forum A Fine Dose of Existential Crises // OxO // closed

Started October 11, 2020 by @LittleRiver local_movies

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I would love a meaningful long-lasting rp, because I have yet to have another that I’m 100% invested in.

Preferred Genres: Romance (any pairing), Comedy + any other secondaries

Prompt, baby:

• Character A, a 306 y/o vampire, has been dealing with the fear of never dying since they were 100 years old. So, Character B takes it upon themselves to create a mock-bucket-list, helping A feel the fear and vulnerability of a mortal body once more. Whether this entails skydiving, bungee-jumping, roller-coasters, or simply attempting to sit in the sun… A is up for anything that will bring them just that much closer to mortality.

Rooooooooooooles:

• Grammar, I guess
• Not advanced writing, but decent vocabulary and writing experience
• We can take it to dm’s if needed
• Probably rated mature
• This is your rp, too. Don’t be afraid to take some liberty
• Humor is an absolute asset. Use it whenever you’d like.
• I’d love someone active and dedicated, but little or justified absences are totally fine

That’s pretty much it. Thanks for listening to my TedTalk
Character forms will be posted when someone joins :D

"Most people aren't nowadays. Respect is like gold." He pet Flick who started nipping at his fingers. "Hungry huh? Hold on." He reached into his bag and pulled out a small container of meal worms, and fed Flick a few from his hand. Some Karen saw and came over with her hands on her hips. "ExCAUSE me! But are feeding that…that THING? HERE?" "Well yeah miss, this is a place where people eat." "But no pets are allowed!" She said crossing her arms. "I didn't see that posted anywhere on the doors. He's really low maintence and won't shed fur everywhere. He mostly stays with me. And if he does shit I can clean it up with a napkin, and I bet my wonderful lover here-" He displayed a hand too Storm pointedly. "Who works here. Can very easily spray down the table and sanitize it. I don't see what the big deal is. This isn't your table." "What if he escapes and bites my dear Rachael! And that's disgusting!" "Actually ma'am, America is the only place in the world that doesn't eat bugs, and if you do a quick google, you'll find even your average tomato sauce is allowed some maggots and flies crushed into it. No one notices and no one has gotten sick, it's within the health regulation guidelines." Her face had turned white as he sat there with a cold expression, and fed Flick another worm. She then thought of another excuse. "Well I REFUSE to eat at a place where a bunch of FAGGOTS are at! You just lost a Valued Customer!" She grabbed her items, trashed them, and left with her family as Ashton glared after them. "If I didn't have a broken foot I would've punched her in her warty witches nose. Fucking bitch. And I'm sorry for calling you My Lover, I didn't want to push anything on ya, but I was hoping it'd shut her the fuck up."

(Flick is a leopard gecko btw and Ashton is homeless so Flick goes everywhere)

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Full Name: Evelyn Rose Dimon
Nicknames/Aliases: Ev', Sunny, Sunshine(Evelyn in Hebrew means First Light)Evy,Eevee,and multiple cusswords
Age: 25
Gender: Female, born female
Occupation: Singer/songwriter/poet

Personality: Very much a party animal, bubbly and fun loving. But she also can be quiet and serene. She's very much the smile in a crowd and surprisingly a voice of reason. Calls herself an ever changing mystery, and a multifaceted diamond in the rough. She also is a heavy romantic who keeps falling and getting hurt for and by toxic people. Dates around a lot. Another thing to add is that she has a quick tongue, and is good at getting out of messy situations. Or, making them worse.
Mannerisms: She's a little loud and a little rude, but has good manners and knows when to use them depending on the setting and whose she around
Hobbies: writing, reading, partying, playing her guitar, anything to do with music really, snuggles, and baking.

Physical Appearance: (links are welcome :) A short flop, that's usually dyed some crazy color. Blue eyes, and she stands at 5"4'. She only weighs 116 pounds, so a small skinny thing. She also has quite a few tattoo's. A pansexual flag tattoo on her shoulder, the match tattoo between her breasts, the fox one on the back of her lower right calf, and the big red rose tattoo on her left top thigh, along with a semi-colon on her wrist. Also tons of freckles all over her legs. She also wears contacts.
Normal Attire / Gear: A pair of sweats or ripped jeans, or mens shorts. A graphic or concert t-shirt, a jacket, and usually a back pack or her guitar case. Preferred weapon of choice is a base ball bat. Oh and her black and green hightops converse, or black flat boots. Also almost always has earbuds somewhere on her person at all times.

Backstory: Evelyn and Evan, a set of twins were born 10 minutes apart. Thus killing their mother. Their father hated them and abused and raped them all through their childhood until when the two turned 10 one day they told the neighbors. The neighbors called the cops, and they were traded around foster homes until Crystal adopted them.
Family: Crystal Love Rosethorn and her other 15 adoptive children and one birth child.
Other: Has ADHD, and Aspergers,and depression. Favorite season is fall. Any other questions just ask me

Full Name: Menek St. Worth
Nicknames/Aliases: Keke, but only with people he’s comfortable with
Age: 306 (appearance and mental age of like… 23)
Gender: Male h/h
Occupation: It’s varied through the years. Currently, he works at a local bookstore/cafe called Bookmark

Personality: Almost like a stereotypical nerd archetype. He’s extremely anxious at times, nerves getting the best of him in most situations. Although vampires normally come with that elegant charm about them, Keke seems to be the one exception. He couldn’t charm a spark to flame on dry wood, so to speak. He can be relatively dull to many situations, and anything that involves romance or deep relationships evades him completely. Although, with people he’s closer to, he can chill out— however, not by much. Many people still know him as a complete neurotic paranoid mess. But… he means well.
Mannerisms: Chews on his glasses / closes his eyes to think / mumbles to himself often
Hobbies: Reading / Listening to old music / Reminiscing / Researching history

Physical Appearance: He is ungodly pale with certain interesting pigmentations. He doesn’t have that powdery-white skin that is spoken of so dearly in books, but more of a sickly ivory tone. He holds very angular features, with sunken, stormy-grey eyes and a crooked smile. His right fang is chipped— as a result of him trying to feed on a statue when he was younger— so he has to consume any blood from little bags he likes to call caprisuns. He stands at roughly 5’9” and has a very lithe structure, all weight on his body residing nearest his core. He weighs about 142 lbs, barely any of it being muscle. He has straight, stark-white hair that falls into his eyes, never having a set part and really doing whatever it wants to. Also has little round, silver-framed glasses that always seem to break, one way or another. Despite that, he refuses to get them fixed because “THEY STILL WORK I SWEAR”
Normal Attire / Gear: White clothing makes him look extremely washed out, but he really does not care whatsoever, and wears lighter shirts more often. He likes comfortable clothing the most, and will almost always be caught wearing jeans and just a simple t-shirt.

Backstory: He was born in 1714, but not born a vampire. He didn’t choose this life, either— unwillingly “seduced” and bitten by one in 1737, when he was approximately 23 years old. He hasn’t “aged” since, staying that way in stature as his skin turned paler and his hair grew white. His family died off as he watched the world around him grow and change and fade, simply sitting on the sidelines and dreading the day that the universe finally died, and he could watch it, but never join it. But, hell, in the meantime, why not do whatever— right?
Family: Mother, named Elizabeth, who died at 37. A father, named Abdiel, who died at 56. And a brother, named James, who died at 34. He can’t remember much about them, but tries his best to send them his best regards whenever he glimpses into the past. He does have descendants of his family, but figured it best to break off his relations with them as soon as he could.
Other: Despite being so goddamn old, Keke has never been in a lasting relationship, and in agreement with popular belief, is probably still a virgin.

I love the last statement on the Other, made me laugh. Now then. How do we start?

“EV!” a voice yelled, resonating from the kitchen just after the piercing sound of shattering glass. Menek quickly stroke into the living room, a spoon held limply in one hand as his eyes blinked rapidly behind crooked glasses. He looked noticeably distraught, hair disheveled and mouth twisted into a diminutive grimace.
“Okay, so I may have dropped the jar of jelly, but that’s unimportant. Ev, I’m literally stuck on this baleful planet until time itself comes to its pitiful demise and there’s nothing I can do about it,” he whimpered, the spoon in his hand looking just about as sad as he. It was an interesting thing to think how a jar of jelly reminded him of his endless days, but recently, these sudden emotional outbursts had occurred much too often for his liking— prompted by nothing in particular. Like jelly, for that matter.

"Okay okay shut up for like two seconds." She was laying in her bed, playing on her acoustic guitar. She then set her guitar back in it's case by her bed and she took a breath. "For one, go pick up the fucking broom and then grab one of our gross rags and wipe that shit up, toss the rag and swiffer that shit. And two. Then we need to expose you too some near death experiences to bring back your ever constant hopelessness for death. Go clean,saltine cracker and I'll do some googling." She grabbed her phone which was sitting on its charger and began too look whatever it is she had in mind up.

Menek paused for a moment, brows furrowed, before nodding slowly.
“O-Okay,” he said, voice extremely defeated, but face still in that state of relative confusion. “Okay. I’ll do that.”
He disappeared again into the kitchen, making his way past to the minuscule laundry room and picking out a broom, a worn rag, and their swiffer— that, of which, he had never been able to really figure out how it worked.
After carrying out his cleaning montage, Keke began washing the rag in the sink, muttering to himself lightly. It wasn’t long before he grabbed one of the cracker packets from the nearest drawer and made his way over to Evelyn’s doorway, leaning against the frame and trying his best to gnaw through the cracker. It tasted more like cardboard than anything, but he was fine with it.
“And… what do you mean by ‘near-death experiences?’” he asked, head cocking to the side. “Nothing for me is really… ‘near-death.’”

"Ever been sky diving? Seen a sunset? Bungee jumping? Coz baby cakes do I got the weekend package for you." She stood up and grabbed a few crackers out of the box and shoved them in her mouth. "Disgusting. Why do you even buy these?" She then grabbed another handful and ate those one by one as she sat back on her bed and grabbed her phone. "I thiiiiiink we can land a night sky diving next week. If I can round up the cash. Which means I'll have to go do more shows this week which is fine. And I think the fair is gonna come around this weekend so tons of rollercoasters and other stomach flipping rides to make you feel like living again."

“You’d think, with about 300 years under my belt, I would have done those things. I mean, I remember when they were invented, but I don’t think I’ve ever tried them,” he said slowly, poking at one of the crackers still left in the tin. He pursed his lips, bumping his hip up against the frame of the door absently. “Sounds like… fun. Thrilling.”
His tone held really no air of confidence, let alone excitement. From afar, all of the activities sounded— dull. There was absolutely zero risk factor, at least for him. If he “died” from it, he’d simply wake back up in his bed within the span of 24 hours.
Even so, he was desperate. If Ev truly believed in her own antics, then by all means, he’d try them.
“But… deal. And we can just take from my savings, do you forget we’re rich as hell? I’ve been saving and pocketing at least 10% of profit since 1827.”
Keke suddenly paused, one of his fangs poking into his lower lip. “But that doesn’t count for inflation rates… I don’t know. Honestly the economy is hard to keep up with. I think we have enough, though.”

"I hope so." She shrugged and wrote on the magnetic note pad on the fridge Raspberry Jam. She then turned around. "Vampires die by the sunlight, general hurt of the head and garlic. And holy wood stakes. Luckily I'm wiccan and not a big fan of garlic or else you'd be royally buttfucked. Anyways. We'll do the very first sky dive at 6 am. The sun will just be beginning to rise so we'll be racing time. So then there's actually death on the line."

Menek nodded profusely along with her words, more excited and exaggerated as she went on. He turned with her, keeping his station by the door as she moved.
“Sounds absolutely flawless,” he said, and truly meant it, although the statement held the slight pang of sarcasm. It took a lot to get Menek excited these days, considering there were many things he had witnessed in a lifetime. With the exception of a few situations..
He shook his head, for some reason still holding the spoon in his hand along with the crackers, and blinked slowly.
“Ok, sunlight? Now we’re talking—,” he cut himself off by a sudden realization. “Wait— ‘we?’ You don’t mean to tell me you’re doing this with me, right? You’re a human. A small human with a little frail human life that can’t be endangered? Or am I missing something?”

"Nope. You know me I'm an adrenaline junkie. If I die I die. You'll be fiiiine without me. And if I live? Great. Another cool as fuck story to tell my friends." She shrugged. "I'll be fine Snow White, don't worry about it." Evelyn had taken his pastiness to a whole new level, having a bajillion nicknames just for him. She knew it annoyed him but she didn't care. What could he do anyways. "Besides I've always wanted to do so. Also if I freeze up you have full permission to just push me off." She nodded and nabbed her phone. "But again all of this is next weekend. This weekend we hit the Fair and see how many rollercoasters it takes us to puke."

“Huh,” Menek mumbled, nodding along to her words as he waved a cracker in unison. “If you’re as much of an adrenaline junkie as you say, you should have ridden the roller coasters in 1884. Unstable little suckers, those things. They used to have one called ‘Deathstroke,’ back in the 90’s. Let’s just say the thing kept true to it’s name. Nowadays, the coasters are much too safe.”
Menek paused, preening his nails for a moment before glancing back up to Evelyn. “Ah— But— thank you. For accompanying me. And I know it’s because ‘you’re doing it cuz you wanna’ and ‘it’s not for me, it’s for fun,’ but I’m glad I have someone to… nearly die with. Comforting in an odd way, no?”

"I'll take it. If we die we die together. Besides I'd hate to spend the afterlife without you. It'd be booooring. No one to piss off." She laughed and reached over,. booping him with her index finger. "And fine. No fair then. I'd like to go but if it ain't scaring the shit outta you then it ain't fun. And no haunted houses or anything which is good. Fucking hate those suckers." She shrugged and sat on the counter trying to think. "Anything else you haven't done?"