A fever you can’t sweat out//one on one (closed)

In a world of new tech, how will something unable to change survive?

Basically I had the idea that in a futuristic world, a guy goes to war in an “undeveloped country” and comes back to find his whole world turned upside down with new tech. He has issues coping, especially after finding he’s more or less come back to find everything he once knew was gone, and he finds someone willing to help him learn to live in a new world.

Rules: I’d like to do this with someone I haven’t rp-ed with before or haven’t rp-ed with in like forever, and it’d be great if you’re good with lots of angst/LGBT/probably mature stuff. The more experience, the better :v

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Could I?

Sure dude

Yay

Who's who?

I’d prefer to be the guy who’s just coming back to his old home

Okay, gay?

Yep

Is your character a top or bottom?

Switch with a preference for bottom

Okay

Should I get my character up first so u can have a better idea of who to pair with him?

Yes please

K gimme a few

Name: Jackson “Mach” Reid
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi with a preference for guys
Type: Prefers stronger guys who know how to make him feel safe and are able to take control from him when he needs to calm down. Bonus points if they’re taller than him (he likes being cuddled)
Looks: Relatively tall (about 6’), tanned skin from being overseas, rather rough and rugged features, stubble on his chin and jawline, dark bags under his eyes, short dark brown hair that’s shaved on the sides and swept up a bit, well-muscled and more on the stocky side, two small scars through his left brow and a short one trailing from the corner of his right eye, patches of burn scars on his right side, two bullet scars in his left thigh and one in his left shoulder, orange eyes that look almost like they’re burning (they’re cybernetic), cybernetic right arm with an army “tattoo” painted onto the shoulder (looks more or less like the winter soldier’s arm)
Outfit: Grey camo cargo pants, usually a darker colored old band T-shirt, dark grey oversized hoodie with a dull red angel wing design, dog tags, combat boots, a bunch of bracelets
Personality: A little on the shy side, almost always tired, cynical, sarcastic, not good with loud crowds or people staring at him, almost eternally self-conscious and probably depressed, scared of loud noises (PTSD fun), not afraid to beat the shit out of someone just for pissing him off, almost always suspicious and angry due to the world he was forced to live in
Backstory: After joining the army, he was sent overseas, where he stayed for nearly 4 years as a sniper. However, his team was ambushed on a routine scouting mission, with all but three of the 13 being killed. Those left alive were captured and tortured, where they nearly killed Jackson and the other captives before they were rescued. His eyes and arm were ruined while he was being tortured, and since he was unable to shoot he was sent home to recover, but since his body is having issues with the “upgrades” he was required to get the army is about to completely drop him
Other: Hates small spaces and not being able to get up and move, has nightmares constantly, likes to get up in the middle of the night to pace around, recently picked up the guitar and is a natural at it, has a lovely singing voice but doesn’t like to sing around others, more used to people calling him by his last name or nickname than his first name

(Sorry it took forever, my phone fucked up right before I finished)

(May I stalk? Also, I thought of p!atd when I saw the title)

(Sure, and yeah that was where I got it lmao)

(Yayy, thanks!)

(Np dude)

(bump)

(Will do it when I get home)

(aight)

(Form might not be as long as your fyi)

(It’s all good, I went a lil overboard on mine lmao. Just as long as you don’t leave stuff as just develop or smth I’m good)

Name: Noah Brighton
Age: Teenty-four
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Type: Noah prefers more submissive men. He likes having dominance over his partners, but only when it is given to him.
Looks: Noah has shoulder length, ash brown hair, that he usually keeps in a bun. He only let's ut down on weekends, or when he's at home. Rarely does he go out without his hair tied back. He's tall, over 6'2. He has a strong build, a few hours a day in his home gym. He has a sharp jaw and cheekbones. He has a piercing above his right eyebrow. His skin is clear of anything except a few scars from his clumsy childhood.
Outfit: Noah wears slacks and a nice button up when he's at work. Jeans when he's out with friends. And when he's home, it depends on his mood on what he wears.
Personality: Noah is a hard worker, comes with owning your own company. He's always on top of his work and he rarely ever gets behind. He's easy going and relaxed whenever he hangs out with friends on the weekends. Though that only happens a couple times a month. He's normally too busy with work. Behind the scenes, the side no one sees, is a dominate man. He likes to have control over his intimate partners, but only if they give him permission over them. He's caring and loving.
Backstory: Noah didn't grow up with riches. He was rather poor and there were days that he went hungry. After his parents died to an illness because they couldn't afford to go to the hospital, he started an organization to help the less fortunate. It continued to grow and from there he branched out, getting involved in different products. He soon rose to riches. While he lived in a nice house, probably bigger than he needed, and had nice cars and a maid, he donated just about all of the rest of his money.
Other: Noah needs glasses to read, though he normally has in contacts. He doesn't drink alcohol anymore since a friend of his died while driving while drunk.

(Dude I love his character so much)

(Thank you)

(Are you good for me to write a starter? Cause I was thinking maybe your guy finds Jackson after he got kicked out of his apartment or smth and tries to help him)

(Sure)

To put it lightly, Jackson was not having a good day. It had started fine, with his nice coffee from his non-talking coffee machine, which he had asked for after the one in the apartment before had scared the shit out of him by asking him first thing in the morning what coffee he wanted, to which he responded by instinctively backhanding the machine across the room with his prosthetic arm. It had proceeded with a walk outside, something he did routinely in the mornings. But when he came back to three men defacing his apartment after seemingly having been let in, everything went downhill from there. Three incredibly injured vandals later, he was being kicked out on his ass to the curb, the landlord shouting things like "no-good hunk of trash," "fucked in the head," and other colorful insults while he threw things at the fuming man sitting on the curb after being bodily thrown out by apartment security. And ten minutes later, he found himself, sitting on a bench with a box of his only possessions in his arms as he fumed