A lanky, hunched-over man walks into the tavern, accompanied by the sound of wood tapping on wood. A thin sniffing nose pokes out from beneath the shadow of a black derby hat, wet with the outside rain. Their eyes are hidden behind a pair of thick, round, dark glasses that jerk this way and that as if their occupant was trying to listen in every direction at once. They are finely dressed in a fine tuxedo, which is odd considering the fact that they wear only one, expensive leather shoe. The right foot is covered by their slacks' abnormally long, dragging leg. Their black hair is slicked and tied back in a short ponytail, around a pair of sharp elven ears that stick out a bit at the sides. An ebony cane supplies the tapping sound with a silver, knobbed tip. They cut an odd figure, hunched over with their shoulders slanting downward from the right arm, whose hand is propped on the cane, to the left, whose hand is stuck in their front pocket, sans thumb.
*Somehow you made it so detailed, I couldn't imagine it. Well done, you have reached godly levels of character descriptions.*
*Hmm... who to have interact?*
*Oh dear, that kind of defeats the purpose. XD just imagine a lanky, hunched-over, young blind elf sniffing and looking around wildly, tapping about with his cane.*
*This character's voice/mannerisms were inspired by the spirit guide Marty in one of Bronson Pinchot's movies, can't remember the name...*
A man walks into the tavern. He has pale blond hair that is almost white in color, it is parted at one side so it hides his left eye from the view of others, other that that, it is tied up in a loose bun behind him. He has fair skin that looks almost like porcelain, Bright blue eyes like the sky above, and a beautfuil face. He wears a white tank-top, a black jacket, tight blue jeans, and thick brown boots. He has a silver lip ring and both of his ears are pierced. A white snake curls around his shoulders, hissing happily as he pets its small head. Behind his, in a bag he is holding, is a satchel with millions of art supplies.
He rolls up his sleeves to reveal a beautfuil tattoo of pale roses and leaves running up and down his arms.
he sits down at the bar and sets his stuff beside him.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A lanky, hunched-over man walks into the tavern, accompanied by the sound of wood tapping on wood. A thin sniffing nose pokes out from beneath the shadow of a black derby hat, wet with the outside rain. Their eyes are hidden behind a pair of thick, round, dark glasses that jerk this way and that as if their occupant was trying to listen in every direction at once. They are finely dressed in a fine tuxedo, which is odd considering the fact that they wear only one, expensive leather shoe. The right foot is covered by their slacks' abnormally long, dragging leg. Their black hair is slicked and tied back in a short ponytail, around a pair of sharp elven ears that stick out a bit at the sides. An ebony cane supplies the tapping sound with a silver, knobbed tip. They cut an odd figure, hunched over with their shoulders slanting downward from the right arm, whose hand is propped on the cane, to the left, whose hand is stuck in their front pocket, sans thumb.
*Somehow you made it so detailed, I couldn't imagine it. Well done, you have reached godly levels of character descriptions.*
*Hmm... who to have interact?*
*Oh dear, that kind of defeats the purpose. XD just imagine a lanky, hunched-over, young blind elf sniffing and looking around wildly, tapping about with his cane.*
*This character's voice/mannerisms were inspired by the spirit guide Marty in Bronson Pinchot's The Medium*
*Never heard of that... yeah, I'm modernly cultured, so chances are, any references from before 2000 or so, I probably won't get. Or just anything wayyy to sidestream.*
Wolfe sits at a table nearby. "Dude, are you good?"
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A man walks into the tavern. He has pale blond hair that is almost white in color, it is parted at one side so it hides his left eye from the view of others, other that that, it is tied up in a loose bun behind him. He has fair skin that looks almost like porcelain, Bright blue eyes like the sky above, and a beautfuil face. He wears a white tank-top, a black jacket, tight blue jeans, and thick brown boots. He has a silver lip ring and both of his ears are pierced. A white snake curls around his shoulders, hissing happily as he pets its small head. Behind his, in a bag he is holding, is a satchel with millions of art supplies.
He rolls up his sleeves to reveal a beautfuil tattoo of pale roses and leaves running up and down his arms.
he sits down at the bar and sets his stuff beside him.
The turtle sitting on the bar and eating a salad looks up and blinks at him.
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
A man walks into the tavern. He has pale blond hair that is almost white in color, it is parted at one side so it hides his left eye from the view of others, other that that, it is tied up in a loose bun behind him. He has fair skin that looks almost like porcelain, Bright blue eyes like the sky above, and a beautfuil face. He wears a white tank-top, a black jacket, tight blue jeans, and thick brown boots. He has a silver lip ring and both of his ears are pierced. A white snake curls around his shoulders, hissing happily as he pets its small head. Behind his, in a bag he is holding, is a satchel with millions of art supplies.
He rolls up his sleeves to reveal a beautfuil tattoo of pale roses and leaves running up and down his arms.
he sits down at the bar and sets his stuff beside him.
The turtle sitting on the bar and eating a salad looks up and blinks at him.
The man see's the turtle and smiles warmly.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A lanky, hunched-over man walks into the tavern, accompanied by the sound of wood tapping on wood. A thin sniffing nose pokes out from beneath the shadow of a black derby hat, wet with the outside rain. Their eyes are hidden behind a pair of thick, round, dark glasses that jerk this way and that as if their occupant was trying to listen in every direction at once. They are finely dressed in a fine tuxedo, which is odd considering the fact that they wear only one, expensive leather shoe. The right foot is covered by their slacks' abnormally long, dragging leg. Their black hair is slicked and tied back in a short ponytail, around a pair of sharp elven ears that stick out a bit at the sides. An ebony cane supplies the tapping sound with a silver, knobbed tip. They cut an odd figure, hunched over with their shoulders slanting downward from the right arm, whose hand is propped on the cane, to the left, whose hand is stuck in their front pocket, sans thumb.
*Somehow you made it so detailed, I couldn't imagine it. Well done, you have reached godly levels of character descriptions.*
*Hmm... who to have interact?*
*Oh dear, that kind of defeats the purpose. XD just imagine a lanky, hunched-over, young blind elf sniffing and looking around wildly, tapping about with his cane.*
*This character's voice/mannerisms were inspired by the spirit guide Marty in Bronson Pinchot's The Medium*
*Never heard of that... yeah, I'm modernly cultured, so chances are, any references from before 2000 or so, I probably won't get. Or just anything wayyy to sidestream.*
Wolfe sits at a table nearby. "Dude, are you good?"
*Yeah, it's pretty obscure...*
He continues looking around for a moment, before his eyes finally land on Wolfe. "Good? Yeah, I'm good, about as good as a fella knocked through a portal headfirst at six in da mornin' can be."
*He speaks with a very prominent Brooklyn accent.*
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
A lanky, hunched-over man walks into the tavern, accompanied by the sound of wood tapping on wood. A thin sniffing nose pokes out from beneath the shadow of a black derby hat, wet with the outside rain. Their eyes are hidden behind a pair of thick, round, dark glasses that jerk this way and that as if their occupant was trying to listen in every direction at once. They are finely dressed in a fine tuxedo, which is odd considering the fact that they wear only one, expensive leather shoe. The right foot is covered by their slacks' abnormally long, dragging leg. Their black hair is slicked and tied back in a short ponytail, around a pair of sharp elven ears that stick out a bit at the sides. An ebony cane supplies the tapping sound with a silver, knobbed tip. They cut an odd figure, hunched over with their shoulders slanting downward from the right arm, whose hand is propped on the cane, to the left, whose hand is stuck in their front pocket, sans thumb.
*Somehow you made it so detailed, I couldn't imagine it. Well done, you have reached godly levels of character descriptions.*
*Hmm... who to have interact?*
*Oh dear, that kind of defeats the purpose. XD just imagine a lanky, hunched-over, young blind elf sniffing and looking around wildly, tapping about with his cane.*
*This character's voice/mannerisms were inspired by the spirit guide Marty in Bronson Pinchot's The Medium*
*Never heard of that... yeah, I'm modernly cultured, so chances are, any references from before 2000 or so, I probably won't get. Or just anything wayyy to sidestream.*
Wolfe sits at a table nearby. "Dude, are you good?"
*Yeah, it's pretty obscure...*
He continues looking around for a moment, before his eyes finally land on Wolfe. "Good? Yeah, I'm good, about as good as a fella knocked through a portal headfirst at six in da mornin' can be."
*He speaks with a very prominent Brooklyn accent.*
"Oh, boo hoo, cry about it over a drink while you're here." Wolfe sipped her coffee.
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A man walks into the tavern. He has pale blond hair that is almost white in color, it is parted at one side so it hides his left eye from the view of others, other that that, it is tied up in a loose bun behind him. He has fair skin that looks almost like porcelain, Bright blue eyes like the sky above, and a beautfuil face. He wears a white tank-top, a black jacket, tight blue jeans, and thick brown boots. He has a silver lip ring and both of his ears are pierced. A white snake curls around his shoulders, hissing happily as he pets its small head. Behind his, in a bag he is holding, is a satchel with millions of art supplies.
He rolls up his sleeves to reveal a beautfuil tattoo of pale roses and leaves running up and down his arms.
he sits down at the bar and sets his stuff beside him.
A yellow bird hops up to him, though stays away from the arm with the snake on it.
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.
A man walks into the tavern. He has pale blond hair that is almost white in color, it is parted at one side so it hides his left eye from the view of others, other that that, it is tied up in a loose bun behind him. He has fair skin that looks almost like porcelain, Bright blue eyes like the sky above, and a beautfuil face. He wears a white tank-top, a black jacket, tight blue jeans, and thick brown boots. He has a silver lip ring and both of his ears are pierced. A white snake curls around his shoulders, hissing happily as he pets its small head. Behind his, in a bag he is holding, is a satchel with millions of art supplies.
He rolls up his sleeves to reveal a beautfuil tattoo of pale roses and leaves running up and down his arms.
he sits down at the bar and sets his stuff beside him.
A yellow bird hops up to him, though stays away from the arm with the snake on it.
The man smiles and pokes the bird, petting it on its head,
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A lanky, hunched-over man walks into the tavern, accompanied by the sound of wood tapping on wood. A thin sniffing nose pokes out from beneath the shadow of a black derby hat, wet with the outside rain. Their eyes are hidden behind a pair of thick, round, dark glasses that jerk this way and that as if their occupant was trying to listen in every direction at once. They are finely dressed in a fine tuxedo, which is odd considering the fact that they wear only one, expensive leather shoe. The right foot is covered by their slacks' abnormally long, dragging leg. Their black hair is slicked and tied back in a short ponytail, around a pair of sharp elven ears that stick out a bit at the sides. An ebony cane supplies the tapping sound with a silver, knobbed tip. They cut an odd figure, hunched over with their shoulders slanting downward from the right arm, whose hand is propped on the cane, to the left, whose hand is stuck in their front pocket, sans thumb.
*Somehow you made it so detailed, I couldn't imagine it. Well done, you have reached godly levels of character descriptions.*
*Hmm... who to have interact?*
*Oh dear, that kind of defeats the purpose. XD just imagine a lanky, hunched-over, young blind elf sniffing and looking around wildly, tapping about with his cane.*
*This character's voice/mannerisms were inspired by the spirit guide Marty in Bronson Pinchot's The Medium*
*Never heard of that... yeah, I'm modernly cultured, so chances are, any references from before 2000 or so, I probably won't get. Or just anything wayyy to sidestream.*
Wolfe sits at a table nearby. "Dude, are you good?"
*Yeah, it's pretty obscure...*
He continues looking around for a moment, before his eyes finally land on Wolfe. "Good? Yeah, I'm good, about as good as a fella knocked through a portal headfirst at six in da mornin' can be."
*He speaks with a very prominent Brooklyn accent.*
"Oh, boo hoo, cry about it over a drink while you're here." Wolfe sipped her coffee.
"Ya know I just might." He inclines his head, sniffing about with his sharp nose and tapping around, trying to find the bar. "Where's the beer?"
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
A man walks into the tavern. He has pale blond hair that is almost white in color, it is parted at one side so it hides his left eye from the view of others, other that that, it is tied up in a loose bun behind him. He has fair skin that looks almost like porcelain, Bright blue eyes like the sky above, and a beautfuil face. He wears a white tank-top, a black jacket, tight blue jeans, and thick brown boots. He has a silver lip ring and both of his ears are pierced. A white snake curls around his shoulders, hissing happily as he pets its small head. Behind his, in a bag he is holding, is a satchel with millions of art supplies.
He rolls up his sleeves to reveal a beautfuil tattoo of pale roses and leaves running up and down his arms.
he sits down at the bar and sets his stuff beside him.
A yellow bird hops up to him, though stays away from the arm with the snake on it.
The man smiles and pokes the bird, petting it on its head,
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.
A man walks into the tavern. He has pale blond hair that is almost white in color, it is parted at one side so it hides his left eye from the view of others, other that that, it is tied up in a loose bun behind him. He has fair skin that looks almost like porcelain, Bright blue eyes like the sky above, and a beautfuil face. He wears a white tank-top, a black jacket, tight blue jeans, and thick brown boots. He has a silver lip ring and both of his ears are pierced. A white snake curls around his shoulders, hissing happily as he pets its small head. Behind his, in a bag he is holding, is a satchel with millions of art supplies.
He rolls up his sleeves to reveal a beautfuil tattoo of pale roses and leaves running up and down his arms.
he sits down at the bar and sets his stuff beside him.
A yellow bird hops up to him, though stays away from the arm with the snake on it.
The man smiles and pokes the bird, petting it on its head,
The bird scoots back and chirps.
he chuckles and pulls out a pad of paper and wooden box of paints. he seems to paint something then place his hand on the paper and pull it out
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man walks into the tavern. He has pale blond hair that is almost white in color, it is parted at one side so it hides his left eye from the view of others, other that that, it is tied up in a loose bun behind him. He has fair skin that looks almost like porcelain, Bright blue eyes like the sky above, and a beautfuil face. He wears a white tank-top, a black jacket, tight blue jeans, and thick brown boots. He has a silver lip ring and both of his ears are pierced. A white snake curls around his shoulders, hissing happily as he pets its small head. Behind his, in a bag he is holding, is a satchel with millions of art supplies.
He rolls up his sleeves to reveal a beautfuil tattoo of pale roses and leaves running up and down his arms.
he sits down at the bar and sets his stuff beside him.
The turtle sitting on the bar and eating a salad looks up and blinks at him.
The man see's the turtle and smiles warmly.
Piggleshell blinks slowly. "What's with the snake?"
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
*Oh dear, that kind of defeats the purpose. XD just imagine a lanky, hunched-over, young blind elf sniffing and looking around wildly, tapping about with his cane.*
*This character's voice/mannerisms were inspired by the spirit guide Marty in one of Bronson Pinchot's movies, can't remember the name...*
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"
A man walks into the tavern. He has pale blond hair that is almost white in color, it is parted at one side so it hides his left eye from the view of others, other that that, it is tied up in a loose bun behind him. He has fair skin that looks almost like porcelain, Bright blue eyes like the sky above, and a beautfuil face. He wears a white tank-top, a black jacket, tight blue jeans, and thick brown boots. He has a silver lip ring and both of his ears are pierced. A white snake curls around his shoulders, hissing happily as he pets its small head. Behind his, in a bag he is holding, is a satchel with millions of art supplies.
He rolls up his sleeves to reveal a beautfuil tattoo of pale roses and leaves running up and down his arms.
he sits down at the bar and sets his stuff beside him.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"ill be negative all i want" she says with a chuckle.
Stroth pulls out his sword and hides against a wall, scoping around.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Never heard of that... yeah, I'm modernly cultured, so chances are, any references from before 2000 or so, I probably won't get. Or just anything wayyy to sidestream.*
Wolfe sits at a table nearby. "Dude, are you good?"
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.
V knocked on Lore's head. "Then I'll just beat it out of that thick head of yours."
*-Raiders of the Lost Ark theme starts playing-*
Zylna slips by him and scuttles through the shadows, also scoping around.
Stealth: 18
Perception: 34
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.
"Thats mean" she said with a small chuckle
She see's a chest of some sort of the ground.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The turtle sitting on the bar and eating a salad looks up and blinks at him.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
The man see's the turtle and smiles warmly.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I'm not having a depressed friend!" V smiled.
She stares at it and tosses a pebble at it from a safe distance.
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.
*Yeah, it's pretty obscure...*
He continues looking around for a moment, before his eyes finally land on Wolfe. "Good? Yeah, I'm good, about as good as a fella knocked through a portal headfirst at six in da mornin' can be."
*He speaks with a very prominent Brooklyn accent.*
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"
"Oh, boo hoo, cry about it over a drink while you're here." Wolfe sipped her coffee.
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.
A yellow bird hops up to him, though stays away from the arm with the snake on it.
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.
"Let me cry!!!!" she joked and laughed, flopping to her side.
It doesn't seem to move a bit but something upstairs does
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The man smiles and pokes the bird, petting it on its head,
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Ya know I just might." He inclines his head, sniffing about with his sharp nose and tapping around, trying to find the bar. "Where's the beer?"
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 bird scoots back and chirps.
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.
*Gtg unfortunately....*
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"
he chuckles and pulls out a pad of paper and wooden box of paints. he seems to paint something then place his hand on the paper and pull it out
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"No, I shall make you happy as long as I'm around, Miss Thick!" V poked Lore's thighs with each syllable.
She tossed a heavier rock at it.
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.
Piggleshell blinks slowly. "What's with the snake?"
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.