dream a little dream of me ~ 3/3 // closed

A note—everyone participating in this will be expected to have two characters each, meaning that everyone will be part of two different ships. Six characters, three ships.

In an alternate dimension, everything is exactly the same to ours, save for one thing—the dead, now mere impressions of the past, visit our dreams. Whether you know who the phantoms used to be or not, multiple will visit your dreams and nightmares nightly, rarely the same as the last time you slept. Some have a strong dream-sense, while others have a weaker one. Depending on the strength of the sense, the dearly departed visitors will impact you more substantially each night. If your dream-sense is strong enough, you might even wake up with real wounds that mirror the ones inflicted on you in your sleep…… or you might never wake up at all.

In order to keep the transition from the waking world to the land of dreams clean and undisturbed, there is a very strict curfew in each city and town across the world. Anyone caught outside their house from 8:00pm to 6:30am will be punished with immediate imprisonment.

Our characters, all 18 years of age, meet on a brisk November day when a girl falls asleep in one of their classes…. and wakes up with her throat slit. This girl has a connection to each of our characters, whether through friendship or blood relation, but none of our characters actually know each other. The girl's last words are to our characters…. before the loss of blood kills her.

Our characters come together to mourn her death, and over time, deeper bonds form. When the dead girl, Violeta, begins visiting each of their dreams in turn, warning them of a rift between the world of the living and the dead, our characters are distraught beyond belief….

Rules:

• ask before joining!
• if I don't know you, I will ask you to show me an example of your writing. I have the right to deny you entrance, please do not be offended if I do
• be nice! If I see you insulting anyone else outside of roleplaying, you're out, no second chances
• three sentences minimum, please
• LGBT+ is totally allowed! We'll discuss and plan what genders our characters should be so that the shipping goes smoothly
• I will make a PM for any planning once this has been mad
• Swearing and gore is totally allowed, but smut isn't
• If your character is going through abuse, self harm, depression, or other sensitive topics, please do your best to be accurate
• no magical powers
• I will be in control of Violeta (the girl who dies)
• This will be rped in first-person (I walked outside, the wind blowing my hair back over my shoulders). Please put the name of the character whose perspective you're writing in above whatever you post.

Example:

Violeta

I yawned, rubbing sleepily at my eyes. The day had been so long, and my dreams had been so…… (etc, etc)

Template:

Name:
Age: (18)
Gender:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
General Attire:
Personality:
Backstory: (optional)
Other: (strength of dream-sense, hobbies, talents)

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Yessssss of course!!

Don’t start working on a template yet, though, once one more person joins I’ll make a pm so we can plan ships and what gender each character will be

Hey, may I join?

@Euric, for sure! I’ll make the PM in a mo

@The-Althalosian really? I’m in a few first-person rps, and I just prefer it in general

Thanks! I've never been in a first-person RP before either, but I do tend to write in first-person a lot more than third, so this will be interesting.

Glad you guys think so~

(Ahhh, thanks, A! Hope it’s to your satisfaction~)

(:D)

Name: Violeta Ahmeti
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: Very dark brown hair, thick, wavy, and cut about an inch below her jawline, which is usually up in simple half-up hairdos (the kind with the bun on the top, or the space buns, or sometimes just the two front pieces tied together at the back). Neat bangs that compliment her face, dark eyes, thick but shortish lashes, medium-light skin. Faint acne scars on her lower cheeks near her jawline, slight dimples, a more round-shaped face as opposed to ovular. Curves, more around the hips, a bit overweight and chubby, especially around the thighs, a mole on the right corner of her jawline. 5’6”ish.
General Attire: A more vintage style. Loves black tank tops, especially spaghetti straps that show off her slightly freckled shoulders. Jeans, occasionally slightly distressed, corduroy cardigan-like sweaters, lots of hand woven bracelets on her wrists. She considers pastel colours to be cute, and likes wearing peach-y tones.
Personality: Relatively extroverted, quirky and not afraid to flaunt it, will walk with her head held high and do her best to be proud, even when she’s extremely self-conscious. Feels the need to have a social group, depends on friends and hates being alone, surprisingly fierce. Extremely loyal, will defend her friends until the end, generally motivates everyone. It took a long time, but she eventually learned to love her body and not be ashamed. She still has off days where she absolutely hates the way she looks, but she always makes sure to pick herself back up. Ambitious, can be mischievous, very courageous, loosely, sort-of organized. Can be too quick to anger or take offence, can be overly-sly, gets caught up in the thrill of doing something and doesn’t manage to enjoy it properly before it slips away.
Other: Left-handed, plays the ukulele and used to play viola. A huge music person, never seen without her earphones or at least some band merch in hand. Her dream-sense is abnormally high, which results in fairly frequent cuts that manifest all over her body in the physical world.

Name: Theodore Alden (goes by Theo)
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi/pan
Appearance: Very fluffy, soft brown hair that’s cut short at the sides and left to grow longer at the top. Slightly messy, pretty thick, frequently peppered with the tiny braids his friends enjoy giving him when they’re particularly bored. Sweet, soft features, a sort of oval face-shape, strong jawline, pronounced dimples and an adorable lopsided grin. Large, round, wire-framed glasses that he pushes up and down the bridge of his nose when fidgeting, very faint freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks. Light brown eyes, short lashes, around 5’11” with a build that’s slightly more athletic than the average male figure.
General Attire: Dark-wash jeans and occasionally sweatpants (never wears cargo pants, he hates them with a seething passion), simple short sleeve t-shirts that are either monochrome or merchandise from some kind of musical. Has a white shirt with the bi flag over his heart which he loves to wear.
Personality: A total theatre kid, quirky, a bit of a dork, extroverted, comically overdramatic, likes to joke around. Sings all the time, a complete hopeless romantic, sort of the ‘therapist’ in his friend group. Easily likeable, an ambivert, attracts a large social circle, easygoing and flexible. Responsible, tries his best to stay on track and working hard on his lessons, but loses focus so easily, to the point where it frustrates him immensely. Struggles with a deep-rooted self-doubt that he masks with charisma, false confidence, and well-placed jokes.
Backstory: Has a cute twelve year-old sister named amy (the most wonderful woman in the world). His family struggled a bit financially when he was growing up, but they’re luckily in a good spot now. Cousins with Violeta, openly bi/pan (doesn’t have particular label preference), accepting parents… not much else to say.
Other: His dream-sense is pretty strong, meaning that he’s woken up with cuts and bruises all over his body on multiple occasions. Besides musical theatre, he’s got a passion for songwriting and playing the acoustic guitar.

Name: Arwen Amelia Calloway
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: Dark brown hair in subtle waves (usually kept in a messy bun with a loose strand or two framing her face), cut neatly at the midpoint of her chest, in a middle part and a widow’s peak. Equally dark eyes lined with long lashes, strong cheekbones, slightly rounded facial shape and features. Faint, messily arranged freckles, a mole on the corner of her right jaw, typically chapped or bleeding lips. 5’7”, slim, thin-boned with little to no curves, small hands and feet with fingernails that she frequently chews on.
General Attire: Enjoys wearing white, button-up blouse tops tucked loosely into any form of dark pants and occasionally black skater skirts—this is a girl who likes her clothes. Cropped jackets, cute sandals, black ribbons used to tie back hair, smooth, beaded bracelets and anklets, as well as dangly or hoop earrings are also worn frequently by her.
Personality: An ambivert, teasing, easy-going, and extremely hardworking when it comes to lessons. Overworks and can be way too hard on herself when it comes to marks, a much more cerebral than practical person. Prefers music and the arts over physical activity and sport everyday, although she does enjoy playing tennis. Isn’t afraid of breaking rules but doesn’t really see the point, can be overly-careful in social situations, a total bookworm when she has the time to actually sit down and read, fairly clumsy.
Backstory: An only child, doesn’t remember her biological father, but according to literally everyone, her stepfather is a much better person. Loving parents, relatively normal, happy life…. until her junior year of high school, when she began dating a boy that seemed really sweet at first, but manipulated her so expertly over the course of a year and a half that by the time he first hit her, she thought it was normal, forgivable behaviour. It took some time (and amazing, supportive friends, one of which was Violeta) but she managed to realize the harm that was being done to her and made the admittedly difficult and terrifying choice to cut ties with her boyfriend. Luckily, they went to different colleges.
Other: She’s a fantastic viola player, and is first desk in the orchestra she auditioned for when she moved out of college. Names all her succulents and cacti, fairly weak dream-sense.

Name: Sawyer Karjalainen
Age: 18
Gender: Agender
Sexuality: Demi
Appearance: Short and messy dark hair, brown eyes, no freckles, 5'8", quite muscular but doesn't seem like it, very pale skin.
General Attire: Black eyeliner and eyeshadow because eDgY, black zip-up hoodie, dark solid color shirt, ripped skinny jeans, black slip-ons, like five ear piercings and a lip ring.
Personality: Tends to be more closed off, usually working to get to their goals. Very ambitious. They get annoyed by their own empathy for others. Very sarcastic.
Backstory: Was raised by their mother with their two older cousins as siblings because Sawyer's father, aunt, and uncle died in a car accident three months before their birth. They grew up quite poor, all of the children getting jobs as soon as they could. Sawyer has seen their fair share of their deceased father in dreams. Violeta and Sawyer's families were quite close, and they had been childhood friends. Not the closest of friends, but friends nonetheless. They came out as agender when they were 13, and their family was cool with it. They came out as demi when they were 16.
Other: Their dream sense has gotten better by a lot since they were a kid from all of the visits from their dad, so they have a pretty good dream sense and sometimes wake up with cuts and bruises. They are a great violin player, having self-taught themself on their father's old violin, and playing in the school orchestra all of middle school and half of high school. They are extremely flexible.

Name: Ellam Laisne
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance: Curly light blue hair, blue eyes, tons of freckles on face and shoulders, round face, slightly overweight, has a slight tan, about 6'2 (very large. good hugs 10/10 would recommend)
General Attire: Either a camouflage jacket or a flannel, with a purple, gray, or black t-shirt, jeans, and converse shoes
Personality: Tries to think things through a lot, but when around friends just throws himself in multiple directions without thought sometimes, very loyal to his close friends, but is willing to let them go if they want to be. Very loud about things he's excited about, which is pretty much everything.
Backstory: Grew up in a normal family with an older brother, mother, and father. In middle school and early high school, he was extremely self-conscious about his weight and was really depressed, but after a while with help of his friends he felt much better about himself, he decided he would just own it, so now he's his large, loud, quirky self. He dated Violeta in high school for a few months, but it didn't work out, so they had a conversation and decided they would just be good friends. Came out as pan when he was 11.
Other: Pretty weak dream sense, hasn't had many people visit him in dreams. He has a lock pick kit which he is really good at using (no one knows why. He just does)

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Violeta

The dreams have gotten worse since I came here.

College—-after the awful hellscape that was high school, it was supposed to be paradise. And in some ways, it is. No one gives a crap about how weird you are, everyone is going through a period of transition. People are infinitely less judgemental. Class, however difficult to keep up with, is amazing.

But from the moment I curl up in my new bed… the sunshiny heaven that was college campus melts away into a nocturnal land of nightmares. Ghosts haunt my dreams every night without fail, people who I’ve never met in my life. It’s always been bad, but now…. I wake up with a new mark everyday. A bruise, a cut, a scar. One time, I woke up with my left arm covered in horrible burns. It’s as if something about the campus has amplified my dream-sense (which was already too strong for my own good). Either that, or hundreds of people have died on these grounds.

My mom wants me to go to therapy, but it’s not like we can afford it. Curfew is as strict as always, so it’s not like I can stay up all night. I just have to endure it until someone comes up with a miracle cure..

Love, Violeta

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I sighed, lifting my finger from the mousepad. What’s the point of writing these? It’s not like he’ll ever read them… And there wasn’t a point. It was just a stupid, useless coping mechanism. He would never visit my dreams, because my usual visitors were violent monsters who I’d never heard of in my life. Furthermore, the dead aren’t able to see (or in my case, read) whatever you fell asleep holding. It was idiotic, weak, and hopeless.

Exhaling a breath of frustration, I let my fingers skim the laptop keys, highlighting the letter I had just written. Before I could stop and think, I was forcing my index finger to move forward and press the backspace button.

Click.

Twenty minutes of thoughtful writing deleted.

Before I could cave in and select undo, I slammed the top of the laptop down and tossed it onto my bed. It was nearly four in the afternoon, and I still wasn’t ready for the party. Considering the fact that curfew was at 8:00 on the dot, I wouldn’t have much time to actually have fun before it was time to return to the dorm if I didn’t get off my butt and get moving.

“Are you going to the party?” I called over my shoulder as I reached for my dresser, directing the question to my roommate. “Or do I have to forcefully drag you there?”

Theo

I generally enjoyed andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)’s parties. They had a surprising lack of alcohol (for a college party, that is), a shit ton of delicious baked goods, and every type of pizza I could possibly imagine. But tonight, I wasn’t really looking forward to it. I had a project due too soon for my comfort, a sick roommate, and a nightmarish lack of chocolate croissants at the moment. But alas…. I’d already promised my cousin that I would be there.

After the horror show that had been Violeta’s high school experience, she was determined to have fun. Unfortunately, her definition of ‘fun’ included trying to hook me up with every single hot guy we came across. Not that I was complaining…. her ‘gaydar’, as she called it, was pretty damn strong, and most of the guys were sweet as hell. Normally, it was fun, even if nothing had quite worked out so far. But andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)’s party meant more cute guys. And, strangely, I wasn’t in the mood to be an awkward, blushing mess today.

Heaving a long sigh, I peered at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My hair was a fluffy mess, as usual, but there was no point trying to fix it. I hated gel with a seething passion, so the only option was to comb it a little and hope it didn’t look too ridiculous. As my fashion-smart cousin had advised, I wore a simple, short-sleeved button-down tucked loosely into a pair of dark jeans. Casual, but slightly classy. My ridiculous, dorky glasses remained in place, but all in all… I didn’t look so bad.

“I’m going out!” I called over my shoulder, pushing open the bathroom door and making straight for my coat. My roommate merely groaned and covered his head with a blanket. Ensuring that his medication was on the counter, where he could see it, I slipped a light jacket over my shoulders and stepped into the hallway.

Arwen

“For the last time, Ophelia, I’m not going!”

I stood in the middle of our small kitchenette, arms crossed. “Come on, you know how much I hate parties…”

But my roommate refused to relent. Waving a Nutella-covered spatula at me, she shook her head. “Arwen, I love you, but you need to get out a little. It’s November, for Christ’s sake, and you haven’t been to a single party!”

“I’m not in the mood to navigate past a stampede of wasted college students,” I answered dryly. “I’m not going, end of story.” Leaning forward, I reached for the eggless cookie dough Ophelia was preparing, aiming to scoop a dollop onto my finger, but she slid the bowl away.

“Oh, no.” Narrowing her dark eyes, she shook her head. “Come with me and socialize tonight, and I’ll let you have the cookie dough. Besides, it’s andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)’s party, and his parties never have a lot of alcohol or weed, or whatever.”

I threw my hands into the air. “You can’t just hold the cookie dough hostage!”

“Can too. Do you know what socialization is, Arwen? As in, talking to people other than your viola?”

I huffed, turning away. “Fine. Fine. I’ll go, but only for an hour. And only because you’re keeping Nutella cookie dough away from me.”

“Yessssss…” My roommate pumped her fists. “Awesome. Now, go put something nice on. No more preppy clothes! Wear a skirt that isn’t pleated, for once in your life!”

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