Revolution

Even "Evil" Has Standards

~Even "Evil" Has Her Standards.~

<Your character> is seen by many as a cruel, heartless bitch. She's quick to anger and has been in trouble many times with the school, her parents and the police. She smokes, drinks, bullies and belittles. She has served time in Juvie, and is on her very last warning for beating another kid quite badly.

She's recently took up boxing to try and control some of her anger, and is actually rather good at it. One of her conditions of staying out of trouble, is that her classes and training are paid for and she is allowed to use the equipment in the school gym.

My character is a quiet, timid boy. Small in stature and voice, he is clearly not the most confident of souls. He's been at this school for about a year and a half, and it seems nobody knows his name or really whom he is. He likes it like that, as it allows him to be left alone.

Outside of school, though, he has a secret. He is a crossdresser, and loves to wear a wig, make up, skirts, bows and so on. His thin and petite form suits this well, making him happy as hell when he's wearing the clothes he loves.

A cruel prank results in the photos <My character> has taken being leaked out after his phone is stolen, and the bullying he gets from others becomes much worse. Lonely and scared, he considers quitting school and walking out of classes totally.

One afternoon, he's being hounded and ganged up on by two or three larger males. <Y/C> steps in and defends him from harm, helping him to safety and treating his wounds.

The two become friends slowly, and discover a lot about the other that could possibly change things forever.

Don't Make Me Pick.. (MxF)

Okay, so a bit of a unfinished idea here. This can be a One on One or done with three people.

My character, Arthur, is a kind and loving but slightly awkward man who adores his best friends more than anything in the world. The three have been best friends since childhood, and are practically inseparable.

<Your characters> are physically identical twins. Personalities are up to you. Very few people can tell them apart from each other, with the sole exception of Arthur. He knows exactly who is who, and won't tell anybody else how.

He's deeply in love with both sisters, and hasn't told them. He knows he can't have both, so would rather have neither. He's scared of being hurt, or hurting them. What he's unaware of is how they feel. Will they make him choose? Or let him love them both?

And that's it so far.

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"I'm home!" Arthur stepped through the door to the apartment he shared with his best friends. It'd been a long day at work, his usual 9 hour shift turned into a 15 hour one. His entire body ached from head to toe, and his bed called out to him as though it were a siren trying to gain the attention of a sailor.

Yet, despite the fact it was now 12 am, and he'd been out of the house since 8 am the previous morning, he knew he couldn't yet go to bed. He needed to eat and drink, get a bath and try to settle down for a bit.

It had actually been his 19th birthday that day, but he'd not celebrated it as he'd been at work so long. He wasn't too bothered, as he'd made no plans. Besides, he only had his best friends to celebrate it with, and didn't want to bother them.

Abused Male x Abused Female

Bumping this up.

Hello everyone.

Welcome! Ignore everything NuttsNBolts says. <3

Guess who's back

Holy shit, I remember you from IRC and Tinychat days.

Always went by Sam then, the awkward chubby brit. Fuck alls changed.

~ Seeking Partner for Pokemon (moon/sun) Roleplay! ~

I can totally try playing Guzma, he's a fucking awesome character.

Might be tempted to try and create an older take on the male trainer, though. Place him as a possible trial captain somewhere rather than champion, OR, if you don't mid adding something new..

Contests in Alola <3

Abused Male x Abused Female

So, I do have a very basic plot in mind, but I'm happy to expand and discuss it.

My character, William, is a shy and awkward type on the outside. He never really speaks in class, and when he has to... He always sounds anxious and unsure of himself, as though he expects the worst to happen for simply speaking. He's rather thin compared to his older, larger build, having shed a lot of weight recently. He never seems to eat at school, and seems to be reluctant to even consider being inside the lunch hall during school hours. What little he does it consists of small portions of fruit and veg, only because he feels he must eat.

Your character is a loud, punkish sort of girl who's often in trouble for creating havoc and disobeying teachers. She's been excluded a number of times, and is close to being thrown out on her ass. She's known to sleep around and to not really care for others past her basic needs. She can be cold at times, and is only liked as she'll sleep with most men who are willing to have her.

William and her are partnered together by a teacher whom believes that doing so might be good for them both by drawing William out of his shell, and by getting her to consider being calmer and kinder to others rather then acting out. Like pairing up yin and yang together, to form a complete and balanced being.

Surprisingly, the two do manage to get on well. Something clicks, and they manage to complete the project in record time. They remain talking afterwards, much to the shock of many. What they don't know is something only William and <Y/C> do.

Both confessed the abuse to the other, and find kinship and solace in being able to talk to the other and trust them. They have made plans to flee, and to stay by each others side for however long it takes. Yet.. they are falling in love.

I have a writing sample below.

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Misery.

To say that William was feeling miserable would be an utter, quite insulting, understatement and a half. He felt... quite a mixture of emotions, despite them all being on the negative side of things.

Depression. Anger. Fear. Hurt. Alone. Terrible.

Today alone, he'd cycled through all of these, and much more besides. Genuine happiness was impossible, and had been for the last year or two. He could certainly fake a smile, and could put his parents off the scent of what was really going on.

Blood. Tears. Pain.

Every time he entered the bathroom at home, all three of these would be easily accomplished. He had control over two of these, much to his brief pride. It was something he could prevent the bullies from causing to him, and he found a tiny spark of enjoyment in this.

Watching the crimson liquid drip into the sink, his eyes moved over to the mirror that hung over the fitting. His skin was pale, his chocolate brown eyes dark and standing as a stark contrast to his skin. Bags hung under his eyes, dark rings from a lack of sleep. His dark black hair was down to his shoulders, framing his features.

Frowning some as he squinted, the male noted a slight bruise starting upon his right cheek. Must have been from when he was shoved into the lockers. Prehaps he could blame the newest marks upon his arm on that. Looking down, a cold smirk played upon his lips. Three scars on the left, four on the right. He always avoided gym, and hooded tops meant his arms were always covered up. He knew that the marks were there, and nobody else did. Good. Just how he wanted it.

Stepping over to the full length mirror, he looked at his thin body. He'd shed a lot of weight, no longer an overweight child. Instead, he was much too thin now. But this was better than the alternative. He'd rather not weigh much, then be large, ugly and gross. It didn't matter that his ribs could be seen, nor that he looked overly ill if anyone ever saw his body. Nobody could, and thanks to the clothes he wore, they wouldn't know.

Once Triplets, Now Twins...

<>Once Triplets, Now Twins... Still Best Friends?<>

They say that when you meet your best friend, you'll know regardless of who it is. That there will be that spark, that click and that smile that cements you as being the best of friends for years to come and beyond.

Steven (He went by Stevie) had never had that click, but he didn't need too, for he'd been born with his two beat friends. The only brother out of the triplets his mother had been blessed with, he was the quietest of the trio by far. He never really felt the need to make himself stand out or be heard, and would listen to his sisters argue so much he just said nothing to make things easier though it did mean he ended up as the go between and made to pick whom he wanted to play with when they were kids.

As they reached their teens, he spent less time with them both. It was easier for him to keep away from them at times, especially when puberty played havoc with their emotions and he could hear them arguing more. If they ever got upset, he'd sit with them and comfort them as he knew a good brother should do.

So it broke his heart that at 17, he and <your character> lost their sister. The sisters had been fighting, and Alisha had walked out on the two of them that dark and stormy night, refusing to take her phone.

By the next day, she hadn't returned to the house. With Stevie and <Your character> still at home, they headed out to look for her with their parents. All four took different paths to cover a wider area.

It was Stevie that found her, laying unconscious and beaten in a ditch. His scream of despair, horror and raw, untold emotion was said to have carried for miles across the field. He didn't speak for weeks after, sitting silently in his room. The teen barely ate, only leaving his room for water and the restroom. He didn't look at anyone, and the only contact he had was sitting hold <Your character's> hand at the funeral, needing his sister more than ever.

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We'd pick up about a week after the funeral, and explore the affect this is all having on the two remaining siblings. From the nightmares and fear Stevie is having seeing his sister's dead body, to the guilt your character is feeling over her sister's death.

The two will grow closer through this, becoming overprotective of each other and trying to only focus on the other, not seeming to click they need to work together and support each other equally, and talk things over.

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