forum “I wish we never met.” “No you don’t. Please don’t say that.” (Closed)

Started July 14, 2023 by @emilyevewrites group

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Do I have a ridiculous amount of rps I haven’t answered yet? Yes. Am I starting a new one because I have a plot I can’t get out of my head? …also yes.

Character A is a hopeless romantic. They’ve been searching for the person they’re meant to be with — their soulmate. Yes, they believe in the fated “true love,” and yes, they get made fun of for it. But (A) really does believe that there is someone out there who they are meant for, and falling in love with them will be like coming home. Enter Character B, who has given up on the prospect of love. (B) knows that with all the choices they’ve made, there’s no one who could possibly fall in love with them. They have a basic single life and aren’t terribly interested in any kind of romantic interest. But their friends have just set (B) up on a blind date… with none other than (A)

What happens when (A) and (B) meet on the date? What happens when (A) falls head over heels for (B) and is convinced they are meant to be? What happens when (B) tries to push (A) away? What happens when soulmates finally find each other?

I will be Character B, and the rules are the same as basically anyone else’s. The romance will probably be mostly fluff, a bit into suggestive territory if you’re comfortable with it, but probably no smut unless we can agree on it. I’ll post a template and my character when someone is interested :)

Writing sample required!

*unless I know you from another rp and am familiar with your writing style

(For reference, this is an excerpt from a short story I wrote a while ago.)

"Wait, where are you going?!" Alea asked in a panic, grabbing frantically for Grey's hand.

Grey snatches his hand back coldly, making Alea fall back to the ground in a heap of cloth and trembling limbs.

"Away. From you, from the kingdom, from the stupid gods that brought me here," he snaps. "I never wanted to be here. I was forced here. I fell in love, even, and it was thrown in my face like I was some beggar."

Grey narrows his eyes at the woman who'd betrayed him only a day or two ago.

"You did this, Alea. You tricked me into believing you cared. You brought this on yourself. This is why I tried to keep my distance. Because I knew you would sell me out to the empire. I had spent so long putting that life behind me, and you. . ." Grey snarls, pausing for a moment. "You singlehandedly managed to force me back."

Alea sits there, speechless. After a moment, she whispers, "I- I never lied about caring. . . that much was true. . ."

Grey looks away.

"It's too late for that. You broke my trust, Alea. . . so good-bye," he growls. "Don't follow me."

Alea calls out after Grey's retreating form, to no avail.

The man was gone, her kingdom now doomed.

All because she couldn't keep her mouth shut.

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Personality:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Occupation:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Theme Song:
Hobbies:
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Name: Farah Dowling
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: Farah's natural eye color is a warm, dark brown. Her natural hair color is dark ash blonde/golden blonde. Her hair is only ever seen by others in an intricate, elegant updo. When she lets down, though very few people have ever seen it that way, it reaches below her shoulder blades and slightly above the small of her back. She religiously cares for and styles her hair, and has a very precise routine for doing so. Farah has a soft but defined jawline, set and narrowed shoulders, and long legs. Her figure is athletic, lean, and curvy. Farah has a tattoo on the index finger of her left hand: a line circling completely under her middle knuckle and three dots closer to her base knuckle. She also likes to wear jewelry, usually necklaces, with larger pendants. She stands 5’10” tall, weights 132 lbs, and speaks with a British accent.

Personality: Farah is typically a very closed-off woman due to her past relationships and how she’s lived her life. She has what could be defined as trust issues, but when someone can get past her stoic exterior, she's a total softie –kind, caring… motherly, almost. This is the side of her that basically only her closest friends ever gets to see. Even though she has trust issues, if someone earns her trust, she is loyal to a fault. She cares deeply for others that she is close to. She is also noble and had a strong moral compass… despite what she would call her “list of sins"
Strengths: Farah is a work-aholic and is decisive. She is able to keep a level head and level emotions in tense or demanding situations.
Weaknesses: Her composure can be very stoic, almost completely unemotional at times for fear of showing emotion. She trusts very few people.
Occupation: Literature Professor at a local university
Likes: Reading, books, watching thunderstorms, tea
Dislikes: Crowds, coffee, paperwork, irritating students
Theme Song: Born To Bleed - Red Hearse
Hobbies: She doesn't have much time for sit-down hobbies, but she does love a good read (she never really grew out of romance books).
Other: Farah can’t cook. It's the bane of her existence.

Name: Isaac Vanitas

Nicknames: Ike

Age: 35

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

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Appearance-

Height: 6 ft. 4 in.

Weight: 200.01 lbs.

Eye Color: Hex Color #fcd360

Eye Shape: Monolid

Hair Color: Hex Color #3c3f52 (died)

Natural Hair Color: Hex Color #543519

Hair Style/Face Shape- (Ignore the man's looks, they aren't important, just focus on the shape of it and the hairstyle-)

Skin Tone: Hex Color #fce9e1

Body Type: Thin, slim shouldered, slightly athletic

Usual Outfit: Black sweatpants, a slightly too large white tee shirt and an oversized hoodie. He wears beat up black, green, pink and blue Nikes.

Other Details: Back when his mom died, he got a free sleeve of tattoos from her old tattoo artist as a sort of consolation gift, so his right arm is covered by multicolored swirls, music notes, birds, feathers, flowers, cats, and various other creatures. He also has several piercings in each ear that he put there himself, and keeps from closing with whatever sharp, pointy and/or thin objects he has on hand, which results in several safety pins and/or paper clips being left in his ears

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Personality: He's an absolute sucker for love, despite how often he gets hurt from it. He always says forever even though it ends things, and always overcommits. He's a sucker for beautiful things, and always stops in gardens or art galleries or music shops just to stare for hours until he buys something he know he can't fit in his tiny apartment. He's always giving to charities when he has close to nothing himself, and sometimes goes pretty much a week on nothing but stale bread and scavenged ramen cups. He's rather irresponsible when it comes to his own wellbeing, taking unnecessary risks to save time or save a random animal that thinks he's a threat. He always ends up saying the wrong thing, and trips over his words quite often. He's not very outspoken about much in the world. He's the type who if the waiter brings the wrong order, he'll eat it and never say a word even if he's allergic to something in it. He's very jumpy due to- reasons- and sincerely hates it when he has to yell, or when others yell. And to top all of this off, he has a very small social battery that depletes very quickly, but he still kinda enjoys being around people.

Strengths: His biggest strength is that he cares and listens. Also, whenever he has the ability, his cooking is godlike.

Weaknesses: He's broke, can't keep a job for longer than a month because the company finds someone better pretty much immediately, can't wake up on time to save his life, cares too much, takes unnecessary risks

Occupation: Currently a waiter at a dingy bar in the slums of town

Likes: Art, music, animals, starry skies, long walks on cold winter nights, books

Dislikes: Loud noises, sudden movements, yelling, arguments

Theme Song: Aurora by k-391, I think. Or Cure for Me by Aurora.

Hobbies: Reading, writing poetry, drawing, cooking

(Aww. Here it is, let's go!)

"You did what?!"

As hard as Farah Dowling tried hard to keep the snarl out of her tone, it still gave her words a sharp edge. Her anger was shooting toward the surface of her naturally calm persona and aimed at the man lounging across from her in one of her office chairs. He was supposed to be her friend, but after what he'd just told her, she wasn't so sure anymore.

"I told you, Farah," Saul repeated casually as if narrowed brown stare coming from the woman across from him wasn't completely homicidal. "I took the liberty of setting you up on a date tonight since you don't do anything for yourself. I thought you'd be happy. You're the one who told me about your need for companionship."

Farah scoffed. "Oh my God, Saul, I was talking about maybe a pet. A cat or something for my apartment, I don't know. Not another person."

"You're not becoming a crazy cat lady on my watch," Saul teased.

Farah's pen was being held hostage in her fist, her fingers in a tight death grip around it. "Saul, I haven't been on a date in years!" she countered and immediately noticed the glint in his eyes. She quickly added, "Which I've been perfectly fine with."

Saul only laughed and straightened his jacket, causing her irritation to grow. "Relax, Farah. He's an old college buddy of mine. Kind of a romantic if you ask me. So make sure you look good enough to do." Farah drew back the pen clutched in her fist and threw it at Saul's head. He blocked it with his hand and chuckled again. "I'm only kidding, Fa."

"Were you?" Farah bit back. But as much as she wished she could disappear into the ground to avoid it, she had a date with a stranger tonight. How lovely.

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Farah's heeled foot tapped impatiently on the ground outside the restaurant Saul had texted her the address to. She wished that whoever she was supposed to meet would just show up already and get this date over with. Against her own better judgment, she'd done her makeup and selected a form-fitting black dress to wear that showed off her curves and height. She was on the taller side for a woman, and it was her favorite thing about her body.

Her earrings swung around her face as she looked around yet again. Hopefully, her date wouldn't show. But she also had no idea what he looked like. Saul had kept it a surprise, only divulging Farah's picture to the man who was supposed to meet her. The woman had nearly strangled him at that bit of information.

She glanced again at the time on her phone and triple-checked the address. If he wasn't here in two minutes, she was leaving. And never letting Saul play matchmaker for her again.

When Isaac had learned Saul had set up a blind date with someone, he'd panicked.

He was broke, after all. He'd want to pay but wouldn't have the money. He'd feel like a freeloader.

He started panicking more once he learned where they'd be meeting. Out of all the places, Saul had to pick the plaza.

Not that he exactly minded, but he knew t would make the date shorter since he had a small social battery to start with. That was being drained even as he was just thinking about meeting up with the stranger, in the plaza of all places.

What really baked his biscuit though was how gorgeous she was.

Saul had shown him a picture knowing full well what kind of person Isaac was.

He was sure Saul does this shit on purpose.

He looks at his bare closet with no small amount of distress.

He didn't even have anything nice to wear. The closest to fine clothing he got was when he'd looked into the windows of a boutique, and even then, he'd been across the street.

He settles on a pair of sweatpants that kind of looked like slacks, a closer fitting black t-shirt and his usual oversized hoodie. He pulls on his beat up shoes and sighs, running a hand through his dyed hair in an attempt to comb it.

It fails.

He grabs his key and steps out, heading to the address Saul had given him.

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Once Isaac reaches the destination, he looks around cautiously, not making eye contact with anyone.

He spots the woman fairly quickly. It was hard not to, really, with the dress she was wearing and how he towered over the crowd.

He blinks.

She was actually taller than most women he'd been with.

He lopes over and gives the woman a small wave.

"Hi. Isaac Vanitas. I'm the one you're supposed to be going on a blind date with. . ." he says, his words getting quieter and quieter as he spoke, which was really a feat considering how light and soft his voice already was.

Farah's thin lips were pursed. She was counting down the seconds until she could go home. And that was of course when she spotted someone waving in her direction. Well, shit. She obviously wasn't that lucky.

Steeling herself with a deep breath, she took a few steps of her own to approach him. Her initial plan was to let him down slowly, but the way he spoke stilled her. He was so quiet and stood out from the crowd around them as much as she did.

Despite herself, a small smile pulled at her lips in greeting. "Hi, I'm Farah," she replied. "Though I'm sure you already knew that. Saul didn't tell me who I'd be meeting." Her eyes scanned him up and down before inclining her head towards the restaurant doors. "Shall we head inside?"