Simon (My new character i introed) looks over at wolfe, noting the guitar
Avery is celebrating his recent treasure hunt
*Hewhewhew. Where is he eating? >:)*
Wolfe isn't paying attention to anything right now.
*He's eating at a table in the main room*
simon walks over, peering down at her
*hmm... dex save.*
She doesn't look up at him. "Whaddya want?"
16
"I'm just curious whats got you drinking."
Slightly too late, he notices he was sitting on a tripwire, then a bucket of sand falls from the rafters. He would most likely recognize it as the work of one of his siblings.
"Nothing you should know." She grumbles and wipes her nose.
He sighs, brushing sand out of his face and food, "Ok, who's pulling pranks?"
"Sad?" he asks, sitting at the table,
Zaza laugh-snorts from a nearby table, where she sits cross legged on a chair.
"Angry too. Not like I gotta tell you why."
Aovin sighs and stands, walking over, "Hey Zaza. Its been a while," he smiles
"No, you don't really have to." He says, "Though maybe it could make you feel better"
"Sure has, bro. Figured I'd do something... nostalgic!" She stood up.
She huffed. "I already spilled my guts to a friend, I don't gotta unload my baggage on a stranger."
"Pouring sand on people, i remember you doing that when you were much younger." He nods
"Hm, then i won't push further if you don't want to say anything about it." (Btw, what does she have on her, like item wise)
"It always got on Ari's nerves." She laughed. "Oh, I still crack up at that." She breathed. "So, seriously, how've you been, bro?"
*Just her guitar, a bottle of mystery alcohol in her hand, and... something... in her pocket. Something small and on a string, like a necklace.*
"Least you're not a nosy stranger." She took another swig from her bottle.
"Its been better now that i've been able to leave hell." he says,
*I would have his try and look at it if that was the type of person he was*
"i try my best," He nods, looking at her guitar, "Are you a musician?"
"Oh, yes, hell got boring quick for me, so I got away as soon as I could."
"If I am?"
"I'm not as lucky," He chuckles,
"Well, it would be interesting to meet someone else well versed in music."
"Still thankful you got out either way, it doesn't matter if that was sooner or later." She sat back down. "Let me get you a new sandwich, since yours became a sandwich."
Wolfe sat up and leaned back in her chair. "Well, there's better options than me floatin' around."
Aovin stifles a laugh, "That was.... awful. I've missed you," He says, nodding at the offer
"Perhaps there is. But you're the one that caught my interest." He shrugs
She got him a replacement sandwich. "I know, it's hard not to miss me." She crossed her legs. "It's great to be able to get back together after all this time. I almost got lonely."
She sighed. "Why, 'cause I'm just a miserable monster drowning in booze?"
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A 6'2 minotaur enters the tavern. He is plainly dressed in slightly worn clothing. He also has no visible weapons. He looks strangely shy, distracted, and gazes around at the tavern. He sits down at a table and orders a drink.
*WELCOME, NEWCOMER!*
*Glad to see a fresh face, hopefully some good times follow behind you.*
*Hm, I'll deactivate the character I'm not using to interact with you with someone else.*
A 5'10 genasi with ashy-grey-blue skin takes a seat comfortably across from him. His hair is shaped like normal hair is, handswept behind his ear on one side and covering his face on the other. He wears fancy-looking leather clothing, a vest-like top, tight pants, and armbands. He has bright sapphire blue eyes with a slightly amused and crazed glint in them, and smiles politely as he observes the minotaur.
*Seems you may have missed it, so reposting just in case.*
*I did, sorry *
The minotaur coughs politely, and takes out a journal from a coat pocket. He keeps the book close to him as he writes. He looks uncomfortable.
The genasi chuckles a bit. "Sorry for popping up. I'm rather tired, so I forgot to introduce myself properly." She twirled out of his chair smoothly and did a flamboyant bow. "My name is Darkflare, but you may call me Flare if you desire." He sat back into his chair. "So, may I ask for your name?"
He looks up at you. ". . .Stan." Stan now looks as if he'd rather have stayed outside the tavern. He doesn't seem to know how to deal with you.
Awkwardly, he starts writing again.
Flare smiled widely. "Seems you're an antisocial one, Stan. That's okay, I won't start asking personal questions like your life goal... yet." He chuckled a bit more, stroking his chin. "Let's begin slow, such as how are you today?"
Stan pauses. "Confused." Then, "Forgetful."
* forgot to mention it, but he has a slight British accent. *
*Nice, love myself a british accent.*
"Oh?" He leaned forward, setting his arms on the table. "As in memory loss?"
Stan tucks his journal back into his coat and looks at you for a long moment, as if trying to ignore you.
". . .uh, yes. . ."
"Interesting." He stared off into space, as though getting an idea, or simply getting lost in his thoughts. "I assume you don't like that?"
". . .no. I don't."
He somehow smiled even wider and chuckled. "May I inquire about that little journal you've been writing in?"
"Please don't, uh. . .Darkflare. . ." He glances at the coat pocket where he put his journal, anxiously.
"Oh, disappointing." He still didn't stop smiling. "I'll respect your wishes. Let's move on to something else, shall we? Do you have anything to ask about me?"
" Not really. I mean, if you could leave, that'd be . . .great," Stan frowns, wondering if that was rude.
Flare doesn't seem too affected. "Oh, I apologize if my presence is bothersome. You just seemed to interesting to ignore."
Politely, he asks if you have ever had any memory loss yourself. Stan seems. . .resigned.
"Sadly, I have no experience personally, though I once had a friend who had the unfortunate symptom of amnesia. If I may ask, how much do you remember?"
"I guess I can remember a few things. . .still not much, really just two months back. I. . .write about it in my journal." Stan looks away from you. "Uh, did your friend ever get better?"
A 6'2 minotaur enters the tavern. He is plainly dressed in slightly worn clothing. He also has no visible weapons. He looks strangely shy, distracted, and gazes around at the tavern. He sits down at a table and orders a drink.
*WELCOME, NEWCOMER!*
*Glad to see a fresh face, hopefully some good times follow behind you.*
*Hm, I'll deactivate the character I'm not using to interact with you with someone else.*
A 5'10 genasi with ashy-grey-blue skin takes a seat comfortably across from him. His hair is shaped like normal hair is, handswept behind his ear on one side and covering his face on the other. He wears fancy-looking leather clothing, a vest-like top, tight pants, and armbands. He has bright sapphire blue eyes with a slightly amused and crazed glint in them, and smiles politely as he observes the minotaur.
*Seems you may have missed it, so reposting just in case.*
*I did, sorry *
The minotaur coughs politely, and takes out a journal from a coat pocket. He keeps the book close to him as he writes. He looks uncomfortable.
The genasi chuckles a bit. "Sorry for popping up. I'm rather tired, so I forgot to introduce myself properly." She twirled out of his chair smoothly and did a flamboyant bow. "My name is Darkflare, but you may call me Flare if you desire." He sat back into his chair. "So, may I ask for your name?"
He looks up at you. ". . .Stan." Stan now looks as if he'd rather have stayed outside the tavern. He doesn't seem to know how to deal with you.
Awkwardly, he starts writing again.
Flare smiled widely. "Seems you're an antisocial one, Stan. That's okay, I won't start asking personal questions like your life goal... yet." He chuckled a bit more, stroking his chin. "Let's begin slow, such as how are you today?"
Stan pauses. "Confused." Then, "Forgetful."
* forgot to mention it, but he has a slight British accent. *
*Nice, love myself a british accent.*
"Oh?" He leaned forward, setting his arms on the table. "As in memory loss?"
Stan tucks his journal back into his coat and looks at you for a long moment, as if trying to ignore you.
". . .uh, yes. . ."
"Interesting." He stared off into space, as though getting an idea, or simply getting lost in his thoughts. "I assume you don't like that?"
". . .no. I don't."
He somehow smiled even wider and chuckled. "May I inquire about that little journal you've been writing in?"
"Please don't, uh. . .Darkflare. . ." He glances at the coat pocket where he put his journal, anxiously.
"Oh, disappointing." He still didn't stop smiling. "I'll respect your wishes. Let's move on to something else, shall we? Do you have anything to ask about me?"
" Not really. I mean, if you could leave, that'd be . . .great," Stan frowns, wondering if that was rude.
Flare doesn't seem too affected. "Oh, I apologize if my presence is bothersome. You just seemed to interesting to ignore."
Politely, he asks if you have ever had any memory loss yourself. Stan seems. . .resigned.
"Sadly, I have no experience personally, though I once had a friend who had the unfortunate symptom of amnesia. If I may ask, how much do you remember?"
"I guess I can remember a few things. . .still not much, really just two months back. I. . .write about it in my journal." Stan looks away from you. "Uh, did your friend ever get better?"
"No. Sadly he died on a battlefield after learning he was a soldier."
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Simon (My new character i introed) looks over at wolfe, noting the guitar
Avery is celebrating his recent treasure hunt
*Hewhewhew. Where is he eating? >:)*
Wolfe isn't paying attention to anything right now.
*He's eating at a table in the main room*
simon walks over, peering down at her
*hmm... dex save.*
She doesn't look up at him. "Whaddya want?"
16
"I'm just curious whats got you drinking."
Slightly too late, he notices he was sitting on a tripwire, then a bucket of sand falls from the rafters. He would most likely recognize it as the work of one of his siblings.
"Nothing you should know." She grumbles and wipes her nose.
He sighs, brushing sand out of his face and food, "Ok, who's pulling pranks?"
"Sad?" he asks, sitting at the table,
Zaza laugh-snorts from a nearby table, where she sits cross legged on a chair.
"Angry too. Not like I gotta tell you why."
Aovin sighs and stands, walking over, "Hey Zaza. Its been a while," he smiles
"No, you don't really have to." He says, "Though maybe it could make you feel better"
"Sure has, bro. Figured I'd do something... nostalgic!" She stood up.
She huffed. "I already spilled my guts to a friend, I don't gotta unload my baggage on a stranger."
"Pouring sand on people, i remember you doing that when you were much younger." He nods
"Hm, then i won't push further if you don't want to say anything about it." (Btw, what does she have on her, like item wise)
"It always got on Ari's nerves." She laughed. "Oh, I still crack up at that." She breathed. "So, seriously, how've you been, bro?"
*Just her guitar, a bottle of mystery alcohol in her hand, and... something... in her pocket. Something small and on a string, like a necklace.*
"Least you're not a nosy stranger." She took another swig from her bottle.
"Its been better now that i've been able to leave hell." he says,
*I would have his try and look at it if that was the type of person he was*
"i try my best," He nods, looking at her guitar, "Are you a musician?"
"Oh, yes, hell got boring quick for me, so I got away as soon as I could."
"If I am?"
"I'm not as lucky," He chuckles,
"Well, it would be interesting to meet someone else well versed in music."
"Still thankful you got out either way, it doesn't matter if that was sooner or later." She sat back down. "Let me get you a new sandwich, since yours became a sandwich."
Wolfe sat up and leaned back in her chair. "Well, there's better options than me floatin' around."
Aovin stifles a laugh, "That was.... awful. I've missed you," He says, nodding at the offer
"Perhaps there is. But you're the one that caught my interest." He shrugs
She got him a replacement sandwich. "I know, it's hard not to miss me." She crossed her legs. "It's great to be able to get back together after all this time. I almost got lonely."
She sighed. "Why, 'cause I'm just a miserable monster drowning in booze?"
A 6'2 minotaur enters the tavern. He is plainly dressed in slightly worn clothing. He also has no visible weapons. He looks strangely shy, distracted, and gazes around at the tavern. He sits down at a table and orders a drink.
*WELCOME, NEWCOMER!*
*Glad to see a fresh face, hopefully some good times follow behind you.*
*Hm, I'll deactivate the character I'm not using to interact with you with someone else.*
A 5'10 genasi with ashy-grey-blue skin takes a seat comfortably across from him. His hair is shaped like normal hair is, handswept behind his ear on one side and covering his face on the other. He wears fancy-looking leather clothing, a vest-like top, tight pants, and armbands. He has bright sapphire blue eyes with a slightly amused and crazed glint in them, and smiles politely as he observes the minotaur.
*Seems you may have missed it, so reposting just in case.*
*I did, sorry *
The minotaur coughs politely, and takes out a journal from a coat pocket. He keeps the book close to him as he writes. He looks uncomfortable.
The genasi chuckles a bit. "Sorry for popping up. I'm rather tired, so I forgot to introduce myself properly." She twirled out of his chair smoothly and did a flamboyant bow. "My name is Darkflare, but you may call me Flare if you desire." He sat back into his chair. "So, may I ask for your name?"
He looks up at you. ". . .Stan." Stan now looks as if he'd rather have stayed outside the tavern. He doesn't seem to know how to deal with you.
Awkwardly, he starts writing again.
Flare smiled widely. "Seems you're an antisocial one, Stan. That's okay, I won't start asking personal questions like your life goal... yet." He chuckled a bit more, stroking his chin. "Let's begin slow, such as how are you today?"
Stan pauses. "Confused." Then, "Forgetful."
* forgot to mention it, but he has a slight British accent. *
*Nice, love myself a british accent.*
"Oh?" He leaned forward, setting his arms on the table. "As in memory loss?"
Stan tucks his journal back into his coat and looks at you for a long moment, as if trying to ignore you.
". . .uh, yes. . ."
"Interesting." He stared off into space, as though getting an idea, or simply getting lost in his thoughts. "I assume you don't like that?"
". . .no. I don't."
He somehow smiled even wider and chuckled. "May I inquire about that little journal you've been writing in?"
"Please don't, uh. . .Darkflare. . ." He glances at the coat pocket where he put his journal, anxiously.
"Oh, disappointing." He still didn't stop smiling. "I'll respect your wishes. Let's move on to something else, shall we? Do you have anything to ask about me?"
" Not really. I mean, if you could leave, that'd be . . .great," Stan frowns, wondering if that was rude.
Flare doesn't seem too affected. "Oh, I apologize if my presence is bothersome. You just seemed to interesting to ignore."
Politely, he asks if you have ever had any memory loss yourself. Stan seems. . .resigned.
"Sadly, I have no experience personally, though I once had a friend who had the unfortunate symptom of amnesia. If I may ask, how much do you remember?"
"I guess I can remember a few things. . .still not much, really just two months back. I. . .write about it in my journal." Stan looks away from you. "Uh, did your friend ever get better?"
"No. Sadly he died on a battlefield after learning he was a soldier."
"Oh." Stan is quiet for a moment.
* would you mind cutting the post chain? I just tried and it was confusing. I'm guessing you know how? *
Aovin stifles a laugh, "That was.... awful. I've missed you," He says, nodding at the offer
"Perhaps there is. But you're the one that caught my interest." He shrugs
She got him a replacement sandwich. "I know, it's hard not to miss me." She crossed her legs. "It's great to be able to get back together after all this time. I almost got lonely."
She sighed. "Why, 'cause I'm just a miserable monster drowning in booze?"
"Yeah, i've missed everyone ." He nods
"You don't seem like a monster."
"Blegh, don't go getting overly-mushy on me."
She slammed her freed hand on the table, where it changed into a werewolf arm. "How 'bout now?" She snarled.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Yazrin is outside, training against several of the animated target dummies.
Phantom, in his moon elf form, is sitting on a couch against the wall, watching everyone with a slight smile on his face.
Aricyra is sitting in a tree outside, her wings partly open.
*No one? Survival, I can give you descriptions of each if you want to interact with any of them.*
* It'd be nice, but I only have one character right now who's doing something. I wouldn't mind at all if you joined. Descriptions would be nice though anyway. . . *
Aovin stifles a laugh, "That was.... awful. I've missed you," He says, nodding at the offer
"Perhaps there is. But you're the one that caught my interest." He shrugs
She got him a replacement sandwich. "I know, it's hard not to miss me." She crossed her legs. "It's great to be able to get back together after all this time. I almost got lonely."
She sighed. "Why, 'cause I'm just a miserable monster drowning in booze?"
"Yeah, i've missed everyone ." He nods
"You don't seem like a monster."
"Blegh, don't go getting overly-mushy on me."
She slammed her freed hand on the table, where it changed into a werewolf arm. "How 'bout now?" She snarled.
"I won't, i won't" Aovin laughs
Simon raises an eyebrow, "So you're a lycanthrope. What of it?"
"No. Sadly he died on a battlefield after learning he was a soldier."
"Oh." Stan is quiet for a moment.
* would you mind cutting the post chain? I just tried and it was confusing. I'm guessing you know how? *
*Gotchya, bud.*
He chuckled. "A very much doubt you'll find yourself in a similar situation."
* thanks *
"Maybe. It's not like I'd remember if I would be, though. . ."
"Best not to think to much about it. A small piece of advice I learned from that friend, try not to focus to much on your lost memories, instead focus on making new ones."
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Aovin stifles a laugh, "That was.... awful. I've missed you," He says, nodding at the offer
"Perhaps there is. But you're the one that caught my interest." He shrugs
She got him a replacement sandwich. "I know, it's hard not to miss me." She crossed her legs. "It's great to be able to get back together after all this time. I almost got lonely."
She sighed. "Why, 'cause I'm just a miserable monster drowning in booze?"
"Yeah, i've missed everyone ." He nods
"You don't seem like a monster."
"Blegh, don't go getting overly-mushy on me."
She slammed her freed hand on the table, where it changed into a werewolf arm. "How 'bout now?" She snarled.
"I won't, i won't" Aovin laughs
Simon raises an eyebrow, "So you're a lycanthrope. What of it?"
"Good, 'cause then I'd die of boredom." Zaza laughs with him.
She withdrew her arm. "What of it?! I'm a werewolf! Just me being alive is a bad thing." She groaned and laid her head back on the table.
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"No. Sadly he died on a battlefield after learning he was a soldier."
"Oh." Stan is quiet for a moment.
* would you mind cutting the post chain? I just tried and it was confusing. I'm guessing you know how? *
*Gotchya, bud.*
He chuckled. "A very much doubt you'll find yourself in a similar situation."
* thanks *
"Maybe. It's not like I'd remember if I would be, though. . ."
"Best not to think to much about it. A small piece of advice I learned from that friend, try not to focus to much on your lost memories, instead focus on making new ones."
"That's hard too. I guess your friend just lost his memories, but it's hard to remember anything. . .like when you walk through a doorway and forget what you're doing. Like that, just worse."
"No. Sadly he died on a battlefield after learning he was a soldier."
"Oh." Stan is quiet for a moment.
* would you mind cutting the post chain? I just tried and it was confusing. I'm guessing you know how? *
*Gotchya, bud.*
He chuckled. "A very much doubt you'll find yourself in a similar situation."
* thanks *
"Maybe. It's not like I'd remember if I would be, though. . ."
"Best not to think to much about it. A small piece of advice I learned from that friend, try not to focus to much on your lost memories, instead focus on making new ones."
"That's hard too. I guess your friend just lost his memories, but it's hard to remember anything. . .like when you walk through a doorway and forget what you're doing. Like that, just worse."
"Exactly, don't let it slow you down, just keep on moving forward!"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Yazrin is outside, training against several of the animated target dummies.
Phantom, in his moon elf form, is sitting on a couch against the wall, watching everyone with a slight smile on his face.
Aricyra is sitting in a tree outside, her wings partly open.
*No one? Survival, I can give you descriptions of each if you want to interact with any of them.*
* It'd be nice, but I only have one character right now who's doing something. I wouldn't mind at all if you joined. Descriptions would be nice though anyway. . . *
*Alright, no problem. I have so many characters here actually. Like, at least a dozen different ones that I keep swapping in and out.*
*Yazrin is a 5'6 Drow with maroon eyes and dark silver hair. He wears scale mail and has a rapier and shortsword on his belt, and a longbow made of blackened Zerk (mushroom) wood on his back over a forest green cloak. He is obviously athletic, and almost moves with the grace of a hunting cat. 300-400 years old*
*Phantom (in his current form) is a 6'1 moon elf with pale silver-blue hair and deep green eyes. He wears light mithral chain mail and has two longswords on his belt. He looks to be about 200-300 years old.*
*Aricyra is a female tiefling with deep reddish-purple skin and fiery orange eyes. She has curling, backswept horns and deep violet hair that is usually kept in a ponytail that come down to just under her shoulder blades. She has a pair of large wings, and wears dark robes with gold and red metallic highlights. She has a rod tipped with some sort of infernal gemstone on her belt, as well as two very different, but equally ornate daggers. A light crossbow is slung on her back over a dark grey cloak.*
Aovin stifles a laugh, "That was.... awful. I've missed you," He says, nodding at the offer
"Perhaps there is. But you're the one that caught my interest." He shrugs
She got him a replacement sandwich. "I know, it's hard not to miss me." She crossed her legs. "It's great to be able to get back together after all this time. I almost got lonely."
She sighed. "Why, 'cause I'm just a miserable monster drowning in booze?"
"Yeah, i've missed everyone ." He nods
"You don't seem like a monster."
"Blegh, don't go getting overly-mushy on me."
She slammed her freed hand on the table, where it changed into a werewolf arm. "How 'bout now?" She snarled.
"I won't, i won't" Aovin laughs
Simon raises an eyebrow, "So you're a lycanthrope. What of it?"
"Good, 'cause then I'd die of boredom." Zaza laughs with him.
She withdrew her arm. "What of it?! I'm a werewolf! Just me being alive is a bad thing." She groaned and laid her head back on the table.
"Thats fair, it does get boring to just continueously be sappy"
"How? If you weren't meant to be alive, you wouldn't be."
*And...I'm back. more or less.*
She got him a replacement sandwich. "I know, it's hard not to miss me." She crossed her legs. "It's great to be able to get back together after all this time. I almost got lonely."
She sighed. "Why, 'cause I'm just a miserable monster drowning in booze?"
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"I guess I can remember a few things. . .still not much, really just two months back. I. . .write about it in my journal." Stan looks away from you. "Uh, did your friend ever get better?"
"Hero of the Heavens" (Title by Drummer)
Yazrin is outside, training against several of the animated target dummies.
Phantom, in his moon elf form, is sitting on a couch against the wall, watching everyone with a slight smile on his face.
Aricyra is sitting in a tree outside, her wings partly open.
"No. Sadly he died on a battlefield after learning he was a soldier."
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"Yeah, i've missed everyone ." He nods
"You don't seem like a monster."
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"Oh." Stan is quiet for a moment.
* would you mind cutting the post chain? I just tried and it was confusing. I'm guessing you know how? *
"Hero of the Heavens" (Title by Drummer)
*No one? Survival, I can give you descriptions of each if you want to interact with any of them.*
"Blegh, don't go getting overly-mushy on me."
She slammed her freed hand on the table, where it changed into a werewolf arm. "How 'bout now?" She snarled.
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*Gotchya, bud.*
He chuckled. "A very much doubt you'll find yourself in a similar situation."
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"Hero of the Heavens" (Title by Drummer)
* thanks *
"Maybe. It's not like I'd remember if I would be, though. . ."
"Hero of the Heavens" (Title by Drummer)
"I won't, i won't" Aovin laughs
Simon raises an eyebrow, "So you're a lycanthrope. What of it?"
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"Best not to think to much about it. A small piece of advice I learned from that friend, try not to focus to much on your lost memories, instead focus on making new ones."
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"Good, 'cause then I'd die of boredom." Zaza laughs with him.
She withdrew her arm. "What of it?! I'm a werewolf! Just me being alive is a bad thing." She groaned and laid her head back on the table.
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"That's hard too. I guess your friend just lost his memories, but it's hard to remember anything. . .like when you walk through a doorway and forget what you're doing. Like that, just worse."
"Hero of the Heavens" (Title by Drummer)
"Exactly, don't let it slow you down, just keep on moving forward!"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*Alright, no problem. I have so many characters here actually. Like, at least a dozen different ones that I keep swapping in and out.*
*Yazrin is a 5'6 Drow with maroon eyes and dark silver hair. He wears scale mail and has a rapier and shortsword on his belt, and a longbow made of blackened Zerk (mushroom) wood on his back over a forest green cloak. He is obviously athletic, and almost moves with the grace of a hunting cat. 300-400 years old*
*Phantom (in his current form) is a 6'1 moon elf with pale silver-blue hair and deep green eyes. He wears light mithral chain mail and has two longswords on his belt. He looks to be about 200-300 years old.*
*Aricyra is a female tiefling with deep reddish-purple skin and fiery orange eyes. She has curling, backswept horns and deep violet hair that is usually kept in a ponytail that come down to just under her shoulder blades. She has a pair of large wings, and wears dark robes with gold and red metallic highlights. She has a rod tipped with some sort of infernal gemstone on her belt, as well as two very different, but equally ornate daggers. A light crossbow is slung on her back over a dark grey cloak.*
*For better idea, Heroforge of Aricyra: https://www.heroforge.com/load_config=503680370/*
"Thats fair, it does get boring to just continueously be sappy"
"How? If you weren't meant to be alive, you wouldn't be."
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
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