TheFlyingScotsman

Love isn't Always Blind. (Romance.)

Two paragraph MINIMUM, literate writer only.

So, I thought this could be good for a nice, fluffy romantic roleplay.

Your character and mine have been the best of friends for 17 years, dating for 5, and now living together in their own little apartment together.

(They'll be between 19 & 21, depending on what you want.)

My character lost his sight to an illness at 17 years old, and has been reliant on his best friend ever since then. For helping him get around, to pick out clothes, etc.

Your character is outcast because she is too "different" in looks to what society considers "the norm" or "acceptable" in it's media-influnced view. (It can be ANYTHING, from her being overweight, to scars from accidents, to being born with some form of disfigurement, to how she dresses and acts.

The primary focus will be based on the relationship they have, on trying to get married and the prejudices they face along the way, as well as the two talking about the past.

Cliché, but 'eh Might still be fun.)

Fergus was the kind of guy who can be pretty worrisome at times about the littlest of things, but relaxed about other things. This tended to prove his downfall at times, as he used to worry about things that didn't matter, like being a penny short at the store, or missing a bus, despite having lots to choose from. But, on the flipside of things, he tended to not revise for exams, or do homework at the last moment.

Untill he turned 16, and was diagnosed with a degenerative disease, which had inflicted his eyes. He was always reliant on glasses, and though he needed stronger lenses, didn't everybody at some point? After all, your eyes would need to adjust to the strength over time. This affected him deeply. The idea of loosing his sight was frightening, and he really didn't want this to occur.

But.. it did.

By the time of his seventeenth birthday, he was completely and utterly blind. He hated it with a passion, but.. at the same time, it'd only allowed his bond with his best friend to grow stronger, and the two had entered a relationship over the previous year. He was glad of this, knowing he'd be reliant on her once they decided to move out.

He did live with his mother and father, yes. But he wanted to live with his bestie, (Well, girlfriend, now) like they had always planned to, and he wasn't going to change it for the world, no matter what!

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Legs crossed as he sat on the bed, Fergus ran his fingers over the smooth, soft bed sheets, loving the feeling of the material below, the soft familiarity a comforting factor in this new home they inhabited, milky eyes moving around as if studying the room. “How does it look?”

With the speed and haste of the move, (It was a good price, in a town they liked), he hadn’t yet learnt the layout of the room they inhabited, so was reliant on his partner to quide him around until he got used to it, and the area. Smiling, he shifted across the bed towards her, giving her a hug and a smile. “Our meal is booked for 7pm at the restaurant, right?” The brunette asked softly, linking his fingers with her.

He knew what he wanted to ask her would require the moment to be right, and he hadn’t actually got everything he needed, but it’d be fine…

He hoped.

Nothing like planning ahead, and this was nothing like planning ahead.

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If interested, please message me with a reply to my starting post, which is included here.

Sorry for the lack of detail.

Looking Like Lily! (Non-Romantic. Trans* character used.)

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Looking Like Lily! (Non-Romantic. Trans* character used.)

Liam is the shy and quiet sort of chap, much preferring to be in the background and not intervene in things going on around them. This is primarily due to his lack of self-confidence, not helped by the fact he harbours a naturally shy nature, lacking any form of assertiveness at all. This is due to the fact the young child was often shifted from foster home to foster home, never really settling in anywhere for very long. With just one exception.

Only one person ever did attempt to help and support Liam. Her name was Rosie, and at 25 years old, she had discovered she’d never bare any children of her own. The news broke her heart, and she no longer felt like she’d ever have a family. Untill she found Liam walking home from school one night, lost and alone, scared and hungry. She felt the need to help him and took the young child back to the orphanage, where an idea struck her.

Become a foster mom.

At the recommendation of a worker, Liam and Rosie were paired together, and all seemed happy. The woman was as loving and protective of Liam as a birth mother would be, and though she’d spoil him often, she brought him up to be a loving and respectful young man, with a big heart. She even managed to get him out of his shell in public situations, an accomplishment previously thought impossible by others.

He’d been living with her for nearly two years, and permanent adoption was well underway. Unfortunately, just two days prior to the official verdict, the young woman was kidnapped before Liam’s eyes, causing him to become an emotional wreck for months afterwards, and nearly silent for the best part of 6 years, hardly uttering a word to anybody unless he needed to do so.

Thankfully after this, Liam didn’t end up in abusive or neglectful homes, but none wanted to deal with what they saw as a troubled child. They didn’t understand he couldn’t attach himself to anybody, scared of losing them like he did Rosie. They thought he was cold, unloving.

Dreadfully frightened of thunderstorms, he doesn't really like to be left alone during them, and will usually remain wide awake and terrified when alone, not able to sleep through the noise or the sudden bright lights. As such, Liam often remains awake all night, crying in fear and a need to be back with the mother who loved him.

Liam wants to be known, and identify as Lily-Rose, knowing he was born into the wrong body. To Liam, he is, and should be a female, not a male. Caught when trying on the dress of a foster sister, he was sent straight back into care by the father of the family, a strongly religious sort of person.

Unfortunately for Lily, this news got out fast. Now the centre of ridicule and bulling both in school, and in the safe house, he has been forced to act like Liam once more, much to her dismay. All she wants is to be who she truly is, and to have Rosie back, the only person she ever called “Mom”.

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Limping up the almost empty rain soaked streets, Liam wiped away the tears from his face, ensuring no more blood remained under or around his mouth in the process. He'd been set upon by a pair of classmates on his way home from school, in an attempt to "get rid of the gay!", as they put it. He knew he looked a mess, shirt torn and splattered with mud and his own blood, a tooth knocked out. His nose had been bleeding, and his glasses broken, leaving a cut in his nose. It hurt to put too much weight on his ankle, and he was almost positive he'd dislocated it...but he couldn't face up to the reason WHY he’d been attacked, feeling too ashamed to do so.

Earlier that day hadn't gone too well either, with Liam making a fool of himself in front of his class..

/"Being born into the wrong body can be one of the worst things a person may ever have to face. Physically or emotionally. The struggle to accept yourself, and thereafter to be accepted by others.

The hate faced by others towards you, just because you want to be who you truly are within. The comments, the spiteful behaviour, the kicks. The punches.

Who you feel you are. Who you have the right to be. You all get to have that human right. But I don't. Because wanting to be a woman? That's "wrong" in your eyes. "Disgusting", "Evil"..."

Shaking with emotion, Liam's tear-filled eyes had run back over the words on the paper in his hands as the words passed his lips, hoping that someone... /Anyone/ would take the words he spoke and think again about the actions they undertook. The words they spoke. But he doubted it.

"You deserved it. I'm glad it happened to you!" A voice, deep and rough, had broken through Liam's speech, drawing attention to the newest speaker. "Freaks like you deserve it! Too bad you weren't killed!"

A few cheers had greeted this acclimation, mingling with a few "Yeah!"s or "FREAK!"

With that, Liam had ran from the classroom as fast as he could, looking to hide underneath the bleachers, where it was quiet. The rain had continued to thunder down upon him, drenching him, but he no longer cared./
He needed help now, from anybody. Spotting the salon, he took a deep breath and entered it. He’d heard some students talking about it, saying the staff were always professional and kind to them when they went to have sessions. He knew it was probably just them being kind to make more money, but…

“Help me..” Liam’s voice was soft and frightened, the footsteps of his assailants coming behind him, knowing full well that they had followed him up there. People were in here, so maybe they’d leave him be…

(Looking for someone LITERATE (4 line minimum) to play either a motherly or sisterly sort of person towards Lily/Liam. It can be somebody who works in the beauty salon, or a patron of the store.

I'd prefer it if it was someone who worked there, as I think it'd tie in better with my plans for Liam to become more... comfortable with being Lily in public, as well as giving bonding sessions between the two.

(With Lily having hair, makeup, going dress shopping, etc, with/by the older female.)
Feel free to make your character be Rosie as mentioned earlier, as I love the idea of family being reunited, but it's all your own choice.)

~Non-Incest RP Inside~

Bump.

~Non-Incest RP Inside~

Seeking:

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.

~Simple MxF Romance~

Name: Alexander Harrison
Age:18

Standing at roughly 5'6" tall, thin and frail, Alex comes across as a very shy kinda guy, and that's because he is. Clumsy and accident-prone, he's often getting into mishaps, usually at the worst possible times. As such, he can often be seen wearing band-aids, bandages, or even with his arm in a cast! The timid sort, he's not willing to really stand up for himself, so is probably TOO willing to allow others to use him for their own fun. He has, on occasion, defended himself, though not for too long, nor against many people. (Read: One.) He can take teasing as long as he knows it's in good humour.

Underneath the shy, clumsy and awkward exterior is a very sweet and loving young man, with a heart of gold and a quite strong romantic streak. However, he is also prone to taking negative comments to heart, as well as often blaming himself for his friend's problems. Despite this, if you show him an amount of love and affection, he will be the same to you.

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I am looking to use Alex in either a SHY boy x Best friend, Shy boy x Bad or Shy x Risktaker.

A possible opener:

"Alex wanted to give you these, but he broke his wrist last night, so he's not come in today." The tall, brunette male leant against the lockers, holding out a bunch of roses, a box of candies and a card to (Y/C), smiling at the young woman. "A shame really, considering the dance is tonight." Pushing his glasses up his nose, Joe smiled softly. "He really does like you, you know. He's just way to shy to come up to you. I know it might seem creepy, but I assure you, it isn't his intention."

Pausing, he smiled again. "Alex is a sweet kid. It's just that, with his speech problems an' all, he finds it hard to make friends and communicate with people." He added, knowing full well it wasn't really needed.

Grabbing a pen, he scribbled something down on her hand. "Look, here's his address. Go and see him, yeah? God knows he could do with being cheered up." And with that, Joe left, raising a hand in his farewell.

The card Alex had sent was simple, a dark pink colour with "Happy Valentine's!" across the front in a silver colour, an image of two teddy bears hugging beneath the text. Written inside, in Alex's neat, soft cursive was;

'Hey..

I'm sorry I sent Joe with these, but please ignore that? I would have brought them myself if I could. Believe me, it'd have seemed a lot better... But anyway, let's not dwell on that.

I was going to ask you to the dance, but that plan might not work too well... But, I just wanted to tell you that you are an amazingly beautiful young woman, and that, if you ever would consider it, and you don't have to... Would I be able to take you out for dinner one night?

...Happy Valentines. I hope you like the flowers and candies!
-Alex'