Yoooooooooooooo I'm bored O/O open

So like
A romance or something
Preferably gay
yay

_{Hellooo, I heard gay}

Tfw when you're too late lmao

ITS MY BOI/GIRL/WHATEVER QXUEEN
hi
I'll make a template real fast

mood, sorry frost

Nah it's fine oof

Lol, I'm fine with either one and oof indeed

Name: Bridge Vinny
Age: Like 17 for this rp
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Species: Half-human, half-lunar witch
Powers: Can manipulate emotions and turn them into a physical force, which he then projects at his enemies. They absorb the blast, which usually gives them a scratch or two and they feel said emotion that Bridge projects.
Personality: Very small, adorable, charming, cute, etc. Seems completely innocent, pure, and kind of lost. A little shy, anxious, and nervous but can get charming and bubbly when you get to know him. Also kinda scary when he uses his powers.
History: Is an orphan, his mother was accused of witchcraft for birthing such a defect (see his appearance) and his father disowned him.
Other Info: Is sort of seen as a freak to some.
Likes: Dust, small spaces, wood, parchment…the young boy woodsy aesthetic
Dislikes: Technology, loud crowds, noises, lights, etc.
Appearance: Very small, with pure white hair, golden eyes, and small, pitch-black freckles running along his entire body. A little gay bean.
Outfit: Usually just a white hoodie with black jeans…think Candor clothing but more casual

So like, the characters will have powers but they don't use them unless absolutely necessary. They live in a world where powers and magic exist, but are rarely seen.

(sorry just copy and paste the template I guess)

(ajfkalfajjfad I love him, I just want to hug him forever)

(all of my male characters are beans and then my female characters are like warrior medics covered in gold but yeah it's bridge)

(you good Qxeen)

(Yea, sorry about that. Life hates me at the moment)

(nah, it's ok. Do you want to just copy and paste the template that I had?)

(May I Stalk?)

(Yea, I'll get it up soon)

(ok no pressure)

Name: Maximus "Max" Nathan Kallos
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pan
Species: Elemental
Powers: Pyrokinesis
Personality: At first sight, Maximus seems like the type to not care about anything, disinterested towards all around him and concerned with only his own matters, however, upon getting to know him more, often people find him to be softer than they expected. Distant at first, he grows warmer as people get to know him, his cautious side slowly letting down his guard to allow others in past his walls. Upon getting to know him, he is caring and loyal towards his friends, willing to rush to their defense if they need his help. On the battlefield, he is able to keep a calm and cool mind to address things logically and rationally, however, when he loses his cool and gets angry, he will go into a rage and become more impulsive, relying on the battle instincts he has gathered over the years.
History: You'll see
Other Info: I'm bad at making characters
Likes: His friends, listening to music, reading, fighting
Dislikes: Crowds, mean people
Appearance:
Height: 5'11
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Light Blonde
General Features: With light blonde hair separated down the side, some of the strands are close to clouding his vision, but he doesn’t seem to mind it much. If someone was to look closely though, they would see the soft undertones of ash brown, his original hair color, tucked under the dyed lighter blonde. Max dyes his hair regularly to maintain his hair color as well. Although his eye color is a typical dark brown, they seem to brighten under the lighting. Sharp features make up most of his face, paired with an expression that normally spoke of disinterest whilst being observant. He has a muscular build, trained up from his years of martial arts and helping around with manual labor to support his mother and himself. There are scars scattered across his body from a range of different experiences of working, in particular, a burn scar mark on his left arm that came from his younger self when he tried to cook for his mother. He usually tries to hide this with long sleeved shirts. Max also has ear piercings on both his earlobes and the tattoos in the pic, except the ones on the fingers and outer palm.
(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/427615350125887499/461946295897292800/f0835904f3818c7a4021e759e11f41b6.jpg)
Outfit: Max prefers to wear loose non-constricting clothing, but tight enough that it does not flap around and destroy his concentration when fighting. This helps him to hide his figure but also gives him the freedom of movement. Due to his bad eyesight, he is normally spotted in his glasses, although he carries around spare contacts, as he worries the glasses could fall off or get in the way.

(Is he okay?)

(Yeah! Sorry, my power went out.)

(Its fine)

(Okay, ill type up a starter)

(Thanks!)

Bridge walked along the bridge that connected the two waterways of the city, stopping in the middle and peering cautiously over the edge - he thought he had seen a golden glimmer of emotion down there although he couldn’t be sure.
(Terrible start I know)

Max hummed along to the song that was playing under his breath, speed-walking to the cafe he worked at and he needed to get there quickly. He couldn't afford to be late, since he had a interview right after in a store next to the cafe. The only reason he was willing to work two jobs was the fact that he was going to be broke and on the streets if he didn't, the landlord was up his ass about money and none of his friends were being helpful.

Bridge gave up searching for it, instead turning around and walking the other way, in the direction of a cafe he liked to lay around. He mostly hung around the back or in the corner, never up front or on the stage. That alone would be his plan for the night - just like so many other nights.

Max finally walked into the cafe, heading into the Employee's Only room to get changed before his shift started. There was an open mic tonight, meaning anyone could come up onto the small stage they had and sing, dance, talk, etc. and have fun. He quietly slipped on his apron, which ruffled up his hair a bit, before walking out and standing in front of a register, waiting for someone to come up.

Bridge walked in, cringing at the bell that rang. Preferring not to be noticed too much, he picked up a chair, struggled a little since he was so tiny, and made it to the corner of the cafe with it. He wasn't going to buy anything - not enough money - but he could at least enjoy the music.

Max smiled brightly at the person that came over to the register and ordered, trying his best to seem nice and friendly. "Can I get a name?" He asked, quickly scribbling down the person's name before turning around to make their drink.

Bridge looked up at the noise. A cafe worker was taking someone's order at the desk - the rest of the cafe was deserted for now. Sure it would pick up in a couple minutes, Bridge tilted his head at the guy as he worked. He was pretty, he guessed.

Max quickly made the person's drink and handed them the drink while taking the money, still smiling brightly as the person turned around and left. He glanced to his right side, smiling a bit at his friend.