Who wants to do a one of one, Soulmate RP with me?(CLOSED, BUT STALK IF U WANTS TO)

Ay man I’m down

Lmaooo that’s a good thing?

Uhh I’m looking up ones online because I’m not sure, and there’s some interesting ones? Like one said that you see everything in the shade of your soulmates eye color? And another said that, for example, if your soulmate scraped their knee or something, you would suddenly get the same scrape too? I don’t know, I’m just throwing out ideas.

Alright, sounds good! Who should our characters be? Just male and female of LGBTQ?

Uh how about an LGBTQ one? Those are always good. Should it be a fem/fem one or a male/male one? Or something else with transgender people possibly?

Sounds good! I was kind of hoping you would pick that one anyways lmaooo

What certain age were you thinking?

Alright, cool, I’ll make my character

I guess I’ll use him, haven’t used this lil’ guy in forever…

Name: Rose Yves
Age: 18 years
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual, swings more towards men
Appearance: Scruffy, dyed white hair, very dark brown eyes that look almost black, pale skin tone, slimmer body build, around 5’7 or so, ear piercings, snake bite lip piercings (the type with the hoops)
Wears: Usually wears thicker sweaters, loose fitting jeans, sneakers.
Personality: Introverted, more of the shy type, easily made clingy, easy to please, very sweet, giddy, extremely loyal, just a tad innocent, affectionate, easily made jealous, curious.
Anything else you wanna add: Favorite color is indigo. Usually portrayed as more of the feminine type.

Lmao same here

Oh haha, yeah, Rose is my pride and joy

Ahhh yes he sounds amazing

Yesss, do you want to start or should I?

(Will do)

Rose was busy during the lunch hour at the town’s cafe. He had already managed to spill burning hot coffee on himself once and nicked his thumb on a small cutting knife while slicing fruit for someone’s smoothie. He adjusted his dark apron, and set down someone’s coffee on the counter, calling out their name when he did so. He glanced towards the clock, fingers tracing over his lip piercings, something he did when he was in thought. Just twenty more minutes.

(It’s all good)