Hm. Thought somebody would drop in during the contest
Well, Liam isn’t gonna ditch Maeve to see a contest. That would be rude.
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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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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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Well, Liam isn’t gonna ditch Maeve to see a contest. That would be rude.
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Stella Gold had expected Byjerlfal Airport to be busy. Between the contest finals, the resort traffic, and the general insistence of people existing in large numbers, some amount of crowding was inevitable. What Stella had not expected was for the terminal to become nearly impassable because a Gym Leader had decided to hold court in the middle of it.
She came to a stop just beyond the thickening crowd, one hand resting on the strap of her pink designer handbag while the other held Fantasia’s Poké Ball. In a flash of light, the Galarian Ponyta appeared beside her, shaking out her pastel mane with a soft little whinny. Stella’s pale blue eyes narrowed slightly as she watched the fans gather around the woman in black and yellow.
Valarie. The Bug-type Gym Leader of Honnington. Contest Star. Dream of Byjerlfal.
Stella recognized her, of course. It would have been embarrassing not to. Valarie was famous, visually memorable, and currently making herself impossible to ignore. Stella’s gaze moved over the eccentric dress, the theatrical posture, the fans, and the deeply suffering security woman beside her.
“Of all the Pokémon to specialize in,” Stella murmured, rubbing lightly at her temple, “she chooses creepy-crawly bugs?”
Fantasia gave a soft whinny.
“Yes, yes, I am sure she is very talented,” Stella said, glancing down at her. “That only makes the decision more mysterious.”
The crowd shifted again, several fans pressing closer in hopes of getting a better look at Valarie. Stella took one step back, narrowly avoiding someone’s backpack as it swung past her skirt. Stella frowned. “Personal space,” she muttered, “continues to be a lost art.”
Fantasia stepped closer to her side. Stella reached down automatically, smoothing a stray lock of the Ponyta’s pastel mane back into place.
Then, above the shifting heads of the crowd, Stella caught sight of a small sign held aloft by a pair of tiny arms.
Camphor’s Lab.
Stella stared. “…Of course,” she said after a moment. “Naturally, Professor Camphor’s idea of a proper welcome is a sign barely visible behind a celebrity traffic hazard.”
Fantasia neighed.
With a final glance toward Valarie, Stella lifted her chin and began making her way through the terminal. “Excuse me. Pardon me. No, I am not in line. Please move your bag. Yes, I am sure she is very impressive.”
As she passed near the edge of the crowd, Stella’s gaze flicked once more to the Gym Leader’s dramatic black-and-yellow dress.
“Lovely outfit,” she murmured. “Tragic specialty.”
Then she continued toward the little sign, Fantasia trotting neatly beside her. Once close enough, Stella stopped, adjusted the strap of her handbag, and looked down toward whoever was holding it. “Camphor’s Lab?” she asked matter-of-factly. “Stella Gold. I assume someone here is expecting me.”
She came to a stop just beyond the thickening crowd, one hand resting on the strap of her pink designer handbag while the other held Fantasia’s Poké Ball. In a flash of light, the Galarian Ponyta appeared beside her, shaking out her pastel mane with a soft little whinny. Stella’s pale blue eyes narrowed slightly as she watched the fans gather around the woman in black and yellow.
Valarie. The Bug-type Gym Leader of Honnington. Contest Star. Dream of Byjerlfal.
Stella recognized her, of course. It would have been embarrassing not to. Valarie was famous, visually memorable, and currently making herself impossible to ignore. Stella’s gaze moved over the eccentric dress, the theatrical posture, the fans, and the deeply suffering security woman beside her.
“Of all the Pokémon to specialize in,” Stella murmured, rubbing lightly at her temple, “she chooses creepy-crawly bugs?”
Fantasia gave a soft whinny.
“Yes, yes, I am sure she is very talented,” Stella said, glancing down at her. “That only makes the decision more mysterious.”
The crowd shifted again, several fans pressing closer in hopes of getting a better look at Valarie. Stella took one step back, narrowly avoiding someone’s backpack as it swung past her skirt. Stella frowned. “Personal space,” she muttered, “continues to be a lost art.”
Fantasia stepped closer to her side. Stella reached down automatically, smoothing a stray lock of the Ponyta’s pastel mane back into place.
Then, above the shifting heads of the crowd, Stella caught sight of a small sign held aloft by a pair of tiny arms.
Camphor’s Lab.
Stella stared. “…Of course,” she said after a moment. “Naturally, Professor Camphor’s idea of a proper welcome is a sign barely visible behind a celebrity traffic hazard.”
Fantasia neighed.
With a final glance toward Valarie, Stella lifted her chin and began making her way through the terminal. “Excuse me. Pardon me. No, I am not in line. Please move your bag. Yes, I am sure she is very impressive.”
As she passed near the edge of the crowd, Stella’s gaze flicked once more to the Gym Leader’s dramatic black-and-yellow dress.
“Lovely outfit,” she murmured. “Tragic specialty.”
Then she continued toward the little sign, Fantasia trotting neatly beside her. Once close enough, Stella stopped, adjusted the strap of her handbag, and looked down toward whoever was holding it. “Camphor’s Lab?” she asked matter-of-factly. “Stella Gold. I assume someone here is expecting me.”
The looks super intimidating but is actually shy is the best part. But there’s a lot going on. Between the name, the outfit, the weapons, and the traumatic backstory, he can come off a little too edgy. I think you should dial it down a little bit so his personality stands out a little more.
There. A quick response
Liam’s smile brightened. “Oh, I’ve been traveling a while,” he said easily. “Long enough to know that arriving somewhere exhausted and in a terrible mood does absolutely nothing for one’s battle performance.”
“And honestly, if a place looks this lovely, I think it would be rude not to appreciate it. I may be headed toward a high-tier competition, but I’m not dead inside.”
At his side, Boo gave a tiny wobble.
Liam laughed softly. “Boo, at least, has been very clear that flower fields are acceptable so long as nothing in them starts moving unexpectedly.”
His expression softened before returning to Maeve. “Though I suppose you’re right. Most trainers invited to something like this are too busy charging dramatically toward their destiny to stop and admire the scenery. Very intense. Very exhausting to imagine.”
His gaze flicked to the envelope in her hand, then back to her. “You don’t strike me as that sort either. Not entirely, anyway.”
“I was on my way in from Galar. Wyndon, specifically. And you?”
He tilted his head slightly. “Also, for the record, I’m choosing to take your comment as a compliment. It’s much nicer than saying, ‘You look suspiciously well-dressed for someone who’s about to go throw Pokémon at elite competitors for a week.’”
“And honestly, if a place looks this lovely, I think it would be rude not to appreciate it. I may be headed toward a high-tier competition, but I’m not dead inside.”
At his side, Boo gave a tiny wobble.
Liam laughed softly. “Boo, at least, has been very clear that flower fields are acceptable so long as nothing in them starts moving unexpectedly.”
His expression softened before returning to Maeve. “Though I suppose you’re right. Most trainers invited to something like this are too busy charging dramatically toward their destiny to stop and admire the scenery. Very intense. Very exhausting to imagine.”
His gaze flicked to the envelope in her hand, then back to her. “You don’t strike me as that sort either. Not entirely, anyway.”
“I was on my way in from Galar. Wyndon, specifically. And you?”
He tilted his head slightly. “Also, for the record, I’m choosing to take your comment as a compliment. It’s much nicer than saying, ‘You look suspiciously well-dressed for someone who’s about to go throw Pokémon at elite competitors for a week.’”
I just assume we all are, but I tend to focus on the things I actually like, and I'm used to faster-paced roleplay in general. I.e., not neccesarily forum roleplay, but chat-style roleplay
I struggle with that. I need time to think of what my character is going to say, and by that point the chat has moved on.
I have ADHD, but I also have Autism, so it's like my brain both goes at 200% speed, but also at the same time it goes at 50% speed. I get it, man. I specifically have to make sure that I have little reminders. And half the time they don't even work because I forget the reminders exist! While they're in plain view!
This is the same issue with me. I have ADHD and I’m autistic.
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Do kids these days even know who Barbie is though? ... Gah, I feel so old....
I mean they sell the dolls at stores.
I’m a doll collector, I know.
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I usually opt for instrumental songs (as per the theme song I put in Toshi's app) but in matching with the vibes you were going for with the themes you gave everyone, here's the first song that came to mind for Tilly:
Also I posted this in the discord but figure I should also post it here so nobody has to dig it up if they missed it:
Bratz doll is new. You’d think with the blonde hair and pink one would think Barbie.
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