A cardboarded-box headed person walks into town. They were a rainbow sweater and Grey overalls with one the straps off to the side. The box had a cute cat face painted on the front with two small eyes cut open to see. They wear black fingerless gloves and a sword strapped to their back. On there feet is blue sneakers with little white wings on the heels. They backflip down the street happily.
*Hello Crumbtoast*
-first thank god you know who they are, I love their content-
-second this is my own Child, their name is Shoes. I was before crumbtoast lol-
Shoes backflipped on a building and stuck the landing
Null was nearby, watching. He was on the same building.
shoes see's Null and waves but they remain silent. The sword is made of silver and gold and glitters in the morning light.
Null waves his taloned hand, the metal also glinting in the light.
Shoes jumps in a trash can then up the wall stealthily till they meet null's beaked face "hi!" They chirp
"Hello, child." He had no reaction other than slowly blinking.
"bold to assume I am child" they said and chuckled a bit
"Because you are one, at least to me."
*angry box noises*
"i am 19, not a child" they said
"I'm 203, yes you are."
shoes admits a confused noise
For the first time ever, Null chuckles.
"your a grandpa!" they said
"Actually no, I don't even have kids."
"no no! its means your really old" they said
"And I'll continue to get older. So will you. Eventually, you'll die. But I'll still be alive then."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A man wearing a Mexican poncho and baggy trousers walks into town. He has hair down to his waist and a beard down to his knees, completely covering his face. He carries a small satchel with him.
*here be hobojo*
Shoes looks their way and waves a gloved hand
He grins and waves back. Shoes wonders how he could see them. Hobojo walks over. “Greetings, friend.”
*Description please*
*5'8 tall person with a cardboard box head with a cute cat face painted on the front. wears pastel/rainbow sweater and grey overalls with a strap taken off. carries a sword on their back that is made of gold and silver. wears blue sneakers with little white wings on the sides.*
Shoes jumps off the building and walks over. their voice sounds like a mix of both male and female. "How are you and who are you?" they asked
He salutes “Good, friend, they call me Joe. Who be you?”
"Im shoes!" they said and jumped up to match Joe's height
*they are 19*
“Nice teh meet ya Shoes,” he indicates Shoes’s shoes, “would ye like em polished?”
"my sneaks?" they said looking down at their sneakers "im fine for right now"
“Ah ok, that’s a nice hat ye got there”
*Hobojo’s age is indiscernible, he looks maybe 40-50, but it’s hard to tell. My idea for this character is that he is essentially the versatile Jack-of-all-trades kind o’ guy who will do anything that the other characters want for a bit of pay, short of harming another person.*
*lol, Shoes is just hyper af*
"its not a hat, its my head" they said and removed they box from their neck. underneath was nothing just the neck stub
Joe seems a bit taken back by this, but grins. “Well then, that’s a nice head ye got there. Tell me, are ye a construct?”
"i guess i am" they said and put their head back on "i dont know what i am"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A cardboarded-box headed person walks into town. They were a rainbow sweater and Grey overalls with one the straps off to the side. The box had a cute cat face painted on the front with two small eyes cut open to see. They wear black fingerless gloves and a sword strapped to their back. On there feet is blue sneakers with little white wings on the heels. They backflip down the street happily.
*Hello Crumbtoast*
-first thank god you know who they are, I love their content-
-second this is my own Child, their name is Shoes. I was before crumbtoast lol-
Shoes backflipped on a building and stuck the landing
Null was nearby, watching. He was on the same building.
shoes see's Null and waves but they remain silent. The sword is made of silver and gold and glitters in the morning light.
Null waves his taloned hand, the metal also glinting in the light.
Shoes jumps in a trash can then up the wall stealthily till they meet null's beaked face "hi!" They chirp
"Hello, child." He had no reaction other than slowly blinking.
"bold to assume I am child" they said and chuckled a bit
"Because you are one, at least to me."
*angry box noises*
"i am 19, not a child" they said
"I'm 203, yes you are."
shoes admits a confused noise
For the first time ever, Null chuckles.
"your a grandpa!" they said
"Actually no, I don't even have kids."
"no no! its means your really old" they said
"And I'll continue to get older. So will you. Eventually, you'll die. But I'll still be alive then."
"weird" they said
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A cardboarded-box headed person walks into town. They were a rainbow sweater and Grey overalls with one the straps off to the side. The box had a cute cat face painted on the front with two small eyes cut open to see. They wear black fingerless gloves and a sword strapped to their back. On there feet is blue sneakers with little white wings on the heels. They backflip down the street happily.
*Hello Crumbtoast*
-first thank god you know who they are, I love their content-
-second this is my own Child, their name is Shoes. I was before crumbtoast lol-
Shoes backflipped on a building and stuck the landing
Null was nearby, watching. He was on the same building.
shoes see's Null and waves but they remain silent. The sword is made of silver and gold and glitters in the morning light.
Null waves his taloned hand, the metal also glinting in the light.
Shoes jumps in a trash can then up the wall stealthily till they meet null's beaked face "hi!" They chirp
"Hello, child." He had no reaction other than slowly blinking.
"bold to assume I am child" they said and chuckled a bit
"Because you are one, at least to me."
*angry box noises*
"i am 19, not a child" they said
"I'm 203, yes you are."
shoes admits a confused noise
For the first time ever, Null chuckles.
"your a grandpa!" they said
"Actually no, I don't even have kids."
"no no! its means your really old" they said
"And I'll continue to get older. So will you. Eventually, you'll die. But I'll still be alive then."
"weird" they said
"Not weird, magic."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A man wearing a Mexican poncho and baggy trousers walks into town. He has hair down to his waist and a beard down to his knees, completely covering his face. He carries a small satchel with him.
*here be hobojo*
Shoes looks their way and waves a gloved hand
He grins and waves back. Shoes wonders how he could see them. Hobojo walks over. “Greetings, friend.”
*Description please*
*5'8 tall person with a cardboard box head with a cute cat face painted on the front. wears pastel/rainbow sweater and grey overalls with a strap taken off. carries a sword on their back that is made of gold and silver. wears blue sneakers with little white wings on the sides.*
Shoes jumps off the building and walks over. their voice sounds like a mix of both male and female. "How are you and who are you?" they asked
He salutes “Good, friend, they call me Joe. Who be you?”
"Im shoes!" they said and jumped up to match Joe's height
*they are 19*
“Nice teh meet ya Shoes,” he indicates Shoes’s shoes, “would ye like em polished?”
"my sneaks?" they said looking down at their sneakers "im fine for right now"
“Ah ok, that’s a nice hat ye got there”
*Hobojo’s age is indiscernible, he looks maybe 40-50, but it’s hard to tell. My idea for this character is that he is essentially the versatile Jack-of-all-trades kind o’ guy who will do anything that the other characters want for a bit of pay, short of harming another person.*
*lol, Shoes is just hyper af*
"its not a hat, its my head" they said and removed they box from their neck. underneath was nothing just the neck stub
Joe seems a bit taken back by this, but grins. “Well then, that’s a nice head ye got there. Tell me, are ye a construct?”
"i guess i am" they said and put their head back on "i dont know what i am"
“Heh, fascinating!” He walks around Shoes, “remarkable design.” He chuckles. “And ta think, I was about te ask ye if ye’d ever had to use the box fer a bedroom!”
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Asemodues saw that wannabe was driving off and grabbed him by the cheeks "wake up you worthless excuse of a life" he snarled and stood up, sauntering away
After asemdues leaves carrion appears behind wannabe in a puff of billowing smoke:"You need to find a better place to work."
"i need money love" he said and chuckled "its fine, im used to the pain"
He growls: "I don't that bastard asemdues hurting you anymore."
Wannabe turned to Carrion "I need money honey" he said and smirked "its cute that your looking out for me but i can handle myself, im not made of glass"
"I can't save you all the time, you need to learn how to not get hurt."
"i can heal!" he whisper screamed. he sighed and hugged carrion "he's just a boss"
"He. Is.Going. To. Hurt. You. More." Carrion is trying to hide how pissed he is but isn't doing too well.
Wannabe sighed and held carrion's face "i understand your mad, but Asmodues is the boss and if i want money to ever live next to you and not be the squalid peice of crap i am, i have to earn money." he said and tilted his head "ill be fine, and if i get hurt, you can chop him up ok?"
"You could always work for me." Smoke emits from under carrion eye-patch and hellfire burns around his other eye, he is clearly mad at asmodues.
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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 wearing a Mexican poncho and baggy trousers walks into town. He has hair down to his waist and a beard down to his knees, completely covering his face. He carries a small satchel with him.
*here be hobojo*
Shoes looks their way and waves a gloved hand
He grins and waves back. Shoes wonders how he could see them. Hobojo walks over. “Greetings, friend.”
*Description please*
*5'8 tall person with a cardboard box head with a cute cat face painted on the front. wears pastel/rainbow sweater and grey overalls with a strap taken off. carries a sword on their back that is made of gold and silver. wears blue sneakers with little white wings on the sides.*
Shoes jumps off the building and walks over. their voice sounds like a mix of both male and female. "How are you and who are you?" they asked
He salutes “Good, friend, they call me Joe. Who be you?”
"Im shoes!" they said and jumped up to match Joe's height
*they are 19*
“Nice teh meet ya Shoes,” he indicates Shoes’s shoes, “would ye like em polished?”
"my sneaks?" they said looking down at their sneakers "im fine for right now"
“Ah ok, that’s a nice hat ye got there”
*Hobojo’s age is indiscernible, he looks maybe 40-50, but it’s hard to tell. My idea for this character is that he is essentially the versatile Jack-of-all-trades kind o’ guy who will do anything that the other characters want for a bit of pay, short of harming another person.*
*lol, Shoes is just hyper af*
"its not a hat, its my head" they said and removed they box from their neck. underneath was nothing just the neck stub
Joe seems a bit taken back by this, but grins. “Well then, that’s a nice head ye got there. Tell me, are ye a construct?”
"i guess i am" they said and put their head back on "i dont know what i am"
“Heh, fascinating!” He walks around Shoes, “remarkable design.” He chuckles. “And ta think, I was about te ask ye if ye’d ever had to use the box fer a bedroom!”
A man wearing a Mexican poncho and baggy trousers walks into town. He has hair down to his waist and a beard down to his knees, completely covering his face. He carries a small satchel with him.
*here be hobojo*
Shoes looks their way and waves a gloved hand
He grins and waves back. Shoes wonders how he could see them. Hobojo walks over. “Greetings, friend.”
*Description please*
*5'8 tall person with a cardboard box head with a cute cat face painted on the front. wears pastel/rainbow sweater and grey overalls with a strap taken off. carries a sword on their back that is made of gold and silver. wears blue sneakers with little white wings on the sides.*
Shoes jumps off the building and walks over. their voice sounds like a mix of both male and female. "How are you and who are you?" they asked
He salutes “Good, friend, they call me Joe. Who be you?”
"Im shoes!" they said and jumped up to match Joe's height
*they are 19*
“Nice teh meet ya Shoes,” he indicates Shoes’s shoes, “would ye like em polished?”
"my sneaks?" they said looking down at their sneakers "im fine for right now"
“Ah ok, that’s a nice hat ye got there”
*Hobojo’s age is indiscernible, he looks maybe 40-50, but it’s hard to tell. My idea for this character is that he is essentially the versatile Jack-of-all-trades kind o’ guy who will do anything that the other characters want for a bit of pay, short of harming another person.*
*lol, Shoes is just hyper af*
"its not a hat, its my head" they said and removed they box from their neck. underneath was nothing just the neck stub
Joe seems a bit taken back by this, but grins. “Well then, that’s a nice head ye got there. Tell me, are ye a construct?”
"i guess i am" they said and put their head back on "i dont know what i am"
“Heh, fascinating!” He walks around Shoes, “remarkable design.” He chuckles. “And ta think, I was about te ask ye if ye’d ever had to use the box fer a bedroom!”
shoes takes off their head, it was a empty open box but a vice still admitted from it, "no, i sleep in a normal bed, my head just sits on a cabinet"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Asemodues saw that wannabe was driving off and grabbed him by the cheeks "wake up you worthless excuse of a life" he snarled and stood up, sauntering away
After asemdues leaves carrion appears behind wannabe in a puff of billowing smoke:"You need to find a better place to work."
"i need money love" he said and chuckled "its fine, im used to the pain"
He growls: "I don't that bastard asemdues hurting you anymore."
Wannabe turned to Carrion "I need money honey" he said and smirked "its cute that your looking out for me but i can handle myself, im not made of glass"
"I can't save you all the time, you need to learn how to not get hurt."
"i can heal!" he whisper screamed. he sighed and hugged carrion "he's just a boss"
"He. Is.Going. To. Hurt. You. More." Carrion is trying to hide how pissed he is but isn't doing too well.
Wannabe sighed and held carrion's face "i understand your mad, but Asmodues is the boss and if i want money to ever live next to you and not be the squalid peice of crap i am, i have to earn money." he said and tilted his head "ill be fine, and if i get hurt, you can chop him up ok?"
"You could always work for me." Smoke emits from under carrion eye-patch and hellfire burns around his other eye, he is clearly mad at asmodues.
"that could work but for now, i a servant to a fox thing" he said and chuckled slightly
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man wearing a Mexican poncho and baggy trousers walks into town. He has hair down to his waist and a beard down to his knees, completely covering his face. He carries a small satchel with him.
*here be hobojo*
Shoes looks their way and waves a gloved hand
He grins and waves back. Shoes wonders how he could see them. Hobojo walks over. “Greetings, friend.”
*Description please*
*5'8 tall person with a cardboard box head with a cute cat face painted on the front. wears pastel/rainbow sweater and grey overalls with a strap taken off. carries a sword on their back that is made of gold and silver. wears blue sneakers with little white wings on the sides.*
Shoes jumps off the building and walks over. their voice sounds like a mix of both male and female. "How are you and who are you?" they asked
He salutes “Good, friend, they call me Joe. Who be you?”
"Im shoes!" they said and jumped up to match Joe's height
*they are 19*
“Nice teh meet ya Shoes,” he indicates Shoes’s shoes, “would ye like em polished?”
"my sneaks?" they said looking down at their sneakers "im fine for right now"
“Ah ok, that’s a nice hat ye got there”
*Hobojo’s age is indiscernible, he looks maybe 40-50, but it’s hard to tell. My idea for this character is that he is essentially the versatile Jack-of-all-trades kind o’ guy who will do anything that the other characters want for a bit of pay, short of harming another person.*
*lol, Shoes is just hyper af*
"its not a hat, its my head" they said and removed they box from their neck. underneath was nothing just the neck stub
Joe seems a bit taken back by this, but grins. “Well then, that’s a nice head ye got there. Tell me, are ye a construct?”
"i guess i am" they said and put their head back on "i dont know what i am"
“Heh, fascinating!” He walks around Shoes, “remarkable design.” He chuckles. “And ta think, I was about te ask ye if ye’d ever had to use the box fer a bedroom!”
A man wearing a Mexican poncho and baggy trousers walks into town. He has hair down to his waist and a beard down to his knees, completely covering his face. He carries a small satchel with him.
*here be hobojo*
Shoes looks their way and waves a gloved hand
He grins and waves back. Shoes wonders how he could see them. Hobojo walks over. “Greetings, friend.”
*Description please*
*5'8 tall person with a cardboard box head with a cute cat face painted on the front. wears pastel/rainbow sweater and grey overalls with a strap taken off. carries a sword on their back that is made of gold and silver. wears blue sneakers with little white wings on the sides.*
Shoes jumps off the building and walks over. their voice sounds like a mix of both male and female. "How are you and who are you?" they asked
He salutes “Good, friend, they call me Joe. Who be you?”
"Im shoes!" they said and jumped up to match Joe's height
*they are 19*
“Nice teh meet ya Shoes,” he indicates Shoes’s shoes, “would ye like em polished?”
"my sneaks?" they said looking down at their sneakers "im fine for right now"
“Ah ok, that’s a nice hat ye got there”
*Hobojo’s age is indiscernible, he looks maybe 40-50, but it’s hard to tell. My idea for this character is that he is essentially the versatile Jack-of-all-trades kind o’ guy who will do anything that the other characters want for a bit of pay, short of harming another person.*
*lol, Shoes is just hyper af*
"its not a hat, its my head" they said and removed they box from their neck. underneath was nothing just the neck stub
Joe seems a bit taken back by this, but grins. “Well then, that’s a nice head ye got there. Tell me, are ye a construct?”
"i guess i am" they said and put their head back on "i dont know what i am"
“Heh, fascinating!” He walks around Shoes, “remarkable design.” He chuckles. “And ta think, I was about te ask ye if ye’d ever had to use the box fer a bedroom!”
shoes takes off their head, it was a empty open box but a vice still admitted from it, "no, i sleep in a normal bed, my head just sits on a cabinet"
“Hmm. Judging by the design…I’d say you were probably made by a Gnome. But ye seem much to realistic to fit with their wont - they love their copper and brass too much for denim and cardboard.” Joe muses to himself
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Asemodues saw that wannabe was driving off and grabbed him by the cheeks "wake up you worthless excuse of a life" he snarled and stood up, sauntering away
After asemdues leaves carrion appears behind wannabe in a puff of billowing smoke:"You need to find a better place to work."
"i need money love" he said and chuckled "its fine, im used to the pain"
He growls: "I don't that bastard asemdues hurting you anymore."
Wannabe turned to Carrion "I need money honey" he said and smirked "its cute that your looking out for me but i can handle myself, im not made of glass"
"I can't save you all the time, you need to learn how to not get hurt."
"i can heal!" he whisper screamed. he sighed and hugged carrion "he's just a boss"
"He. Is.Going. To. Hurt. You. More." Carrion is trying to hide how pissed he is but isn't doing too well.
Wannabe sighed and held carrion's face "i understand your mad, but Asmodues is the boss and if i want money to ever live next to you and not be the squalid peice of crap i am, i have to earn money." he said and tilted his head "ill be fine, and if i get hurt, you can chop him up ok?"
"You could always work for me." Smoke emits from under carrion eye-patch and hellfire burns around his other eye, he is clearly mad at asmodues.
"that could work but for now, i a servant to a fox thing" he said and chuckled slightly
Carrion slows his breathing and the fire and smoke dissipates:"I can pay you as much as you need, being a private detective is surprisingly lucrative."
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 wearing a Mexican poncho and baggy trousers walks into town. He has hair down to his waist and a beard down to his knees, completely covering his face. He carries a small satchel with him.
*here be hobojo*
Shoes looks their way and waves a gloved hand
He grins and waves back. Shoes wonders how he could see them. Hobojo walks over. “Greetings, friend.”
*Description please*
*5'8 tall person with a cardboard box head with a cute cat face painted on the front. wears pastel/rainbow sweater and grey overalls with a strap taken off. carries a sword on their back that is made of gold and silver. wears blue sneakers with little white wings on the sides.*
Shoes jumps off the building and walks over. their voice sounds like a mix of both male and female. "How are you and who are you?" they asked
He salutes “Good, friend, they call me Joe. Who be you?”
"Im shoes!" they said and jumped up to match Joe's height
*they are 19*
“Nice teh meet ya Shoes,” he indicates Shoes’s shoes, “would ye like em polished?”
"my sneaks?" they said looking down at their sneakers "im fine for right now"
“Ah ok, that’s a nice hat ye got there”
*Hobojo’s age is indiscernible, he looks maybe 40-50, but it’s hard to tell. My idea for this character is that he is essentially the versatile Jack-of-all-trades kind o’ guy who will do anything that the other characters want for a bit of pay, short of harming another person.*
*lol, Shoes is just hyper af*
"its not a hat, its my head" they said and removed they box from their neck. underneath was nothing just the neck stub
Joe seems a bit taken back by this, but grins. “Well then, that’s a nice head ye got there. Tell me, are ye a construct?”
"i guess i am" they said and put their head back on "i dont know what i am"
“Heh, fascinating!” He walks around Shoes, “remarkable design.” He chuckles. “And ta think, I was about te ask ye if ye’d ever had to use the box fer a bedroom!”
A man wearing a Mexican poncho and baggy trousers walks into town. He has hair down to his waist and a beard down to his knees, completely covering his face. He carries a small satchel with him.
*here be hobojo*
Shoes looks their way and waves a gloved hand
He grins and waves back. Shoes wonders how he could see them. Hobojo walks over. “Greetings, friend.”
*Description please*
*5'8 tall person with a cardboard box head with a cute cat face painted on the front. wears pastel/rainbow sweater and grey overalls with a strap taken off. carries a sword on their back that is made of gold and silver. wears blue sneakers with little white wings on the sides.*
Shoes jumps off the building and walks over. their voice sounds like a mix of both male and female. "How are you and who are you?" they asked
He salutes “Good, friend, they call me Joe. Who be you?”
"Im shoes!" they said and jumped up to match Joe's height
*they are 19*
“Nice teh meet ya Shoes,” he indicates Shoes’s shoes, “would ye like em polished?”
"my sneaks?" they said looking down at their sneakers "im fine for right now"
“Ah ok, that’s a nice hat ye got there”
*Hobojo’s age is indiscernible, he looks maybe 40-50, but it’s hard to tell. My idea for this character is that he is essentially the versatile Jack-of-all-trades kind o’ guy who will do anything that the other characters want for a bit of pay, short of harming another person.*
*lol, Shoes is just hyper af*
"its not a hat, its my head" they said and removed they box from their neck. underneath was nothing just the neck stub
Joe seems a bit taken back by this, but grins. “Well then, that’s a nice head ye got there. Tell me, are ye a construct?”
"i guess i am" they said and put their head back on "i dont know what i am"
“Heh, fascinating!” He walks around Shoes, “remarkable design.” He chuckles. “And ta think, I was about te ask ye if ye’d ever had to use the box fer a bedroom!”
shoes takes off their head, it was a empty open box but a vice still admitted from it, "no, i sleep in a normal bed, my head just sits on a cabinet"
“Hmm. Judging by the design…I’d say you were probably made by a Gnome. But ye seem much to realistic to fit with their wont - they love their copper and brass too much for denim and cardboard.” Joe muses to himself
"my skin feels fleshy" they said and waved an arm like a noodle
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Asemodues saw that wannabe was driving off and grabbed him by the cheeks "wake up you worthless excuse of a life" he snarled and stood up, sauntering away
After asemdues leaves carrion appears behind wannabe in a puff of billowing smoke:"You need to find a better place to work."
"i need money love" he said and chuckled "its fine, im used to the pain"
He growls: "I don't that bastard asemdues hurting you anymore."
Wannabe turned to Carrion "I need money honey" he said and smirked "its cute that your looking out for me but i can handle myself, im not made of glass"
"I can't save you all the time, you need to learn how to not get hurt."
"i can heal!" he whisper screamed. he sighed and hugged carrion "he's just a boss"
"He. Is.Going. To. Hurt. You. More." Carrion is trying to hide how pissed he is but isn't doing too well.
Wannabe sighed and held carrion's face "i understand your mad, but Asmodues is the boss and if i want money to ever live next to you and not be the squalid peice of crap i am, i have to earn money." he said and tilted his head "ill be fine, and if i get hurt, you can chop him up ok?"
"You could always work for me." Smoke emits from under carrion eye-patch and hellfire burns around his other eye, he is clearly mad at asmodues.
"that could work but for now, i a servant to a fox thing" he said and chuckled slightly
Carrion slows his breathing and the fire and smoke dissipates:"I can pay you as much as you need, being a private detective is surprisingly lucrative."
He smiled "ill think about your offer cutie" Wannabe smiled and ran a hand through carrion's hair
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man wearing a Mexican poncho and baggy trousers walks into town. He has hair down to his waist and a beard down to his knees, completely covering his face. He carries a small satchel with him.
*here be hobojo*
Shoes looks their way and waves a gloved hand
He grins and waves back. Shoes wonders how he could see them. Hobojo walks over. “Greetings, friend.”
*Description please*
*5'8 tall person with a cardboard box head with a cute cat face painted on the front. wears pastel/rainbow sweater and grey overalls with a strap taken off. carries a sword on their back that is made of gold and silver. wears blue sneakers with little white wings on the sides.*
Shoes jumps off the building and walks over. their voice sounds like a mix of both male and female. "How are you and who are you?" they asked
He salutes “Good, friend, they call me Joe. Who be you?”
"Im shoes!" they said and jumped up to match Joe's height
*they are 19*
“Nice teh meet ya Shoes,” he indicates Shoes’s shoes, “would ye like em polished?”
"my sneaks?" they said looking down at their sneakers "im fine for right now"
“Ah ok, that’s a nice hat ye got there”
*Hobojo’s age is indiscernible, he looks maybe 40-50, but it’s hard to tell. My idea for this character is that he is essentially the versatile Jack-of-all-trades kind o’ guy who will do anything that the other characters want for a bit of pay, short of harming another person.*
*lol, Shoes is just hyper af*
"its not a hat, its my head" they said and removed they box from their neck. underneath was nothing just the neck stub
Joe seems a bit taken back by this, but grins. “Well then, that’s a nice head ye got there. Tell me, are ye a construct?”
"i guess i am" they said and put their head back on "i dont know what i am"
“Heh, fascinating!” He walks around Shoes, “remarkable design.” He chuckles. “And ta think, I was about te ask ye if ye’d ever had to use the box fer a bedroom!”
A man wearing a Mexican poncho and baggy trousers walks into town. He has hair down to his waist and a beard down to his knees, completely covering his face. He carries a small satchel with him.
*here be hobojo*
Shoes looks their way and waves a gloved hand
He grins and waves back. Shoes wonders how he could see them. Hobojo walks over. “Greetings, friend.”
*Description please*
*5'8 tall person with a cardboard box head with a cute cat face painted on the front. wears pastel/rainbow sweater and grey overalls with a strap taken off. carries a sword on their back that is made of gold and silver. wears blue sneakers with little white wings on the sides.*
Shoes jumps off the building and walks over. their voice sounds like a mix of both male and female. "How are you and who are you?" they asked
He salutes “Good, friend, they call me Joe. Who be you?”
"Im shoes!" they said and jumped up to match Joe's height
*they are 19*
“Nice teh meet ya Shoes,” he indicates Shoes’s shoes, “would ye like em polished?”
"my sneaks?" they said looking down at their sneakers "im fine for right now"
“Ah ok, that’s a nice hat ye got there”
*Hobojo’s age is indiscernible, he looks maybe 40-50, but it’s hard to tell. My idea for this character is that he is essentially the versatile Jack-of-all-trades kind o’ guy who will do anything that the other characters want for a bit of pay, short of harming another person.*
*lol, Shoes is just hyper af*
"its not a hat, its my head" they said and removed they box from their neck. underneath was nothing just the neck stub
Joe seems a bit taken back by this, but grins. “Well then, that’s a nice head ye got there. Tell me, are ye a construct?”
"i guess i am" they said and put their head back on "i dont know what i am"
“Heh, fascinating!” He walks around Shoes, “remarkable design.” He chuckles. “And ta think, I was about te ask ye if ye’d ever had to use the box fer a bedroom!”
shoes takes off their head, it was a empty open box but a vice still admitted from it, "no, i sleep in a normal bed, my head just sits on a cabinet"
“Hmm. Judging by the design…I’d say you were probably made by a Gnome. But ye seem much to realistic to fit with their wont - they love their copper and brass too much for denim and cardboard.” Joe muses to himself
"my skin feels fleshy" they said and waved an arm like a noodle
“Indeed it does. Heh. Where’re ye from, Shoes?”
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I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Asemodues saw that wannabe was driving off and grabbed him by the cheeks "wake up you worthless excuse of a life" he snarled and stood up, sauntering away
After asemdues leaves carrion appears behind wannabe in a puff of billowing smoke:"You need to find a better place to work."
"i need money love" he said and chuckled "its fine, im used to the pain"
He growls: "I don't that bastard asemdues hurting you anymore."
Wannabe turned to Carrion "I need money honey" he said and smirked "its cute that your looking out for me but i can handle myself, im not made of glass"
"I can't save you all the time, you need to learn how to not get hurt."
"i can heal!" he whisper screamed. he sighed and hugged carrion "he's just a boss"
"He. Is.Going. To. Hurt. You. More." Carrion is trying to hide how pissed he is but isn't doing too well.
Wannabe sighed and held carrion's face "i understand your mad, but Asmodues is the boss and if i want money to ever live next to you and not be the squalid peice of crap i am, i have to earn money." he said and tilted his head "ill be fine, and if i get hurt, you can chop him up ok?"
"You could always work for me." Smoke emits from under carrion eye-patch and hellfire burns around his other eye, he is clearly mad at asmodues.
"that could work but for now, i a servant to a fox thing" he said and chuckled slightly
Carrion slows his breathing and the fire and smoke dissipates:"I can pay you as much as you need, being a private detective is surprisingly lucrative."
He smiled "ill think about your offer cutie" Wannabe smiled and ran a hand through carrion's hair
"Thank you."
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A man wearing a Mexican poncho and baggy trousers walks into town. He has hair down to his waist and a beard down to his knees, completely covering his face. He carries a small satchel with him.
*here be hobojo*
Shoes looks their way and waves a gloved hand
He grins and waves back. Shoes wonders how he could see them. Hobojo walks over. “Greetings, friend.”
*Description please*
*5'8 tall person with a cardboard box head with a cute cat face painted on the front. wears pastel/rainbow sweater and grey overalls with a strap taken off. carries a sword on their back that is made of gold and silver. wears blue sneakers with little white wings on the sides.*
Shoes jumps off the building and walks over. their voice sounds like a mix of both male and female. "How are you and who are you?" they asked
He salutes “Good, friend, they call me Joe. Who be you?”
"Im shoes!" they said and jumped up to match Joe's height
*they are 19*
“Nice teh meet ya Shoes,” he indicates Shoes’s shoes, “would ye like em polished?”
"my sneaks?" they said looking down at their sneakers "im fine for right now"
“Ah ok, that’s a nice hat ye got there”
*Hobojo’s age is indiscernible, he looks maybe 40-50, but it’s hard to tell. My idea for this character is that he is essentially the versatile Jack-of-all-trades kind o’ guy who will do anything that the other characters want for a bit of pay, short of harming another person.*
*lol, Shoes is just hyper af*
"its not a hat, its my head" they said and removed they box from their neck. underneath was nothing just the neck stub
Joe seems a bit taken back by this, but grins. “Well then, that’s a nice head ye got there. Tell me, are ye a construct?”
"i guess i am" they said and put their head back on "i dont know what i am"
“Heh, fascinating!” He walks around Shoes, “remarkable design.” He chuckles. “And ta think, I was about te ask ye if ye’d ever had to use the box fer a bedroom!”
A man wearing a Mexican poncho and baggy trousers walks into town. He has hair down to his waist and a beard down to his knees, completely covering his face. He carries a small satchel with him.
*here be hobojo*
Shoes looks their way and waves a gloved hand
He grins and waves back. Shoes wonders how he could see them. Hobojo walks over. “Greetings, friend.”
*Description please*
*5'8 tall person with a cardboard box head with a cute cat face painted on the front. wears pastel/rainbow sweater and grey overalls with a strap taken off. carries a sword on their back that is made of gold and silver. wears blue sneakers with little white wings on the sides.*
Shoes jumps off the building and walks over. their voice sounds like a mix of both male and female. "How are you and who are you?" they asked
He salutes “Good, friend, they call me Joe. Who be you?”
"Im shoes!" they said and jumped up to match Joe's height
*they are 19*
“Nice teh meet ya Shoes,” he indicates Shoes’s shoes, “would ye like em polished?”
"my sneaks?" they said looking down at their sneakers "im fine for right now"
“Ah ok, that’s a nice hat ye got there”
*Hobojo’s age is indiscernible, he looks maybe 40-50, but it’s hard to tell. My idea for this character is that he is essentially the versatile Jack-of-all-trades kind o’ guy who will do anything that the other characters want for a bit of pay, short of harming another person.*
*lol, Shoes is just hyper af*
"its not a hat, its my head" they said and removed they box from their neck. underneath was nothing just the neck stub
Joe seems a bit taken back by this, but grins. “Well then, that’s a nice head ye got there. Tell me, are ye a construct?”
"i guess i am" they said and put their head back on "i dont know what i am"
“Heh, fascinating!” He walks around Shoes, “remarkable design.” He chuckles. “And ta think, I was about te ask ye if ye’d ever had to use the box fer a bedroom!”
shoes takes off their head, it was a empty open box but a vice still admitted from it, "no, i sleep in a normal bed, my head just sits on a cabinet"
“Hmm. Judging by the design…I’d say you were probably made by a Gnome. But ye seem much to realistic to fit with their wont - they love their copper and brass too much for denim and cardboard.” Joe muses to himself
"my skin feels fleshy" they said and waved an arm like a noodle
“Indeed it does. Heh. Where’re ye from, Shoes?”
"Northlands!" they said and smiled, they took out their sword and started swing it around like they were fighting invisible enemies "Im a fighter!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Asemodues saw that wannabe was driving off and grabbed him by the cheeks "wake up you worthless excuse of a life" he snarled and stood up, sauntering away
After asemdues leaves carrion appears behind wannabe in a puff of billowing smoke:"You need to find a better place to work."
"i need money love" he said and chuckled "its fine, im used to the pain"
He growls: "I don't that bastard asemdues hurting you anymore."
Wannabe turned to Carrion "I need money honey" he said and smirked "its cute that your looking out for me but i can handle myself, im not made of glass"
"I can't save you all the time, you need to learn how to not get hurt."
"i can heal!" he whisper screamed. he sighed and hugged carrion "he's just a boss"
"He. Is.Going. To. Hurt. You. More." Carrion is trying to hide how pissed he is but isn't doing too well.
Wannabe sighed and held carrion's face "i understand your mad, but Asmodues is the boss and if i want money to ever live next to you and not be the squalid peice of crap i am, i have to earn money." he said and tilted his head "ill be fine, and if i get hurt, you can chop him up ok?"
"You could always work for me." Smoke emits from under carrion eye-patch and hellfire burns around his other eye, he is clearly mad at asmodues.
"that could work but for now, i a servant to a fox thing" he said and chuckled slightly
Carrion slows his breathing and the fire and smoke dissipates:"I can pay you as much as you need, being a private detective is surprisingly lucrative."
He smiled "ill think about your offer cutie" Wannabe smiled and ran a hand through carrion's hair
"Thank you."
"now hide" he said and turned around, Asemodues was walking up the stairs, it was clear because the neon was glowing
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Asemodues saw that wannabe was driving off and grabbed him by the cheeks "wake up you worthless excuse of a life" he snarled and stood up, sauntering away
After asemdues leaves carrion appears behind wannabe in a puff of billowing smoke:"You need to find a better place to work."
"i need money love" he said and chuckled "its fine, im used to the pain"
He growls: "I don't that bastard asemdues hurting you anymore."
Wannabe turned to Carrion "I need money honey" he said and smirked "its cute that your looking out for me but i can handle myself, im not made of glass"
"I can't save you all the time, you need to learn how to not get hurt."
"i can heal!" he whisper screamed. he sighed and hugged carrion "he's just a boss"
"He. Is.Going. To. Hurt. You. More." Carrion is trying to hide how pissed he is but isn't doing too well.
Wannabe sighed and held carrion's face "i understand your mad, but Asmodues is the boss and if i want money to ever live next to you and not be the squalid peice of crap i am, i have to earn money." he said and tilted his head "ill be fine, and if i get hurt, you can chop him up ok?"
"You could always work for me." Smoke emits from under carrion eye-patch and hellfire burns around his other eye, he is clearly mad at asmodues.
"that could work but for now, i a servant to a fox thing" he said and chuckled slightly
Carrion slows his breathing and the fire and smoke dissipates:"I can pay you as much as you need, being a private detective is surprisingly lucrative."
He smiled "ill think about your offer cutie" Wannabe smiled and ran a hand through carrion's hair
"Thank you."
"now hide" he said and turned around, Asemodues was walking up the stairs, it was clear because the neon was glowing
"Yes sir." Carrion walks back into the shadows where he came from. Stealth: 5
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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
Asemodues saw that wannabe was driving off and grabbed him by the cheeks "wake up you worthless excuse of a life" he snarled and stood up, sauntering away
After asemdues leaves carrion appears behind wannabe in a puff of billowing smoke:"You need to find a better place to work."
"i need money love" he said and chuckled "its fine, im used to the pain"
He growls: "I don't that bastard asemdues hurting you anymore."
Wannabe turned to Carrion "I need money honey" he said and smirked "its cute that your looking out for me but i can handle myself, im not made of glass"
"I can't save you all the time, you need to learn how to not get hurt."
"i can heal!" he whisper screamed. he sighed and hugged carrion "he's just a boss"
"He. Is.Going. To. Hurt. You. More." Carrion is trying to hide how pissed he is but isn't doing too well.
Wannabe sighed and held carrion's face "i understand your mad, but Asmodues is the boss and if i want money to ever live next to you and not be the squalid peice of crap i am, i have to earn money." he said and tilted his head "ill be fine, and if i get hurt, you can chop him up ok?"
"You could always work for me." Smoke emits from under carrion eye-patch and hellfire burns around his other eye, he is clearly mad at asmodues.
"that could work but for now, i a servant to a fox thing" he said and chuckled slightly
Carrion slows his breathing and the fire and smoke dissipates:"I can pay you as much as you need, being a private detective is surprisingly lucrative."
He smiled "ill think about your offer cutie" Wannabe smiled and ran a hand through carrion's hair
"Thank you."
"now hide" he said and turned around, Asemodues was walking up the stairs, it was clear because the neon was glowing
"Yes sir." Carrion walks back into the shadows where he came from. Stealth: 14
Asemodues appeared now with three other demons who looked either similar or very different. he went to his desk and put his feet up talking to them
Wannabe stood still like a suit of armor.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man wearing a Mexican poncho and baggy trousers walks into town. He has hair down to his waist and a beard down to his knees, completely covering his face. He carries a small satchel with him.
*here be hobojo*
Shoes looks their way and waves a gloved hand
He grins and waves back. Shoes wonders how he could see them. Hobojo walks over. “Greetings, friend.”
*Description please*
*5'8 tall person with a cardboard box head with a cute cat face painted on the front. wears pastel/rainbow sweater and grey overalls with a strap taken off. carries a sword on their back that is made of gold and silver. wears blue sneakers with little white wings on the sides.*
Shoes jumps off the building and walks over. their voice sounds like a mix of both male and female. "How are you and who are you?" they asked
He salutes “Good, friend, they call me Joe. Who be you?”
"Im shoes!" they said and jumped up to match Joe's height
*they are 19*
“Nice teh meet ya Shoes,” he indicates Shoes’s shoes, “would ye like em polished?”
"my sneaks?" they said looking down at their sneakers "im fine for right now"
“Ah ok, that’s a nice hat ye got there”
*Hobojo’s age is indiscernible, he looks maybe 40-50, but it’s hard to tell. My idea for this character is that he is essentially the versatile Jack-of-all-trades kind o’ guy who will do anything that the other characters want for a bit of pay, short of harming another person.*
*lol, Shoes is just hyper af*
"its not a hat, its my head" they said and removed they box from their neck. underneath was nothing just the neck stub
Joe seems a bit taken back by this, but grins. “Well then, that’s a nice head ye got there. Tell me, are ye a construct?”
"i guess i am" they said and put their head back on "i dont know what i am"
“Heh, fascinating!” He walks around Shoes, “remarkable design.” He chuckles. “And ta think, I was about te ask ye if ye’d ever had to use the box fer a bedroom!”
A man wearing a Mexican poncho and baggy trousers walks into town. He has hair down to his waist and a beard down to his knees, completely covering his face. He carries a small satchel with him.
*here be hobojo*
Shoes looks their way and waves a gloved hand
He grins and waves back. Shoes wonders how he could see them. Hobojo walks over. “Greetings, friend.”
*Description please*
*5'8 tall person with a cardboard box head with a cute cat face painted on the front. wears pastel/rainbow sweater and grey overalls with a strap taken off. carries a sword on their back that is made of gold and silver. wears blue sneakers with little white wings on the sides.*
Shoes jumps off the building and walks over. their voice sounds like a mix of both male and female. "How are you and who are you?" they asked
He salutes “Good, friend, they call me Joe. Who be you?”
"Im shoes!" they said and jumped up to match Joe's height
*they are 19*
“Nice teh meet ya Shoes,” he indicates Shoes’s shoes, “would ye like em polished?”
"my sneaks?" they said looking down at their sneakers "im fine for right now"
“Ah ok, that’s a nice hat ye got there”
*Hobojo’s age is indiscernible, he looks maybe 40-50, but it’s hard to tell. My idea for this character is that he is essentially the versatile Jack-of-all-trades kind o’ guy who will do anything that the other characters want for a bit of pay, short of harming another person.*
*lol, Shoes is just hyper af*
"its not a hat, its my head" they said and removed they box from their neck. underneath was nothing just the neck stub
Joe seems a bit taken back by this, but grins. “Well then, that’s a nice head ye got there. Tell me, are ye a construct?”
"i guess i am" they said and put their head back on "i dont know what i am"
“Heh, fascinating!” He walks around Shoes, “remarkable design.” He chuckles. “And ta think, I was about te ask ye if ye’d ever had to use the box fer a bedroom!”
shoes takes off their head, it was a empty open box but a vice still admitted from it, "no, i sleep in a normal bed, my head just sits on a cabinet"
“Hmm. Judging by the design…I’d say you were probably made by a Gnome. But ye seem much to realistic to fit with their wont - they love their copper and brass too much for denim and cardboard.” Joe muses to himself
"my skin feels fleshy" they said and waved an arm like a noodle
“Indeed it does. Heh. Where’re ye from, Shoes?”
"Northlands!" they said and smiled, they took out their sword and started swing it around like they were fighting invisible enemies "Im a fighter!"
Joe whistles. “Evidently”
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
A man wearing a Mexican poncho and baggy trousers walks into town. He has hair down to his waist and a beard down to his knees, completely covering his face. He carries a small satchel with him.
*here be hobojo*
Shoes looks their way and waves a gloved hand
He grins and waves back. Shoes wonders how he could see them. Hobojo walks over. “Greetings, friend.”
*Description please*
*5'8 tall person with a cardboard box head with a cute cat face painted on the front. wears pastel/rainbow sweater and grey overalls with a strap taken off. carries a sword on their back that is made of gold and silver. wears blue sneakers with little white wings on the sides.*
Shoes jumps off the building and walks over. their voice sounds like a mix of both male and female. "How are you and who are you?" they asked
He salutes “Good, friend, they call me Joe. Who be you?”
"Im shoes!" they said and jumped up to match Joe's height
*they are 19*
“Nice teh meet ya Shoes,” he indicates Shoes’s shoes, “would ye like em polished?”
"my sneaks?" they said looking down at their sneakers "im fine for right now"
“Ah ok, that’s a nice hat ye got there”
*Hobojo’s age is indiscernible, he looks maybe 40-50, but it’s hard to tell. My idea for this character is that he is essentially the versatile Jack-of-all-trades kind o’ guy who will do anything that the other characters want for a bit of pay, short of harming another person.*
*lol, Shoes is just hyper af*
"its not a hat, its my head" they said and removed they box from their neck. underneath was nothing just the neck stub
Joe seems a bit taken back by this, but grins. “Well then, that’s a nice head ye got there. Tell me, are ye a construct?”
"i guess i am" they said and put their head back on "i dont know what i am"
“Heh, fascinating!” He walks around Shoes, “remarkable design.” He chuckles. “And ta think, I was about te ask ye if ye’d ever had to use the box fer a bedroom!”
A man wearing a Mexican poncho and baggy trousers walks into town. He has hair down to his waist and a beard down to his knees, completely covering his face. He carries a small satchel with him.
*here be hobojo*
Shoes looks their way and waves a gloved hand
He grins and waves back. Shoes wonders how he could see them. Hobojo walks over. “Greetings, friend.”
*Description please*
*5'8 tall person with a cardboard box head with a cute cat face painted on the front. wears pastel/rainbow sweater and grey overalls with a strap taken off. carries a sword on their back that is made of gold and silver. wears blue sneakers with little white wings on the sides.*
Shoes jumps off the building and walks over. their voice sounds like a mix of both male and female. "How are you and who are you?" they asked
He salutes “Good, friend, they call me Joe. Who be you?”
"Im shoes!" they said and jumped up to match Joe's height
*they are 19*
“Nice teh meet ya Shoes,” he indicates Shoes’s shoes, “would ye like em polished?”
"my sneaks?" they said looking down at their sneakers "im fine for right now"
“Ah ok, that’s a nice hat ye got there”
*Hobojo’s age is indiscernible, he looks maybe 40-50, but it’s hard to tell. My idea for this character is that he is essentially the versatile Jack-of-all-trades kind o’ guy who will do anything that the other characters want for a bit of pay, short of harming another person.*
*lol, Shoes is just hyper af*
"its not a hat, its my head" they said and removed they box from their neck. underneath was nothing just the neck stub
Joe seems a bit taken back by this, but grins. “Well then, that’s a nice head ye got there. Tell me, are ye a construct?”
"i guess i am" they said and put their head back on "i dont know what i am"
“Heh, fascinating!” He walks around Shoes, “remarkable design.” He chuckles. “And ta think, I was about te ask ye if ye’d ever had to use the box fer a bedroom!”
shoes takes off their head, it was a empty open box but a vice still admitted from it, "no, i sleep in a normal bed, my head just sits on a cabinet"
“Hmm. Judging by the design…I’d say you were probably made by a Gnome. But ye seem much to realistic to fit with their wont - they love their copper and brass too much for denim and cardboard.” Joe muses to himself
"my skin feels fleshy" they said and waved an arm like a noodle
“Indeed it does. Heh. Where’re ye from, Shoes?”
"Northlands!" they said and smiled, they took out their sword and started swing it around like they were fighting invisible enemies "Im a fighter!"
Joe whistles. “Evidently”
"yah!" Shoes stabs a mailbox and turns around, happy "enemy has been slayed"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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"i guess i am" they said and put their head back on "i dont know what i am"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"weird" they said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Not weird, magic."
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.
“Heh, fascinating!” He walks around Shoes, “remarkable design.” He chuckles. “And ta think, I was about te ask ye if ye’d ever had to use the box fer a bedroom!”
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
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"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"You could always work for me." Smoke emits from under carrion eye-patch and hellfire burns around his other eye, he is clearly mad at asmodues.
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
shoes takes off their head, it was a empty open box but a vice still admitted from it, "no, i sleep in a normal bed, my head just sits on a cabinet"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"that could work but for now, i a servant to a fox thing" he said and chuckled slightly
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Hmm. Judging by the design…I’d say you were probably made by a Gnome. But ye seem much to realistic to fit with their wont - they love their copper and brass too much for denim and cardboard.” Joe muses to himself
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Carrion slows his breathing and the fire and smoke dissipates:"I can pay you as much as you need, being a private detective is surprisingly lucrative."
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.
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Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
"my skin feels fleshy" they said and waved an arm like a noodle
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He smiled "ill think about your offer cutie" Wannabe smiled and ran a hand through carrion's hair
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Indeed it does. Heh. Where’re ye from, Shoes?”
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"Thank you."
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
"Northlands!" they said and smiled, they took out their sword and started swing it around like they were fighting invisible enemies "Im a fighter!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"now hide" he said and turned around, Asemodues was walking up the stairs, it was clear because the neon was glowing
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Yes sir." Carrion walks back into the shadows where he came from. Stealth: 5
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
Asemodues appeared now with three other demons who looked either similar or very different. he went to his desk and put his feet up talking to them
Wannabe stood still like a suit of armor.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Joe whistles. “Evidently”
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"yah!" Shoes stabs a mailbox and turns around, happy "enemy has been slayed"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]