forum Heal This Broken Heart [Private // Closed]

Started December 12, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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WARNING: The description of this roleplay may contain sensitive subjects for some people, but I will try to keep them out of the actual roleplay itself.

Devon Abrams had the perfect life. She had two loving parents, the best friends in the world, and an amazing boyfriend. All through high school, she thought her life would stay that way, and she hoped, almost desperately, that she would one day marry that boyfriend. In one night, those dreams were shattered. She learned the reality of the cruelty of life.

One late October night, as she was walking home from a drama club meeting, someone clamor a hand over her mouth. She was dragged into the alley, and the man tore away her most precious possession: her innocence.

Someone heard her screams for help and called the police, who found her curled up, dirty and bloodied, against a wall. She pushed them away, her mind befuddled by the despicable event which had just taken place. Eventually, they managed to get her to an ambulance and then the hospital.

She was told there was a low chance of her becoming pregnant, and they could give her something to prevent that. Still not thinking clearly, she refused it.

A couple months later, she almost regretted that decision. Morning sickness came in full force, and her parents told her she should "solve her problem." In what way, though? And at what cost?

She refused that as well, to the disdain of her now-ex-boyfriend.

The months passed, and the only person who was still with her was her best friend. She helped Devon through the hard times and even let her stay at her apartment. With her help, Devon didn't fall apart.

Finally, late one January night, Layla Shiloh Abrams was brought into the world.

Now, Devon is 21, and Layla is 2. The young mom is trying to make a living for herself and her beloved daughter, but it's hard. Will someone come alongside her and help? Will she possibly even find love again, despite her hidden distrust of men? We'll find out if anyone joins this RP…

Hey, guys! I know there might be some touchy subjects here, but thank you for coming this far! So, due to Devon's distrust (and slight fear) of men, she needs someone sensitive enough that he can help her trust again, but still strong and willing to lead. That's all I have for now… Onto the rules!

Rules

• This is PG-13, so…
  ** Keep swearing to a minimum, and…
  ** Let's not take the romance too far.
• No OP characters.
• OC's only, please!
• Write more than one sentence; at least three, please.
• Grammar is amazing! Please use it correctly. (Sorry, I'm the grammar police sometimes.)
• No Lgbtq+, please.
• Have fun!

Character Form

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Usual Outfit:
Personality:
Flaws:
Favorite Food/Drink:
Favorite Animal:
Favorite Color:
Favorite Season:
Favorite Book(s):
Other: [Sibling(s), backstory, pet(s), hobbies, etc.]

Heyo I’m back very briefly! Idk if I’ll finish my character form before I can leave again, but I’ll do my best

It’s all right! I still have to figure out parts of Devon’s.

awesome, just gimme a few min

Yeah, no problem! I've got one last piece to fill out, too, so it'll be a sec.

Name: Devon Elizabeth Abrams
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance: Straight, dark blonde hair in an inverted bob; cobalt blue eyes; 5' 7"
Usual Outfit: Dark blue or black skinny jeans, loose maroon tshirt, cream or off-white sweater scarf, black ankle/knee-length boots or black converse.
Personality: Somewhere between a tomboy and a girly girl.
Flaws: Distrusts nearly all men, especially ones she doesn't know; over-cautious.
Favorite Food/Drink: Hot cocoa or a dark chocolate mocha, it depends on the day // Comfort food!
Favorite Animal: A cheetah; she’s envious of their speed.
Favorite Color: Gold or light pink; she can’t choose.
Favorite Season: It used to be fall, but now it’s summer.
Favorite Book(s): Anything she can get her hands on!
Favorite Movie(s)/Show(s): Action, adventure, sci-fi, fantasy. Marvel movies and shows; The Flash.
Favorite Song(s)/Artist(s): Pop or older country // Taylor Swift, Bruno Mars, and more.
Other: She loves her daughter with a passion, probably due to the fact that so many people have told her that she should have had an abortion. If someone were to say such a thing now, she'd give them a fierce glare and walk away, no matter what was going on.

Name: Sebastian Timothy Marcellus
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Bronzed golden curls, sort of sandy, cut shorter on the side and messier on the top, fair skin with a peachy-pink undertone on his cheeks, nose, shoulders, cheekbones, and knuckles, tawny gold eyes, like caramel, that capture the light and reflect it more than most people’s do. Sort of a far-off, dreamy gaze, pronounced cheekbones, light brown-dirty blonde eyebrows, thick lashes, but ones that aren’t particularly dark. Freckles e v e r y w h e r e, subtle in colour but all over his body, can have a blotchy complexion when very emotional. His face will flush or go pink very easily, especially when he’s flustered, but his face can close very quickly, it's clear that he does not mess around.. Has a lean body, strong but not buff, visible muscles on his arms. A faint crosshatching of golden hair on his arms, has very light thin facial hair when he grows it out but almost always kept it shaved, scarred hands. Tiny nicks and dark bruises all over his body.
Usual Outfit: A maroon t-shirt, a battered leather jacket, a worn grey hoodie, black jeans, an old, small gold cross on a chain beneath his shirt (loosely of faith).
Personality: Has grow a tough shell over time, can seem amiable and laid-back at first but has a darker side once you've scratched the surface. Emotionally scarred, slow to trust, good liar, knows when to be polite. Has difficulty expressing certain emotions, mostly positive ones, isn't a fan of socialization, is very, very layered. Once you get past his darker side, he's a very musical person, some would even call him a dreamer, but only deep inside. Once you get close, he’s sort of a mom friend, very caring.
Flaws: slow to trust, blames himself for everything
Favorite Food/Drink: Slushies. Any kind. He just loves them. A lot.
Favorite Animal: Ferret?
Favorite Color: Maroon
Favorite Season: Fall
Favorite Book(s): The Sherlock Holmes series
Other: [Sibling(s), backstory, pet(s), hobbies, etc.] His little sister went insane when she was six (he was sixteen) and jumped off a bridge. Her death still haunts him. Parents gave up on him early, but were very distant to begin with.
(Here is my scarred boi. He okay?)

Love yours!

Aw, I love yours! He looks so sweet!
We’ll start in a bit.

Awesome, and thanks!

It was late fall, and the weather was certainly showing it! The rain pounded down on the roof of the small cafe where Devon was just finishing up her shift, and customers were filing in to get out of the cold and the rain. Devon herself almost didn’t want to go outside, but she needed to pick her daughter up from daycare soon.

Sebastian ducked his head as he walked down the street, a curl of dirty blond hair falling across his forehead. He slipped one hand from his jacket pocket to brush it back up again, regretting it immediately as the cold settled over his skin. Shivering slightly, he stuffed the hand back into his pocket, unable to bear the sight of his bloodied, knuckles. There were dark bruises on his face too, branding him as someone dangerous, an 'angry young man'. Not that he wasn't angry, he had plenty to be angry about. But he hated the sight of his constantly marred skin, knowing that someone had beaten him and left him in the dust.

Devon walked outside after making sure the next shift was covered. She hefted her backpack up higher onto her shoulder. That had everything she needed in it. It also happened to work as a diaper bag. She even had a few snacks for Layla in it.

As she was walking to her car, head down and eyes staring at the ground, she bumped into a tall person. She stumbled backwards and began apologizing profusely, daring to look up at him.

Sebastian blinked in surprise, torn out of his thoughts. He steadied himself easily, holding out a hand in case the woman who had bumped into him fell. "Hey, it's fine, don't worry about it," he told her, forcing assurance into his words. He'd always had difficulty talking to strangers, something about it just.. made him wary. Like no one could be trusted.

"No, no. I'm so sorry. Um. Yeah. Sorry," Devon stuttered.

Gosh, he looked angry… Was he angry at her? Probably. And, wow. He had a lot of scars and bruises…

Devon's gaze shot back down, and she blushed when she realized she had been staring. "Sorry."

"I mean it, it's fine," he insisted, realizing how intimidating he must have looked to her. Sebastian smiled to prove his words, though it was slightly hesitant. "Don't be sorry." Rubbing self-consciously at a still-aching bruise on his cheekbone, he took a step back, in case he was making her uncomfortable.

"Oh. Um. Sor–" Devon stopped herself mid-word and blinked. Gosh, she couldn't even have a conversation with a guy anymore! How did she even manage to work in a coffee shop the way she was?

Sebastian was having difficulty keeping the smile on his face, his stomach twisting with something akin to anxiety, but he did his best. "I'm Sebastian, nice to meet you."

"I'm, uh, Devon," she introduced herself with a quick nod, glancing back up at him. With a quick look at her phone, she sighed. "And I have to go. It was, um, good to meet you, too."

Sebastian raised a hand, smothering a wince at the sight of his bloodied knuckles before moving to manoeuvre around her. "Have a nice day, Devon."

(Do you just like the British spellings of words?)

Devon blinked before she gave him a tiny smile. "Yeah. You too, Sebastian," she said quietly as she started toward her car again.

(wait wdym? did I misspell something?)

Sebastian continued on his way down the street, almost turning to glance back at Devon but stopping himself at the last second. Focus, damn it. How are you going to explain the extra bruises to Reagan? Julian won't take kindly to them…

("Manoeuvre" is the British form of the word "maneuver".)

Devon didn't have such restraint. She glanced over her shoulder at him quickly, then looked back down at the ground.

He was pretty good-looking, despite the scars…

She blinked as she had that thought. It had been a while since she'd thought about any guy that way. She probably hadn't thought that since Daniel…

(oh. Welp. Idk, it's how I usually spell it, all my teachers have spelt it like that too… oof.)

He usually referred to his parents by their first names, and generally stayed the hell out of their way. It had been a relief to move out, he'd gotten out of there as fast as he possibly could, but now, seeing them was unavoidable.

(Huh. That’s strange.)

Stop thinking about him. He ended that almost two years ago. I don’t even know where he is. It’s hopeless and pointless.

Devon sighed as she pulled her keys out of a pocket of her backpack. As soon as the little gold Toyota was unlocked, she slid into the driver’s seat and headed to Layla’s daycare.