Camp Tawobi (Yaoi RP)

[Nico]

[Picture Here (Anime or Realistic)]


Name:


Age: (16+)


Gender: Male


Uke/Seme:


Species:


Personality:


History: (Opt.)


Special Invites


@Angel Evans


@Sock


@IDontWriteTragedies


@MattieLee


@ForgottenBlood


@stormhawk324

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[IDontWriteTragedies]

I'll be making mine in an hour or so

 

[ForgottenBlood]

Anime or no?

 

[Nico]

Anime is fine.

 

[ForgottenBlood]

Name:


Damien Ruth


Age:


27


Gender:


Male


Uke/Seme:


Seke


Species:


Demon.


Personality:


~Independent


~Sneaky


~Blunt


~Sarcastic

Name:


Dakota White


(Sometimes called Ghost)


Age:


23


Gender:


Male


Uke/Seme:


Uke


Species:


Demon/Angel


Personality:


~Quiet most of the time


~Out of the way


~He gets misunderstood a lot because of his specie


~Non-judgmental


~Wise


~Not a hard friend to make unless you're an arse.

Name:


Ciro Cross


Age:


25


(Really 120)


Gender:


Male


Uke/Seme:


Seme


Species:


Vampire


Personality:


~Leading


~Impatient


~Short tempered


~Sometimes can get mean.


~A bit pushy

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[Nico]

Name:


Melix Jameson


Age:


17


(Really 117)


Gender:


Male


Uke/Seme:


Uke


Species:


Vampire/Neko


Personality:


~A bit of a rebel


~Sadistic


~Sweet


~Troublemaker


~Small for his age


~Short tempered


~Blunt


~Feisty

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[TheShyGirl]

I'll definitely be joining! :3

 

[IDontWriteTragedies]

Name: Nikolai Grayson


Age: 17


Gender: Male


Uke/Seme: Uke


Species: Ghost


Personality: He's quiet at first, but once you get to know him he's rebellious when he sees fit to be, sarcastic, witty, yet sweet, and caring of those who he feels deserve it.


History: (Opt.) All shall be revealed at a later date during the RP xD

 

[TheShyGirl]

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Name: Eras Oldebell


Age: 17


Gender: male


Uke/Seme: seke (either)


Species: elf


Personality: loyal, secretive, sneaky, clever, stubborn


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Name: Julian Xyheida


Age: 19 (actually 119)


Gender: male


Uke/Seme: seme


Species: vampire


Personality: always wearing a smirk, very straight-forward, not afraid to speak his feelings or thoughts, sly and sometimes even witty

 

[Sock]

I'll be making my 2 sometime in the next hour.

 

[Nico]

Alright ^^

 

[Blue Puppy]

I'll be signing up later

 

[Sock]

Name: Scott Jackson


Age: (16+) 18


Gender: Male


Uke/Seme: Seke


Species: Werewolf


Personality: Scott is a good person, he protects people he loves and is extremely loyal. He can be bashful or shy at times, but he usually covers it up with humor of some sort. He is strong, so very strong and when angered he will warn people to back off, but once his wolf takes over hes gone. Hes ruthless when it comes to "battle" and may come up with plans that surprise you. He's not the brightest, but he can figure things out well. Sometimes he over thinks things and is a complete utter romantic.


History: (Opt.) ~~


Appearance:

Spoiler

 
(Strangely Stiles is my depressing character. xD Uno Momento)

 

[Blue Puppy]

Name: Taylor Rosewood


Age: 19


Gender: Male


Uke/Seme: Uke


Species: Elf, his ears are normally covered though


Personality:


~ Likes to be childish for fun sometimes


~ Really sweet and kind


~ Can be serious when he need to be


~ Can get extremely jealous


History: (Opt.)

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[Sock]

Name: Skyler(Sky, Stiles) O'Brien


Age: (16+) 19


Gender: Male


Uke/Seme: Seke


Species: Siren


Personality:


Stiles is loud. He talks, he moves, he does his best to fill a room to the brim, and he doesn't seem to be able to stop or even pause. He has a rather extreme case of ADHD, for which he takes medication -- not always appropriately, as he tends to abuse his drugs when he needs to avoid sleep, but it does also seem to do the job of keeping him settled. He has trouble keeping his thoughts or attention on a single path, jumping from point to point in a way that makes sense to no one but Stiles. The general assumption most people have of Stiles is that he's a socially awkward motormouth, and his tendency to not make a whole lot of sense when explaining his leaps in logic (or just conversation) doesn't do much to counter that.


With the constant motion comes personal habits some people find unattractive. Stiles doesn't always respect personal boundaries, such as backing off when a peer doesn't wish to answer some personal questions or maintaining appropriate distance when his crush is drunk on Vicodin while recovering from a traumatic event. He doesn't mean harm by this behavior, and mostly does it because he doesn't seem to think there's anything wrong with being curious or (overly) attentive. This is Stiles' main problem: he doesn't think his decisions through or consider the effects they may have on other people. A lot of the trouble Stiles gets into would be easily avoidable if he a) stopped hanging out with people who pushed him into trouble(which is not going to happen) or b) spent a little more time considering just what might happen before putting himself in bad situations


While he might not seem it at first glance, Stiles is fairly good with memory retention; that doesn't necessarily makes him smart, but it can occasionally fool people into thinking he is. He has a tendency to become enamored with a specific subject and let it take over, meaning he can spend hour after hour reading for information on a deep sea pollution, but when forced to work on something he dislikes or finds boring he distracts himself and then is under-prepared when the information is necessary. Stiles has an incredible memory for things he thinks are interesting, and can recall them in amazing detail. This means his work has an inconsistency to it, ranging from A days, to F days, depending on whatever mood he happens to be in the night before something he needs to do.


People can be even more difficult for him than work. Stiles has a deep drive to be liked. As a teenager, he's still trying to find his feet in the real world and wants to make as many friends and experience as much as possible. Like certain subjects, Stiles can obsess over a single person to the point of embarrassing himself. He claims to have been in love with a girl since elementary school despite her not really acknowledging his existence and at one point he is struck down by the thought one of his gay friends not liking him or finding him attractive. Stiles has a loyal streak that goes deep and far. Neither law nor personal safety are considered when someone close to him needs him.


And most people do need Stiles. Stiles isn't particularly wise or well prepared for the situations he finds himself in, but fairly consistently it's Stiles that ends up coming to the rescue, pulling some miracle out of no where or simply running and ducking until luck runs out for their opponent. Stiles is not the bravest, meaning he's significantly quicker to back down, though it does depend on just how seriously he takes the threat to his person and whether or not a friend will be in danger. He can be rather narrow sighted, focused on one goal or person to the point of detriment to himself or others. This is part of Stiles' obsessiveness; one path, one goal, one person, because he simply doesn't have the attention span to work beyond the immediate.


Stiles doesn't have amazing strength, or attention span. He doesn't have great planning skills, social skills or even the simple skill to focus on something he needs to study or look at. What Stiles has is a big mouth and a habit of bloodymindedness that seem to get him through most situations, usually with most of his faculties intact. Behind the mask of his ADHD and big mouth Skyler is insecure and abnormally small. He's in constant struggle with himself, struggle to keep his mind set. When he lets it wander it always leads to "I don't want to be here anymore. I can't be here anymore." And then he gives in. He can snap by a single touch, and often doesn't let people close because of it.


History: (Opt.) (Brace yo'selfs)

Spoiler

It’s stressful. It’s emotionally draining and there’s always a constant nagging of “Will she be okay?” “Is she dying?” “Will the tumor finally have its way?” So you call her, you press the contact that reads “Mom” with trembling fingers. It rings, and rings and rings. And then the dial tone sounds, the stupid mechanical voice echoing in your ear instead of the comforting, familiar tone of your mother. It causes your heart to sink, a nauseous feeling wash over you and then your texting, and calling and hoping for a response, only to be greeted by the stupid little mechanical voice. You hope for a text of “I’ll be home soon.” But then you remember, it’s just a shopping trip right? And then you think “But what if she fell?” “What if she got hurt?” And then you’re calling. Calling and hoping. Calling and wondering. Calling and questioning.


The questions circulate constantly, so constantly it’s hard to let anything else in. Friends, School or god forbid relationships. It’s hard to force back the worry, force it way back into the depths of your brain. But somehow you know you have to. It’s a tugging in your gut, a pounding in your head, just a feeling you have. A uncomfortable, manipulative feeling. So, overtime you create a mental cage. A sad, lonely cage. Rusting over time and allowing dust to build over bland bars. In that sad lonely place that holds that sad lonely cage light struggles to seep through. Light struggles to go and cast a glimmer of hope, on those rusty old grey bars, a dull old lock holding them in place. Holding the guilt, information and sorrow in those rusty old bars. Sometimes the lock struggles to contain the feelings as more are added. Sometimes the lock gives way. Allowing the pain and tears to rise to the surface. It causes those salty drips of fluid to drip down your reddened face, for people to stare at your red rimmed, puffy eyes and divert their attention. These occurrences of weakness often add to the information bottled up in that small, lonely cage. But with each occurrence your cage is stronger, more locks are added to those rusty old bars. More ways, reasons to keep the guilt in. Where the guilt comes from you may ask? Well the guilt comes from not wanting to let it show. Helping yourself slowly fade of emotions to the point where you don’t even try to keep that false smile up. Helping yourself become a waste of space, a body containing no soul, no motivation to try. Become a waste of atoms and molecules. Letting yourself refuse the pity. Refuse the support.


My sister, she sees me as a time bomb. Not a waste of space, but a deadly weapon. With my scratched edges and dulled rectangular screen, showing the numbers, the last moments of peace until my next explosion. To her I am unpredictable, as if that little rectangular screen has cracked, and my next explosion is unknown. To her I am the monster that hides under her bed, or the strange shadows that cast over her room, waiting to swallow her up. I am the one that haunts the dreams of a girl who has autism. I’m just ticking away, Tik Tock. Tik Tock.


She can’t even retreat to her father, with his alcohol hazed mind. His glassy brown eyes gazing off into nowhere. His eyes that were once so lively, now weighed down by ugly circles. Circles that have darkened to the point where they look like ugly bruises.


This, sad, empty thing is what I’m becoming. Soon my rusty old cage wont open anymore. Soon it will finally seal itself forever. The thousands of locks creating a unbreakable barrier. Soon I will be the one with glassy eyes and a beer bottle crushed in my hand, constantly disappearing only to reappear smelling of smoke. Soon I will be the one who does not feel. Soon I will be the one that doesn’t let the weak emotions break free. Soon I wont be the one with tears streaming down my face. Soon I wont be the ugly monster hiding under my sisters bed, with my barred fangs, flaming eyes, and low snarls. Soon the simple things wont make me explode. Soon I will no longer be a ticking time bomb. Waiting for my time to run out, for those numbers to lower to zero. Soon I will no longer explode. Soon that cage containing all my feelings will disappear and find another scarred mind. Then I’ll just be those glassy eyes. No longer unpredictable.

Skyler, his twin brother and his sister lived with his father. His mother and his father got divorced when he was only a baby, and have fought ever since. His mother was diagnosed with cancer when he was five. Skyler's father began to drink, he drank and drank and secretly smoke weed. When Skyler was seven him, his brother and his older mentally challenged sister were dumped off at his sick mothers. Him and his brother had to raise his sister until Skyler was 10. Skyler was verbally, physically and emotionally abused by his father and had to keep his emotions, his fathers and his sisters balanced on his shoulders. He started cutting when he was eleven. Small, little scratches that he could have easily blame on their evil cat, Chester. Over time he noticed that his twin brother, Daniel too had those small, jagged marks lining his wrists and the two grew closer then they ever had, sharing suicidal thoughts with each other and keeping each other up when they fell down. His sister was terrified of him. He could only sob pathetically as she distanced herself. Distanced herself to the point where Skyler could count the number of times she said 'I love you' to him on a hand. 2. Two times. He found his fathers weed when he was twelve after 5 years of his father lying to him about smoking. That's when, at twelve Skyler attempted suicide. He woke up in the hospital. He moved in with his mother and she began to hate him. She hated him because her jerk of a husband(his stepfather) hated him. So, the verbal and emotional abuse continued. He was, and still is convinced that he is disgusting. He tried to overdose on his ADHD medication. Daniel found him crying on the floor of their bathroom. On their eighteenth birthday the twins came home to white walls. His mother had left him, leaving with his sister and his stepfather. All the two could do was hug each other and silently gather their things. Daniel committed suicide a week later.


Appearance:

(His hair is long, like the last picture. When he's doing his siren thingie his eyes turn green.)





Other: Skyler still self-harms. He just keeps it to himself.

 

[Nico]

Sock- You never seize to tug at my feels. I dub thee feels queen. Accepted


Puppy- Accepted.

 

[Sock]

Yayyy ~Flails~ I feel so evil. Stiles is going to be an emotional wreak.

 

[Nico]

Poor Stiles. I just wanna hug em, though he might freak out.

 

[Sock]

Most likely. Murhur. NOW WHEN'S THE ROLEPLAY GOING TO STARTTTTT. I'm all excited. And you, my friend have not made a character in Addiction yet. D:

 

[Nico]

Tomorrow It starts or when Angel posts his gorgeous bbys. I'm thinking of a character for that. It seems so feelsy.

 

[Sock]

*pout*

 

[Nico]

I'll work on it in the morning. Right now, the only think keeping me going is caffeine, sugar and the promise of a skype group chat. You shall have that CS By tomorrow night!

 

[Sock]

FINEEEEEUH.

 

[Desmine]

Name: Desmine Connor Mason the II


Age: 19


Gender: Male


Uke/Seme: Uke


Species: Angel/Human


Personality: Sweet, too generous and kind. Polite and protective. He's can be energetic from time to time, and very supportive.


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[Sock]

@Nico BLAH. Evans still hasn't posted his characters. Can you start it now~