Two paragraph MINIMUM, literate writer only.
So, I thought this could be good for a nice, fluffy romantic roleplay.
Your character and mine have been the best of friends for 17 years, dating for 5, and now living together in their own little apartment together.
(They'll be between 19 & 21, depending on what you want.)
My character lost his sight to an illness at 17 years old, and has been reliant on his best friend ever since then. For helping him get around, to pick out clothes, etc.
Your character is outcast because she is too "different" in looks to what society considers "the norm" or "acceptable" in it's media-influnced view. (It can be ANYTHING, from her being overweight, to scars from accidents, to being born with some form of disfigurement, to how she dresses and acts.
The primary focus will be based on the relationship they have, on trying to get married and the prejudices they face along the way, as well as the two talking about the past.
Cliché, but 'eh Might still be fun.)
Fergus was the kind of guy who can be pretty worrisome at times about the littlest of things, but relaxed about other things. This tended to prove his downfall at times, as he used to worry about things that didn't matter, like being a penny short at the store, or missing a bus, despite having lots to choose from. But, on the flipside of things, he tended to not revise for exams, or do homework at the last moment.
Untill he turned 16, and was diagnosed with a degenerative disease, which had inflicted his eyes. He was always reliant on glasses, and though he needed stronger lenses, didn't everybody at some point? After all, your eyes would need to adjust to the strength over time. This affected him deeply. The idea of loosing his sight was frightening, and he really didn't want this to occur.
But.. it did.
By the time of his seventeenth birthday, he was completely and utterly blind. He hated it with a passion, but.. at the same time, it'd only allowed his bond with his best friend to grow stronger, and the two had entered a relationship over the previous year. He was glad of this, knowing he'd be reliant on her once they decided to move out.
He did live with his mother and father, yes. But he wanted to live with his bestie, (Well, girlfriend, now) like they had always planned to, and he wasn't going to change it for the world, no matter what!
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Legs crossed as he sat on the bed, Fergus ran his fingers over the smooth, soft bed sheets, loving the feeling of the material below, the soft familiarity a comforting factor in this new home they inhabited, milky eyes moving around as if studying the room. “How does it look?”
With the speed and haste of the move, (It was a good price, in a town they liked), he hadn’t yet learnt the layout of the room they inhabited, so was reliant on his partner to quide him around until he got used to it, and the area. Smiling, he shifted across the bed towards her, giving her a hug and a smile. “Our meal is booked for 7pm at the restaurant, right?” The brunette asked softly, linking his fingers with her.
He knew what he wanted to ask her would require the moment to be right, and he hadn’t actually got everything he needed, but it’d be fine…
He hoped.
Nothing like planning ahead, and this was nothing like planning ahead.
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If interested, please message me with a reply to my starting post, which is included here.
Sorry for the lack of detail.
So, I thought this could be good for a nice, fluffy romantic roleplay.
Your character and mine have been the best of friends for 17 years, dating for 5, and now living together in their own little apartment together.
(They'll be between 19 & 21, depending on what you want.)
My character lost his sight to an illness at 17 years old, and has been reliant on his best friend ever since then. For helping him get around, to pick out clothes, etc.
Your character is outcast because she is too "different" in looks to what society considers "the norm" or "acceptable" in it's media-influnced view. (It can be ANYTHING, from her being overweight, to scars from accidents, to being born with some form of disfigurement, to how she dresses and acts.
The primary focus will be based on the relationship they have, on trying to get married and the prejudices they face along the way, as well as the two talking about the past.
Cliché, but 'eh Might still be fun.)
Fergus was the kind of guy who can be pretty worrisome at times about the littlest of things, but relaxed about other things. This tended to prove his downfall at times, as he used to worry about things that didn't matter, like being a penny short at the store, or missing a bus, despite having lots to choose from. But, on the flipside of things, he tended to not revise for exams, or do homework at the last moment.
Untill he turned 16, and was diagnosed with a degenerative disease, which had inflicted his eyes. He was always reliant on glasses, and though he needed stronger lenses, didn't everybody at some point? After all, your eyes would need to adjust to the strength over time. This affected him deeply. The idea of loosing his sight was frightening, and he really didn't want this to occur.
But.. it did.
By the time of his seventeenth birthday, he was completely and utterly blind. He hated it with a passion, but.. at the same time, it'd only allowed his bond with his best friend to grow stronger, and the two had entered a relationship over the previous year. He was glad of this, knowing he'd be reliant on her once they decided to move out.
He did live with his mother and father, yes. But he wanted to live with his bestie, (Well, girlfriend, now) like they had always planned to, and he wasn't going to change it for the world, no matter what!
-----
Legs crossed as he sat on the bed, Fergus ran his fingers over the smooth, soft bed sheets, loving the feeling of the material below, the soft familiarity a comforting factor in this new home they inhabited, milky eyes moving around as if studying the room. “How does it look?”
With the speed and haste of the move, (It was a good price, in a town they liked), he hadn’t yet learnt the layout of the room they inhabited, so was reliant on his partner to quide him around until he got used to it, and the area. Smiling, he shifted across the bed towards her, giving her a hug and a smile. “Our meal is booked for 7pm at the restaurant, right?” The brunette asked softly, linking his fingers with her.
He knew what he wanted to ask her would require the moment to be right, and he hadn’t actually got everything he needed, but it’d be fine…
He hoped.
Nothing like planning ahead, and this was nothing like planning ahead.
___
If interested, please message me with a reply to my starting post, which is included here.
Sorry for the lack of detail.