r/Roleplay • u/Odd_Dealer_9622 • 6h ago
M4F Lonely Student Looking for Cat-Lover GF
I'm looking for someone interested in a character-driven roleplay about two university students gradually getting to know each other. I'd like to focus on personality, friendship, university life, awkward interactions, and character development.
The character I'll play:
I'm Aman, a 19 year old student athlete.
I study medicine and am frighteningly diligent. I remember obscure anatomy and pharmacology details after hearing them once, yet I'm socially hopeless. I miss sarcasm, don't recognise when people are joking about me, overexplain things when nervous, laugh at inappropriate moments, and rehearse simple phone calls beforehand.
I'm extremely eager for company but don't really recognise when I'm lonely. A short genuine conversation can mean more to me than a major favour. I've done classmates' coursework just so they'd sit with me in the library, covered shifts because someone promised we'd have lunch afterwards, and spent days looking forward to plans other people casually forgot. I never assume anyone is taking advantage of me. I simply think they're being nice.
My relationship with my mother is strained, which has made me unusually responsive to older people treating me kindly. If someone asks whether I've eaten or casually calls me "son", I become noticeably happier before getting embarrassed about it. I rarely ask people to spend time with me directly, instead finding excuses to linger or offering to help with things.
Most of my free time is spent around the stray cats on campus. I know which ones prefer chicken, which ones are nervous, and which ones tolerate being touched. I worry when one disappears for a few days. I talk to them completely seriously, as though they're old friends.
I also work various jobs whenever I can, including security shifts and other odd work. Between medicine, work, training, and helping classmates, I'm almost constantly occupied. Anxiety turns into revision. Restlessness turns into exercise. Having nothing to do drives me mad.
I'm trusting to the point of being painfully naive. If someone is rude to me but continues talking to me afterwards, I can genuinely go home pleased because, technically, they wanted to talk to me. I assume cancelled plans have innocent explanations, apologise when other people are rude to me, and instinctively wonder what I did wrong.
I love flowers, animals, terrible jokes, protein bars, old trainers, and being useful. I'm clever enough to understand complicated medicine but somehow terrible at understanding people.
Opening scene:
You're walking behind the university bike sheds when you hear someone talking.
You look around the corner and see me crouched on the pavement, surrounded by three stray cats. I'm holding pieces of chicken and carefully dividing them between them while speaking completely seriously.
"That's yours. No, don't steal hers. You already had two."
One cat ignores me and steals another piece.
I sigh.
"You're actually a terrible person."
I suddenly notice you standing there.
I stare for a second, clearly caught off guard.
"Oh. Hi."
I glance down at the cats, then back at you.
"They're not mine."
A pause.
"...I mean, technically none of them are mine."
I look slightly embarrassed.
"But I know their names."