“Griffin.”
~Torment~ A Roleplay!
"I struggle.. with a bundle of things," he began uncomfortsbly.
“Deep breaths.”, Dylan counseled.
*Groffin, Sorry.
He cleared his throat quietly, silent for some time.
Griffin was silent as well. “I’m sorry for wasting your time, sir.” He moved to hang up.
(Can I join?
Name: Gabriel Robin Jones, but he goes by Robin.
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual/Straight
Talents: Strange affinity with animals, aka he can speak to/understand animals.
Looks: Ginger hair, Blue eyes, Freckles, Very pale (It comes with being a ginger), Usually wears a simple red shirt and jeans, Thin and quite short, 5'2"
Personality: Robin is very awkward and shy, He has many fears (Heights and fire being the main two) and generally just tries to stay by himself so as to not burden others, Some people think he's strange because of his affinity with animals
Demon: PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) and anxiety, both of which combined into one demon. It takes the form of a small, dark dragon that sits on his shoulder. Whenever a potential trigger for his PTSD comes up, the dragon will burn him, which causes panic/anxiety attacks. Depending on how strong the stimulus is, the dragon can burn him more aggressively and in different places, ex: Throat, Head, and heart being the main ones.)
Yes you can join! )
"Wait,"
Griffin paused. “Yes?”
"Do.. do you live near Courtin?" He asked.
( made up the city, lol )
Robin sat alone at a park bench, a small black dragon sitting on his shoulder. He tried to ignore its claws digging into his skin, reminding him of every potentially dangerous thing, but it was difficult. He attempted to shoo it away unsuccessfully, eventually just giving up and trying to read. Everything was untrustworthy to the demon. Every person passing would betray him, every dry leaf a potential wildfire, and every pot hole would collapse beneath him, sending him plummeting to who knows where. Robin tapped his foot anxiously, unable to focus on the book.
“I live in Courtin.”
"Do you want to get coffee?"
Griffin blinked. “Sure. The Sugar Bean Coffee Shop, Aiden Street. Know it?”
"Leave me alone!" Robin muttered under his breath before standing up and closing the book. Maybe walking through the park would get his mind off of things.
Name: Harlow Michina
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Panromantic
Talents! Can handle a gun, good aim, resourceful and observant
Looks: https://goo.gl/images/YC8ZxM
Personality: develop
Demon: Trauma /aggressive dog, aka not very powerful but still harmful/, alcoholism /bird of prey/
She’s from a different Dystopian rp, so most of this makes more sense in that context
(I'm considering joining this. Should I?)
Yes. You should XD )
"Yes," Jonah answered in a breath.
(Please do)
"Does tomorrow, 10:00am work for you?" Why am I doing this?!
Dara sat outside, in the park, trying to study. Her biochemistry textbook lie open in her lap. A creature –snakelike, eel like, altogether too human-like– wrapped around her forearm. She rolled her eyes, her shoulders drooping.
"Leave me alone!" Dara jumped at the sudden exclamation. A boy was walking towards her, his face grim. she looked at him as he passed. "You okay?"
//can I jump in?
"Yes.."
(Sure thing!)
Robin was startled by the sudden voice, and the dragon coiled its tail around his throat, making him anxious. "Er, y-yes. I-I'm fine." He knew the dragon could control his thoughts sometimes, so he just concentrated on telling it to go away via thought.
Harlow looked up from glaring at a small dog yapping around her ankles. “Are you sure?”
The snake-eel wrapped tighter around her arm and started to ease its way up her chest. "Oh good for you." She winced. "I –I mean, sorry. I heard you yell and I thought you might be in danger." She smiled awkwardly. The snake-eel squeezed.
Griffin winced as he saw the scorpion scuttle towards him. "Great. See you then."
"Y-yeah, I'm fine." The dragon tightened its tail around Robin's neck, making him nervous and causing his voice to crack and stutter.
(So can people see other people's demons?)
(I'm assuming no)
"Great." She was still smiling, awkwardly. By now she couldn't stop smiling. She blurted without thinking, "What are you doing here? I mean…God, I'm blunt. What brings you to the park?"