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Gay, he/him, Autistic

I’m Crimson Flame and I’m addicted to RPing. But sometimes ADHD kicks in, and it takes me longer to reply to things than it should. If I’m taking too long to respond, feel free to say something. Just don’t be rude about it.

There are a bunch of RPs I like. Pokémon, Digimon, Fantasy, Superhero, it would take too long to list them all. I’m not a fan of Horror or Apocalypse settings though.

I have a particular type of character I like making. Look through my Character Sheet thread, and see if you notice what a lot of my characters have in common.
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You mean Val can actually get a Pink Cutiefly! 😮
Siku
Southern Water Tribe


They discovered Siku could Waterbend in his third year. He could move the water while he was playing in the bath. No one questioned it at the time, until it kept happening… Katara was already showing the same skills.

At four though, he demonstrated he could heal wounds with a touch. He was able to heal Sokka’s wounds when he scraped his knees. He remembered Katara wouldn’t develop healing abilities until later on. Sokka started calling him magic hands.

By six, he could move and shape water with the grace of a master. But that was also when the dreams started. The imposter was talking to him in his sleep. He would wake up gasping, and his twin had to soothe him back to sleep, but they just kept coming. Kept harassing him every night.

He was eight when it happened. When the Fire Nation raiders returned. His mother told him to take Katara and run. Katara begged him to get out. But Siku didn’t run. This was his chance. To change something for the better.

Siku moved, stepping between the captain and his mother. The Firebender Captain raised his hand. A flame shot toward them.

Siku raised his arms, and the snow around his feet exploded upwards. The fire slammed against the water, steam billowing into the air with a deafening hiss.

The Captain snarled. “A Waterbender? This far south?” He launched another flame. Siku didn’t have time to think.

Siku didn’t have time to think, he raised his arms, and the water obeyed. It coiled around his wrists, flowed upward like serpents, and formed a barrier just in time. The fire scattered. The force of the impact knocked him back into the snow, but he never stopped bending. He twisted, redirected, shaped the water like he had been practicing this in secret for years.

Then he struck. A single whip of water hit the Captain square in the chest, unbalancing him on the icy ground.

Then, Kya lunged. She slammed the back of her spear into his temple, and he crumpled.

There was silence.

The others retreated, seeing their leader downed, unwilling to face a Waterbender so deep in enemy territory without numbers on their side.

The snow hissed as the last embers died. Siku turned to his mother, and gasped. Her parka was torn open. Her side was scorched, badly. Blood seeping into the snow. “No no no NO!” He pressed his hands over the wound, calling to the water. “Please, please work, come on—” The liquid glowed faintly. It flowed into her wound, but he wasn’t strong enough. Not yet. It eased the pain, slowed the bleeding, but it didn’t undo the damage. Not fully.

Kya’s eyes fluttered open. “You… did good,” she whispered.

When the others arrived, they found Siku cradling her, water still glowing softly around his hands, his eyes red from crying.

Katara knelt beside them, holding their mother’s other hand.

Sokka stood in stunned silence, looking at his little brother like he was someone else entirely.

That night, the healers said Kya would live, but she’d carry the scar for the rest of her life. She would never fight the same way again.

And Siku was just stunned silent. He did it. He actually did it. He changed the story.
Basically, my character grew up in a wealthy family, they were neglected by their parents, sought attention elsewhere, dreams of being star, and aims to do Pokémon Contests in drag. They also specialize in Fairy types.

I’ll give all the details in a character sheet.
I’m not the most well-versed in D&D, but I like Pokémon, and interested in the Co-ordinator role.

I might go that drag performer route. Lol
Lumiose City Kalos I think. I love the big cities.
Valerian, supporting cast? How dare you. :P
Yes, Jason is now canonically a heartthrob.


@Zarkun @Xaltwind@Crusader Lord@Joshua Tamashii

It was quiet at first. Valerian quietly observed the handsome blue haired boy who he heard call himself Jason when saying his name to the receptionist, had arrived at the same time check himself in. He didn’t even acknowledge Valerian’s existence. He was just existing as if this wasn’t the most important day of a new trainer’s life.

He was going to introduce himself, But then she walked in. A blonde a young woman who Valerian could tell had put effort into her ensemble. This young woman knew who Valerian was, she curtsied, and spoke to him. She didn’t introduce herself, she didn’t ask for anything, she didn’t fawn over being in the presence of royalty. She carried herself with confidence. How rare. He thought with an intrigued smirk.

But then it all went to hell. More people arrived one after the other. No organization, no formal introductions. Too many voices. Too many outfits clashing. It became very hard to focus.

A girl with light purple hair arrived, but what caught Valerian’s attention about her was not her hair color. It was the fact she already had a Pokémon. Were they not supposed to receive a Pokémon from the Professor? It was a Buneary. Not a Fairy type, but a cute Pokémon just the same.

Valerian wanted to coo over it, but he was a prince. He had to maintain some level of decorum. Besides, the Pokémon seemed more interested in the shy quiet young girl that had been also been there before Evelyn arrived. And judging by her demeanor, she looked like she needed the affections of a cute Pokémon way more than being crowded by unfamiliar people.

Jason got the right idea, and moved away from all the chaos. Valerian sat next to him while Jason was going through his motions that he had no clue what they were. “Is this how all League gatherings begin? I admit, I expected something a bit more organized… You seem to be handling the chaos well.”
The gay prince is also going to throw himself at Jason before things get messy.
Psshhh, psychics. You don't need psychic powers when you've got Good Looks (tm).


Valerian would know about that.
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