*Hi!!* Enethia is mapping something, looking stressed
Tefeerinn is drawing a large circle on the floor
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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 Characters (Outdated)
*Hi!!* Enethia is mapping something, looking stressed
Tefeerinn is drawing a large circle on the floor
*Good morning, wonderful people!*
Ettor is chilling in the rafters, like usual.
Jack is playing the knife game by himself at a table.
Nerima is wandering around.
0verkill is excited to talk about his new character with Steph later on.
*Pls no powercreeped gods again. No one likes that*
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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 Characters (Outdated)
*Hi!!* Enethia is mapping something, looking stressed
Tefeerinn is drawing a large circle on the floor
*new character initiated *
A man in a thick hood and jacket walks in. He wears a two sided mask, one side black with a white eye, the other all white with a Black eye hole. He is dressed in modern clothing, Black jeans with numerous stains, thick brown hunting boots, a knife holster on his belt for a hunting knife, and a rope on his back.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
*He is going to be a god of sorts, and he will be kind of powerful, but he won't be the type to flaunt it and flex how powerful he is. I basically want to make him to give Exaos a fun rivalry. It's a character idea that has been bouncing around in my head for the past few days, but I still need to refine him first before I bring him out, if I end up getting allowed to bring him in. When I make characters, I rarely think about 'how well will they be in battle?', I usually go for more roleplay-heavy characters, which is what drew me to the tavern. :)*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Hi!!* Enethia is mapping something, looking stressed
Tefeerinn is drawing a large circle on the floor
*new character initiated *
A man in a thick hood and jacket walks in. He wears a two sided mask, one side black with a white eye, the other all white with a Black eye hole. He is dressed in modern clothing, Black jeans with numerous stains, thick brown hunting boots, a knife holster on his belt for a hunting knife, and a rope on his back.
Jack watches the man as he walks in, flipping his knife in the air.
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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.
*Hi!!* Enethia is mapping something, looking stressed
Tefeerinn is drawing a large circle on the floor
*new character initiated *
A man in a thick hood and jacket walks in. He wears a two sided mask, one side black with a white eye, the other all white with a Black eye hole. He is dressed in modern clothing, Black jeans with numerous stains, thick brown hunting boots, a knife holster on his belt for a hunting knife, and a rope on his back.
Jack watches the man as he walks in, flipping his knife in the air.
*if you want access to his story, his profile, or a description please ask because this is a hard character to understand.*
He sits down at a table and checks on his ropes. As he moves around, its evident that his arms have small holes and prices of metal sticking out of them.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
*Hi!!* Enethia is mapping something, looking stressed
Tefeerinn is drawing a large circle on the floor
*new character initiated *
A man in a thick hood and jacket walks in. He wears a two sided mask, one side black with a white eye, the other all white with a Black eye hole. He is dressed in modern clothing, Black jeans with numerous stains, thick brown hunting boots, a knife holster on his belt for a hunting knife, and a rope on his back.
Jack watches the man as he walks in, flipping his knife in the air.
*if you want access to his story, his profile, or a description please ask because this is a hard character to understand.*
He sits down at a table and checks on his ropes. As he moves around, its evident that his arms have small holes and prices of metal sticking out of them.
Jack decides to get up and walk over. sitting across from him in a chair.
*I'd like to see his story, can't let a good backstory go to waste!*
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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.
*Hi!!* Enethia is mapping something, looking stressed
Tefeerinn is drawing a large circle on the floor
*new character initiated *
A man in a thick hood and jacket walks in. He wears a two sided mask, one side black with a white eye, the other all white with a Black eye hole. He is dressed in modern clothing, Black jeans with numerous stains, thick brown hunting boots, a knife holster on his belt for a hunting knife, and a rope on his back.
Jack watches the man as he walks in, flipping his knife in the air.
*if you want access to his story, his profile, or a description please ask because this is a hard character to understand.*
He sits down at a table and checks on his ropes. As he moves around, its evident that his arms have small holes and prices of metal sticking out of them.
Jack decides to get up and walk over. sitting across from him in a chair.
*I'd like to see his story, can't let a good backstory go to waste!*
Time for the longest story in history
Okay so this guys name is Anthony Birx. He was raised in the Appalachian mountains by his father, his mother died of a curable disease but considering his father was a cheap skate, he shot his wife instead of letting her suffer. Anthony was witness to this. Later on his father fell into a depression and grew abusive and started hating his own son, he would lock Anthony in their hallway closet and leave him there for days. One day Anthony had enough and busted out, breaking down the door. He grabbed his fathers hunting knife and killed his father in cold blood. Anthony stayed in the house but considering his father payed electrical and water bills, Anthony lost water and electrical. This caused him to learn to hunt and forgage. However loneliness can be crippling, Anthony started talking to himself and started having imaginary friends, this was the beginning of his split personality disorder. One day, their mile away neighbor, Annie, came to the house after seeing Anthony out in their backwoods. She went into the house to find it a wreck, dead animal bodies strung up from the ceiling, blood and mud covered the floors. It was evident he was here still. She went looking for him only to find that he was mentally ill, he was in the upstairs room talking to something in the corner. He went ballistic once he was found by her and killed her.
After Annie went missing, her father went after her to her last known location, the Birx house. He had brought along numerous Guns just incase of bears. He went into the house, the putrid stink hitting him first, then the sight of his daughter disembowled. He shot Anthony multiple times (hence the holes in his chest and arms) but Anthony, only running on instinct and urge to eat, killed him as well.
Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
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A man in a thick hood and jacket walks in. He wears a two sided mask, one side black with a white eye, the other all white with a Black eye hole. He is dressed in modern clothing, Black jeans with numerous stains, thick brown hunting boots, a knife holster on his belt for a hunting knife, and a rope on his back.
Jack watches the man as he walks in, flipping his knife in the air.
*if you want access to his story, his profile, or a description please ask because this is a hard character to understand.*
He sits down at a table and checks on his ropes. As he moves around, its evident that his arms have small holes and prices of metal sticking out of them.
Jack decides to get up and walk over. sitting across from him in a chair.
*I'd like to see his story, can't let a good backstory go to waste!*
Time for the longest story in history
Okay so this guys name is Anthony Birx. He was raised in the Appalachian mountains by his father, his mother died of a curable disease but considering his father was a cheap skate, he shot his wife instead of letting her suffer. Anthony was witness to this. Later on his father fell into a depression and grew abusive and started hating his own son, he would lock Anthony in their hallway closet and leave him there for days. One day Anthony had enough and busted out, breaking down the door. He grabbed his fathers hunting knife and killed his father in cold blood. Anthony stayed in the house but considering his father payed electrical and water bills, Anthony lost water and electrical. This caused him to learn to hunt and forgage. However loneliness can be crippling, Anthony started talking to himself and started having imaginary friends, this was the beginning of his split personality disorder. One day, their mile away neighbor, Annie, came to the house after seeing Anthony out in their backwoods. She went into the house to find it a wreck, dead animal bodies strung up from the ceiling, blood and mud covered the floors. It was evident he was here still. She went looking for him only to find that he was mentally ill, he was in the upstairs room talking to something in the corner. He went ballistic once he was found by her and killed her.
After Annie went missing, her father went after her to her last known location, the Birx house. He had brought along numerous Guns just incase of bears. He went into the house, the putrid stink hitting him first, then the sight of his daughter disembowled. He shot Anthony multiple times (hence the holes in his chest and arms) but Anthony, only running on instinct and urge to eat, killed him as well.
*Believe it or not, I've actually seen longer."
Jack snaps his fingers, making his knife turn into his chain choker. He then locks his fingers together and rested his head on them. "Hey."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A man in a thick hood and jacket walks in. He wears a two sided mask, one side black with a white eye, the other all white with a Black eye hole. He is dressed in modern clothing, Black jeans with numerous stains, thick brown hunting boots, a knife holster on his belt for a hunting knife, and a rope on his back.
Jack watches the man as he walks in, flipping his knife in the air.
*if you want access to his story, his profile, or a description please ask because this is a hard character to understand.*
He sits down at a table and checks on his ropes. As he moves around, its evident that his arms have small holes and prices of metal sticking out of them.
Jack decides to get up and walk over. sitting across from him in a chair.
*I'd like to see his story, can't let a good backstory go to waste!*
Time for the longest story in history
Okay so this guys name is Anthony Birx. He was raised in the Appalachian mountains by his father, his mother died of a curable disease but considering his father was a cheap skate, he shot his wife instead of letting her suffer. Anthony was witness to this. Later on his father fell into a depression and grew abusive and started hating his own son, he would lock Anthony in their hallway closet and leave him there for days. One day Anthony had enough and busted out, breaking down the door. He grabbed his fathers hunting knife and killed his father in cold blood. Anthony stayed in the house but considering his father payed electrical and water bills, Anthony lost water and electrical. This caused him to learn to hunt and forgage. However loneliness can be crippling, Anthony started talking to himself and started having imaginary friends, this was the beginning of his split personality disorder. One day, their mile away neighbor, Annie, came to the house after seeing Anthony out in their backwoods. She went into the house to find it a wreck, dead animal bodies strung up from the ceiling, blood and mud covered the floors. It was evident he was here still. She went looking for him only to find that he was mentally ill, he was in the upstairs room talking to something in the corner. He went ballistic once he was found by her and killed her.
After Annie went missing, her father went after her to her last known location, the Birx house. He had brought along numerous Guns just incase of bears. He went into the house, the putrid stink hitting him first, then the sight of his daughter disembowled. He shot Anthony multiple times (hence the holes in his chest and arms) but Anthony, only running on instinct and urge to eat, killed him as well.
*Believe it or not, I've actually seen longer."
Jack snaps his fingers, making his knife turn into his chain choker. He then locks his fingers together and rested his head on them. "Hey."
the man tilts his head in confusion, wondering who this is. "Hi.." He says, he rolls up his sleeves. His arms are periced with shards of metal.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
A man in a thick hood and jacket walks in. He wears a two sided mask, one side black with a white eye, the other all white with a Black eye hole. He is dressed in modern clothing, Black jeans with numerous stains, thick brown hunting boots, a knife holster on his belt for a hunting knife, and a rope on his back.
Jack watches the man as he walks in, flipping his knife in the air.
*if you want access to his story, his profile, or a description please ask because this is a hard character to understand.*
He sits down at a table and checks on his ropes. As he moves around, its evident that his arms have small holes and prices of metal sticking out of them.
Jack decides to get up and walk over. sitting across from him in a chair.
*I'd like to see his story, can't let a good backstory go to waste!*
Time for the longest story in history
Okay so this guys name is Anthony Birx. He was raised in the Appalachian mountains by his father, his mother died of a curable disease but considering his father was a cheap skate, he shot his wife instead of letting her suffer. Anthony was witness to this. Later on his father fell into a depression and grew abusive and started hating his own son, he would lock Anthony in their hallway closet and leave him there for days. One day Anthony had enough and busted out, breaking down the door. He grabbed his fathers hunting knife and killed his father in cold blood. Anthony stayed in the house but considering his father payed electrical and water bills, Anthony lost water and electrical. This caused him to learn to hunt and forgage. However loneliness can be crippling, Anthony started talking to himself and started having imaginary friends, this was the beginning of his split personality disorder. One day, their mile away neighbor, Annie, came to the house after seeing Anthony out in their backwoods. She went into the house to find it a wreck, dead animal bodies strung up from the ceiling, blood and mud covered the floors. It was evident he was here still. She went looking for him only to find that he was mentally ill, he was in the upstairs room talking to something in the corner. He went ballistic once he was found by her and killed her.
After Annie went missing, her father went after her to her last known location, the Birx house. He had brought along numerous Guns just incase of bears. He went into the house, the putrid stink hitting him first, then the sight of his daughter disembowled. He shot Anthony multiple times (hence the holes in his chest and arms) but Anthony, only running on instinct and urge to eat, killed him as well.
*Believe it or not, I've actually seen longer."
Jack snaps his fingers, making his knife turn into his chain choker. He then locks his fingers together and rested his head on them. "Hey."
the man tilts his head in confusion, wondering who this is. "Hi.." He says, he rolls up his sleeves. His arms are periced with shards of metal.
Jack smiles as he sees his arms. "Are those painful?"
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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 man in a thick hood and jacket walks in. He wears a two sided mask, one side black with a white eye, the other all white with a Black eye hole. He is dressed in modern clothing, Black jeans with numerous stains, thick brown hunting boots, a knife holster on his belt for a hunting knife, and a rope on his back.
Jack watches the man as he walks in, flipping his knife in the air.
*if you want access to his story, his profile, or a description please ask because this is a hard character to understand.*
He sits down at a table and checks on his ropes. As he moves around, its evident that his arms have small holes and prices of metal sticking out of them.
Jack decides to get up and walk over. sitting across from him in a chair.
*I'd like to see his story, can't let a good backstory go to waste!*
Time for the longest story in history
Okay so this guys name is Anthony Birx. He was raised in the Appalachian mountains by his father, his mother died of a curable disease but considering his father was a cheap skate, he shot his wife instead of letting her suffer. Anthony was witness to this. Later on his father fell into a depression and grew abusive and started hating his own son, he would lock Anthony in their hallway closet and leave him there for days. One day Anthony had enough and busted out, breaking down the door. He grabbed his fathers hunting knife and killed his father in cold blood. Anthony stayed in the house but considering his father payed electrical and water bills, Anthony lost water and electrical. This caused him to learn to hunt and forgage. However loneliness can be crippling, Anthony started talking to himself and started having imaginary friends, this was the beginning of his split personality disorder. One day, their mile away neighbor, Annie, came to the house after seeing Anthony out in their backwoods. She went into the house to find it a wreck, dead animal bodies strung up from the ceiling, blood and mud covered the floors. It was evident he was here still. She went looking for him only to find that he was mentally ill, he was in the upstairs room talking to something in the corner. He went ballistic once he was found by her and killed her.
After Annie went missing, her father went after her to her last known location, the Birx house. He had brought along numerous Guns just incase of bears. He went into the house, the putrid stink hitting him first, then the sight of his daughter disembowled. He shot Anthony multiple times (hence the holes in his chest and arms) but Anthony, only running on instinct and urge to eat, killed him as well.
*Believe it or not, I've actually seen longer."
Jack snaps his fingers, making his knife turn into his chain choker. He then locks his fingers together and rested his head on them. "Hey."
the man tilts his head in confusion, wondering who this is. "Hi.." He says, he rolls up his sleeves. His arms are periced with shards of metal.
Jack smiles as he sees his arms. "Are those painful?"
"not really" he said and touches them, he pulls one out with a yank. It comes out with almost no blood. He chuckles.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
A man in a thick hood and jacket walks in. He wears a two sided mask, one side black with a white eye, the other all white with a Black eye hole. He is dressed in modern clothing, Black jeans with numerous stains, thick brown hunting boots, a knife holster on his belt for a hunting knife, and a rope on his back.
Jack watches the man as he walks in, flipping his knife in the air.
*if you want access to his story, his profile, or a description please ask because this is a hard character to understand.*
He sits down at a table and checks on his ropes. As he moves around, its evident that his arms have small holes and prices of metal sticking out of them.
Jack decides to get up and walk over. sitting across from him in a chair.
*I'd like to see his story, can't let a good backstory go to waste!*
Time for the longest story in history
Okay so this guys name is Anthony Birx. He was raised in the Appalachian mountains by his father, his mother died of a curable disease but considering his father was a cheap skate, he shot his wife instead of letting her suffer. Anthony was witness to this. Later on his father fell into a depression and grew abusive and started hating his own son, he would lock Anthony in their hallway closet and leave him there for days. One day Anthony had enough and busted out, breaking down the door. He grabbed his fathers hunting knife and killed his father in cold blood. Anthony stayed in the house but considering his father payed electrical and water bills, Anthony lost water and electrical. This caused him to learn to hunt and forgage. However loneliness can be crippling, Anthony started talking to himself and started having imaginary friends, this was the beginning of his split personality disorder. One day, their mile away neighbor, Annie, came to the house after seeing Anthony out in their backwoods. She went into the house to find it a wreck, dead animal bodies strung up from the ceiling, blood and mud covered the floors. It was evident he was here still. She went looking for him only to find that he was mentally ill, he was in the upstairs room talking to something in the corner. He went ballistic once he was found by her and killed her.
After Annie went missing, her father went after her to her last known location, the Birx house. He had brought along numerous Guns just incase of bears. He went into the house, the putrid stink hitting him first, then the sight of his daughter disembowled. He shot Anthony multiple times (hence the holes in his chest and arms) but Anthony, only running on instinct and urge to eat, killed him as well.
*Believe it or not, I've actually seen longer."
Jack snaps his fingers, making his knife turn into his chain choker. He then locks his fingers together and rested his head on them. "Hey."
the man tilts his head in confusion, wondering who this is. "Hi.." He says, he rolls up his sleeves. His arms are periced with shards of metal.
Jack smiles as he sees his arms. "Are those painful?"
"not really" he said and touches them, he pulls one out with a yank. It comes out with almost no blood. He chuckles.
Jack seems disappointed. "Oh, well. What brings you here?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A man in a thick hood and jacket walks in. He wears a two sided mask, one side black with a white eye, the other all white with a Black eye hole. He is dressed in modern clothing, Black jeans with numerous stains, thick brown hunting boots, a knife holster on his belt for a hunting knife, and a rope on his back.
Jack watches the man as he walks in, flipping his knife in the air.
*if you want access to his story, his profile, or a description please ask because this is a hard character to understand.*
He sits down at a table and checks on his ropes. As he moves around, its evident that his arms have small holes and prices of metal sticking out of them.
Jack decides to get up and walk over. sitting across from him in a chair.
*I'd like to see his story, can't let a good backstory go to waste!*
Time for the longest story in history
Okay so this guys name is Anthony Birx. He was raised in the Appalachian mountains by his father, his mother died of a curable disease but considering his father was a cheap skate, he shot his wife instead of letting her suffer. Anthony was witness to this. Later on his father fell into a depression and grew abusive and started hating his own son, he would lock Anthony in their hallway closet and leave him there for days. One day Anthony had enough and busted out, breaking down the door. He grabbed his fathers hunting knife and killed his father in cold blood. Anthony stayed in the house but considering his father payed electrical and water bills, Anthony lost water and electrical. This caused him to learn to hunt and forgage. However loneliness can be crippling, Anthony started talking to himself and started having imaginary friends, this was the beginning of his split personality disorder. One day, their mile away neighbor, Annie, came to the house after seeing Anthony out in their backwoods. She went into the house to find it a wreck, dead animal bodies strung up from the ceiling, blood and mud covered the floors. It was evident he was here still. She went looking for him only to find that he was mentally ill, he was in the upstairs room talking to something in the corner. He went ballistic once he was found by her and killed her.
After Annie went missing, her father went after her to her last known location, the Birx house. He had brought along numerous Guns just incase of bears. He went into the house, the putrid stink hitting him first, then the sight of his daughter disembowled. He shot Anthony multiple times (hence the holes in his chest and arms) but Anthony, only running on instinct and urge to eat, killed him as well.
*Believe it or not, I've actually seen longer."
Jack snaps his fingers, making his knife turn into his chain choker. He then locks his fingers together and rested his head on them. "Hey."
the man tilts his head in confusion, wondering who this is. "Hi.." He says, he rolls up his sleeves. His arms are periced with shards of metal.
Jack smiles as he sees his arms. "Are those painful?"
"not really" he said and touches them, he pulls one out with a yank. It comes out with almost no blood. He chuckles.
Jack seems disappointed. "Oh, well. What brings you here?"
"had to leave my town" he said and chuckled again. He messes with his knife, it had dried blood on it.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
A man in a thick hood and jacket walks in. He wears a two sided mask, one side black with a white eye, the other all white with a Black eye hole. He is dressed in modern clothing, Black jeans with numerous stains, thick brown hunting boots, a knife holster on his belt for a hunting knife, and a rope on his back.
Jack watches the man as he walks in, flipping his knife in the air.
*if you want access to his story, his profile, or a description please ask because this is a hard character to understand.*
He sits down at a table and checks on his ropes. As he moves around, its evident that his arms have small holes and prices of metal sticking out of them.
Jack decides to get up and walk over. sitting across from him in a chair.
*I'd like to see his story, can't let a good backstory go to waste!*
Time for the longest story in history
Okay so this guys name is Anthony Birx. He was raised in the Appalachian mountains by his father, his mother died of a curable disease but considering his father was a cheap skate, he shot his wife instead of letting her suffer. Anthony was witness to this. Later on his father fell into a depression and grew abusive and started hating his own son, he would lock Anthony in their hallway closet and leave him there for days. One day Anthony had enough and busted out, breaking down the door. He grabbed his fathers hunting knife and killed his father in cold blood. Anthony stayed in the house but considering his father payed electrical and water bills, Anthony lost water and electrical. This caused him to learn to hunt and forgage. However loneliness can be crippling, Anthony started talking to himself and started having imaginary friends, this was the beginning of his split personality disorder. One day, their mile away neighbor, Annie, came to the house after seeing Anthony out in their backwoods. She went into the house to find it a wreck, dead animal bodies strung up from the ceiling, blood and mud covered the floors. It was evident he was here still. She went looking for him only to find that he was mentally ill, he was in the upstairs room talking to something in the corner. He went ballistic once he was found by her and killed her.
After Annie went missing, her father went after her to her last known location, the Birx house. He had brought along numerous Guns just incase of bears. He went into the house, the putrid stink hitting him first, then the sight of his daughter disembowled. He shot Anthony multiple times (hence the holes in his chest and arms) but Anthony, only running on instinct and urge to eat, killed him as well.
*Believe it or not, I've actually seen longer."
Jack snaps his fingers, making his knife turn into his chain choker. He then locks his fingers together and rested his head on them. "Hey."
the man tilts his head in confusion, wondering who this is. "Hi.." He says, he rolls up his sleeves. His arms are periced with shards of metal.
Jack smiles as he sees his arms. "Are those painful?"
"not really" he said and touches them, he pulls one out with a yank. It comes out with almost no blood. He chuckles.
Jack seems disappointed. "Oh, well. What brings you here?"
"had to leave my town" he said and chuckled again. He messes with his knife, it had dried blood on it.
"You seem like a fun individual." He points to the knife. "I'm guessing that's not animal?"
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*good morning*
Kelipso was with jason
Brand was with Laz
Lawrence was thinking of making new character
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Hi!!* Enethia is mapping something, looking stressed
Tefeerinn is drawing a large circle on the floor
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)
*Good morning, wonderful people!*
Ettor is chilling in the rafters, like usual.
Jack is playing the knife game by himself at a table.
Nerima is wandering around.
0verkill is excited to talk about his new character with Steph later on.
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.
*Pls no powercreeped gods again. No one likes that*
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)
*new character initiated *
A man in a thick hood and jacket walks in. He wears a two sided mask, one side black with a white eye, the other all white with a Black eye hole. He is dressed in modern clothing, Black jeans with numerous stains, thick brown hunting boots, a knife holster on his belt for a hunting knife, and a rope on his back.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*He is going to be a god of sorts, and he will be kind of powerful, but he won't be the type to flaunt it and flex how powerful he is. I basically want to make him to give Exaos a fun rivalry. It's a character idea that has been bouncing around in my head for the past few days, but I still need to refine him first before I bring him out, if I end up getting allowed to bring him in. When I make characters, I rarely think about 'how well will they be in battle?', I usually go for more roleplay-heavy characters, which is what drew me to the tavern. :)*
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.
Jack watches the man as he walks in, flipping his knife in the air.
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 you want access to his story, his profile, or a description please ask because this is a hard character to understand.*
He sits down at a table and checks on his ropes. As he moves around, its evident that his arms have small holes and prices of metal sticking out of them.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Jack decides to get up and walk over. sitting across from him in a chair.
*I'd like to see his story, can't let a good backstory go to waste!*
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.
Time for the longest story in history
Okay so this guys name is Anthony Birx. He was raised in the Appalachian mountains by his father, his mother died of a curable disease but considering his father was a cheap skate, he shot his wife instead of letting her suffer. Anthony was witness to this. Later on his father fell into a depression and grew abusive and started hating his own son, he would lock Anthony in their hallway closet and leave him there for days. One day Anthony had enough and busted out, breaking down the door. He grabbed his fathers hunting knife and killed his father in cold blood. Anthony stayed in the house but considering his father payed electrical and water bills, Anthony lost water and electrical. This caused him to learn to hunt and forgage. However loneliness can be crippling, Anthony started talking to himself and started having imaginary friends, this was the beginning of his split personality disorder. One day, their mile away neighbor, Annie, came to the house after seeing Anthony out in their backwoods. She went into the house to find it a wreck, dead animal bodies strung up from the ceiling, blood and mud covered the floors. It was evident he was here still. She went looking for him only to find that he was mentally ill, he was in the upstairs room talking to something in the corner. He went ballistic once he was found by her and killed her.
After Annie went missing, her father went after her to her last known location, the Birx house. He had brought along numerous Guns just incase of bears. He went into the house, the putrid stink hitting him first, then the sight of his daughter disembowled. He shot Anthony multiple times (hence the holes in his chest and arms) but Anthony, only running on instinct and urge to eat, killed him as well.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Hello everyone!*
Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
*Hiya!*
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Believe it or not, I've actually seen longer."
Jack snaps his fingers, making his knife turn into his chain choker. He then locks his fingers together and rested his head on them. "Hey."
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.
the man tilts his head in confusion, wondering who this is. "Hi.." He says, he rolls up his sleeves. His arms are periced with shards of metal.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*RP?*
Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
Jack smiles as he sees his arms. "Are those painful?"
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.
"not really" he said and touches them, he pulls one out with a yank. It comes out with almost no blood. He chuckles.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Jack seems disappointed. "Oh, well. What brings you here?"
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.
"had to leave my town" he said and chuckled again. He messes with his knife, it had dried blood on it.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"You seem like a fun individual." He points to the knife. "I'm guessing that's not animal?"
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.