SammyMcW

Riley's Reluctance.

Okay, so I have an idea that I'd quite like to explore.

My character and yours met in elementary school, some 15 years before the start of the role play. My character, Riley, is soft spoken and gentle, his voice rather feminine. His dress sense is like this too, along with his dyed pink hair. He does sometimes wear makeup, although not much if he can help it.

He's never actually revealed his true sex to Y/C. He's always masqueraded as a woman, and pulls this off well. He never changes in the same room as her, and wears baggy sweat pants to bed, and an old t-shirt. As such, he's hidden this well.

It's not that he doesn't trust or love her, but he's scared that she'll no longer love or date him if he DOES tell her. He's scared of loosing the person he loves, yet knows he can't and shouldn't lie to her..

Okay, so basic but I thought it could be fun. I'd obviously be playing as Riley. He's 22, so I'd like your character to be between 22 and 26. I think an age gap could be interesting to bring in.

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"Morning." Riley stretched her arms over her head, her short stature heightened briefly as she pushed herself onto her tiptoes for a brief few seconds as though to push every last inch of sleepiness out of her small body.

She currently wore a baggy pink t-shirt with a picture of a unicorn on the chest, the item of clothing one or two sizes too large and hanging on her almost like a blanket. Sweatpants accompanied this, the small woman finding them most cosy to sleep in. Her feet were bare, the merest hint of red polish on her nails. Padding over to her best friend, her arms wrapped around the taller and more muscular woman for a moment as she stood enjoying the warmth and comfort the other's body and mere presence both offered to her. Glancing up at her, Riley's fingers traced up her arm for a moment before she swallowed.

"I need to talk to you about something important.." Riley admitted, taking the other's hand and leading her over to the sofa. Sitting on it, for the first time in years there was a gap between the two as they sat upon the couch. They had lived together for 5 years now, and spent most evenings cuddling on the sofa whilst watching a movie.

Her hands shaking, Riley lifted her shirt off to unveal her flat chest, a deep blush on her cheeks and tears in her eyes. For the decade and a half they had known eachother, Riley had never revealed that she was actually born as a male. She'd always hidden her body, and skipped gym so that she could keep this up. She hated having a man's body, and as such had never shown it to anyone.

"I'm sorry."

Loving Lily

Lily stood up after about five minutes, pushing her hair away from her tear stained face. The strands that covered her face were drenched, as was the pillow that the small girl had been crying into since she ran from Grace. Telling her best friend that she'd lost her job had been rather too much, as well as the other various things that had been going on recently.

Opening her door, Lily looked up at Grace before flinging her arms around the taller girl and burying her face in her chest as she began to cry into it in a fearful way. Her entire body shook, not helped by the fact she was pushed up on her own tiptoes to try and gain some more height. "I'm sorry." Lily sobbed into Grace, not wanting to look up nor to let go right now.

Scarred But Sweet

Ugly. Worthless. Disgusting.

Thomas stood silently in his bedroom, stripped down to just his boxers as he stared in the mirror at his reflection. Each glance he took made him feel rather haunted, making him wish he could just run away and hide. To never have to look at himself again.

His shoulders were scarred badly, as was his neck and his left cheek. Each mark was red and obvious, an easy target for those bullies whom had made his last three schools a living hell. Three schools in as many years. A record he'd rather not have to deal with, thank you very much. But staying at one for too long had been impossible for the male to deal with.

Shivering as he grabbed a long sleeved shirt, he pulled it over his battered body and buttoned it right to the top. Adjusting the caller so it covered as much as possible, he unwillingly glanced into the mirror once more. The scar on his cheek was still there for all to see, as was the longer scar on his neck which peeked from above his collar.

Pulling on his jeans and sneakers,Tommy stood up and made his way to the kitchen to grab an apple from the fruit bowl and his school bag from the kitchen table. The male wasn't looking forwards to today in the least. The first day was often amongst the worst. With a deep, shaky breath, he stepped out of his front door and locked it behind him before making his way to his new school on foot. A walk to clear his head always helped.

//Shy/Kind, scarred male x <Persona>, scarred female.

Effectively, i figured that Y/C has scars from her past, which are covered and people are unaware of. When she sees Tommy being picked on, I figured it'd be interesting if her scars were shown to try and draw attention away from Tommy. A sort of "If you're going to pick on him, pick on me too."

As such, they'd become friends and eventually start to date as time went on. This is basic, but will be expanded on over time. I would prefer her to the the punk kinda girl, someone who could physically defend her new friend but at the same time, struggles academically. Perhaps she cannot read nor write, something Tommy can teach her to do.

Love Knows No Bounds~ (Feminine Male x Masculine Female.)

Bump

Loving Lily

"You're a lot better then you give yourself credit for, you know." Lily spoke up after a few seconds of thought, glancing at the taller and much loved companion of hers. "After all, I'm pretty sure you've won awards an' stuff at school for it all." She had picked up on her friend's hesitation before she began to cut the onion before picking up on why she likely paused.

"So, I thought I might look for a new job." Lily began, trying her very best to sound casual though her voice quivered a little as she spoke. "Because.. I kinda don't have one." She faltered, tears in her eyes as one ran down her cheek and dripped from her chin onto the kitchen counter. Dropping the spoon she'd been holding, Lily darted from the kitchen and ran into her own bedroom.

I'll Always Protect You.

"Why can't he have been born.. normal?"

Lilian Green spoke with venom in her voice and anger in her deep green eyes as she glanced over at her 13 year old son, Thomas. The male was currently sat in the corner of his bedroom, legs crossed and his attention focused entirely upon his toy cars. He was lining them up in order from largest on the left to the smallest on the right in several rows, each row designated to a particular colour. He'd been doing this for the last hour or two, and did it at least once a week.

On the shelves above his desk sat his toy trains, those too were ordered by size and colour. His bookshelf was split into sections, each of those by genre, alphabetically, and where he could by height. He loved.. no, obsessed with having his belongings in some form of order and was often unsettled if someone took or moved one out of place. He hated it when his nephews visited and would mess around with or steal his belongings, and so he had often took to locking himself in his room so nobody could mess with his stuff.

Friends? Nope, he had none. He had little in the way of social skills and never uttered a single word to anybody at all. He was as silent as the dead of night, and it was often wondered if he could even talk at all. Communicating with him could be impossible if you didn't know what to do, and when he was upset he could cry and whimper for hours on end as he couldn't express himself properly. He wasn't violent though, and had only lashed out once. A teacher had been shouting in his face, and he shoved the older man away to try and get out of the classroom.

"I don't know how you deal with him." Lily turned her attention back to <Your character>, a sigh passing her lips. She couldn't deal with her own son, yet his sister seemed to be able to soothe and communicate with him in a way no others could. It was as though <YC> could read his mind and could work out what he wanted from the simplest noise or gesture.

//So, obviously I am looking for someone to play Thomas' big sister. Ideally, she'd be at least 18 and no older than mid twenties.My initial idea was that <Y/C> cannot have children, and she currently lives alone in an apartment across town.

Her relationship with her parents is strained and one that is unwelcome, with them only talking so that she can still see Thomas and so that Thomas still has his older sister around. It'll come out that her parents are considering putting him into the social care system as they cannot and will not cope/deal with him any longer. As such, she looks at getting the full guardianship rights for him so that she can raise him from then on.

Indeed, Y/C is the only one able to get through to Thomas. As such, he adores her and loves spending time with her. She's the only person whom understands him, and he does get upset when she cannot come and see him. There is a brother (Lucas) whom is older then both Thomas and Y/C, but neither of the younger two get on with the older male at all. Lucas mistreats Thomas, and allows his own sons to bully and belittle Thomas.

NOT incest. I repeat, NOT incest.

Some Utter Bollocks

Sure! :)

Some Utter Bollocks

Alexander (Alex) is my role. I'm looking to explore the friendship between him and his best friend, with SLOW romance coming from this eventually.

Her personality is up to you, though someone a bit more confident and able to support him through his panic attacks is best paired to him. He's 18, so I'd prefer her to be 18 or 19 years of age. Obviously, he will support her with any issues too.

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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Each second that passed felt much slower, as though time had crawled to a near halt. Each tick and each tock registered in Alexander's ears and brain, seeming to taunt his very soul. His heart raced, his hands shaking and his mind cloudy and unfocused on the activity before his very eyes.

Pushing his glasses up his nose, they slid down in mere seconds due to the amount he was sweating right now. Each bead felt heavy to the teenager, distracting him from the exam he was supposed to be trying to work upon. For 15 minutes now, he'd been sat inn this chair. The hall was deprived of the usual squeak of sneakers and chatter of sports students, of the thudding of basketballs on the ground and against hoops. The usual cheers were not there either, the sports hall handed over instead to around 100 desks and 100 chairs, each occupied by a student attempting their maths exam.

The scratching of pens and pencils upon paper seemed amplified one hundred times over, though none of these noises were made by his own. The shuffling of sheets of paper further distracted him, more so because his own exam paper had not yet been opened up. It remained closed and blank of his own work, his name on the front the only thing he had written down at all.

Glancing at his shaking hands, his mind seemed to go blank. His breathing only grew heavier and less regular, and he felt himself shaking and sweating more. Standing up in a hurry, he ran from the exam hall and to the restroom before he knelt in front of a toilet and retched, coughing and heaving as he was sick. His breathing was still uneven and heavy, the young man starting to suffer a quite severe panic attack. Though he usually took medication to help with his anxieties, he'd been so focused on his exams and other issues, he'd neglected to pick up and take his medication as he felt he had no time to.

Hand shaking, he reached into his jeans pocket for his phone before realising that he didn't have it on him and that it was still in his locker on the opposite side of school. He needed comforting and supporting, but he wasn't sure whom would find him or care enough to help.

Motherly Instincts..

If one ever met Robert "Robby" Green and <Y/C>, believing that they were mother and son would be incredibly easy due to how close the pair were. This was only partly true. Whilst the two were very close indeed, <Y/C> is actually his step mother.

The two have known each other for nearly a decade, though <Y/C> has been married to his father for only a year now, engaged for 3 leading up to it. Robby is the youngest of three children, and the only one to ever really show respect to <Y/C>. Being just 5 at the time he first met her, he was too young to really understand why his siblings disliked her so much. He saw her as "daddy's special friend" and loved to play games with her and to go to the park with her too. As such, they grew close and were mostly inseparable. Little Robby adored her, and she adored him. Indeed, only she was and ever is,allowed to call him Robby. To everyone else, he is Robert.

However, it's not all perfect. Both are abused and mistreated by his father/her husband, and multiple times have been left to go hungry in the basement. Robby's father lords his power over the two, and even allows the two older siblings to bully and belittle the two. As such, they have grown to be close as a coping mechanism of sorts.

When Robby comes out as gay, he is beaten by his father to within an inch of his life. While he is in hospital, <Y/C> realises she needs to escape so flees to her parent's home. There, she goes through the courts to divorce her husband and seek to adopt Robby as her own son, so she can continue to protect and love him, like a mother should for a son.

Not incest, not romance. I figured she'd be aware from the start of the RP that Robby is gay, and not let that affect the two of them. She'd be accepting, and know how difficult it was for him to come out to her.

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So, simply looking for someone to play Robby's step mom. I figured she'd be mid thirties, maybe?

You Are Who You Are. Nothing Can Change That. (Bully or Popular Girl x M/C)

Suspicious.

Quite a few people were suspicious when it came to Emilia "Emmy" Green. Her build was small and petite, and her voice soft and gentle. Many assumed she was younger than her 18 years of age, though this wasn't the case. She merely looked younger, something she was rather indifferent about. She was 18, and she knew it even if nobody else did.

Secondly, she was a transfer student in from another school across the state. Why she moved wasn't shared, and the fact she came under such mysterious circumstances made others wary. Had she committed a crime? Injured another student, caused damage? This was her 5th school in three years, after all.

Thirdly, she was never seen in Gym. She always wore knee-length dresses too, her arms covered by the sleeves of long t-shirts she wore under the dress. Her make up was minimal, but rather pretty and her features as soft and gentle as her skin. Many theorised she was too vain for gym, or thought she was too good to run or play dodge-ball.

None of this was true. What was true was that Emmy wasn't.. well, born Emmy. Instead, she was born Ethan. Emily didn't partake in gym to hide her physical sex from others. She'd been bullied out of three schools when her secret was discovered, and forced out of the other two through interference from parents of other students.

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Emmy sat alone in the library, long brown hair framing her face. Her chin was on her hand, as she sat with her elbows on the table. The green haired woman was staring at a poster for ballet classes, wishing beyond words that she could join them here. She'd been a brilliant ballet dancer at her previous schools, and her petite form and excellent balance made her a natural. She loved to dance and to move with the music, to get lost in a world of her own.

Letting a sigh pass by her lips, she glanced at her watch. Ten minutes until Gym ended, and ten minutes until Lunch time. She'd easily be able to wait this out, then go and eat her lunch outside like she so often did. Alone, with just stares and whispers for company. Only two weeks she'd been here, and already she could feel the... accusations starting. If they found out this time, Emmy knew she'd be done for. She had seen how some of the popular girls could be to each other, and she dreaded getting treated like that.

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I'm looking to pair Emmy with a female character. Ideally, it'd be interesting if your character were one of the popular girls whom has a crush on Emmy not knowing her true sex. When Emmy comes clean, it's up to you if your character is accepting straight away, or not.

I think it'd be adorable if she was, taking the chance to take Emmy shopping for clothes which fit her better, getting her underwear, make up, etc that would make her look more feminine and more beautiful if she so desires. A case of liking/crushing on Emmy not for her gender or looks, but for the sweet and kind girl Emmy is, the fact she's friends with Y/C, regardless of her sexuality and that she didn't let y/c date or even ask her without revealing such a big secret.