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i am literally open to ANY suggestions, i just wanna find a roleplay partner who's like. willing to tolerate me wanting to roleplay as one of my comfort characters hghh
here he isssss
i just. wanna roleplay as this stressed baby oh my g-
rules: basically just follow andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s rules
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(bump-)
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(another b u m p)
(I've never heard of this character but I'd be fine roleplaying with you if you'd let me?)
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(ahhh that's fine!! but yes, i'm fine with it lol!! have any suggestions or prompts or anything?? cuz i don't have any tbh hghh)
Well, we could both have our respective "comfort characters" meet and have adventures together? I happen to have several, but I'll pick just one for this.
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(that sounds like a great idea!! that's honestly an idea i could get down with, so yeah, i can do that!!)
(Cool! So, I have two characters, one is an immortal asshole who doesn't do his taxes and one is an anxious romantic painter lad who needs a hug. Who sounds like a better match for your character?)
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(i think the anxious romantic painter lad is a perfect match for kamal tbh- something about two anxious lads going on adventures just hghhfjdj works for me)
(Neat! His name is Basil, and he gets murdered! By his evil boyfriend! So that's fun. I'll see if I can find a wiki page for the boy.)
(I cannot find a wiki page so I'll just do a template if that's okaY?)
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(yeah, that's perfectly fine!)
(Cool! I'll pull him up in just a sec!)
Name: Basil Hallward
Age: In his late 20's
Gender: Cis man, he/him
Appearance: Basil has long brown hair tied back in a short ponytail, soulful dark eyes and a greyish-pale pallor. His hair is prematurely greying, and his eyes have the larges bags underneath them you've ever seen. He's constantly covered in paint, from his face to hands to clothes, and he is a very stressed little man.
Personality: A very stressed person. He puts too much emotion into things, and often learns to regret it. He dedicates himself to his work, saving sleep for only when he's finished his projects. He values art above all else.
Skills: Painting, singing, the arts in general.
Other: Idk why I put this here, I don't know what else to say.
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(jdhdskkd he seems so nice even though he's so nErvous-)
(anyhow, now that we've got that cleared, i'll get to work on a starter :D)
(oh and,,, btw,,,, i forgot to ask- how should we have them meet???? i wanna be sure before i get the starter ready)
(Well, they're basically from different time periods, so I would think that they'd be meeting through supernatural means? Other than that I don't know.)
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(yeah that would make sense fjjdske)
(and btw i actually gotta brb, so uh- do you think you could get a starter going? if not, then that's fine, but i'll be gone for a while cuz of school and such so i just wanted to ask hrjjjswk)
(Uh, I don't really have any inspiration so… idk.)
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(ah ok then, that's fine!!)
(i can try and get a starter up then, but i personally haven't written anything dealing with the supernatural let alone fit it into a roleplay so it mighttt take a while before i post the starter hghjfj)
(That's fine!)
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(okay sorry this took so long to get up, and i'm also gonna start a little bit before the first meeting instead of like RIGHT before the meeting so that i can get into the swing o things,,, if that makes any sense rjhvfkbjf)
Kamal was going about his day, having previously left the establishment he had worked at and stayed in for a good while. He was happy, that was the end goal of the establishment, so he left. He sat at a desk in his new home, and sighed, writing something on a sheet of paper that lay in front of him. Suddenly, his phone started buzzing, and he lifted it off the desk beside his paper. It was a text; one from Dr. Habit, the guy he used to work under at the Habitat, the establishment he previously left. He groaned, turned the phone off, placed his phone back down, and continued writing.
Basil was facedown on the floor, slowly bleeding out. The only person in the world that he cared about had stabbed him in the back, literally. He couldn't believe that the work he'd put so much care and love into had been so corrupted. The portrait, it was hideous, and all he could do was stare up at it and wonder where things had gone so wrong. Dorian, immortal, uncaring. Basil, mortal, and caring too much. He'd stop, if he survived this, which he knew he probably wouldn't. He stood up, and reached for the door.
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Kamal's phone buzzed again, and he checked it once more. Another text from Habit. This time he replied to Habit's text, then immediately set his phone down. He ran his hands through his hair and groaned again. "God, he needs to chill. I know I told him I'd help him get better, but texting me every single hour of the day seems to be too much… Then again, I can't blame him. He IS Habit, after all," he said aloud to himself. He went back to writing on the sheet of paper, and once he finished writing, he set the paper aside and placed the sheet with a stack of paperwork, sent to him by Habit himself. It was old stuff he had already done and signed when he had worked under the guy, and he banged his head on the desk. "What does he want me to do, read through every single thing of paperwork I did for him for old time's sake?! Actually… knowing Habit, that probably is what he wants me to do," he added, then banged his head on the desk again.
Basil managed to force the door open, but what he found was a swirling pool of light instead of anywhere he was particularly expecting to go. Still, it wasn't like he had any other options. Maybe this meant he was dead, and was getting into heaven. He certainly felt dead, everything was on fire and hurt and he wasn't particularly fond of this. Basil stepped through… and landed, straight down, on the desk full of papers, proceeding to bleed all over them. "Hello!" he said, feeling dizzy. "Is this heaven? May I talk to God, please?"
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Kamal huffed. It seems that he had been used to entrances like these… for whatever reason. "I- This i- I ju- Agh, I dunno anymore. Maybe–? I dunno, man," he said, stumbling on his words a bit here and there. "For all I know, we could be in some sorta purgatory," he added. He grabbed all of the papers and set them aside, then he just kinda shrugged. "If we are in Heaven, I guess it's good on us; I dunno how your life went, but mine was… hoo boy. If not a vacation elsewhere, Heaven would be a place to get away from the stress." He laughed to himself, then huffed again. He definitely seemed to be a definite chatterbox, from what I could tell. That, or he was trying to, in some way, rationalize the whole situation. "Or maybe you're like, dead or something, and you became a ghost. But that would mean I can see ghosts- DEAR LORD ThAT'S FREAKY NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT–"
"So we're in hell. Explains why I'm still bleeding out. Do you think I could see an evil demon doctor then? I'd like to at least try to stop bleeding." he seemed surprisingly calm about the whole situation, having accepted that he was most likely dead and in hell for crimes of the heart. His vision was going, and he didn't know how much longer he'd be able to stay awake and alert at this point.
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"The only doctor I know of is a weirdly flamboyant dentist, in all honesty. And even then, he'd probably not know how to help you- But I think I have some bandage wrap I could use to stop the bleeding," Kamal said, walking off to his closet as he spoke, opening it and pulling out the bandage wrap he mentioned having. "Yeah, here it is," he added, walking over to the other. He just… kinda started wrapping the bandages around them until the wound was completely covered. "You should sit down. You can use my chair. I'll grab some food and water, so to get your energy going again," he once again added. He walked out of the room and headed towards another room, probably the kitchen or something, telling from what he just said.
"Okay, right." he nodded, removing the knife from his back which caused him to bleed significantly more. "Do you have hospitals? I don't quite trust you yet, if I'm going to be completely honest." he said, looking around the room. He got up from the desk and crawled his way over to the chair, sitting down patiently and trying to focus on not bleeding to death.
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Kamal walked back into the room, holding a plate with a sandwich on it along with a bottle of water. "I mean, I don't usually have to go to the doctor's quite often, so I'm not sure. I only know a dentist in terms of personally like,,, knowing them, but I'm sure there's at least some doctors around. There's gotta be, right? That's like,,, a necessity right there honestly. And I know you don't trust me, and that's completely fine, but I at least wanna help a little. I also hope this food will help you regain some energy, at least a bit. It's all I really can make on-the-spot," he said, beginning to ramble once again.
"Can we get those bandages, then? Also, a dentist? Is that even a legitimate medical position? Most of what they do is teeth, they don't even prescribe much beyond tooth drops and cocaine. A bit of a pathetic position if I dare say so myself." he shook his head. "And I couldn't even get one to help me with this damned ache in my jaw." he shook his head some more. Basil took the food and began to eat, and soon his eyes lit up. "What is this? It's wonderful!"
