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Riot and Boy
have been best friends since they can remember. Their families lived next door to each other and even before the two boys could walk, they were babbling to each other on play mats and laughing at jokes in their baby language that only they could understand. It was no surprise that as they grew older, their relationship blossomed from friendship to something more.
When the were little, they married each other by the sandbox and played house in the treehouse that their fathers had built for them during the summer.
By middle school, boy
discovered girls, while Riot didn't want anyone but him. Thus began the fights between them, though they were still practically inseparable. They were both in the 'popular' crowd, more so to please boy
than Riot, who wouldn't have minded being left alone half of the time. Their early teen years were those in which they began experimenting with each other, finding out that their feelings for each other were beyond those of friendship.
High school was when things really got out of hand. It was no secret that Riot was gay, and the bashing started rather early in his freshman year, continuing straight through to graduation. But through it all, their relationship remained strong and soon enough, their fake marriage as children turned into a real wedding as adults.
[ Basically, this is going to be more of a story than a roleplay. I have a set timeline, but what happens during and between those events is entirely up to the twists and turns that we both throw into it. Even though it's a little more detailed than usual, don't be afraid to throw little twists in, as long as it follows the basic plot idea
I'd like real photos, please. :) We're going to start with them as children, then phase to middle school, followed by high school.. and eventually university/adulthood. I'd really like it if you had pictures for all of them. :3O2.
Literacy is important! Spelling errors every so often are acceptable, but I want proper punctuation and grammar at all times.O3.
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Post regularly. Don't take forever to do so. If you're going to be away, let me know so I don't kick you from the roleplay for being inactive.O5.
Rules may be added. Title the skeleton PM 'never stop loving' if you've read the rules thus far.O6.
Fill out the skeleton like mine. :3O7.
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Your character will be the 'seme' of the relationship. :3`CharactersSkeletonName: Obviously your characters name, include nicknames here.Age: There will be four timeskips throughout the roleplay. Have the ages your character will be at each of them here. I'd like it if your character was a little older than mine, even if only by a few months.Birthday: Just what it says. Don't bother including the year. :3Personality: If you want, you can indicate differences in personality as he grows - or just have a general description.Appearance: Photo links, please and thank you. For all the ages listed above, preferably.Short Bio: Exactly as it says. A short bio to give a little background on your character. Anything else will be found out in the roleplay itself.
Riot Mir Rivers ; Ry.Age:
Six ; Twelve/Thirteen ; Seventeen/Eighteen ; Twenty/Twenty-one.Birthday:
Innocent and childlike, he's not afraid to speak his mind no matter what the consequences. Though he's bullied in High School, he doesn't take it to heart and instead just deals with it through writing music. He has a tendency to be jealous over little things - though especially over girls hanging off of his best friend.Appearance: Age Six
; Age Twelve/Thirteen
; Age Seventeen/Eighteen
; Age Twenty/Twenty-one
[The older photos are subject to change. I'll let you know if they do get changed. :3]Short Bio:
Riot was adopted from Japan when he was only a few days old - his adopted parents both from wealthy families. His mother, Izzi, owns a landscaping company, and his father Jason is the CEO of a record label. As teenagers, both his parents were sort of rebels/hippies, hence his unusual name. His birth parents were Korean and Japanese, thus giving him a mixed racial background. He'd always known he was adopted [despite the fact that it was rather obvious], and while part of him longs to meet the parents that had given him up, he doesn't want to hurt his adopted parents by finding them.Name:
Bram Trinnean CormacAge:
Seven; Thirteen/Fourteen; Eighteen/Nineteen; Twenty-One/Twenty-TwoBirthday:
Fearless, bold, proud, and defensive. Later on, as hormones come into his brain, he becomes lecherous and rude.Appearance: Seven
; Twenty-One/Twenty-TwoShort Bio:
His mother was knocked-up from a previous break-up when she got married. Bram looks nothing like his mother, so it's obvious he doesn't belong to the man he calls 'Dad'. When the middle aged man gets intoxicated, it's all he tells him. People mention it occassionally, bu that's the time his fist meets their face.
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|| Don't apologize. ^^ I understand that the idea of this can be a bit more tricky to write with the character, but we can do a timeskip soon where they're a bit older. I also must apologize, however, for taking almost two weeks to reply. I really don't have an excuse, though, I just accidentally kept letting it slip because I'd have something else I had to do, and when I went to reply, I couldn't think of anything to write.||
Riot smiled as he heard Bram's response, nodding a bit as the older boy spoke and biting his lip a little as he tried to think of some of the other boys that Bram was friends with. Even though he and Bram were, what he liked to think, best friends, he knew that Bram had friends from school since the two were unfortunately not placed in the same class. He'd only met one or two of them, though, because they seemed to be the kind of people that didn't like hanging out with younger kids - even though Riot wasn't that much younger than them in the first place.
"I don't think Jason likes me much," he said softly with pursed lips. "But I hope your momma can invite lots of people. Weddings are supposed to be big parties, so we'll have more fun if more people come," he added with a happy grin, basically forgetting the statement he'd previously made. For some reason, Riot had a habit of doing things like that, and his mother often joked that he had something wrong with him that he couldn't remember the name of, since it was too long and had big words, but his Daddy often referred to it as ADHD, whatever that was.
Blowing air into his cheeks, he picked a card only to move a few squares up on the board to the first orange colored block. Even though Candyland was a simple game, he rarely ever won, but that didn't really bother him. He liked playing the game with Bram, even if it wasn't his favorite.
"Cheesecake is yummy," he said, licking his lips at the thought of the dessert. When his friend mentioned that his mother was going to bake cookies, the younger boy's eyes lit up and his smile brightened. "Really? Your Momma's cookies are the bestest," he said with a nod of his head to confirm his statement.
(<<I took a lot longer. I apologize. I've just been having some personal shit go on. And, this is one I have to think about, since I don't think like a seven year old, so I didn't want to put up a crap-shit post.>>)
Bram shrugged, smiling as he set the cards in their place. "I don't know. We can ask! Momma will let us, I think. She likes the Turners and they live down the street. She'll probably call some of my friends from school. My friend, Jason, from my class... he had a big birthday part last weekend. She knows a lot of the mommas from there."
A smile crossed his face as he got to get a pass to Jolly's Gumdrops. His first move and he was already so far ahead! Of course, he could always lose a turn or get another card that sent him far back when he was towards the end of the game. There was so much that could happen and different ways to lose.
"She likes Miss Hell-Fick-Fick. She makes cheesecake," he paused, remembering what his mother promised to bake for snack time. "Momma's gonna make cookies."
|| I apologize for the reply taking so long. I've been extremely busy for the past little while, what with studying for exams and my prom last week. I didn't want to rush the post for this like I've been doing with others. ||
Riot followed Bram closely, as usual, as the older boy skipped towards his room - though the young Asian boy decided to walk a few paces behind him. His mind was racing with all the ideas for their wedding coming up, wondering if real weddings were anything like what he saw on the television, or in the Disney movies he was so fond of watching. A small smile tugged at his lips at that thought. He definitely wanted his wedding to be like a wedding that the Disney Princesses had - he'd be the Princess and Bram would be his Prince Charming. It would be the best wedding ever, and all the girls in his class would be jealous, but mostly because he knew they all liked his best friend and wanted him to be their boyfriend, but he knew girls really had cooties, and that no boy should ever want to date them.
As soon as they reached Bram's room, Riot shrugged off his bag and set it on the floor near the edge of the boy's bed, sitting down next to it and watching as Bram climbed the stepstool to get the game. Being in his best friend's room was always a drastic change from his own, slightly unorganized room. Neither of his parents were the neatest of people, and that had rubbed off on Riot, too, but Bram's room was always so perfectly put away. It was a nice change, and even though Riot was only a child, he could appreciate the cleanliness of it.
Sitting back as the game was set up - knowing that if he tried to help, he'd only frustrate Bram and mess it up somehow - he giggled slightly as the older boy covered the picture of Prince Licorice. "Do you think your Mommy will let us invite our friends from school to our wedding?" he asked curiously as they moved their pieces around the board. Riot bit his lip curiously as he waited for an answer from Bram, hoping that he'd say 'yes'. From what he knew, weddings always had a big party afterwards, and parties weren't really that fun unless you had your friends with you.
Bram smiled at the boy as he began skipping off to his room. His closet was filled with bins and crates; all were labeled, nice and neat. The board games were located on shelves, sorted into alphabetical order. In fact, everything was sorted into the different types and colors. His psycho-something-or-other, Dr. Kade, said that he had a sort of disorder, something in his brain that made him act in such an odd way. But, he just liked to have all of his possessions put in the place they belonged. Mrs. Cormac once told him that his father was the same way, yet his daddy was messier than hospital gift shops! He didn't really understand what she was talking about, like usual when it concerned his biology. Quite frankly, he thought adults were just silly!
He pulled the stepstool up to the different levels of wooden planks. "Apples to Apples... Balderdash... Brain Quest... Candy Land! I found it!" Bram handed down the box and then set the previous items on the shelf, making sure they were level with the edge of the wood. They took apart the game: setting up the cards in an orderly fashion after being shuffled from their colors and sorted pictures, picking the gender of their representation once they were pulled from the sealed bag, and finishing with the covering of the Prince Licorice's picture for it reminded the Cormac boy of 'Zorro'. Marié said it looked like some kind of Italian devil.
As they took part in the little manufactured race, Bram's mother made calls. It didn't take long to make good on the favors people owed her. After all, she saved numerous parties and became the hero of several women. Besides, all of her friends thought a marriage between two children would be simply adorable! Miss Hellefinficker would make her famous cheesecake casserole; the Bullocks were planning to supply the adult beverages. Jim was bringing pigs-in-a-blanket and Josh would make sure he recorded the entire ordeal. Paul worked for the county and would bring over a marriage license for the children to sign. The Custris family, the people who owned the local Costume Shoppe, said they would let the boys have fancy bow-ties for the event. And, Mr. Jefferson was going help get the entire show set up. It seemed that living in a close-knit town had its perks.
But, it would take a while to make all of those invitations.
Riot laughed as he stumbled along behind Bram towards the kitchen, letting his best friend drag him without complaints. He stayed silent as the older boy asked his mother what they needed to get married, his tummy was beginning to churn with excitement. He'd seen weddings in movies before, and from what he remembered, they were always really pretty, and had a lot of people at them with really yummy looking food.
He listened intently, his face adorably serious, as the woman began to list what they'd need before asking why they wanted to know. A scarlet blush colored his cheeks when Bram announced that the two of them were getting married, though he nodded his head furiously in agreement.
As Marié patted their heads, Riot pursed his lips for a moment at the thought of their wedding being in a few hours. What were they going to wear? He knew that in movies, the girls wore pouffy white dresses, and the boys wore itchy looking tuxedos, but he was only wearing an old t-shirt and his favorite rainbow shorts. At least his shirt was white, right? That had to count for something.
Bram's voice pulled him from his thoughts, placing a finger to his lip as he tapped it a few times after the blonde boy said his mother had thrown out his crayons, and suggested a few games that they could play. "I brought my washable markers that Mommy bought me brand new the other day," he said, gesturing to the bag on his back. "We should make invitations to our wedding!" he exclaimed excitedly, prattling on for a moment about who they had to give them to. ".. but let's play Candyland first," he concluded suddenly, his face gone from excited to serious within a split second - something that wasn't out of the ordinary for the Asian boy.
"Okay," Bram said gleefully. He dragged his best friend to the kitchen to do some planning; the puppy hot on their trail. He sure didn't know what they needed for marriage, but his mother did! Her job was to plan parties. "Hey, Momma..."
"What do you need to get married?"
Slowly, the woman loaded the dishwasher, glancing at her son. "Well, it depends on how much money the person has to spend on it. But, weddings have flowers, cake, a preacher or a justice of the peace, food, music, dancing, and guests. Why do you want to know?"
Bram grinned from ear to ear as he asked, "How much can I get for two dollars and fifty-three cents? Riot and me are getting married!"
She laughed, patting the two boys's heads. "I'll see what I can whip up. But, for now, why don't the two of you do something else. I've got to make a few calls if I'm going to put together my son's wedding in a couple hours. I think your mother would want a copy of the pictures, Riot."
The blonde headed boy sighed, looking at his friend. "Well, now what do we do? Momma threw away my crayons." The Cormac child seemed sad that his art utensils were in the trash due to his 'experimenting on the drywall'. "I've got Candyland. Or, we could play Uno."
Riot could almost see the gears turning in his best friend's brain as he tried to think of something for them to do. He almost always left the planning decisions up to the older boy, knowing that whatever they did it'd be fun as long as they were together. Their daily adventures were always different, and it greatly pleased the young Asian boy that he always had fun with Bram and that they always found something they both loved to do together, even though Riot wasn't fond of a lot of the games that he saw Bram playing with their other friends.
Hearing the suggestion of getting married, Riot scrunched his nose and pursed his lips slightly. While it sounded fun, he didn't think it'd be much of a game. Getting married was something adults did, and according to his Mommy, they only did it when they loved each other and wanted to spend the rest of their life together. He did love Bram, didn't he? And he didn't mind the idea of spending the rest of his life with his best friend. Marrying him sounded like a brilliant plan, in Riot's mind.
"Yeah!" he said excitedly, a bright smile on his face as he tried to remember exactly what a wedding was like. He'd never been to one that he could remember, and he only saw pieces of them on television or in movies. "Let's get married in the back yard," he suggested, his tone of voice rather happy.
Bram shrugged, also unsure of the adventures to take part in today. He racked his young brain, going from half-assed plot to dangerous idea. Maybe they could build a fort, or use chairs and a sheet to sail a ship. Space pirates! No... Ninjas! Riot and he could defend the house against the vile and nasty Mr. McFluffles!
Yes, he could see it now. With Riot on his side, there's no way his pet Rottweiler could take over the dining room. Their teamwork was a sure fire thing! But, perhaps Bram's mother would allow them to take out the water guns to the back yard and play on the trampoline... then, they could play army.
Wait, Army was Tommy's favorite game. Riot enjoyed the girlier adventures. Bram didn't mind either way, for it was fun to be with his best friend. So, to satisfy the Asian boy, he tried to remember what those two men were doing on the television last night that had his parents arguing.
"I know! Let's get married!"
Seeing the door open, Riot immediately began laughing happily as he saw his best friend, his small arms wrapping around him in a tight, quick hug before letting him go as Bram said his name excitedly. "Bram!" he said with just as much enthusiasm, jumping over the threshold of the door and into the house, kicking off his shoes and clutching both straps of his backpack that was slung on his back. He vaguely heard his mother laughing at the two young boys, but he didn't register it entirely.
Looking at Marié, Izzi smiled thankfully towards the other woman. "I appreciate this so much," she said softly before calling to the little Asian boy that had captured her heart the moment she saw him. Riot looked up at her for a moment, his beanie sliding down over his eyes before he pulled it up and smiled happily. "Mommy has to go now. Be good for Marié and have fun with Bram, okay?" she asked, kissing him on the forehead. "I'll see you tonight. I love you, baby boy," Izzi added before straightening up and walking out through the front door, closing it gently behind her.
After his mother left, the six year old turned to the other two occupants of the house, his wide smile still firmly on his lips. "Thank you for letting me stay here," he told Marié, always trying his best to be polite when he was at other peoples' houses, just as his mother and father had taught him. Turning to his best friend, he tilted his head a little, causing the hat to fall down once again, and he pursed his lips as he pushed it back up.
"What're we gonna do t'day?" he asked excitedly, his words coming out in the jumbled fashion that they usually did when he didn't slow down enough to speak properly. The small boy was almost bouncing on the balls of his feet, not being able to wipe the happy look from his face no matter how hard he tried.
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