Maricruz wasn’t sure why, beyond wanting to hang around her sister, she went to the arcade. The games were all in English and, in most cases, too violent for her liking. While Julieta was bound to be off her shift in an hour, she was too busy shouting at rambunctious teenagers to spend time with Mari. She decided to use the quarters her uncle sent her out with to play a game with what looked like a pizza missing a slice. She slipped a coin into “Pac-Man” and watched the screen confused as she died almost immediately, attacked by a ghost in her efforts to get dots. Frustrated, she looked over to a boy about her age, nudging him quickly. She still had a few lives and thought it stupid to squander them. “Want to play?” She asked quickly, gesturing to the controls.
❝ Uh—-sure? ❞
Amongst the other beeps and blips that fill the arcade, Mike almost missed the sound of her voice—-even after acknowledging it, he had to check twice to make sure she was talking to him. The request itself wasn’t all that strange, and truthfully neither was the girl that asked it, but it still seemed off-putting somehow ( perhaps it was the fact that she was still clearly in the middle of playing her own game, and Mike would never allow someone else to play for him—-a quarter is worth too much in here, afterall! ). Carefully, as if she’d swallow her question back up any second now, he slides the palm of his handle over the smooth plastic of the joystick, fingertips easily finding the colorful buttons on the other side of the machine. One last questioning glance is thrown her way, before the familiar music captures his attention and pac-man quickly appears on the screen, mouth open and ready to devour everything in front of him.
❝ Do you just need help figuring it out, or do you really want me to play the rest of your game? ❞
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.