5' 11', light skin tone, pale green eyes, curly brown hair cut short. Flanne is usually dressed in light green robes over a sand colored jerkin with white pants and undershirt, looks like he could use a long rest at any given moment. He also wears a silver necklace with a stylized moon on it and similar piercings on his right ear. He his a silver armband hat he wears over his clothes on his right forearm. His jewelry glows when he casts a spell. He also has a scarf of similar tone to his jerkin, a Bag of Holding, a wooden staff with a silver bauble at one end. His face is mostly clear of stubble and Flanne prides himself of his cleanliness.
*Flanne looks pretty young* "The Invulnerable Coat of Arnd. It's supposed to be somewhere in "the belly of stars," wherever that is." Flanne slumps on the table, and a scroll rolls away.
He grabs it, then hands it back " 'Belly of the stars', hmm, is that a place?"
"Thanks, And I'm assuming so. My only lead is that a lair of an emerald dragon has the same name. Sadly, this emerald dragon hasn't been seen in over a century." Flanne groans and fiddles with his ring again.
"So it's died or become a recluse." They speak with speed and energy like there aren't problems in the world or around them, this is how they normally talk.
"I hope the former, because in life, this dragon, Raoulothim, is extremely paranoid." Flanne looks into Spectacle's eyes, a little jealous, and a little in awe of their carefree attitude.
*to clarify they do talk a little fast & with energy like say a show host, but it sounds without worry or doubts.* "Well if it's dead there's nothing guarding it so its a win-win is it not? Well maybe not for the dragon but." They smile
*Cutting the quote chain*
"Is there a library here? I've only been reviewing my own texts."
*yeah it's fine, you don't need to point it out, you can just do it.* "Yes, it's over... There keep going past there & you should get to it." He points over to it "Hey sugar, before you go what was with that look?" *tbh I have no idea what the layout of the tavern is.*
Flanne looks sad. "You just remind me of a long gone friend."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Krathian is eating breakfast and drinking a concerningly large cup of coffee. His conversation with E last night had given him an idea as to what to do with himself: help kids.
Jim is cooking breakfast, sticking freshly cooked bacon and cheese on sesame seed bagels he baked last night. He sets it all out on the table with a large jug of milk.
-Enter the dope of the season-
Allison watches him while sitting a mere feet away, not even trying to be sneaky or subtle.
He hands his dishes to Jim and stuffs his mug inside his coat. Unfortunately, he's not had much experience with children. He leans against a wall in the corner like a drug dealer and waits for some kids to show up.
"thats not creepy at all" she said and stood up, opening a white-leather bound book.
He narrows his eyes and looks over at her, mildly annoyed, before softening his look a moment later. "Perhaps you're right." he lights a pipe and sits back down. "I'm not the best with kids."
"It is ok, your actions shine through" she said and chuckled a bit, her laugh was a ring bell
He doesn't laugh. "That's good to hear, I imagine you're better with them, you always had a sort of ... motherly ... instinct."
When she hears the words motherly instinct, her face seems to go blank for minute as she stares at seemingly nothing
He chuckles darkly, "Remember your daughter, do you?"
"i did have a daughter.... and somebody else.. dear gods, what am i?" she said and stood up, seeming to panic a bit
"I wonder if you remembered her when you killed yourself." He knocks the snuff out of his pipe and tucks it away again, looking at the floor.
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
There was a noise from the brush as Oval runs out at full speed as fast as their small legs can take them. A huge Owlbear follows behind slowly, making small cooing-like noises to oval as if it wants oval to come closer. Perhaps it thought of oval as a child and it needed to care for them. Oval, on the other hand, is still frightened beyond belief.
Tara barrels out of the bushes and picks Oval up on her back, running towards the tavern.
The owlbear snarls as if Tara was was taking its child
"Um kid?" She shouts, while running
Soldaer runs over, having dealt with Owlbears before. Just go, whoever you are. Get Oval to safety. I'll take care of the Owlbear. He tells Tara telepathically.
There was a noise from the brush as Oval runs out at full speed as fast as their small legs can take them. A huge Owlbear follows behind slowly, making small cooing-like noises to oval as if it wants oval to come closer. Perhaps it thought of oval as a child and it needed to care for them. Oval, on the other hand, is still frightened beyond belief.
Tara barrels out of the bushes and picks Oval up on her back, running towards the tavern.
The owlbear snarls as if Tara was was taking its child
"Um kid?" She shouts, while running
Oval was paralyzed in fear. The owlbear snarls violently, chasing after them and gaining speed.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Krathian is eating breakfast and drinking a concerningly large cup of coffee. His conversation with E last night had given him an idea as to what to do with himself: help kids.
Jim is cooking breakfast, sticking freshly cooked bacon and cheese on sesame seed bagels he baked last night. He sets it all out on the table with a large jug of milk.
-Enter the dope of the season-
Allison watches him while sitting a mere feet away, not even trying to be sneaky or subtle.
He hands his dishes to Jim and stuffs his mug inside his coat. Unfortunately, he's not had much experience with children. He leans against a wall in the corner like a drug dealer and waits for some kids to show up.
"thats not creepy at all" she said and stood up, opening a white-leather bound book.
He narrows his eyes and looks over at her, mildly annoyed, before softening his look a moment later. "Perhaps you're right." he lights a pipe and sits back down. "I'm not the best with kids."
"It is ok, your actions shine through" she said and chuckled a bit, her laugh was a ring bell
He doesn't laugh. "That's good to hear, I imagine you're better with them, you always had a sort of ... motherly ... instinct."
When she hears the words motherly instinct, her face seems to go blank for minute as she stares at seemingly nothing
He chuckles darkly, "Remember your daughter, do you?"
"i did have a daughter.... and somebody else.. dear gods, what am i?" she said and stood up, seeming to panic a bit
"I wonder if you remembered her when you killed yourself." He knocks the snuff out of his pipe and tucks it away again, looking at the floor.
"I killed myself...wait! wait!" she said and rolled up a sleeve of her white cloak. the bone seemed to poke out her skin a bit but it didnt have any blood or pain to it, it looked like it was barely there at all, it fazed in a out of reality a bit.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
There was a noise from the brush as Oval runs out at full speed as fast as their small legs can take them. A huge Owlbear follows behind slowly, making small cooing-like noises to oval as if it wants oval to come closer. Perhaps it thought of oval as a child and it needed to care for them. Oval, on the other hand, is still frightened beyond belief.
Tara barrels out of the bushes and picks Oval up on her back, running towards the tavern.
The owlbear snarls as if Tara was was taking its child
"Um kid?" She shouts, while running
Soldaer runs over, having dealt with Owlbears before. Just go, whoever you are. Get Oval to safety. I'll take care of the Owlbear. He tells Tara telepathically.
She shrugs best she can. "Okay whoever you are!" She continues to run, taking Oval back to the tavern.
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
There was a noise from the brush as Oval runs out at full speed as fast as their small legs can take them. A huge Owlbear follows behind slowly, making small cooing-like noises to oval as if it wants oval to come closer. Perhaps it thought of oval as a child and it needed to care for them. Oval, on the other hand, is still frightened beyond belief.
Tara barrels out of the bushes and picks Oval up on her back, running towards the tavern.
The owlbear snarls as if Tara was was taking its child
"Um kid?" She shouts, while running
Soldaer runs over, having dealt with Owlbears before. Just go, whoever you are. Get Oval to safety. I'll take care of the Owlbear. He tells Tara telepathically.
The owlbear snarled and lowered itself a bit, getting ready for an attack
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
5' 11', light skin tone, pale green eyes, curly brown hair cut short. Flanne is usually dressed in light green robes over a sand colored jerkin with white pants and undershirt, looks like he could use a long rest at any given moment. He also wears a silver necklace with a stylized moon on it and similar piercings on his right ear. He his a silver armband hat he wears over his clothes on his right forearm. His jewelry glows when he casts a spell. He also has a scarf of similar tone to his jerkin, a Bag of Holding, a wooden staff with a silver bauble at one end. His face is mostly clear of stubble and Flanne prides himself of his cleanliness.
*Flanne looks pretty young* "The Invulnerable Coat of Arnd. It's supposed to be somewhere in "the belly of stars," wherever that is." Flanne slumps on the table, and a scroll rolls away.
He grabs it, then hands it back " 'Belly of the stars', hmm, is that a place?"
"Thanks, And I'm assuming so. My only lead is that a lair of an emerald dragon has the same name. Sadly, this emerald dragon hasn't been seen in over a century." Flanne groans and fiddles with his ring again.
"So it's died or become a recluse." They speak with speed and energy like there aren't problems in the world or around them, this is how they normally talk.
"I hope the former, because in life, this dragon, Raoulothim, is extremely paranoid." Flanne looks into Spectacle's eyes, a little jealous, and a little in awe of their carefree attitude.
*to clarify they do talk a little fast & with energy like say a show host, but it sounds without worry or doubts.* "Well if it's dead there's nothing guarding it so its a win-win is it not? Well maybe not for the dragon but." They smile
*Cutting the quote chain*
"Is there a library here? I've only been reviewing my own texts."
*yeah it's fine, you don't need to point it out, you can just do it.* "Yes, it's over... There keep going past there & you should get to it." He points over to it "Hey sugar, before you go what was with that look?" *tbh I have no idea what the layout of the tavern is.*
Flanne looks sad. "You just remind me of a long gone friend."
"Ah, well may they find peace. Farewell, I'm Spectacle, & ill see you around." They bow.
Krathian is eating breakfast and drinking a concerningly large cup of coffee. His conversation with E last night had given him an idea as to what to do with himself: help kids.
Jim is cooking breakfast, sticking freshly cooked bacon and cheese on sesame seed bagels he baked last night. He sets it all out on the table with a large jug of milk.
-Enter the dope of the season-
Allison watches him while sitting a mere feet away, not even trying to be sneaky or subtle.
He hands his dishes to Jim and stuffs his mug inside his coat. Unfortunately, he's not had much experience with children. He leans against a wall in the corner like a drug dealer and waits for some kids to show up.
"thats not creepy at all" she said and stood up, opening a white-leather bound book.
He narrows his eyes and looks over at her, mildly annoyed, before softening his look a moment later. "Perhaps you're right." he lights a pipe and sits back down. "I'm not the best with kids."
"It is ok, your actions shine through" she said and chuckled a bit, her laugh was a ring bell
He doesn't laugh. "That's good to hear, I imagine you're better with them, you always had a sort of ... motherly ... instinct."
When she hears the words motherly instinct, her face seems to go blank for minute as she stares at seemingly nothing
He chuckles darkly, "Remember your daughter, do you?"
"i did have a daughter.... and somebody else.. dear gods, what am i?" she said and stood up, seeming to panic a bit
"I wonder if you remembered her when you killed yourself." He knocks the snuff out of his pipe and tucks it away again, looking at the floor.
"I killed myself...wait! wait!" she said and rolled up a sleeve of her white cloak. the bone seemed to poke out her skin a bit but it didnt have any blood or pain to it, it looked like it was barely there at all, it fazed in a out of reality a bit.
"That's new," Krathian says, leaning forwards and rubbing his chin. "Interesting..."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
There was a noise from the brush as Oval runs out at full speed as fast as their small legs can take them. A huge Owlbear follows behind slowly, making small cooing-like noises to oval as if it wants oval to come closer. Perhaps it thought of oval as a child and it needed to care for them. Oval, on the other hand, is still frightened beyond belief.
Tara barrels out of the bushes and picks Oval up on her back, running towards the tavern.
The owlbear snarls as if Tara was was taking its child
"Um kid?" She shouts, while running
Soldaer runs over, having dealt with Owlbears before. Just go, whoever you are. Get Oval to safety. I'll take care of the Owlbear. He tells Tara telepathically.
She shrugs best she can. "Okay whoever you are!" She continues to run, taking Oval back to the tavern.
Soldaer nods, already facing the owlbear. Woah.... Slow down...He says telepathically and verbally, while trying to calm it down.
*Not sure what to roll here, so Animal Handling: 30*
5' 11', light skin tone, pale green eyes, curly brown hair cut short. Flanne is usually dressed in light green robes over a sand colored jerkin with white pants and undershirt, looks like he could use a long rest at any given moment. He also wears a silver necklace with a stylized moon on it and similar piercings on his right ear. He his a silver armband hat he wears over his clothes on his right forearm. His jewelry glows when he casts a spell. He also has a scarf of similar tone to his jerkin, a Bag of Holding, a wooden staff with a silver bauble at one end. His face is mostly clear of stubble and Flanne prides himself of his cleanliness.
*Flanne looks pretty young* "The Invulnerable Coat of Arnd. It's supposed to be somewhere in "the belly of stars," wherever that is." Flanne slumps on the table, and a scroll rolls away.
He grabs it, then hands it back " 'Belly of the stars', hmm, is that a place?"
"Thanks, And I'm assuming so. My only lead is that a lair of an emerald dragon has the same name. Sadly, this emerald dragon hasn't been seen in over a century." Flanne groans and fiddles with his ring again.
"So it's died or become a recluse." They speak with speed and energy like there aren't problems in the world or around them, this is how they normally talk.
"I hope the former, because in life, this dragon, Raoulothim, is extremely paranoid." Flanne looks into Spectacle's eyes, a little jealous, and a little in awe of their carefree attitude.
*to clarify they do talk a little fast & with energy like say a show host, but it sounds without worry or doubts.* "Well if it's dead there's nothing guarding it so its a win-win is it not? Well maybe not for the dragon but." They smile
*Cutting the quote chain*
"Is there a library here? I've only been reviewing my own texts."
*yeah it's fine, you don't need to point it out, you can just do it.* "Yes, it's over... There keep going past there & you should get to it." He points over to it "Hey sugar, before you go what was with that look?" *tbh I have no idea what the layout of the tavern is.*
Flanne looks sad. "You just remind me of a long gone friend."
"Ah, well may they find peace. Farewell, I'm Spectacle, & ill see you around." They bow.
Flanne nods and attempts to paste a smile to his face. "Have a good day."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
5' 11', light skin tone, pale green eyes, curly brown hair cut short. Flanne is usually dressed in light green robes over a sand colored jerkin with white pants and undershirt, looks like he could use a long rest at any given moment. He also wears a silver necklace with a stylized moon on it and similar piercings on his right ear. He his a silver armband hat he wears over his clothes on his right forearm. His jewelry glows when he casts a spell. He also has a scarf of similar tone to his jerkin, a Bag of Holding, a wooden staff with a silver bauble at one end. His face is mostly clear of stubble and Flanne prides himself of his cleanliness.
*Flanne looks pretty young* "The Invulnerable Coat of Arnd. It's supposed to be somewhere in "the belly of stars," wherever that is." Flanne slumps on the table, and a scroll rolls away.
He grabs it, then hands it back " 'Belly of the stars', hmm, is that a place?"
"Thanks, And I'm assuming so. My only lead is that a lair of an emerald dragon has the same name. Sadly, this emerald dragon hasn't been seen in over a century." Flanne groans and fiddles with his ring again.
"So it's died or become a recluse." They speak with speed and energy like there aren't problems in the world or around them, this is how they normally talk.
"I hope the former, because in life, this dragon, Raoulothim, is extremely paranoid." Flanne looks into Spectacle's eyes, a little jealous, and a little in awe of their carefree attitude.
*to clarify they do talk a little fast & with energy like say a show host, but it sounds without worry or doubts.* "Well if it's dead there's nothing guarding it so its a win-win is it not? Well maybe not for the dragon but." They smile
*Cutting the quote chain*
"Is there a library here? I've only been reviewing my own texts."
*yeah it's fine, you don't need to point it out, you can just do it.* "Yes, it's over... There keep going past there & you should get to it." He points over to it "Hey sugar, before you go what was with that look?" *tbh I have no idea what the layout of the tavern is.*
Flanne looks sad. "You just remind me of a long gone friend."
"Ah, well may they find peace. Farewell, I'm Spectacle, & ill see you around." They bow.
Flanne nods and attempts to paste a smile to his face. "Have a good day."
Krathian is eating breakfast and drinking a concerningly large cup of coffee. His conversation with E last night had given him an idea as to what to do with himself: help kids.
Jim is cooking breakfast, sticking freshly cooked bacon and cheese on sesame seed bagels he baked last night. He sets it all out on the table with a large jug of milk.
-Enter the dope of the season-
Allison watches him while sitting a mere feet away, not even trying to be sneaky or subtle.
He hands his dishes to Jim and stuffs his mug inside his coat. Unfortunately, he's not had much experience with children. He leans against a wall in the corner like a drug dealer and waits for some kids to show up.
"thats not creepy at all" she said and stood up, opening a white-leather bound book.
He narrows his eyes and looks over at her, mildly annoyed, before softening his look a moment later. "Perhaps you're right." he lights a pipe and sits back down. "I'm not the best with kids."
"It is ok, your actions shine through" she said and chuckled a bit, her laugh was a ring bell
He doesn't laugh. "That's good to hear, I imagine you're better with them, you always had a sort of ... motherly ... instinct."
When she hears the words motherly instinct, her face seems to go blank for minute as she stares at seemingly nothing
He chuckles darkly, "Remember your daughter, do you?"
"i did have a daughter.... and somebody else.. dear gods, what am i?" she said and stood up, seeming to panic a bit
"I wonder if you remembered her when you killed yourself." He knocks the snuff out of his pipe and tucks it away again, looking at the floor.
"I killed myself...wait! wait!" she said and rolled up a sleeve of her white cloak. the bone seemed to poke out her skin a bit but it didnt have any blood or pain to it, it looked like it was barely there at all, it fazed in a out of reality a bit.
"That's new," Krathian says, leaning forwards and rubbing his chin. "Interesting..."
"When i was made, i didnt know what that was about but now i do, maybe its a symbol of how i did before"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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Flanne looks sad. "You just remind me of a long gone friend."
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(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Morning dudes and dudettes*
Albwin is in the woods practising his magical skills. A book is propped open on a nearby tree.
Alric is drunk and staring at the void wall.
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"I wonder if you remembered her when you killed yourself." He knocks the snuff out of his pipe and tucks it away again, looking at the floor.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Soldaer runs over, having dealt with Owlbears before. Just go, whoever you are. Get Oval to safety. I'll take care of the Owlbear. He tells Tara telepathically.
Oval was paralyzed in fear. The owlbear snarls violently, chasing after them and gaining speed.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Wyatt is eating chocolate cake... for breakfast.
Wolfe is boredly playing her guitar.
Sharlene is doing handstand push-ups.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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"I killed myself...wait! wait!" she said and rolled up a sleeve of her white cloak. the bone seemed to poke out her skin a bit but it didnt have any blood or pain to it, it looked like it was barely there at all, it fazed in a out of reality a bit.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She shrugs best she can. "Okay whoever you are!" She continues to run, taking Oval back to the tavern.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
The owlbear snarled and lowered itself a bit, getting ready for an attack
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Ah, well may they find peace. Farewell, I'm Spectacle, & ill see you around." They bow.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Imma bring back Leon*
Leon watches from nearby chuckling slightly
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"That's new," Krathian says, leaning forwards and rubbing his chin. "Interesting..."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Soldaer nods, already facing the owlbear. Woah.... Slow down...He says telepathically and verbally, while trying to calm it down.
*Not sure what to roll here, so Animal Handling: 30*
Flanne nods and attempts to paste a smile to his face. "Have a good day."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
She's to focused on her workout to notice him right now.
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.
Spectacle sneaks up While invisible *stealth: 15 *
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"You too!" They shout back while walking off.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Never stop training do ya?"
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
She doesn't notice 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.
"When i was made, i didnt know what that was about but now i do, maybe its a symbol of how i did before"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]