The Shy Mystic (O/O)(closed)

Hi Tiramisu waves

Shoot I have to answer like 11 rps I’m might be gone for a quick bit…

Yeah, sorry

Here’s a template I snagged
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Personality:
Other:
Go 4 it Tirammmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiiissssssuuuuuuuuuu

@TiramisuGrenouille
Wherrrrrrreeee arrrrrrreeee yoooooouuuuu?

OH
Im here loo
I followed without posting
But i’m here

Yay lol, lemme just get my Chase’s template

Name: Chase Goeman
Age: 17(?)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Appearance: https://i.pinimg.com/736x/53/83/ea/5383ea55a7c5ae18efae84ae09621815.jpg
Personality: Shy, nervous basically all the time, introvert, jumpy, stutters a lot, most of his friends are fictional, he cares about a lot of things and his heart is easily broken. He’s been in relationships that were just pranks, yet he is still kinda gullible.
Other: Chase has two different colored eyes (one silvery-blue and one brown) and he’s been diagnosed with mild-synesthesia. He was bullied a lot through childhood (currently being bullied, too) when people found out about his synesthesia and his sexuality

I DUNNO WHAT TO DOOOOOO
I want to use Lee but I also kinda wanna make a new character too

Lee is (supposed to be) ~12, right?

I think you should make a new character and try it out :D

Ish

OKay
I stood there minutes after reading your reply, and it hit me like a crazy thing. An a-ha moment, as some would say, I guess

Name: Tristan Hos
Age: 16 1/2 years
Sexuality: Gay
Gender: Male
Appearance: short, thick Auburn hair; 4’ feet 4” inches tall; Commonly wears a grey polar coat and khaki pants or shorts
Personality: He’s discouraged most of the time, and hasn’t been in any kind of relationship whatsoever. He feels like he can’t come to trust anyone, even his own parents. He finds it hard to have anyone understand him (and vise versa), and thus the only friend he sees himself having is his teddy bear “Graham” that he still can’t sleep without. Because he has such a hard time making friends, he almost never opens up personally to anyone. Tristan also self-doubts too much.

(Is he okay????)

OH MY GOSH I LOVE HIM
Soooooo cute! I love how short he is ^~^

:3 thank u!! …May we get started?

(Yeah sure, do you want to start this one? I can if you don’t want to)

(You're better at starting stuff than I am truthfully
Go ahead)

(It’s a little long…)
Chase walked into the school, Kemp and Jacob following him like vultures.
“Are you excited for your first day at school, hon?” Kemp mocked.
“I’m sure he thinks the mere thought of it tastes wonderful!” Jacob added with taunting cheeriness. Chase kept his head down, and kept walking up the school steps.
“Or maybe,” Kemp paused with a grin that was pure evil, “Little Chase Gay-man wants a boyfriend!”
Chase turned a bright red and mumbled, “It-It’s pronounced go-man.”
Kemp hooked his arm around Chase’s neck, and if anyone else saw it would’ve been a friendly gesture, “What was that, Gay-man?”
“I- I’m Chase Goeman. P-Please stop,” He tried to shrink away, but Jacob came around on his other side.
“P-Please stop” Jacob parroted, “Why, does it sound sour to you?”
Kemp shoved him into a locker with a laugh, and him and Jacob left, “See ya, Gay-man!”
Chase situated his glasses back onto his nose and shamefully walked to his locker.

Another day, He tried to keep his head a bit low. Another year of being teased for height… Although he hadn’t experienced it recently, Tristan was almost sure it was going to happen.
He heard the echoing voice of Kemp and Jacob down the hallway, and he knew what was coming for him. He picked up his pace, and as they were passing by, they mentioned someone named “Chase.” It was clear that they made a living off teasing him.
I don’t undersand…. He moved along, much quicker. Usually they’d take the time to… no… I’m just glad they didn’t do it, but I shouldn’t count my chickens before they hatch.

(Is it okay if I do that kind of thing with Kemp and Jacob?)

(Yeah, they can bully him too but I can control them)
Chase opened up his locker shmefully, most kids avoiding him because of Kemp and Jacob, even though they left. He didn’t expect to have friends anyways this year. He grabbed out his english binder, closing his eyes for a second to recollect himself. He turned to walk to his class but abruptly ran into someone (Tristan).

Tristan stumbled backwards, nearly falling onto his back. Assuming it was just another person who despised and ignored him, he paced past, barely mouthing an apology. That happens way too often… His face flushed, too embarrassed to look back.

“I-I- Sorry,” Chase stuttered, looking away. They don’t even want to be near me because I’m such a freak… Chase tried to ignore that hopeless feeling in his chest at the perceived rejection.

Tristan glanced back. Shit…. I’m gonna be laaaate! He yanked his locker open without thinking and shoved his backpack inside, grabbing all of his stuff in a rush. Noooooo! He slammed his locker shut and frantically ran. I can’t be late!!!!
As much as he hated english, he couldn’t be late— it was the last thing he wanted to worry about, but he had no choice.

Chase scurried to his english class, sitting in the back at the only empty table. A few of the jocks from a different table gave him disgusted looks, and Chase caught on the words ‘freak’ and ‘homo’. Chase focused on the ground, painfully trying to ignore them.

He walked in a few seconds before being considered tardy, and there was nearly nowhere to sit. I always hated the first day…. people still think I should be in middle school…. But there was empty spots around one other guy. That’s the….. person I bumped in the hallway…. He’s probably gonna punch me for not saying an apology….

Chase opened his binder, unaware of the guy who (or is it whom? why is whom even a word anymore…) he bumped into earlier. One of the jocks sniggered at him, and Chase caught the whispers of words like ‘homo’ and ‘freak’ again. Another jock threw a paper ball at his face, which he didn’t react to. Just ignore them, just ignore them, just ignore them…

He sat down next to the guy, pulling his short legs up and sat in the desk with his legs crossed. My as well get this day over with…. He glared at the paper ball that ended up on the floor. Maybe this guy’s just overall having a worse day than I am…

Chase wished he could just turn invisible, and he doubt the guy sitting next to him wanted to be next to him, or maybe he just got sent here on one of Kemp and Jacobs errands to tease and be snarky. Even if the guy was kinda cute. No. I have to stop thinking like that…

Tristan opened up some tiny notebook he had and began doodling and such. I suppose this day is typically a bad one for everyone…. He scrawled and scribbled, being completely distracted. After a few seconds, he managed to make a fierce bear out of it. It hasn’t been five minutes and I already miss you, Graham.

The teacher was rambling about politics (narrows eyes at my AP world teacher lol) when Chase noticed the guy’s bear drawing. “That’s cool…” He mumbled, barely more than silent, then turned red and fixed his eyes to the floor. He probably doesn’t want some freak like me bothering him…