SammyMcWhammy

I Think You're Pretty Still...

Going to throw this out, as I do have a starter written. Keep in mind that this WILL contain darker subject matter, so if you are offended by such it's probably best that you do not read on.

My character, Julian, is a quiet and shy type of guy. He tends to keep himself to himself, and often sits reading or drawing in his sketchbook when not in class. In class, he simply gets on with his work and doesn't make a fuss nor a sound. He has very few friends, and is shy and socially awkward to say the slightest.he is rather chubby, and shy about his weight.

(Y/C) is played up to you. However, i think it'd be interesting to go with someone who was more popular and outgoing on the outside, though harbors a dark secret which she refuses to speak off and deals with in... a less than healthy way. By self-harm, and not eating correctly as though to make herself less attractive.

Her self-harm is discovered, and she finds herself being judged by those whom were once her friends. Julian, though he doesn't know what to say, offers to sit and listen to her and to provide comfort.

They get to making friends, and soon start to hang around a lot. Julian discovers this side to her she didn't make public, where she's actually rather kind and caring yet hid it to be popular. Similarly, Y/C discovers that this shy and silent man can provide comfort and kind words, and has a large heart just waiting to be accepted.

The two work together, to help the other. Whilst Julian helps her come to terms with her past, she agrees to help him lose the weight he's so desperate to shed. (Alternatively, she could teach him to accept who he is.)

"I Can't Hear You... But I Can Still Love You."

(Shy, Deaf Female (My character) x Popular/Outgoing/Confident female.

Plot wise, I don't have an awful lot of detail. I just figured it could focus on Y/C and mine ending up in a relationship together, though this WILL be built up to..

With the starter I've used, I'd like Y/C to be the one who defends and comforts Emmy, or stands up for her. It's your choice if they reveal their sexuality there and then, to stand besides Emmy, or if she tells Emmy in secret, to reassure her she's not alone.

It's your choice if they go to prom together, and if they go as friends, or as a couple.)

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Emmy Sweeney
Age: 18

Nationality: Irish. Hometown is Belfast.

Esmeralda Sweeney is a sweet and kind natured young girl, whom was born in Ireland to a single mother, whom was only fifteen years old when she gave birth to her daughter, giving her up for care almost straight away.

After a year or so, the then un-named child was adopted by a young couple, Jack and Emily Sweeney, whom named her "Esmeralda" for both the country in which they resided, (Ireland/ "The Emerald Isles") and her soft, green eyes.

When Emmy was 5 years of age, the family moved to the USA, moving into a small town in the southern states, where they have lived for the last 13 or so years. Growing up in this town proved to be very tough for Emmy at times, with the town seeming to have "Old-time" values, and not seeming to like the idea of something "different" there.

The primary reason she tended to find life in the town difficult as she grew older was simply down to the fact that she liked her own gender. Something it seemed, much to her dismay, that a lot of the small town was incapable of accepting. (At least, on face value. For all she knew, a majority could have been more accepting, just hiding this to be accepted.)
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Emmy ran a hand through her soft, brown hair, glancing around the classroom, before returning her attention back to the empty sketchbook open before her. It seemed she just had no commitment to anything today. It was rare for the young woman to not have an idea for a sketch, or some other form of artwork.

In fact, the opposite was usually the case. She normally had too many ideas and plans for pieces of art, and would have to limit herself to just one or two idea, to ensure she would complete them in time for assignments.

The simple fact of the matter was that Emmy had other things playing on her mind. A tiny factor to her not being focused was the fact that prom was so near, one of the last big school-based events for her class. She couldn't quite understand why her school held it in January, so soon after Christmas. (A winter ball would make so much more sense, she felt.) And she.. well, she didn't have anyone to go with. And that's simply all she wanted.

But.. what were the chances of that? She was out about her sexuality, although this hadn't been intended. So, she knew she'd not be asked by any guys (Even if she was, she'd not know how to cope with the situation, as she didn't like rejecting people.) The primary reason she was so.. unfocused? Well..

Shaking her head, the brunette rested her head on her arms, crossed on the desk. She just felt utterly miserable, and wanted to go home and cry. The day had been awful, and Emmy felt.. well, hurt, broken.. distraught that her "best friend" had turned on her, began to bully and belittle her, had opted to tell everyone that Emmy like her own gender, despite "promising to keep it secret."

She could see her "friend" talking about her loudly, making cruel, snide comments which wouldn't have been out of place in some sort of drama, making the situation seem played up for the camera. It hurt, as though she could not hear, Emmy could read and make out every damn word. But.. this was reality for Emmy, a few tears sliding down her cheek, and dripping onto the desk below, shoulders trembling a tad as she quietly sobbed into her arms.

I Don't Blame You...

Thump.

A sickening thump sounded out as the car collided Arthur, his body hitting the windscreen before rolling over the bonnet and hitting the floor. Screams came from all around, some louder then others as the car stopped suddenly, atop his small and frail form.

The driver? His older sister.

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Arthur lay silent in the hospital bed. His chest was crushed, a lung punctured. Glass and dirt was embedded in various cuts, and his arm was being pinned and placed into a cast.

The worst was his legs. One was so badly crushed and mangled, it had to be amputated whereas the other was fractured and would take months to heal properly, if it ever did. The spinal injuries had resulted in paralysis from the chest down, meaning he would only have use of his hands, arms and head. He would never walk again.

Currently, he lay asleep and unmoving. He was hooked up to machines and wires, his left leg a bandaged stump and his body covered in bandages and plaster. He was lucky to be alive.

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So, I thought it'd be interesting to explore how she deals with the guilt, how he heals slowly overtime and the possibility she might not be allowed to see him ever again.

Arthur is 14.

Even "Evil" Has Standards

~Even "Evil" Has Her Standards.~

<Your character> is seen by many as a cruel, heartless bitch. She's quick to anger and has been in trouble many times with the school, her parents and the police. She smokes, drinks, bullies and belittles. She has served time in Juvie, and is on her very last warning for beating another kid quite badly.

She's recently took up boxing to try and control some of her anger, and is actually rather good at it. One of her conditions of staying out of trouble, is that her classes and training are paid for and she is allowed to use the equipment in the school gym.

My character is a quiet, timid boy. Small in stature and voice, he is clearly not the most confident of souls. He's been at this school for about a year and a half, and it seems nobody knows his name or really whom he is. He likes it like that, as it allows him to be left alone.

Outside of school, though, he has a secret. He is a crossdresser, and loves to wear a wig, make up, skirts, bows and so on. His thin and petite form suits this well, making him happy as hell when he's wearing the clothes he loves.

A cruel prank results in the photos <My character> has taken being leaked out after his phone is stolen, and the bullying he gets from others becomes much worse. Lonely and scared, he considers quitting school and walking out of classes totally.

One afternoon, he's being hounded and ganged up on by two or three larger males. <Y/C> steps in and defends him from harm, helping him to safety and treating his wounds.

The two become friends slowly, and discover a lot about the other that could possibly change things forever.

Don't Make Me Pick.. (MxF)

Okay, so a bit of a unfinished idea here. This can be a One on One or done with three people.

My character, Arthur, is a kind and loving but slightly awkward man who adores his best friends more than anything in the world. The three have been best friends since childhood, and are practically inseparable.

<Your characters> are physically identical twins. Personalities are up to you. Very few people can tell them apart from each other, with the sole exception of Arthur. He knows exactly who is who, and won't tell anybody else how.

He's deeply in love with both sisters, and hasn't told them. He knows he can't have both, so would rather have neither. He's scared of being hurt, or hurting them. What he's unaware of is how they feel. Will they make him choose? Or let him love them both?

And that's it so far.

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"I'm home!" Arthur stepped through the door to the apartment he shared with his best friends. It'd been a long day at work, his usual 9 hour shift turned into a 15 hour one. His entire body ached from head to toe, and his bed called out to him as though it were a siren trying to gain the attention of a sailor.

Yet, despite the fact it was now 12 am, and he'd been out of the house since 8 am the previous morning, he knew he couldn't yet go to bed. He needed to eat and drink, get a bath and try to settle down for a bit.

It had actually been his 19th birthday that day, but he'd not celebrated it as he'd been at work so long. He wasn't too bothered, as he'd made no plans. Besides, he only had his best friends to celebrate it with, and didn't want to bother them.

Abused Male x Abused Female

Bumping this up.

Hello everyone.

Welcome! Ignore everything NuttsNBolts says. <3

Guess who's back

Holy shit, I remember you from IRC and Tinychat days.

Always went by Sam then, the awkward chubby brit. Fuck alls changed.

~ Seeking Partner for Pokemon (moon/sun) Roleplay! ~

I can totally try playing Guzma, he's a fucking awesome character.

Might be tempted to try and create an older take on the male trainer, though. Place him as a possible trial captain somewhere rather than champion, OR, if you don't mid adding something new..

Contests in Alola <3

Abused Male x Abused Female

So, I do have a very basic plot in mind, but I'm happy to expand and discuss it.

My character, William, is a shy and awkward type on the outside. He never really speaks in class, and when he has to... He always sounds anxious and unsure of himself, as though he expects the worst to happen for simply speaking. He's rather thin compared to his older, larger build, having shed a lot of weight recently. He never seems to eat at school, and seems to be reluctant to even consider being inside the lunch hall during school hours. What little he does it consists of small portions of fruit and veg, only because he feels he must eat.

Your character is a loud, punkish sort of girl who's often in trouble for creating havoc and disobeying teachers. She's been excluded a number of times, and is close to being thrown out on her ass. She's known to sleep around and to not really care for others past her basic needs. She can be cold at times, and is only liked as she'll sleep with most men who are willing to have her.

William and her are partnered together by a teacher whom believes that doing so might be good for them both by drawing William out of his shell, and by getting her to consider being calmer and kinder to others rather then acting out. Like pairing up yin and yang together, to form a complete and balanced being.

Surprisingly, the two do manage to get on well. Something clicks, and they manage to complete the project in record time. They remain talking afterwards, much to the shock of many. What they don't know is something only William and <Y/C> do.

Both confessed the abuse to the other, and find kinship and solace in being able to talk to the other and trust them. They have made plans to flee, and to stay by each others side for however long it takes. Yet.. they are falling in love.

I have a writing sample below.

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Misery.

To say that William was feeling miserable would be an utter, quite insulting, understatement and a half. He felt... quite a mixture of emotions, despite them all being on the negative side of things.

Depression. Anger. Fear. Hurt. Alone. Terrible.

Today alone, he'd cycled through all of these, and much more besides. Genuine happiness was impossible, and had been for the last year or two. He could certainly fake a smile, and could put his parents off the scent of what was really going on.

Blood. Tears. Pain.

Every time he entered the bathroom at home, all three of these would be easily accomplished. He had control over two of these, much to his brief pride. It was something he could prevent the bullies from causing to him, and he found a tiny spark of enjoyment in this.

Watching the crimson liquid drip into the sink, his eyes moved over to the mirror that hung over the fitting. His skin was pale, his chocolate brown eyes dark and standing as a stark contrast to his skin. Bags hung under his eyes, dark rings from a lack of sleep. His dark black hair was down to his shoulders, framing his features.

Frowning some as he squinted, the male noted a slight bruise starting upon his right cheek. Must have been from when he was shoved into the lockers. Prehaps he could blame the newest marks upon his arm on that. Looking down, a cold smirk played upon his lips. Three scars on the left, four on the right. He always avoided gym, and hooded tops meant his arms were always covered up. He knew that the marks were there, and nobody else did. Good. Just how he wanted it.

Stepping over to the full length mirror, he looked at his thin body. He'd shed a lot of weight, no longer an overweight child. Instead, he was much too thin now. But this was better than the alternative. He'd rather not weigh much, then be large, ugly and gross. It didn't matter that his ribs could be seen, nor that he looked overly ill if anyone ever saw his body. Nobody could, and thanks to the clothes he wore, they wouldn't know.