Hey guys I want to rp with my favorite character Crystal! Romance please. I have prompts and such, and please make sure to read over the whole character before posting yours. She's straight btw
Invalid Character -Crystal
Hey, do you mind if I join?
Not at all!
Sweet! Do we have a time period for this? I have a character I might use, he just doesn’t have a page set up yet, lmao
Not really sort of varies rp to rp. But modern would work better with most of my prompts.
Sure thing. Do you mind posting a few of your favorites? I can find a few if you need, as well! I’ll get my character up in a moment (it might take a while, seeing as I’m limited to mobile, though)
Here I've got a template you can use!
Name:
Nickname(s):
Age:
Sexuality:
Looks:
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Hobbies:
Other:
Ah, thank you! I’ll get this filled out ASAP!
Name: Claude Van Buren
Nickname(s): Dutch, Romeo, Kleine Vogel
Age: 20
Sexuality: Bi
Looks: Tall, lightly muscled, and blond. That’s the look Claude rocks. Shoulder length hair, usually pulled back into a bun. Thick brows, cornflower blue eyes. Claude’s sense of style is like a more put-together street fashion, in a way (https://pin.it/ocerndz4upblwn). He takes pride in his looks, for sure.
Personality: Claude’s the ‘Mercutio’ type, if that makes sense. He’ll flirt with anything that walks, talks, and has a pulse. He’s a bit of a crackpot, but he’ll debate for hours on any issue he’s given. Frankly, he can be a bit of an ass, and he’s a little too cocky for comfort, but the boy means well.
Likes: Dogs, savory & spicy food, fruity teas, fashion, debates, and playing cards.
Dislikes: Cats, sweet foods, flowery teas, people who take arguments too seriously (a little hypocritical, bud), people who can’t take jokes, and wasps.
Hobbies: Pressing flowers, oil painting, drinking tea, poker (or any other card game)- note, he’s weirdly good at them. Claude smokes like a chimney.
Other: I settled on a character I already had, ha- here’s his actual page (ignore things that look story-specific): Claude Van Buren
(Crystal is going to annoy the HELL out of him and I'm here for it.)
(Perfect.)
He is SUPER interesting I like him a lot. I think the two will get along well, or like a house on fire. And I'm curious for the outcome. I'll put up some prompts then!
"Your my neighbor and the whole neighborhood got 6 inches of snow, and I caught you building a snowman, so I decided to join you by starting a snowball fight."
"If you set off ONE more firework at 3 AM I will FIGHT YOU."
“We’re roommates, and you walk in on me listening to loud ass music and crying over a broken heart and have no idea what to do since we just met a week ago.”
Person A: “H-How many fucking knives do have in there?!”
Person B: Still pulling knives out of their bag and pockets “I don’t know actually… I have two in my bra and one in my boot as well I think. You know… just in case.”
Person A: “In case of what?!?!!”
(Crystal is B)
Peering up at your flatmate, you tried not to fidget nervously, offering them a small sheepish smile. You were in trouble.
“They …followed me home?” You said hesitantly, the excuse coming off more as a question than a statement.
Staring blankly at you, they sighed loudly, stepping into the flat fully as they nudged the door shut behind them and absently locked it. Taking in the sight of you sitting on the floor with your arms full of kitten sized dragons, they finally just dropped their things and groaned loudly in exasperation.
Blushing, you could only watch as they rubbed at their face tiredly, ignoring the tiny purple dragon currently attempting to climb up to your face, little claws digging into you slightly through your shirt.
“There’s no way I can convince you to take them back to where ever you got them from, is there?” Your flatmate asked you dryly, warily watching as a particularly plump little dragon waddled over to try and play with a loose thread on their pants.
(Crystal would most definitely bring home dragons)
“You’ve ordered 6 jars of peanut butter and 3 pounds of raw meat in the past week are you hiding dogs or are you at a low point in your life I’m concerned.”
(Worried mom friend TM)
A: You’re so stupid.
B: I’m not stupid. I’m pure Evil. I’m the night.
A: A dumb dark dork, that’s what you are. Now get off the counter and put down that blanket.
B: It’s not a blanket, It’s my cape. And I’ll do it, but because I want to, and not because you told me to.
A: Of course, oh great lord of all darkness. Would you like some hot chocolate?
B: With whipped cream?
A: Of course
B: Oh! And Sprinkles too!
A: The Mighty Lord Of Darkness has a sweet tooth, huh? And here I thought someone as evil as you wouldn’t want sprinkles on his whipped cream
B: Shut up
(Crystal is A)
(I really love these! Do you think there’s any way we could do a combo of #3 and the dragon one? Although I do really love the one with peanut butter, I know that’s something Claude would do, lmao-)
(It'd be funnier because Crystal has a pet cat named Taffy whose a tabby cat, and is super mean to everyone except Crystal. But I'm totally fine with combining things!)
(Cool, cool! Which ones do you want to do, personally?)
(Just remembered that Claude actually has a borzoi dog named Orpheus. Sweet thing, but.. that’ll be interesting.)
(oh hmmm…we can do the combining ones because it involves two of my favorite prompts. I've gotta brb but we can get started once I'm back)
(Alright, sweet! I assume the music one comes first. Knowing Claude, he’d probably be the one crying, but it’s up to you!)
(no see Crystal would know exactly what to do so she's gonna be crying because I like to emotionally ruin my characters)
(alright, alright! do you mind writing up the starter?)
(not at all)
(thanks!)
Crystal had gotten a phone call. Normally she got up at 6:30, cooked breakfast for the two,and then went off to go whatever duties she had to we've that day. But that morning the man she thought was the love of her life,left her. At least be had bothered to call. So. Breakfast half cooked,pancake batter left on the counter she stayed in her room the whole day, eating icecream and wondering what to do with herself.
Claude came inside from his smoke break, reeking of cigarettes. Orpheus stalked by his side, the dog’s graceful head swinging from side to side with every step. He stopped in the kitchen, his eyes settling on the half-finished food. I’ll clean those up later. Claude left the kitchen, his large dog sticking by him all the while. “Crystal?” He called out, not really expecting an answer.
Crystal coughed and sprayed air freshener in his general direction,able to smell it from her room. Her cat was curled up on the bed,purring with content until she heard Claude walk in. Her cat dove under the bed while Crystal wrapped herself tighter in blankets. She normally wore makeup, which had run down her face from earlier that morning. Her hair was down and messy,and she hadn't even bothered to get dressed yet.
He sat on the edge of her bed, a look of concern sweeping across his face as he looked Crystal up and down. “Uh- what’s wrong?” His dog sat down with a thud on the ground. “Did something happen..?”
She sniffled a bit. "No dear, I'm alright Claude. I promise." She wiped at her nose with the back of her hand. There was 4 icecream bins lying around her, music was playing really loudly in her room. It was just one song on repeat. Broke by Bear Attack (A fanTASTIC song).Her cat hissed and tried to scratch at the dog. "Taffy quit that." The cat only yowled and scooted back further under the bed." There was also a lot of candy wrappers, and a cup of tea that had gone cold sitting on the bedside table next to her. Crystal prided herself on being healthy, and having fresh vegetables so eating like this was really uncommon for her. She. Was not alright.
“Yeah, no you aren’t.” Claude sighed, standing up. He began to gather the ice cream containers and trash, stacking everything and placing it on Crystal’s bedside table for the time being. He stroked his dog’s head, frowning. “Are you.. listening to the same song? Jesus. Wanna tell me what’s up?”
"…No. I'm a strong independent woman who don't need no man…even when he leaves you heartbroken and alone after promising you the world…" She sniffled a bit and hugged the stuffed animal he had given her. 3 years, down the drain just like that. She wasn't even super hard to handle, he just said he had found better. She suspected he had been cheating on her. She didn't really care though. She took a few shaky breaths.
“..There it is.” Claude wasn’t exactly sure what to do here. “You want my advice? If I were in your shoes, I’d go get wasted and get laid.” Claude’s advice wasn’t usually good for anyone but Claude. Even then, it was still questionable at best. “But you’re not like- alone- you still have your cat.”
