forum Platonic Friend One/one

Started March 10, 2019 by @Knight-Shives group

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Friends. Friends! FRIENDS?

hell yes i'm down for this. if you're still looking?

Yeah

is it alright if i use a witch or should i steer clear of magic?

Magic is alright.

mkay then i'll just go with wyn, if that's cool (mainly 'cause i'm lazy and don't wanna create an entirely new character lol):

Name: Wyn Scott
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Bio: Wyn’s the type of guy who hates black coffee and tea, but drinks it anyway just to seem cool. He’s the type of guy who enjoys unabashedly slipping around the floors of his house in socks and splurging on lemon ice cream and chocolate whenever physically possible. He’s very in-the-moment and flirty, not to mention downright goofy when he wants to be. Between his awful jokes and tendency to shoot finger guns at inappropriate times, no one would ever guess the power he actually has. Wyn inherited body magic from his father, and excels in both spoken and herbal magic. His familiar is a rarity among witches, a tiny dragon he befriended when he was nineteen that decided to stick around. Despite all of this, Wyn dislikes any sort of conflict, much preferring to talk things out over a meal or simply run away when possible. Occasionally he’ll even try to flirt with whoever is currently trying to kill him, because, as he’ll often complain, “all the bad people are hot.”
Familiar: A tiny dragon named Xipil
Note: He has a small(ish) tattoo of a dragon from the side of his neck to his collarbone that would be on the photo if i had photoshop

Name: Robin Winhill
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Looks: Dark brown almost black messy straight hair, it is not usually styled. He has amber colored eyes, though at times they may just look like a light shade of brown. He is 5’3 and skinny, though shorter than some people. At times he may seem shorter and smaller because of the way he is standing or sitting. He is quite pale due to not going out and leaving his home often. There are burn marks on his left and right arms, though most are found on his right arm (some are on his left wrist, and left forearm, the others are just along his whole right arm. Most just look like lines of burns others are spots or just weird shapes that are kinda blobby shaped). Has a scar on the left side of his neck. He isn’t very muscular and doesn’t really work out like at all.
Personality: Reserved, observant, quiet, sarcastic, doesn’t often talk to strangers at all. Doesn’t talk about his past at all. Panic Disorder, Anxiety, Depression. Can have random panic attacks triggered by seemingly nothing. Hates large crowds. Feels dizzy and unable to breathe in front of large crowds. Feels like he ruins everything he touches
Background: Grew up in an orphanage not knowing his parents, had gotten adopted at 8. His father had become abusive after the mother died a year later. Always told Robin how bad he was and that he messed up everything. Never told everyone and learned to stay quiet and not to complain. Became closed off and reserved. Stopped trusting others after a while. Though those he did open up to he could be nice and Sarcastic. When he turned 18 he had to run away from home just to leave. His father didn’t want him to leave, because he would lose his free slave of a child. Though Robin left and went to collage. Currently he attends a collage not too far from home just a few towns away. Usually he wore long sleeves to cover up his arms.

Want me to start it?

bump? dead? probably

ack i'm so sorry i totally forgot this existed! i'm alive (barely). if you want, you can start. otherwise i will!

Ok and I have no idea how to start this

uhhh, i can try?

The smell of baked goods filled every crevice of the shop, seeping into the walls and the clothes of every customer who lingered for too long. Wyn approached the counter with careful deliberation as he scanned the menu. Should he get the classic cinnamon roll or the honey cinnamon roll? Maybe he could stray outside of his regular comfort zone and decide on a nice strawberry danish… Or perhaps all he needed was a few peanut butter cookies? Just as he was ready to step up to the counter and place his order, the glass case with donuts caught his eye.

He gave the lady behind the counter an apologetic glance and changed direction, crouching to investigate the cream cheese donut. Quaint, but not quite what he was looking for. It took him another five minutes to decide on a rather plain strawberry donut and an accompanying glazed, and then he /finally/ approached the counter. For real this time. Another three minutes later and he was the proud owner of two very good looking donuts, on his way out the door and back into the busy streets.

As he wondered where to go next, he didn’t realize until too late that he’d just opened the heavy metal door right into a person who’d been walking in front of the bakery. “Shhhhhiiii…take mushrooms,” Wyn exclaimed, immediately pulling the door back and rushing to make sure the person was okay. “I'm so sorry about that,” he said, rubbing his neck somewhat awkwardly as he wondered how to help.

_{(note - this month is really busy for me due to exams and stuff, so i'm going to try and stay on top of this, but please know if i don't, that's probably why)}

_{(alright and it's ok. I understand.)}

Robin walked down the street of down town looking down at the ground. He had just gotten out of work about 5 minutes ago and it was an interesting day.

That morning he had been at work, at the library, and about 6 random people insulated him for not having specific books and not looking like the stereotypical Library Consultant. So that was fun and resulted in a bit of calming down time in the office. But along with that he got yelled at by like 2 parents because some kids book reading session had been cancelled because the reader was sick and didn't want the kids to be sick also.

But now he was walking back to his apartment looking down at the ground as he walked down the street and just as he was passing the bakery he got bit by a door. And if course he fell and now was sitting on the ground looking up at the guy who hit him with the door. He sighed and laughed for a second. "Um it's fine. I feel like you didn't intentionally hit me. Though if you did go out of your way to hit me with the door, that was not a wasted effort." He said joking about the last part.

"Er, that's good," Wyn responded with uncertainty, offering a hesitant, but sincere smile. He extended a hand, ready to pull the other up, but quickly realized he was still holding his donuts. "Um, oops?" he grinned, transferring them to his other hand and quickly offering help again. "I really am sorry… I'm not the kind of person to intentionally whack someone else with a door, even if I don't like them. Not that I don't like you, but I don't know you. I could get to know you, but hey, I'm starting to ramble, aren't I?" Wyn asked calmly. "Anyways, point is, sorry for not watching where I was going. I'm Wyn."

Robin nodded and took his hand and stood. "Thanks, and it's alright Wyn. I understand." Robin said standing up. "I'm Robin" he said. Usually Robin wasn't the one for social interaction but this was fine. It wasn't bad. If it was he might have ran. But this guy seemed pretty nice. "Nice to meet you I guess." He kept calm seeming like he was alright with socializing and normal with it.