forum Describe one of your characters and I'll pair them with one of mine (Closed)

Started December 30, 2020 by @sheabutter group

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Could you possibly do Pierce?

Pierce:

MESSY, Fluffy, Charcoal-Coloured hair. Thin lips and eyebrows. Doesn't really smile that much. 6 ft. Diamond nose piercing on the right side. Mostly spotted in slightly ripped band tee-shirts and black jeans. One sky blue eye and one hazel eye.

Likes Dark humor, Bi, Sarcastic, Reads a lot, Talks to himself, Shy, and Kinda hard to talk to. Loner. Pisces. Loyal and Slightly Possessive and Clingy. Bad at Math. Likes Poetry.

In today's society, he'd be summed up like this: black heart emoji, dark academia, boba, button-up shirts, and (brown, beige, hickory, and black) plaid pants, and Doc Martens.

You bet! I pair Pierce with Arynalli Anuusi! Arynalli (or Aryn) has dark brown skin, short reddish-brown hair, and rust-brown eyes along with glasses. They're a librarian and author, love to read, and don't like fighting all that much. They come off as quiet to strangers, but around friends and those they trust, they can be quite loud and clumsy.

I imagine they meet at a park…

Pierce sat underneath the tree, focusing intently on his book. He didn't even notice someone else approach until they sat down next to him.

"Hello," they greeted cheerfully. Pierce looked up sharply.

"Oh. Hello," he answered, returning to his book. He only half-hoped the stranger would go away.

They didn't.

"My name's Aryn," they continued.

"Uh…Pierce."

"Do you mind if I ask what you're reading?"

Pierce looked back up, an annoyed look on his face, but it quickly disappeared when he saw the sheer curiosity in Aryn's eyes. He sighed and closed the book.

"It's called A History on the Kingdoms of Man," he answered. Aryn's face seemed to light up.

"Seriously? I wrote that book!" they said excitedly. Pierce furrowed his brow and looked at the front cover.

A History on the Kingdoms of Man by Arynalli Anuusi.

"Huh," Pierce said out loud. "Cool. I didn't know. Well, you did good on it. It's…very interesting." He glanced back up at Aryn, who's eyes were shining.

"Really?"

"Yeah, really." Pierce couldn't help but be slightly amused at the other's excitement. "A shame it's all fiction, though." He sighed, taking another glance at the front cover. The cover depicted images of soldiers riding into battle, their weapons lofted high in the air and winged people swooping down from the clouds, while mermaids splashed in the ocean.

Aryn's excitement seemed to die a little. "Fiction?"

"Well…yeah. I mean, you can't honestly expect me to believe that the…the winged people–"

"Ae-girans," Aryn said patiently.

"Right. Yeah. The Ae'girans. You can't expect me to believe that they were real! And the mermaids?"

"Tsi-dians."

"Whatever. They're all make-believe. But it's an impressive story, at least. Really creative."

Aryn laughed quietly. "Pierce…" They reached over and took the book from him, flipping it over so they could read the spine. "What genre does it say it belongs in? Read that out to me."

Pierce moved closer. "…nonfiction? But…but it's–"

Aryn laughed again and handed the book back.

Pierce was still stammering. "But…how? How is it possible? How can mermaids and winged people be real?"

Aryn stood up. "There's time enough to answer those questions, but how about over a nice cup of coffee instead of on the dirt under a tree when it's about to rain?"

Pierce stood slowly, his mind still reeling.

"So. Local? Or Starbucks?" Aryn asked.

I pair Sora with Prince Destrian!

DAMN! You're good at this. And the story chef's kiss

Thank you so much <3

Could you possibly do Pierce?

Pierce:

MESSY, Fluffy, Charcoal-Coloured hair. Thin lips and eyebrows. Doesn't really smile that much. 6 ft. Diamond nose piercing on the right side. Mostly spotted in slightly ripped band tee-shirts and black jeans. One sky blue eye and one hazel eye.

Likes Dark humor, Bi, Sarcastic, Reads a lot, Talks to himself, Shy, and Kinda hard to talk to. Loner. Pisces. Loyal and Slightly Possessive and Clingy. Bad at Math. Likes Poetry.

In today's society, he'd be summed up like this: black heart emoji, dark academia, boba, button-up shirts, and (brown, beige, hickory, and black) plaid pants, and Doc Martens.

You bet! I pair Pierce with Arynalli Anuusi! Arynalli (or Aryn) has dark brown skin, short reddish-brown hair, and rust-brown eyes along with glasses. They're a librarian and author, love to read, and don't like fighting all that much. They come off as quiet to strangers, but around friends and those they trust, they can be quite loud and clumsy.

I imagine they meet at a park…

Pierce sat underneath the tree, focusing intently on his book. He didn't even notice someone else approach until they sat down next to him.

"Hello," they greeted cheerfully. Pierce looked up sharply.

"Oh. Hello," he answered, returning to his book. He only half-hoped the stranger would go away.

They didn't.

"My name's Aryn," they continued.

"Uh…Pierce."

"Do you mind if I ask what you're reading?"

Pierce looked back up, an annoyed look on his face, but it quickly disappeared when he saw the sheer curiosity in Aryn's eyes. He sighed and closed the book.

"It's called A History on the Kingdoms of Man," he answered. Aryn's face seemed to light up.

"Seriously? I wrote that book!" they said excitedly. Pierce furrowed his brow and looked at the front cover.

A History on the Kingdoms of Man by Arynalli Anuusi.

"Huh," Pierce said out loud. "Cool. I didn't know. Well, you did good on it. It's…very interesting." He glanced back up at Aryn, who's eyes were shining.

"Really?"

"Yeah, really." Pierce couldn't help but be slightly amused at the other's excitement. "A shame it's all fiction, though." He sighed, taking another glance at the front cover. The cover depicted images of soldiers riding into battle, their weapons lofted high in the air and winged people swooping down from the clouds, while mermaids splashed in the ocean.

Aryn's excitement seemed to die a little. "Fiction?"

"Well…yeah. I mean, you can't honestly expect me to believe that the…the winged people–"

"Ae-girans," Aryn said patiently.

"Right. Yeah. The Ae'girans. You can't expect me to believe that they were real! And the mermaids?"

"Tsi-dians."

"Whatever. They're all make-believe. But it's an impressive story, at least. Really creative."

Aryn laughed quietly. "Pierce…" They reached over and took the book from him, flipping it over so they could read the spine. "What genre does it say it belongs in? Read that out to me."

Pierce moved closer. "…nonfiction? But…but it's–"

Aryn laughed again and handed the book back.

Pierce was still stammering. "But…how? How is it possible? How can mermaids and winged people be real?"

Aryn stood up. "There's time enough to answer those questions, but how about over a nice cup of coffee instead of on the dirt under a tree when it's about to rain?"

Pierce stood slowly, his mind still reeling.

"So. Local? Or Starbucks?" Aryn asked.

I-holy- you've made my day. 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝓨𝓸𝓾!!

I-holy- you've made my day. 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝓨𝓸𝓾!!

Of course! It was so fun!

Ooo, this looks cool!
If you have time, can you by boi Jedrek?

Ooo, this looks cool!
If you have time, can you by boi Jedrek?

Sure can! I pair Jedrek with Prince Sadon. Sadon has pale white skin, bright green eyes, and short dirty blonde hair. He's quiet and gentle and doesn't like to fight, but will if he has to. He tends to think before he acts, and while that is good in some cases, it can cause him to hesitate.

I imagine they meet while Jedrek is still traveling…

Jedrek shivered and pulled his cloak tighter around him as the snow and wind whipped his hair behind him. The White Mountains were no place to be in the winter and he knew that, but he thought he could make it before the storm hit.

He had been wrong.

He pressed on, reminding himself why he was doing this. It was for Cloa, all of this was for Cloa. He had to return to her, so he couldn't give up now, he couldn't collapse.

But that was getting harder to do by the second.

Jendrek paused for a moment to take in his surroundings. The only thing that could offer him some sort of shelter was a large rock with a small space underneath it. Jendrek gritted his teeth and forced himself to make it over to the rock, where he promptly collapsed, shivering.

He stayed there until the blizzard ended, leaving a clear full moon shining on the fresh snow. Unfortunately, the boy couldn't enjoy it. He was hungry and cold and exhausted and was nearly out of food. Everything was going downhill.

That is, until he heard the whinny of a horse. He snapped his head up at the sound. It sounded fairly close.

"Hello?" he called out, standing up in his tiny rock shelter. "Hey! Is anyone there?"

His voice echoed off the mountains and it took a moment before he got an answer in the form of a large chestnut-brown horse coming into view. The horse skidded to a stop on the snow and the rider hopped off.

"Hey, are you okay?" they asked. Their face was shielded almost entirely with clothes, leaving just their eyes visible. Jendrek glanced between them and the horse.

"I'm sorry, I got lost out here during the storm…do you think you could help me?" he asked. The stranger nodded.

"Of course." They went back to their horse and swung up into the saddle before reaching a hand down to Jendrek. "Hop on."

Jendrek took their gloved hand and hoisted himself onto the chestnut behind his rescuer. He had just barely got on when the person took up the reigns and nudged the horse's side. They took off across the mountain, the horse kicking up snow as they went.

"My name's Sadon," the person said as they traveled over the ridge and down the mountain.

"I'm Jendrek."

"What were you doing out here in a blizzard, Jendrek?"

Jendrek wrapped his cloak around himself again. "Trying to make it over the mountains. I thought I could make it before the storm." They rode on in silence for a moment before he spoke again. "And you? Why are you out here?"

"Oh…I was looking for someone," Sadon answered. His voice made it clear he didn't want to talk about it further, so Jendrek didn't press. "Can I drop you off at the foot of the mountain?"

Jendrek sighed. It would take him twice as much time to get back up here with all of the fresh snow…but it was better than being stuck up here. At least there was a village at the foot of the mountain that he could restock on clothes and food at. He gave Sadon a reluctant nod.

"Perfect." And they did. Sadon stopped the horse and dropped Jendrek off outside a small inn. "Good luck, Jendrek. I hope you get to where you're going."

"Thanks…I hope you find who you're looking for."

Sadon pulled his scarf down for a quick moment to give Jendrek a smile before he pulled it back up. "C'mon, Janshai," he murmured to the horse. They disappeared back up the mountain and Jendrek was left alone again.

Ooo, this looks cool!
If you have time, can you by boi Jedrek?

Sure can! I pair Jedrek with Prince Sadon. Sadon has pale white skin, bright green eyes, and short dirty blonde hair. He's quiet and gentle and doesn't like to fight, but will if he has to. He tends to think before he acts, and while that is good in some cases, it can cause him to hesitate.

I imagine they meet while Jedrek is still traveling…

Jedrek shivered and pulled his cloak tighter around him as the snow and wind whipped his hair behind him. The White Mountains were no place to be in the winter and he knew that, but he thought he could make it before the storm hit.

He had been wrong.

He pressed on, reminding himself why he was doing this. It was for Cloa, all of this was for Cloa. He had to return to her, so he couldn't give up now, he couldn't collapse.

But that was getting harder to do by the second.

Jendrek paused for a moment to take in his surroundings. The only thing that could offer him some sort of shelter was a large rock with a small space underneath it. Jendrek gritted his teeth and forced himself to make it over to the rock, where he promptly collapsed, shivering.

He stayed there until the blizzard ended, leaving a clear full moon shining on the fresh snow. Unfortunately, the boy couldn't enjoy it. He was hungry and cold and exhausted and was nearly out of food. Everything was going downhill.

That is, until he heard the whinny of a horse. He snapped his head up at the sound. It sounded fairly close.

"Hello?" he called out, standing up in his tiny rock shelter. "Hey! Is anyone there?"

His voice echoed off the mountains and it took a moment before he got an answer in the form of a large chestnut-brown horse coming into view. The horse skidded to a stop on the snow and the rider hopped off.

"Hey, are you okay?" they asked. Their face was shielded almost entirely with clothes, leaving just their eyes visible. Jendrek glanced between them and the horse.

"I'm sorry, I got lost out here during the storm…do you think you could help me?" he asked. The stranger nodded.

"Of course." They went back to their horse and swung up into the saddle before reaching a hand down to Jendrek. "Hop on."

Jendrek took their gloved hand and hoisted himself onto the chestnut behind his rescuer. He had just barely got on when the person took up the reigns and nudged the horse's side. They took off across the mountain, the horse kicking up snow as they went.

"My name's Sadon," the person said as they traveled over the ridge and down the mountain.

"I'm Jendrek."

"What were you doing out here in a blizzard, Jendrek?"

Jendrek wrapped his cloak around himself again. "Trying to make it over the mountains. I thought I could make it before the storm." They rode on in silence for a moment before he spoke again. "And you? Why are you out here?"

"Oh…I was looking for someone," Sadon answered. His voice made it clear he didn't want to talk about it further, so Jendrek didn't press. "Can I drop you off at the foot of the mountain?"

Jendrek sighed. It would take him twice as much time to get back up here with all of the fresh snow…but it was better than being stuck up here. At least there was a village at the foot of the mountain that he could restock on clothes and food at. He gave Sadon a reluctant nod.

"Perfect." And they did. Sadon stopped the horse and dropped Jendrek off outside a small inn. "Good luck, Jendrek. I hope you get to where you're going."

"Thanks…I hope you find who you're looking for."

Sadon pulled his scarf down for a quick moment to give Jendrek a smile before he pulled it back up. "C'mon, Janshai," he murmured to the horse. They disappeared back up the mountain and Jendrek was left alone again.

Thank you so much! I love it!

🤔…Say, how's about I show you a few character options and you pick one, is that ok?

OOOOH this looks cool!! :D
do you think you could do Shea?? Invalid Character

Absolutely! I pair Shea (hehe that's my name) with Sir Peter Deximenis.

Peter has light brown skin, long black hair that's usually braided into dreadlocks, and warm brown eyes. He is a knight and is extremely loyal to his friends and his kingdom. He tries his best to be rational but doesn't really succeed in it and he spends most of his time trying to keep the princes out of trouble.

I imagine that they meet on a dark, rainy evening.

Shea pulled her hood lower over her head and narrowed her eyes, studying the castle carefully. If she was correct–which she was almost positive she was–the break-in would be happening within the next hour, and therefore, the assassination. Or attempt, at least. She was going to stop them.

Sure enough, after 10 more minutes of waiting, she watched three figures make their way to the front gate, slaughtering the few poor soldiers standing guard. Shea drew her dagger slowly, watching the assassins make their way into the castle before following them.

The shadowy figures sprinted through the throne room, down a hallway, and up the stairs, headed straight for the prince's room. Shea was right behind them.

"Stop!" Shea whirled around at the sudden voice and came face-to-face with a tall, scary-looking knight. "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Shea glanced at her dagger, then at her clothes, which consisted of tight-fitting pants, a loose tunic, and a dark cloak. She admitted it didn't look good. "Um…well…I was sent by the kingdom of the North to deliver a message straight to the prince himself."

"Which kingdom of the North?" the knight questioned. Shea gulped.

"The…Eastern one?"

The knight drew his sword and pointed it at Shea. "You have exactly 10 seconds to explain yourself–and tell the truth–before I put this sword through your heart. Am I understood?"

Shea sighed. "Look, as we speak, three assassins are on their way to kill your precious prince, alright? I'm here to stop them."

The knight lowered his sword. "Are…are you serious?"

Shea nodded, flipping her dagger. "Dead serious. C'mon." She took off down the hallway and heard clanking behind her, indicating that the knight was following. She was thankful that she didn't have armor slowing her down.

She caught up with the assassins easily and lunged forward, her dagger flashing as it caught the moonlight streaming in from a window. Her blade caught the throat of the one trying to pick the lock to the prince's room and with one quick, clean slice, they were easily dealt with.

Shea stood over the body, examining it for weapons and completely forgetting about the other two hitmen until one cut a deep wound into her arm. Shea let out a cry of pain, dropping her dagger, which was quickly snatched up by the assassin.

She was no longer thankful she didn't have armor.

The killer began to approach, wielding her dagger in one hand and a spear in the other. Who brings a spear to assassinate a prince? Shea wondered as she backed away from the assassin, tripping over the body of the other. She hit the ground hard and winced.

She fished around for another weapon, but couldn't find one in time. The assassin brought the knife down on her and Shea cringed, preparing herself for the worst.

Instead, another body hit the floor next to the first and her knife clattered to the ground beside her. She looked up to find the knight from earlier, holding a hand out to her. Shea pretended to not see it and forced herself up, picking her dagger back up.

"Thanks," she huffed.

"No problem. How did you–?"

"Behind you!" Shea shoved the knight aside and threw her dagger, hitting the final assassin in the chest. They fell to the ground with a thud and Shea breathed out a sigh of relief. "That's all of them." She turned to the knight and raised an eyebrow. "And? Who are you, my knight in shining armor?"

The boy lifted his visor to reveal dark, kind eyes, framed by warm brown skin. "The name's Peter Deximenis," he said, holding his hand out, this time to shake.

Shea gave the knight a once over, though she couldn't tell much from the armor. "Nice to meet you, Peter. I'm Shea. I mean–" She mentally cursed herself for giving out her name. "It's not Shea! It's…um…Sheeee…annon! Yup, Shannon."

Peter laughed quietly. "Well, Shannon, I'd like to know how you knew about the assassins."

Shea sheathed her dagger, pulled her hood back over her head, and turned to leave. "I don't give away my secrets."

"Please?" Peter took a step forward. "Just in case?"

Shea looked back quickly, her eyes twinkling. "I'll see you around, Peter Deximenis." She winked before taking off down the hallway, leaving the knight there, standing amongst three bodies outside the prince's bedroom door.

aklsjf;alksjdf YES thank you for this. Shea's perfectly in character thank you my human!! :DD

aklsjf;alksjdf YES thank you for this. Shea's perfectly in character thank you my human!! :DD

I'm glad you like it!!

🤔…Say, how's about I show you a few character options and you pick one, is that ok?

Sounds fine! Hand em over!!

hi do you think you could do another for me of Bianca??

🤔…Say, how's about I show you a few character options and you pick one, is that ok?

Sounds fine! Hand em over!!

🤔…Say, how's about I show you a few character options and you pick one, is that ok?

Sounds fine! Hand em over!!

This one was difficult, to be honest, so I actually went over to my other book, which is about superheroes, to make it easier. (Also I really hope you don't mind that I made him human) I paired Jay with Jordan Sanchez. Jordan has dark brown skin, short black hair, and brown eyes. He's very reserved and doesn't trust anyone. He was trapped and experimented on for 11 years of his life and it kept him from being able to trust people completely. His main power is healing.

I imagine they meet on the street…

Jay turned the corner into an alley, panting as he sprinted. The police officer was just behind him.

"Hey! Stop!" the officer ordered. Jay tripped over a trashcan and fell to the ground. He cursed under his breath. His ankle was throbbing terribly, possibly broken. He looked back up.

"Get back!" he warned. His claws grew from his fingers, glinting in the moonlight.

"Nope. Sorry. You’re gonna have to come with me.” The officer made a grab for him, but stopped short, his eyes wide. He collapsed to the ground in front of Jay and he looked up in bewilderment.

A tall boy stood behind where the officer had just been standing, holding a baseball bat in his hands and breathing heavily. Blood dripped from a large cut on his face. “You okay?” he asked, stepping forward. Jay nodded and pushed himself up, wincing as he stepped on his ankle.

“Just fine. Thanks…” he trailed off.

“Jordan," the boy filled in.

"That wasn't a question," Jay bit back harshly. Jordan huffed.

"Sorry. My mistake." He wiped his brow. "Just thought I'd try to help." He waved his hand. "Go on, I guess. Be free. Go to school, don't do drugs, drink your milk, don't do whatever you did to make that guy mad at you, blah blah blah, et cetera. Nice meeting you."

Jay retracted his claws and brushed himself off. "Not like I asked for your help," he answered. "I could've handled it."

"Mhm. I'm sure you could've." Jordan pressed a hand to the wound on his cheek and took a deep breath. Jay watched with mild interest as the wound closed.

"A healer," he mused. He yelped as Jordan grabbed his arm. "What do you think you're–"

"Sit down," Jordan whispered. Jay laughed.

"What?"

"Sit. Down." Jordan pushed Jay lightly and the boy was forced to sit.

"What are you doing?" he asked incredulously. Jordan examined Jay's ankle for a moment before placing his hand over it and closing his eyes. Jay watched in disbelief as his ankle mended until it was as good as ever. He laughed despite himself. "Uh…thanks…"

Jordan stood up. "Stay outta trouble, yeah? That's the last time I do something like that for a stranger." A ghost of a smile lined his face before he waved, picked up his bat, and left.

This one was difficult, to be honest, so I actually went over to my other book, which is about superheroes, to make it easier. (Also I really hope you don't mind that I made him human) I paired Jay with Jordan Sanchez. Jordan has dark brown skin, short black hair, and brown eyes. He's very reserved and doesn't trust anyone. He was trapped and experimented on for 11 years of his life and it kept him from being able to trust people completely. His main power is healing.

I imagine they meet on the street…

Jay turned the corner into an alley, panting as he sprinted. The police officer was just behind him.

"Hey! Stop!" the officer ordered. Jay tripped over a trashcan and fell to the ground. He cursed under his breath. His ankle was throbbing terribly, possibly broken. He looked back up.

"Get back!" he warned. His claws grew from his fingers, glinting in the moonlight.

"Nope. Sorry. You’re gonna have to come with me.” The officer made a grab for him, but stopped short, his eyes wide. He collapsed to the ground in front of Jay and he looked up in bewilderment.

A tall boy stood behind where the officer had just been standing, holding a baseball bat in his hands and breathing heavily. Blood dripped from a large cut on his face. “You okay?” he asked, stepping forward. Jay nodded and pushed himself up, wincing as he stepped on his ankle.

“Just fine. Thanks…” he trailed off.

“Jordan," the boy filled in.

"That wasn't a question," Jay bit back harshly. Jordan huffed.

"Sorry. My mistake." He wiped his brow. "Just thought I'd try to help." He waved his hand. "Go on, I guess. Be free. Go to school, don't do drugs, drink your milk, don't do whatever you did to make that guy mad at you, blah blah blah, et cetera. Nice meeting you."

Jay retracted his claws and brushed himself off. "Not like I asked for your help," he answered. "I could've handled it."

"Mhm. I'm sure you could've." Jordan pressed a hand to the wound on his cheek and took a deep breath. Jay watched with mild interest as the wound closed.

"A healer," he mused. He yelped as Jordan grabbed his arm. "What do you think you're–"

"Sit down," Jordan whispered. Jay laughed.

"What?"

"Sit. Down." Jordan pushed Jay lightly and the boy was forced to sit.

"What are you doing?" he asked incredulously. Jordan examined Jay's ankle for a moment before placing his hand over it and closing his eyes. Jay watched in disbelief as his ankle mended until it was as good as ever. He laughed despite himself. "Uh…thanks…"

Jordan stood up. "Stay outta trouble, yeah? That's the last time I do something like that for a stranger." A ghost of a smile lined his face before he waved, picked up his bat, and left.

IM LOVE THIS THAMK YOU

And sure, I don't mind him being human if you had to make him so (Plus now I just wanna like, make this into a comic or at least just an art someday, and I likewise hope you'll be ok with making Jordan an anthro animal? Otherwise I can make them their respective species; Jay as a yeen, Jordan as a human. Like a crossover kinda thing?)

I haven't thought about whether or not to make Jay the distrusting "I didn' need yo help >:v" type of guy, cuz there's not really much abuse or betrayal in his past _{(could change tho, maybe…)}, but oh well, this is nonetheless a work of art [chef's kiss]

Again, tysm

IM LOVE THIS THAMK YOU

And sure, I don't mind him being human if you had to make him so (Plus now I just wanna like, make this into a comic or at least just an art someday, and I likewise hope you'll be ok with making Jordan an anthro animal? Otherwise I can make them their respective species; Jay as a yeen, Jordan as a human. Like a crossover kinda thing?)

I haven't thought about whether or not to make Jay the distrusting "I didn' need yo help >:v" type of guy, cuz there's not really much abuse or betrayal in his past _{(could change tho, maybe…)}, but oh well, this is nonetheless a work of art [chef's kiss]

Again, tysm

Thank you!! A comic would be really cool, actually, and do whatever you want with this story–make them both humans or both anthro. It's my gift to you <3

Theo
Appearance- He is short for his age, standing only around 5 and a half feet, he has a petite and androgynous frame. His hair greyish with curly bands as it falls to his shoulder, Has an oval head with a pointed chin, a low and flat nose, and relaxed artic blue monolid eyes, He deeply resembles his twin sister, Cleo
Like: Cheddar Cheese, Punk Music, Busy places, Nighttime, Mice, Diorama
Dislikes: Having nothing to do, Being ignored, Bullies, Time wasters

Paint Mossrot/L'Ura: (Mossrot is his birth name, L'Ura was the family he was adopted into. Currently, he's inclined to introduce himself as Mossrot)
He's a tiefling, (and my current D&D character), with cloud white skin, riddled with silvery-grey patches (he's got vitaligo). His hair is black with white patches and streaks, generally unkempt, long and thick. He'll braid parts of it when it threatens to rat up, but mostly lets it do it's own thing. His horns are a dark silver blue, curly and long, and he usually decorates them and his tail with ribbons, piercings, and jewelry. His overshirt is loose and flowy. It's hard to tell where the sleeves end and the shirt starts, and visa versa. Underneath he wears a crop top with a single strap sleeve on the left side. His pants are on the more fitted side, and he wears fancy but practical boots. His color palette is blues, silvers, whites, blacks, and various shades of purple and pink and such. He's thin, elegant and a little fragile. He's on the taller side (though compared to his super buff Aasimar adopted family, he's a stumpy twig).

He's a friendly, cheerful, upbeat guy. He's everybody's best friend, and while he's not the brightest berry in the bunch, he's charismatic and charming. He's able to kind of fit and form his mannerisms to match whoever he's talking about. He's adventurous, a little immature, but very, very caring for those around him. He's got a selfish streak, but it comes out rarely, in very specific situations. He's also wildly independent, and HATES being babied or sheltered. Part of this is because of his seizure disorder, (And the fact that he canonically has 5 hit points), and his upbringing of overly protective family members. He'll almost never tell new people about his disability, because he wants them to think he's normal. He's got a fantastic imagination, and is a stunning calligrapher (which was going to be his occupation before some stuff went down). He's got very little trauma, surprisingly haha. His backstory is a little dark, but honestly, he was too young to remember most of it, and his adopted family gave him a cushy, safe, happy life. So he's genuinely happy, just so excited to get out and see the world finally.

He's a wild mage sorcerer, and has…some control over his powers. But he looooves using them. He loves his family, his friends, and would happily jump in front of any one of them to save them. Even though he only has 5 HP : ,)
I hate him for that, but it's too much of his character at this point. I'm so afraid he's gonna die. He's made it to 27, buuut… He's only just started making his own way in the world :(

Anyway! I'll leave you with his party/social aesthetic, I'm really looking forward to seeing who you put him with!

"Dancing with a stranger, talking in a corner with an acquaintance, draped over a couch, snuggling with close friends. Navigating the space gracefully and confidently, fetching food and drinks for his shy friends, reaching out to the wall flowers, laughing with the party’s soul. A time to meet new people, bond with old friends, maybe find a dazzling stranger to spin away the night with. Drinking, living, always staying at the top of his game, never too drunk to think or dance properly, never too forward to turn anyone off."

I have a character that doesn't have a partner in my universe since I paired off the people that they could be with this, so meet Frog!
They use they/them pronouns, they're asexual and either biromantic or panromantic (they're not sure yet), and they're 19. They have shoulder-length green hair that's usually pulled back to reveal their undercut. They also have brown eyes and some freckles on their nose. They're casually a stoner but they're really sweet and just want to be close with people.
Likes: Monster Energy, especially the Monster Rehabs, dark chocolate, big soft blankets, listening to music.
Dislikes: Snow and cold weather, Karens and bigots, being ignored

ooh, nabila please! :)

ooh, this seems fun :o
here's Dollie !

This is kinda fun. There is no rush :)

Okay Okay- I got one- Take my boi Antonio >:)