ayy yo a frankenstein rp for the repressed childhood trauma points (Orion, back again. Again. Again again.)

(Alright hehe, I’m cool with that)

(Lol okay. I'll post Vic and creach in a sec lol.)

Name: Victor Frankenstein
Age: 25~
Gender/Pronouns: Cis man, he/him
Orientation: A little bit of a sex repulsed asexual, but we stan you for it queen! Was really gay with a lot of internalized homophobia for Henry. So… demiromantic gay while we’re at it. Thinks himself incapable of “real” love.
Appearance: skinny, scrawny, and greasy. He’s a greasy lil twink. Makes it his goal in life to never wash, and you can smell it too. Because of a lack of consistent sleep he has eye bags that could fit Canada inside them, with a little room for Illinois to spare. He’s short, and has brown hair and stubble because while he can’t grow a beard to save his life he can ABSOLUTELY not shave for up to two weeks when he wants to.
Personality: Ummmm,,,, well let’s examine the original book. So firstly, we see Victor is intelligent, relatively focused, and driven towards his goals like no other. This we are totally ignoring as I think Victor is very stupid and doesn’t deserve happiness unless I’m imaginary-dating him. So anyways, my Victor is selfish, obsessed, and a huge coward as well as really arrogant, but still pretty smart as long as it doesn’t get in the way of his ego. He has a low bullshit tolerance so watch out for that, but otherwise can be fairly nice to get along with. He paces and talks with his hands a lot.
Backstory: if u know u know
Skills: Science shit and causing problems are his skills.
Goals: Ummmm mostly just to have his ego stroked.
Other: Thinks of the creature as helpless and useless without him. Did confess his feelings to Henry and got rejected somewhere along the lines of the original book.

Name: N/A but he is a critter.
Age: Like,,, if two year olds could be adults- okay lol basically in years he’s young but in actually like appearance and maturity he’s about 19-20
Gender/Pronouns: Doesn’t know what gender is and thinks it’s a breakfast food. Goes by he/him.
Orientation: Uh,,, doesn’t really care? Nobody’s really shown love of any kind to him so he can’t’s understand’s affection regardless and sees approval and tolerance from Victor as actual love.
Appearance: Damn girl u ugly but seriously he’s like a ragdoll with his proportions and it’s a feat that he’s able to stand up at all. Because of back pain due to having not one, but two spines sewn together he slouches a lot, which Victor hates. He has long black hair that falls to his waist when he’s slouching and grey-yellow heterochromia. His skin is a patchwork, with different shades of pale yellow and grey covering his body. His arms are a bit too long and his legs also a bit too long, which adds to the height thing.
Personality: Quiet, with good manners and a gentle disposition. Will listen to anything Victor says and refuses to stand up for himself at all. Often draws himself back away from groups even if he’s the one talking, and never makes eye contact.
Backstory: basically lived with Victor in an apartment his whole life never seeing the sun until they meet Walton.
Skills: Loves poetry and writing it, and killer at embroidery due to examining his own stitches and applying that to embroidery. Secretly a Disney Princess as he can attract all animals except dogs and make friends with them. Doesn’t like dogs and dogs don’t like him.
Goals: to appease Victor
Other: Worries about Victor constantly.

(ughhh i live for the way you fill out character sheets aha. i love them. bbys)

(Aww, thanks!)

Name: Robert Walton
Age: uhhhhhhh mid 20s? I honestly didn’t think about in the other rp-
Gender/Pronouns: male, he/him
Orientation: bi King, let’s be real here, but can’t decide if he’s polyamorous or just afraid of commitment
Appearance: hehe tol man, 5’11? A soft but slender frame, long limbs but also broad shoulders, as well as a Roman nose shape. His skin is quite tan from all his time spent outside, and his face, shoulders and arms are splashed with freckles. His top lip is fuller than the bottom lip, and he has a prominent chin. With his colorful hazel eyes and his thick, expressive eyebrows, it’s very easy to tell what he’s thinking or feeling. He has the fluffy, reddish-brown hair we all know and love, which he usually keeps in a ponytail at the nape of his neck. Can’t decide whether to let his hair grow out or not. He usually wears a loose shirt tucked into a pair of trousers, with a waistcoat and coat. These are generally a range of blues, greens, and browns.
Personality: Robert is basically the resident therapist, the hyperactive class clown, and your big brother all wrapped into one. He has a lot of big feelings, and he’s not afraid to share them (most of the time). He lovessss connecting with others and is very extroverted, though sometimes it’s to the point where it can get a little annoying. Usually his problem is in his volume and speed; people have either told him he’s too loud or too quiet, or that he talks too fast. He lovessss hugging and physical touch is his guaranteed love language. At the same time, he values his independence and likes to travel, and even when sitting or standing you’ll find him moving or fidgeting in some way. Robert is either extremely stubborn or extremely impulsive (“NO!” or ”yes-“), in a very chaotic friend kinda way. This can make him difficult for others to handle, because sometimes he’ll switch between the two in the middle of deciding something (“NO!…. WAIT, YES-“). Additionally, his need for independence makes it hard for him to accept others’ help or advice. Added with the stubbornness and impulsivity, he’s kinda… kinda a mess-
Backstory: Robert currently lives with his sister and her family. As a teenager he had an apprenticeship under his uncle, and after a few years became a sea captain. His main job is to transport goods and equipment to other locations, but he often used his profession to travel, explore, and enjoy himself. He’s usually away from home for weeks or months at a time.
Skills: navigating the high seas, has some experience exploring on land but less so than sea, listening to others, generally has some solid emotional intelligence
Goals: ”to travel the world!” independence, to make his family proud (which are going to conflict ooo)
Other: I think it’s safe to say this man has claustrophobia and ADHD

Husband material if I ever saw it! Do you want to start or should I?

(Eeeeee ty ty I love him v much. Uhh you can start ^^)

Okay, give me a minute I've got another shitty RP going on rn that I need to set up.

(Sure sure, i wanna reply to the other rp anyway. And no calling our writing and rps the s-word in this house ):<)

(Well your writing is good at least.)

(But yours is toooooo plssssss your writing is so wonderful-)

(No u.)

(No u ):<)

(NO U.)

(NO U ):<)

(NO U TIMES INFINITY. SO THERE.)

(Can we just say both of our writing is bad then? Be bad writers together?)

(Excuse me! Queen. Don't say your writing is bad! I love how you make words work for the plot and you just write some great shit!)

(Well then I’m not gonna let you self deprecate either! ):< you are very adept at the written word friend, and your ideas are so captivating and cool I honestly envy that-)

(Aww, well I'll accept that I guess. Luvs you!)

Victor and his creation crept through the moonlit docks, looking to find a ship they could stow away on, just for a while. The two had been found out, and Victor had been heralded as crazy by everyone within a thirty mile radius so ultimately they had to get the heck out of dodge. His monster was no better, given the whole "being shot by terrified villagers" thing. He limped after Victor, who was walking at an inhumanly fast pace and making it very difficult to keep up without screaming in agony. But Victor was not one to consider the needs of a useless monster, so he reasoned, and thus the creature followed as best he could.

Victor found an empty ship, and had the creature hoist him up so he could lower the plank that was used to enter the ship. Then he let the creature walk up, wordlessly slipping through to the lower decks and tugging the creature along when he got too slow.

(theyre sneaking into roberts ship btw)

(I figured as much)

(Awww ye <333)
The empty ship wasn’t exactly empty. Captain Robert Walton sat in his candlelit cabin, composing a letter to his sister. Simply filling her in on the journey so far, how they had arrived in Geneva but had to wait till morning to receive word if they were good to leave.
As he was about to punctuate the end of a sentence, he caught the faint sound of a wooden thud. Robert was just starting to feel tired, but the sound made him curious. Making a small, inquiring noise, he set his quill pen down and got up from his seat. The thud could’ve been his imagination, but what was the harm in investigating? He opened the door to his cabin and stepped out into the hallway.

Victor froze, then drew a gun in a flash of movement so quick you could barely see it. "Who are you and why are you here? I assumed everyone was down at the inn, I swear…" the creature flinched when he pointed the gun at Robert.

"Victor, I'm sure he means no harm." the soft voice of the creature spoke, meek and unable to meet either man's eyes. Victor gave a harsh growl.

"We can't trust him not to hurt us. I'm merely taking safety precautions, for your sake. Not like you deserve it, with your lack of wit or charm to convince me of your worthiness." he said, looking back to Robert. "Name, intentions, and rank on the ship." he said coolly, hiding the fear in every part of himself but his eyes and shaking hands.

Robert also froze at the sight of the strange men and the gun. At least it made him feel more awake. His eyes widened and his brow rose up into his forehead.
“Woah, woah, easy,” he said. He didn’t feel afraid, not yet. “I should be asking you the same thing. Why have you come aboard my ship? Why would I have a reason to harm you?”
The man with the gun was so… tiny, Robert couldn’t really feel threatened by him, even if he was armed. The other was a giant, but he caught the softness in his voice. And if he looked closely, he saw blood dripping onto the floor. The man was injured.
“My good men, please,” he said, concern coming into his expression now. “Lower your weapon. If you are criminals, you can just say so. I won’t blabber, but I cannot offer you shelter if you are.”

"The only crime I ever committed was knowing too much. The world wasn't ready for my ideas." Victor said, still holding up the gun, hands shaking further. He really was a small man, smaller than Robert, with flitting eyes that couldn't meet the man's face. The gun wasn't even loaded, but then again, how would Robert know that? "And his only crime was… well, existing in such a manner that one can't help but look away in terror. We are not criminals, but I am prepared to become one if it means keeping myself alive. My knowledge is too important to lose."

Now Robert was confused, and you could tell by the way he frowned and his eyebrows twisted up. He cautiously reached out and lowered the small man’s shaking hand.
“Ah… alright… “ he murmured uncertainly. “Since you haven’t broken the law, at least, you can take refuge here. Let me show you where you can stay, and we’ll do introductions later. You, sir,” he gestured to the giant. “You are hurt. Can you tell me where?”
He began leading them further down the hall, motioning for them to follow. In all honesty, he wasn’t sure if this was the wisest decision, but these men clearly needed help. What else could Robert have done?

The creature mumbled something, but Victor shut those words down. “I was a medical student at Ingolstadt. I can treat it.” he said, dropping the empty gun and turning away, pale face flushed with embarrassment. “Unfortunately I can’t quite trust your level of expertise on matters like this.” he said, now detached and aloof.

The creature shook his head behind Victor, looking down at his feet. This person, this… captain, perhaps, seemed quite gentle. Perhaps Victor had misjudged him, but Victor never misjudged anything really.