Pals' Role Play Book For Life

Our Role Play OCs

Oki! So we're Kat, and Emilee! And these are the characters that we'll be using for our role plays! Alright, here we go!

Emilee will be underlined so it's easier for you guys to figure out whose talking.

KittyWitty13

Name: Elisia Bix
Age: 15
Gender: Male
E/c: Bright blue eyes
H/c: Black hair
Height: 5"9
Personality: doesn't care about death or blood, all that matters to him is the people that are with him now. Is really dark and isn't scary at all.
Background: He lost his parents when he was 4 due to a fire that he started by trying to cook something, not really that's just what he believes, and now he lives with some relatives. He then also lost those relatives too, and so he was forced into a foster home. He has never smiled since his parents passed and he even hates himself, but now he has someone that he calls a friend. Though just as they got to the foster home they were locked out, but 2 people came and took the 2 teens in, and now they live together for now.
Hobbies: sits in places and just thinks or doesn't even think at all. Doesn't smile, only eats every other week, and doesn't talk to anyone, he writes things down for people to read.
Likes: Not Talking, Not Smiling, Fighting.
Dislikes: Not doing anything, people asking him if he'll talk to anyone, and animals.
Skills: Martial arts, painting, writing, and not saying a word to anyone.

Dilhowlter04

Name: Brian Baxter
Age: 15
Gender: Male
E/C: blue
H/C: brown with blue tips
Height: 5'0
Personality: B is his nickname that he tells everyone is his name B doesn't care about what normal people would care about like money or death (even though he has enough existential crisis in just a week to worry)
He is really dark and hates it when people are rude and usually ends up beating the crap out of a person
Background: his parents died of unknown reasons when he was around four years old none of his relatives want him so he got the pleasure of going into a foster home He is gay and proud of it he doesn't talk to strangers because his parents abused him socially and physically he has a eating disorder and shows signs of bipolarizam but would never admit it.
Hobbies: B likes watching this show called shameless and loves anime. MMA fighting taking care of the smaller kids in the home
Likes: MMA fighting, art ,taking care of people
Dislikes: rude people, talking to strangers , not doing anything at all
Skills: writing, drawing , MMA

Ok! So, everyone! First things first! So down below will be like a prologue, but it's more of the past. The past is of both boys of how they meet, and what happened to them for how they lost their parents. It may be sad, but please try not to cry, you can if you want, so just have fun! Alright, here we go!

Prologue:

-Elisia's POV-

I had just finished playing chess with my mom, and so she went down to fix supper. After what had felt like hours, mom came back up with some food. I ate what she cooked, it's her famous homemade lasagna. Because she did this for me, I thought I should make her a surprise dessert. So i went down in the middle of the night, and started the batter for her favorite dessert, sugar cookies, when I set them in the oven to bake I had something else to do. I left the kitchen, and then while I was getting the supplies, I heard a crash then I immediately smelled smoke. I ran to the kitchen and saw that it was caught on fire. Mom and dad were upstairs so i ran up their to see if they were ok, but when I got to their room, I saw burned bodies and saw that the fire had already spread to up here. When I turned to run, I didn't see any fire on the stairs. I thought nothing of it then ran out of the house crying my eyes out crying for help.

The next thing I knew was that I was moved to live with some relatives. I live with my Aunt Eliza, Uncle Woody, and Cousin Emily. Me and Emily got along perfectly. I had completely forgot about my parents, that is until one day. While me and Emily were trying to bake a cake, we had gone to the pantry to get the frosting when suddenly I heard screaming and then I smelled smoke. Emily followed me to the kitchen to find it burning. Someone grabbed Emily, then tried to grab me, but I kicked our attacker so he then ran into the fire. But, he still had Emily. I tried to save her, but she started burning with the man and then died. I heard screams from upstairs then they stopped. My Aunt and Uncle were dead. I ran out of the house, memories from before flooded my mind as I ran to get help. Then, I was forced into a foster home where I met my best friend. His name, Brian Baxter. Me? I'm Elisia Bix. Ever since I was 8, he's been there for me.

Now, we live together for the next 7 years of our lives as we try to get back to the foster home, but what will happen when we have 5 minutes to get there, when we're 15 minutes away?

Ok, that was Elisia's background story, now it's Brian's. After B's background story, we'll be RPing how they met. I hope you enjoy!

This part of the story contains self harm and child abuse
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I layed in the cot that I normally waited on when I was in trouble. I don't know what I did I made dinner. I probably made the wrong thing ,go going Brian. I walk into the bathroom and make two cuts on my arms I hear loud stomping coming up the stairs and then stop at the closet space right next to my room but I like to call the space the tourcher chamber that space is my worst enemy I cover up my cuts and run back to the cot and sit I wait a few min then the door slams open and "he" walks through the door I get up and once he sits down I move in front of him and kneel down back facing him

"Do you know why your here" he states

"No sir" I respond

"Well that adds
50 to your punishment" he adds

"Ok sir" I say not scared of what he will do to me I've been through it all

I take a deep breath then he starts

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He stands up and says "We'll finish this in the morning"

I fall forward in pain it got so bad that four years later when I turned 8 I got moved in to a foster home where I met my best and only friend Elisia Bix and 7 years later we're here running through town trying to get home in 5 min. But we both know that we not going to make it were 15min. away.

Alright everyone! This is how they meet, and why they're late and how they meet their new care takers. Talk to you later!

Elisia's POV

As soon as I was brought to the foster home, i was showed my room. I shared it with another boy. I'm not sure where he's at right now, but I know that I'll hate it here. For everything that's happened to me, I know someone's after me, but I don't know who. But, with me being here, there's a likely hood that these other kids are in danger too. For now, I won't smile for anyone, or talk for anyone. I guess I just gotta sit here til the other boy gets here. I pull out a pen and paper ready to write on when I see the door open, and a boy comes walking in.