So basically the little spiel beneath this is a fancy way of saying this; Muse A (your character) is an early twenty-something cynical hard-ass who lives in the moment and couldn't care less about much of anything. You're charming, and you can be personable and funny when you need to be, but it's all in pursuit of whatever personal desire you're pursuing at the time, because ultimately that's all that matters. At least, that's what you think.
Then walks in Muse B (my character), Sam Blake, a wide-eyed med student with a tendency to forget his own head (if it wasn't screwed on), rocking a world view so idealistic that it makes you want to physically vomit, laugh your ass off, cry in frustration, or maybe some combination of the three in no particular order.
Okay, so he's cute, but besides that, there's nothing special about him, just another clueless hopeful doomed for disappointment. And, yet, from the very first time your character meets him, Sam's smile starts to stick in his head like superglue, omnipresent, popping up at the worst and most unexpected times.
As the roleplay goes on, Muse B (you) will fall harder and harder for Sam, even though he represents everything you ever sneered at and thought you hated. Of course, the falling is most definitely mutual, as Sam reciprocates your feelings, even though you're a heartless jerk who seems to mock everything and acts like the world is a sad garbage dump that deserves nothing but dismissal. It's basically a story of polar opposites attracting, and eventually complementing each other; you teach Sam that the whole world isn't his responsibility, that he quite literally can't save them all, and that it's okay to stop and rest every now and again. Sam, in return, teaches your character how to care about things again, and that just because the world is dark doesn't mean you shouldn't care about it; In fact, if you don't, that just makes it that little bit darker.
Mix in a bit of drama, a few twists, maybe a comedic moment or two, and we have ourselves a roleplay!
I did an extremely simple little form for Sam below, you can do the same, or do your own thing, I don't mind which, though I do ask for a picture at minimum (real faceclaims please).
As to what your character does for a living, or for school,, I'll leave that up to you! Like I mentioned above, he should be early twenties or so, but beyond that, it's totally free for interpretation. You could be a college student like Sam, or maybe college is just as entirely pointless as everything else in your character's eyes, so whatever you think he would personally enjoy doing would be fine for him to do (just nothing too unreasonable, like a gang boss or assassin or whatever. This is supposed to be a realistic(ish) roleplay ^.^).
It's so much easier to fall in love with an idea than it is to fall in love with a person.
Ideas don't kick you in the side while you're both sleeping at night. Ideas don't burn the coffee in the morning. Ideas don't get jealous, don't get mean, don't get boring. When you believe in something, really believe, it can change your whole life for the better. Now, those ideas can come in a lot of different forms, rather like the people in the world; No two ideas are exactly the same, after all. Something else they have in common with humanity.
Your character never thought he would believe in anything at all; The only idea you ever loved was the idea that nothing matters. Everything we know, and love, and respect, and take for granted, is contrived to keep us prisoners of a rigged system that doesn't give a shit. Rich people get richer. Poor people get poorer. The powerful gain more power. The powerless are trodden under like roadkill. On and on it goes, until, finally, something snaps, gives, breaks. A revolution happens. People wake up, and realize just how bad it is for them, and that they can do something about it. So they grab their torches and pitchforks, roar some slogans, burn some buildings, kill some people, and, hey, presto!, the world is suddenly brighter and full of possibilities, promise, rainbows, and singing unicorns.
Except it isn't. It's the same, just with a new face and a new attitude. Same old social classes, came old rich/poor divide, same old racism, same old bullshit. The cycle never ends, and all that matters in it is our own personal experiences. Who gives a shit about anything else? And why should you, even? That's the philosophy you've always subscribed to. Take each moment as it comes, and to hell with the rest of it.
Love is every bit as bad as anything else; Fake, contrived, and ultimately pointless. Oh, sure, you can be fond of a person, like them, enjoy spending time with them, but when it comes right down to it they don't matter to you, just like you don't matter to them. Faces come and go, fading in and out of the mist, and eventually everyone leaves. That's just a fact of life. So, yeah, love is moronic. It has no purpose. It's just a vehicle onto which big companies hitch holidays and jewelry sales pitches. You've always thought that. No one has ever challenged that belief. It's set in stone, and no one is ever going to shake you from your cynical perch. You didn't need some fictional ideal of romance and you certainly didn't need a fairytale to sweep you off your feet. In fact, if a fairytale tried, you'd probably punch it square in the face for good measure. If love ever really existed, it's dead now, and you're totally certain of that.
...So why the fuck are you letting that idiotically naive med student get under your skin?
He's hopelessly forgetful, clumsy, and can barely even tie his own freaking shoelaces without causing some kind of minor catastrophe. He's a wide-eyed idealist who believes in things like coming together as a people, healing racial divides, closing the rich/poor gap, and singing Kumbaya at sunrise. He's annoyingly optimistic, insufferably cheerful, and his heartfelt concern for each and every bloody thing in the bloody world is totally intolerable. Listening to him for five minutes makes you want to bash your brains out against the nearest available hard surface. He waves off all attempts at teaching him the true nature of the world, dismissing cynicism with smiling indifference or a slightly disapproving look, like a schoolteacher might give an errant student making a mess in the classroom. Basically, he's everything you hate wrapped up in one admittedly cute but still completely aggravating bundle.
And, yet, you can't keep your mind off him. You keep thinking about him just when you least expect it, like a freaking thought ninja sneaking up on you in the dark. It's got to stop. You have to figure out how to get the insufferable goody two-shoes out of your head and out of your life, or you're liable to commit murder out of sheer frustration. That's all there is to it. Figure out how to forget him, because he deserves to be forgotten. Sad little idealists aren't worth your time. Or so you keep trying to convince yourself. Samuel Blake is everything you're not. You should hate him. You should laugh at him. You should be able to put him from your mind as easily as anything else that doesn't matter in this world; A.K.A. literally everything. And you will, no matter what it takes.
...Or so you keep trying to convince yourself.
Samuel Ryan Blake / 23 / Male
Not many people have ever taken Sam very seriously. He's kind-hearted, dedicated, friendly, and optimistic, but his tendency to space out and the goofiness of his clumsiness don't help him earn much respect. Extremely intelligent, but also extremely scatterbrained, it can be very easy to assume that he's nothing more than an airhead who won't ever make anything of himself. Taking a look at his grades in High School, his general education classes in college, and his med school test scores would dispel that theory, but most people don't ever see those. A happy, trusting person by nature, Sam doesn't have a deceitful, cynical, or cruel bone in his body, and even the thought of accidently hurting, embarrassing, or even just lying to people makes him a little bit sick.
The oldest of five siblings, Sam was the one who was forced to take care of their mother when she got sick, cancer, and he waited on her hand and foot for four years, all through high school, and never once did he complain or try to get out of it. Not necessarily because he's just that good of a person, though he might be, but instead because it would never even have occurred to him to pawn off the duty to someone else. It was his mom, after all, even if she'd never been such a good mother... Or a nice person, in general. Her screeching could be heard from miles away, it sometimes seemed like, but Sam just got used to being yelled at. She was sick, after all, it wasn't her fault. Or so he told himself. What no one in his life wants to admit, Sam himself included, is that he has been taken advantage of his whole life through; By his mother, who took out her grief and frustration on her oldest son, by his father, who left said oldest son to care for his ailing wife while he traveled around the world on business trips, by his siblings, who not only never bothered to try to help him shoulder the burden, but actually blamed him for most anything that ever went wrong with their own lives.
Most people would have cracked under such enormous responsibility, pressure, and expectations placed on them, but Sam simply shrugged, smiled, and kept soldiering on. That's his way, after all; No point in complaining about the world, make it better instead. Some might even call Sam superhuman; The way he managed to not only care for his mother and siblings, but also get a near-perfect G.P.A. in both high school and college, and he was accepted into a prestigious medical program at only twenty-three.
...The unfortunate truth however, is that Sam is tired, tired to the point of exhaustion. He's been working so long, soldiering on for so long, that he's nearly burned himself out, he just hasn't realized it yet. One more late night studying, followed by one more early morning to check on his siblings, to make sure they're doing okay now that Mom is gone. One more time, and then he can relax a little. One more time. And maybe one more after that.
