A 6'3 figure walks in. He has Short auburn hair, Crimson eyes that burn with intention, and VERY pale skin. He wears a beige trench coat, a black, button-up shirt, a black vest, black thick trousers, leather shoes, and black gloves. A half lit cigarette hangs out of his pale lips. As he walks, he seems to have no shadow following him...
He sits down at a table and pulls out a pack of jet black cards. He begins placing them in intricate patterns on his table.
*Well uh Thirteen the sun elf wizard is in the Dark Forest in great pain from fighting with a dragonnel, and Tevelin the aaracokra bard is playing her dulcimer..*
*Well uh Thirteen the sun elf wizard is in the Dark Forest in great pain from fighting with a dragonnel, and Tevelin the aaracokra bard is playing her dulcimer..*
Sable is messing with his cards and a hiding humanity at this moment. He puts up his coat's hood to avoid the morning sunlight.
Adder came back inside, half of his white skin now burned with ash and coal. He chuckles to himself, holding a baby bunny that, surprisingly, still alive.
Jackson is still asleep on the couch in the library. His sword not to far from him.
Sable is messing with his cards and a hiding humanity at this moment. He puts up his coat's hood to avoid the morning sunlight.
Adder came back inside, half of his white skin now burned with ash and coal. He chuckles to himself, holding a baby bunny that, surprisingly, still alive.
Jackson is still asleep on the couch in the library. His sword not to far from him.
Sable is messing with his cards and a hiding humanity at this moment. He puts up his coat's hood to avoid the morning sunlight.
Adder came back inside, half of his white skin now burned with ash and coal. He chuckles to himself, holding a baby bunny that, surprisingly, still alive.
Jackson is still asleep on the couch in the library. His sword not to far from him.
*SOMEONE SAVE THIRTEEN HE'S GONNA BLEED OUT!!!*
Sable, spelling the scent of blood, looked around before peering out the doorway he had just came in. He stood up and pocketed his cards quickly. He walked through the dark forest, following the scent of blood till he found Thirteen lying there.
Sable is messing with his cards and a hiding humanity at this moment. He puts up his coat's hood to avoid the morning sunlight.
Adder came back inside, half of his white skin now burned with ash and coal. He chuckles to himself, holding a baby bunny that, surprisingly, still alive.
Jackson is still asleep on the couch in the library. His sword not to far from him.
*SOMEONE SAVE THIRTEEN HE'S GONNA BLEED OUT!!!*
Sable, spelling the scent of blood, looked around before peering out the doorway he had just came in. He stood up and pocketed his cards quickly. He walked through the dark forest, following the scent of blood till he found Thirteen lying there.
Thirteen groans. He seems to be having a nightmare. "n...no..." he weakly groans.
Sable is messing with his cards and a hiding humanity at this moment. He puts up his coat's hood to avoid the morning sunlight.
Adder came back inside, half of his white skin now burned with ash and coal. He chuckles to himself, holding a baby bunny that, surprisingly, still alive.
Jackson is still asleep on the couch in the library. His sword not to far from him.
*SOMEONE SAVE THIRTEEN HE'S GONNA BLEED OUT!!!*
Sable, spelling the scent of blood, looked around before peering out the doorway he had just came in. He stood up and pocketed his cards quickly. He walked through the dark forest, following the scent of blood till he found Thirteen lying there.
Thirteen groans. He seems to be having a nightmare. "n...no..." he weakly groans.
Sable blows a stream of smoke out of his mouth, flicking his cigarette butt elsewhere. He sniffs the body "you don't smell like you've been hurt long." He said. He almost considered getting one of his vials to fill up on blood but he knew better. He picked thirteen up and slung him over his shoulder. He chuckled "just like how I found my wife dead." He muttered to himself.
*Hi, Mask! Just a bit of advice, please quote people you are talking too so that they can know for 100 %. Also, please specify which character your character is talking to. That's all. :P*
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Sable is messing with his cards and a hiding humanity at this moment. He puts up his coat's hood to avoid the morning sunlight.
Adder came back inside, half of his white skin now burned with ash and coal. He chuckles to himself, holding a baby bunny that, surprisingly, still alive.
Jackson is still asleep on the couch in the library. His sword not to far from him.
*SOMEONE SAVE THIRTEEN HE'S GONNA BLEED OUT!!!*
Sable, spelling the scent of blood, looked around before peering out the doorway he had just came in. He stood up and pocketed his cards quickly. He walked through the dark forest, following the scent of blood till he found Thirteen lying there.
Thirteen groans. He seems to be having a nightmare. "n...no..." he weakly groans.
Sable blows a stream of smoke out of his mouth, flicking his cigarette butt elsewhere. He sniffs the body "you don't smell like you've been hurt long." He said. He almost considered getting one of his vials to fill up on blood but he knew better. He picked thirteen up and slung him over his shoulder. He chuckled "just like how I found my wife dead." He muttered to himself.
Thirteen isn't fatally wounded, but he is in great pain. The nightmare continues. "I... I didn't want... stop..."
Sable is messing with his cards and a hiding humanity at this moment. He puts up his coat's hood to avoid the morning sunlight.
Adder came back inside, half of his white skin now burned with ash and coal. He chuckles to himself, holding a baby bunny that, surprisingly, still alive.
Jackson is still asleep on the couch in the library. His sword not to far from him.
*SOMEONE SAVE THIRTEEN HE'S GONNA BLEED OUT!!!*
Sable, spelling the scent of blood, looked around before peering out the doorway he had just came in. He stood up and pocketed his cards quickly. He walked through the dark forest, following the scent of blood till he found Thirteen lying there.
Thirteen groans. He seems to be having a nightmare. "n...no..." he weakly groans.
Sable blows a stream of smoke out of his mouth, flicking his cigarette butt elsewhere. He sniffs the body "you don't smell like you've been hurt long." He said. He almost considered getting one of his vials to fill up on blood but he knew better. He picked thirteen up and slung him over his shoulder. He chuckled "just like how I found my wife dead." He muttered to himself.
Thirteen isn't fatally wounded, but he is in great pain. The nightmare continues. "I... I didn't want... stop..."
"Stop talking to yourself, its sounds tragic" he said. His tired crimson eyes kept themselves focused on the path ahead.
Sable is messing with his cards and a hiding humanity at this moment. He puts up his coat's hood to avoid the morning sunlight.
Adder came back inside, half of his white skin now burned with ash and coal. He chuckles to himself, holding a baby bunny that, surprisingly, still alive.
Jackson is still asleep on the couch in the library. His sword not to far from him.
*SOMEONE SAVE THIRTEEN HE'S GONNA BLEED OUT!!!*
Sable, spelling the scent of blood, looked around before peering out the doorway he had just came in. He stood up and pocketed his cards quickly. He walked through the dark forest, following the scent of blood till he found Thirteen lying there.
Thirteen groans. He seems to be having a nightmare. "n...no..." he weakly groans.
Sable blows a stream of smoke out of his mouth, flicking his cigarette butt elsewhere. He sniffs the body "you don't smell like you've been hurt long." He said. He almost considered getting one of his vials to fill up on blood but he knew better. He picked thirteen up and slung him over his shoulder. He chuckled "just like how I found my wife dead." He muttered to himself.
Thirteen isn't fatally wounded, but he is in great pain. The nightmare continues. "I... I didn't want... stop..."
"Stop talking to yourself, its sounds tragic" he said. His tired crimson eyes kept themselves focused on the path ahead.
"...Okay..." Now Thirteen seems to be waking up, dimly aware of his surroundings.
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)
Sable is messing with his cards and a hiding humanity at this moment. He puts up his coat's hood to avoid the morning sunlight.
Adder came back inside, half of his white skin now burned with ash and coal. He chuckles to himself, holding a baby bunny that, surprisingly, still alive.
Jackson is still asleep on the couch in the library. His sword not to far from him.
*SOMEONE SAVE THIRTEEN HE'S GONNA BLEED OUT!!!*
Sable, spelling the scent of blood, looked around before peering out the doorway he had just came in. He stood up and pocketed his cards quickly. He walked through the dark forest, following the scent of blood till he found Thirteen lying there.
Thirteen groans. He seems to be having a nightmare. "n...no..." he weakly groans.
Sable blows a stream of smoke out of his mouth, flicking his cigarette butt elsewhere. He sniffs the body "you don't smell like you've been hurt long." He said. He almost considered getting one of his vials to fill up on blood but he knew better. He picked thirteen up and slung him over his shoulder. He chuckled "just like how I found my wife dead." He muttered to himself.
Thirteen isn't fatally wounded, but he is in great pain. The nightmare continues. "I... I didn't want... stop..."
"Stop talking to yourself, its sounds tragic" he said. His tired crimson eyes kept themselves focused on the path ahead.
"...Okay..." Now Thirteen seems to be waking up, dimly aware of his surroundings.
"Good" he said. Thirteen saw a rather dashing man with short auburn hair, dark crimson eyes, and pale skin. He smirked at thirteen "What's your name my fellow?"
*Nope.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Well uh Thirteen the sun elf wizard is in the Dark Forest in great pain from fighting with a dragonnel, and Tevelin the aaracokra bard is playing her dulcimer..*
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
*So which one?*
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
Sable is messing with his cards and a hiding humanity at this moment. He puts up his coat's hood to avoid the morning sunlight.
Adder came back inside, half of his white skin now burned with ash and coal. He chuckles to himself, holding a baby bunny that, surprisingly, still alive.
Jackson is still asleep on the couch in the library. His sword not to far from him.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*SOMEONE SAVE THIRTEEN HE'S GONNA BLEED OUT!!!*
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
Sable, spelling the scent of blood, looked around before peering out the doorway he had just came in. He stood up and pocketed his cards quickly. He walked through the dark forest, following the scent of blood till he found Thirteen lying there.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Thirteen groans. He seems to be having a nightmare. "n...no..." he weakly groans.
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
*Morning! I have a Sunburn.*
Silver is chilling, drinking some wine.
Ettor is napping.
Taceli is sunning.
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.
Sable blows a stream of smoke out of his mouth, flicking his cigarette butt elsewhere. He sniffs the body "you don't smell like you've been hurt long." He said. He almost considered getting one of his vials to fill up on blood but he knew better. He picked thirteen up and slung him over his shoulder. He chuckled "just like how I found my wife dead." He muttered to himself.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*My dude!, tch, did you also take advantage of the warm weather?*
*Also, I SMEEL SILVER... *
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*I wonder if Taceli is gonna appear in the city of Whitewater... I hope so! Klei Farasten needs the customer.*
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
*Hi, Mask! Just a bit of advice, please quote people you are talking too so that they can know for 100 %. Also, please specify which character your character is talking to. That's all. :P*
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.
*I had to work at a dirt bike track as a flagman, and even though it was c l o u d y, my spot was sunny.*
*And yes, Silver has made yet another comeback.*
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.
Thirteen isn't fatally wounded, but he is in great pain. The nightmare continues. "I... I didn't want... stop..."
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
"Stop talking to yourself, its sounds tragic" he said. His tired crimson eyes kept themselves focused on the path ahead.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"...Okay..." Now Thirteen seems to be waking up, dimly aware of his surroundings.
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
*Dang dude, first of all, why dirt bike? Inst there places where there isn't metal vehicle's barreling towards you? Also Aloe, use aloe.*
*I will take advantage of this >:) *
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Im in FL. Sunburn is daily*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
"Good" he said. Thirteen saw a rather dashing man with short auburn hair, dark crimson eyes, and pale skin. He smirked at thirteen "What's your name my fellow?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*I got 60 dollars for about 10 hours of work, wooooooorth it. Also, I don't think we have aloe right now.*
*I hope so, I have had a huge craving to rp him.*
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.