Okayy, so I don’t have much of a plot, BUT i do know that I want to use an old character that I haven’t used in forever. The character is a male and he is bisexual and 27 so there’s that.
Rules
- MA for possible gore and violence, profanity, and sexual situations.
- No one liners, thank you.
- LGBTQ allowed (so no homophobic comments).
- No racist slurs.
- No OP characters.
Character Sheet
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Preffered Pronouns:
Sexuality:
Race:
Appearance:
Personality:
Talents/Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Background (optional):
Other:
(Just throwing my character out there while I have time)
Name: Lucian Yves.
Age: 27 years old.
Gender: Male.
Preffered Pronouns: He/Him.
Sexuality: Bisexual (no preference).
Race: African American
Appearance: https://i.pinimg.com/736x/29/d5/6b/29d56b8a01a291c99da63e5dc3ca11ba.jpg, around 5’10, slender build. He also tends to wear glasses most of the time, but will occasionally wear contacts.
Personality: More introverted, intellectual, not the most creative, has decent manners, logical, defensive at times, sweet once you get to know him, generous, passionate.
Talents/Strengths: The medical field, most things that involve a bit of thought.
Weaknesses: Not the most understanding person,
Background (optional): Mostly developing, but in short, he did have a fiance at one point, but she was killed after a mugging. He also works in a hospital as a doctor.
Other: None.
I'll join if I don't have to ship my character with them. And is Magic allowed?
Well this is a one on one, so our characters would probably be together becuase this will have romance??
Well sorry then My character is 14.
Well okay then I guess you can’t be in this then lol, sorry. And yep, it’s open!
Sweet! What kind of RP would you like?
Well, this coud be a fantasy thing if you want, but probably more on the realistic side
I don’t mind totally realistic. Is that how ya wanna go?
Sure, that sounds good to me.
Great! What kinda relationship do you want?
It doesn’t matter much to me, it can be a gay or straight one. Whichever character of yours that you think would work best.
Hmm alright. I’ll grab my character now.
Name: Kace Eeriner
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Preffered Pronouns: Male
Sexuality: Gay as a heckin… thing.
Race: Caucasian, mostly German and Irish (I know they’re not races but they help imagine him better) if you’d like me to be specific.
Appearance: At 6’1 and a skinny frame, Kace has hooded, dull eyes. He has a flat, crooked nose and skinny, pale lips. He has skinny shoulders but a broad chest and bottom.
Personality: A rather boring person, whose only redeeming factor is his somewhat deep, pleasant voice. That’s what people think, anyway.
Talents/Strengths: He is a very talented fighter, who is mainly skilled in gunmanship.
Weaknesses: Is monotony is redeemed by people constantly pushing him away, which makes him shut down against the world more.
Background (optional): At age 14, he started doing drugs and alcohol. Is parents didn’t care much and let him do his own thing. They were convicted when he was 17, and to save money, they forced Kace to drop out of school, which he was performing in poorly anyway. He was kept in a new home with his abandoning parents, leaving him with severe mental and trust issues.
Other: Nah
He looks great! Do you have any ideas for a setting starter or should we do the basic “meeting at a bar” setting lol
Thank you! I think we could do the “One gets hurt and the other recuperates them” thing.
Ohh yeah, that sounds good. I’m guessing my doctor guy will be the one helping your guy lmao
Yep! Exaaaactly! I hope that’s alright.
Sounds good to me lmaoo. Do you want to start or should I?
Yep! Give me a moment to type up a starter. Really quick, how should Lucian find him, and in what condition??
Uuuhhhhmm find him with a bullet hole in his shoulder, have a twisted ankle, multiple bruises on his chest and forearms, and drunk.
(Alrighty, sounds good to me)
Lucian had had a busy day at the hospital. He had been working the emergency room shift, and had to deal with non-emergencies most of the whole day. It had been people claiming that something was so much worse than it was, when they most likely only had a very small sprain. It had been exhausting. He was driving home now, it being dark out. But as he drove, he still saw something- no, someone- slumped over near the road. He frowned to himself and nudged his glasses up a bit as he pulled the car over by the curb. He slowly approached the man, being wary not to stratle the other or get too close. “Sir, are you okay?” He spoke up in a raised voice.
A car zooming by threw a black-haired man slumped over his legs. He didn’t stir, nor did he respond. He was breathing, that was for sure, but it was scant and weak. Blood pooled around his body, the bright red sparkling when a car came by. His foot was twisted awkwardly at the ankle, he held a knife and bottle of beer in separate hands.
Lucian noticed the blood and the position of the man’s ankle. He quickly jogged over now and hesitated, though. He saw the man’s knife, and his jaw clenched. The last thing he needed was to get stabbed by some psycho. He carefully and quickly snatched the knife away, stuffing it into his back pocket. When the man didn’t stir he carefully rolled the man onto his back to check and see where the blood was coming from. Looked like it was his shoulder, but he had no clue what had happened. He slipped his phone out of his pocket to call an ambulance.
Blood oozed out of his broken jaw and his eyes fluttered slowly up and down. He gave a low groan and shifted out, to recoil in pain. He started to pant unsteadily, his chest heaving, sending more blood to flutter out of his wound.
What the hell had this guy been involved in? Lucian paused with his phone when he noticed the other beginning to wake up. He quickly shrugged off his white coat that he had been wearing and pressed it over he wound to keep some of the blood from escaping. “Sir? Are you okay?” He repeated.
Kace gave a breathy groan in response, his legs buckling together in pain for his wound. He shook his head drunkenly, trying to dislodge the cloth or whatever was in his body. He gave another breathless, pained groan.
“Fuck,” Lucian mumbeld to himself. He was closer to the hospital than the ambulances on call. He could drive the man there. “Sir, I’m a doctor. I need ot get you to the hospital,” he said in a level tone. “Can you sit up at all so I can get you to my car?”
