Individual Roleplay

The Depressed Girl

Warning: As you can see from the title above, this chapter will have depressing themes and such. If you are not comfortable with this, then you may move on as you please.

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|Name|
"Why should I bother telling you? You won't remember anyways..." The girl muttered, sighing. (Bailey Ratcliffe)

|Nickname|
"Oh, I have a few, but none of them a very nice..." She said with a small shake of her head. (None, so what ever you like)

|Age|
"I'm 16, but why does that matter?" She asked, a bit confused.

|Gender|
"Um, I would think that was obvious..." She said, feeling a bit offended. (Female)

|Sexuality|
"I'm straight..." She said quietly with a light blush. (Straight, sorry ladies~)

|Apperance|
"I'm right here... I know I'm not the prettiest thing in the world..." She said quietly, looking down.

{Bailey has natural white hair and piercing blue eyes. Her clothing mainly consists of dark hoodies and slightly oversized sweaters with jeans or sweatpants and converses}

|Personality|
"I'm...not sure..." She murmured. (Bailey is depressed, to start with. Though not many people notice since she always hides her pain with a smile. She's the type to never show her pain to others, mainly because she dislikes being pitied. She's very quiet though very sweet, kind, and caring, but also sensitive and a bit emotional)

|Likes|
"Well, I kinda like bing alone..." The girl said quietly. (Its true, she does like being along most of the time. She likes quiet and peaceful places while reading her favorite books or just listening to music. She also loves ice cream, her favorite being the cookies n cream flavor.)

|Dislikes|
"Bullies...my dad..." She said quietly, barely audible. (She hates bullies, as well as her father. She also hates when people stereotype her as people who are attention whores just because she's depressed, which is why she never tells anyone how she feels. She dislikes being pitied, it makes her feel weak. She also dislikes (sometimes) the marks she gives herself. She also hates getting yelled at and being abused)

|Species|
"I'm pretty sure I'm human..." She said, raising a brow as she looked up at you. (Human)

|Powers|
"I just said I was human, didn't I...?" (None)

|Backstory|
Bailey bit her bottom lip and looked away. "I-I'd rather not talk about it..." She whispered. (Bailey has had it bad since the beginning. When she was born, her mother died from the childbirth, and ever since her father blamed her for his wife's death. As punishment, he would abuse her physically and sexually. Then once she got to middle school, she started getting bullied for her natural white hair, kids calling her a freak. The bullying continued on to highschool, the teens there now bullying her just for the fun of it because if how sensitive and emotional she is.)

|Other|
"I-I don't think so..." She said quietly. (She has a little brown dog named Coco)

{Coco👆}

|Scenario 1|
You and Bailey had been friends for a while now, though you had never known about her depression nor the trouble she was going through at home. So you decided to pay her a little visit, a small box of her favorite ice cream that you knew she loved so much in your hand. When you found her house, you saw that there was no car there, so you assumed her dad wasn't home but you wanted to check up on her anyways. You walked up to the door and turned the knob, it surprisingly being unlocked. You walked inside carefully to see that the house was a mess, broken glass on the floor from what you assumed to be from broken cups and some holes in the wall. You hear muffled sobs coming from inside and looking around, going down a hall then into a room to find Bailey curled up on her bed crying, only covered in her grey sweater and shorts. What do you do?

|Scenario 2|
It was a Monday morning, what joy! Not really. You had a Starbucks coffee in your hands to try to keep you awake all day. Suddenly, someone ran into you, spilling the hot coffee all over your shirt. "Oh, I-I'm so sorry! I-it was an accident, I-I swear...!" A young girl with white hair and blue eyes says, biting down on her bottom lip as she looked around frantically for something to wipe your shirt, afraid you would yell at her. You...?

|Scenario 3|
Make one up