“Jedi’s ?” The question was an innocent one as Klaus found his way to the sofa , sitting next to Mike & allowing the bowl to be placed in between them . Perhaps he had heard some things here & there about the EPIC SAGA that was Star Wars , but for the most part , the middle Baudelaire was clueless , which was a feat he HATED to be . Klaus knew a great many facts about a great many THINGS , & knowing that something so popular wasn’t one of them made him feel vulnerable .
“ Oh , um , THANK YOU , ” Of course the rich boy preferred tea or water , but he took the soda with a polite grin , setting the can on the side table in case he wanted it later . Both listening to Mike & the previews at the beginning of the movie , Klaus nodded slightly to prove he was paying ATTENTION , until he glanced at MIke with a bashful grin at the last comment . “ I suppose it’s a good thing that your mother likes me . After all , I am in her HOUSE , ”
Fingers would slowly reach out to grab a few pieces of the still - warm popcorn as eyes began to glue themselves to the television . It was likely that the middle Baudelaire BARELY watched anything on screen , except when him & his siblings would go to the movies with their Uncle Monty . But this was space , & action , & finally a chance for Klaus to learn about something that had a BIG impact on pop culture . “ This film made $1,554,475 on its opening weekend & broke MANY records after that . ” So maybe he knew something about the series .
Mike’s reply sounds even more juvenile than it would otherwise after Klaus’ educated statement, but he pays no mind as the previews continue to roll and he mouths along to a particular jingle that he’s heard a million times over ( a bit of an exaggeration, but not by much ).
❝ And, the Jedi are a group of people who can use ‘The Force,’ which is basically just manipulating the energy out in the universe that binds everything together. Using it gives them really cool abilities, like being able to move things without touching them and messing with people’s heads,
❞ Mike explains, gesturing with his hands as if he’s using The Force right there in his living room, though nothing moves and everyone’s thoughts remain intact.
❝ They don’t use it for evil, though. In short terms, they’re the ‘good guys’—-I mean, it’s a little more complicated than that, but you’ll see.❞
He stops himself when he notices he’s rambling, getting a little too excited at the prospect of not only watching one of his favorite films, but actually getting to talk about it, too ( well, without getting interrupted or told to shut up ). With his hands dropping back into his lap, he notes that they’re on the second to last preview, and the actual movie would be starting soon—-if it weren’t for the fact that he appreciated the genuine theatre experience, he would’ve already gotten up and pressed fast forward on the VHS player out of sheer excitement, but he restrains himself and instead preoccupies himself with talking once more.
❝ I know you said you don’t watch a lot of television or anything, but do you have any favorite movies? ‘Cause, we could always rent it and watch it next time.❞
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.