*Overkill. How many are we allowed to have open. And if its more then one, here is my second.*
A man appears on the streets. His nationality looks Japanese or Korean at best. He has black hair with a blond-ish streak going through it, bright pink eyes, fair skin, and a handsome face. He well formed and muscular to the looks of it. He wears a black jacket with neon pink stripes down the sleeves, black pants, no shirt or under shirt, and thick boots. He wears thick round sunglasses over his eyes as a cigarette hangs limply out of his mouth. He has stud earrings in both ears. The tattoo of a heart is on his chest in gilded colors. A pistol sits, strapped to his hip while a knife sits on the other side,
*DANGIT, I knew I was forgetting something in the rules, hol' up.*
A truck skids to a stop in front of him, honking.
Wannabe snarls something in Korean before yelling at them. He sets his cigarette, lit end first, on the car hood, burning it a bit.
The window rolled down and a dwarf stuck his head out. "HEY! I've got a kid in here!"
"Like I care 3 foot and six inches. Is it your kid? It cant be because your face makes me want to throw myself off the highest building. Watch were your going you 400 something old ****" wannabe said
"Look, just get out of the way!"
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*Overkill. How many are we allowed to have open. And if its more then one, here is my second.*
A man appears on the streets. His nationality looks Japanese or Korean at best. He has black hair with a blond-ish streak going through it, bright pink eyes, fair skin, and a handsome face. He well formed and muscular to the looks of it. He wears a black jacket with neon pink stripes down the sleeves, black pants, no shirt or under shirt, and thick boots. He wears thick round sunglasses over his eyes as a cigarette hangs limply out of his mouth. He has stud earrings in both ears. The tattoo of a heart is on his chest in gilded colors. A pistol sits, strapped to his hip while a knife sits on the other side,
*DANGIT, I knew I was forgetting something in the rules, hol' up.*
A truck skids to a stop in front of him, honking.
Wannabe snarls something in Korean before yelling at them. He sets his cigarette, lit end first, on the car hood, burning it a bit.
The window rolled down and a dwarf stuck his head out. "HEY! I've got a kid in here!"
"Like I care 3 foot and six inches. Is it your kid? It cant be because your face makes me want to throw myself off the highest building. Watch were your going you 400 something old ****" wannabe said
Estelle sticks her head out of the other window. "Just get out of the road already!"
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Overkill. How many are we allowed to have open. And if its more then one, here is my second.*
A man appears on the streets. His nationality looks Japanese or Korean at best. He has black hair with a blond-ish streak going through it, bright pink eyes, fair skin, and a handsome face. He well formed and muscular to the looks of it. He wears a black jacket with neon pink stripes down the sleeves, black pants, no shirt or under shirt, and thick boots. He wears thick round sunglasses over his eyes as a cigarette hangs limply out of his mouth. He has stud earrings in both ears. The tattoo of a heart is on his chest in gilded colors. A pistol sits, strapped to his hip while a knife sits on the other side,
*DANGIT, I knew I was forgetting something in the rules, hol' up.*
A truck skids to a stop in front of him, honking.
Wannabe snarls something in Korean before yelling at them. He sets his cigarette, lit end first, on the car hood, burning it a bit.
The window rolled down and a dwarf stuck his head out. "HEY! I've got a kid in here!"
"Like I care 3 foot and six inches. Is it your kid? It cant be because your face makes me want to throw myself off the highest building. Watch were your going you 400 something old ****" wannabe said
"Look, just get out of the way!"
Wannabe flips him off and walks across, now very pissed
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A flash flashes like flashes do, and when the flash disappeared in a flash, a flashy elf was standing on top of a streetlight. She looks to be a bit on the younger side, and she carries herself with a deadly air. She also seems to radiate magic, too.
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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?
*DEVIL'S CHEESE I can't believe I missed the launch by three hours*
A crack sounds, followed by a bright flash of light like Saint Elmo's Fire on gasoline and steroids. In the wake of this outburst of energy, a man appears on the street, coughing up fits of blood on his hands and knees. The rain beats down on his back like a thousand angry hornets, as he wipes his own vitality from the corner of his mouth. He slowly, shakily gets to his feet, straightening his now-drenched suit jacket and tying back his gray hair. "That was ... unpleasant," he says, brushing himself off and marveling at the neon-lit empire built up around him. This was for sure: Seferis wasn't in Kansas anymore.
*So excited.*
*Glad you could make it still!*
A car honks as it skids to a stop behind him.
Seferis backs off, a bit wary. He's unused to such contraptions as ... motor vehicles (shudders)
A few knives fly out of his pockets, seemingly spontaneously, and point themselves at the car.
The window rolls down and a elf sticks her head out. "Could you move please? I'm running late!"
He stumbles out of the road as the knives clatter to the ground. He runs a hand through his hair, seemingly bewildered and looks around
The elf speeds off. Thare are many people and things walking around him, most of them ignoring him.
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*DEVIL'S CHEESE I can't believe I missed the launch by three hours*
A crack sounds, followed by a bright flash of light like Saint Elmo's Fire on gasoline and steroids. In the wake of this outburst of energy, a man appears on the street, coughing up fits of blood on his hands and knees. The rain beats down on his back like a thousand angry hornets, as he wipes his own vitality from the corner of his mouth. He slowly, shakily gets to his feet, straightening his now-drenched suit jacket and tying back his gray hair. "That was ... unpleasant," he says, brushing himself off and marveling at the neon-lit empire built up around him. This was for sure: Seferis wasn't in Kansas anymore.
*So excited.*
*Glad you could make it still!*
A car honks as it skids to a stop behind him.
Seferis backs off, a bit wary. He's unused to such contraptions as ... motor vehicles (shudders)
A few knives fly out of his pockets, seemingly spontaneously, and point themselves at the car.
The window rolls down and a elf sticks her head out. "Could you move please? I'm running late!"
He stumbles out of the road as the knives clatter to the ground. He runs a hand through his hair, seemingly bewildered and looks around
The elf speeds off. Thare are many people and things walking around him, most of them ignoring him.
He stumbles against a lamppost, looking around wide-eyed. Finally he runs up to a random person and grips them by the shoulders, a mad look in his eyes. "Where am I?" he demands, spittle flying with the words into the face of the unsuspecting civilian.
Estelle turns to the driver. "So, who is this Gerry guy?"
"He's probably the nicest person you could meet in the city, he runs this bar that takes in people like you 'till you get used to the city. You'll be safe with him, I can't think of anyone who doesn't like him."
"Is there anything I need to look out for? The place I came from was.... less than friendly."
"AH, HOLD ON, KID!" He skids to a stop in front of -Wendigo's character- and honks a bit.
After the interaction with that character, Estelle pulls her head back into the truck, and sighs. "Guess that question answered itself."
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Theren laughs and bumps her back. "I've killed dragons before."
They all go silent. Jack spoke up. "Y'know, if you manage to kill Qeidrig, you're gonna have to die."
"Yea well it wasn't a fun experience and I have no intention of repeating it."
*M'kay, I got my ramen, my stuffed cat, I'M TAKING ON THE WORLD AND GOD!*
Jack sighed."Yeah man, but still, you can't go around just announcing stuff like that. Someone'll take it the wrong way and shoot you right then and there."
D snickered. "He really is a headass."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*DEVIL'S CHEESE I can't believe I missed the launch by three hours*
A crack sounds, followed by a bright flash of light like Saint Elmo's Fire on gasoline and steroids. In the wake of this outburst of energy, a man appears on the street, coughing up fits of blood on his hands and knees. The rain beats down on his back like a thousand angry hornets, as he wipes his own vitality from the corner of his mouth. He slowly, shakily gets to his feet, straightening his now-drenched suit jacket and tying back his gray hair. "That was ... unpleasant," he says, brushing himself off and marveling at the neon-lit empire built up around him. This was for sure: Seferis wasn't in Kansas anymore.
*So excited.*
*Glad you could make it still!*
A car honks as it skids to a stop behind him.
Seferis backs off, a bit wary. He's unused to such contraptions as ... motor vehicles (shudders)
A few knives fly out of his pockets, seemingly spontaneously, and point themselves at the car.
The window rolls down and a elf sticks her head out. "Could you move please? I'm running late!"
He stumbles out of the road as the knives clatter to the ground. He runs a hand through his hair, seemingly bewildered and looks around
The elf speeds off. Thare are many people and things walking around him, most of them ignoring him.
He stumbles against a lamppost, looking around wide-eyed. Finally he runs up to a random person and grips them by the shoulders, a mad look in his eyes. "Where am I?" he demands, spittle flying with the words into the face of the unsuspecting civilian.
The poor kobold just stuttered a bit before shoving him off and going back to walking.
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Theren laughs and bumps her back. "I've killed dragons before."
They all go silent. Jack spoke up. "Y'know, if you manage to kill Qeidrig, you're gonna have to die."
"Yea well it wasn't a fun experience and I have no intention of repeating it."
*M'kay, I got my ramen, my stuffed cat, I'M TAKING ON THE WORLD AND GOD!*
Jack sighed."Yeah man, but still, you can't go around just announcing stuff like that. Someone'll take it the wrong way and shoot you right then and there."
D snickered. "He really is a headass."
"Alright alright. Can you teach me how to shoot a gun?"
Estelle turns to the driver. "So, who is this Gerry guy?"
"He's probably the nicest person you could meet in the city, he runs this bar that takes in people like you 'till you get used to the city. You'll be safe with him, I can't think of anyone who doesn't like him."
"Is there anything I need to look out for? The place I came from was.... less than friendly."
"AH, HOLD ON, KID!" He skids to a stop in front of -Wendigo's character- and honks a bit.
After the interaction with that character, Estelle pulls her head back into the truck, and sighs. "Guess that question answered itself."
"Sorry, he must've been a new one like you, normally people are smart enough to not stand in the middle of a street like that."
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*DEVIL'S CHEESE I can't believe I missed the launch by three hours*
A crack sounds, followed by a bright flash of light like Saint Elmo's Fire on gasoline and steroids. In the wake of this outburst of energy, a man appears on the street, coughing up fits of blood on his hands and knees. The rain beats down on his back like a thousand angry hornets, as he wipes his own vitality from the corner of his mouth. He slowly, shakily gets to his feet, straightening his now-drenched suit jacket and tying back his gray hair. "That was ... unpleasant," he says, brushing himself off and marveling at the neon-lit empire built up around him. This was for sure: Seferis wasn't in Kansas anymore.
*So excited.*
*Glad you could make it still!*
A car honks as it skids to a stop behind him.
Seferis backs off, a bit wary. He's unused to such contraptions as ... motor vehicles (shudders)
A few knives fly out of his pockets, seemingly spontaneously, and point themselves at the car.
The window rolls down and a elf sticks her head out. "Could you move please? I'm running late!"
He stumbles out of the road as the knives clatter to the ground. He runs a hand through his hair, seemingly bewildered and looks around
The elf speeds off. Thare are many people and things walking around him, most of them ignoring him.
He stumbles against a lamppost, looking around wide-eyed. Finally he runs up to a random person and grips them by the shoulders, a mad look in his eyes. "Where am I?" he demands, spittle flying with the words into the face of the unsuspecting civilian.
The poor kobold just stuttered a bit before shoving him off and going back to walking.
He calms himself down, breathing deeply. Finally, he decides he'll get something to drink, and then maybe figure out what happened. He looks around for a nearby coffee shop or something.
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Theren laughs and bumps her back. "I've killed dragons before."
They all go silent. Jack spoke up. "Y'know, if you manage to kill Qeidrig, you're gonna have to die."
"Yea well it wasn't a fun experience and I have no intention of repeating it."
*M'kay, I got my ramen, my stuffed cat, I'M TAKING ON THE WORLD AND GOD!*
Jack sighed."Yeah man, but still, you can't go around just announcing stuff like that. Someone'll take it the wrong way and shoot you right then and there."
D snickered. "He really is a headass."
"Alright alright. Can you teach me how to shoot a gun?"
D stretched a bit. "Nah, not yet, we aren't meant for that. Lean might do it, or maybe he'll get someone to."
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"Look, just get out of the way!"
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 sticks her head out of the other window. "Just get out of the road already!"
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)
Wannabe flips him off and walks across, now very pissed
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Water please, thank you," The smiles respectfully
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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
#FreeDND
Theren is browsing in the gun shop.
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A flash flashes like flashes do, and when the flash disappeared in a flash, a flashy elf was standing on top of a streetlight. She looks to be a bit on the younger side, and she carries herself with a deadly air. She also seems to radiate magic, too.
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 elf speeds off. Thare are many people and things walking around him, most of them ignoring him.
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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.
Gerry smiles and gets him a glass of cold water with some ice. "So, how do you like City 78 so far?"
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I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
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Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
He stumbles against a lamppost, looking around wide-eyed. Finally he runs up to a random person and grips them by the shoulders, a mad look in his eyes. "Where am I?" he demands, spittle flying with the words into the face of the unsuspecting civilian.
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"
"Seems nice so far. Lots of hustle and bustle."
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
#FreeDND
After the interaction with that character, Estelle pulls her head back into the truck, and sighs. "Guess that question answered itself."
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)
*M'kay, I got my ramen, my stuffed cat, I'M TAKING ON THE WORLD AND GOD!*
Jack sighed."Yeah man, but still, you can't go around just announcing stuff like that. Someone'll take it the wrong way and shoot you right then and there."
D snickered. "He really is a headass."
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.
The poor kobold just stuttered a bit before shoving him off and going back to walking.
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.
"Yep, that's 78 for you, we've always been known for our persistence."
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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 alright. Can you teach me how to shoot a gun?"
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Sorry, he must've been a new one like you, normally people are smart enough to not stand in the middle of a street like that."
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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.
"I can see so," He sips his water, "Oh, i realize i never gave you my name, how rude. You can call me Aibel."
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
#FreeDND
He calms himself down, breathing deeply. Finally, he decides he'll get something to drink, and then maybe figure out what happened. He looks around for a nearby coffee shop or something.
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"
D stretched a bit. "Nah, not yet, we aren't meant for that. Lean might do it, or maybe he'll get someone to."
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.