He wasn’t familiar with the trademark nerdy wit. It was something entirely new. ❛ Huh. That so? ❜ Steve was accustomed to the limited company of Tommy and Carol, who might as well been a packaged pair, since neither strayed too far from the other.The smile on his lips flickered until it lifted the corner of his mouth. ❛ So you don’t care at all about what your sister and I get up to at ALL? ❜
Steve was an only child, so he DIDN’T know how things
like this went. He was pretty much given free reign to do as he pleased
so long as his big shot dad didn’t find out. That meant keeping any and
all extracurricular activities under close wraps and a secret from his
mother as well, which wasn’t much of a problem. It wasn’t like she kept
her ears peeled or voluntarily wanted to know what he got up to, so as long as he played it smart — neither of his parents were any the WISER and he could have his fun. His stunt with relaxation
against the back of his car didn’t grind to a halt. His gaze narrowed,
but popped back open as if he placed tiny springs in the corners to keep
himself reacting. ❛ Hey! I mean you just… Caught me at a BAD moment. I’m normally stealthy like a ninja. ❜ Well, he tried to be. Then again Steve never tried as hard as he did with Nancy. He never cared half as much.
Mike had front row seats to watch him, clumsy by moonlight and twice as pitiable. ❛ It’s how you stick the landing.
❜His self-important voice didn’t lose his buoyancy, certainty written in his features as he slid his gaze across Mike’s form.❛
THAT’S what’s most important. ❜ Considering the extent of his
interests extended to automobiles and hot girls, his brain drew a blank
in finding any way they could possibly relate. What was a boy his age and with a mop of flat hair like his interested in? He seemed like a geek, a TOTAL geek, but even girls got crushed, right? ❛ Don’t tell me there’s never been a girl you wanted to impress, ❜
he asked of his stare. Nailed it.
❝ Whatever helps you sleep at night. ❞
Mike wasn’t going to try and argue with the logic of a guy who’s ego was probably bigger than the quiff on top of his head, even if he really, really wanted to. He didn’t even bother saying ‘no, I definitely don’t care what you and my sister get up to, because whatever it is probably really gross.’ Instead, his heart catches up with his head as Steve’s last question finally registers in his ears, and the snarky melts into something very defensive.
It’s not as if he was really lying—-he hadn’t felt the need to impress her yet, but he definitely felt like he was getting there. That, though, wasn’t the problem ( or, he’d tell himself that, at least ); the problem was the fact that Steve, who—-and this is only from what he’s heard during phone calls between Nancy and Barb, all of which was one-sided for Mike—-was considered some semblance of a small town HEARTTHROB, was asking Mike, of all people, something like that. Was he trying to be funny?
Rocking forward onto his toes to gain some height ( it did absolutely nothing ) and narrowing his eyes a tad in the process ( he looked anything but intimidating ), he tries to come up with a retort as quick as he had only moments ago, but he can’t seem to spit anything remotely intelligent out.
❝ We’re not talking about me! Besides, even if I did, I wouldn’t go around calling myself a ‘ninja’. ❞
Rest assured that, if I have followed you, I have read your rules. If you approach me and ask for a thread, I will read your rules. Your rules are as important as mine, and I will try my best to respect them and keep them in mind, I simply ask for the same respect in return.
II.
I am twenty-one, but my muse is only thirteen, which means I am unwilling to roleplay anything remotely sexual. A special case would be that it's during the verse where he is decidely twenty-three years old, but that would be especially rare and most likely will not happen as I am almost never comfortable enough with another person to do so. Any other type of NSFW, though, is fine - I am all for the blood, guts and glory.
III.
I reserve the right to drop a thread if need be. This might be because I don't see it going anywhere, or I simply lost muse for it. This doesn't mean I won't ever roleplay with you again, and I encourage you to do tons of threads with me.
IV.
I write a lot, and I tend to go overboard quite often. This is because I prefer novella, but this doesn't mean I won't do anything else with you. but, I at least hope I get as much effort in a reply as I put out, even if it isn't an entire paragraph.
V.
Ships are fine, and I am incredibly open with them, but I will not tolerate force-shipping on my muse of any kind. This doesn't mean that your muse can't flirt with mine, even if my muse does not take it well; please, feel free to do your character justice, and if that means openly flirting, go right ahead. But, if I openly say I am not comfortable with a ship, I wish that to be the end of it. Anything to do with ships and shipping in general can be discussed privately, so we're both clear on terms and whats going to happen.
VI.
Lastly, I will not participate in any roleplays that include rape, pedophilia, or anything of the sort. I don't condone these sorts of things, and I will refuse them on the spot, with no further discussion. Push me on these things, and you will be blocked.
Set during the main plot of 'Stranger things', taking place at any time during the main canon. Mike is anything but an ordinary middle school student, and Hawkins is anything but an ordinary little town, even if they both seem so on the outside. Something sinister is dwelling in the shadows, something that's seemingly coated in the very worst of every horror story and dungeon monster, and it's blood thirsty—-thankfully, dungeon experience isn't exactly something Mike is inept in.
It's been ten years since Hawkins, Indiana experienced the frightening impossibilities of life as we know it, and Mike is finally beginning to build a life of his own on top of it all. Choosing a college and a major to match seem to be the most stressful thing readily available to him, but something tells him that's going to be the very least of his worries pretty soon.
Will's strange abilities started during the summer just before he entered kindergarten, where vivid 'hallucinations' would come to him at any moment, and the visions of events yet to come were always followed by a migraine that could bring you to your knees. It was hard to hide it from his three best friends, but then he never really wanted to to begin with—-the deal was sealed with a promise never to tell anyone else, and every episode was explained away with medical gargin and well thought-out lies. Still, even with the best, most careful cover up, he was bound to be found sooner or later. As it were, it came to be sooner rather than later, and suddenly Will was missing and they were left with no clues and an empty space at every table, in every classroom, in their lives. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what might've happened to him, and his mother's insistence on the matter made it so incredibly easy to get involved with a lopsided search and rescue. Easy to start, at least, but not to finish—-leads went nowhere and every time they thought they were getting close to finding him they only ended up disappointed, another trail gone cold and nothing to show for it. It isn't until they run into her—-it wasn't her name tattooed on her arm or the fact that her name suggested she wasn't the first or the fact that she could move things with her mind that made her special—-that possibilities began to open before them. She, too, was a well kept secret between friends that was bound to be spilled eventually, but she was hope and they vowed to protect that, to protect her, no matter the cost. They never gave up, even when it seemed the world was out to get them and everything seemed bleak and super heroes seemed so much more tragic than they ever had before—-even when Eleven disappeared, too, and their hope dwindled once again.
tldr; will has walmart brand super powers and gets taken away to hone his skills and have them be used for god knows what and eleven is an escaped angel all over again and comic book heroes lose their appeal. the boys are on the hunt to find them but luck isn't on their side and everything sucks. idk i'll try to clean this up later ya bitch is tired af
❛ There is light and beauty that no shadow can touch. ❜
STATISTICS
birth name &&. ❛ michael wheeler ❜
birth place &&. ❛ hawkins, indiana ❜
nickname(s) &&. ❛ mike, frogface ❜
age (as of today) &&. ❛ thirteen ❜
gender &&. ❛ trans male ❜
height &&. ❛ 5'5'' ❜
eye color &&. ❛ brown ❜
hair color &&. ❛ dark brown ❜
species &&. ❛ human ❜
personality &&. ❛ benevolent , patient , ambitious , loyal , resourceful , very independent , sincere , stubborn , awkward , optimistic , impulsive. ❜
sexuality &&. ❛ bisexual ❜
occupation &&. ❛ student ❜
specialty &&. ❛ fantastical views and unorthodox thinking ❜
MAIN.
FORESEEABLE FUTURE.
UNDECIDED.
MARVEL.