I know I've never posted anything like this before, but friend of mine is having a family crisis and I can't help on my own.
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I know I've never posted anything like this before, but friend of mine is having a family crisis and I can't help on my own.

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Who would be clutching on to the other person whispering, “Don’t die,” while the other is covered in blood?
Mellin grabbed for mortality, always just out of reach to them. A bird, a flower, and true love. A genuine love full of compassion and frustration and worry. They let down their family, left their world, and followed this one young man into mortality only for him to be snatched from their fingers by that selfsame coveted thing.
"Please."
His anguish closed off his throat and ended the word with a squeak, punctuating what was otherwise a demand with a question mark instead.
"I don't know how to live if I lose you, Tomás! you can't die without me! Please don't die!" He sobbed, breaking down at last.
Tomás didn't answer, only coughed weakly and smiled a wan smile. He tried to lift his hand to comfort Mellin, but his battered body simply wouldn't cooperate. His blood drenched Mellin's tunic but the ethereal far didn't seem to notice, only pulling Tomás closer to them and holding him tighter. A tear slid down Tomás' cheek and Mellin bent slightly to kiss it.
"I won't see you again if you die, Tomás..." Mellin whispered, barely audible. "I'm not like you. Please— don't leave me."
Some character asks I thought up
1. Where do they look when they walk? (The sky, the ground, the middle distance, straight ahead?)
2. If they have a problem, who is the first to know? Who is the last?
3. What do people assume about them that isn’t true?
4. What do people assume about them that IS true?
5. What kind of humor do they like? Are they funny, or do their jokes suck ass?
6. What do they do with their hands when standing in one spot? (Put in pockets, twiddle thumbs, fiddle with shit?)
7. If they could change one thing they said in their past, what would it be?
8. Do they have plans for the future? If so, are those plans likely to succeed?
9. When did they first fall in love?
10. When did they first have their heart broken?
11. Is there someone they love who hates them?
12. Is there someone they hate who loves them?
13. How do they sleep? (Duration, time of day, what setting)
14. How do they tell stories? Are they captivating or boring? Do they tell it how it is, embellish their tales, or make shit up entirely?
15. Can they be trusted with a secret? Have they been entrusted with any big secrets?
16. What’s one personal secret they haven’t told a soul?
17. Who was their childhood best friend? Are they still friends?
18. What’s the one thing always going on in the back of their mind?
19. What factors determine whether they will get along with someone?
20. Is there anything they’re good at but hate doing?
I mean, what was the point of having a roleplay blog if no one wanted to roleplay or interact?
I feel you.
Which OC went to a fancy party wearing a sweatshirt and sneakers?
Eidard wouldn't do that, he's fancy as all get out when it comes to clothing.
Thomas wouldn't do that, he's as flamboyant as his father.
Roland doesn't exactly wear clothes.
But Mellin, Mellin is EXACTLY the sort of person to do that.
Thomas lounged across a saddle he had dropped haphazardly on the floor of the stable. He was supposed to have put it away but hadn’t felt like making the effort. It was hot and humid and his hair stuck limply to his damp forehead, slightly darker than usual.

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Since I was making These Anyway
This is sorta what I look like
Roland Is
A very good boy
A handsome doggo
Thomas Is
A good kid who tries his hardest to be a great man
He had a rough start
Eidard Is
Almost a good man
And a very good cook
Mellin Is
A genderless fae
Kind as as a curious fae could be

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The Guardian sulks as he watches his friends from a distance. Despite the fact that he isn’t at all comfortable with even the concept of a ball, he feels a mild irritation that he isn’t able to join in the festivities. Eidard, for that is his name, turns away from the bustling and activity of those who excitedly prepare themselves and, in the case of one friend their home, for the night’s festivities.
He looks sullenly at his hands for a moment, dirt is caked under his nails from the work he is doing, and his fingertips, already dark, are stained black with ink. His clothes aren’t any better. He brushes his hands on his light grey, loose, muslin pants and then rubs his face. A slight chuckle escapes him as he realizes that he’s only made his appearance worse.
Never a heartthrob, even in his best attire, The Guardian stands a little slouched but still far too tall at six foot seven. His pants have brown-grey patches on the knees, and now hand-shaped smears of dirt on his upper thigh. His shirt is a deep green, sleeveless, handmade thing that’s older than the large ash tree he stands under. His feet are bare, and the cloak on the ground beside him is a midnight blue, and he’s quite fond of it.
I can’t seem to find my old post that had all of the references attached, so I’m throwing this up here for now.