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Meet Ishaan

Pronunciation: ih  sh ah n

Meaning: Son; Lord of Wealth

Kinda funny for a guy who pretty much lives in a van. 

The Run Down

Vagabond siren boy has wheels and looks, will travel. Street busker, belly dancer, singer and guitarist - he's not looking for fame, he's just out here living his best life the way he wants to while he looks for the direction his parents say he strongly needs. He definitely broke the mold when he didn't give in to his parents' wishes in regards to furthering education or worse, getting married, but that being said all relationships are fine. He's fine. Mostly. He is. He honestly really is.

Personality

Smol boy, big attitude.Loves everyone until he doesn't, is a creature of the sea and is as changing as her as well but the good news is that as quick as his temper might be he's quicker to forgive and forget because life is even shorter than him (and he's pretty short).

Connections

Honestly anything! He's relatively open, though not completely. Right now, romantically he's mostly occupied with a certain vampire but things are still openish for now so like casual past and present lovers/fwb are great as long as it's known that anything present is only temporary and fleeting as he'll probably be locked down tight soon. Other than that, like I dunno man friends, frenemies, people who've heard him sing or seen him dance...literally anything!

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PERSONALITY

The truth about Ricky is that even though he’s been through some shit, he can barely be bothered to give a fuck about it. He’s a bit disconnected because he’s learned over time that it’s safer to be. He’s not friendly unless you earn it, doesn’t smile or laugh freely unless he already knows you’re a safe person to care enough about to give such things to, and he’s not what you’d consider an easy person to get to know. The real truth about Ricky is that 95 percent of the time he’s afraid to acknowledge the good shit people might think about him because he’s too busy believing the bad shit he’s been fed all his life through experiences and dealings he’s had with other people. The fact is, it’s not you and it definitely is him. 

He: definitely bounces from job to job often as he has a habit of saying and doing things that other people might not care too much for (in other words: he has a mouth and he will use it), has periods of time where he simply will not talk because not talking is his immediate response to stressful situations, and smokes and drinks way too much just to cope with his own messes inside his own head. He should probably see a therapist but well, talking to people is not always his strong suit (at least not in a way they’d find enjoyable). He’s a grump, but somewhere in there he’s got a decent heart. 

It just takes some prodding. 

THE PAST

He’s a kid that was born into a shitty situation, taken out of it at the age of four, and put into the foster care system just a little too late. He was stubborn, wouldn’t let anyone love or care for him when they wanted to, and accepted it when his foster families didn’t want to. He grew up feeling alone and because of that, he kinda made it come true. He did not see adoption papers. He aged out, grew up, and got the fuck out of dodge. His education was not seen to, he dropped out at sixteen but the people he lived with were too oblivious to even care. They got their money and he, well, he got to do his own damn thing. He’s worked a series of minimum wage jobs, bouncing from one to the other after he inevitably pissed someone off (his current job is his longest one and it’s only been a few months). 

The only good thing to come out of his growing years was the youth center he was often stuck in, where he met a girl named Pia. Pia, his ride or die. Pia, his bestie. 

The rest, well...the rest is whatever. Or at least that’s what he tells himself whenever he thinks he might want more. 

CONNECTIONS

Foster siblings (his last home was his longest and there were about five or six other kids there dealing with similar if not the same scars that the system landed him with). 

People from the small friend group that kinda accidentally formed from that youth center. Pia was one of them, the rest are open. Maybe like two or three others. 

Ricky might not be sociable in the usual sense, but he has a sex life. An active one. He tends to kinda compartmentalize here so it isn’t likely any past things held any feelings - or maybe they did, i dunno but yeah. Past and present stuff in this area. 

Ricky’s got a temper, so people he’s brawled with in the past over whatever kinda useless shit people get mad about. If it’s gonna lead to violence, it’s in. 

Ricky’s an artist - a hidden one. He paints and sketches beautiful, terrible, morbid things to express feelings he often has difficulties with expressing verbally. He’s talented, but it’s raw so maybe someone to kinda ‘discover’ and help ‘foster’ that talent further (and convince him that his art is not actually the trash he thinks it is and to tell him to stop painting only to toss it in the dumpster). 

People he’s delivered pizzas to that have turned into more than just clients as Ricky has a habit of making accidental friends more than purposeful ones. Or even enemies, hey, I’m down for petty fights over stupid shit as it’s very within his character to have them! 

Clients. Ricky does small time sex work in the form of selling certain worn garments over the internet, nudes and some light cam work. He might not be comfortable in person but on screen it’s easy for him to interact (even if he’s usually at least a little high when he does it). Sometimes, but only sometimes, he scams the dudes that hit him up. So like, yeah anything in this range would be great - even a client that maybe ends up as more. 

A future boyfriend. Ricky’s bi, but he has a preference for the boys and even though he mostly thinks he’s unloveable, he has a lot of soft points hidden in there so someone who can poke and prod him into more would be great! Myself and the player of Pia have kind of this love triangle idea sorta deal but honestly anything works here! 

If you wanna hit me up on discord cuz you might wanna deal with this idiot (or any future idiots), you can find me at SirLanceAThot#3334 on discord! 

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Meet Ricky

The truth about Ricky is that he kinda hates Halloween. It’s a bit overrated to him, and mostly an excuse for girls to dress like some form of skanky animal and guys to put on black nail polish or finally delve deep into their deepest desires and *gasp* put on a dress (just for laughs of course) and it’s kinda boring. Does he go along with it anyway? Sure, because at the very least you can sometimes get free drinks if you show up in costume and well, honestly, Ricky does have fun doing a little bit of sfx makeup now and again. It lets him show off that artsy side of himself that he works so hard at keeping in the background of the general aura of ‘nothing’ he gives off because if he’s special, or if people even think he’s special for a minute, he just closes up and closes off and that basically ends that. 

Costume Inspo: The Joker. 

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name: enyo

age & pronouns: 39, she/her

whats your favorite scary movie? The Others

what horror movie trope are you? The girl who runs from the killer, trips and falls and gets killed

favorite types of plots: messy romance, fluff, messy families, found families, big adoptive families, anything gritty, crime/criminals/gangs, everything really. Lol

what are you most excited to see on the site? witches, friendly people and diversity!

what do you want to see on the site? Friendly and clique free community

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#rpaus #rpprompts #indierp #lanadelrey 

Give me any of these please <3 

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GODS & MONSTERS | “I was an angel looking to get fucked hard” 

I might look prim & proper and have a clean, white-bread life, but that doesn’t make me innocent - so do you want to bend me over the bar or take me home and fuck me on every available surface?

TOMORROW NEVER CAME | “You said you’d love me like no tomorrow, guess tomorrow never came”

We had an whirlwind summer romance. You convinced me to drop everything and skip town with you. I waited all night in the pouring rain on the park bench where you said to meet you, but I never saw you again - until now.

GROUPIE LOVE | “It’s so sweet, pouring you a drink and pretending that nothing means everything”

It started as just a backstage hookup, but now we’re sharing hotel rooms and I’m staying with you on your tour bus and I’m having feelings I’m trying hard not to acknowledge. But with the end of the tour looming ahead, where does that leave us?

PLAYING DANGEROUS | “Let’s get in the back of your cop car, officer. You can ask me anything you want, anything”

Wronged in a relationship, I strike out in the best way I think possible at the time: setting the damn house on fire. You’re the cop on the scene who may or may not have heard rumors about my rough relationship around town. With my partners house burning behind us, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to get out of the cuffs. It’s kind of exciting, don’t you think?

WHITE MUSTANG | “Summer’s meant for loving and leaving, I was such a fool for believing that you could change all the ways you’ve been living”

People warned me not to get involved with you, but I stuck by your side for a summer until you left me to work on your music career. I never called you because I thought our love must’ve been toxic, but I finally listened to your record and here you are outside my door with your white mustang and I don’t think I can say no.

HONEYMOON | “We both know the history of violence that surrounds you, but I’m not scared, there’s nothing to lose now that I’ve found you”

You work with the criminal underground, but that doesn’t change the fact that we’re in love. As long as we stay on the run, we can enjoy the adrenalin rush and headlines - just pretend it’s our honeymoon, baby. 

GUNS & ROSES | “Heavy metal love of mine, I should have learned to let you stay”

I’m a Vegas girl and your a member of the biker gang that frequents the strip. Neither of us are super into monogamy, but we are into each other. What happens after a few seasons when marriage comes into the question?

ULTRAVIOLENCE | “He hurt me but it felt like true love. Jim taught me that - loving him was never enough”

Our relationship is toxic, everyone knows it. You pick me up from my gigs at the jazz bar and we scream our way out of the building, but your hit is just as sweet as your kiss. We’re the only one capable of dealing with the other - we’re endgame, sweetheart. 

OFF TO THE RACES | “I need you, I breathe you, I’d never leave you. They would rue the day I was alone without you”

We’ve both got dirty pasts despite our age difference, but love each other despite (if not because of) our flaws. You pay for my addictions and I get you the connections you need to pull of heists. God help us when one of us undoubtedly gets caught.

RIDE | “Drink all day and we talk ‘til dark. That’s the way the road doves do it, ride ‘til dark”

I’m a drifter because that’s the only life I’ve ever known. We’ve recently entered a dom/sub relationship, but what happens when I feel the need to wander, drive fast, hear the birds on the summer breeze?

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Intro

Name: Red Age: 38 (please i’m old forgive me) Pronouns: she/her  Favorite decade: 90s!! Favorite tv show from that decade: Fresh Prince of Bel Air, Martin, and don’t at me but also Are you Afraid of the Dark Favorite music artist from that decade: Biggie Smalls, TLC ... Favorite movie from that decade: Pulp Fiction  Favorite food from that decade: Dunkaroos I miss you Favorite fashion from that decade:  tbh i miss that berry brown lipstick trend but also plaid, plaid and plaid  Favorite emoji:  the one that looks like the face is cry-laughing but mad about it?  Favorite thing about RP: New plots, new characters, chatting with new people!  What do you look for in a site: Friendly atmosphere, easy-going activity rules, clean site design that makes it easy to navigate  Type of plots you enjoy/like to see: Oh gosh...anything related to crime/gangs, angsty or fluffy romance, all the gay tbh, family/siblings (long lost twins is something I’d really love to do tbh  When did you start rping: Uhh...late 90s? I told you. I’m old man 

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Full name: Tyrone Shamir Walker

Face Claim: AJ Saudin

Pronouns: he/him

Age: 29

Height/Build: 6′7″ / broad and muscular - a real powerhouse

3 traits ( one pos, one neutral, one neg): charming, aggressive, blunt 

Style: street but classy, likes to show that wealth.

Habits: works out every day, works hard but plays harder, spends money like water on anyone he feels like (but most especially his mama and his sisters), purposely does and says shocking things to keep the media on it’s toes. 

Freeform Section (anything else you’d like to mention!):

A real rags to riches story - started out life homeless and wound up living in a rich part of Brooklyn with a white man as his step daddy. He’s one of ten children, the only boy, and shares a father with only two of his sisters. Discovered he was good at beating people up the hard way - having to kick ass in some of the neighborhoods he grew up in before things settled. Wound up getting discovered by a well-meaning youth counsellor who worked at the youth center he sometimes got stuck at when his mama didn’t have a baby sitter. He took some of that aggression and aimed it towards a punching bag and honestly, Ty never looked back. Boxing became his therapy and his ticket out of the ghetto. He fought his first match at seventeen and won, and then another and another until all the scouts and would-be managers came out to see the Kid from East Harlem. Eventually he wound up going pro, turned champion in every weight class he fought in and that’s when the sponsorships started pouring in. The commercial deals, the guest starring spotlight in various sitcoms and tv shows...he had a knack for it. He had that charisma. With these things came money- a lot of it. And with that money came freedom... 

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Trick or Treat

“Hey mister. You got candy or what?” 

He’d lost focus for a second too long, causing the kids (and that was a loose term really) at his door to finally speak up. They couldn’t have been more than fifteen - all of them lanky and at that awkward age where what they were doing was both considered beneath them and holy as the entire goal of their expedition was a high yield of free candy. 

Enough candy to keep their dumb asses sugar high for a week. 

What the fuck were they even doing there? 

The man in the doorway blinked. Took in their cheap plastic masks and bland white pillow cases. Had not a clue. “Helloooo...are you there?” The annoying wine of a teenage voice on the verge of breaking into manhood buzzed in his ear, making him wish he’d turned his hearing aid down. “Yo, I think he’s high.” Their laughter registered, sharp and grating and he finally acknowledged their presence with a roll of his eyes. 

“Oh for fuck’s sake. It’s Halloween.” he said, heaving a sigh. “Jesus Christ. Did I leave my light on?” He shook his head, muttering in irritation to himself before heading back into his apartment - wondering when kids moved into his apartment building. Wondering how October crept up on him while he was unaware as he reached into his fridge for the closest thing to a ‘treat’ he could find - about ten mini bottles with words like Jack Daniels and Smirnoff on them. 

The kid standing closest to the door was the receiver, the nips tumbling into his bag with a murmured warning to not drink ‘em all by himself - and he stood there for a long time in shocked silence as the door shut soundly in his face...

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name: Red age: Old (please don’t make me tell a number *sweats*) pronouns: she/her favorite character types: I really enjoy the meanies. I really, really do.  site turn ons: clean aesthetics, colors that are easily readable, clearly defined boards, easily navigatable (as I am stupid)  about you: 

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my best friend has had a family member pass away, and this has been a very hard time for him. if you guys could please help me and just send love to him in his askbox or something for when he’s able to return, I would really appreciate it. he means the world to me and i don’t know what else to do other than show him as much love and affection from my side of the country as possible. his tumblr is @daysclear and his name is theo. please just help me send love and positive vibes his way.

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name: Red

pronouns: She/Her

your hogwarts house: Ravenclaw probably.  

favorite type of plots: Dramatic Romance ...but honestly I will plot anything. I am a very open plotty person. :) I also uh, stalk plots so. Yeah. Be prepared for me to read all the things (even if I’m not writing them). 

things you want to see in a site: Inclusive RP, friendly people, no drama. 

fictional character counterpart: HMMM...I’d say probably uh,  honestly I have no idea! All my characters that I play have aspects of myself in them but I’ve never put much thought into who my fictional character counterpart would be. I’ll let you guys decide as we all get to know each other! :)  

if life were a movie, who would play you?: I’ve been told Anna Paquin kinda looks like me so maybe her? 

gif that represents you: 

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I would watch that show yo.

we need to protect him

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AGUST D

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be softer with you. you are a breathing thing. a memory to someone. a home to a life.

Nayyirah Waheed  (via perrfectly)

Gun <3 

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yo being black and depressed is hard as fuck. being black with anxiety is hard as fuck. being black with a chronic illness or disability is hard a fuck. everybody expects you to be ‘strong’ at all times and no one sees black people as complex or nuanced enough to be capable of suffering. no one ever thinks we could possibly need help. and if you’re a black woman, the moment you stop thinking about others and try to tend to yourself you’re a selfish lazy ungrateful bitch.

support black people, esp women, who need help. don’t just call us strong or tell us we’ll get through it, help us. protect us. uplift us. allow us to be beings capable of suffering. give us the same space you’d give white women to express our pain and be there for us like you would for anyone else. 

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