Plot;;
Meet Donovan Adams, schizophrenic-turned-killer when he was harassed by various people in his life; his parents, his friends, his classmates. He snapped, running off after being chased down and barely escaping into the forest. Bleeding from a gun wound, delirious, and barely conscious, Don finds himself in a small town far away from his own.
Now, this is where your character comes in. She's wandering around in this forest, behind her house, and then finds this kid. Having little idea where he came from and who he is except that he is blabbering about killing someone, and knowing that the nearest hospital is too far away to get to before he dies from blood loss, you take him in to just stop the bleeding and do the best you can to keep him from dying before the ambulance comes. Unfortunately, he hides from the first sign of sirens.
You can decide on the details, the character, the rest of the plot. Just stick to the base I laid out!
I got this idea because I was bored and wanted to roleplay a mentally unstable person.
My character;
Name;
Donovan or Don
Gender;
Male
Sexuality;
Straight
Picture;
You can use a form or just jump in with a picture.
Donovan stumbled through the forest, trying to stand using a large branch of a tree he tore off to use as a cane. Blood streamed down his left leg, leaving an obvious trail across the forest floor covered with dried leaves. He dragged himself another step forward. Just keep going. It doesn't matter where. Just take another step forward. That's it, there you go. Don tried to figure out where he was. He couldn't find solid ground, the world spun and in the corners of his vision were shadows trying to pull him back, screaming look what you did, you monster, you freak of life, freak of death... He tried to shut his eyes but he still heard them. Sparks danced across the ground, shocking him every time his leg touched the ground, sharp and painful. He tried to rest his hand on a tree, but then the person he killed, the ghost of the person he killed grabbed him and dragged him forward. Keep going, monster. We need you in the afterlife.
The trees tried to lift him up and strangle him in their branches and Don was having trouble keeping himself standing. His leg, it hurt so much, like thousands of knives slicing into the one wound. His fingers shook gripping the gnarled branch. Just kill me already if that's what you're trying to do. He suddenly took a step forward and there was a girl, or just a ghost. That was when he lost the willpower to keep going. Dropping the branch, he let out a cry of pain when he put weight on his leg, then he fell to his knees, barely able to keep his eyes open anymore.
