max’s final confrontation with Joe occurred in his senior year of high school. During a heated argument, Max revealed his plans to study art and, came out as gay. Joe, drunk and enraged, beat him and hurled slurs. Max fled the house and found refuge with Robbie’s family. With their support, he reconciled with Robbie and came out publicly, discovering that many of his friends had already suspected. Max vowed to stop hiding and live authentically.
Sadly, Max and Robbie’s shared dreams of attending college together were shattered when Robbie was killed in a car accident caused by a drunk driver—Joe. Although Joe survived, he was sentenced to prison for DUI and vehicular manslaughter. Max also discovered that Joe had hidden a large inheritance from his late mother, which he finally gained access to. While Joe’s absence brought some relief, the pain of losing Robbie, in the same way he lost his mother no less, left Max devastated.
Now living on his own, Max is trying to move on with his life. He is determined to honor the memories of his mother and Robbie by pursuing his art and staying true to himself, even though he’s still dealing with heartbreak.
Perks:
Artistic Talent: Max is highly creative, excelling in drawing, painting, sculpting, and sewing. His artistic eye allows him to visualize solutions and create beauty even in difficult circumstances.
Emotional Intelligence: He’s deeply empathetic and attuned to the emotions of others, making him a natural at comforting friends.
Optimism: Max’s cheerful and hopeful outlook helps everyone’s spirits up.
Loyalty: Once Max considers you a friend, he’s there for life—always willing to lend a hand or shoulder to cry on.
Quick Thinking: His impulsive nature allows him to think quickly on his feet.
Quirks:
Over-Affectionate: Max frequently expresses affection through hugs, handshakes, or casual touches, which can be overwhelming for people who aren’t used to it.
Clinginess: He has a fear of abandonment, and gets very attached to people he cares about, sometimes to the point of being overbearing.
Impulsiveness: Max often acts on emotions rather than logic, leading to decisions that can backfire.
Avoids Alcohol: He won’t touch alcohol due to his father’s abuse, and he feels uneasy in social settings where drinking is involved.
Distractible: Max can get lost in his thoughts or sidetracked by small details, especially when he gets artistic inspiration.
Max sat on the edge of his dorm room bed. His sketchbook sitting on his lap, with a half finished drawing looking back at him. He couldn’t quite get the hang of what he was drawing. A romantic scene of flowers and greenery, but for some reason everything felt wrong.
He let out a frustrated sigh and tossed the pencil on the bed. This was going nowhere. The silence was unnerving. He normally liked being around friends, music, laughter. Right now though, he was just alone with his thoughts, and they weren’t very good company right now.
His looked up at the framed photo on his desk. A picture of him and Robbie at a carnival. Smiling with that stupidly charming grin, their arms were slung over each other’s shoulders, and Max was holding up a plush unicorn Robbie had won for him. Max swallowed hard and quickly looked away. “Not tonight… I don’t need this right now…” he muttered, though his eyes welling up, and the ache in his chest said otherwise.
He stood up and started pacing around the room. His bare feet padding against the floor. His hands fidgeted, grabbing random objects, a loose thread on his sweater, the corner of the bedspread, anything to keep them busy.
“Alright, Max, focus,” he said out loud, forcing a smile that no one could see. “Let’s make something amazing. Robbie would want that, right?”
He grabbed the sketchbook again, flipping to a new page. He scrawled out a new landscape with floating lanterns, spiraling towers, and cascading stars. It wasn’t perfect, but it was alive.
For the first time that night, a smile crept onto his face. He looked at the photo again, his voice soft. “Still wish you were here, though.”
The room went quiet again, but this time, it felt a little less lonely. Max went back to his sketch. Even when everything felt sad, at least he had this—his art to dive into. His escape from his troubles, and a small piece of the beauty he believed still existed in the world.
As soon as Zach managed to get the boat running, Vincent threw the unconscious Stormcaller before taking off. “Yes, because babysitting is my passion.” He deadpanned.
Of course that didn’t last long because a creepy voice came up over comms. Belonging to a creepy mam with a creepy mask. Apparently he had Daphne, and this just turned into a hostage situation. Zach’s heart sank. Ugh, a hostage situation? Really? I just got the boat started too. He thought to himself, trying to keep it light. The alternative would have been panicking.
He then tapped his comms. “Ok seriously? We’re dealing with a cartoon villian threat now? Somebody better have a plan… I could try something magical… but after all the magic I used today, it might be too much of a risk.”
Gay, he/him, Autistic
I’m Crimson Flame and I’m addicted to RPing. But sometimes ADHD kicks in, and it takes me longer to reply to things than it should. If I’m taking too long to respond, feel free to say something. Just don’t be rude about it.
There are a bunch of RPs I like. Pokémon, Digimon, Fantasy, Superhero, it would take too long to list them all. I’m not a fan of Horror or Apocalypse settings though.
I have a particular type of character I like making. Look through my Character Sheet thread, and see if you notice what a lot of my characters have in common.
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/182450-crimson-s-collection-of-characters/ooc
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Gay, he/him, Autistic <br><br>I’m Crimson Flame and I’m addicted to RPing. But sometimes ADHD kicks in, and it takes me longer to reply to things than it should. If I’m taking too long to respond, feel free to say something. Just don’t be rude about it.<br><br>There are a bunch of RPs I like. Pokémon, Digimon, Fantasy, Superhero, it would take too long to list them all. I’m not a fan of Horror or Apocalypse settings though.<br><br>I have a particular type of character I like making. Look through my Character Sheet thread, and see if you notice what a lot of my characters have in common.<br><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/182450-crimson-s-collection-of-characters/ooc" title="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/182450-crimson-s-collection-of-characters/ooc">roleplayerguild.com/topics/182450-cri…</a></div>