Rachael
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Looking for a roleplay that involves my character(Rachael) who has just experienced an episode of memory loss, as she stumbles around lost, clueless and exhausted. She finds herself running into(__________) (whoever your character would be. Supernatural or any type of creature. From there we can go on. Message me if you are interested!
RP sample: The scarf was wrapped twice around her pale scrawny neck; on a rainy, muddy day that she did not expect to happen, her whole schedule was off and her OCD was not happy.
The biting cold chilled her fingers into clumsy numbness, the cold seeped into her toes and spread painfully throughout her feet as if it were her bare feet on the pristine icy whiteness rather than high heels. Her lips turned a bluish hue as her teeth chatted like a pneumatic drill. It was seven forty and she was supposed to be at her apartment; cleaning. But no, she was walking in the freezing temperature trying to find her way to her apartment because she had forgotten where it was. Now her amnesia and memory loss was the main purpose for the female to shut down and stay quiet. What was the point of talking to someone when in the end you would forget them?
What was the point of doing anything different than simply following a routine? So you know what you are doing, and know where you are going every second of your day.
She never spoke and when she did, it was a usual snarky remark. Or a sentence to shut the other person up. Interacting was something she never liked to do and rarely did, that is why she had a schedule, to keep her busy.. Within exactly four minutes having passed the sight of the apartment came into view. All that was heard was a sigh that was filled with relief. It didn’t take longer than one minute to urge up the steps and clutch onto the ice felt doorknob; twisting.
The moment she moved into her home the sound of clocks ticking in synchronized music could be heard all throughout her home.. And this, this brought a sense of relaxation. She had a total of ten clocks scurried and precisely placed around her apartment. And she loved it.
This was her safe place. The one place she enjoyed being, waiting four seconds before entering her home the stride towards the kitchen she made.
Wake up, go to the coffee shop, then the library, and then park. And finally, return home to make dinner and sleep. That was the same thing she did every day, and she liked it. Even with her memory loss, it seemed the schedule was indented in her mind no matter what happened in her head. This was Rachael. A human that was not close to being interesting, a human that lived by the ticking of a clock.-
RP sample: The scarf was wrapped twice around her pale scrawny neck; on a rainy, muddy day that she did not expect to happen, her whole schedule was off and her OCD was not happy.
The biting cold chilled her fingers into clumsy numbness, the cold seeped into her toes and spread painfully throughout her feet as if it were her bare feet on the pristine icy whiteness rather than high heels. Her lips turned a bluish hue as her teeth chatted like a pneumatic drill. It was seven forty and she was supposed to be at her apartment; cleaning. But no, she was walking in the freezing temperature trying to find her way to her apartment because she had forgotten where it was. Now her amnesia and memory loss was the main purpose for the female to shut down and stay quiet. What was the point of talking to someone when in the end you would forget them?
What was the point of doing anything different than simply following a routine? So you know what you are doing, and know where you are going every second of your day.
She never spoke and when she did, it was a usual snarky remark. Or a sentence to shut the other person up. Interacting was something she never liked to do and rarely did, that is why she had a schedule, to keep her busy.. Within exactly four minutes having passed the sight of the apartment came into view. All that was heard was a sigh that was filled with relief. It didn’t take longer than one minute to urge up the steps and clutch onto the ice felt doorknob; twisting.
The moment she moved into her home the sound of clocks ticking in synchronized music could be heard all throughout her home.. And this, this brought a sense of relaxation. She had a total of ten clocks scurried and precisely placed around her apartment. And she loved it.
This was her safe place. The one place she enjoyed being, waiting four seconds before entering her home the stride towards the kitchen she made.
Wake up, go to the coffee shop, then the library, and then park. And finally, return home to make dinner and sleep. That was the same thing she did every day, and she liked it. Even with her memory loss, it seemed the schedule was indented in her mind no matter what happened in her head. This was Rachael. A human that was not close to being interesting, a human that lived by the ticking of a clock.-
