They each hear each other's thoughts in their heads and they think it's just a conscience of some sort. But then they meet, and realize that it's been the others voice all along.
Sorry this idea kinda sucks but It's been in my head.
There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)
Ooh this is so cool! Can I join?
Yeah yeah
i'll get a template but I won't be around that much until about 5 est
Name:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Age:
Personality:
Appearance:
Flaws:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Yeah, I won’t be on in a while either
Wait can this be fantasy characters too? Because if so: (if not I’ll chnage it)
Name: Macha
Gender: Female
Sexuality: very confused. Possibly demi. Honestly has no idea if she likes girls or guys. (Spoiler: she likes both)
Age: 18 going on 19
Personality: an introverted ambivert, Architect Personality Type, calculates and analyzes everything, always in her head, always thinking of something, doesn’t waste words, can come off as cold but is really just withdrawn and scared, very poetic
Appearance: White hair, straight, that hangs down to her waist, in a side part. Silver eyes, white (actually white) skin that’s turning into malleable (white) stone and cracking around the corners of her eyes and inside wrists. Very deep, intelligent eyes. She’s tall and slender, underweight but hides it well, high cheekbones and slim, deft fingers. She also has light grey owl wings speckled with white that she can summon at will. Dresses mostly in grey and white.
Flaws: couldn’t care less about what happens to her, a lot of self-hate. Distances herself purposely because she thinks everyone will just hate her if she socializes, goes through phases where she starved herself, doesn’t sleep. At all. Just hates sleep. Okay she sleeps like on average two hours a day.
Likes: Architecture, analyzing and studying mythology, anything about Ancient Greece, ancient history and civilizations, drawing maps and blueprints, writing and reading poetry. Is getting into marvel and DC, loves Sherlock, likes tennis and skating
Dislikes: parties or large groups/crowds, the curriculum for school, her school in general (loves learning, hates school), alcohol, drugs, most sports
(Sounds good and yeah fantasy is fun
I’ll make my character later
K thanks!)
(Ok I’m here I’ll post my character in a min)
Awesome :D
Name: Tyler Morrison
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Age: 19
Personality: kind of annoying but really sweet and nice. Keeps to himself but very protective of people he loves
Appearance: Short wavy icy blue hair. About 5’9 and built strong
Flaws: Doesn’t think before he speaks sometimes and can be a bitch sometimes
Likes: Reading and staying home alone. Likes staying up late and draws a little.
Dislikes: most sports and parties. Doesn’t like big groups of people. Doesn’t watch tv or care about the news or anything.
yay! he's great :)
Yay thanks
Ok how do you want to start, like setting wise?
idk, modern times I guess? some sort of city? up to you, you made the rp
Ok then ummm how bout just a small town near like a lake or something?
sure! also how does the voice-in-head thing work exactly? and also is magic like a secret hidden thing or is it just sort of a common occurence
Ok so I was thinking like whenever they think about themselves in a good or bad way or something it reflects in the others head. For example maybe she would like look in the mirror or something and think wow I look great and then Tyler would hear the same thought in his own mind
I’m sorry that makes no sense
no that makes sense don't worry! if I'm doing it wrong don't hesitate to let me know
I’m sure you won’t be
Also magic is sort of like a thing that’s known but not commen
Ok I can start if you want
okay makes sense
sure!
Tyler sat on the ledge, the wind coming off of the lake blowing his hair back. He watched the people as they walked past.
(Do you want them to meet immediately, or go on for a bit with the voices in their heads first? Also how long have the had the ‘voices’ For? Sorry this is a lot of questions, last one I promise: what month is it?)
Macha walked at a brisk pace down the empty street, shoving her hands into her sweater pocket and letting her hair fall in front of her face, a white curtain cutting her off from the outside world.
climbing into eachness dizzy swing things of speeds of trapeze gust summersalts… (it’s part of a poem by e. e Cummings but it looks weird without the special spacing he does which I can’t do on notebook)
Her mind filled with random snatches of poetry, strings of numbers and coordinates, snippets of thoughts and numbers, all spiraling through her head. 3.1415926….. She was just trying to distract herself, she knew, busy herself in her mind and avoid the problem at hand. A quote floated through her head. What is essential is invisible to the eyes —The Little Prince…
Sighing, Macha turned the corner and headed towards the lake.
(Sorry if that was super clunky and confusing)
(Ok I haven’t read what you wrote yet but I’ll answer your questions now
So I was thinking they would continue with the voices for a little while becuase I feel like the climax of this would be them meeting.
The voices have gone on for most of their lives. Like it’s hard to remember a time when they weren’t there.
Also it is probably end of August beginning of September weather.)
(No it sounded great actually)
Tyler stood up and started walking on top of the ledge, his hands in his pockets. He liked it better up here, higher then the rest of the people. Plus, they wouldn’t cross him, most were scared. Whats so scary about me? He thought, pacing back and forth on the ledge.
(this would be one of the thoughts that would flash across Machas mind becuase it gives no specific names or questions if that makes sense).
(Okay thanks! I think that means that Macha finished highschool like a few months ago)
(Yeah probably)
(Gotcha)
What’s so scary about me? The thought cut through Macha’s jumbled mind as she walked through the streets, which were still quiet as no one would’ve woken up yet (can it be morning?) The slightest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of her lips as the familiarity of the randomated thoughts her consciousness came up with returned, a calm in the oncoming storm of her mind. On her back, to huge sooty owl wings slowly materialized, which she pulled around her. She likes to think that the wings came and went because they weren’t completely of this world, that she wasn’t of this world, and that they couldn’t stay for long enough. Wishful thinking., she thought, but continued the thought in the tail end of a poem she’d read once, I am not a child of this world, so come away… Macha couldn’t quite remember who’s written that line. William Butler-Yeats, maybe? Not Blake, or Cummings. Probably Yeats.
(That thought would go into Tyler’s head rn I think)
(Also, I completely forgot to mention that Macha occasionally gets flashes of prophetic-type visions, which over time has caused her skin to turn into a weird malleable white stone thing. Like, it’s weirdly soft to touch, but doesn’t feel like skin, and is hard to cut into. Now, whenever she has a vision, the stone around the corners of her eyes (outside corners) will crack)
(If that’s too OP I can change that)
(im so sorry something weird happened with my phone and i thought it had posted but..apparently not)
(and the thing with Macha its great btw)
Wishful thinking..I am not a child of this world, so come away.. The thought passed through his mind and he frowned a bit. What does that even mean? I don't read poetry.. He thought, slightly confused, the effect these thoughts usually had on him. (^^would be an example of something that wouldn't go through Macha's head)
Tyler looked down at all the normal people, walking and thinking below him. Maybe i'm going insane..
(Np! And sorry, I just got back from a couple back to back dance lessons Oof)
The next thought that burst through Macha’s head like a series of firecrackers made her freeze. What does that even mean? I don’t read poetry… She stopped where she was standing. What?? I’ve been reading poetry my whole life, how is that possible? The next thing that went through her mind seemed to make more sense. Maybe I’m going insane.. Continuing her brisk pace and burrowing into her sweater, even though the weather was pleasant and warm. As usual, she was cold, always, always cold. I knew that already, obviously I’m going insane. She almost snorted, but then remembered that when having conversations with herself, she probably shouldn’t display reactions to the outside, mentally sane world. So, she did what she usually did when she was at a loss; recited pi. 3.14159265359…
Tyler smirked a little as I knew that already, obviously I'm going insane. Floated through his head. He stopped pacing and jumped off the ledge, walking down to the lake. All those people staring, they are scared of you.