Do you remember when WWIII hit? How our people became torn apart and ripped out each other's throats for superiority and power? Do you remember when Russia first dropped the nukes on us and we retaliated in kind? Do you remember how many children died with their mothers and fathers? Do you know how many suffered because they weren't killed fast enough? Do remember the fire? the disease? the monsters?
I do.
WELCOME TO SANTA-VALRIA!
The weathered sign, its once-bold lettering faded and worn, stood as a testament to the passage of time. The town, reminiscent of the dusty streets from classic Western movies, was dominated by a looming bunker-like structure in the distance, reserved for the town's elite. The landscape, devoid of lush greenery and towering trees, was instead dotted with unremarkable, shriveled bushes, offering little relief from the unrelenting sun.
In the heart of the town stands a small, weather-beaten tavern constructed from metal paneling and aged wood. Despite its unassuming appearance, the interior buzzes with activity as patrons relax on barstools, seeking respite from the oppressive heat that permeates the air. Behind the bar, a woman with long, lustrous white hair intricately braided, possesses fair, honey-colored freckled skin. She wears a plain half-mask that conceals the left side of her face as she meticulously cleans a glass, emitting a weary sigh.
She looks up as soon as you walk inside, perking up significantly. "Oh! New people! Hello there friends! My name is Rene Flores! Welcome to Santa Valria!" She said.
[Yep, I made a Fallout/Wasteland Style Tavern. Let's hope it doesn't die.]
Rules
1. Be nice. Don't be a jerk. No one wants to RP with a jerk.
2. Any Immunities or Poison to disease for a character does not work here. [Radiation, Lead, Arsenic]
3. You can choose to work in the bunker, which is a rich people sort of area, or to live in the town, which is for the poorer folk.
4. This will be a 16+ style tavern. Cursing is allowed, Violence against your brethren is allowed, and Romance is allowed so long as it doesn't go too far. If it does, fade to black or take it to PMs.
5. Only 3 Characters are allowed at a time please.
6. Put 'Radaway' in your first post to show you have read the rules.
*ah radaway. keeps the doctor away. the malpractice doctor...*
Walking to the town is a young man with sandy blonde hair and warm brown eyes. Over his back is a makeshift sword and a makeshift pistol at his hip. He wears all black clothing and has a scarf over his mouth.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*ah radaway. keeps the doctor away. the malpractice doctor...*
Walking to the town is a young man with sandy blonde hair and warm brown eyes. Over his back is a makeshift sword and a makeshift pistol at his hip. He wears all black clothing and has a scarf over his mouth.
Rene waves "Hola!" She says, smiling brightly. However, the rest of the townsfolk seems on edge, watching him from under wide-brimmed hats.
*ah radaway. keeps the doctor away. the malpractice doctor...*
Walking to the town is a young man with sandy blonde hair and warm brown eyes. Over his back is a makeshift sword and a makeshift pistol at his hip. He wears all black clothing and has a scarf over his mouth.
Rene waves "Hola!" She says, smiling brightly. However, the rest of the townsfolk seems on edge, watching him from under wide-brimmed hats.
He raises a hand in greeting, the goggles on his head glinting in the sunshine. The bag he wears is huge, wires dangling from one of the pockets.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*ah radaway. keeps the doctor away. the malpractice doctor...*
Walking to the town is a young man with sandy blonde hair and warm brown eyes. Over his back is a makeshift sword and a makeshift pistol at his hip. He wears all black clothing and has a scarf over his mouth.
Rene waves "Hola!" She says, smiling brightly. However, the rest of the townsfolk seems on edge, watching him from under wide-brimmed hats.
He raises a hand in greeting, the goggles on his head glinting in the sunshine. The bag he wears is huge, wires dangling from one of the pockets.
*ah radaway. keeps the doctor away. the malpractice doctor...*
Walking to the town is a young man with sandy blonde hair and warm brown eyes. Over his back is a makeshift sword and a makeshift pistol at his hip. He wears all black clothing and has a scarf over his mouth.
Rene waves "Hola!" She says, smiling brightly. However, the rest of the townsfolk seems on edge, watching him from under wide-brimmed hats.
He raises a hand in greeting, the goggles on his head glinting in the sunshine. The bag he wears is huge, wires dangling from one of the pockets.
She leans out the window "What's your name?"
His voice comes out slightly muffled but she can make out what he's saying. "names Shawn. Shawn O'Leary."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*ah radaway. keeps the doctor away. the malpractice doctor...*
Walking to the town is a young man with sandy blonde hair and warm brown eyes. Over his back is a makeshift sword and a makeshift pistol at his hip. He wears all black clothing and has a scarf over his mouth.
Rene waves "Hola!" She says, smiling brightly. However, the rest of the townsfolk seems on edge, watching him from under wide-brimmed hats.
He raises a hand in greeting, the goggles on his head glinting in the sunshine. The bag he wears is huge, wires dangling from one of the pockets.
She leans out the window "What's your name?"
His voice comes out slightly muffled but she can make out what he's saying. "names Shawn. Shawn O'Leary."
"Pleasure to meet you!" She said and extended a gloved hand "Where you heading? Or are you here?"
*ah radaway. keeps the doctor away. the malpractice doctor...*
Walking to the town is a young man with sandy blonde hair and warm brown eyes. Over his back is a makeshift sword and a makeshift pistol at his hip. He wears all black clothing and has a scarf over his mouth.
Rene waves "Hola!" She says, smiling brightly. However, the rest of the townsfolk seems on edge, watching him from under wide-brimmed hats.
He raises a hand in greeting, the goggles on his head glinting in the sunshine. The bag he wears is huge, wires dangling from one of the pockets.
She leans out the window "What's your name?"
His voice comes out slightly muffled but she can make out what he's saying. "names Shawn. Shawn O'Leary."
"Pleasure to meet you!" She said and extended a gloved hand "Where you heading? Or are you here?"
He shakes her hand. "already here ma'am." he says plainly
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*ah radaway. keeps the doctor away. the malpractice doctor...*
Walking to the town is a young man with sandy blonde hair and warm brown eyes. Over his back is a makeshift sword and a makeshift pistol at his hip. He wears all black clothing and has a scarf over his mouth.
Rene waves "Hola!" She says, smiling brightly. However, the rest of the townsfolk seems on edge, watching him from under wide-brimmed hats.
He raises a hand in greeting, the goggles on his head glinting in the sunshine. The bag he wears is huge, wires dangling from one of the pockets.
She leans out the window "What's your name?"
His voice comes out slightly muffled but she can make out what he's saying. "names Shawn. Shawn O'Leary."
"Pleasure to meet you!" She said and extended a gloved hand "Where you heading? Or are you here?"
He shakes her hand. "already here ma'am." he says plainly
She beams "Well in that case, welcome to the town!"
*ah radaway. keeps the doctor away. the malpractice doctor...*
Walking to the town is a young man with sandy blonde hair and warm brown eyes. Over his back is a makeshift sword and a makeshift pistol at his hip. He wears all black clothing and has a scarf over his mouth.
Rene waves "Hola!" She says, smiling brightly. However, the rest of the townsfolk seems on edge, watching him from under wide-brimmed hats.
He raises a hand in greeting, the goggles on his head glinting in the sunshine. The bag he wears is huge, wires dangling from one of the pockets.
She leans out the window "What's your name?"
His voice comes out slightly muffled but she can make out what he's saying. "names Shawn. Shawn O'Leary."
"Pleasure to meet you!" She said and extended a gloved hand "Where you heading? Or are you here?"
He shakes her hand. "already here ma'am." he says plainly
She beams "Well in that case, welcome to the town!"
"Thanks." he says, walking inside the tavern and lowering his scarf, showing a rather tan face. "Nice place you've got here."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
a young man with dirty white hair enters town. his everything seems to be covered in ash, soot. he wears a mask that covers the bottom half of his face. even still you can tell he is smiling
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Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
*ah radaway. keeps the doctor away. the malpractice doctor...*
Walking to the town is a young man with sandy blonde hair and warm brown eyes. Over his back is a makeshift sword and a makeshift pistol at his hip. He wears all black clothing and has a scarf over his mouth.
Rene waves "Hola!" She says, smiling brightly. However, the rest of the townsfolk seems on edge, watching him from under wide-brimmed hats.
He raises a hand in greeting, the goggles on his head glinting in the sunshine. The bag he wears is huge, wires dangling from one of the pockets.
She leans out the window "What's your name?"
His voice comes out slightly muffled but she can make out what he's saying. "names Shawn. Shawn O'Leary."
"Pleasure to meet you!" She said and extended a gloved hand "Where you heading? Or are you here?"
He shakes her hand. "already here ma'am." he says plainly
She beams "Well in that case, welcome to the town!"
"Thanks." he says, walking inside the tavern and lowering his scarf, showing a rather tan face. "Nice place you've got here."
"Much thanks, been in the family fer awhile." She said with a chuckle "Could be better but.. y'know.'
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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Do you remember when WWIII hit? How our people became torn apart and ripped out each other's throats for superiority and power? Do you remember when Russia first dropped the nukes on us and we retaliated in kind? Do you remember how many children died with their mothers and fathers? Do you know how many suffered because they weren't killed fast enough? Do remember the fire? the disease? the monsters?
I do.
WELCOME TO SANTA-VALRIA!
The weathered sign, its once-bold lettering faded and worn, stood as a testament to the passage of time. The town, reminiscent of the dusty streets from classic Western movies, was dominated by a looming bunker-like structure in the distance, reserved for the town's elite. The landscape, devoid of lush greenery and towering trees, was instead dotted with unremarkable, shriveled bushes, offering little relief from the unrelenting sun.
In the heart of the town stands a small, weather-beaten tavern constructed from metal paneling and aged wood. Despite its unassuming appearance, the interior buzzes with activity as patrons relax on barstools, seeking respite from the oppressive heat that permeates the air. Behind the bar, a woman with long, lustrous white hair intricately braided, possesses fair, honey-colored freckled skin. She wears a plain half-mask that conceals the left side of her face as she meticulously cleans a glass, emitting a weary sigh.
She looks up as soon as you walk inside, perking up significantly. "Oh! New people! Hello there friends! My name is Rene Flores! Welcome to Santa Valria!" She said.
[Yep, I made a Fallout/Wasteland Style Tavern. Let's hope it doesn't die.]
Rules
1. Be nice. Don't be a jerk. No one wants to RP with a jerk.
2. Any Immunities or Poison to disease for a character does not work here. [Radiation, Lead, Arsenic]
3. You can choose to work in the bunker, which is a rich people sort of area, or to live in the town, which is for the poorer folk.
4. This will be a 16+ style tavern. Cursing is allowed, Violence against your brethren is allowed, and Romance is allowed so long as it doesn't go too far. If it does, fade to black or take it to PMs.
5. Only 3 Characters are allowed at a time please.
6. Put 'Radaway' in your first post to show you have read the rules.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*FINALLY, also Radaway*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*Hehe :D*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*ah radaway. keeps the doctor away. the malpractice doctor...*
Walking to the town is a young man with sandy blonde hair and warm brown eyes. Over his back is a makeshift sword and a makeshift pistol at his hip. He wears all black clothing and has a scarf over his mouth.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Rene waves "Hola!" She says, smiling brightly. However, the rest of the townsfolk seems on edge, watching him from under wide-brimmed hats.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He raises a hand in greeting, the goggles on his head glinting in the sunshine. The bag he wears is huge, wires dangling from one of the pockets.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She leans out the window "What's your name?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
His voice comes out slightly muffled but she can make out what he's saying. "names Shawn. Shawn O'Leary."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Pleasure to meet you!" She said and extended a gloved hand "Where you heading? Or are you here?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He shakes her hand. "already here ma'am." he says plainly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Also what are the character creation limits or there are none as long as it's within Fallout limits?*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
She beams "Well in that case, welcome to the town!"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*As long as its in limits so no god tier stuff.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
(Radaway. VERY INTERESTING Idea, I haven't played Fallout in a bit.)
Life's amusing and it knows
"Thanks." he says, walking inside the tavern and lowering his scarf, showing a rather tan face. "Nice place you've got here."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Love Fallout.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*radaway, will most likely intro soon*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*So level 20 non magic users are fine?*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*Radway. we need some explosions in this place*
a young man with dirty white hair enters town. his everything seems to be covered in ash, soot. he wears a mask that covers the bottom half of his face. even still you can tell he is smiling
Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
Should be all the important bits. Sweet
"Much thanks, been in the family fer awhile." She said with a chuckle "Could be better but.. y'know.'
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘