forum The Girl in the Glass Dome (hella open)

Started May 05, 2019 by @Lunar_Eclipse

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(Okay, I'll try to hurry. Thanks for letting me join. This is gonna be my first rp on here so if I mess up just feel free to correct me.
I might have to get my character up in the morning though, sorry.)

Name: Victor Krouse
Age (18-27): 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: Victor is very compassionate and quite a calm person. He isn't one to get angry or show his emotions. He tries his best to contain his own problems and emotions so he can help others. He would rather be helping everyone else than himself. Sometimes he doubts his own worth. He is quite the optimist with a big heart. He loves everyone he meets and enjoys getting to know others and understand how they work. He would rather be learning about someone else than talking about his own life. He really is selfless and hardly is concerned with his own well being. He also is very protective over anyone. He really would be willing to take a bullet for about anyone he meets.
Appearance: Black fluffy hair, messed up in a styled way. Kinda looks like a more styled bedhead, but it works for Victor. He has stunning electric blue eyes, and a genuine smile. His features are a bit small. He stands about 6'0" tall. He has tan skin with light freckles sprinkling his nose. He is lightly muscled and has a very sturdy looking posture.
Normal Outfit: A zip-up jacket with a black shirt, dark blue jeans, black running shoes, and two black stud earrings. Sometimes he will add a black, white, or red baseball cap.
Likes: Talking, helping others, volunteering places, spending time with his friends and family, writing, reading, watching movies, driving, photography, and hiking.
Dislikes: Loud people, self-centered people, flowers (he is allergic to pollen), cold weather, candy, swimming, cooking, baking, and anything spicy.
Pets: None
Tattoos: He has a compass on his ankle, and 'For the Sake of the Rose, We Must Water the Thorns' on his hip right where his jeans would cover it.
Background (optional): N/A
Hobbies: Reading, writing, talking, hiking, taking long drives, and photography.
Talents: Photography, talking, patient, helpful, and very understanding.
Flaws: Hates talking about himself, little to no stamina, not very strategic, sometimes can be too pushy, and very allergic to pollen.
Supplies brought for the 'exploration': A medium sized backpack, three full water bottles, a very sharp pocket knife, snacks, about 200$ in cash, and a first aid kit.

(Ok thanksss :))))))))
Name: Opal Solumquie
Age (18-27): 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bicurious, she’s never been in a romantic relationship but has had feelings for both males and females.
Personality: Opal’s the quiet, nervous, fidgety people-pleaser. Stumbles over words and picks at fingernails. Very self-conscious, sensitive, doesn’t have many friends. She’s the type to stand on the side observing, and she is guided more by her emotions than logic.
Appearance: Ombre hair - transitions from black to purple, about mid-back. The right side of her face is usually hidden by her hair. She has pale white skin with eccentric blue eyes. At a glance she seems unbalanced and fragile.
Normal Outfit: Dark blue jeans, simple T-shirt, red converse. Her left ear is pierced and she always has a foggy blue pearl-shaped earring.
Likes: Cats, spring, peace and quiet.
Dislikes: Bright lights, loud voices, crowds, social interaction.
Pets: None.
Tattoos: None.
Background (optional): Her house was set on fire, and her family died. Now, she gets enraptured by staring at flame - it draws her in and everything else disappears. Instead of terrifying her or bringing her back to the past, she just remembers her family and everything she used to have.
Hobbies: Reading, staring at fire for hours on end, avoiding people.
Talents: Watching and taking advantage of being underestimated. When you get close to her, she proteccs at any cost and her loyalty is harder than steel.
Flaws: Trouble trusting people, gets hurt at small comments, forgets to care for herself.
Supplies brought for the 'exploration': Water, food, a gun, extra pair of red converse, notebooks, and a mini dagger hidden in her pocket.

Alrighty!! Are we doing this?

Probably today, if Otter is on

(YEET. I can’t wait to start! I’m so excited!

(Ohhh I'm sooo excited that everyone else is excited xD sorry I haven't been on, life gets in the way
Also if I'm not on while the rp is going, just keep going on without me.)
Trojan sat reading on the single chair that still stood in her prison. Once again she was reading the same book she had five times before. "The Joy of Astronomy" She fascinated over the stars and universe she has been unable to see. She never once had stepped outside her dome…for the door had been melted to the frame of bullet proof glass.

Adrielle pulled her long blonde hair out of its braid and sighed, running her fingers through the strands.
She wiped her face clean of the dirt, making a face at her appearance. Her face was scratched and dirty, courtesy of… well, some people.

Opal was a small girl. Small hands, feet, stopped growing in seventh grade to reach a towering height of 5' 2". Small enough to be underestimated. Small enough to be innocent. Small enough to escape the fire that had taken everything from her, but an earring and her small red converse. A foggy blue pearl sat smugly in her earlobe, her other ear concealed by wavy locks of hair.
But the Atacama dessert had been a nice, cooling, distraction. Well, not really. More like an oven that baked people alive setting them all to fire… fire… fire…
She shook herself out of it.

The oasis they had stopped at looked like an island from heaven. Water, in a desert. It wasn't a hallucination, this time. A blue pool of relief in the mist of itchy sand, dry wind, and never ending heat. A little bit of hope when everything around it burned.
Opal hadn't bothered to analyze her appearance in the water. She had cleaned her clothes, downed at least three gallons, and washed off the pesky sand. She glanced at her notebook. Ahh… exhaustion melted her resolve and Opal decided she didn't need to keep a journal for every single day. She looked down at her little red converse and continued working.
These converse and her earring had been through everything. The fire, the yelling, the police station, the adoption center, the bullying, miles across a desert. Worn down red converse, a refreshing blue pearl in her ear. As long as she kept trekking along this desert, or expedition, or whatever they were doing here, yes. She refused to forget it, but she could escape her past. Her blue earring and red converse. Just a little bit of hope in her mind, while fire chased her feet.

Adrielle hurried down the hill. The oasis was hot, sure, but she was used to heat. Sure, she preferred fire, but this was good enough.