Intro: A heavily covered young man enters the tavern. They look to be somewhat human, though they look like they're on the brink of death. Their skin is extremely pale and their sunken gray eyes peek past messy black hair. They wear an interesting outfit, being a full bodysuit that covers from neck to toe, along with boots and gloves. On their face they wear the botton half of a gas mask, the part that would cover their eyes seeming to have been either removed or broken. The mask is made of a clear tinted plastic like material, along with two vent-like parts on either side, a filter covered by a wire mesh. Over their bodysuit they wear an overcoat made out of some sort of leather, though its not sure what type of leather its made of, along with a couple pouches on belts. They let out a small cough, heading to a table, a bit hunched over as if they're in constant discomfort.
Intro: A heavily covered young man enters the tavern. They look to be somewhat human, though they look like they're on the brink of death. Their skin is extremely pale and their sunken gray eyes peek past messy black hair. They wear an interesting outfit, being a full bodysuit that covers from neck to toe, along with boots and gloves. On their face they wear the botton half of a gas mask, the part that would cover their eyes seeming to have been either removed or broken. The mask is made of a clear tinted plastic like material, along with two vent-like parts on either side, a filter covered by a wire mesh. Over their bodysuit they wear an overcoat made out of some sort of leather, though its not sure what type of leather its made of, along with a couple pouches on belts. They let out a small cough, heading to a table, a bit hunched over as if they're in constant discomfort.
Lysander waves, looking over worried
He gives a slight wave back
"You need healing?"
"No, i don't think i'm injured."
"Mmm... May I have a name?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Intro: A heavily covered young man enters the tavern. They look to be somewhat human, though they look like they're on the brink of death. Their skin is extremely pale and their sunken gray eyes peek past messy black hair. They wear an interesting outfit, being a full bodysuit that covers from neck to toe, along with boots and gloves. On their face they wear the botton half of a gas mask, the part that would cover their eyes seeming to have been either removed or broken. The mask is made of a clear tinted plastic like material, along with two vent-like parts on either side, a filter covered by a wire mesh. Over their bodysuit they wear an overcoat made out of some sort of leather, though its not sure what type of leather its made of, along with a couple pouches on belts. They let out a small cough, heading to a table, a bit hunched over as if they're in constant discomfort.
Intro: A heavily covered young man enters the tavern. They look to be somewhat human, though they look like they're on the brink of death. Their skin is extremely pale and their sunken gray eyes peek past messy black hair. They wear an interesting outfit, being a full bodysuit that covers from neck to toe, along with boots and gloves. On their face they wear the botton half of a gas mask, the part that would cover their eyes seeming to have been either removed or broken. The mask is made of a clear tinted plastic like material, along with two vent-like parts on either side, a filter covered by a wire mesh. Over their bodysuit they wear an overcoat made out of some sort of leather, though its not sure what type of leather its made of, along with a couple pouches on belts. They let out a small cough, heading to a table, a bit hunched over as if they're in constant discomfort.
Lysander waves, looking over worried
He gives a slight wave back
"You need healing?"
"No, i don't think i'm injured."
"Mmm... May I have a name?"
"Names Laren"
"Nice to meet you. I'm Lysander." He says, offering a hand
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Intro: A heavily covered young man enters the tavern. They look to be somewhat human, though they look like they're on the brink of death. Their skin is extremely pale and their sunken gray eyes peek past messy black hair. They wear an interesting outfit, being a full bodysuit that covers from neck to toe, along with boots and gloves. On their face they wear the botton half of a gas mask, the part that would cover their eyes seeming to have been either removed or broken. The mask is made of a clear tinted plastic like material, along with two vent-like parts on either side, a filter covered by a wire mesh. Over their bodysuit they wear an overcoat made out of some sort of leather, though its not sure what type of leather its made of, along with a couple pouches on belts. They let out a small cough, heading to a table, a bit hunched over as if they're in constant discomfort.
Lysander waves, looking over worried
He gives a slight wave back
"You need healing?"
"No, i don't think i'm injured."
"Mmm... May I have a name?"
"Names Laren"
"Nice to meet you. I'm Lysander." He says, offering a hand
Intro: A heavily covered young man enters the tavern. They look to be somewhat human, though they look like they're on the brink of death. Their skin is extremely pale and their sunken gray eyes peek past messy black hair. They wear an interesting outfit, being a full bodysuit that covers from neck to toe, along with boots and gloves. On their face they wear the botton half of a gas mask, the part that would cover their eyes seeming to have been either removed or broken. The mask is made of a clear tinted plastic like material, along with two vent-like parts on either side, a filter covered by a wire mesh. Over their bodysuit they wear an overcoat made out of some sort of leather, though its not sure what type of leather its made of, along with a couple pouches on belts. They let out a small cough, heading to a table, a bit hunched over as if they're in constant discomfort.
Lysander waves, looking over worried
He gives a slight wave back
"You need healing?"
"No, i don't think i'm injured."
"Mmm... May I have a name?"
"Names Laren"
"Nice to meet you. I'm Lysander." He says, offering a hand
They nod, looking down at his hand for a moment
"Don't like shaking hands?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Intro: A heavily covered young man enters the tavern. They look to be somewhat human, though they look like they're on the brink of death. Their skin is extremely pale and their sunken gray eyes peek past messy black hair. They wear an interesting outfit, being a full bodysuit that covers from neck to toe, along with boots and gloves. On their face they wear the botton half of a gas mask, the part that would cover their eyes seeming to have been either removed or broken. The mask is made of a clear tinted plastic like material, along with two vent-like parts on either side, a filter covered by a wire mesh. Over their bodysuit they wear an overcoat made out of some sort of leather, though its not sure what type of leather its made of, along with a couple pouches on belts. They let out a small cough, heading to a table, a bit hunched over as if they're in constant discomfort.
Lysander waves, looking over worried
He gives a slight wave back
"You need healing?"
"No, i don't think i'm injured."
"Mmm... May I have a name?"
"Names Laren"
"Nice to meet you. I'm Lysander." He says, offering a hand
Intro: A heavily covered young man enters the tavern. They look to be somewhat human, though they look like they're on the brink of death. Their skin is extremely pale and their sunken gray eyes peek past messy black hair. They wear an interesting outfit, being a full bodysuit that covers from neck to toe, along with boots and gloves. On their face they wear the botton half of a gas mask, the part that would cover their eyes seeming to have been either removed or broken. The mask is made of a clear tinted plastic like material, along with two vent-like parts on either side, a filter covered by a wire mesh. Over their bodysuit they wear an overcoat made out of some sort of leather, though its not sure what type of leather its made of, along with a couple pouches on belts. They let out a small cough, heading to a table, a bit hunched over as if they're in constant discomfort.
Lysander waves, looking over worried
He gives a slight wave back
"You need healing?"
"No, i don't think i'm injured."
"Mmm... May I have a name?"
"Names Laren"
"Nice to meet you. I'm Lysander." He says, offering a hand
They nod, looking down at his hand for a moment
"Don't like shaking hands?"
"Not.... really a touchy person."
"I see. Any hobbies?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Intro: A heavily covered young man enters the tavern. They look to be somewhat human, though they look like they're on the brink of death. Their skin is extremely pale and their sunken gray eyes peek past messy black hair. They wear an interesting outfit, being a full bodysuit that covers from neck to toe, along with boots and gloves. On their face they wear the botton half of a gas mask, the part that would cover their eyes seeming to have been either removed or broken. The mask is made of a clear tinted plastic like material, along with two vent-like parts on either side, a filter covered by a wire mesh. Over their bodysuit they wear an overcoat made out of some sort of leather, though its not sure what type of leather its made of, along with a couple pouches on belts. They let out a small cough, heading to a table, a bit hunched over as if they're in constant discomfort.
Lysander waves, looking over worried
He gives a slight wave back
"You need healing?"
"No, i don't think i'm injured."
"Mmm... May I have a name?"
"Names Laren"
"Nice to meet you. I'm Lysander." He says, offering a hand
Intro: A heavily covered young man enters the tavern. They look to be somewhat human, though they look like they're on the brink of death. Their skin is extremely pale and their sunken gray eyes peek past messy black hair. They wear an interesting outfit, being a full bodysuit that covers from neck to toe, along with boots and gloves. On their face they wear the botton half of a gas mask, the part that would cover their eyes seeming to have been either removed or broken. The mask is made of a clear tinted plastic like material, along with two vent-like parts on either side, a filter covered by a wire mesh. Over their bodysuit they wear an overcoat made out of some sort of leather, though its not sure what type of leather its made of, along with a couple pouches on belts. They let out a small cough, heading to a table, a bit hunched over as if they're in constant discomfort.
Lysander waves, looking over worried
He gives a slight wave back
"You need healing?"
"No, i don't think i'm injured."
"Mmm... May I have a name?"
"Names Laren"
"Nice to meet you. I'm Lysander." He says, offering a hand
They nod, looking down at his hand for a moment
"Don't like shaking hands?"
"Not.... really a touchy person."
"I see. Any hobbies?"
"Hm, i like wood carving sometimes."
"Cool, is that your profession?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Intro: A heavily covered young man enters the tavern. They look to be somewhat human, though they look like they're on the brink of death. Their skin is extremely pale and their sunken gray eyes peek past messy black hair. They wear an interesting outfit, being a full bodysuit that covers from neck to toe, along with boots and gloves. On their face they wear the botton half of a gas mask, the part that would cover their eyes seeming to have been either removed or broken. The mask is made of a clear tinted plastic like material, along with two vent-like parts on either side, a filter covered by a wire mesh. Over their bodysuit they wear an overcoat made out of some sort of leather, though its not sure what type of leather its made of, along with a couple pouches on belts. They let out a small cough, heading to a table, a bit hunched over as if they're in constant discomfort.
Lysander waves, looking over worried
He gives a slight wave back
"You need healing?"
"No, i don't think i'm injured."
"Mmm... May I have a name?"
"Names Laren"
"Nice to meet you. I'm Lysander." He says, offering a hand
Intro: A heavily covered young man enters the tavern. They look to be somewhat human, though they look like they're on the brink of death. Their skin is extremely pale and their sunken gray eyes peek past messy black hair. They wear an interesting outfit, being a full bodysuit that covers from neck to toe, along with boots and gloves. On their face they wear the botton half of a gas mask, the part that would cover their eyes seeming to have been either removed or broken. The mask is made of a clear tinted plastic like material, along with two vent-like parts on either side, a filter covered by a wire mesh. Over their bodysuit they wear an overcoat made out of some sort of leather, though its not sure what type of leather its made of, along with a couple pouches on belts. They let out a small cough, heading to a table, a bit hunched over as if they're in constant discomfort.
Lysander waves, looking over worried
He gives a slight wave back
"You need healing?"
"No, i don't think i'm injured."
"Mmm... May I have a name?"
"Names Laren"
"Nice to meet you. I'm Lysander." He says, offering a hand
They nod, looking down at his hand for a moment
"Don't like shaking hands?"
"Not.... really a touchy person."
"I see. Any hobbies?"
"Hm, i like wood carving sometimes."
"Cool, is that your profession?"
"no."
"What is it?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Intro: A heavily covered young man enters the tavern. They look to be somewhat human, though they look like they're on the brink of death. Their skin is extremely pale and their sunken gray eyes peek past messy black hair. They wear an interesting outfit, being a full bodysuit that covers from neck to toe, along with boots and gloves. On their face they wear the botton half of a gas mask, the part that would cover their eyes seeming to have been either removed or broken. The mask is made of a clear tinted plastic like material, along with two vent-like parts on either side, a filter covered by a wire mesh. Over their bodysuit they wear an overcoat made out of some sort of leather, though its not sure what type of leather its made of, along with a couple pouches on belts. They let out a small cough, heading to a table, a bit hunched over as if they're in constant discomfort.
Lysander waves, looking over worried
He gives a slight wave back
"You need healing?"
"No, i don't think i'm injured."
"Mmm... May I have a name?"
"Names Laren"
"Nice to meet you. I'm Lysander." He says, offering a hand
Intro: A heavily covered young man enters the tavern. They look to be somewhat human, though they look like they're on the brink of death. Their skin is extremely pale and their sunken gray eyes peek past messy black hair. They wear an interesting outfit, being a full bodysuit that covers from neck to toe, along with boots and gloves. On their face they wear the botton half of a gas mask, the part that would cover their eyes seeming to have been either removed or broken. The mask is made of a clear tinted plastic like material, along with two vent-like parts on either side, a filter covered by a wire mesh. Over their bodysuit they wear an overcoat made out of some sort of leather, though its not sure what type of leather its made of, along with a couple pouches on belts. They let out a small cough, heading to a table, a bit hunched over as if they're in constant discomfort.
Cal runs over, looking worried. "Do you need help?! Are you ok? Are you infected?"
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
Intro: A heavily covered young man enters the tavern. They look to be somewhat human, though they look like they're on the brink of death. Their skin is extremely pale and their sunken gray eyes peek past messy black hair. They wear an interesting outfit, being a full bodysuit that covers from neck to toe, along with boots and gloves. On their face they wear the botton half of a gas mask, the part that would cover their eyes seeming to have been either removed or broken. The mask is made of a clear tinted plastic like material, along with two vent-like parts on either side, a filter covered by a wire mesh. Over their bodysuit they wear an overcoat made out of some sort of leather, though its not sure what type of leather its made of, along with a couple pouches on belts. They let out a small cough, heading to a table, a bit hunched over as if they're in constant discomfort.
Cal runs over, looking worried. "Do you need help?! Are you ok? Are you infected?"
"U-um... I'm alright. i'm not infected with anything."
*Sheesh, it's quiet. Perfect time for something unusual. But I have nothing unusual so you can have this instead.*
The door slams open and a pair of cracked leather boots clinks over to the bar. Scuffed and tattered, they are attached (as boots often are) to a pair of legs, clad in worn cargo trousers with a belt slung low from the hips. This is where the description gets a little less usual, as from the belt hangs a selection of handaxes and knives enough to make an armourer blush. Furthermore, each blade is carved from a piece of bone or a fang, from white ivory daggers to bleached yellow hatchets. The legs attached themselves to a torso, class in a shirt that must once have been white. Now it's more cream and brown, dust and wear scratching little holes and staining the fabric considerably. Over this, a leather jacket, weathered and broken in by years of use covers the woman's forearms and keep off the worst of the horseflies in the summer heat. A necklace strung with fangs and claws hangs from her neck, which is sun-kissed from years of labour outdoors. Over her back is slung a package filled with all her worldly possessions and a long thin bundle has been wrapped in linen cloth in place just above the sack. As for her face? Thin hard lips, weathered features and grey eyes that have seen more than most dare to dream of.
*Sheesh, it's quiet. Perfect time for something unusual. But I have nothing unusual so you can have this instead.*
The door slams open and a pair of cracked leather boots clinks over to the bar. Scuffed and tattered, they are attached (as boots often are) to a pair of legs, clad in worn cargo trousers with a belt slung low from the hips. This is where the description gets a little less usual, as from the belt hangs a selection of handaxes and knives enough to make an armourer blush. Furthermore, each blade is carved from a piece of bone or a fang, from white ivory daggers to bleached yellow hatchets. The legs attached themselves to a torso, class in a shirt that must once have been white. Now it's more cream and brown, dust and wear scratching little holes and staining the fabric considerably. Over this, a leather jacket, weathered and broken in by years of use covers the woman's forearms and keep off the worst of the horseflies in the summer heat. A necklace strung with fangs and claws hangs from her neck, which is sun-kissed from years of labour outdoors. Over her back is slung a package filled with all her worldly possessions and a long thin bundle has been wrapped in linen cloth in place just above the sack. As for her face? Thin hard lips, weathered features and grey eyes that have seen more than most dare to dream of.
*i introd someone if ya want to mess with them*
Laren, my new character, look over at them as they come in
Intro: A heavily covered young man enters the tavern. They look to be somewhat human, though they look like they're on the brink of death. Their skin is extremely pale and their sunken gray eyes peek past messy black hair. They wear an interesting outfit, being a full bodysuit that covers from neck to toe, along with boots and gloves. On their face they wear the botton half of a gas mask, the part that would cover their eyes seeming to have been either removed or broken. The mask is made of a clear tinted plastic like material, along with two vent-like parts on either side, a filter covered by a wire mesh. Over their bodysuit they wear an overcoat made out of some sort of leather, though its not sure what type of leather its made of, along with a couple pouches on belts. They let out a small cough, heading to a table, a bit hunched over as if they're in constant discomfort.
Lysander waves, looking over worried
He gives a slight wave back
"You need healing?"
"No, i don't think i'm injured."
"Mmm... May I have a name?"
"Names Laren"
"Nice to meet you. I'm Lysander." He says, offering a hand
They nod, looking down at his hand for a moment
"Don't like shaking hands?"
"Not.... really a touchy person."
"I see. Any hobbies?"
"Hm, i like wood carving sometimes."
"Cool, is that your profession?"
"no."
"What is it?"
"Thats not really your business, is it?"
"No, but I would love to hear it. I might hire you for something."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
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"No, i don't think i'm injured."
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
"Mmm... May I have a name?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Names Laren"
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
"Nice to meet you. I'm Lysander." He says, offering a hand
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
They nod, looking down at his hand for a moment
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
"Don't like shaking hands?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Not.... really a touchy person."
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
"I see. Any hobbies?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Hm, i like wood carving sometimes."
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
"Cool, is that your profession?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"no."
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
"What is it?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Thats not really your business, is it?"
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
Cal runs over, looking worried. "Do you need help?! Are you ok? Are you infected?"
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*You know my actives*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
"U-um... I'm alright. i'm not infected with anything."
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
*Sheesh, it's quiet. Perfect time for something unusual. But I have nothing unusual so you can have this instead.*
The door slams open and a pair of cracked leather boots clinks over to the bar. Scuffed and tattered, they are attached (as boots often are) to a pair of legs, clad in worn cargo trousers with a belt slung low from the hips. This is where the description gets a little less usual, as from the belt hangs a selection of handaxes and knives enough to make an armourer blush. Furthermore, each blade is carved from a piece of bone or a fang, from white ivory daggers to bleached yellow hatchets. The legs attached themselves to a torso, class in a shirt that must once have been white. Now it's more cream and brown, dust and wear scratching little holes and staining the fabric considerably. Over this, a leather jacket, weathered and broken in by years of use covers the woman's forearms and keep off the worst of the horseflies in the summer heat. A necklace strung with fangs and claws hangs from her neck, which is sun-kissed from years of labour outdoors. Over her back is slung a package filled with all her worldly possessions and a long thin bundle has been wrapped in linen cloth in place just above the sack. As for her face? Thin hard lips, weathered features and grey eyes that have seen more than most dare to dream of.
Chilling kinda vibe.
*i introd someone if ya want to mess with them*
Laren, my new character, look over at them as they come in
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
She stares at his deathly physique and remains a healthy distance, pulling a bandanna up over her mouth and nose as she orders a glass of whiskey.
Chilling kinda vibe.
"No, but I would love to hear it. I might hire you for something."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now