#coming from a cringe rp girl. i loved doing that in middle and high school but somehow it became too embarrassing to do...

[normiematsu]

chara ai being The Thing now instead of rp is intriguing to me but also really scary like what if somehow it is another person on the other side. i want to try it out to brainstorm character interaction but the entire time id be so worried this thing breaks character to be like btw girl you're cringe and fuck and i was actually some guy the whole time. which is funny bc Some Guy would be playing the role of cringefail neetwife

[telesthisia]

Name: Amber!!! Or Dee if you know me from my gamer/old twitter tag Lulladee!!  Age: 24 Birthday: October 6 First muse on Tumblr: Viola from infamous horror game The Witch’s House First RP url:  siqua-amoris back when latin urls were a thing in 2014 tumblr rpc, god remember those days? I believe it meant she lives!  Why did you pick your first muse?: WHEN I GOT THE TRUE ENDING THE FIRST TIME I WAS SO UPSET BY HER DEATH IT WAS SO BRUTAL AND HEARTBREAKING!!!! She was suffering throughout the entire game, trying to best Ellen and despite all of that she failed. MY POOR BABY  Latest muse on Tumblr: Aeris Gainsborough, ah yes another tragic muse (gOD WHY DO MY FAVS HAVE TO HAVE TRAGIC FATES IN CANON I CAN’T ANYMORE)  Latest RP url: Hrm... technically hailags before work took over my life, but spiritmaiden and telesthisia is my most active URL at the moment Why did you pick your latest muse?: I always loved Aeris back in middle school when I first found out about FF7, I didn’t get to play any FF games until high school when I got my hands on FF8 and 9 from amazon, FF7 was 100 dollars and me being only 15 I didn’t have that much money to my name I couldn’t work until I was 16 due to laws so :’)  Best RP Memory: When I first started out though I cringe at how forward I was because I’d follow, send IC asks and then pray to jesus they responded and then from there made a thread if they did sOMEHOW THAT WORKED AND IT’S AMAZING HOW MUCH HAS CHANGED SINCE THAT WAS SORTA THE NORM. But I made a lot of friends, some I’m still friends with after all these years and some who just disappeared from the internet.  Worst RP Memory: When I was in the survival horror rpc, I played as Fiona Belli there was drama going on. My first time ever seeing drama on the dash, suffice to say it totally killed me and I deleted to get the hell away from that community.  What are all the muses you had on Tumblr?: *Cracks knuckles* Viola (The Witch’s House), Fiona Belli (Haunting Ground), Paula Polestar… and then I later turned that blog into a Mother 4  multimuse blog, this Ib OC I had back when I was siqua amoris, Earthbound Happy Happy Cult OC, Mother 1 OC who was an imaginary witch living in Magicant, Pike Queen Lucy(Pokemon), Kumatora(Mother 3), Rinoa Heartily(FF8), Namine (Kingdom Hearts) Princess Agitha(LoZ), Alice (Alice in Wonderland), Akito (Misao), Zelda Sky and OOT and ALTTP and I believe FS, Kyoko from River City Girls, some OCs over the years, Princess Hilda ALBW, Garnet(FF9) Sarah (FF1) and I’M SURE MORE HOLY CRAP I JUST COPIED AND PASTED FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT AND DIDN’T KNOW I PLAYED THIS MANY CHARACTERS I HAVE AN ADDICTION  Longest muse?: Zelda!!! both ALTTP and Sky, though sky I believe I’ve played her since 2017! Shortest muse?: Fiona Belli. She had to be the hardest muse I’ve ever had tbh. Still, I’d love to pick her up someday again. Any advice for RPing?: Don’t make a million accounts like I did. Have fun and don’t take things too seriously!! Your health always comes first, whether it’d be mental or physical health so don’t worry about being too late with your replies, I’m sure your partners will be super understanding! One more advice!! Don’t be afraid to talk with your partners.

[the-fashiongeek-blog1]

FASHION GEEK: ORIGINS

(or How Writing Got Me Into Fashion)

    Show of hands; who participated in NaNoWriMo 2018? To all of you who hit that mythic 50k, a hearty round of applause! And even if you didn’t, words are words and more power to you for adding to your wonderful stories! This year was a bit of a struggle for me, but I did manage to cross the finish line just before midnight on Friday.

    For those of you feeling a little confused (NaNoWhoNow? Fifty-thousand what?), NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month, is a personal challenge to write a fifty-thousand word novel during the thirty days of November. According to the official press release from 2016, the previous year had over four-hundred thousand participants, with almost ten percent “winning”, or verifying online that they had achieved the word goal. Some well-renowned authors have written pep talks for the program, or even participated in previous years. For example, both Water for Elephants and Cinder both started out as NaNo novels. It’s an amazing experience, and I would absolutely recommend looking into it if you’ve ever been curious.     Now this could come as no surprise, but I love writing. Until recently, I always specified that I like creative writing - and by “creative”, I would’ve meant “fiction”. As the existence of this blog can attest, I’ve come to see the fun in creative non-fiction as well. Unfortunately, for as much as I love writing, trying to keep up with this blog and my NaNo novel proved a bit too much to handle. For those of you wondering where I disappeared off to this November, there’s the quick answer. But I’m back now. Hope I haven’t disappointed anyone!     But Katie, I hear you say, what in the heck does this have to do with fashion? Don’t worry, we’re circling back to it. Way, way back.     When I was a kid, I hated fashion. Or rather, I hated what I thought fashion represented. Internalized misogyny is part of it, but it gets a little more specific than that. To this day, I love action and fantasy fiction, but growing up there weren’t too many characters for a young girl like me to live vicariously through. Sure, there were some female characters in the series I used to watch, but even tiny Katie understood that many were treated poorly by the narrative or were just given nothing to do. (I see you, Anna Valerious in Van Helsing.) The women that actually got to participate in the action all seemed to share a common archetype. If I wanted to kick any kind of ass, I had to abandoned things that were considered feminine - or so I was taught by the media I consumed. So, just like that, I decided to “reject” fashion. I pretended I didn’t know what Juicy Couture was, and I refused to wear the color pink. Oh, Miranda Priestly would’ve had a blast dragging me.     Thankfully, I outgrew this frame of mind somewhere around my preteen years. Part of me wants to thank the more varied portrayals of kickass ladies in the comics and manga I started getting into around the same time. (Stick a pin in that for now.) Another part of me wants to thank the emo/scene fashion circa 2006-2010. Did I dye my tips red, or wear tutus over jeans, or cut holes in my striped socks to make them in to fingerless gloves, and other “cringe-y” things like that? Hell yeah, I absolutely did. (Also, cringe culture can kiss my ass.)     Back to the point, this was the start of me consciously using fashion to project an image of myself into the world. Of course, I thought I was doing this by subverting fashion entirely, but you can’t spell “subversive fashion” without the word “fashion.” I mean...it’s literally right there. (Baby steps, tiny Katie, we’re getting there.) Around the same time, a sudden move took me from living in the Big City to the actual literal middle of nowhere. Fashion was a lot more homogenous in my new school, and I delved more deeply into quirky style as a way of broadcasting my city mouse identity.     Throughout this whole era in my life, I was writing non-stop. It was mostly fanfic and message board RPs at the time, which led me to dollmaker games. Besides giving me a nifty visual aid for my characters, I loved using these games to put together cute outfits for my them, and developing their fashion sense as part of their character. Clothes can say a lot about a character. Was she a total punk rocker, or did she prefer athletic wear? How did she use fashion to make others perceive her? It was all kinda similar to how I was using fashion for myself.     Some time in high school, I stumbled upon a website called Polyvore. (Quite literally. I found it through the StumbleUpon extension.) Unfortunately, Polyvore no longer exists - No one expects the SSENSE acquisition! - but it was a wonderful slice of the internet for a while. There was a flourishing RP community on the site that produced some of the most amazing content I’ve seen and read on the internet to this day. Due to the fact that Polyvore was originally a fashion website, making anything on there required at least a tangential understanding of fashion. High fashion (and occasionally commercial) models were used as faceclaims for characters, and searching for clothing to put them in meant knowing which brands or designers best suited each characters’ tastes.     Before then, my interest in the world of fashion was incidental. I knew that I liked certain designers, but I couldn’t list off my favorite collection of theirs, or tell you their biggest influences. Seeing members of the writing community discuss these and similar topics was what inspired me to look more deeply into fashion. At first, it was a way to follow conversations, which mostly involved looking back at old seasons or editorials. This quickly evolved into me seeking out new content and actively trying to keep up with the fashion world of my own volition.     And, well, here we are now. An active fashion across several social media platforms, pursuing a dream to make it somehow in the fashion industry. For me, writing and fashion go hand in hand, no matter if I’m writing one of my stories or working on a new blog post. It all comes back to the same thing. I can honestly say that, without writing, there would be no Fashion Geek.

[stargirlberry-blog1]

Character Information

Full Name: Rachel Barbara Berry

Age & Birthday: December 18, age 16

Gender Identity: Cis Female

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Romantic Orientation: Biromantic

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual / Attentionsexual

Hometown: Lima, Ohio

Family Information

Mother: Shelby Corcoran

Father: Hiram Berry, Leroy Berry

Siblings: N/A 

Pets: Rachel would love to keep chickens or something equally homey in which she could dedicate a chapter of her memoir to the simple life she had keeping chickens. However, an unfortunate experience with eggs has ensured she has an entirely new chapter regarding chickens planned. 

Other Family Members of Importance: No other living relatives

Financial Status: Middle class. The Berry family are by no means rich, but Rachel has never had to struggle for anything. They are entirely comfortable, her fathers have successful careers and aside from having to attend public school, Rachel never goes without. 

Please describe your character’s family dynamics: Rachel was planned, bought and paid for. A baby that was desired and extremely wanted. Her dads have worshipped her from birth, she has never wanted for anything her entire life. Rachel had never had chance to form a pout, or develop a fever before attention was given and any hurts soothed away. Her parents are loving and attentive, and perhaps overly indulgent. They have their family traditions, movie night, musical theatre night, karaoke night and at least once a month will sit and watch home movies which include, and are most definitely limited to, a highlight reel of all Rachel’s achievements. Her fathers were grown, successful men by the time they had the finances to be able to afford to create a baby, so she only had one set of Grandparents on Hiram’s side until she was eight years old. The Jewish faith and adherence to the religion even though she isn’t particularly religious herself, came from the relationship with her grandparents, and a way to honour their memory, when it’s not being honoured in song form. 

Personality Information

Positive Traits: Caring, talented, dedicated, loyal, loving

Negative Traits: Selfish, insecure, desperate, obnoxious, blunt

Star Sign: Sagittarius 

Likes: Broadway, Gold stars, Singing, Animals, Writing strongly worded letters, Herself, Sweaters, Knee socks, Old movies, Pink, MySpace, Attention, Admiration, Praise

Dislikes: Meat, Rudeness (in others, not herself, obviously), Bad singing, A lack of dedication, Slushies, Eggs, MySpace comments, Being ignored

Pet Peeves: A lack of ambition. She cannot understand it, nor can she keep her mouth shut when she notices it in others and when people sing through movies (unless it is her). 

Most Embarrassing Memory: Being egged by vocal adrenaline. Rachel is very rarely embarrassed by her own behaviour, she is able to rationalise her own embarrassing traits to herself and what others may cringe at, she takes pride in. Being egged was something she hadn’t prepared for, and had been completely mortified to not only 

Hobbies: Singing, dancing, blogging, acting, vlogging, theatre, exercise, crafts

Guilty Pleasure: Vegan ice cream, she is an emotional eater. 

Unusual Talents. She is excellent at scrapbooking, Rachel is terribly sentimental even if she doesn’t always seem as though she cares about more than herself. She longs to fit in and be accepted, so any happy memories that seem even a tiny bit like friendship are cherished and recorded. She has a talent for song writing not yet discovered. 

Habits. Nail biting and playing with her hair when overly stressed

Schooling Information

Grade. Senior

GPA: Rachel puts effort into all of her studies, she is a perfect student and nothing less than the best is good enough for her. She may dot her i’s with hearts and stars alternately and assign herself gold stars for work well done, but she maintains a perfect GPA despite obnoxious habits. Although she would say, because of them. 

Extracurriculars: Glee club, drama club, school council, dance

Character Development

Canon Integration:

I’d like to include her crush on Mr Schue and sending Sunshine to a crackhouse as episodes that happened during her past. I think they are important to her personality. 

I don’t want to infringe on anyone who might play Jesse, so I will incorporate Shelby into future development plans. 

I would however, like to include her experience of being egged by vocal adrenaline, but I am happy to have had that be another boy.

Plans for Development. 

I’d like to explore her friendships, how they develop and how she becomes less selfish because of them. I’d be keen to explore possibly within the future her tendency to sacrifice herself for the greater good. She can be loud and obnoxious and incredibly selfish, but I’d like to explore how she changes because of the attention of those around her. Once she’s given the chance to be a friend, she can make a great one. 

 It would be interesting to explore Rachel’s sexuality in comparison to how she see’s herself. She imagines her life to be the standard, girl meets boy and falls in love and whilst that may happen, it would be interesting to explore her acknowledging at least that she has an attraction to women too, and that she can’t always control every aspect of her life. 

I’d like to explore her issues with her mother and her feelings of being unwanted when it comes to her. She’s been worshipped by her fathers, but her mother very clearly did not want to be that to Rachel and as much as she pretends that she doesn’t need her, she desperately wants to be loved and longs for a maternal figure. During the course of the RP, I’d like to explore her writing to her mother and trying to form the relationship she desperately craves but isn’t going to receive. 

It would be fun to explore Rachel romantically, she can be too much and doesn’t know how to pull it back. It would be interesting to explore how Rachel acts when she has genuine feelings and when she simply wants to be loved. 

Character Biography (654 words)

December 18 was the date a star was born. Quite literally. The day one, Rachel Barbra Berry, entered the world and began her destiny to stardom. Born to gay fathers, Rachel was adored from birth. Never did a frown or pout have time to form on her face before her needs were attended to. Anything she desired, any dream she had, however far fetched, was made possible through the love and devotion of her parents. Rachel expressed an interest in performing and everything financially possible was done for her. She had acting lessons, singing, dancing, and was entered into every competition available in their small town and beyond.

When she was younger, she had not only the devotion of her parents, but that of her grandparents on Hiram’s side. Until her grandfathers death when she was 6 and her Grandmother's the following year, they had been two of her biggest fans. They would visit every weekend and sit patiently as Rachel performed song after song, applauding dutifully after each. Her grandmother had a love of animals and Rachel learned from her to cook and use only cruelty free products. Her devotion to a faith she isn’t strict with, came from a respect for the grandparents who loved her and a way of honouring their memory when sometimes, very rarely, a song simply wouldn’t do it.

Although her family life was close to perfect, Rachel always missed a maternal figure in her life. She certainly didn’t go without, and her dads provided everything they could. But she’d stand to the side for mother/daughter days, and would stare longingly at the mother's day greeting cards in stores, knowing she had no reason to purchase one. Sometimes she did, she’d write cards to the mother she didn’t have. She’d write about herself, and the problems that girls had as they grew up that she couldn’t always share with her dads. They’d prepared a PowerPoint on periods and puberty, had been sure to buy every single brand of sanitary products they could their hands on. But it wasn’t the same, there were things she didn’t understand, changes happening to her body she couldn’t account for and unlike other girls, she’d had to find those things out for herself. Rachel longs to find what she feels is a missing piece within her life, but is incredibly wary of seeming ungrateful for the amazing life her parents have provided.

Whilst her home life was filled with love, laughter and joy. Rachel had never had the same experience with school. She very rarely related to her peers and whether that was sometimes through no fault of her own due to living in Lima and having two dads, a lot of it came down to her spoiled nature and overbearing personality. She went through her younger years longing for a friend, and yet driving anyone away who tried to be that. She was overly critical, bossy and often too much. She wasn’t afraid to speak her mind and had many delusions of grandeur when it came to her own talents. She’d thought that might change in high school, a chance for a fresh start, but her interests simply didn’t line up to those of her peers. They were never going to make her popular and well-liked and instead of conforming, Rachel went the same way she always had and over compensated her loneliness by being loud and obnoxious in a desperate bid for attention and admiration.

Since finding glee she’s made steps towards creating true friendships. She can still be overbearing, she can be bossy and selfish at times. But she cares and she’s learning to allow others to shine, even when she wants to take the spotlight for herself. Rachel is slowly learning how to make lasting friendships and is hoping to be able to fill the memory board in her room with something other than certificates of her achievements.

[seongkiran-blog]

( i’m sobbing she’s precious )

hi guys, i’m jules and i’m so excited to be a part of this rp !! i just saw that my app was in all caps by mistake bc my phone likes to fuck with me like that and i’m cringing omg. so i applied a few days ago but life got super hectic and i only just reapplied now that i’ve come up for air rip. but this is my eternally fucked, lowkey honey girl kiran who thinks she’s stoic and intimidating af but more often than not has the smallest of smiles at the v least on her face. here’s some basic — & extensive, sorry lmao — info about her ( TW: death, self-destructive behaviour, adjustment disorder/situational depression ) :

born seong kiran/kiran diana seong on march 12, 1997

scarborough, canada born and raised to first-gen korean-canadian parents

the epitome of a bitter smol™ that’s prepared to fight over everything (stubborn brat )

has twin five year old siblings that she fucking adores, which is a big deal since she doesn’t care intensely for many people

her parents were both only kids that ventured into science-based careers; her mom was a pharmacist at her late grandparents’ small clinic and her dad was a neurosurgeon at toronto gen hospital, so they were upper-middle class you could say

s u c k e d at making friends in her formative years and when she did, they didn’t stay for v long

plenty of chances for her to find new friends though since the gta is huge and has a ton of other kids around so it wasn’t all in vain

also her vanity when she was a kid was prob a turn off for others lol

smart af, like english? a’s. math? a’s french? a+

eventually didn’t suck at the whole friend thing and had a small group of people she grew rather fond of

she ended up graduating as valedictorian and was accepted to mcgill to study pre-med and become a neurosurgeon just like papa seong

always wanted to follow in his footsteps, so it came as no surprise to her parents

( TW: DEATH ) during her midterm break in her first sem, her parents decided to take the family to their cabin near muskoka for a weekend away from the city/suburbs

they were a little over halfway there when her dad tried to veer the suv away from a moose in the middle of their lane, but wasn’t successful

kiran was conscious during the whole thing, though she sustained a concussion and the twins were unharmed in their carseats; however their mother died on impact and their father suffered from a cranial injury ( .. i only just realized how ironic and morbid this is after working with this muse for a while oh my g o d )

she went with the twins to the hospital and was inconsolable over the loss of her mother alone, while her father was in critical condition and the outlook was promising, though not certain

he was put in a medically induced coma after being operated on and she and her godparents ( who advised her on the whole thing since they were docs themselves ) decided to hold out hope for a recovery

the twins were put in her care and she was left to deal with the burden of their loss, her education and the obvious, her brother and sister’s newfound dependency on her

she withdrew from the few people she became close to over the years, her grades began to slip as well, and she was always weighed down by grief and anxiety

she tried to stay in school while taking care of the twins, but it was becoming more and more difficult to do so. she just managed to keep her head above water throughout the rest of the first sem though

moved out of res, into an apartment and relocated the twins for the time being to see if she could pull it off

( TW: SELF-DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOUR ) add the fact that a part of her began to question if she could really follow in her dad’s footsteps, and that she let further anxiety from the pressures of making her parents proud get to her and she was soon on a downward spiral

she slipped away from her academics and was slowly becoming a poor guardian; soon, kiran was partying too hard and winding up in the hospital or a stranger’s dorm, skipping labs, and was generally a lost cause when the twins were under the care of a sitter

failed a couple of courses by the end of the second semester and had her godparents flying out to crack down on her dumb ass

felt hopeless and lost, but especially so when she posed the risk of losing the only family that she had left, realizing how selfish her actions were and trying to amend her mistakes

dropped out of mcgill for the time being and took up a job as a retail clerk to provide for the three of them ( despite inheriting their mom’s estate and all, as she put the money that came from it into the kids’ savings )

was soon in the clear in her godparents’ opinion and has tried to do right by her parents and siblings since then

after losing herself for a while, she found that she was right back to where she started with friend-making, but rather than it being her just not knowing how, it was that she didn’t want to let people in after everything that had happened

she didn’t remain a loner, but she didn’t have a ride or die by any means

for the sake of her a.d and bc of the bad memories that t.o and mtl held, she found herself relocating to greenville of all places

but deep down she knows mama seong would be happy about the kids growing up in a smaller town than near dt toronto

about four months after settling in, she began attending a nearby college in what would have been her fourth semester and has since maintained a high gpa after retaking the courses she fucked up in

her dad has since woken up, but he’s going through extensive forms of therapy to restore his motor, neurological, etc functions

she’d be back in t.o if her godparents hadn’t advised against it since it was still rly overwhelming for him and his three kids ( two of whom wouldn’t rly know him either ) coming back prob wouldn’t help ??

still has nightmares from the accident, the girl’s scarred for life and is thankful that the twins were too young to remember

sees a psychiatrist at the behest of her godmother bc she rly can’t cope by herself in all of this but she doesn’t like to burden others with her problems ( doesn’t like people knowing much about her regardless but )

now to her personality and extra facts ig ??? this has gotten so out of hand already, sTOP ME

the most stubborn chick alive, will never admit she’s wrong unless you weasel it out of her with some heavy guilt-tripping

she used to be a fucking NIGHTMARE to most people before everything went awry, still can be but it’s more or less an act with a little bit of it also being herself

a true instagram addict, which makes sense bc she can be p vain at times

rather intuitive tbh

can be insightful as well

feigns annoyance and boredom with people/their antics

some weird ass detachment method on her part that she didn’t shake, but question her on it and she’ll shut it tf down

but is still genuinely, easily irritated all the same ?? not even i understand this chick

curses like a sailor is she isn’t too curt in her responses

has a problem with trusting others, feels like she can only truly rely on herself so if you break through that barrier then congrats ig

she won’t make it obvious though, she’s a sociable being and will actually take to you if you pique her interest with free booze or a wild story

just don’t expect her to surrender much of her life story, but she’ll also get a bit offended if you don’t offer a bit of your own ??

the most annoying internalizer of emotions ever if you’re actually friends with her, 110% will not confide in you if you’re not one of four or five people in her life

also fears loss more than anything, so she isn’t close to many people for BOTH the trusting aspect, as well as wanting to spare herself the pain of watching more loved ones die or leave

but if you’re one of the v select few people she’s let in completely, she’ll never let you go. she’s the definition of loyal and will legit die for you

so so devoted to her little brother and sister, like she loves them more than anything and does everything so that they can succeed when they’re older

all of the sports acceptable for kindergarteners, music lessons, ballet, you name it, she’s got them registered

puts them before herself all the fucking time, her mom wouldn’t be impressed with her putting herself last as opposed to finding equilibrium

anyways, point is, you’ll never see her be more affectionate and joyful than with her family, godparents included

her being good with other kids though ?? she’s been working on it and she’s coming around

still can’t stand screaming brats though lmao

will be super polite to even her enemy’s parents mostly bc fuck that person.. unless their parents aren’t pleasant people either, then she’ll be unpleasant right back lmao

trust me when i say that she has a heart of gold and will do what’s morally right, is so so soft but will forever be in denial like i cannOT STRESS ENOUGH

defensive pessimism at its finest

fluent in french and korean

memes are lowkey the way to her heart

well, memes and food ofc

such a poutine hoe™

sci fi junkie

here for aesthetically pleasing everything

her place is almost never in disorder, oddly enough

quite the party girl, though not the same as when she was a frosh, is able to control herself when there aren’t too many stressors plaguing her

queer af, doesn’t know what her sexuality is but she knows she isn’t straight ( but for all intents and purposes, she’s pansexual )

she just needs someone else to take care of her honestly, she still doesn’t know what she’s doing with herself lmao

trying her best™ to be better in general but change doesn’t happen overnight so she’s not rushing into it, aka she’s still comfortable with being a bit of an asshole for as long as possible

you sometimes won’t know who she is from one day to the next, kind of the personification of a wild ride

so that’s kiran, if you’d like to plot just hmu or like this and i’ll come to you !! i’ll link some possible connections later bc my laptop’s about to die and i can’t find the charger anywhere ? @my mom, pls stop moving my stuff, it’s giving me more heart palpitations than my econ final last month

[centralcitysfinest-rp]

Welcome to Central City, Eris! We’re glad to have you as our Damian Wayne! Please make your account with 24 hours and send it in! After you’ve made your account, please follow the main and check the members checklist.Enjoy your time here in Central!

name/alias: Eris

age & timezone: 25 EST (ohio, USA)

activity (not just a number, but a good description as well): Whenever I can I check the dash daily and I respond when my muses want to cooperate.

rp experience (previous blogs, duration of rp): Years it’s been a long time for sure.

ic info:

character name/codename: Damian Wayne (Robin)

character age: 19

faceclaim: Rob Raco

species(human, alien, meta)/status (villain, civilian, hero): Human Hero

occupation: Student (Double majoring in: Art and Veterinary Practices)

Biography (min. 2 paragraphs)

Past: Damian was born to Talia A-ghul and raised as she was raised. He was sent through rigorous training to become one of the top assassins at a young age. His skill grew with his age and around the age of 10 he wanted to meet his father Bruce Wayne (Batman). Damian had come to stay with Bruce for a short time before returning to his mother. Where she had taken him for more training in the Australian outback. After some time Damian found himself living with the family under Alferd’s care during this time he became Robin. Growing close with Dick he turned his back on his mother causing her to mark him for death. Managing to dodge the shadows for a while Damian would eventually come to his death. His death was kept a secret and later one he was resurrected through a process with the metagene bringing him back as a metahuman. Damian would soon burn out his powers and still go through his crime fighting activities without powers.

Present: Damian moved to Star city to attend the local university and to secretly be closer with his family. Though he wouldn’t openly admit such a thing. With his love of animals and skill of art he decided to attempt a double major. Having a high IQ is making most of his classes easy. However, the art classes are proving to be a bit challenging. Damian is still occasionally dawning his crime fighting skills and is keeping up with his training.

positive traits: Adaptive, Astute, Committed, Passionate

negative traits: Stoic, temperamental, insincere

para sample:

Damian sat quietly sketching carefully trying his best to ignore that chatter of a so-called friend in his ear. He was listening though very intently even though he didn’t look like he was. His pencil paused when the girl mentioned something for clarification.  Luckily it was for her fashion design project and as he looked over what he wanted to say was wow I really like the asymmetrical feel of the dress and the colors work well together why don’t you try a soft blue hem line to see if it really comes together. Unfortunately, he never really says what he feels so what came out was, “Sure.” Damian mentioned it in short just eying the soft blue pencil not far from her hand. However, she just kept yapping away about some guy she was trying to date from their 10 am oil painting class. His annoyance peeked so he just turned right back to his sketching. She continued to talk and when she finally stopped staring at him expectantly he looked over. If you like him just asking him out already instead of talking to me about it I mean come on he is an asshole but have you seen my brothers? Stupid question.. You haven’t.. But, really just ask him out already I’m not doing it for you god. Why are you attracted to that hipster guy anyway?  He looked at her green eyes his face twisting a bit before he noticed her handing him her sketch book. Sighing with the roll of his eyes he took it noticing that she hadn’t moved on but had a few small notes next to the drawing.

Damian just reached over and grabbed the pencil and added what he thought needed to be added before handing it back to the girl. Who just slowly smiled throwing her arms around Damian and kissing his cheek. “Tch.. Get off.” He gritted out before sighing and just letting her hug him for a minute or too. He didn’t want to hurt her and it was just a hug anyway. Though, it was overly annoying he did secretly like her company. Not many people stuck around him and he wondered why she did.  He wasn’t complaining it was actually.. Kind of nice? He was unsure about that one but he wasn’t going to question it. She then asked him what he though she should do about the guy which prompted a hard eye roll and a groan.  “Go for it.” Damian said it short his annoyance highly placed in his words but was ignored by her fit of giggling and rushing to gather her things. Damian threw up a hand looking at her as she ignored his look going for the door thanking him for his help. Did he help though? He felt like he sent her to her own death.. Art students were a different breed he’d rather deal with some villain and crime fighting than help someone through their love life. Why were people asking him for help anyway it wasn’t like he had a love life of his own.

He stayed in the studio for a couple of hours only for his friend to come back with some food looking rather upset about something. Damian felt himself cringe inwardly as she flopped down next to him and wrapped herself around his middle giving out a sob. He felt his spine go ridged as he continued to try and finish his sketch that was due by 2 pm the next day. Where was Barbara when he needed her? Maybe, he should have watched her more carefully when she dealt with other people and their emotions. Pushing his annoyance down he listened to her carefully noting the fact the guy he thought was an asshole. Really was an asshole. What a shock! I was right O.M.G~  Poking her head with his pencil Damian waited until she got the hint watching her unwrap herself from his person. He watched her eat silently before eyeing the guy of her liking in the hallway gesturing towards them and talking a bit followed by laughing. Damian could have sworn he felt a vein pop in his forehead setting his pencil down calmly. He stood walking out into the hallway stopping just inside the frame he crossed his arms listening to the guys jeers. He weighed his options carefully. He could wait and take him out in the open or he could give the guy a warning here. Either way he would most likely get into trouble for it wasn’t like they really did anything about harassment in the school.

Once he was noticed the laughing died down with his temple against the frame he studied the other man. He was taller, lanky, with not a lot of muscle build. His mustache was obnoxious with how it curled on the ends and his fedora… Damian was really tried of fedoras. Almost every guy in the art wing owned one.. Well the punk and goth guys weren’t so bad they didn’t wear them all the time. “I don’t like you.”  That is an understatement I really, really, fucking hate you and if I could kill you I would but, I can’t. You see I can’t use my assassin training and just poison you either. Someone in the family would catch wind of it, and I don’t have too good of a reason to kill you in the first place. Damian admitted as everything went as quiet as a pin drop. “You think you are funny, and too good for others.” Really, annoying I know some people like that and again I can’t do anything about it either. How annoying is that? The only thing I can do is beat some bad guys almost to death and send them to the hospital to manage my shit. Really, annoying. Did I mention that that is really, annoying? He picked up a pencil he spotted on the ground arching a brow as he looked it over before peeking up at him. “But, you are not… you are gay aren’t you? I mean you have girls throwing themselves at you all the time. You deflect them and make fun of them so they cry and eventually forget about you. “ A soft murmur of voice followed his explanation causing the guy to look uncomfortable. Opps. Oh no, I was right I was really hoping I wasn’t right. I was really hoping I wasn’t right and he would try and punch me and give me a reason to hit him. That is all I wanted was to punch the guy in the face.  The sarcasm in his own head hurt at this point. Scratching his nail through his brow he gave a nod and an annoyed sigh walking back into the studio he was in and shutting the door behind him. Damian didn’t bother looking back at the guy with his peers/following now questioning him. He did catch the soft thank you and smile from the girl though which made his lips twitch a bit towards a smile before soothing down into the stoic expression he wore. He still had to finish his assignment. Maybe this time he can get it done in peace.