"HOOLIGANS! HOOLIGANS IN MY CAFE!"
Ally sprinted away from the coffee shop with a coffee in hand, giggling gleefully as his converse slapped on the pavement. This was a fun pastime of his, waiting around in a coffee shop until something interesting was ordered and taking it before the actual buyer could, before fleeing. It was really the only way he could get good coffee, because he had to buy everything with a credit card and his adoptive mom would blow a gasket if she saw coffee charges on his card. She hated coffee, said it was the drink of devil children or whatever. Crotchety old hag. He never really liked her anyways, just like he didn't like the last 6. He turned to look back at the cafe, seeing an old man shaking his fist and scowling at him. He giggled, before facing forward again. His eyes widened in surprise as he stumbled into another boy, knocking them both over and spilling the coffee over the other's sweatshirt. He froze for a moment, hands on either side of the blonde's head as their faces were inches apart. He looked down, eyes widening further at the fact that the spilled coffee hadn't burned the boy. On the contrary, it was steaming up and rising off of his chest like he had poured the coffee on dry ice or something. He looked back to the boy he was currently pinning, eyebrows raised in a silent question before he realized the situation and blushed, getting up quickly and holding out a hand to help the other up.
"Oh my god I am so so so so sorry I didn't see you then I ran into you and I spilled my coffee all over you and oh my god your sweatshirt jesus fuck I'll replace that but first why is your chest producing steam?" He babbled out a mile a minute, eyes nervous as his free hand rubbed the back of his neck.
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1v1 RP between timaeusTestified and Vantas, a restoration of old OCs we felt the need to revive. Mainly because they were characters who deserve to be better written than they were when we first made them.
CS:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Description:
Personality:
Bio(Optional):
Powers(If any):
Other(Talents, hobbies, notable things, etc.):
Name: Ally McCall
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Description/Photo:
5'9, 145 lbs. Strikingly blue mischievous eyes.
Personality: Playful and silly, Ally is remarkably childish in most things he does. He simplifies things easily, and is constantly asking questions about things as his curiosity gets the best of him. He's also compassionate and caring, and more than willing to be a shoulder to cry on though he's not the best at giving advice due to his lack of life experiences. He's lived a sheltered life, which in turn has made him slightly naive. He complains a lot when things don't go his way, and gets ridiculously obnoxious about it to the point where he'll jump on your back and yell whatever it is he wants over and over again into your ear. He's incredibly passionate, and it sometimes gets the best of him. He gets easily upset in arguments and will often say things he doesn't actually mean. He feels incomprehensibly guilty about the way he gets when he fights, and will apologize until his face is blue if he hurts someone he loves. However, he's really stubborn and once he makes a decision he tends to stick with it.
Bio(Optional):
Powers(If any):Completely ordinary.
Other(Talents, hobbies, notable things, etc.): Enjoys sculpting things, and taking extremely hipster photos of foods and the sunset. He's actually a great photographer.
CS:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Description:
Personality:
Bio(Optional):
Powers(If any):
Other(Talents, hobbies, notable things, etc.):
Name: Ally McCall
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Description/Photo:
5'9, 145 lbs. Strikingly blue mischievous eyes.
Personality: Playful and silly, Ally is remarkably childish in most things he does. He simplifies things easily, and is constantly asking questions about things as his curiosity gets the best of him. He's also compassionate and caring, and more than willing to be a shoulder to cry on though he's not the best at giving advice due to his lack of life experiences. He's lived a sheltered life, which in turn has made him slightly naive. He complains a lot when things don't go his way, and gets ridiculously obnoxious about it to the point where he'll jump on your back and yell whatever it is he wants over and over again into your ear. He's incredibly passionate, and it sometimes gets the best of him. He gets easily upset in arguments and will often say things he doesn't actually mean. He feels incomprehensibly guilty about the way he gets when he fights, and will apologize until his face is blue if he hurts someone he loves. However, he's really stubborn and once he makes a decision he tends to stick with it.
Bio(Optional):
Powers(If any):Completely ordinary.
Other(Talents, hobbies, notable things, etc.): Enjoys sculpting things, and taking extremely hipster photos of foods and the sunset. He's actually a great photographer.
I'd suggest just posting your CS and seeing whether or not it's approved.
Oh man I hope I get approved soon looks like Kami could use a helping hand from that tumble down the stairs, and Taylor would be more than likely to help.
what's a trap
who's a trap
where's the trap
Unless you're quoting Star Wars?? Idk I'm running on 3 hours of sleep.
who's a trap
where's the trap
Unless you're quoting Star Wars?? Idk I'm running on 3 hours of sleep.
Appearance: 
5'3, 115 lbs, skinny yet healthy frame.
Name: Taylor Proelium
Nickname: Tay
Age: 16
Past before fostering: Her mother was a heavy drinker and drug user. She had many step fathers, and her original father was gone the moment she was born. Every step father and boyfriend either hated, abused, or mistreated her if not all of the above. When this happened, her mother never believed her and punished her for lying. One day, one of her teachers at school noticed the bruises and the way Taylor shied away from male contact. She reported it to the school counselor, and when Taylor was called into the counselor's office to talk about it, she revealed everything in a sobbing mess. Still, after all that, she loved her mother dearly and begged to stay with her and help take care of her. Regardless, she was taken away from her mother, who refused rehabilitation, and placed in foster care. It's been 2 years since then.
Personality: Very kind and caring, she's the most compassionate soul you'll ever meet. She constantly places others before herself, though she loves to make snarky comments and sarcastic replies. She means everything she says in good humour, and is always careful to avoid making people uncomfortable or upset. If she does, she'lll apologize profusely and feel terribly guilty about it. She's also easily hurt, and will often be easily downtrodden about silly things. If you tell her you think her hair looks weird, she'll worry and fret over it for hours and it'll haunt her all day.
Fear: Being forgotten or left behind. She can't stand to be away from others for very long.
Power: Empath. She can feel and attempt to absorb the emotions and pains of another. If someone is having anxiety, or is in a bad mood, she can touch them and take most if not all of their troubles onto herself. She then slowly heals and calms herself from it. If another is wounded badly, the same applies. However, she is not invincible and taking on a wound too great or psychological ailment too powerful can kill her or make her go insane. She's almost killed herself like 20 times sneaking into hospitals to heal critically injured people and nearly killing herself because she's a butt who doesn't care about herself as much as she should. Also, if she's separated from other humans for an extended period of time, it physically drains her since being an empath means she literally absorbs the emotions and feelings of those around her, even if only in minuscule amounts. She can die if kept in captivity for too long.
Other: She taught herself ASL when her mother was attached to tubes and such in the hospital and couldn't talk, so they'd have some way of communication. She's still fluent in it. She sometimes watercolors, though she cannot for the life of her do people. Only scenery and animals.
5'3, 115 lbs, skinny yet healthy frame.
Name: Taylor Proelium
Nickname: Tay
Age: 16
Past before fostering: Her mother was a heavy drinker and drug user. She had many step fathers, and her original father was gone the moment she was born. Every step father and boyfriend either hated, abused, or mistreated her if not all of the above. When this happened, her mother never believed her and punished her for lying. One day, one of her teachers at school noticed the bruises and the way Taylor shied away from male contact. She reported it to the school counselor, and when Taylor was called into the counselor's office to talk about it, she revealed everything in a sobbing mess. Still, after all that, she loved her mother dearly and begged to stay with her and help take care of her. Regardless, she was taken away from her mother, who refused rehabilitation, and placed in foster care. It's been 2 years since then.
Personality: Very kind and caring, she's the most compassionate soul you'll ever meet. She constantly places others before herself, though she loves to make snarky comments and sarcastic replies. She means everything she says in good humour, and is always careful to avoid making people uncomfortable or upset. If she does, she'lll apologize profusely and feel terribly guilty about it. She's also easily hurt, and will often be easily downtrodden about silly things. If you tell her you think her hair looks weird, she'll worry and fret over it for hours and it'll haunt her all day.
Fear: Being forgotten or left behind. She can't stand to be away from others for very long.
Power: Empath. She can feel and attempt to absorb the emotions and pains of another. If someone is having anxiety, or is in a bad mood, she can touch them and take most if not all of their troubles onto herself. She then slowly heals and calms herself from it. If another is wounded badly, the same applies. However, she is not invincible and taking on a wound too great or psychological ailment too powerful can kill her or make her go insane. She's almost killed herself like 20 times sneaking into hospitals to heal critically injured people and nearly killing herself because she's a butt who doesn't care about herself as much as she should. Also, if she's separated from other humans for an extended period of time, it physically drains her since being an empath means she literally absorbs the emotions and feelings of those around her, even if only in minuscule amounts. She can die if kept in captivity for too long.
Other: She taught herself ASL when her mother was attached to tubes and such in the hospital and couldn't talk, so they'd have some way of communication. She's still fluent in it. She sometimes watercolors, though she cannot for the life of her do people. Only scenery and animals.
ignore this post im a doofus who doesnt know how to delete posts
Sarah nodded, getting up slowly. She felt slightly numb, and decided that for now blocking out her emotions was the best decision. She turned the stove back on, putting the spaghetti and sauce on it and slowly stirring the sauce. She pulled out a can of corn, putting that on as well. It was only when the food was done cooking did she realize she made four servings. One for her, one for Simon, one for her mother, one for- nobody. Nobody was getting the last serving. She'd eat it herself.
Sarah served the food, giving Simon one serving, herself twice as much. She left some in the pot for her mother when she returned. Sarah pulled out silverware, cups, water, and juice, as well as pulling out a chair for Simon. She sat down in one herself, getting started on the plateful of food in silence.
Sarah served the food, giving Simon one serving, herself twice as much. She left some in the pot for her mother when she returned. Sarah pulled out silverware, cups, water, and juice, as well as pulling out a chair for Simon. She sat down in one herself, getting started on the plateful of food in silence.
Sarah started shaking her head, getting hysterical. "No, no, you don't understand. He- he raped me, Simon." She continued to shake her head, voice cracking as she laughed darkly. "I-I'm damaged goods. Broken before I even arrived in the mail. I should be sent back as a defect. I know you won't hurt me, I trust you more than that. But even if you tried, there's really not much left to hurt."
Sarah looked down, face unreadable. "I was told for two years that I was nothing. That I deserved nothing, especially not him. It's all I can believe at this point. He... He did things. Said things, the most awful things. He convinced me to do things. Other things... He got impatient and wouldn't wait for me to agree. He'd always apologize afterwards, and I kept forgiving him. I always forgave him for such horrible things."
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