A 6'1 man in a long, brown, dusty coat walk in. He has a cowboy hat and a pair of goggles, a pair of leather pants with a belt and two revolver holsters on either side, and a pair of boots with spurs. He walks with a confidence only a cowboy would have.
He walks over to the bar and gets a bottle of whiskey.
The Brand is sitting near-by with 3_120
"What's that?" He gestures to 3_120. His voice is thickly southern.
"I am a robotic tiger"
"That's interstin' for sure." He walks over and pats 3_120 on the head.
"Why do people keep doing that?!"
"Not every day ya see somethin' like you."
"Doesnt mean they have to to touch my head. I dont see you every day, yet Im not after yours"
"ey.. But your just so cute, but im afraid YA might bit me"
"Biting is the least of your worries. My claws are equally sharp, but mr maneuverable, and my inner blades can grind you." He doesnt say this in a threatening way, more as if just stating fact
"Don't like being called cute?" He had a grin.
"Its untrue"
"Ya sure 'bout that, cutey?" He took off his goggles, letting them hang around his neck.
"ihave to agree with him" he stuck his hand out to the newcomer "the Brand, its a pleasure"
He shook his hand. "Hauke Clawstone, I got a feelin' we'll be great friends."
"agreed mate" he said and chuckled.
*Let the chaos ensue!*
"So, what's it like 'round here?"
"quiet." He smiled, his green eyes glinted slightly (If you ever read Joker/Harley, the actual title of it, this is his vibe idea) "but ya know, normal"
"How 'bout we make it loud and strange?" His chocolaty brown eyes had a mischievous look in them. *Never read it, but I know what you mean*
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A 6'1 man in a long, brown, dusty coat walk in. He has a cowboy hat and a pair of goggles, a pair of leather pants with a belt and two revolver holsters on either side, and a pair of boots with spurs. He walks with a confidence only a cowboy would have.
He walks over to the bar and gets a bottle of whiskey.
The Brand is sitting near-by with 3_120
"What's that?" He gestures to 3_120. His voice is thickly southern.
"I am a robotic tiger"
"That's interstin' for sure." He walks over and pats 3_120 on the head.
"Why do people keep doing that?!"
"Not every day ya see somethin' like you."
"Doesnt mean they have to to touch my head. I dont see you every day, yet Im not after yours"
"ey.. But your just so cute, but im afraid YA might bit me"
"Biting is the least of your worries. My claws are equally sharp, but mr maneuverable, and my inner blades can grind you." He doesnt say this in a threatening way, more as if just stating fact
"Don't like being called cute?" He had a grin.
"Its untrue"
"Ya sure 'bout that, cutey?" He took off his goggles, letting them hang around his neck.
"ihave to agree with him" he stuck his hand out to the newcomer "the Brand, its a pleasure"
"... You both are acting foolish."
"its how I act" he said and petted Sweet boy, who was by his side. Sweet Boy tilted his animal skilled head, the large rams horns looked menacing.
"Thats not a wise decision"
"eh, somethings are foolish, but ya do them anyways"
"... Why?"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
A 6'1 man in a long, brown, dusty coat walk in. He has a cowboy hat and a pair of goggles, a pair of leather pants with a belt and two revolver holsters on either side, and a pair of boots with spurs. He walks with a confidence only a cowboy would have.
He walks over to the bar and gets a bottle of whiskey.
The Brand is sitting near-by with 3_120
"What's that?" He gestures to 3_120. His voice is thickly southern.
"I am a robotic tiger"
"That's interstin' for sure." He walks over and pats 3_120 on the head.
"Why do people keep doing that?!"
"Not every day ya see somethin' like you."
"Doesnt mean they have to to touch my head. I dont see you every day, yet Im not after yours"
"ey.. But your just so cute, but im afraid YA might bit me"
"Biting is the least of your worries. My claws are equally sharp, but mr maneuverable, and my inner blades can grind you." He doesnt say this in a threatening way, more as if just stating fact
"Don't like being called cute?" He had a grin.
"Its untrue"
"Ya sure 'bout that, cutey?" He took off his goggles, letting them hang around his neck.
"ihave to agree with him" he stuck his hand out to the newcomer "the Brand, its a pleasure"
He shook his hand. "Hauke Clawstone, I got a feelin' we'll be great friends."
"agreed mate" he said and chuckled.
*Let the chaos ensue!*
"So, what's it like 'round here?"
"quiet." He smiled, his green eyes glinted slightly (If you ever read Joker/Harley, the actual title of it, this is his vibe idea) "but ya know, normal"
"How 'bout we make it loud and strange?" His chocolaty brown eyes had a mischievous look in them. *Never read it, but I know what you mean*
*its really good, I got it yesterday from the public library. Its dark and heart-wrecking *
He chuckled and out on a mask, it wasn't his normal black with the red star. It was a black mask with white outlines, the idea of a skeleton face. "im down for it"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A 6'1 man in a long, brown, dusty coat walk in. He has a cowboy hat and a pair of goggles, a pair of leather pants with a belt and two revolver holsters on either side, and a pair of boots with spurs. He walks with a confidence only a cowboy would have.
He walks over to the bar and gets a bottle of whiskey.
The Brand is sitting near-by with 3_120
"What's that?" He gestures to 3_120. His voice is thickly southern.
"I am a robotic tiger"
"That's interstin' for sure." He walks over and pats 3_120 on the head.
"Why do people keep doing that?!"
"Not every day ya see somethin' like you."
"Doesnt mean they have to to touch my head. I dont see you every day, yet Im not after yours"
"ey.. But your just so cute, but im afraid YA might bit me"
"Biting is the least of your worries. My claws are equally sharp, but mr maneuverable, and my inner blades can grind you." He doesnt say this in a threatening way, more as if just stating fact
"Don't like being called cute?" He had a grin.
"Its untrue"
"Ya sure 'bout that, cutey?" He took off his goggles, letting them hang around his neck.
"ihave to agree with him" he stuck his hand out to the newcomer "the Brand, its a pleasure"
"... You both are acting foolish."
"its how I act" he said and petted Sweet boy, who was by his side. Sweet Boy tilted his animal skilled head, the large rams horns looked menacing.
"Thats not a wise decision"
"eh, somethings are foolish, but ya do them anyways"
"... Why?"
"for love, for hope, for a last attempt " he said, and messed with a shot glass, looking at the reflection
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A 6'1 man in a long, brown, dusty coat walk in. He has a cowboy hat and a pair of goggles, a pair of leather pants with a belt and two revolver holsters on either side, and a pair of boots with spurs. He walks with a confidence only a cowboy would have.
He walks over to the bar and gets a bottle of whiskey.
The Brand is sitting near-by with 3_120
"What's that?" He gestures to 3_120. His voice is thickly southern.
"I am a robotic tiger"
"That's interstin' for sure." He walks over and pats 3_120 on the head.
"Why do people keep doing that?!"
"Not every day ya see somethin' like you."
"Doesnt mean they have to to touch my head. I dont see you every day, yet Im not after yours"
"ey.. But your just so cute, but im afraid YA might bit me"
"Biting is the least of your worries. My claws are equally sharp, but mr maneuverable, and my inner blades can grind you." He doesnt say this in a threatening way, more as if just stating fact
"Don't like being called cute?" He had a grin.
"Its untrue"
"Ya sure 'bout that, cutey?" He took off his goggles, letting them hang around his neck.
"ihave to agree with him" he stuck his hand out to the newcomer "the Brand, its a pleasure"
He shook his hand. "Hauke Clawstone, I got a feelin' we'll be great friends."
"agreed mate" he said and chuckled.
*Let the chaos ensue!*
"So, what's it like 'round here?"
"quiet." He smiled, his green eyes glinted slightly (If you ever read Joker/Harley, the actual title of it, this is his vibe idea) "but ya know, normal"
"How 'bout we make it loud and strange?" His chocolaty brown eyes had a mischievous look in them. *Never read it, but I know what you mean*
*its really good, I got it yesterday from the public library. Its dark and heart-wrecking *
He chuckled and out on a mask, it wasn't his normal black with the red star. It was a black mask with white outlines, the idea of a skeleton face. "im down for it"
"What you wanna do first?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A 6'1 man in a long, brown, dusty coat walk in. He has a cowboy hat and a pair of goggles, a pair of leather pants with a belt and two revolver holsters on either side, and a pair of boots with spurs. He walks with a confidence only a cowboy would have.
He walks over to the bar and gets a bottle of whiskey.
The Brand is sitting near-by with 3_120
"What's that?" He gestures to 3_120. His voice is thickly southern.
"I am a robotic tiger"
"That's interstin' for sure." He walks over and pats 3_120 on the head.
"Why do people keep doing that?!"
"Not every day ya see somethin' like you."
"Doesnt mean they have to to touch my head. I dont see you every day, yet Im not after yours"
"ey.. But your just so cute, but im afraid YA might bit me"
"Biting is the least of your worries. My claws are equally sharp, but mr maneuverable, and my inner blades can grind you." He doesnt say this in a threatening way, more as if just stating fact
"Don't like being called cute?" He had a grin.
"Its untrue"
"Ya sure 'bout that, cutey?" He took off his goggles, letting them hang around his neck.
"ihave to agree with him" he stuck his hand out to the newcomer "the Brand, its a pleasure"
"... You both are acting foolish."
"its how I act" he said and petted Sweet boy, who was by his side. Sweet Boy tilted his animal skilled head, the large rams horns looked menacing.
"Thats not a wise decision"
"eh, somethings are foolish, but ya do them anyways"
"... Why?"
"for love, for hope, for a last attempt " he said, and messed with a shot glass, looking at the reflection
"Last attempt?"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
A 6'1 man in a long, brown, dusty coat walk in. He has a cowboy hat and a pair of goggles, a pair of leather pants with a belt and two revolver holsters on either side, and a pair of boots with spurs. He walks with a confidence only a cowboy would have.
He walks over to the bar and gets a bottle of whiskey.
The Brand is sitting near-by with 3_120
"What's that?" He gestures to 3_120. His voice is thickly southern.
"I am a robotic tiger"
"That's interstin' for sure." He walks over and pats 3_120 on the head.
"Why do people keep doing that?!"
"Not every day ya see somethin' like you."
"Doesnt mean they have to to touch my head. I dont see you every day, yet Im not after yours"
"ey.. But your just so cute, but im afraid YA might bit me"
"Biting is the least of your worries. My claws are equally sharp, but mr maneuverable, and my inner blades can grind you." He doesnt say this in a threatening way, more as if just stating fact
"Don't like being called cute?" He had a grin.
"Its untrue"
"Ya sure 'bout that, cutey?" He took off his goggles, letting them hang around his neck.
"ihave to agree with him" he stuck his hand out to the newcomer "the Brand, its a pleasure"
He shook his hand. "Hauke Clawstone, I got a feelin' we'll be great friends."
"agreed mate" he said and chuckled.
*Let the chaos ensue!*
"So, what's it like 'round here?"
"quiet." He smiled, his green eyes glinted slightly (If you ever read Joker/Harley, the actual title of it, this is his vibe idea) "but ya know, normal"
"How 'bout we make it loud and strange?" His chocolaty brown eyes had a mischievous look in them. *Never read it, but I know what you mean*
*its really good, I got it yesterday from the public library. Its dark and heart-wrecking *
He chuckled and out on a mask, it wasn't his normal black with the red star. It was a black mask with white outlines, the idea of a skeleton face. "im down for it"
"What you wanna do first?"
"rustle up some goblin? Find a gold dragon wyrmling?" He listed of numerous things.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A 6'1 man in a long, brown, dusty coat walk in. He has a cowboy hat and a pair of goggles, a pair of leather pants with a belt and two revolver holsters on either side, and a pair of boots with spurs. He walks with a confidence only a cowboy would have.
He walks over to the bar and gets a bottle of whiskey.
The Brand is sitting near-by with 3_120
"What's that?" He gestures to 3_120. His voice is thickly southern.
"I am a robotic tiger"
"That's interstin' for sure." He walks over and pats 3_120 on the head.
"Why do people keep doing that?!"
"Not every day ya see somethin' like you."
"Doesnt mean they have to to touch my head. I dont see you every day, yet Im not after yours"
"ey.. But your just so cute, but im afraid YA might bit me"
"Biting is the least of your worries. My claws are equally sharp, but mr maneuverable, and my inner blades can grind you." He doesnt say this in a threatening way, more as if just stating fact
"Don't like being called cute?" He had a grin.
"Its untrue"
"Ya sure 'bout that, cutey?" He took off his goggles, letting them hang around his neck.
"ihave to agree with him" he stuck his hand out to the newcomer "the Brand, its a pleasure"
"... You both are acting foolish."
"its how I act" he said and petted Sweet boy, who was by his side. Sweet Boy tilted his animal skilled head, the large rams horns looked menacing.
"Thats not a wise decision"
"eh, somethings are foolish, but ya do them anyways"
"... Why?"
"for love, for hope, for a last attempt " he said, and messed with a shot glass, looking at the reflection
"Last attempt?"
"like say your dying but you go out swinging. A last attempt " he said
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A 6'1 man in a long, brown, dusty coat walk in. He has a cowboy hat and a pair of goggles, a pair of leather pants with a belt and two revolver holsters on either side, and a pair of boots with spurs. He walks with a confidence only a cowboy would have.
He walks over to the bar and gets a bottle of whiskey.
The Brand is sitting near-by with 3_120
"What's that?" He gestures to 3_120. His voice is thickly southern.
"I am a robotic tiger"
"That's interstin' for sure." He walks over and pats 3_120 on the head.
"Why do people keep doing that?!"
"Not every day ya see somethin' like you."
"Doesnt mean they have to to touch my head. I dont see you every day, yet Im not after yours"
"ey.. But your just so cute, but im afraid YA might bit me"
"Biting is the least of your worries. My claws are equally sharp, but mr maneuverable, and my inner blades can grind you." He doesnt say this in a threatening way, more as if just stating fact
"Don't like being called cute?" He had a grin.
"Its untrue"
"Ya sure 'bout that, cutey?" He took off his goggles, letting them hang around his neck.
"ihave to agree with him" he stuck his hand out to the newcomer "the Brand, its a pleasure"
He shook his hand. "Hauke Clawstone, I got a feelin' we'll be great friends."
"agreed mate" he said and chuckled.
*Let the chaos ensue!*
"So, what's it like 'round here?"
"quiet." He smiled, his green eyes glinted slightly (If you ever read Joker/Harley, the actual title of it, this is his vibe idea) "but ya know, normal"
"How 'bout we make it loud and strange?" His chocolaty brown eyes had a mischievous look in them. *Never read it, but I know what you mean*
*its really good, I got it yesterday from the public library. Its dark and heart-wrecking *
He chuckled and out on a mask, it wasn't his normal black with the red star. It was a black mask with white outlines, the idea of a skeleton face. "im down for it"
"What you wanna do first?"
"rustle up some goblin? Find a gold dragon wyrmling?" He listed of numerous things.
"All of it."
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A 6'1 man in a long, brown, dusty coat walk in. He has a cowboy hat and a pair of goggles, a pair of leather pants with a belt and two revolver holsters on either side, and a pair of boots with spurs. He walks with a confidence only a cowboy would have.
He walks over to the bar and gets a bottle of whiskey.
The Brand is sitting near-by with 3_120
"What's that?" He gestures to 3_120. His voice is thickly southern.
"I am a robotic tiger"
"That's interstin' for sure." He walks over and pats 3_120 on the head.
"Why do people keep doing that?!"
"Not every day ya see somethin' like you."
"Doesnt mean they have to to touch my head. I dont see you every day, yet Im not after yours"
"ey.. But your just so cute, but im afraid YA might bit me"
"Biting is the least of your worries. My claws are equally sharp, but mr maneuverable, and my inner blades can grind you." He doesnt say this in a threatening way, more as if just stating fact
"Don't like being called cute?" He had a grin.
"Its untrue"
"Ya sure 'bout that, cutey?" He took off his goggles, letting them hang around his neck.
"ihave to agree with him" he stuck his hand out to the newcomer "the Brand, its a pleasure"
"... You both are acting foolish."
"its how I act" he said and petted Sweet boy, who was by his side. Sweet Boy tilted his animal skilled head, the large rams horns looked menacing.
"Thats not a wise decision"
"eh, somethings are foolish, but ya do them anyways"
"... Why?"
"for love, for hope, for a last attempt " he said, and messed with a shot glass, looking at the reflection
"Last attempt?"
"like say your dying but you go out swinging. A last attempt " he said
"If Im dying, then I run. Its the wise choice"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
A 6'1 man in a long, brown, dusty coat walk in. He has a cowboy hat and a pair of goggles, a pair of leather pants with a belt and two revolver holsters on either side, and a pair of boots with spurs. He walks with a confidence only a cowboy would have.
He walks over to the bar and gets a bottle of whiskey.
The Brand is sitting near-by with 3_120
"What's that?" He gestures to 3_120. His voice is thickly southern.
"I am a robotic tiger"
"That's interstin' for sure." He walks over and pats 3_120 on the head.
"Why do people keep doing that?!"
"Not every day ya see somethin' like you."
"Doesnt mean they have to to touch my head. I dont see you every day, yet Im not after yours"
"ey.. But your just so cute, but im afraid YA might bit me"
"Biting is the least of your worries. My claws are equally sharp, but mr maneuverable, and my inner blades can grind you." He doesnt say this in a threatening way, more as if just stating fact
"Don't like being called cute?" He had a grin.
"Its untrue"
"Ya sure 'bout that, cutey?" He took off his goggles, letting them hang around his neck.
"ihave to agree with him" he stuck his hand out to the newcomer "the Brand, its a pleasure"
He shook his hand. "Hauke Clawstone, I got a feelin' we'll be great friends."
"agreed mate" he said and chuckled.
*Let the chaos ensue!*
"So, what's it like 'round here?"
"quiet." He smiled, his green eyes glinted slightly (If you ever read Joker/Harley, the actual title of it, this is his vibe idea) "but ya know, normal"
"How 'bout we make it loud and strange?" His chocolaty brown eyes had a mischievous look in them. *Never read it, but I know what you mean*
*its really good, I got it yesterday from the public library. Its dark and heart-wrecking *
He chuckled and out on a mask, it wasn't his normal black with the red star. It was a black mask with white outlines, the idea of a skeleton face. "im down for it"
"What you wanna do first?"
"rustle up some goblin? Find a gold dragon wyrmling?" He listed of numerous things.
"All of it."
"very well" he rolled up his jackets sleeves, he had multiple tattoo's "let me go find my stuff"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A 6'1 man in a long, brown, dusty coat walk in. He has a cowboy hat and a pair of goggles, a pair of leather pants with a belt and two revolver holsters on either side, and a pair of boots with spurs. He walks with a confidence only a cowboy would have.
He walks over to the bar and gets a bottle of whiskey.
The Brand is sitting near-by with 3_120
"What's that?" He gestures to 3_120. His voice is thickly southern.
"I am a robotic tiger"
"That's interstin' for sure." He walks over and pats 3_120 on the head.
"Why do people keep doing that?!"
"Not every day ya see somethin' like you."
"Doesnt mean they have to to touch my head. I dont see you every day, yet Im not after yours"
"ey.. But your just so cute, but im afraid YA might bit me"
"Biting is the least of your worries. My claws are equally sharp, but mr maneuverable, and my inner blades can grind you." He doesnt say this in a threatening way, more as if just stating fact
"Don't like being called cute?" He had a grin.
"Its untrue"
"Ya sure 'bout that, cutey?" He took off his goggles, letting them hang around his neck.
"ihave to agree with him" he stuck his hand out to the newcomer "the Brand, its a pleasure"
"... You both are acting foolish."
"its how I act" he said and petted Sweet boy, who was by his side. Sweet Boy tilted his animal skilled head, the large rams horns looked menacing.
"Thats not a wise decision"
"eh, somethings are foolish, but ya do them anyways"
"... Why?"
"for love, for hope, for a last attempt " he said, and messed with a shot glass, looking at the reflection
"Last attempt?"
"like say your dying but you go out swinging. A last attempt " he said
"If Im dying, then I run. Its the wise choice"
"but what if you cant? You are just going to let yourself die?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A 6'1 man in a long, brown, dusty coat walk in. He has a cowboy hat and a pair of goggles, a pair of leather pants with a belt and two revolver holsters on either side, and a pair of boots with spurs. He walks with a confidence only a cowboy would have.
He walks over to the bar and gets a bottle of whiskey.
The Brand is sitting near-by with 3_120
"What's that?" He gestures to 3_120. His voice is thickly southern.
"I am a robotic tiger"
"That's interstin' for sure." He walks over and pats 3_120 on the head.
"Why do people keep doing that?!"
"Not every day ya see somethin' like you."
"Doesnt mean they have to to touch my head. I dont see you every day, yet Im not after yours"
"ey.. But your just so cute, but im afraid YA might bit me"
"Biting is the least of your worries. My claws are equally sharp, but mr maneuverable, and my inner blades can grind you." He doesnt say this in a threatening way, more as if just stating fact
"Don't like being called cute?" He had a grin.
"Its untrue"
"Ya sure 'bout that, cutey?" He took off his goggles, letting them hang around his neck.
"ihave to agree with him" he stuck his hand out to the newcomer "the Brand, its a pleasure"
He shook his hand. "Hauke Clawstone, I got a feelin' we'll be great friends."
"agreed mate" he said and chuckled.
*Let the chaos ensue!*
"So, what's it like 'round here?"
"quiet." He smiled, his green eyes glinted slightly (If you ever read Joker/Harley, the actual title of it, this is his vibe idea) "but ya know, normal"
"How 'bout we make it loud and strange?" His chocolaty brown eyes had a mischievous look in them. *Never read it, but I know what you mean*
*its really good, I got it yesterday from the public library. Its dark and heart-wrecking *
He chuckled and out on a mask, it wasn't his normal black with the red star. It was a black mask with white outlines, the idea of a skeleton face. "im down for it"
"What you wanna do first?"
"rustle up some goblin? Find a gold dragon wyrmling?" He listed of numerous things.
"All of it."
"very well" he rolled up his jackets sleeves, he had multiple tattoo's "let me go find my stuff"
"I'll be right here." He took a few gulps out of the bottle.
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A 6'1 man in a long, brown, dusty coat walk in. He has a cowboy hat and a pair of goggles, a pair of leather pants with a belt and two revolver holsters on either side, and a pair of boots with spurs. He walks with a confidence only a cowboy would have.
He walks over to the bar and gets a bottle of whiskey.
The Brand is sitting near-by with 3_120
"What's that?" He gestures to 3_120. His voice is thickly southern.
"I am a robotic tiger"
"That's interstin' for sure." He walks over and pats 3_120 on the head.
"Why do people keep doing that?!"
"Not every day ya see somethin' like you."
"Doesnt mean they have to to touch my head. I dont see you every day, yet Im not after yours"
"ey.. But your just so cute, but im afraid YA might bit me"
"Biting is the least of your worries. My claws are equally sharp, but mr maneuverable, and my inner blades can grind you." He doesnt say this in a threatening way, more as if just stating fact
"Don't like being called cute?" He had a grin.
"Its untrue"
"Ya sure 'bout that, cutey?" He took off his goggles, letting them hang around his neck.
"ihave to agree with him" he stuck his hand out to the newcomer "the Brand, its a pleasure"
He shook his hand. "Hauke Clawstone, I got a feelin' we'll be great friends."
"agreed mate" he said and chuckled.
*Let the chaos ensue!*
"So, what's it like 'round here?"
"quiet." He smiled, his green eyes glinted slightly (If you ever read Joker/Harley, the actual title of it, this is his vibe idea) "but ya know, normal"
"How 'bout we make it loud and strange?" His chocolaty brown eyes had a mischievous look in them. *Never read it, but I know what you mean*
*its really good, I got it yesterday from the public library. Its dark and heart-wrecking *
He chuckled and out on a mask, it wasn't his normal black with the red star. It was a black mask with white outlines, the idea of a skeleton face. "im down for it"
"What you wanna do first?"
"rustle up some goblin? Find a gold dragon wyrmling?" He listed of numerous things.
"All of it."
"very well" he rolled up his jackets sleeves, he had multiple tattoo's "let me go find my stuff"
"I'll be right here." He took a few gulps out of the bottle.
He came back downstairs, he had his belt and shoulder holsters holding huns, knives, gernades, and other weapons.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A 6'1 man in a long, brown, dusty coat walk in. He has a cowboy hat and a pair of goggles, a pair of leather pants with a belt and two revolver holsters on either side, and a pair of boots with spurs. He walks with a confidence only a cowboy would have.
He walks over to the bar and gets a bottle of whiskey.
The Brand is sitting near-by with 3_120
"What's that?" He gestures to 3_120. His voice is thickly southern.
"I am a robotic tiger"
"That's interstin' for sure." He walks over and pats 3_120 on the head.
"Why do people keep doing that?!"
"Not every day ya see somethin' like you."
"Doesnt mean they have to to touch my head. I dont see you every day, yet Im not after yours"
"ey.. But your just so cute, but im afraid YA might bit me"
"Biting is the least of your worries. My claws are equally sharp, but mr maneuverable, and my inner blades can grind you." He doesnt say this in a threatening way, more as if just stating fact
"Don't like being called cute?" He had a grin.
"Its untrue"
"Ya sure 'bout that, cutey?" He took off his goggles, letting them hang around his neck.
"ihave to agree with him" he stuck his hand out to the newcomer "the Brand, its a pleasure"
"... You both are acting foolish."
"its how I act" he said and petted Sweet boy, who was by his side. Sweet Boy tilted his animal skilled head, the large rams horns looked menacing.
"Thats not a wise decision"
"eh, somethings are foolish, but ya do them anyways"
"... Why?"
"for love, for hope, for a last attempt " he said, and messed with a shot glass, looking at the reflection
"Last attempt?"
"like say your dying but you go out swinging. A last attempt " he said
"If Im dying, then I run. Its the wise choice"
"but what if you cant? You are just going to let yourself die?"
"Attempt harder to run. If I cant, it wouldnt be my first death"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
A 6'1 man in a long, brown, dusty coat walk in. He has a cowboy hat and a pair of goggles, a pair of leather pants with a belt and two revolver holsters on either side, and a pair of boots with spurs. He walks with a confidence only a cowboy would have.
He walks over to the bar and gets a bottle of whiskey.
The Brand is sitting near-by with 3_120
"What's that?" He gestures to 3_120. His voice is thickly southern.
"I am a robotic tiger"
"That's interstin' for sure." He walks over and pats 3_120 on the head.
"Why do people keep doing that?!"
"Not every day ya see somethin' like you."
"Doesnt mean they have to to touch my head. I dont see you every day, yet Im not after yours"
"ey.. But your just so cute, but im afraid YA might bit me"
"Biting is the least of your worries. My claws are equally sharp, but mr maneuverable, and my inner blades can grind you." He doesnt say this in a threatening way, more as if just stating fact
"Don't like being called cute?" He had a grin.
"Its untrue"
"Ya sure 'bout that, cutey?" He took off his goggles, letting them hang around his neck.
"ihave to agree with him" he stuck his hand out to the newcomer "the Brand, its a pleasure"
"... You both are acting foolish."
"its how I act" he said and petted Sweet boy, who was by his side. Sweet Boy tilted his animal skilled head, the large rams horns looked menacing.
"Thats not a wise decision"
"eh, somethings are foolish, but ya do them anyways"
"... Why?"
"for love, for hope, for a last attempt " he said, and messed with a shot glass, looking at the reflection
"Last attempt?"
"like say your dying but you go out swinging. A last attempt " he said
"If Im dying, then I run. Its the wise choice"
"but what if you cant? You are just going to let yourself die?"
"Attempt harder to run. If I cant, it wouldnt be my first death"
"still" he said.
*its just hit me, but Jared Leto wishes he could be as good a joker as Heath Ledger*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A 6'1 man in a long, brown, dusty coat walk in. He has a cowboy hat and a pair of goggles, a pair of leather pants with a belt and two revolver holsters on either side, and a pair of boots with spurs. He walks with a confidence only a cowboy would have.
He walks over to the bar and gets a bottle of whiskey.
The Brand is sitting near-by with 3_120
"What's that?" He gestures to 3_120. His voice is thickly southern.
"I am a robotic tiger"
"That's interstin' for sure." He walks over and pats 3_120 on the head.
"Why do people keep doing that?!"
"Not every day ya see somethin' like you."
"Doesnt mean they have to to touch my head. I dont see you every day, yet Im not after yours"
"ey.. But your just so cute, but im afraid YA might bit me"
"Biting is the least of your worries. My claws are equally sharp, but mr maneuverable, and my inner blades can grind you." He doesnt say this in a threatening way, more as if just stating fact
"Don't like being called cute?" He had a grin.
"Its untrue"
"Ya sure 'bout that, cutey?" He took off his goggles, letting them hang around his neck.
"ihave to agree with him" he stuck his hand out to the newcomer "the Brand, its a pleasure"
"... You both are acting foolish."
"its how I act" he said and petted Sweet boy, who was by his side. Sweet Boy tilted his animal skilled head, the large rams horns looked menacing.
"Thats not a wise decision"
"eh, somethings are foolish, but ya do them anyways"
"... Why?"
"for love, for hope, for a last attempt " he said, and messed with a shot glass, looking at the reflection
"Last attempt?"
"like say your dying but you go out swinging. A last attempt " he said
"If Im dying, then I run. Its the wise choice"
"but what if you cant? You are just going to let yourself die?"
"Attempt harder to run. If I cant, it wouldnt be my first death"
"still" he said.
*its just hit me, but Jared Leto wishes he could be as good a joker as Heath Ledger*
"Still what?"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
"How 'bout we make it loud and strange?" His chocolaty brown eyes had a mischievous look in them. *Never read it, but I know what you mean*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"... Why?"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
*its really good, I got it yesterday from the public library. Its dark and heart-wrecking *
He chuckled and out on a mask, it wasn't his normal black with the red star. It was a black mask with white outlines, the idea of a skeleton face. "im down for it"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"for love, for hope, for a last attempt " he said, and messed with a shot glass, looking at the reflection
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"What you wanna do first?"
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Last attempt?"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
"rustle up some goblin? Find a gold dragon wyrmling?" He listed of numerous things.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"like say your dying but you go out swinging. A last attempt " he said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"All of it."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"If Im dying, then I run. Its the wise choice"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
"very well" he rolled up his jackets sleeves, he had multiple tattoo's "let me go find my stuff"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"but what if you cant? You are just going to let yourself die?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I'll be right here." He took a few gulps out of the bottle.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
He came back downstairs, he had his belt and shoulder holsters holding huns, knives, gernades, and other weapons.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"That's it?" He said this sarcastically.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Attempt harder to run. If I cant, it wouldnt be my first death"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
"eh, I have more, just I don't need an canon" he said and laughed. He patted (name's) back. Sweet boy stood up and shook his blue-Black fujred body.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"still" he said.
*its just hit me, but Jared Leto wishes he could be as good a joker as Heath Ledger*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Still what?"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
*Hauke (Hawk)* He gets up. "Nice dog."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.