forum Aaa i need someone to roleplay with
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@KalamariCakes

Oh s n a p
I got 2 other ideas:

  • in afghanistan, before taliban and characters are kids before taliban took over
  • fantasy world with winged and normal people, where winged people arent "civilized" and have more of a wildlife behavior and normal humans try to capture them for zoos and selling feathers/wings on black market

@KalamariCakes

Oh wait, i should probably post a bio first lol
Name: Alex Harper
Gender: Male
Sexuality: i dunno yet
Wing type: Raven
Personality: quick-witted, brash, intelligent yet lacks a drop of common sense. Extremely competitive.
Appearance: sharp blue eyes and wild, flameloke ginger hair and skin covered in red freckles. Short and skinny, yet well-muscled.

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Lol

Wait

Is one of our characters going to be human and captures the other or something or are they both winged?

@KalamariCakes

If yours is winged, we could have your character get captured and put in an enclosure with Alex. If they arent winged, they could hate each other at first and then become friends

@KalamariCakes

Coolio! )

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Alex sat on a boulder, dozing off while slouched. The glass roof of the large enclosure let in spills of sunlight through geometric support beams, letting the sixteen-year-old warm up. On all sides of the enclosure was a hallway wrapped around, letting wingless humans gawk at him through a glass barrier. Alex didnt really mind anymore. He couldn't remember a time when there wasn't the hall and the people.
At some point his dozing became interrupted by the sound of a metal door through a hidden entrance– The entrance they usually fed him through. He perked his chin, listening to shuffling feet as three caretakers dragged one of his own kind into the enclosure, sedated into compliance. Then the caretakers left.

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Name: Mikhail Dean
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Very Gay
Wing type: Angel Wings (If that isn't okay then maybe Butterfly wings?)
Personality: Mikhail is sweet and fairly quiet, often times enjoying a comfortable silence a lot more than ongoing chats. He’s awkward around new people at first, but after trusting them, he tends to open up very quickly, often times finding himself uncomfortable when he’s not telling the full truth or being himself. Mikhail, around people he knows and decides to like, can be brutally honest (though sprinkles in some warm words and tries his hardest to make it up if he hurts anyone) and can come off as loud, until he’s put in an uncomfortable situation. He suffers from anxiety and won’t voice his opinions loudly, but with time, he grows the courage to speak up about his thoughts. While he appears to be calm and collected in stressful situations, his mind is often battling with itself, and anxiety is not an uncommon feeling for Mikhail. He’s a quick thinker, but tends to second guess his decisions over and over again, and when he’s in a terribly pressured spot, his facade of stability chips away as his mental state deteriorates. Mikhail despises the idea of being harsh or rude to others, and he tries his hardest to sympathize and be empathetic when he’s talking to others; but when someone somehow uses up all of his patience, he snaps and causes a big (and to be frank, an embarrassing) scene, his thoughts becoming irrational and taking many things (especially criticism) much farther out of proportion that what it truly is. Even with his kind-hearted nature, Mikhail can hold grudges for years - don’t test it. He tries his hardest to be graceful but ends up a bumbling mess in sticky situations. Mikhail also hates the smell of fire, but doesn’t know why his anxiety triggers at it and where the trigger stems from. Even at the slightest whiff of smoke or a lit match can lead to him starting to shake almost uncontrollably, as if he had a fever.
Appearance:
Height: 5’6ft
Eye Color: A light, icy cerulean. The outer edges of his irises are a darker shade, bordering towards violet which gradually fades into the blue as the color moves closer towards his pupil. His eyes are a rounder shape, though they evidently hold the weight of tiredness due to the amounts of exhaustion that often overcome him.
Hair Color: His hair is cut short and curly, with a part on his left side. His hair often falls into his right eye causing him to brush it out of the way or behind his ears. The hues of his short locks are an unnatural platinum silver, with underlying tones of cool blue.
General Features: Freckles dot Mikhail’s dark olive slender face, and his body has a fairly slim, lanky build. His left ear is a little bit nicked at the top from an accident during Kindergarten, and he often has bruises or small cuts from stupid mistakes he makes. Mikhail has an old burn scar, faded and light, on his upper thigh to around his hip area on his right side. (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/427615350125887499/431586547998130178/mikhail_1.png)

(Is he okay?)

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Coolio! )

~~~

Alex sat on a boulder, dozing off while slouched. The glass roof of the large enclosure let in spills of sunlight through geometric support beams, letting the sixteen-year-old warm up. On all sides of the enclosure was a hallway wrapped around, letting wingless humans gawk at him through a glass barrier. Alex didnt really mind anymore. He couldn't remember a time when there wasn't the hall and the people.
At some point his dozing became interrupted by the sound of a metal door through a hidden entrance– The entrance they usually fed him through. He perked his chin, listening to shuffling feet as three caretakers dragged one of his own kind into the enclosure, sedated into compliance. Then the caretakers left.

Mikhail struggled around helplessly as the people shoved him into a glass room. "Let me go!" He yelled as he quickly scrambled up as the door shut. He sighed and sat back down again, looking around him and seeing about a million people staring at him-wait, there was someone else in here with him. He didn't say anything and glared at the people who were staring at him, he never liked being in the center of attention and preferred to stay in the background.

@KalamariCakes

Alex stared at the strange kid. The glossy black feathers on his wings came to stand on end, skeptical of him. The sun lit his hair like a fire. "Who are you?" He spoke kind of quietly, but no less distrusting.