A child's love [Inactive]

[easilyinspired]

easilyinspired submitted a new role play:


A child's love - Dramatic rp centered around abuse.

My character will be Mihai, an abused boy who has yet to see the kind side of people. You can read about him here http://www.rpnation.com/showcase/mihai-tcaci.2616/#tab1
My idea is that your character is able to show him that the world can be kind and loving. I'm open to ideas, as well. Reply here or PM me if you're interested.

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[Hiddencard]

Can I try this one with you?


Just wanted to ask what kind of traits you would want the other character to have.

 

[easilyinspired]

Can I try this one with you?
Just wanted to ask what kind of traits you would want the other character to have.

I would love to do this rp with you. The kind of traits the other character would have ideally would be protective, loving, and kind. They don't necessarily need to be gentle, or even calm. But definitely someone who has a protective, loving quality to them.

 

[Hiddencard]

Okay, I have these character’s, didn’t know if you were thinking a boy or a girl for this one, so I put both. xD :

>Mila Dale<

​

• Basic info
• Personality
• Bio

• 
  
  
  
  Name: Mila Dale
  
  
  Age: 16
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  ​
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  She is a very protective person, who cares deeply for her friends.
  
  
  She often puts others before herself, and even when people
  
  
  push her away she never seems to be able to leave people alone if
  
  
  she believes that they truly needs her help.
  
  
  When she is not in her protective mood, she can be very funny
  
  ​
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  Bio:
  
  
  
  
  
  Mila has been living with her family in a small town when she was younger,
  
  
  when she was young, she was very shy, and she only had a single friend who
  
  
  cared for her.
  
  
  When they began school, Mila found out that her friend was bullied, but she
  
  
  was too scared to stand up and help her. She would never try to bully herself, and
  
  
  she would help her out when the bullies left, but she just couldn’t seem to stand up
  
  
  for them. So as time went on, her friend became so broken that they changed schools.
  
  
  Mila blamed herself a lot, and after this, she always try to help people in trouble.
  
  ​
  
  
  
  

And my other one

>Damian West<

​

• Basic info
• Personality
• Bio

• 
  
  
  
  Name: Damian West
  
  
  Age: 16
  
  
  Gender: male
  
  ​
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  On the outside he might seem a little hostile, and many people think that
  
  
  he is somewhat of a delinquent. But in truth, he is very caring, and he will be
  
  
  that guy who helps out kittens in secret.
  
  
  He will always stand up for people who can’t stand up for themselves. He
  
  
  will never let a friend down.
  
  ​
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  Bio:
  
  
  
  
  
  Damian is the youngest boy in a large rich family, almost no one knows
  
  
  that he is rich because he will most often keep it a secret, and it’s not like
  
  
  his clothes give it off. The only reason he hides it is because he through the
  
  
  years has found countless people who would use him for only his money, and
  
  
  now he tries to find some true friends that won’t care.
  
  ​
  
  
  
  

 

[easilyinspired]

Okay, I have these character’s, didn’t know if you were thinking a boy or a girl for this one, so I put both. xD :

>Mila Dale<

​

• Basic info
• Personality
• Bio

• 
  
  
  
  Name: Mila Dale
  
  
  Age: 16
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  ​
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  She is a very protective person, who cares deeply for her friends.
  
  
  She often puts others before herself, and even when people
  
  
  push her away she never seems to be able to leave people alone if
  
  
  she believes that they truly needs her help.
  
  
  When she is not in her protective mood, she can be very funny
  
  ​
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  Bio:
  
  
  
  
  
  Mila has been living with her family in a small town when she was younger,
  
  
  when she was young, she was very shy, and she only had a single friend who
  
  
  cared for her.
  
  
  When they began school, Mila found out that her friend was bullied, but she
  
  
  was too scared to stand up and help her. She would never try to bully herself, and
  
  
  she would help her out when the bullies left, but she just couldn’t seem to stand up
  
  
  for them. So as time went on, her friend became so broken that they changed schools.
  
  
  Mila blamed herself a lot, and after this, she always try to help people in trouble.
  
  ​
  
  
  
  

And my other one

>Damian West<

​

• Basic info
• Personality
• Bio

• 
  
  
  
  Name: Damian West
  
  
  Age: 16
  
  
  Gender: male
  
  ​
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  On the outside he might seem a little hostile, and many people think that
  
  
  he is somewhat of a delinquent. But in truth, he is very caring, and he will be
  
  
  that guy who helps out kittens in secret.
  
  
  He will always stand up for people who can’t stand up for themselves. He
  
  
  will never let a friend down.
  
  ​
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  Bio:
  
  
  
  
  
  Damian is the youngest boy in a large rich family, almost no one knows
  
  
  that he is rich because he will most often keep it a secret, and it’s not like
  
  
  his clothes give it off. The only reason he hides it is because he through the
  
  
  years has found countless people who would use him for only his money, and
  
  
  now he tries to find some true friends that won’t care.
  
  ​
  
  
  
  

Either gender was ok with me. I'm really liking your male character. However, it is a lot easier for females to get close with my character. Do you have a preference on which one you use?

 

[Hiddencard]

Then let’s go with the female, if that would be easier.


So, do you have a plan of how Mila finds out that he is in the basement?

 

[easilyinspired]

Then let’s go with the female, if that would be easier.
So, do you have a plan of how Mila finds out that he is in the basement?

She could be related to him? Or perhaps he would successfully escape and she would be the person he finds? Do you have any ideas?

 

[Hiddencard]

(I can make him her fathers close friend, if you are okay with that? Or else he can just be an uncle. (: )


Mila hated to visit Mr. Tcasi. But her father had told her that she should tag along today, so she had had no choice. There was a grill party at the house, and her mother was holding a basket with picnic dinner and everything, as a ‘good guest'. She felt so misplaced, there were no other people her age, only adults. She had always thought that the house smelled funny when she had come here with her mother to pick her father up. Mr. Tcasi was a little strange as well. However, all of this she kept to herself of course, she would hate to insult him.


They were greeted warmly as usual, and the others started setting up the grill outside. “Mila, sweetheart,” her mother said. “Would you find some soda for yourself?” Mila send her a smile, but inside she was rolling her eyes.


She was on her way toward the kitchen when she noticed a door in the hall. A basement? She wondered if thats was were he kept soda. She changed directions and went over there. She pulled in the door and luckily it was unlocked. She opened and a strange smell met her, she wrinkled her nose, and went in. There was a stair down, that ended by another door. This door had a slit, as if to put in food or something. She hesitated for a while, before she slowly walked down there, and kneeled down in front of the hole and looked inside. Just to be sure that there really was a storage in there.

 

[easilyinspired]

(I can make him her fathers close friend, if you are okay with that? Or else he can just be an uncle. (: )
Mila hated to visit Mr. Tcasi. But her father had told her that she should tag along today, so she had had no choice. There was a grill party at the house, and her mother was holding a basket with picnic dinner and everything, as a ‘good guest'. She felt so misplaced, there were no other people her age, only adults. She had always thought that the house smelled funny when she had come here with her mother to pick her father up. Mr. Tcasi was a little strange as well. However, all of this she kept to herself of course, she would hate to insult him.


They were greeted warmly as usual, and the others started setting up the grill outside. “Mila, sweetheart,” her mother said. “Would you find some soda for yourself?” Mila send her a smile, but inside she was rolling her eyes.


She was on her way toward the kitchen when she noticed a door in the hall. A basement? She wondered if thats was were he kept soda. She changed directions and went over there. She pulled in the door and luckily it was unlocked. She opened and a strange smell met her, she wrinkled her nose, and went in. There was a stair down, that ended by another door. This door had a slit, as if to put in food or something. She hesitated for a while, before she slowly walked down there, and kneeled down in front of the hole and looked inside. Just to be sure that there really was a storage in there.

(Family friend will work)


Wide eyes watched fearfully as the sound of footsteps burned his ears. “No… Why now…” A young boy aged thirteen years thought to himself. He knew about the party. It was one of the few times that his father was unable to hurt him. The man would busy himself with the grilling, chatting up his guests, and making a good impression on everyone in town. It was a small town and no one thought anything of him. They didn’t even know that his song was still with him. He had the town convinced that the boy ran away shortly after being home schooled due to the trauma of his mother’s death.


Something didn’t seem quite right, though. The footsteps weren’t as loud as usual. They sounded softer – lighter. Could this be a woman? Or a child? It certainly didn’t sound like his father’s footsteps. They were all-too familiar to the mistreated boy. “Please don’t be him… Please don’t be him…” Mihai prayed over and over, closing his eyes and leaning against the wall as if he was asleep.


There sat the malnourished figure, leaning against the wall with his sunken eyes closed lightly for a bit of rest. Pasty white skin delicately draped over his bones, giving the impression that he had no muscle mass or body fat. Scars, bruises, burns, and open wounds decorated his body. A large T-shirt veiled the scars, hanging off of his body like a nightgown. It was probably a 5XL, and he would have been lucky to wear any adult sized clothing. The once white T-shirt had been through hell, just as the boy had. Stains of all kinds covered it, along with rips and tears. Seams which once hemmed the outline of the shirt had since been ripped out over time, allowing the fabric to unravel.


Laying there, motionless and emaciated, the boy appeared to be have lost his life. Windowless, cold, and musty, the basement was no place for a child to live. A very dim light hung from the ceiling to ensure that he would not be able to attack his father in the dark. It was silly, really, because Mihai would not dream of attacking the man. He knew that he would never win.

 

[Hiddencard]

Mila had expected lots of boxes, maybe food that had gone bad, due to the smell. What she had not expected was the silhouette of someone… human? She squinted her eyes a little to make sure she could see properly in the dim light. She held her breath, as she saw the person move. When he did the light fell on him, his mistreated arms, and she could tell that he wasn’t all that old. Preteen at most.


“Oh god,” she whispered, taking a step back, and leaned up against the wall. For a moment she wondered if she should just run, but what would she do then? She couldn’t just keep quiet about this. She swallowed, and looked up at the stair, but it didn’t seem like the adults had realized her absence yet. She took up all her courage and slowly kneeled down in front of the hole in the wall again. “Is someone in there?” she asked in a quiet voice, putting a hand on the door to lean a little closer. Maybe it had been her imagination. “My name is Mila...”

 

[easilyinspired]

Mila had expected lots of boxes, maybe food that had gone bad, due to the smell. What she had not expected was the silhouette of someone… human? She squinted her eyes a little to make sure she could see properly in the dim light. She held her breath, as she saw the person move. When he did the light fell on him, his mistreated arms, and she could tell that he wasn’t all that old. Preteen at most.
“Oh god,” she whispered, taking a step back, and leaned up against the wall. For a moment she wondered if she should just run, but what would she do then? She couldn’t just keep quiet about this. She swallowed, and looked up at the stair, but it didn’t seem like the adults had realized her absence yet. She took up all her courage and slowly kneeled down in front of the hole in the wall again. “Is someone in there?” she asked in a quiet voice, putting a hand on the door to lean a little closer. Maybe it had been her imagination. “My name is Mila...”

The smell of human waste engulfed the basement room. Disgusting smells mixed together in the cold room, but it was all Mihai was used to. He had been trapped in there for so long that he lost hope of getting out. He could barely remember a life outside of his caged room.


Hearing the girl’s voice, he looked up at the door, shocked. It wasn’t his father. He didn’t even know this girl. She had to leave! If she stayed, she might get caught. And who knows what would happen if she got caught…. He would probably just murder her to keep her from saying anything. Or maybe she would be kept as his “play-thing” as well. It was a disgusting thought.


In an attempt to keep her from noticing him, Mihai didn’t speak back. He played dead. Maybe this was a trap? It must have been some kind of test. His father was always testing him to see his loyalty. Now he would show him just how well he behaved. He laid there, motionless and silent, praying that she would just leave. The door had always been left unlocked, but it didn’t matter to Mihai. Escape was futile, and he knew it. He would be trapped there forever; he had already given up hope.


(Sorry about how long it took. I had already written a reply and then lost it at some point. D

 

[Hiddencard]

(Oh, I’m sorry as well, didn’t get the alert! I really do wanna continue this one, the plot is really good. (: )


Mila was even more stunned when the person in there didn’t answer her, when she had been sure she saw someone move. Was he okay? Was it… a corpse? She had seen the mistreated arms and body. Maybe he was severely hurt. “Are you okay?” she whispered again, and then she took in a deep breath -not that fun when the stink down here was unbearable- and then she grabbed the door-handle. Very slowly she pressed it down, and opened up the door. It was creaking a bit, but hopefully not enough to give her away to the people upstairs.


She peeked inside, her blonde hair falling down the side. She had to check and make sure. This situation seemed so unreal to her, when she had just seen the happy people upstairs. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her. “Please don’t be dead..” she whispered, more to herself.


Then she slowly walked closer, as if approaching an small animal that she was afraid would run away. “Are you alright?” she asked again. “What are you doing down here?"

 

[easilyinspired]

(Oh, I’m sorry as well, didn’t get the alert! I really do wanna continue this one, the plot is really good. (: )
Mila was even more stunned when the person in there didn’t answer her, when she had been sure she saw someone move. Was he okay? Was it… a corpse? She had seen the mistreated arms and body. Maybe he was severely hurt. “Are you okay?” she whispered again, and then she took in a deep breath -not that fun when the stink down here was unbearable- and then she grabbed the door-handle. Very slowly she pressed it down, and opened up the door. It was creaking a bit, but hopefully not enough to give her away to the people upstairs.


She peeked inside, her blonde hair falling down the side. She had to check and make sure. This situation seemed so unreal to her, when she had just seen the happy people upstairs. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her. “Please don’t be dead..” she whispered, more to herself.


Then she slowly walked closer, as if approaching an small animal that she was afraid would run away. “Are you alright?” she asked again. “What are you doing down here?"

(I suck at replying. >.> I’m always doing stuff. Anyway, sorry that I didn’t reply. I didn’t really get a chance until I was on here.)


“Don’t open the door…. Don’t open the door!” He thought over and over again. The rough grip of fear tightened around his chest, making breathing a difficult chore. A part of him hoped that she would come in and stay, but another part feared it. He feared people, but longed for socialization. He clung to faded memories of interacting with others, smiling, and feeling light-hearted and happy.


Just as he feared, the door creaked open, allowing the girl to peak in. His sunken blue eyes glanced over to her, then quickly back. She looked to be a little older than him, but not by much. Finally, realization hit him. He knew that he would not be able to play dead for any longer.


Shaking his head, the boy finally stood. He backed against the wall, staring at her with absolute terror. But beneath the terror in his eyes, concern could be seen. He was sure that something bad would come to her if she wasn’t careful.


The marks of cruelty covering his body could be seen better up close. Now that he stood, it was clear that he was in his teens, judging by his height. Despite the starvation, he was able to reach the height of 5’11”. His father had given him hormone treatments to increase his height, though it seemed to do nothing else.


Mihai was taller than the girl, but much thinner. He looked sickly and trembled in fear as he took a step to face her, backing away but never taking his eyes off of her. He didn’t speak. He didn’t say a word, but only shook his head as if trying to silently convey a message to the girl.

 

[Hiddencard]

(It’s fine. ^^ I'm slow too. xD )


Mila had slowly gone closer, but flinched a little in surprise when the other moved, almost startled that he was actually alive. She lifted a hand up in a silly defense, and stood still where she was for a moment. Her eyes simply studied him in shock. He was unbelievable thin, and although she was naturally petite in her build, he still conquered her in weight she was sure. He looked sick, and she slowly let her hands drop down again. “Who are you?” she asked him quietly, then looked back at the door. “Are you hiding down here for someone?” she asked.


She took a step closer, and gasped as she saw the marks that was covering his body. “Who did that to you?” she asked him. It was unreal to her that the man upstairs could actually have had anything to do with this. She walked a step closer, so she could take in more of his appearance.

 

[easilyinspired]

Her hands were lifted as if she was scared. As if she was trying to protect herself. She didn’t know fear! He felt enraged to see this girl act like she was going to be the victim. Well, she would be a victim if she stayed down there much longer. His emotions shifted from fear to anger, but he didn’t say anything for a moment.


He didn’t respond to any of her questions. He was feeling quite fed up with her at the moment. She couldn’t possibly keep pursuing this, could she? Was she going to hurt him, or actually here to help? “Go away….!” He croaked out, his voice barely audible. He wasn’t used to speaking or making noise. His voice cracked, sounding as if he had been screaming non-stop for an entire day. It wasn’t any louder than a whisper, and it was filled with fear.


Mihai continued moving back, attempting to keep his arms up in defense. He was too tired to keep them up properly, though. He found himself backed against a wall in no time, which made him more ready to attack if needed. But he couldn’t do much damage, even if he did try to attack her.


“Leave…!” He demanded in a growl, showing his chipped teeth. Because he was often rented out to pedophiles for play, his teeth were actually brushed. That was the only part of him that was clean, though. His body was filthy, as was his hair. He looked as if he was a walking corpse with how thin and dirty he was.

 

[easilyinspired]

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