I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Samaritan is out on the dock by the sea, gutting fish and throwing them into a cooler. He is currently removing the bones of a sea bass and then guts it, throwing it into the cooler beside him. He seems to have at least seven fish now of different types.
The Herald is sitting on the roof of the tavern, watching the sky become darker with clouds rolling in. He is reading one of the books that Grimes bought, some of the pages dog-eared on certain spots to come back to later.
Father Luciano is outside in the forest, humming to himself as he picks up branches to bring back to the church for kindling. He is dressed in his robes, a black turtle neck, and soft trousers.
Samaritan is out on the dock by the sea, gutting fish and throwing them into a cooler. He is currently removing the bones of a sea bass and then guts it, throwing it into the cooler beside him. He seems to have at least seven fish now of different types.
The Herald is sitting on the roof of the tavern, watching the sky become darker with clouds rolling in. He is reading one of the books that Grimes bought, some of the pages dog-eared on certain spots to come back to later.
Father Luciano is outside in the forest, humming to himself as he picks up branches to bring back to the church for kindling. He is dressed in his robes, a black turtle neck, and soft trousers.
Rio is submerged, hunting for eels.
Mauric is up there too, covering up his plants to protect them from rain or snow.
The sounds of forging ring loudly through the cold air.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Samaritan is out on the dock by the sea, gutting fish and throwing them into a cooler. He is currently removing the bones of a sea bass and then guts it, throwing it into the cooler beside him. He seems to have at least seven fish now of different types.
The Herald is sitting on the roof of the tavern, watching the sky become darker with clouds rolling in. He is reading one of the books that Grimes bought, some of the pages dog-eared on certain spots to come back to later.
Father Luciano is outside in the forest, humming to himself as he picks up branches to bring back to the church for kindling. He is dressed in his robes, a black turtle neck, and soft trousers.
Rio is submerged, hunting for eels.
Mauric is up there too, covering up his plants to protect them from rain or snow.
The sounds of forging ring loudly through the cold air.
Samaritan reels in another one, ripping it off the hook and killing it instantly.
The Herald tilts his head, watching through the dark eyeholes of his mask.
I do so so much! My character, Bookwyrm, isn't getting a lot of attention, so I very much want to have someone to talk about Bookwyrm!
*Gonna mark when you're talking OOC, people have been busy, but here ya go.*
Rag is working out to keep up his muscle mass in the forest, though the ground around him isn't magma, there certainly isn't any snow, the heat radiating off of him nearly overwhelming as he does an inhuman workout, his strength, speed, and every other aspect of his physical abilities beyond nearly anyone else.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*My character, Bookwyrm, isn't getting a lot of attention, so can people please rp with me?*
*Hello there. Welcome to the Lord's Rest Inn. I have been around here for about 4 years now and I have some advice.
If you want for somebody to rp with you, would will want to create a scenario for others to join in with. You can ask and somebody might be willing but its more so that you need to create a way for others to join in.*
Samaritan is out on the dock by the sea, gutting fish and throwing them into a cooler. He is currently removing the bones of a sea bass and then guts it, throwing it into the cooler beside him. He seems to have at least seven fish now of different types.
The Herald is sitting on the roof of the tavern, watching the sky become darker with clouds rolling in. He is reading one of the books that Grimes bought, some of the pages dog-eared on certain spots to come back to later.
Father Luciano is outside in the forest, humming to himself as he picks up branches to bring back to the church for kindling. He is dressed in his robes, a black turtle neck, and soft trousers.
Rio is submerged, hunting for eels.
Mauric is up there too, covering up his plants to protect them from rain or snow.
The sounds of forging ring loudly through the cold air.
Samaritan reels in another one, ripping it off the hook and killing it instantly.
The Herald tilts his head, watching through the dark eyeholes of his mask.
Luciano looks up, curious and follows it.
Riotan surfaces and clambers onto the dock, shivering. “Guess that’s what you get from swimming in December...”
Mauric doesn’t notice him, too concerned with his assorted herbs and stalks.
Loriche is crafting a very, very, very long chain.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Samaritan is out on the dock by the sea, gutting fish and throwing them into a cooler. He is currently removing the bones of a sea bass and then guts it, throwing it into the cooler beside him. He seems to have at least seven fish now of different types.
The Herald is sitting on the roof of the tavern, watching the sky become darker with clouds rolling in. He is reading one of the books that Grimes bought, some of the pages dog-eared on certain spots to come back to later.
Father Luciano is outside in the forest, humming to himself as he picks up branches to bring back to the church for kindling. He is dressed in his robes, a black turtle neck, and soft trousers.
Rio is submerged, hunting for eels.
Mauric is up there too, covering up his plants to protect them from rain or snow.
The sounds of forging ring loudly through the cold air.
Samaritan reels in another one, ripping it off the hook and killing it instantly.
The Herald tilts his head, watching through the dark eyeholes of his mask.
Luciano looks up, curious and follows it.
Riotan surfaces and clambers onto the dock, shivering. “Guess that’s what you get from swimming in December...”
Mauric doesn’t notice him, too concerned with his assorted herbs and stalks.
Loriche is crafting a very, very, very long chain.
Samaritan chuckles and nods. He takes off his jacket and hands it to him.
"A chef?" he tilts his head, speaking up.
Luciano tilts his head "Hello there."
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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*Ah, and you like living in a home I assume, so work you must do. Wanna rp?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Firstly, hello friend, good to see you again, secondly, boss fight started on other thread.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I know, just stopped by for clay's initiative :D*
*hello <3*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
(hru)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Coolio, just want to keep my thread from dying just yet, anyway how are you doin?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Samaritan is out on the dock by the sea, gutting fish and throwing them into a cooler. He is currently removing the bones of a sea bass and then guts it, throwing it into the cooler beside him. He seems to have at least seven fish now of different types.
The Herald is sitting on the roof of the tavern, watching the sky become darker with clouds rolling in. He is reading one of the books that Grimes bought, some of the pages dog-eared on certain spots to come back to later.
Father Luciano is outside in the forest, humming to himself as he picks up branches to bring back to the church for kindling. He is dressed in his robes, a black turtle neck, and soft trousers.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*My flesh is PURE! I MADE you!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Rio is submerged, hunting for eels.
Mauric is up there too, covering up his plants to protect them from rain or snow.
The sounds of forging ring loudly through the cold air.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hello to you too Baalze.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I'm good, hru?*
*A little tired, but ok*
*Hope things get better.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Anybody want to rp? You don't have to pick the characters if you don't want to if you do want to.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Samaritan reels in another one, ripping it off the hook and killing it instantly.
The Herald tilts his head, watching through the dark eyeholes of his mask.
Luciano looks up, curious and follows it.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*My character, Bookwyrm, isn't getting a lot of attention, so can people please rp with me?*
Dragons, kobolds, and draconic things everywhere!
*Gonna mark when you're talking OOC, people have been busy, but here ya go.*
Rag is working out to keep up his muscle mass in the forest, though the ground around him isn't magma, there certainly isn't any snow, the heat radiating off of him nearly overwhelming as he does an inhuman workout, his strength, speed, and every other aspect of his physical abilities beyond nearly anyone else.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Hello there. Welcome to the Lord's Rest Inn. I have been around here for about 4 years now and I have some advice.
If you want for somebody to rp with you, would will want to create a scenario for others to join in with. You can ask and somebody might be willing but its more so that you need to create a way for others to join in.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Riotan surfaces and clambers onto the dock, shivering. “Guess that’s what you get from swimming in December...”
Mauric doesn’t notice him, too concerned with his assorted herbs and stalks.
Loriche is crafting a very, very, very long chain.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Samaritan chuckles and nods. He takes off his jacket and hands it to him.
"A chef?" he tilts his head, speaking up.
Luciano tilts his head "Hello there."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘