Partner for a NON-ROMANTIC roleplay, based around this simple premise:
(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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(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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(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