Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate. I am a teenage boy. I have Insomnia, ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden; they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
The sea was obnoxiously beautiful that day. Gale Levias knew he should be amazed, but all he could do was grunt. The sea was obnoxiously beautiful every day.
Gale was a young man with blue windblown hair that turned teal at the ends, a pair of sharp and curvy horns, and a short figure. He carried a rapier and a lute, the steel of the rapier a shining silver, the wood of the lute a deep mahogany. He wore simple clothing, a tunic, a pair of baggy pants, a cloak that he had bought from one of his contacts. His skin was a pale blue, his eyes like bright sapphires, but the light in them was dull. Gale was broken. He knew he was broken.
As he stared over the railing down at the sea, he sighed to himself and brushed a hand through his oily hair. He hadn’t washed it in days-unless you counted the time when those thugs threw him into the ocean for trying to steal their food. Gale used to be a pirate, a man of glory, a man with a bounty. But four long years had passed-waiting in the shadows and watching, ready for the perfect timing. Except there was no perfect time. He didn’t know what he wanted.
And now, as he stared at the ocean, he couldn’t help but see his reflection in it, the reflection of a frowning man with wrinkles under his eyes despite his young age. Devil. Demon. Horror.
And then he turned around and walked away.
Mortana is sitting on a chair, one leg crossed over the other, gazing out at the ocean. Tapping against the leg of their stained dress pants is their revolver, beautifully carved and handled with obvious love. They look over the railing, and down at the boat, observing how it seemingly breathes in and out with each wave. They shudder. If only Ma could see them now... Ah, no use reminiscing. There'll be time for that after they figure out what's up with this boat and whether or not they need to destroy it. Sighing, they stand up, and almost walk into Gale, reflexively reaching into their crimson vest for a knife while grasping their revolver, before relaxing.
"Hey! Watch where you're going."
“Watch where I’m going? You need to watch where you’re going!” Gale glances around wildly, eyes landing on the small red dragon. “You people are all like this. Always blaming me for your troubles. But honestly it’s you who needs to pay attention to the world around you. Look over there! A goddamn dragon!”
"Oh, boo hoo. Dragons are everywhere these days. Have you never seen a dragonborn?"
"Bloody hell I've seen a Dragonborn." He says coldly. "But dragons are different. Now leave me be."
"Ah, c'mon! I'm fun to be around! I'm amazingly fun to be around!"
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
The sea was obnoxiously beautiful that day. Gale Levias knew he should be amazed, but all he could do was grunt. The sea was obnoxiously beautiful every day.
Gale was a young man with blue windblown hair that turned teal at the ends, a pair of sharp and curvy horns, and a short figure. He carried a rapier and a lute, the steel of the rapier a shining silver, the wood of the lute a deep mahogany. He wore simple clothing, a tunic, a pair of baggy pants, a cloak that he had bought from one of his contacts. His skin was a pale blue, his eyes like bright sapphires, but the light in them was dull. Gale was broken. He knew he was broken.
As he stared over the railing down at the sea, he sighed to himself and brushed a hand through his oily hair. He hadn’t washed it in days-unless you counted the time when those thugs threw him into the ocean for trying to steal their food. Gale used to be a pirate, a man of glory, a man with a bounty. But four long years had passed-waiting in the shadows and watching, ready for the perfect timing. Except there was no perfect time. He didn’t know what he wanted.
And now, as he stared at the ocean, he couldn’t help but see his reflection in it, the reflection of a frowning man with wrinkles under his eyes despite his young age. Devil. Demon. Horror.
And then he turned around and walked away.
Mortana is sitting on a chair, one leg crossed over the other, gazing out at the ocean. Tapping against the leg of their stained dress pants is their revolver, beautifully carved and handled with obvious love. They look over the railing, and down at the boat, observing how it seemingly breathes in and out with each wave. They shudder. If only Ma could see them now... Ah, no use reminiscing. There'll be time for that after they figure out what's up with this boat and whether or not they need to destroy it. Sighing, they stand up, and almost walk into Gale, reflexively reaching into their crimson vest for a knife while grasping their revolver, before relaxing.
"Hey! Watch where you're going."
“Watch where I’m going? You need to watch where you’re going!” Gale glances around wildly, eyes landing on the small red dragon. “You people are all like this. Always blaming me for your troubles. But honestly it’s you who needs to pay attention to the world around you. Look over there! A goddamn dragon!”
"Oh, boo hoo. Dragons are everywhere these days. Have you never seen a dragonborn?"
"Bloody hell I've seen a Dragonborn." He says coldly. "But dragons are different. Now leave me be."
"Ah, c'mon! I'm fun to be around! I'm amazingly fun to be around!"
"You do seem like a fun time." Gale says sarcastically, eyeing Mortana from top to bottom warily. "I'm Gale. Who might you be? Fancy dressing hints that you might be a noble... I don't like nobles." He runs a hand through his hair again, coming out with some grime. "But the only thing fancy about your vest is the color. Perhaps you're just an annoying commoner."
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
The sea was obnoxiously beautiful that day. Gale Levias knew he should be amazed, but all he could do was grunt. The sea was obnoxiously beautiful every day.
Gale was a young man with blue windblown hair that turned teal at the ends, a pair of sharp and curvy horns, and a short figure. He carried a rapier and a lute, the steel of the rapier a shining silver, the wood of the lute a deep mahogany. He wore simple clothing, a tunic, a pair of baggy pants, a cloak that he had bought from one of his contacts. His skin was a pale blue, his eyes like bright sapphires, but the light in them was dull. Gale was broken. He knew he was broken.
As he stared over the railing down at the sea, he sighed to himself and brushed a hand through his oily hair. He hadn’t washed it in days-unless you counted the time when those thugs threw him into the ocean for trying to steal their food. Gale used to be a pirate, a man of glory, a man with a bounty. But four long years had passed-waiting in the shadows and watching, ready for the perfect timing. Except there was no perfect time. He didn’t know what he wanted.
And now, as he stared at the ocean, he couldn’t help but see his reflection in it, the reflection of a frowning man with wrinkles under his eyes despite his young age. Devil. Demon. Horror.
And then he turned around and walked away.
Mortana is sitting on a chair, one leg crossed over the other, gazing out at the ocean. Tapping against the leg of their stained dress pants is their revolver, beautifully carved and handled with obvious love. They look over the railing, and down at the boat, observing how it seemingly breathes in and out with each wave. They shudder. If only Ma could see them now... Ah, no use reminiscing. There'll be time for that after they figure out what's up with this boat and whether or not they need to destroy it. Sighing, they stand up, and almost walk into Gale, reflexively reaching into their crimson vest for a knife while grasping their revolver, before relaxing.
"Hey! Watch where you're going."
“Watch where I’m going? You need to watch where you’re going!” Gale glances around wildly, eyes landing on the small red dragon. “You people are all like this. Always blaming me for your troubles. But honestly it’s you who needs to pay attention to the world around you. Look over there! A goddamn dragon!”
"Oh, boo hoo. Dragons are everywhere these days. Have you never seen a dragonborn?"
"Bloody hell I've seen a Dragonborn." He says coldly. "But dragons are different. Now leave me be."
"Ah, c'mon! I'm fun to be around! I'm amazingly fun to be around!"
"You do seem like a fun time." Gale says sarcastically, eyeing Mortana from top to bottom warily. "I'm Gale. Who might you be? Fancy dressing hints that you might be a noble... I don't like nobles." He runs a hand through his hair again, coming out with some grime. "But the only thing fancy about your vest is the color. Perhaps you're just an annoying commoner."
"Ah, this here vest of mine was passed down from my dad! ... To be honest, I'm not quite sure where he got it, but it's useful! And no, I'm not a noble. And, for the record, I am not annoying. Just wanted to clear that up. Not annoying."
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
The sea was obnoxiously beautiful that day. Gale Levias knew he should be amazed, but all he could do was grunt. The sea was obnoxiously beautiful every day.
Gale was a young man with blue windblown hair that turned teal at the ends, a pair of sharp and curvy horns, and a short figure. He carried a rapier and a lute, the steel of the rapier a shining silver, the wood of the lute a deep mahogany. He wore simple clothing, a tunic, a pair of baggy pants, a cloak that he had bought from one of his contacts. His skin was a pale blue, his eyes like bright sapphires, but the light in them was dull. Gale was broken. He knew he was broken.
As he stared over the railing down at the sea, he sighed to himself and brushed a hand through his oily hair. He hadn’t washed it in days-unless you counted the time when those thugs threw him into the ocean for trying to steal their food. Gale used to be a pirate, a man of glory, a man with a bounty. But four long years had passed-waiting in the shadows and watching, ready for the perfect timing. Except there was no perfect time. He didn’t know what he wanted.
And now, as he stared at the ocean, he couldn’t help but see his reflection in it, the reflection of a frowning man with wrinkles under his eyes despite his young age. Devil. Demon. Horror.
And then he turned around and walked away.
Mortana is sitting on a chair, one leg crossed over the other, gazing out at the ocean. Tapping against the leg of their stained dress pants is their revolver, beautifully carved and handled with obvious love. They look over the railing, and down at the boat, observing how it seemingly breathes in and out with each wave. They shudder. If only Ma could see them now... Ah, no use reminiscing. There'll be time for that after they figure out what's up with this boat and whether or not they need to destroy it. Sighing, they stand up, and almost walk into Gale, reflexively reaching into their crimson vest for a knife while grasping their revolver, before relaxing.
"Hey! Watch where you're going."
“Watch where I’m going? You need to watch where you’re going!” Gale glances around wildly, eyes landing on the small red dragon. “You people are all like this. Always blaming me for your troubles. But honestly it’s you who needs to pay attention to the world around you. Look over there! A goddamn dragon!”
"Oh, boo hoo. Dragons are everywhere these days. Have you never seen a dragonborn?"
"Bloody hell I've seen a Dragonborn." He says coldly. "But dragons are different. Now leave me be."
"Ah, c'mon! I'm fun to be around! I'm amazingly fun to be around!"
"You do seem like a fun time." Gale says sarcastically, eyeing Mortana from top to bottom warily. "I'm Gale. Who might you be? Fancy dressing hints that you might be a noble... I don't like nobles." He runs a hand through his hair again, coming out with some grime. "But the only thing fancy about your vest is the color. Perhaps you're just an annoying commoner."
"Ah, this here vest of mine was passed down from my dad! ... To be honest, I'm not quite sure where he got it, but it's useful! And no, I'm not a noble. And, for the record, I am not annoying. Just wanted to clear that up. Not annoying."
"The fact that you needed to clear that up proves..." He sighs. "Why do I even bother... Hey, do you know where we're going?"
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
The sea was obnoxiously beautiful that day. Gale Levias knew he should be amazed, but all he could do was grunt. The sea was obnoxiously beautiful every day.
Gale was a young man with blue windblown hair that turned teal at the ends, a pair of sharp and curvy horns, and a short figure. He carried a rapier and a lute, the steel of the rapier a shining silver, the wood of the lute a deep mahogany. He wore simple clothing, a tunic, a pair of baggy pants, a cloak that he had bought from one of his contacts. His skin was a pale blue, his eyes like bright sapphires, but the light in them was dull. Gale was broken. He knew he was broken.
As he stared over the railing down at the sea, he sighed to himself and brushed a hand through his oily hair. He hadn’t washed it in days-unless you counted the time when those thugs threw him into the ocean for trying to steal their food. Gale used to be a pirate, a man of glory, a man with a bounty. But four long years had passed-waiting in the shadows and watching, ready for the perfect timing. Except there was no perfect time. He didn’t know what he wanted.
And now, as he stared at the ocean, he couldn’t help but see his reflection in it, the reflection of a frowning man with wrinkles under his eyes despite his young age. Devil. Demon. Horror.
And then he turned around and walked away.
Mortana is sitting on a chair, one leg crossed over the other, gazing out at the ocean. Tapping against the leg of their stained dress pants is their revolver, beautifully carved and handled with obvious love. They look over the railing, and down at the boat, observing how it seemingly breathes in and out with each wave. They shudder. If only Ma could see them now... Ah, no use reminiscing. There'll be time for that after they figure out what's up with this boat and whether or not they need to destroy it. Sighing, they stand up, and almost walk into Gale, reflexively reaching into their crimson vest for a knife while grasping their revolver, before relaxing.
"Hey! Watch where you're going."
“Watch where I’m going? You need to watch where you’re going!” Gale glances around wildly, eyes landing on the small red dragon. “You people are all like this. Always blaming me for your troubles. But honestly it’s you who needs to pay attention to the world around you. Look over there! A goddamn dragon!”
"Oh, boo hoo. Dragons are everywhere these days. Have you never seen a dragonborn?"
"Bloody hell I've seen a Dragonborn." He says coldly. "But dragons are different. Now leave me be."
"Ah, c'mon! I'm fun to be around! I'm amazingly fun to be around!"
"You do seem like a fun time." Gale says sarcastically, eyeing Mortana from top to bottom warily. "I'm Gale. Who might you be? Fancy dressing hints that you might be a noble... I don't like nobles." He runs a hand through his hair again, coming out with some grime. "But the only thing fancy about your vest is the color. Perhaps you're just an annoying commoner."
"Ah, this here vest of mine was passed down from my dad! ... To be honest, I'm not quite sure where he got it, but it's useful! And no, I'm not a noble. And, for the record, I am not annoying. Just wanted to clear that up. Not annoying."
"The fact that you needed to clear that up proves..." He sighs. "Why do I even bother... Hey, do you know where we're going?"
"Nope! Not one bit. I hopped aboard this ship because it seemed unnatural and should be killed. I don't know why everyone else is here, but that's why I'm here!"
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
The sea was obnoxiously beautiful that day. Gale Levias knew he should be amazed, but all he could do was grunt. The sea was obnoxiously beautiful every day.
Gale was a young man with blue windblown hair that turned teal at the ends, a pair of sharp and curvy horns, and a short figure. He carried a rapier and a lute, the steel of the rapier a shining silver, the wood of the lute a deep mahogany. He wore simple clothing, a tunic, a pair of baggy pants, a cloak that he had bought from one of his contacts. His skin was a pale blue, his eyes like bright sapphires, but the light in them was dull. Gale was broken. He knew he was broken.
As he stared over the railing down at the sea, he sighed to himself and brushed a hand through his oily hair. He hadn’t washed it in days-unless you counted the time when those thugs threw him into the ocean for trying to steal their food. Gale used to be a pirate, a man of glory, a man with a bounty. But four long years had passed-waiting in the shadows and watching, ready for the perfect timing. Except there was no perfect time. He didn’t know what he wanted.
And now, as he stared at the ocean, he couldn’t help but see his reflection in it, the reflection of a frowning man with wrinkles under his eyes despite his young age. Devil. Demon. Horror.
And then he turned around and walked away.
Mortana is sitting on a chair, one leg crossed over the other, gazing out at the ocean. Tapping against the leg of their stained dress pants is their revolver, beautifully carved and handled with obvious love. They look over the railing, and down at the boat, observing how it seemingly breathes in and out with each wave. They shudder. If only Ma could see them now... Ah, no use reminiscing. There'll be time for that after they figure out what's up with this boat and whether or not they need to destroy it. Sighing, they stand up, and almost walk into Gale, reflexively reaching into their crimson vest for a knife while grasping their revolver, before relaxing.
"Hey! Watch where you're going."
“Watch where I’m going? You need to watch where you’re going!” Gale glances around wildly, eyes landing on the small red dragon. “You people are all like this. Always blaming me for your troubles. But honestly it’s you who needs to pay attention to the world around you. Look over there! A goddamn dragon!”
"Oh, boo hoo. Dragons are everywhere these days. Have you never seen a dragonborn?"
"Bloody hell I've seen a Dragonborn." He says coldly. "But dragons are different. Now leave me be."
"Ah, c'mon! I'm fun to be around! I'm amazingly fun to be around!"
"You do seem like a fun time." Gale says sarcastically, eyeing Mortana from top to bottom warily. "I'm Gale. Who might you be? Fancy dressing hints that you might be a noble... I don't like nobles." He runs a hand through his hair again, coming out with some grime. "But the only thing fancy about your vest is the color. Perhaps you're just an annoying commoner."
"Ah, this here vest of mine was passed down from my dad! ... To be honest, I'm not quite sure where he got it, but it's useful! And no, I'm not a noble. And, for the record, I am not annoying. Just wanted to clear that up. Not annoying."
"The fact that you needed to clear that up proves..." He sighs. "Why do I even bother... Hey, do you know where we're going?"
"Nope! Not one bit. I hopped aboard this ship because it seemed unnatural and should be killed. I don't know why everyone else is here, but that's why I'm here!"
"I believe I just wandered aboard. Being chased by some goddamn thugs who I decided to steal from. Ship seemed like a decent place to hide out. Next thing I know, it's sailing into the sea. I take caution around the sea. It's a beast."
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
The sea was obnoxiously beautiful that day. Gale Levias knew he should be amazed, but all he could do was grunt. The sea was obnoxiously beautiful every day.
Gale was a young man with blue windblown hair that turned teal at the ends, a pair of sharp and curvy horns, and a short figure. He carried a rapier and a lute, the steel of the rapier a shining silver, the wood of the lute a deep mahogany. He wore simple clothing, a tunic, a pair of baggy pants, a cloak that he had bought from one of his contacts. His skin was a pale blue, his eyes like bright sapphires, but the light in them was dull. Gale was broken. He knew he was broken.
As he stared over the railing down at the sea, he sighed to himself and brushed a hand through his oily hair. He hadn’t washed it in days-unless you counted the time when those thugs threw him into the ocean for trying to steal their food. Gale used to be a pirate, a man of glory, a man with a bounty. But four long years had passed-waiting in the shadows and watching, ready for the perfect timing. Except there was no perfect time. He didn’t know what he wanted.
And now, as he stared at the ocean, he couldn’t help but see his reflection in it, the reflection of a frowning man with wrinkles under his eyes despite his young age. Devil. Demon. Horror.
And then he turned around and walked away.
Mortana is sitting on a chair, one leg crossed over the other, gazing out at the ocean. Tapping against the leg of their stained dress pants is their revolver, beautifully carved and handled with obvious love. They look over the railing, and down at the boat, observing how it seemingly breathes in and out with each wave. They shudder. If only Ma could see them now... Ah, no use reminiscing. There'll be time for that after they figure out what's up with this boat and whether or not they need to destroy it. Sighing, they stand up, and almost walk into Gale, reflexively reaching into their crimson vest for a knife while grasping their revolver, before relaxing.
"Hey! Watch where you're going."
“Watch where I’m going? You need to watch where you’re going!” Gale glances around wildly, eyes landing on the small red dragon. “You people are all like this. Always blaming me for your troubles. But honestly it’s you who needs to pay attention to the world around you. Look over there! A goddamn dragon!”
"Oh, boo hoo. Dragons are everywhere these days. Have you never seen a dragonborn?"
"Bloody hell I've seen a Dragonborn." He says coldly. "But dragons are different. Now leave me be."
"Ah, c'mon! I'm fun to be around! I'm amazingly fun to be around!"
"You do seem like a fun time." Gale says sarcastically, eyeing Mortana from top to bottom warily. "I'm Gale. Who might you be? Fancy dressing hints that you might be a noble... I don't like nobles." He runs a hand through his hair again, coming out with some grime. "But the only thing fancy about your vest is the color. Perhaps you're just an annoying commoner."
"Ah, this here vest of mine was passed down from my dad! ... To be honest, I'm not quite sure where he got it, but it's useful! And no, I'm not a noble. And, for the record, I am not annoying. Just wanted to clear that up. Not annoying."
"The fact that you needed to clear that up proves..." He sighs. "Why do I even bother... Hey, do you know where we're going?"
"Nope! Not one bit. I hopped aboard this ship because it seemed unnatural and should be killed. I don't know why everyone else is here, but that's why I'm here!"
"I believe I just wandered aboard. Being chased by some goddamn thugs who I decided to steal from. Ship seemed like a decent place to hide out. Next thing I know, it's sailing into the sea. I take caution around the sea. It's a beast."
"Really? That sounds rather awful for you. I mean, just get better at thievery. It's quite simple."
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
The sea was obnoxiously beautiful that day. Gale Levias knew he should be amazed, but all he could do was grunt. The sea was obnoxiously beautiful every day.
Gale was a young man with blue windblown hair that turned teal at the ends, a pair of sharp and curvy horns, and a short figure. He carried a rapier and a lute, the steel of the rapier a shining silver, the wood of the lute a deep mahogany. He wore simple clothing, a tunic, a pair of baggy pants, a cloak that he had bought from one of his contacts. His skin was a pale blue, his eyes like bright sapphires, but the light in them was dull. Gale was broken. He knew he was broken.
As he stared over the railing down at the sea, he sighed to himself and brushed a hand through his oily hair. He hadn’t washed it in days-unless you counted the time when those thugs threw him into the ocean for trying to steal their food. Gale used to be a pirate, a man of glory, a man with a bounty. But four long years had passed-waiting in the shadows and watching, ready for the perfect timing. Except there was no perfect time. He didn’t know what he wanted.
And now, as he stared at the ocean, he couldn’t help but see his reflection in it, the reflection of a frowning man with wrinkles under his eyes despite his young age. Devil. Demon. Horror.
And then he turned around and walked away.
Mortana is sitting on a chair, one leg crossed over the other, gazing out at the ocean. Tapping against the leg of their stained dress pants is their revolver, beautifully carved and handled with obvious love. They look over the railing, and down at the boat, observing how it seemingly breathes in and out with each wave. They shudder. If only Ma could see them now... Ah, no use reminiscing. There'll be time for that after they figure out what's up with this boat and whether or not they need to destroy it. Sighing, they stand up, and almost walk into Gale, reflexively reaching into their crimson vest for a knife while grasping their revolver, before relaxing.
"Hey! Watch where you're going."
“Watch where I’m going? You need to watch where you’re going!” Gale glances around wildly, eyes landing on the small red dragon. “You people are all like this. Always blaming me for your troubles. But honestly it’s you who needs to pay attention to the world around you. Look over there! A goddamn dragon!”
"Oh, boo hoo. Dragons are everywhere these days. Have you never seen a dragonborn?"
"Bloody hell I've seen a Dragonborn." He says coldly. "But dragons are different. Now leave me be."
"Ah, c'mon! I'm fun to be around! I'm amazingly fun to be around!"
"You do seem like a fun time." Gale says sarcastically, eyeing Mortana from top to bottom warily. "I'm Gale. Who might you be? Fancy dressing hints that you might be a noble... I don't like nobles." He runs a hand through his hair again, coming out with some grime. "But the only thing fancy about your vest is the color. Perhaps you're just an annoying commoner."
"Ah, this here vest of mine was passed down from my dad! ... To be honest, I'm not quite sure where he got it, but it's useful! And no, I'm not a noble. And, for the record, I am not annoying. Just wanted to clear that up. Not annoying."
"The fact that you needed to clear that up proves..." He sighs. "Why do I even bother... Hey, do you know where we're going?"
"Nope! Not one bit. I hopped aboard this ship because it seemed unnatural and should be killed. I don't know why everyone else is here, but that's why I'm here!"
"I believe I just wandered aboard. Being chased by some goddamn thugs who I decided to steal from. Ship seemed like a decent place to hide out. Next thing I know, it's sailing into the sea. I take caution around the sea. It's a beast."
"Really? That sounds rather awful for you. I mean, just get better at thievery. It's quite simple."
He nods to himself. "A fellow thief, I assume? Excellent. Just excellent. I happen to be a bard as well, which is why I got caught. Decided to play by distraction and then pickpocket them, but my pickpocketing skills are not the best."
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
*Yo Aspen can we get some lore on this world? I assume it's not regular wuwa because Dragonborn, tieflings, and liardfolk exist, so what is the lore? Also I have an idea for why my character is so dumdum about the world.*
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
The sea was obnoxiously beautiful that day. Gale Levias knew he should be amazed, but all he could do was grunt. The sea was obnoxiously beautiful every day.
Gale was a young man with blue windblown hair that turned teal at the ends, a pair of sharp and curvy horns, and a short figure. He carried a rapier and a lute, the steel of the rapier a shining silver, the wood of the lute a deep mahogany. He wore simple clothing, a tunic, a pair of baggy pants, a cloak that he had bought from one of his contacts. His skin was a pale blue, his eyes like bright sapphires, but the light in them was dull. Gale was broken. He knew he was broken.
As he stared over the railing down at the sea, he sighed to himself and brushed a hand through his oily hair. He hadn’t washed it in days-unless you counted the time when those thugs threw him into the ocean for trying to steal their food. Gale used to be a pirate, a man of glory, a man with a bounty. But four long years had passed-waiting in the shadows and watching, ready for the perfect timing. Except there was no perfect time. He didn’t know what he wanted.
And now, as he stared at the ocean, he couldn’t help but see his reflection in it, the reflection of a frowning man with wrinkles under his eyes despite his young age. Devil. Demon. Horror.
And then he turned around and walked away.
Mortana is sitting on a chair, one leg crossed over the other, gazing out at the ocean. Tapping against the leg of their stained dress pants is their revolver, beautifully carved and handled with obvious love. They look over the railing, and down at the boat, observing how it seemingly breathes in and out with each wave. They shudder. If only Ma could see them now... Ah, no use reminiscing. There'll be time for that after they figure out what's up with this boat and whether or not they need to destroy it. Sighing, they stand up, and almost walk into Gale, reflexively reaching into their crimson vest for a knife while grasping their revolver, before relaxing.
"Hey! Watch where you're going."
“Watch where I’m going? You need to watch where you’re going!” Gale glances around wildly, eyes landing on the small red dragon. “You people are all like this. Always blaming me for your troubles. But honestly it’s you who needs to pay attention to the world around you. Look over there! A goddamn dragon!”
"Oh, boo hoo. Dragons are everywhere these days. Have you never seen a dragonborn?"
"Bloody hell I've seen a Dragonborn." He says coldly. "But dragons are different. Now leave me be."
"Ah, c'mon! I'm fun to be around! I'm amazingly fun to be around!"
"You do seem like a fun time." Gale says sarcastically, eyeing Mortana from top to bottom warily. "I'm Gale. Who might you be? Fancy dressing hints that you might be a noble... I don't like nobles." He runs a hand through his hair again, coming out with some grime. "But the only thing fancy about your vest is the color. Perhaps you're just an annoying commoner."
"Ah, this here vest of mine was passed down from my dad! ... To be honest, I'm not quite sure where he got it, but it's useful! And no, I'm not a noble. And, for the record, I am not annoying. Just wanted to clear that up. Not annoying."
"The fact that you needed to clear that up proves..." He sighs. "Why do I even bother... Hey, do you know where we're going?"
"Nope! Not one bit. I hopped aboard this ship because it seemed unnatural and should be killed. I don't know why everyone else is here, but that's why I'm here!"
"I believe I just wandered aboard. Being chased by some goddamn thugs who I decided to steal from. Ship seemed like a decent place to hide out. Next thing I know, it's sailing into the sea. I take caution around the sea. It's a beast."
"Really? That sounds rather awful for you. I mean, just get better at thievery. It's quite simple."
He nods to himself. "A fellow thief, I assume? Excellent. Just excellent. I happen to be a bard as well, which is why I got caught. Decided to play by distraction and then pickpocket them, but my pickpocketing skills are not the best."
"I could try and teach you, if you'd like."
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
The sea was obnoxiously beautiful that day. Gale Levias knew he should be amazed, but all he could do was grunt. The sea was obnoxiously beautiful every day.
Gale was a young man with blue windblown hair that turned teal at the ends, a pair of sharp and curvy horns, and a short figure. He carried a rapier and a lute, the steel of the rapier a shining silver, the wood of the lute a deep mahogany. He wore simple clothing, a tunic, a pair of baggy pants, a cloak that he had bought from one of his contacts. His skin was a pale blue, his eyes like bright sapphires, but the light in them was dull. Gale was broken. He knew he was broken.
As he stared over the railing down at the sea, he sighed to himself and brushed a hand through his oily hair. He hadn’t washed it in days-unless you counted the time when those thugs threw him into the ocean for trying to steal their food. Gale used to be a pirate, a man of glory, a man with a bounty. But four long years had passed-waiting in the shadows and watching, ready for the perfect timing. Except there was no perfect time. He didn’t know what he wanted.
And now, as he stared at the ocean, he couldn’t help but see his reflection in it, the reflection of a frowning man with wrinkles under his eyes despite his young age. Devil. Demon. Horror.
And then he turned around and walked away.
Mortana is sitting on a chair, one leg crossed over the other, gazing out at the ocean. Tapping against the leg of their stained dress pants is their revolver, beautifully carved and handled with obvious love. They look over the railing, and down at the boat, observing how it seemingly breathes in and out with each wave. They shudder. If only Ma could see them now... Ah, no use reminiscing. There'll be time for that after they figure out what's up with this boat and whether or not they need to destroy it. Sighing, they stand up, and almost walk into Gale, reflexively reaching into their crimson vest for a knife while grasping their revolver, before relaxing.
"Hey! Watch where you're going."
“Watch where I’m going? You need to watch where you’re going!” Gale glances around wildly, eyes landing on the small red dragon. “You people are all like this. Always blaming me for your troubles. But honestly it’s you who needs to pay attention to the world around you. Look over there! A goddamn dragon!”
"Oh, boo hoo. Dragons are everywhere these days. Have you never seen a dragonborn?"
"Bloody hell I've seen a Dragonborn." He says coldly. "But dragons are different. Now leave me be."
"Ah, c'mon! I'm fun to be around! I'm amazingly fun to be around!"
"You do seem like a fun time." Gale says sarcastically, eyeing Mortana from top to bottom warily. "I'm Gale. Who might you be? Fancy dressing hints that you might be a noble... I don't like nobles." He runs a hand through his hair again, coming out with some grime. "But the only thing fancy about your vest is the color. Perhaps you're just an annoying commoner."
"Ah, this here vest of mine was passed down from my dad! ... To be honest, I'm not quite sure where he got it, but it's useful! And no, I'm not a noble. And, for the record, I am not annoying. Just wanted to clear that up. Not annoying."
"The fact that you needed to clear that up proves..." He sighs. "Why do I even bother... Hey, do you know where we're going?"
"Nope! Not one bit. I hopped aboard this ship because it seemed unnatural and should be killed. I don't know why everyone else is here, but that's why I'm here!"
"I believe I just wandered aboard. Being chased by some goddamn thugs who I decided to steal from. Ship seemed like a decent place to hide out. Next thing I know, it's sailing into the sea. I take caution around the sea. It's a beast."
"Really? That sounds rather awful for you. I mean, just get better at thievery. It's quite simple."
He nods to himself. "A fellow thief, I assume? Excellent. Just excellent. I happen to be a bard as well, which is why I got caught. Decided to play by distraction and then pickpocket them, but my pickpocketing skills are not the best."
"I could try and teach you, if you'd like."
"Hmmmmmm... Thank you. I suppose it shall be useful for survival..."
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
The sea was obnoxiously beautiful that day. Gale Levias knew he should be amazed, but all he could do was grunt. The sea was obnoxiously beautiful every day.
Gale was a young man with blue windblown hair that turned teal at the ends, a pair of sharp and curvy horns, and a short figure. He carried a rapier and a lute, the steel of the rapier a shining silver, the wood of the lute a deep mahogany. He wore simple clothing, a tunic, a pair of baggy pants, a cloak that he had bought from one of his contacts. His skin was a pale blue, his eyes like bright sapphires, but the light in them was dull. Gale was broken. He knew he was broken.
As he stared over the railing down at the sea, he sighed to himself and brushed a hand through his oily hair. He hadn’t washed it in days-unless you counted the time when those thugs threw him into the ocean for trying to steal their food. Gale used to be a pirate, a man of glory, a man with a bounty. But four long years had passed-waiting in the shadows and watching, ready for the perfect timing. Except there was no perfect time. He didn’t know what he wanted.
And now, as he stared at the ocean, he couldn’t help but see his reflection in it, the reflection of a frowning man with wrinkles under his eyes despite his young age. Devil. Demon. Horror.
And then he turned around and walked away.
Mortana is sitting on a chair, one leg crossed over the other, gazing out at the ocean. Tapping against the leg of their stained dress pants is their revolver, beautifully carved and handled with obvious love. They look over the railing, and down at the boat, observing how it seemingly breathes in and out with each wave. They shudder. If only Ma could see them now... Ah, no use reminiscing. There'll be time for that after they figure out what's up with this boat and whether or not they need to destroy it. Sighing, they stand up, and almost walk into Gale, reflexively reaching into their crimson vest for a knife while grasping their revolver, before relaxing.
"Hey! Watch where you're going."
“Watch where I’m going? You need to watch where you’re going!” Gale glances around wildly, eyes landing on the small red dragon. “You people are all like this. Always blaming me for your troubles. But honestly it’s you who needs to pay attention to the world around you. Look over there! A goddamn dragon!”
"Oh, boo hoo. Dragons are everywhere these days. Have you never seen a dragonborn?"
"Bloody hell I've seen a Dragonborn." He says coldly. "But dragons are different. Now leave me be."
"Ah, c'mon! I'm fun to be around! I'm amazingly fun to be around!"
"You do seem like a fun time." Gale says sarcastically, eyeing Mortana from top to bottom warily. "I'm Gale. Who might you be? Fancy dressing hints that you might be a noble... I don't like nobles." He runs a hand through his hair again, coming out with some grime. "But the only thing fancy about your vest is the color. Perhaps you're just an annoying commoner."
"Ah, this here vest of mine was passed down from my dad! ... To be honest, I'm not quite sure where he got it, but it's useful! And no, I'm not a noble. And, for the record, I am not annoying. Just wanted to clear that up. Not annoying."
"The fact that you needed to clear that up proves..." He sighs. "Why do I even bother... Hey, do you know where we're going?"
"Nope! Not one bit. I hopped aboard this ship because it seemed unnatural and should be killed. I don't know why everyone else is here, but that's why I'm here!"
"I believe I just wandered aboard. Being chased by some goddamn thugs who I decided to steal from. Ship seemed like a decent place to hide out. Next thing I know, it's sailing into the sea. I take caution around the sea. It's a beast."
"Really? That sounds rather awful for you. I mean, just get better at thievery. It's quite simple."
He nods to himself. "A fellow thief, I assume? Excellent. Just excellent. I happen to be a bard as well, which is why I got caught. Decided to play by distraction and then pickpocket them, but my pickpocketing skills are not the best."
"I could try and teach you, if you'd like."
"Hmmmmmm... Thank you. I suppose it shall be useful for survival..."
"I suppose it would..."
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
The man in the glass mask is looking over the edge of the ship, at the water
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
*Bananer, are you stalking?*
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate.
I am a teenage boy. I have Insomnia, ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden; they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
"Ah, c'mon! I'm fun to be around! I'm amazingly fun to be around!"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"You do seem like a fun time." Gale says sarcastically, eyeing Mortana from top to bottom warily. "I'm Gale. Who might you be? Fancy dressing hints that you might be a noble... I don't like nobles." He runs a hand through his hair again, coming out with some grime. "But the only thing fancy about your vest is the color. Perhaps you're just an annoying commoner."
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
"Ah, this here vest of mine was passed down from my dad! ... To be honest, I'm not quite sure where he got it, but it's useful! And no, I'm not a noble. And, for the record, I am not annoying. Just wanted to clear that up. Not annoying."
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"The fact that you needed to clear that up proves..." He sighs. "Why do I even bother... Hey, do you know where we're going?"
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
"Nope! Not one bit. I hopped aboard this ship because it seemed unnatural and should be killed. I don't know why everyone else is here, but that's why I'm here!"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"I believe I just wandered aboard. Being chased by some goddamn thugs who I decided to steal from. Ship seemed like a decent place to hide out. Next thing I know, it's sailing into the sea. I take caution around the sea. It's a beast."
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
"Really? That sounds rather awful for you. I mean, just get better at thievery. It's quite simple."
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
they'll use a number of diff stat blocks, since they range in shape and size so much
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
He nods to himself. "A fellow thief, I assume? Excellent. Just excellent. I happen to be a bard as well, which is why I got caught. Decided to play by distraction and then pickpocket them, but my pickpocketing skills are not the best."
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
*Yo Aspen can we get some lore on this world? I assume it's not regular wuwa because Dragonborn, tieflings, and liardfolk exist, so what is the lore? Also I have an idea for why my character is so dumdum about the world.*
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
"I could try and teach you, if you'd like."
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"Hmmmmmm... Thank you. I suppose it shall be useful for survival..."
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
"I suppose it would..."
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
The man in the glass mask is looking over the edge of the ship, at the water
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
*cut with Gonzalo.*
"I told you my name. What should I call you?"
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
"My name's Mortana."
They take a deep bow, before stumbling on a loose nail, and standing back up with a sheepish grin.
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"Hello, Mortana." He says, nodding to them. "It is good to meet a fellow thief. Perhaps if we get off this boat, we could make a good team."
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
"Perhaps we would... Anyways. Lessons on pickpocketing, correct?"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"Indeed."
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!