Individual Roleplay 2.0 Edition

| Cancer |

💉«Name»💊
"You should know that...we've been friends since I was two years old..." She said, looking down. (Arielle Lynn Sabella)
💊«Nickname»💉
"You're the one who comes up with them, so why are you asking me?" She raised a brow. "Are you feeling alright...? Wow, that's a question that's usually directed towards me...huh." (Whatever you call her, like Ari or something)
💉«Age»💊
"Well they say to stay positive...so, 19 years and still going." She smiled a small smile, one that was pretty obviously fake.
💊«Gender»💉
Her round eyes saddened at this question and she looked back down to her lap, sniffling. "F-female..."
💉«Sexuality»💊
"Well... I mean..." She wiped her eyes and looked back up to you. "I'm straight...you know that. But...it doesn't really matter..."
💊«Species»💉
"Just because I practically live in a hospital with needles in me every second doesn't mean I'm not human..."
💉«Height»💊
"Well they take a physical on me once a month so it's safe to say that I know I'm still pretty short." She sighed softly, shaking her head. (5'3")
💊«Personality»💉
"Again, this is something that you should know considering we've been best friends for years..." (She used to be very positive, and fun-loving. Even after she was told about her cancer, she had remained happy and had a positive outlook. She always told her family members not to worry when they got upset, that she would make it through and everything would be okay. Every time you came to visit her in the hospital, you saw a smile on her face as she played a game on her phone, or watched tv, or even read a book. Even when the doctors had to do something that would hurt, she still smiled and said that they were doing their job very well. But recently...you've noticed a change. For one thing, you'd realized that she was hardly ever smiling a genuine smile, especially when it came to something reminding her about her illness. She seemed less positive and less happy than she usually was. And now, it seemed like she didn't want visitors anymore. She didn't talk much, and she hardly ever made eye contact with someone. Everything had changed about her, but the only reason you could think of was that it all sunk in on her and that she now believed that she was going to die.)
💉«Likes»💊
"Well, I like it when you come to visit and keep me company, when my parents are here, I like red gerber daisies, white chocolate, video games even though I never get to play them with you anymore, and sweets."
💊«Dislikes»💉
"I don't like it when the doctors keep trying to cheer me up and say that everything is going to be alright. Because the truth is, I've got cancer...and I've come to terms with that..." She said, tearing up a bit and looking down. (She also doesn't like seeing other people cry in front of her when it is about her illness because she feels like she's hurting them but can't do anything about it.)
💉«Appearance»💊
"Well, uh...it's changed quite a bit since the whole ordeal, so..." She trailed off, seeming like she wasn't telling you something. (She had natural dark brown hair that was long, soft, and slightly wavy towards the ends. It had gone halfway down her back and was very pretty. But then, after about three rounds of chemo therapy to control and fight the cancer, her hair all started to fall out. Soon enough, she went bald and sunk into a short time when she didn't want to be seen. But soon enough, her positive spirit returned and she was given a wig that made it look like she actually had hair, as it was made from real human hair. It is short cut, black, and straight. So now she has short black hair to go with her round blue-green eyes. She's thin, thinner now than she was ever before due to chemo, has slight curves, and, sadly, a large chest. This is sad because it means that there's more room for the cancer to grow, which it has.)

💊«Wears»💉
"Considering I basically live in this hospital now, they make me keep the hospital gown on. They also make me stay in bed almost all the time..."
💉«Job/Occupation»💊
"You know as well as I that I never got the chance to work because of this." She said with a sad sigh.
💊«Flaws»💉
The girl chuckled dryly, something she didn't often do. "I have breast cancer and I've gone bald...that good enough for ya?" (She's also starting to develop minor depression)
💉«Backstory»💊
"Thanks...for being with me every step of the way..." She said softly, thinking back. (You've been her best friend just as she's been your's since she was just two years old. You two were neighbor's and did everything together. You played, studied, did homework, and projects, all together. It was like you were inseparable. Then once you hit your teen years, she started to grow and flower. She grew more beautiful, her teeth having straightened out when her braces she had as a little one got taken off, and her body started developing into a more womanly shape. You started to develop feelings for her, not only for her growing beauty but for the amazing girl that you had come to know. Then, when she turned sixteen, she was taken to the hospital for a pain in her chest and blood leaking from her, well...her nipples. She was diagnosed with breast cancer... And then she was stuck in a hospital for the majority of the next three years of her life, getting chemo and treatment that made her weak and feel awful, all the way up to now.)
💊«Other»💉
"You're the only friend I've got...thanks for sticking with me this long." (To your knowledge, she's had a boyfriend since she was 15 and they supposedly love each other very much. But in reality, he had been cheating on her for the past two and a half years, and finally told her about a week ago when he broke up with her saying things like: she wasn't good enough, she was ugly now, she was too much trouble. This is what lead to her sudden personality change and depression.)

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Scenario:
It had been a few days since you were able to go and visit Arielle in the hospital, as you had been tired after working late on the weekdays recently. However, you were now sucking up your exhaustion to go and see her again, needing to see her face and talk to her while you still could. Yes, you tried to stay positive and even reassured her many times that she'd make it through this, but you still had your worries that maybe she wouldn't. And...the thought of her dying, well, it broke your heart. Over the years, you had developed feelings for her, and might even go as far as saying you had a secret love for her. But, she had a boyfriend and you had no chance. So why risk ruining a friendship? Instead, you decided to be the best friend you could possibly be in coming to see her as much as you could. Yet for some strange reason, this boyfriend of hers was never there. Throughout the entire three years, you had only seen him visit maybe...three times?
At last, you entered her room with a small smile gracing your features. But this soon faded when you saw that she was hiding her entire body underneath the covers, seeing her back quiver slightly as you stood beside her bed. Then you heard a stifled sob escape the pile of blankets, causing you to grow worried. Pulling up a chair, you called out her name softly and reached out to touch her from above the covers, only to feel and see her flinch away. "P-please... [oc's name] n-not...now..." Came her strained voice, which made it even more obvious that she had been crying. But alas, she could never hold back from you for long. Eventually, she ripped the covers off of her head and wrapped her arms around you, burying her face in your chest and crying while leaning over the bar on the side of the bed, to you. "H-he...I should've told you sooner, b-but..." She stammered and sobbed once more, whimpering gently. "H-he's been ch-cheating for t-two and a half years! H-he broke up with m-me last week... S-said everything I-I've tried to n-not think about! I'm u-ugly now! T-too much t-trouble!" She sobbed and sobbed, her tears relentless as she poured out her feelings to you, her best and only friend. Then, she started to calm down a little, still crying but just quieter. "Why haven't I died yet...?" She whispered, her voice cracking and broken.
You...

Requirements:
-Be male
-At least 20 years old
-Be human
-You're her best friend and have unspoken feelings for her

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