This type of Roleplay would be about a young man suffering from a split-personality disorder. You dont have to be a good person, you can help his twisted side or either actually help him contain it. Apologies if this type of Rp isnt allowed since its also a real problem, or if it hurts others. Mild supernatural/ Romance/A dash of violence and gore/ Maybe smut, Im not so sure, but its obvious you wont want it.)) David Ackerman Age: 19 Height: 58 Ethnicity: Caucasian Facial appearance: Slightly feminine hazel eyes, short black hair, cutely narrowed nose and a pair of pale pink lips with dark nicely thick eyebrows. Biography: A young man that has been plagued with anxiety and depression. Not much is known about his life or his past school life -- notes doctors say since he doesnt really like to talk about it. He completely lives in solitude in a decent size apartment complex that his parents wanted to pay for him, giving him help until he can support the bill by getting a job. His disorder is at its peak when its about to break, resulting a high chance he can go psychotic. But if help is presented to him, and if he can learn to contain this disorder...thats a high chance hell be safe and secure inside. Shut up!! The young man yelled as he threw his alarm clock with all his strength against the wall, causing a dent. A stupid reaction from an alarm clock, but it really wasnt his intention to do that. He sighed, walking over to the clock that is now in shambles because of his action. Picking up the destroyed clock he walked over to the kitchen, gently placing the small and large pieces of the clock on the marble counter. It was early morning, the lightish blue atmosphere of the day seeped through the curtains of the windows. It was cold, but that wasnt really a problem for him at all. He didnt really eat breakfast, and he knew that would happen again. The apartment was dead quiet, as if it waited for the young man to take a bite of his now soggy cereal. Scoffing lightly, he rose from his seat at the dinned table while holding the plate in hand, and dumped the cereal in the garbage disposal along washing the plate in the sink and set it to dry. A pointless life he always told himself. A new challenge waiting to be conquered he told himself. It was a difficult thing to to do, maintain such a positive look when clearly it was visible that he didnt feel good. He began to dress himself, sliding on a white t-shirt, zipping up a gray hoodie, slapping on a pair of black loose fit jeans, and slipping on some black high-tops. A dull look for a depressed soul. Basically sign which shows everyone hes the type of lonely person. A half-hour later, he found himself staring at the door. Eyeing the knob as his hand always had a jolt of action to reach and grab for it. Questions pondered and piled in his mind, constantly telling him what hell experience once hes out there. Damn...it! Im not going to stay in here forever! With a confident pouty look, he grabbed the knob and opened the door swiftly. The cool breeze raided inside, also consuming his entire clothed body. Beautiful kiss... He slightly smiled, the wind always kissed him whenever he opens the door quickly. Also seemed as if it was the only thing that loved to see him. As a few minutes went by, he went walking around the apartment complex. Watching windows sway in the rooms of others as he passed. The whole complex was quiet, actually giving it an eery feeling. It was all dull and cold until he turned to a corner and bumped head to head with someone. Guh!?! His head flew back is if he got thumped in the head. He grunted a little and looked up at the unfortunate person he now probably annoyed. Oh...! I-I Im really sorry...! I shouldve been more attentive!
Posted on: Sun, 30 Nov 2014 22:05:57 +0000
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