Clara is laying on the roof, her tome floating nearby, opened to a certain page
Lucius is sitting in the main room, drinking some wine
-Open slot, take your pick-
Ashton is drinking coffee at a line table, they way he’s dressed makes him look like a noble, but his face and trident next to him gives off a different vibe
*Description of Ashton?*
[[ Ashton stands at about 5’8 without his 4 inch platform lace up leather boots. His hair is a grayish pink, like a dying rose, his skin a lighter shade of his hair + orange because it’s still skin. His eyes are a midnight black, like pools of darkness, two tusks, one of which is broken. He has a grayish pink 5o’clock shadow, a horizontal scar across the bridge of his nose, and is wearing a bloody crown. He’s holding a blue, glowing, trident. ]]
*Dang, platform boots? Snazzy as freak* *Also, technoblade?*
Lucius looks at him, walking over, "Hello there."
[[ he got dem fanci shoes ]] [[ I saw the boar shifter what else was I supposed to do ]]
“hello” he sips the coffee
*Have i given you lucius's description?* *Also, yes to both*
"You're quite the unique looking character."
[[ no ]] [[ i wanna make a kenku character who just constantly has crows around him, aka philza dnd ]]
“‘I’m a shifter”
*On it* *Lmao*
"A what?" Lucius asks, raising an eyebrow
(Lucius is a male human. He's about 6'1" with pale skin. He has short blonde hair with red streaks and silver eyes. He's dressed in a rather nice outfit. A pair of jeans, dress shoes, a white button up dress shirt, and a black vest.)
“Descendant of a lycanthrope” he sips his coffee
"I see. That is quite the heratige."
“Yeah, especially considering my mess of a childhood”
"Ah, childhoods are rather... difficult, when you end up in places like this."
“Difficult indeed”
Lucius decides not to pry, ordering tea
“So how was your childhood” this man doesn’t even care if that was an invasive question he just keeps on sippin
"It was..... interesting."
*THE DAMN FLYS ARE BACK*
“Care to elaborate? I’ll tell you my trauma after”
[[ QUICK GET THE CHANCLAS ]]
"I'll abstain." He says, 'My issues are my own, and no one elses. No offense, i'm sure your backstory is very nice."
*AHHHHHHHH*
“Aight, we’ll, someone here’s gonna know about be eventually so why not you” he takes another sip “my parents were killed when I was about 7, or I was kidnapped can’t remember which, probably both knowing my luck, back to the story, I was forced to fight in a tyrant’s arena, I got to choose my weapon, but I was chained to it. Fast forward til I’m 18, officially old enough to no longer be chained to my weapon, which was this trident here. I did my part, killed everyone in the arena like I was supposed to, and then everyone in the stands cheering for death. Among them was the tyrant, I wear his crown and cloak now”
[[ *tries to use telekinesis to set flies on fire* ]]
*CHANNELS APPLE CIDER VINIGAR AND DISH SOAP*
"Huh, edgy." Lucius nods, "And brutal. Sorry you had to go through that."
[[ I’m working on a techno cosplay irl, my mom found a cloak but it’s black and I’m like “grim reaper techno” ]]
“yeah I’m just sorry for the poor souls I was forced to kill, they didn’t even have a chance”
*I'm into cosplay, wish i had the cash for it ;-; *
"Can't tell if thats cocky or super honest."
[[ I dont either but I’m almost there ]]
“I’m not proud of what I’ve done, believe me, they were to skinny to hold a sword properly and my trident had to far a reach”
*Yep, cosplays expensive and hard*
"Hm, interesting," Lucius nods, tapping the table with his fingers absentmindedly
[[ mhm, it’s sad how much it costs, not to mention make up for actually looking like the character, then accessories like weapons/jewelry that the character wears, hhhhhhhhh the list is long ]]
“did you actually want to hear that or were you just being polite” he raises an eyebrow
"I would say a bit of both." He says bluntly, "I find your background tragic, i guess."
Clara is laying on the roof, her tome floating nearby, opened to a certain page
Lucius is sitting in the main room, drinking some wine
-Open slot, take your pick-
Ashton is drinking coffee at a line table, they way he’s dressed makes him look like a noble, but his face and trident next to him gives off a different vibe
*Description of Ashton?*
[[ Ashton stands at about 5’8 without his 4 inch platform lace up leather boots. His hair is a grayish pink, like a dying rose, his skin a lighter shade of his hair + orange because it’s still skin. His eyes are a midnight black, like pools of darkness, two tusks, one of which is broken. He has a grayish pink 5o’clock shadow, a horizontal scar across the bridge of his nose, and is wearing a bloody crown. He’s holding a blue, glowing, trident. ]]
*Dang, platform boots? Snazzy as freak* *Also, technoblade?*
Lucius looks at him, walking over, "Hello there."
[[ he got dem fanci shoes ]] [[ I saw the boar shifter what else was I supposed to do ]]
“hello” he sips the coffee
*Have i given you lucius's description?* *Also, yes to both*
"You're quite the unique looking character."
[[ no ]] [[ i wanna make a kenku character who just constantly has crows around him, aka philza dnd ]]
“‘I’m a shifter”
*On it* *Lmao*
"A what?" Lucius asks, raising an eyebrow
(Lucius is a male human. He's about 6'1" with pale skin. He has short blonde hair with red streaks and silver eyes. He's dressed in a rather nice outfit. A pair of jeans, dress shoes, a white button up dress shirt, and a black vest.)
“Descendant of a lycanthrope” he sips his coffee
"I see. That is quite the heratige."
“Yeah, especially considering my mess of a childhood”
"Ah, childhoods are rather... difficult, when you end up in places like this."
“Difficult indeed”
Lucius decides not to pry, ordering tea
“So how was your childhood” this man doesn’t even care if that was an invasive question he just keeps on sippin
"It was..... interesting."
*THE DAMN FLYS ARE BACK*
“Care to elaborate? I’ll tell you my trauma after”
[[ QUICK GET THE CHANCLAS ]]
"I'll abstain." He says, 'My issues are my own, and no one elses. No offense, i'm sure your backstory is very nice."
*AHHHHHHHH*
“Aight, we’ll, someone here’s gonna know about be eventually so why not you” he takes another sip “my parents were killed when I was about 7, or I was kidnapped can’t remember which, probably both knowing my luck, back to the story, I was forced to fight in a tyrant’s arena, I got to choose my weapon, but I was chained to it. Fast forward til I’m 18, officially old enough to no longer be chained to my weapon, which was this trident here. I did my part, killed everyone in the arena like I was supposed to, and then everyone in the stands cheering for death. Among them was the tyrant, I wear his crown and cloak now”
[[ *tries to use telekinesis to set flies on fire* ]]
*CHANNELS APPLE CIDER VINIGAR AND DISH SOAP*
"Huh, edgy." Lucius nods, "And brutal. Sorry you had to go through that."
[[ I’m working on a techno cosplay irl, my mom found a cloak but it’s black and I’m like “grim reaper techno” ]]
“yeah I’m just sorry for the poor souls I was forced to kill, they didn’t even have a chance”
*I'm into cosplay, wish i had the cash for it ;-; *
"Can't tell if thats cocky or super honest."
[[ I dont either but I’m almost there ]]
“I’m not proud of what I’ve done, believe me, they were to skinny to hold a sword properly and my trident had to far a reach”
*Yep, cosplays expensive and hard*
"Hm, interesting," Lucius nods, tapping the table with his fingers absentmindedly
[[ mhm, it’s sad how much it costs, not to mention make up for actually looking like the character, then accessories like weapons/jewelry that the character wears, hhhhhhhhh the list is long ]]
“did you actually want to hear that or were you just being polite” he raises an eyebrow
"I would say a bit of both." He says bluntly, "I find your background tragic, i guess."
“Never really thought about it enough to think about it as tragic I guess, it’s just… normal for me” he orders another coffee “so, why’re you here?”
Clara is laying on the roof, her tome floating nearby, opened to a certain page
Lucius is sitting in the main room, drinking some wine
-Open slot, take your pick-
Ashton is drinking coffee at a line table, they way he’s dressed makes him look like a noble, but his face and trident next to him gives off a different vibe
*Description of Ashton?*
[[ Ashton stands at about 5’8 without his 4 inch platform lace up leather boots. His hair is a grayish pink, like a dying rose, his skin a lighter shade of his hair + orange because it’s still skin. His eyes are a midnight black, like pools of darkness, two tusks, one of which is broken. He has a grayish pink 5o’clock shadow, a horizontal scar across the bridge of his nose, and is wearing a bloody crown. He’s holding a blue, glowing, trident. ]]
*Dang, platform boots? Snazzy as freak* *Also, technoblade?*
Lucius looks at him, walking over, "Hello there."
[[ he got dem fanci shoes ]] [[ I saw the boar shifter what else was I supposed to do ]]
“hello” he sips the coffee
*Have i given you lucius's description?* *Also, yes to both*
"You're quite the unique looking character."
[[ no ]] [[ i wanna make a kenku character who just constantly has crows around him, aka philza dnd ]]
“‘I’m a shifter”
*On it* *Lmao*
"A what?" Lucius asks, raising an eyebrow
(Lucius is a male human. He's about 6'1" with pale skin. He has short blonde hair with red streaks and silver eyes. He's dressed in a rather nice outfit. A pair of jeans, dress shoes, a white button up dress shirt, and a black vest.)
“Descendant of a lycanthrope” he sips his coffee
"I see. That is quite the heratige."
“Yeah, especially considering my mess of a childhood”
"Ah, childhoods are rather... difficult, when you end up in places like this."
“Difficult indeed”
Lucius decides not to pry, ordering tea
“So how was your childhood” this man doesn’t even care if that was an invasive question he just keeps on sippin
"It was..... interesting."
*THE DAMN FLYS ARE BACK*
“Care to elaborate? I’ll tell you my trauma after”
[[ QUICK GET THE CHANCLAS ]]
"I'll abstain." He says, 'My issues are my own, and no one elses. No offense, i'm sure your backstory is very nice."
*AHHHHHHHH*
“Aight, we’ll, someone here’s gonna know about be eventually so why not you” he takes another sip “my parents were killed when I was about 7, or I was kidnapped can’t remember which, probably both knowing my luck, back to the story, I was forced to fight in a tyrant’s arena, I got to choose my weapon, but I was chained to it. Fast forward til I’m 18, officially old enough to no longer be chained to my weapon, which was this trident here. I did my part, killed everyone in the arena like I was supposed to, and then everyone in the stands cheering for death. Among them was the tyrant, I wear his crown and cloak now”
[[ *tries to use telekinesis to set flies on fire* ]]
*CHANNELS APPLE CIDER VINIGAR AND DISH SOAP*
"Huh, edgy." Lucius nods, "And brutal. Sorry you had to go through that."
[[ I’m working on a techno cosplay irl, my mom found a cloak but it’s black and I’m like “grim reaper techno” ]]
“yeah I’m just sorry for the poor souls I was forced to kill, they didn’t even have a chance”
*I'm into cosplay, wish i had the cash for it ;-; *
"Can't tell if thats cocky or super honest."
[[ I dont either but I’m almost there ]]
“I’m not proud of what I’ve done, believe me, they were to skinny to hold a sword properly and my trident had to far a reach”
*Yep, cosplays expensive and hard*
"Hm, interesting," Lucius nods, tapping the table with his fingers absentmindedly
[[ mhm, it’s sad how much it costs, not to mention make up for actually looking like the character, then accessories like weapons/jewelry that the character wears, hhhhhhhhh the list is long ]]
“did you actually want to hear that or were you just being polite” he raises an eyebrow
"I would say a bit of both." He says bluntly, "I find your background tragic, i guess."
“Never really thought about it enough to think about it as tragic I guess, it’s just… normal for me” he orders another coffee “so, why’re you here?”
"Because i walked over." He says, sipping his tea, "If you mean why i came to the tavern, a portal spit me out like a loose tooth."
Clara is laying on the roof, her tome floating nearby, opened to a certain page
Lucius is sitting in the main room, drinking some wine
-Open slot, take your pick-
Ashton is drinking coffee at a line table, they way he’s dressed makes him look like a noble, but his face and trident next to him gives off a different vibe
*Description of Ashton?*
[[ Ashton stands at about 5’8 without his 4 inch platform lace up leather boots. His hair is a grayish pink, like a dying rose, his skin a lighter shade of his hair + orange because it’s still skin. His eyes are a midnight black, like pools of darkness, two tusks, one of which is broken. He has a grayish pink 5o’clock shadow, a horizontal scar across the bridge of his nose, and is wearing a bloody crown. He’s holding a blue, glowing, trident. ]]
*Dang, platform boots? Snazzy as freak* *Also, technoblade?*
Lucius looks at him, walking over, "Hello there."
[[ he got dem fanci shoes ]] [[ I saw the boar shifter what else was I supposed to do ]]
“hello” he sips the coffee
*Have i given you lucius's description?* *Also, yes to both*
"You're quite the unique looking character."
[[ no ]] [[ i wanna make a kenku character who just constantly has crows around him, aka philza dnd ]]
“‘I’m a shifter”
*On it* *Lmao*
"A what?" Lucius asks, raising an eyebrow
(Lucius is a male human. He's about 6'1" with pale skin. He has short blonde hair with red streaks and silver eyes. He's dressed in a rather nice outfit. A pair of jeans, dress shoes, a white button up dress shirt, and a black vest.)
“Descendant of a lycanthrope” he sips his coffee
"I see. That is quite the heratige."
“Yeah, especially considering my mess of a childhood”
"Ah, childhoods are rather... difficult, when you end up in places like this."
“Difficult indeed”
Lucius decides not to pry, ordering tea
“So how was your childhood” this man doesn’t even care if that was an invasive question he just keeps on sippin
"It was..... interesting."
*THE DAMN FLYS ARE BACK*
“Care to elaborate? I’ll tell you my trauma after”
[[ QUICK GET THE CHANCLAS ]]
"I'll abstain." He says, 'My issues are my own, and no one elses. No offense, i'm sure your backstory is very nice."
*AHHHHHHHH*
“Aight, we’ll, someone here’s gonna know about be eventually so why not you” he takes another sip “my parents were killed when I was about 7, or I was kidnapped can’t remember which, probably both knowing my luck, back to the story, I was forced to fight in a tyrant’s arena, I got to choose my weapon, but I was chained to it. Fast forward til I’m 18, officially old enough to no longer be chained to my weapon, which was this trident here. I did my part, killed everyone in the arena like I was supposed to, and then everyone in the stands cheering for death. Among them was the tyrant, I wear his crown and cloak now”
[[ *tries to use telekinesis to set flies on fire* ]]
*CHANNELS APPLE CIDER VINIGAR AND DISH SOAP*
"Huh, edgy." Lucius nods, "And brutal. Sorry you had to go through that."
[[ I’m working on a techno cosplay irl, my mom found a cloak but it’s black and I’m like “grim reaper techno” ]]
“yeah I’m just sorry for the poor souls I was forced to kill, they didn’t even have a chance”
*I'm into cosplay, wish i had the cash for it ;-; *
"Can't tell if thats cocky or super honest."
[[ I dont either but I’m almost there ]]
“I’m not proud of what I’ve done, believe me, they were to skinny to hold a sword properly and my trident had to far a reach”
*Yep, cosplays expensive and hard*
"Hm, interesting," Lucius nods, tapping the table with his fingers absentmindedly
[[ mhm, it’s sad how much it costs, not to mention make up for actually looking like the character, then accessories like weapons/jewelry that the character wears, hhhhhhhhh the list is long ]]
“did you actually want to hear that or were you just being polite” he raises an eyebrow
"I would say a bit of both." He says bluntly, "I find your background tragic, i guess."
“Never really thought about it enough to think about it as tragic I guess, it’s just… normal for me” he orders another coffee “so, why’re you here?”
"Because i walked over." He says, sipping his tea, "If you mean why i came to the tavern, a portal spit me out like a loose tooth."
“huh, when I found out about entropy’s safe zone I couldn’t not come here, this is my chance at peace”
Clara is laying on the roof, her tome floating nearby, opened to a certain page
Lucius is sitting in the main room, drinking some wine
-Open slot, take your pick-
Ashton is drinking coffee at a line table, they way he’s dressed makes him look like a noble, but his face and trident next to him gives off a different vibe
*Description of Ashton?*
[[ Ashton stands at about 5’8 without his 4 inch platform lace up leather boots. His hair is a grayish pink, like a dying rose, his skin a lighter shade of his hair + orange because it’s still skin. His eyes are a midnight black, like pools of darkness, two tusks, one of which is broken. He has a grayish pink 5o’clock shadow, a horizontal scar across the bridge of his nose, and is wearing a bloody crown. He’s holding a blue, glowing, trident. ]]
*Dang, platform boots? Snazzy as freak* *Also, technoblade?*
Lucius looks at him, walking over, "Hello there."
[[ he got dem fanci shoes ]] [[ I saw the boar shifter what else was I supposed to do ]]
“hello” he sips the coffee
*Have i given you lucius's description?* *Also, yes to both*
"You're quite the unique looking character."
[[ no ]] [[ i wanna make a kenku character who just constantly has crows around him, aka philza dnd ]]
“‘I’m a shifter”
*On it* *Lmao*
"A what?" Lucius asks, raising an eyebrow
(Lucius is a male human. He's about 6'1" with pale skin. He has short blonde hair with red streaks and silver eyes. He's dressed in a rather nice outfit. A pair of jeans, dress shoes, a white button up dress shirt, and a black vest.)
“Descendant of a lycanthrope” he sips his coffee
"I see. That is quite the heratige."
“Yeah, especially considering my mess of a childhood”
"Ah, childhoods are rather... difficult, when you end up in places like this."
“Difficult indeed”
Lucius decides not to pry, ordering tea
“So how was your childhood” this man doesn’t even care if that was an invasive question he just keeps on sippin
"It was..... interesting."
*THE DAMN FLYS ARE BACK*
“Care to elaborate? I’ll tell you my trauma after”
[[ QUICK GET THE CHANCLAS ]]
"I'll abstain." He says, 'My issues are my own, and no one elses. No offense, i'm sure your backstory is very nice."
*AHHHHHHHH*
“Aight, we’ll, someone here’s gonna know about be eventually so why not you” he takes another sip “my parents were killed when I was about 7, or I was kidnapped can’t remember which, probably both knowing my luck, back to the story, I was forced to fight in a tyrant’s arena, I got to choose my weapon, but I was chained to it. Fast forward til I’m 18, officially old enough to no longer be chained to my weapon, which was this trident here. I did my part, killed everyone in the arena like I was supposed to, and then everyone in the stands cheering for death. Among them was the tyrant, I wear his crown and cloak now”
[[ *tries to use telekinesis to set flies on fire* ]]
*CHANNELS APPLE CIDER VINIGAR AND DISH SOAP*
"Huh, edgy." Lucius nods, "And brutal. Sorry you had to go through that."
[[ I’m working on a techno cosplay irl, my mom found a cloak but it’s black and I’m like “grim reaper techno” ]]
“yeah I’m just sorry for the poor souls I was forced to kill, they didn’t even have a chance”
*I'm into cosplay, wish i had the cash for it ;-; *
"Can't tell if thats cocky or super honest."
[[ I dont either but I’m almost there ]]
“I’m not proud of what I’ve done, believe me, they were to skinny to hold a sword properly and my trident had to far a reach”
*Yep, cosplays expensive and hard*
"Hm, interesting," Lucius nods, tapping the table with his fingers absentmindedly
[[ mhm, it’s sad how much it costs, not to mention make up for actually looking like the character, then accessories like weapons/jewelry that the character wears, hhhhhhhhh the list is long ]]
“did you actually want to hear that or were you just being polite” he raises an eyebrow
"I would say a bit of both." He says bluntly, "I find your background tragic, i guess."
“Never really thought about it enough to think about it as tragic I guess, it’s just… normal for me” he orders another coffee “so, why’re you here?”
"Because i walked over." He says, sipping his tea, "If you mean why i came to the tavern, a portal spit me out like a loose tooth."
“huh, when I found out about entropy’s safe zone I couldn’t not come here, this is my chance at peace”
Clara is laying on the roof, her tome floating nearby, opened to a certain page
Lucius is sitting in the main room, drinking some wine
-Open slot, take your pick-
Ashton is drinking coffee at a line table, they way he’s dressed makes him look like a noble, but his face and trident next to him gives off a different vibe
*Description of Ashton?*
[[ Ashton stands at about 5’8 without his 4 inch platform lace up leather boots. His hair is a grayish pink, like a dying rose, his skin a lighter shade of his hair + orange because it’s still skin. His eyes are a midnight black, like pools of darkness, two tusks, one of which is broken. He has a grayish pink 5o’clock shadow, a horizontal scar across the bridge of his nose, and is wearing a bloody crown. He’s holding a blue, glowing, trident. ]]
*Dang, platform boots? Snazzy as freak* *Also, technoblade?*
Lucius looks at him, walking over, "Hello there."
[[ he got dem fanci shoes ]] [[ I saw the boar shifter what else was I supposed to do ]]
“hello” he sips the coffee
*Have i given you lucius's description?* *Also, yes to both*
"You're quite the unique looking character."
[[ no ]] [[ i wanna make a kenku character who just constantly has crows around him, aka philza dnd ]]
“‘I’m a shifter”
*On it* *Lmao*
"A what?" Lucius asks, raising an eyebrow
(Lucius is a male human. He's about 6'1" with pale skin. He has short blonde hair with red streaks and silver eyes. He's dressed in a rather nice outfit. A pair of jeans, dress shoes, a white button up dress shirt, and a black vest.)
“Descendant of a lycanthrope” he sips his coffee
"I see. That is quite the heratige."
“Yeah, especially considering my mess of a childhood”
"Ah, childhoods are rather... difficult, when you end up in places like this."
“Difficult indeed”
Lucius decides not to pry, ordering tea
“So how was your childhood” this man doesn’t even care if that was an invasive question he just keeps on sippin
"It was..... interesting."
*THE DAMN FLYS ARE BACK*
“Care to elaborate? I’ll tell you my trauma after”
[[ QUICK GET THE CHANCLAS ]]
"I'll abstain." He says, 'My issues are my own, and no one elses. No offense, i'm sure your backstory is very nice."
*AHHHHHHHH*
“Aight, we’ll, someone here’s gonna know about be eventually so why not you” he takes another sip “my parents were killed when I was about 7, or I was kidnapped can’t remember which, probably both knowing my luck, back to the story, I was forced to fight in a tyrant’s arena, I got to choose my weapon, but I was chained to it. Fast forward til I’m 18, officially old enough to no longer be chained to my weapon, which was this trident here. I did my part, killed everyone in the arena like I was supposed to, and then everyone in the stands cheering for death. Among them was the tyrant, I wear his crown and cloak now”
[[ *tries to use telekinesis to set flies on fire* ]]
*CHANNELS APPLE CIDER VINIGAR AND DISH SOAP*
"Huh, edgy." Lucius nods, "And brutal. Sorry you had to go through that."
[[ I’m working on a techno cosplay irl, my mom found a cloak but it’s black and I’m like “grim reaper techno” ]]
“yeah I’m just sorry for the poor souls I was forced to kill, they didn’t even have a chance”
*I'm into cosplay, wish i had the cash for it ;-; *
"Can't tell if thats cocky or super honest."
[[ I dont either but I’m almost there ]]
“I’m not proud of what I’ve done, believe me, they were to skinny to hold a sword properly and my trident had to far a reach”
*Yep, cosplays expensive and hard*
"Hm, interesting," Lucius nods, tapping the table with his fingers absentmindedly
[[ mhm, it’s sad how much it costs, not to mention make up for actually looking like the character, then accessories like weapons/jewelry that the character wears, hhhhhhhhh the list is long ]]
“did you actually want to hear that or were you just being polite” he raises an eyebrow
"I would say a bit of both." He says bluntly, "I find your background tragic, i guess."
“Never really thought about it enough to think about it as tragic I guess, it’s just… normal for me” he orders another coffee “so, why’re you here?”
"Because i walked over." He says, sipping his tea, "If you mean why i came to the tavern, a portal spit me out like a loose tooth."
“huh, when I found out about entropy’s safe zone I couldn’t not come here, this is my chance at peace”
"Ya want peace?" Lucius raises an eyebrow
“Wouldn’t you if you’ve been fighting your whole live”
Clara is laying on the roof, her tome floating nearby, opened to a certain page
Lucius is sitting in the main room, drinking some wine
-Open slot, take your pick-
Ashton is drinking coffee at a line table, they way he’s dressed makes him look like a noble, but his face and trident next to him gives off a different vibe
*Description of Ashton?*
[[ Ashton stands at about 5’8 without his 4 inch platform lace up leather boots. His hair is a grayish pink, like a dying rose, his skin a lighter shade of his hair + orange because it’s still skin. His eyes are a midnight black, like pools of darkness, two tusks, one of which is broken. He has a grayish pink 5o’clock shadow, a horizontal scar across the bridge of his nose, and is wearing a bloody crown. He’s holding a blue, glowing, trident. ]]
*Dang, platform boots? Snazzy as freak* *Also, technoblade?*
Lucius looks at him, walking over, "Hello there."
[[ he got dem fanci shoes ]] [[ I saw the boar shifter what else was I supposed to do ]]
“hello” he sips the coffee
*Have i given you lucius's description?* *Also, yes to both*
"You're quite the unique looking character."
[[ no ]] [[ i wanna make a kenku character who just constantly has crows around him, aka philza dnd ]]
“‘I’m a shifter”
*On it* *Lmao*
"A what?" Lucius asks, raising an eyebrow
(Lucius is a male human. He's about 6'1" with pale skin. He has short blonde hair with red streaks and silver eyes. He's dressed in a rather nice outfit. A pair of jeans, dress shoes, a white button up dress shirt, and a black vest.)
“Descendant of a lycanthrope” he sips his coffee
"I see. That is quite the heratige."
“Yeah, especially considering my mess of a childhood”
"Ah, childhoods are rather... difficult, when you end up in places like this."
“Difficult indeed”
Lucius decides not to pry, ordering tea
“So how was your childhood” this man doesn’t even care if that was an invasive question he just keeps on sippin
"It was..... interesting."
*THE DAMN FLYS ARE BACK*
“Care to elaborate? I’ll tell you my trauma after”
[[ QUICK GET THE CHANCLAS ]]
"I'll abstain." He says, 'My issues are my own, and no one elses. No offense, i'm sure your backstory is very nice."
*AHHHHHHHH*
“Aight, we’ll, someone here’s gonna know about be eventually so why not you” he takes another sip “my parents were killed when I was about 7, or I was kidnapped can’t remember which, probably both knowing my luck, back to the story, I was forced to fight in a tyrant’s arena, I got to choose my weapon, but I was chained to it. Fast forward til I’m 18, officially old enough to no longer be chained to my weapon, which was this trident here. I did my part, killed everyone in the arena like I was supposed to, and then everyone in the stands cheering for death. Among them was the tyrant, I wear his crown and cloak now”
[[ *tries to use telekinesis to set flies on fire* ]]
*CHANNELS APPLE CIDER VINIGAR AND DISH SOAP*
"Huh, edgy." Lucius nods, "And brutal. Sorry you had to go through that."
[[ I’m working on a techno cosplay irl, my mom found a cloak but it’s black and I’m like “grim reaper techno” ]]
“yeah I’m just sorry for the poor souls I was forced to kill, they didn’t even have a chance”
*I'm into cosplay, wish i had the cash for it ;-; *
"Can't tell if thats cocky or super honest."
[[ I dont either but I’m almost there ]]
“I’m not proud of what I’ve done, believe me, they were to skinny to hold a sword properly and my trident had to far a reach”
*Yep, cosplays expensive and hard*
"Hm, interesting," Lucius nods, tapping the table with his fingers absentmindedly
[[ mhm, it’s sad how much it costs, not to mention make up for actually looking like the character, then accessories like weapons/jewelry that the character wears, hhhhhhhhh the list is long ]]
“did you actually want to hear that or were you just being polite” he raises an eyebrow
"I would say a bit of both." He says bluntly, "I find your background tragic, i guess."
“Never really thought about it enough to think about it as tragic I guess, it’s just… normal for me” he orders another coffee “so, why’re you here?”
"Because i walked over." He says, sipping his tea, "If you mean why i came to the tavern, a portal spit me out like a loose tooth."
“huh, when I found out about entropy’s safe zone I couldn’t not come here, this is my chance at peace”
"Ya want peace?" Lucius raises an eyebrow
“Wouldn’t you if you’ve been fighting your whole live”
Clara is laying on the roof, her tome floating nearby, opened to a certain page
Lucius is sitting in the main room, drinking some wine
-Open slot, take your pick-
Ashton is drinking coffee at a line table, they way he’s dressed makes him look like a noble, but his face and trident next to him gives off a different vibe
*Description of Ashton?*
[[ Ashton stands at about 5’8 without his 4 inch platform lace up leather boots. His hair is a grayish pink, like a dying rose, his skin a lighter shade of his hair + orange because it’s still skin. His eyes are a midnight black, like pools of darkness, two tusks, one of which is broken. He has a grayish pink 5o’clock shadow, a horizontal scar across the bridge of his nose, and is wearing a bloody crown. He’s holding a blue, glowing, trident. ]]
*Dang, platform boots? Snazzy as freak* *Also, technoblade?*
Lucius looks at him, walking over, "Hello there."
[[ he got dem fanci shoes ]] [[ I saw the boar shifter what else was I supposed to do ]]
“hello” he sips the coffee
*Have i given you lucius's description?* *Also, yes to both*
"You're quite the unique looking character."
[[ no ]] [[ i wanna make a kenku character who just constantly has crows around him, aka philza dnd ]]
“‘I’m a shifter”
*On it* *Lmao*
"A what?" Lucius asks, raising an eyebrow
(Lucius is a male human. He's about 6'1" with pale skin. He has short blonde hair with red streaks and silver eyes. He's dressed in a rather nice outfit. A pair of jeans, dress shoes, a white button up dress shirt, and a black vest.)
“Descendant of a lycanthrope” he sips his coffee
"I see. That is quite the heratige."
“Yeah, especially considering my mess of a childhood”
"Ah, childhoods are rather... difficult, when you end up in places like this."
“Difficult indeed”
Lucius decides not to pry, ordering tea
“So how was your childhood” this man doesn’t even care if that was an invasive question he just keeps on sippin
"It was..... interesting."
*THE DAMN FLYS ARE BACK*
“Care to elaborate? I’ll tell you my trauma after”
[[ QUICK GET THE CHANCLAS ]]
"I'll abstain." He says, 'My issues are my own, and no one elses. No offense, i'm sure your backstory is very nice."
*AHHHHHHHH*
“Aight, we’ll, someone here’s gonna know about be eventually so why not you” he takes another sip “my parents were killed when I was about 7, or I was kidnapped can’t remember which, probably both knowing my luck, back to the story, I was forced to fight in a tyrant’s arena, I got to choose my weapon, but I was chained to it. Fast forward til I’m 18, officially old enough to no longer be chained to my weapon, which was this trident here. I did my part, killed everyone in the arena like I was supposed to, and then everyone in the stands cheering for death. Among them was the tyrant, I wear his crown and cloak now”
[[ *tries to use telekinesis to set flies on fire* ]]
*CHANNELS APPLE CIDER VINIGAR AND DISH SOAP*
"Huh, edgy." Lucius nods, "And brutal. Sorry you had to go through that."
[[ I’m working on a techno cosplay irl, my mom found a cloak but it’s black and I’m like “grim reaper techno” ]]
“yeah I’m just sorry for the poor souls I was forced to kill, they didn’t even have a chance”
*I'm into cosplay, wish i had the cash for it ;-; *
"Can't tell if thats cocky or super honest."
[[ I dont either but I’m almost there ]]
“I’m not proud of what I’ve done, believe me, they were to skinny to hold a sword properly and my trident had to far a reach”
*Yep, cosplays expensive and hard*
"Hm, interesting," Lucius nods, tapping the table with his fingers absentmindedly
[[ mhm, it’s sad how much it costs, not to mention make up for actually looking like the character, then accessories like weapons/jewelry that the character wears, hhhhhhhhh the list is long ]]
“did you actually want to hear that or were you just being polite” he raises an eyebrow
"I would say a bit of both." He says bluntly, "I find your background tragic, i guess."
“Never really thought about it enough to think about it as tragic I guess, it’s just… normal for me” he orders another coffee “so, why’re you here?”
"Because i walked over." He says, sipping his tea, "If you mean why i came to the tavern, a portal spit me out like a loose tooth."
“huh, when I found out about entropy’s safe zone I couldn’t not come here, this is my chance at peace”
"Ya want peace?" Lucius raises an eyebrow
“Wouldn’t you if you’ve been fighting your whole live”
"Hm, i would guess yes." He says
He sips his new coffee “…so… do you like potatoes?”
Clara is laying on the roof, her tome floating nearby, opened to a certain page
Lucius is sitting in the main room, drinking some wine
-Open slot, take your pick-
Ashton is drinking coffee at a line table, they way he’s dressed makes him look like a noble, but his face and trident next to him gives off a different vibe
*Description of Ashton?*
[[ Ashton stands at about 5’8 without his 4 inch platform lace up leather boots. His hair is a grayish pink, like a dying rose, his skin a lighter shade of his hair + orange because it’s still skin. His eyes are a midnight black, like pools of darkness, two tusks, one of which is broken. He has a grayish pink 5o’clock shadow, a horizontal scar across the bridge of his nose, and is wearing a bloody crown. He’s holding a blue, glowing, trident. ]]
*Dang, platform boots? Snazzy as freak* *Also, technoblade?*
Lucius looks at him, walking over, "Hello there."
[[ he got dem fanci shoes ]] [[ I saw the boar shifter what else was I supposed to do ]]
“hello” he sips the coffee
*Have i given you lucius's description?* *Also, yes to both*
"You're quite the unique looking character."
[[ no ]] [[ i wanna make a kenku character who just constantly has crows around him, aka philza dnd ]]
“‘I’m a shifter”
*On it* *Lmao*
"A what?" Lucius asks, raising an eyebrow
(Lucius is a male human. He's about 6'1" with pale skin. He has short blonde hair with red streaks and silver eyes. He's dressed in a rather nice outfit. A pair of jeans, dress shoes, a white button up dress shirt, and a black vest.)
“Descendant of a lycanthrope” he sips his coffee
"I see. That is quite the heratige."
“Yeah, especially considering my mess of a childhood”
"Ah, childhoods are rather... difficult, when you end up in places like this."
“Difficult indeed”
Lucius decides not to pry, ordering tea
“So how was your childhood” this man doesn’t even care if that was an invasive question he just keeps on sippin
"It was..... interesting."
*THE DAMN FLYS ARE BACK*
“Care to elaborate? I’ll tell you my trauma after”
[[ QUICK GET THE CHANCLAS ]]
"I'll abstain." He says, 'My issues are my own, and no one elses. No offense, i'm sure your backstory is very nice."
*AHHHHHHHH*
“Aight, we’ll, someone here’s gonna know about be eventually so why not you” he takes another sip “my parents were killed when I was about 7, or I was kidnapped can’t remember which, probably both knowing my luck, back to the story, I was forced to fight in a tyrant’s arena, I got to choose my weapon, but I was chained to it. Fast forward til I’m 18, officially old enough to no longer be chained to my weapon, which was this trident here. I did my part, killed everyone in the arena like I was supposed to, and then everyone in the stands cheering for death. Among them was the tyrant, I wear his crown and cloak now”
[[ *tries to use telekinesis to set flies on fire* ]]
*CHANNELS APPLE CIDER VINIGAR AND DISH SOAP*
"Huh, edgy." Lucius nods, "And brutal. Sorry you had to go through that."
[[ I’m working on a techno cosplay irl, my mom found a cloak but it’s black and I’m like “grim reaper techno” ]]
“yeah I’m just sorry for the poor souls I was forced to kill, they didn’t even have a chance”
*I'm into cosplay, wish i had the cash for it ;-; *
"Can't tell if thats cocky or super honest."
[[ I dont either but I’m almost there ]]
“I’m not proud of what I’ve done, believe me, they were to skinny to hold a sword properly and my trident had to far a reach”
*Yep, cosplays expensive and hard*
"Hm, interesting," Lucius nods, tapping the table with his fingers absentmindedly
[[ mhm, it’s sad how much it costs, not to mention make up for actually looking like the character, then accessories like weapons/jewelry that the character wears, hhhhhhhhh the list is long ]]
“did you actually want to hear that or were you just being polite” he raises an eyebrow
"I would say a bit of both." He says bluntly, "I find your background tragic, i guess."
“Never really thought about it enough to think about it as tragic I guess, it’s just… normal for me” he orders another coffee “so, why’re you here?”
"Because i walked over." He says, sipping his tea, "If you mean why i came to the tavern, a portal spit me out like a loose tooth."
“huh, when I found out about entropy’s safe zone I couldn’t not come here, this is my chance at peace”
"Ya want peace?" Lucius raises an eyebrow
“Wouldn’t you if you’ve been fighting your whole live”
"Hm, i would guess yes." He says
He sips his new coffee “…so… do you like potatoes?”
[[ these two are totally gonna be friends ]]
*Wait till he meets claus, the chaos and anarchy will ramp up like hell*
Clara is laying on the roof, her tome floating nearby, opened to a certain page
Lucius is sitting in the main room, drinking some wine
-Open slot, take your pick-
Ashton is drinking coffee at a line table, they way he’s dressed makes him look like a noble, but his face and trident next to him gives off a different vibe
*Description of Ashton?*
[[ Ashton stands at about 5’8 without his 4 inch platform lace up leather boots. His hair is a grayish pink, like a dying rose, his skin a lighter shade of his hair + orange because it’s still skin. His eyes are a midnight black, like pools of darkness, two tusks, one of which is broken. He has a grayish pink 5o’clock shadow, a horizontal scar across the bridge of his nose, and is wearing a bloody crown. He’s holding a blue, glowing, trident. ]]
*Dang, platform boots? Snazzy as freak* *Also, technoblade?*
Lucius looks at him, walking over, "Hello there."
[[ he got dem fanci shoes ]] [[ I saw the boar shifter what else was I supposed to do ]]
“hello” he sips the coffee
*Have i given you lucius's description?* *Also, yes to both*
"You're quite the unique looking character."
[[ no ]] [[ i wanna make a kenku character who just constantly has crows around him, aka philza dnd ]]
“‘I’m a shifter”
*On it* *Lmao*
"A what?" Lucius asks, raising an eyebrow
(Lucius is a male human. He's about 6'1" with pale skin. He has short blonde hair with red streaks and silver eyes. He's dressed in a rather nice outfit. A pair of jeans, dress shoes, a white button up dress shirt, and a black vest.)
“Descendant of a lycanthrope” he sips his coffee
"I see. That is quite the heratige."
“Yeah, especially considering my mess of a childhood”
"Ah, childhoods are rather... difficult, when you end up in places like this."
“Difficult indeed”
Lucius decides not to pry, ordering tea
“So how was your childhood” this man doesn’t even care if that was an invasive question he just keeps on sippin
"It was..... interesting."
*THE DAMN FLYS ARE BACK*
“Care to elaborate? I’ll tell you my trauma after”
[[ QUICK GET THE CHANCLAS ]]
"I'll abstain." He says, 'My issues are my own, and no one elses. No offense, i'm sure your backstory is very nice."
*AHHHHHHHH*
“Aight, we’ll, someone here’s gonna know about be eventually so why not you” he takes another sip “my parents were killed when I was about 7, or I was kidnapped can’t remember which, probably both knowing my luck, back to the story, I was forced to fight in a tyrant’s arena, I got to choose my weapon, but I was chained to it. Fast forward til I’m 18, officially old enough to no longer be chained to my weapon, which was this trident here. I did my part, killed everyone in the arena like I was supposed to, and then everyone in the stands cheering for death. Among them was the tyrant, I wear his crown and cloak now”
[[ *tries to use telekinesis to set flies on fire* ]]
*CHANNELS APPLE CIDER VINIGAR AND DISH SOAP*
"Huh, edgy." Lucius nods, "And brutal. Sorry you had to go through that."
[[ I’m working on a techno cosplay irl, my mom found a cloak but it’s black and I’m like “grim reaper techno” ]]
“yeah I’m just sorry for the poor souls I was forced to kill, they didn’t even have a chance”
*I'm into cosplay, wish i had the cash for it ;-; *
"Can't tell if thats cocky or super honest."
[[ I dont either but I’m almost there ]]
“I’m not proud of what I’ve done, believe me, they were to skinny to hold a sword properly and my trident had to far a reach”
*Yep, cosplays expensive and hard*
"Hm, interesting," Lucius nods, tapping the table with his fingers absentmindedly
[[ mhm, it’s sad how much it costs, not to mention make up for actually looking like the character, then accessories like weapons/jewelry that the character wears, hhhhhhhhh the list is long ]]
“did you actually want to hear that or were you just being polite” he raises an eyebrow
"I would say a bit of both." He says bluntly, "I find your background tragic, i guess."
“Never really thought about it enough to think about it as tragic I guess, it’s just… normal for me” he orders another coffee “so, why’re you here?”
"Because i walked over." He says, sipping his tea, "If you mean why i came to the tavern, a portal spit me out like a loose tooth."
“huh, when I found out about entropy’s safe zone I couldn’t not come here, this is my chance at peace”
"Ya want peace?" Lucius raises an eyebrow
“Wouldn’t you if you’ve been fighting your whole live”
"Hm, i would guess yes." He says
He sips his new coffee “…so… do you like potatoes?”
[[ these two are totally gonna be friends ]]
*Wait till he meets claus, the chaos and anarchy will ramp up like hell*
"I would say a bit of both." He says bluntly, "I find your background tragic, i guess."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
“Never really thought about it enough to think about it as tragic I guess, it’s just… normal for me” he orders another coffee “so, why’re you here?”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"Because i walked over." He says, sipping his tea, "If you mean why i came to the tavern, a portal spit me out like a loose tooth."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
“huh, when I found out about entropy’s safe zone I couldn’t not come here, this is my chance at peace”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"Ya want peace?" Lucius raises an eyebrow
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
“Wouldn’t you if you’ve been fighting your whole live”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"Hm, i would guess yes." He says
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
He sips his new coffee “…so… do you like potatoes?”
[[ these two are totally gonna be friends ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*-yawn- oh boy did you know sleep feels good? lol, anyways I'm up & got Lagtrain stuck in my head so let's rp. if yall are on.*
Rax is still slightly getting a hold of himself after yesterday's event, just having some water at a table.
Laci is leaning in the rafters, observing those below while flipping his coin.
<slot open>
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*oh yeah it's tomorrow so I don't need to have my pfp a bagel anymore alaric! >:D*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Rune is reading
webb is in the rafters in spider form [[ blue tarantula ]]
[open slot]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
[[ I has a pfpikachu ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*Wait till he meets claus, the chaos and anarchy will ramp up like hell*
"I guess i do. Mashed potatoes are good."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
* >:O*
*I WILL DEMOLISH-*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*[1gp]ing adorable*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*No.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
[[ Anarchy! HEHEHEHE ]]
“have you ever tried fried potatoes?”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
[[ my lil sis has that same hairstyle as your pfp :] ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
Laci looks over at it & mouths to himself, 'oh great there's pests here'
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Yes*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND