A fine mist begins to linger in the room. After a few minutes, the mist coalesces into an ethereal, wispy figure. The figure appears to be a six foot tall human man, with long dark hair, white skin, and dark glasses. He wears a suit with a vest and bow tie. It gasps and sucks in a long breath, before saying. "Would you kindly tell me where and when I am?'
Issac, whose body was repairing itself, looked over.
He was 6'0 male humanoid who wore a black and white striped hoodie, black slacks, thick black boots and a disturbingly realistic ceramic white human mask. He had metal gauntlet hands that were made to look like demon claws. A demonic spell book bound in gold and black leather sat a few feet away from his body.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A fine mist begins to linger in the room. After a few minutes, the mist coalesces into an ethereal, wispy figure. The figure appears to be a six foot tall human man, with long dark hair, white skin, and dark glasses. He wears a suit with a vest and bow tie. It gasps and sucks in a long breath, before saying. "Would you kindly tell me where and when I am?'
Issac, whose body was repairing itself, looked over.
He was 6'0 male humanoid who wore a black and white striped hoodie, black slacks, thick black boots and a disturbingly realistic ceramic white human mask. He had metal gauntlet hands that were made to look like demon claws. A demonic spell book bound in gold and black leather sat a few feet away from his body.
He waves lightly at Isaac, before rubbing his forehead. "Seas and skies, that's quite a headache," he mumbles to himself. "What is this ... backrooms?"
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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 fine mist begins to linger in the room. After a few minutes, the mist coalesces into an ethereal, wispy figure. The figure appears to be a six foot tall human man, with long dark hair, white skin, and dark glasses. He wears a suit with a vest and bow tie. It gasps and sucks in a long breath, before saying. "Would you kindly tell me where and when I am?'
Issac, whose body was repairing itself, looked over.
He was 6'0 male humanoid who wore a black and white striped hoodie, black slacks, thick black boots and a disturbingly realistic ceramic white human mask. He had metal gauntlet hands that were made to look like demon claws. A demonic spell book bound in gold and black leather sat a few feet away from his body.
He waves lightly at Isaac, before rubbing his forehead. "Seas and skies, that's quite a headache," he mumbles to himself. "What is this ... backrooms?"
a disturbing apparition seems to morph from Issac's body. It has blue-green skin that doesn't seem to faze well with reality around them, its mouth has been torn open in a gruesome way to reveal a pair of sharp, blood stained tusks and two rows of humanoid teeth. It stands guard over Issac as Issac's body keeps making sickening cracks and repairs itself like a doll's body.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A fine mist begins to linger in the room. After a few minutes, the mist coalesces into an ethereal, wispy figure. The figure appears to be a six foot tall human man, with long dark hair, white skin, and dark glasses. He wears a suit with a vest and bow tie. It gasps and sucks in a long breath, before saying. "Would you kindly tell me where and when I am?'
A half-elf in a dark green cloak turns around. "Welcome to the backrooms. Your never getting out." He says wearily.
"Hmm, very well then. That's ... a rather bleak outlook." slits are visible on the figure's wrists.
"Yea well your only on level 1. There are infinite levels."
A fine mist begins to linger in the room. After a few minutes, the mist coalesces into an ethereal, wispy figure. The figure appears to be a six foot tall human man, with long dark hair, white skin, and dark glasses. He wears a suit with a vest and bow tie. It gasps and sucks in a long breath, before saying. "Would you kindly tell me where and when I am?'
Issac, whose body was repairing itself, looked over.
He was 6'0 male humanoid who wore a black and white striped hoodie, black slacks, thick black boots and a disturbingly realistic ceramic white human mask. He had metal gauntlet hands that were made to look like demon claws. A demonic spell book bound in gold and black leather sat a few feet away from his body.
He waves lightly at Isaac, before rubbing his forehead. "Seas and skies, that's quite a headache," he mumbles to himself. "What is this ... backrooms?"
a disturbing apparition seems to morph from Issac's body. It has blue-green skin that doesn't seem to faze well with reality around them, its mouth has been torn open in a gruesome way to reveal a pair of sharp, blood stained tusks and two rows of humanoid teeth. It stands guard over Issac as Issac's body keeps making sickening cracks and repairs itself like a doll's body.
"Hmm, that is an ... interesting ... healing process. Pardon me, I'll not bother you."
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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 fine mist begins to linger in the room. After a few minutes, the mist coalesces into an ethereal, wispy figure. The figure appears to be a six foot tall human man, with long dark hair, white skin, and dark glasses. He wears a suit with a vest and bow tie. It gasps and sucks in a long breath, before saying. "Would you kindly tell me where and when I am?'
A half-elf in a dark green cloak turns around. "Welcome to the backrooms. Your never getting out." He says wearily.
"Hmm, very well then. That's ... a rather bleak outlook." slits are visible on the figure's wrists.
"Yea well your only on level 1. There are infinite levels."
"Infinite levels of what, exactly?"
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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 fine mist begins to linger in the room. After a few minutes, the mist coalesces into an ethereal, wispy figure. The figure appears to be a six foot tall human man, with long dark hair, white skin, and dark glasses. He wears a suit with a vest and bow tie. It gasps and sucks in a long breath, before saying. "Would you kindly tell me where and when I am?'
Issac, whose body was repairing itself, looked over.
He was 6'0 male humanoid who wore a black and white striped hoodie, black slacks, thick black boots and a disturbingly realistic ceramic white human mask. He had metal gauntlet hands that were made to look like demon claws. A demonic spell book bound in gold and black leather sat a few feet away from his body.
He waves lightly at Isaac, before rubbing his forehead. "Seas and skies, that's quite a headache," he mumbles to himself. "What is this ... backrooms?"
a disturbing apparition seems to morph from Issac's body. It has blue-green skin that doesn't seem to faze well with reality around them, its mouth has been torn open in a gruesome way to reveal a pair of sharp, blood stained tusks and two rows of humanoid teeth. It stands guard over Issac as Issac's body keeps making sickening cracks and repairs itself like a doll's body.
"Hmm, that is an ... interesting ... healing process. Pardon me, I'll not bother you."
"No no, you are fine" The apparition says "he will take a minute, his neck has snapped"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A fine mist begins to linger in the room. After a few minutes, the mist coalesces into an ethereal, wispy figure. The figure appears to be a six foot tall human man, with long dark hair, white skin, and dark glasses. He wears a suit with a vest and bow tie. It gasps and sucks in a long breath, before saying. "Would you kindly tell me where and when I am?'
A half-elf in a dark green cloak turns around. "Welcome to the backrooms. Your never getting out." He says wearily.
"Hmm, very well then. That's ... a rather bleak outlook." slits are visible on the figure's wrists.
"Yea well your only on level 1. There are infinite levels."
A fine mist begins to linger in the room. After a few minutes, the mist coalesces into an ethereal, wispy figure. The figure appears to be a six foot tall human man, with long dark hair, white skin, and dark glasses. He wears a suit with a vest and bow tie. It gasps and sucks in a long breath, before saying. "Would you kindly tell me where and when I am?'
A half-elf in a dark green cloak turns around. "Welcome to the backrooms. Your never getting out." He says wearily.
"Hmm, very well then. That's ... a rather bleak outlook." slits are visible on the figure's wrists.
"Yea well your only on level 1. There are infinite levels."
"Infinite levels of what, exactly?"
"The backrooms."
The apparition groans slightly, "Precisely, what are the backrooms?"
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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 fine mist begins to linger in the room. After a few minutes, the mist coalesces into an ethereal, wispy figure. The figure appears to be a six foot tall human man, with long dark hair, white skin, and dark glasses. He wears a suit with a vest and bow tie. It gasps and sucks in a long breath, before saying. "Would you kindly tell me where and when I am?'
A half-elf in a dark green cloak turns around. "Welcome to the backrooms. Your never getting out." He says wearily.
"Hmm, very well then. That's ... a rather bleak outlook." slits are visible on the figure's wrists.
"Yea well your only on level 1. There are infinite levels."
"Infinite levels of what, exactly?"
"The backrooms."
The apparition groans slightly, "Precisely, what are the backrooms?"
A fine mist begins to linger in the room. After a few minutes, the mist coalesces into an ethereal, wispy figure. The figure appears to be a six foot tall human man, with long dark hair, white skin, and dark glasses. He wears a suit with a vest and bow tie. It gasps and sucks in a long breath, before saying. "Would you kindly tell me where and when I am?'
Issac, whose body was repairing itself, looked over.
He was 6'0 male humanoid who wore a black and white striped hoodie, black slacks, thick black boots and a disturbingly realistic ceramic white human mask. He had metal gauntlet hands that were made to look like demon claws. A demonic spell book bound in gold and black leather sat a few feet away from his body.
He waves lightly at Isaac, before rubbing his forehead. "Seas and skies, that's quite a headache," he mumbles to himself. "What is this ... backrooms?"
a disturbing apparition seems to morph from Issac's body. It has blue-green skin that doesn't seem to faze well with reality around them, its mouth has been torn open in a gruesome way to reveal a pair of sharp, blood stained tusks and two rows of humanoid teeth. It stands guard over Issac as Issac's body keeps making sickening cracks and repairs itself like a doll's body.
"Hmm, that is an ... interesting ... healing process. Pardon me, I'll not bother you."
"No no, you are fine" The apparition says "he will take a minute, his neck has snapped"
"...I see."
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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 fine mist begins to linger in the room. After a few minutes, the mist coalesces into an ethereal, wispy figure. The figure appears to be a six foot tall human man, with long dark hair, white skin, and dark glasses. He wears a suit with a vest and bow tie. It gasps and sucks in a long breath, before saying. "Would you kindly tell me where and when I am?'
*Description: A small figure (like 4"5), they have an oversized black cloak that drags along the ground and covers most of their body, except for their feet, which pop out of the bottom a bit as they walk, the small black shoes somehow ominously tapping along the ground. Their hood would normally cover up all of their features except for their mouth, which has a manic smile. but right now it's down, revealing that he looks to be somewhere between 10-14, he has short, fluffy black hair and grey eyes. A 8 foot tall patchwork teddy bear with a top hat follows behind him.*
Rever smiles and waves. "Bonjour, bienvenue étranger, vous êtes maintenant coincé ici avec nous pour l'instant."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A fine mist begins to linger in the room. After a few minutes, the mist coalesces into an ethereal, wispy figure. The figure appears to be a six foot tall human man, with long dark hair, white skin, and dark glasses. He wears a suit with a vest and bow tie. It gasps and sucks in a long breath, before saying. "Would you kindly tell me where and when I am?'
*Description: A small figure (like 4"5), they have an oversized black cloak that drags along the ground and covers most of their body, except for their feet, which pop out of the bottom a bit as they walk, the small black shoes somehow ominously tapping along the ground. Their hood would normally cover up all of their features except for their mouth, which has a manic smile. but right now it's down, revealing that he looks to be somewhere between 10-14, he has short, fluffy black hair and grey eyes. A 8 foot tall patchwork teddy bear with a top hat follows behind him.*
Rever smiles and waves. "Bonjour, bienvenue étranger, vous êtes maintenant coincé ici avec nous pour l'instant."
He smiles back at Rever. "Il semble que oui, mon ami cagoulé"
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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.
Issac, whose body was repairing itself, looked over.
He was 6'0 male humanoid who wore a black and white striped hoodie, black slacks, thick black boots and a disturbingly realistic ceramic white human mask. He had metal gauntlet hands that were made to look like demon claws. A demonic spell book bound in gold and black leather sat a few feet away from his body.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He waves lightly at Isaac, before rubbing his forehead. "Seas and skies, that's quite a headache," he mumbles to himself. "What is this ... backrooms?"
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 disturbing apparition seems to morph from Issac's body. It has blue-green skin that doesn't seem to faze well with reality around them, its mouth has been torn open in a gruesome way to reveal a pair of sharp, blood stained tusks and two rows of humanoid teeth. It stands guard over Issac as Issac's body keeps making sickening cracks and repairs itself like a doll's body.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Yea well your only on level 1. There are infinite levels."
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Hmm, that is an ... interesting ... healing process. Pardon me, I'll not bother you."
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"
"Infinite levels of what, exactly?"
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"
"No no, you are fine" The apparition says "he will take a minute, his neck has snapped"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"The backrooms."
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
*I'm back!*
Estelle is wandering around, trying her best not to get lost.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"You might wanna stick with us!" Theren calls.
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
The apparition groans slightly, "Precisely, what are the backrooms?"
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 bunch of rooms filled with deadly entities."
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"...I see."
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"
*Description: A small figure (like 4"5), they have an oversized black cloak that drags along the ground and covers most of their body, except for their feet, which pop out of the bottom a bit as they walk, the small black shoes somehow ominously tapping along the ground. Their hood would normally cover up all of their features except for their mouth, which has a manic smile. but right now it's down, revealing that he looks to be somewhere between 10-14, he has short, fluffy black hair and grey eyes. A 8 foot tall patchwork teddy bear with a top hat follows behind him.*
Rever smiles and waves. "Bonjour, bienvenue étranger, vous êtes maintenant coincé ici avec nous pour l'instant."
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.
Estelle turns around. "Alrighty." She then climbs onto the ceiling and follows Theren.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Theren takes a left and starts walking down a hallway
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Sooo.... might as well get to know each other better if we're gonna be stuck here for a while. My name's Estelle."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Names Theren."
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
" names galax"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
He smiles back at Rever. "Il semble que oui, mon ami cagoulé"
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"