Experienced & very detailed writer here!!! I’m searching for a roleplay partner who’d be interested in the prompt down below.

Trigger Warning!!!: The roleplay and storyline will have dark themes and mentions of self-h@rm, S@, mental illness, violence-abuse, etc. If any of the following makes you uncomfortable, please don’t read further, and this isn’t the RP for you.

I’m specifically looking for someone who can be creative and spontaneous when it comes to keeping the storyline interesting! I’m also seeking someone who is detailed, able to write at least a 5 line paragraph, and can play more than one role if necessary to the storyline. This isn’t a sexual focused RP, so please don’t waste my time if you’re only looking for a NSFW only storyline. This is a slow-burn, long-term, and intimate roleplay that has some build-up!

You must be over 18 and please create your own DETAILED character description. If you’re interested in continuing on, of course, don’t hesitate to DM me!

CHARACTER DESCRIPTION<

{Name} Aria ‘Ari’ Thorn.

{Age} 24 yrs.

{Physical Character Description} Aria is slim, slender, and has a slight hourglass figure. She is on the shorter side, standing at 5’2, and weighs around 114 lbs. She has smooth, beautiful light skin that seems to glow in the sunlight, and breasts that are a modest size 38c. Aria has a few freckles that lightly cover the areas around her cheeks and nose. She also has hazel eyes and long, chestnut brown, loosely curled hair that reaches her lower back. Aria has deep scars and burn marks on her arms, legs, and torso from past abuse and self-h@rm.

CHARACTER BACKGROUND INFORMATION<

Aria was born in Sterling Heights, Michigan, and from a very young age, she was forced to fend for herself to survive. Her parents, underage runaways, were immersed in partying, doing drugs, and selling drugs out of the drug den they lived in. They never intended on having any children, so they prioritized themselves, and neglected all of Aria’s basic and emotional needs since she was born. Aria only survived infancy because of the occasional intervention and care of the drug dealers that lived in the drug den with them. As she grew older, Aria craved, and longed for her parents’ attention. All she wanted was their attention, even if it was negative attention. She would draw on the walls, throw extreme tantrums, and she would also go through great lengths to hurt herself so would focus on her for a bit. Nothing she did would elicit any love towards Aria. At eight years old, after Aria’s parents were arrested for child endangerment and drug trafficking, she was placed into a group home with the hope of being set to a safe family member. Tragically, neither of her grandparents were willing to take her in, causing Child Protective Services to place a heartbroken Aria in her first foster home. By seventeen, Aria had cycled through 25 different foster homes, and had to change schools six times throughout her childhood due to her behaviors. She would become overly attached to anyone that showed her kindness and positive attention. Aria would become borderline obsessive towards her foster parents, calling them “Mommy” and “Dad” almost immediately, and she needed to be the center of their attention. She was fearful of abandonment, causing her to have panic attacks if she was left alone, and she would hurt herself for affection and attention as well. Unfortunately, if Aria’s foster parents had their own children or took in other foster children, she would almost torture them and try to get them in trouble. This behavior extended to friendships and romantic relationships, where she would stalk, and obsess over anyone who showed her the interest she craved. Sadly, a few weeks away from Aria’s eighteenth birthday, she was involuntarily committed to an intensive psychiatric hospital after attacking a former foster parent’s son in a desperate plan to get rid of him so she could finally be adopted. She was arrested for attempted murder, however, she was found not guilty due to mental illness. This was when she was officially diagnosed with a severe personality disorder, an anxiety disorder, and a very severe attachment disorder. She was ordered to continue undergoing treatment in the hospital until it’s proven that she isn’t a danger to herself or others and has made promising progress.

BACKGROUND INFO<

For nearly seven years, Aria has still been in the psychiatric hospital, and undergoing treatment. The first two years of being in the hospital, there was a lack of response to treatment. She was violent towards herself and the other patients, nurses, guards, and some therapists and psychiatrists. Aria’s improvement began only after you became the new psychiatrist that led her group therapy sessions. The first time you met Aria, she sat quietly, and seemed to be lost in her thoughts as other patients spoke. Despite being twenty at the time, Aria appeared to be a mix of sadness, anger, and fear– just like a terrified and confused child that was abandoned somewhere strange. She didn’t participate, merely fidgeting with her sweatshirt sleeves, and keeping her head down and eyes on the floor. After the initial group session, you sat in your office feeling compelled to help Aria. You spent two hours studying her files and learning about Aria. Everything that you learned about her broke your heart. It was clear that she needed support and for someone to show her some care. From that moment, you began one-on-one sessions with Aria to see if you could finally get her to open up, and get her to start making progress. Initially, for the first couple of sessions with Aria, she expressed her distrust and refused to speak. No matter how hard you tried, she stayed withdrawn and silent.. Until the fourth session. Something had shifted with Aria. She entered your office, tears streaming down her face, and her whole body trembling from what seemed like fear. With concern, you asked, “Aria..? Are you alright? What happened?” She silently shook her head ‘no’ over and over, sobbing much harder, and keeping her head down and her eyes on the floor. It was clear to you that something serious happened. Although against protocol, you sat next to Aria, but kept some distance between you and her, and said “Please Aria.. Listen, you can trust me. I promise that I am here to listen and help you the best I can.. But I’m unable to do that if you don’t let me. Please tell me what happened.” Her head slowly lifted, a flicker of light returned to her eyes. She decided to trust you. That is when she revealed that a guard had inappropriately touched her– not for the first time. She provided details, including his name, and when and where each incident occurred. Armed with this information, you approached the head of the hospital, and after a brief investigation that involved the police, the guard was fired, From that point on, Aria trusted you. She began opening up during individual and group sessions. She made remarkable progress once she started trusting your help and support. She started forming friendships with other patients, stopped her violent behavior, and kept taking her daily medication. Due to the long-term progress, Aria was granted to be released in a month. She was given a case worker that’s preparing her for the outside world and had plans for when she leaves the hospital. Aria was ecstatic, “I’ll be able to get a dog! I’ve always wanted my own dog!” She explained, telling you what excited her most about being released. During her second to last one-on-one session with you, she began expressing her eagerness of the possibility of a relationship with you outside of the hospital. “I want you to be the first one to see my new apartment!” She says in a bubbly tone. “My case worker says there’s a park nearby, perfect for a dog! Maybe you can walk with us sometimes.” It was clear to you that she didn’t understand that this was a professional relationship with certain rules. As you explained the boundaries, Aria’s smile disappeared, and tears began filling her sad looking eyes. She looked hurt and confused, “I thought..” Her voice cracked. “You said you were here for me? Please.. You can’t leave me too.” Aria pleaded, feeling heartbroken. You explained to Aria again that if you kept a relationship with her that wasn’t professional, you would lose your job, so you couldn’t break the rules. The session ended with her silent, other than the gentle sounds of her sobbing as she left your office. In her final session with you, she refused to speak, and kept a blank expression as she looked at the floor.. This was the last time you saw her.

PROMPT & STARTER<

It’s a calm, peaceful, but rainy Friday night. After a long day at work, all you wanted was to unwind for the first complete weekend you had off in awhile. As soon as you arrived home, you took a hot, relaxing shower and ate some leftover takeout you had bought the other night. You settled in the living room, watching TV for a couple of hours, and even having a beer or two to help you relax more. Around midnight, you shut the TV off, and turned off all of the downstairs lights before heading up the stairs to finally head to bed. As you climbed the stairs, you noticed that the door to your room was shut. Confusion halted you for a moment. ‘I thought I left the door open after grabbing my clothes?’ You thought to yourself for a moment before shaking your head and chuckling, “I’m going crazy, I’m just exhausted.” You said to yourself out loud, shaking off the unease you felt. You opened the door and stepped into the semi-dark bedroom. Before you could react, Aria hit you on the side of the head with one of your bedside lamps, knocking you out in the process.

When your eyes finally opened, your vision was slightly blurry, and your head was pounding from pain. As your eyes focused at the edge of your bed, you saw Aria standing there clutching a large kitchen knife, and tears streaming down her red flushed face. Panic surged through you as you tried to sit up, quickly realizing both of your arms and legs were bound to the bed. “You lied to me.. Just..Just like everyone else. W-WHY DID YOU LIE ABOUT CARING ABOUT ME?” She yelled, her voice shaking, sounding almost frantic. She was almost hyperventilating, clearly in the middle of a crisis. Although still scared, most of your fear turned into understanding Aria. She was feeling abandoned once more, unstable, and needed help again. Aria had only been out of the hospital for three weeks and it was clear that she couldn’t handle it by herself. She looked disheveled– her hair was overly messy and knotted, it was clear she hadn’t bathed in some time. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, a stark contrast to when she was released, and she wore the same outfit that she wore when she left the hospital. Her gray sweatshirt had stains all over it, her sweatpants were hole-ridden, and her white socks were soiled from walking on the grass and dirt.

Suddenly, Aria plunged the knife into the bed near your left leg to scare you, “ANSWER ME! Why!?” She yelled again, not caring that her voice echoed in the tense silence. [THIS IS WHERE YOU CONTINUE ON]