sheeplon

Asylum for the Supernatural

It took a moment for him to realize he was next, and this terrified him. He grabbed his hands in an effort to stop the shaking but it didn't help. "S-Sebastian Haas. Generalized...And so-cial anxiety." While he had symptoms of other things, too, they weren't important. He sighed, going on, "My mentor put me here....I'm a medium." While he was training to be a shaman, simply saying he was a medium was the quickest option. Nearly none of the words came out clearly between his stuttering and stopping, which could make it hard to understand. By the time he finished speaking, Sebastian felt light headed.

St. Vincent College LGBT Support Group(Romance)

Name: Abel Diederich
Age: 19
Year(Like Freshman, etc.): Sophomore
Major: Flight Engineering
Gender: Male
Sexuality: demisexual (biromantic)
Are you Out?(Y/N): yeah
Hair color: blond (down to his shoulders, often in a ponytail)
Eye color: brown
(Anything else you want to add): He's from Saxony, Germany, and wants to eventually join his home country's military. Came over when he was 14, adapted to American culture pretty well over the years. He's a reserved person, not usually talking to someone unless talked to first. Can be seen as cold and distant, but really he can just be bad at expressing himself. He gives help if someone asks him, which usually is about calculus. He can become a huge smartass.

not much but here

the blue colored one

Asylum for the Supernatural

Hearing the PA system go off and the message that accompanied it, Sebastian had a thought of just finding the most violent spirit in the room and letting it maul him. At this point, even that would be better than going through all of these things done in groups. With a considerable amount of will, he pushed the thought out of his mind and got up, following the sounds of some people leaving to go to the room and finding a seat. He couldn't exactly tell, but he at least hoped his seat was away from the others.

Asylum for the Supernatural

oh man your new character sounds like shes going to give seb a heart attack simply by existing

Asylum for the Supernatural

The abrupt end of the conversation, while giving him a sense of relief, confused him. That was the first time that had happened. Hearing the scratchy sound of a pencil hitting paper, he feared his name was being taken down, but he didn't know why which was the main reason for his worry. "I-is there a re-reason?" It was barely audible, and Sebastian had a hard time getting the words out as he started playing with the end of his blindfold without meaning to.

Asylum for the Supernatural

It took a moment for Sebastian to realize he was being talked to, instead of the girl just belonging to the background noise. Slowly, he lifted his head back up, fixing his hair absently and turning to face the girl. He couldn't place an age on her, though she didn't sound more than 10. He was still shaking slightly, but his mumbling did help him calm down a bit at least. "S-Sebastian."

LGBT College Romance

you had me at lgbt, although princess does bring up good points.

Against the odds( Pokemon Gijinka RP)

It was another late night at the facility, and while Mariana didn't officially work there, she spent most of her time there. Specifically, in her father's lab - She was known to spend 12 hours straight there, easily, just looking over his work and learning from it. After all, this, eventually would be her career, and she needed to live up to his standards. While in this state of concentration, she rarely talked to anyone, ignoring most people who came into the office. This was one of those times, as she focused on a paper published by her father years ago, about the psychological differences between gijinkas and humans.

Asylum for the Supernatural

He was far enough away that he couldn't hear what they were saying, but the simple fact that they were talking made Sebastian anxious, to the point he was slightly shaking. He laid his head down on the table, holding it, muttering in a dead language to try and calm himself down, or at least block them out.

Free-form Monster Highschool RP (OOC/IC)

The carriage ride was a generally unpleasant one for the Imp. Between all the other entities next to him, and how small it was, by the end of the ride he was starting to feel claustrophobic. Add to the fact that he couldn't breathe much, lest he fill up the cabin with smoke. As soon as the driver opened the door, he bolted out, thankful to finally have some room. A plume of tar black smoke escaped him as he was able to start breathing normally again, and stand to his full seven feet even. "Finally." He commented, not showing any interest in the building itself, but the other students climbing out of the rides. He was sizing them up, seeing what his competition would be to be dominant. Of course, Masilalt knew he couldn't judge solely on appearance. Many of the students probably knew some form of magic, and weren't to be messed with. But his judgement gave him good expectations, if not a bit disappointing that there wouldn't be much of a fight. Next, he was to take a look at any of the teachers present. Now he wouldn't be stupid enough to get in a physical fight with them, but he did want to see what he would be getting himself into. Finally feeling content with his first impressions, he straightened out his wraps and cracked the few knuckles that he had left in his hands.