*I am quite well! I’m going to intro a new character soon*
*Thats fun, I just introed a new character, would you like to rp soon?*
*sure!*
*Who would you like?*
*is it possible you could pick? Sorry, I’m just a bit busy right now, getting ready for a New Year’s Eve party*
*Nah it’s good, just wanted to know if you wanted anyone specific.*
The Hunter is carving something out of bone with his knife, humming to himself as he does so, his silver eyes piercing like usual.
Darius has been working out since this morning, he hasn’t taken a single break, by all means he should be dead or unconscious, yet he’s neither, still going strong.
Vanilla, looking bored, is looking over the Hunter’s shoulder to see what he’s making.
Mother Misery is keeping an eye on him, mostly healed from previously healing him.
*I am quite well! I’m going to intro a new character soon*
*Thats fun, I just introed a new character, would you like to rp soon?*
*sure!*
*Who would you like?*
*is it possible you could pick? Sorry, I’m just a bit busy right now, getting ready for a New Year’s Eve party*
*Nah it’s good, just wanted to know if you wanted anyone specific.*
The Hunter is carving something out of bone with his knife, humming to himself as he does so, his silver eyes piercing like usual.
Darius has been working out since this morning, he hasn’t taken a single break, by all means he should be dead or unconscious, yet he’s neither, still going strong.
Vanilla, looking bored, is looking over the Hunter’s shoulder to see what he’s making.
Mother Misery is keeping an eye on him, mostly healed from previously healing him.
It appears to be the skull of a creature foreign from his own knowledge, at least in base appearance, when all flesh is gone.
He begins to slow down, the fatigue hitting him all at once, his arms beginning to wobble and muscles beginning to seriously tear.
*A bit sad. I'm glad that you think Felix is a great character. It's hard to make a character that's loveable like he is. I haven't had that sort of connection to a character in a long time.*
*I genuinely am sad to see him go, even if he’ll be back later. He was your best written character, and really grew as he lived, his chats with Rag will be missed for certain. The last time he was hurting this bad his son had died. Wanna rp? I just introed a new character, my final DD character.*
*I'd like to RP. I have a character I've been sitting on for a while who would do good with some development.*
*A bit sad. I'm glad that you think Felix is a great character. It's hard to make a character that's loveable like he is. I haven't had that sort of connection to a character in a long time.*
*I genuinely am sad to see him go, even if he’ll be back later. He was your best written character, and really grew as he lived, his chats with Rag will be missed for certain. The last time he was hurting this bad his son had died. Wanna rp? I just introed a new character, my final DD character.*
*I'd like to RP. I have a character I've been sitting on for a while who would do good with some development.*
*Would you like anyone specific? I know your character is going to be good, so I’d want a fitting character for interaction.*
*I am quite well! I’m going to intro a new character soon*
*Thats fun, I just introed a new character, would you like to rp soon?*
*sure!*
*Who would you like?*
*is it possible you could pick? Sorry, I’m just a bit busy right now, getting ready for a New Year’s Eve party*
*Nah it’s good, just wanted to know if you wanted anyone specific.*
The Hunter is carving something out of bone with his knife, humming to himself as he does so, his silver eyes piercing like usual.
Darius has been working out since this morning, he hasn’t taken a single break, by all means he should be dead or unconscious, yet he’s neither, still going strong.
Vanilla, looking bored, is looking over the Hunter’s shoulder to see what he’s making.
Mother Misery is keeping an eye on him, mostly healed from previously healing him.
It appears to be the skull of a creature foreign from his own knowledge, at least in base appearance, when all flesh is gone.
He begins to slow down, the fatigue hitting him all at once, his arms beginning to wobble and muscles beginning to seriously tear.
“What… what is that?” They ask, taking a sip of some hot cocoa.
she takes a few steps towards him. “You should rest...”
*I am quite well! I’m going to intro a new character soon*
*Thats fun, I just introed a new character, would you like to rp soon?*
*sure!*
*Who would you like?*
*is it possible you could pick? Sorry, I’m just a bit busy right now, getting ready for a New Year’s Eve party*
*Nah it’s good, just wanted to know if you wanted anyone specific.*
The Hunter is carving something out of bone with his knife, humming to himself as he does so, his silver eyes piercing like usual.
Darius has been working out since this morning, he hasn’t taken a single break, by all means he should be dead or unconscious, yet he’s neither, still going strong.
Vanilla, looking bored, is looking over the Hunter’s shoulder to see what he’s making.
Mother Misery is keeping an eye on him, mostly healed from previously healing him.
It appears to be the skull of a creature foreign from his own knowledge, at least in base appearance, when all flesh is gone.
He begins to slow down, the fatigue hitting him all at once, his arms beginning to wobble and muscles beginning to seriously tear.
“What… what is that?” They ask, taking a sip of some hot cocoa.
she takes a few steps towards him. “You should rest...”
They look up to them, bowing their head respectfully, as they cannot fully bow “The skull of a Cleric Beast, not often you can obtain one.” His voice surprisingly sophisticated.
His eyes shoot daggers at her, still angry she hurt herself that much to help him “Rest isn’t an option anymore.”
*I am quite well! I’m going to intro a new character soon*
*Thats fun, I just introed a new character, would you like to rp soon?*
*sure!*
*Who would you like?*
*is it possible you could pick? Sorry, I’m just a bit busy right now, getting ready for a New Year’s Eve party*
*Nah it’s good, just wanted to know if you wanted anyone specific.*
The Hunter is carving something out of bone with his knife, humming to himself as he does so, his silver eyes piercing like usual.
Darius has been working out since this morning, he hasn’t taken a single break, by all means he should be dead or unconscious, yet he’s neither, still going strong.
Vanilla, looking bored, is looking over the Hunter’s shoulder to see what he’s making.
Mother Misery is keeping an eye on him, mostly healed from previously healing him.
It appears to be the skull of a creature foreign from his own knowledge, at least in base appearance, when all flesh is gone.
He begins to slow down, the fatigue hitting him all at once, his arms beginning to wobble and muscles beginning to seriously tear.
“What… what is that?” They ask, taking a sip of some hot cocoa.
she takes a few steps towards him. “You should rest...”
They look up to them, bowing their head respectfully, as they cannot fully bow “The skull of a Cleric Beast, not often you can obtain one.” His voice surprisingly sophisticated.
His eyes shoot daggers at her, still angry she hurt herself that much to help him “Rest isn’t an option anymore.”
“Sounds exotic… where’d you get it?” They sit down next to them, eating a chocolate.
”listen, if you don’t, you’re going to hurt yourself even more.”
*I'd like to RP. I have a character I've been sitting on for a while who would do good with some development.*
*Would you like anyone specific? I know your character is going to be good, so I’d want a fitting character for interaction.*
*Well, this character is based on that old Sin Eater concept I've had for a while, where he absorbs the crimes of the people around him without necessarily changing their current or future behavior. He's a holy man, a punk, a baker, and a couple other cool things I'm keeping secret.*
“You know having a lot of sugar can become unhealthy. Though it may not be my place to speak, I claimed it among the streets of Yharnam.”
“And what does that matter.” He shoots back with anger he doesn’t really feel, more worried, and that’s obvious.
“Yharnam?… never heard of that before. What’s that place like?” To address his comment about how sugar can be unhealthy, Vanilla drinks the entirety of the hot cocoa in one long, drawn out sip, before it magically refills itself, not breaking eye contact the whole time.
*I'd like to RP. I have a character I've been sitting on for a while who would do good with some development.*
*Would you like anyone specific? I know your character is going to be good, so I’d want a fitting character for interaction.*
*Well, this character is based on that old Sin Eater concept I've had for a while, where he absorbs the crimes of the people around him without necessarily changing their current or future behavior. He's a holy man, a punk, a baker, and a couple other cool things I'm keeping secret.*
*Oh that sounds fun, so he can function as some sort of conceptual parasite, consuming the crimes of those around him on a constant and if they don’t change they can continue to do so. Interesting.*
“You know having a lot of sugar can become unhealthy. Though it may not be my place to speak, I claimed it among the streets of Yharnam.”
“And what does that matter.” He shoots back with anger he doesn’t really feel, more worried, and that’s obvious.
“Yharnam?… never heard of that before. What’s that place like?” To address his comment about how sugar can be unhealthy, Vanilla drinks the entirety of the hot cocoa in one long, drawn out sip, before it magically refills itself, not breaking eye contact the whole time.
”I… why are you doing this? To yourself?”
He chuckles at the display “Your teeth at risk I suppose. Though it was quite the impressive feat, I doubt I could do that even if I wanted to.” He puts the knife as well as the skull down “It is absolutely awful, every day worse than the last, and my home.”
“Because no one else wants to take up all the responsibility, I’m best qualified, so I’ve got to be the best for the people I protect.” He says, his arms finally buckling, his face landing in the snow.
“You know having a lot of sugar can become unhealthy. Though it may not be my place to speak, I claimed it among the streets of Yharnam.”
“And what does that matter.” He shoots back with anger he doesn’t really feel, more worried, and that’s obvious.
“Yharnam?… never heard of that before. What’s that place like?” To address his comment about how sugar can be unhealthy, Vanilla drinks the entirety of the hot cocoa in one long, drawn out sip, before it magically refills itself, not breaking eye contact the whole time.
”I… why are you doing this? To yourself?”
He chuckles at the display “Your teeth at risk I suppose. Though it was quite the impressive feat, I doubt I could do that even if I wanted to.” He puts the knife as well as the skull down “It is absolutely awful, every day worse than the last, and my home.”
“Because no one else wants to take up all the responsibility, I’m best qualified, so I’ve got to be the best for the people I protect.” He says, his arms finally buckling, his face landing in the snow.
“Mm, and what made it sooooo bad?
she rushes over and helps him up, sitting him on a nearby bench. “Stop… for a little while, at least.”
“You know having a lot of sugar can become unhealthy. Though it may not be my place to speak, I claimed it among the streets of Yharnam.”
“And what does that matter.” He shoots back with anger he doesn’t really feel, more worried, and that’s obvious.
“Yharnam?… never heard of that before. What’s that place like?” To address his comment about how sugar can be unhealthy, Vanilla drinks the entirety of the hot cocoa in one long, drawn out sip, before it magically refills itself, not breaking eye contact the whole time.
”I… why are you doing this? To yourself?”
He chuckles at the display “Your teeth at risk I suppose. Though it was quite the impressive feat, I doubt I could do that even if I wanted to.” He puts the knife as well as the skull down “It is absolutely awful, every day worse than the last, and my home.”
“Because no one else wants to take up all the responsibility, I’m best qualified, so I’ve got to be the best for the people I protect.” He says, his arms finally buckling, his face landing in the snow.
“Mm, and what made it sooooo bad?
she rushes over and helps him up, sitting him on a nearby bench. “Stop… for a little while, at least.”
“The people, the monsters, the eldritch monstrosities. It’s a good visit, you should come some time.” He giggles madly.
He tries to resist the help, but can’t do much with his arms in the state they are in, “Fine, what does it even matter to you?”
*I'd like to RP. I have a character I've been sitting on for a while who would do good with some development.*
*Would you like anyone specific? I know your character is going to be good, so I’d want a fitting character for interaction.*
*Well, this character is based on that old Sin Eater concept I've had for a while, where he absorbs the crimes of the people around him without necessarily changing their current or future behavior. He's a holy man, a punk, a baker, and a couple other cool things I'm keeping secret.*
*Oh that sounds fun, so he can function as some sort of conceptual parasite, consuming the crimes of those around him on a constant and if they don’t change they can continue to do so. Interesting.*
*Sort of. He needs to perform a special ritual to do so, which is difficult to do without the consent of both parties. He basically uses food to absorb sin from the one to be purified, then he eats the food so it won't leech back into the environment. He can also wield the powers of corruption and transgression without actually committing any evil acts. So like a demon, kind of.*
“You know having a lot of sugar can become unhealthy. Though it may not be my place to speak, I claimed it among the streets of Yharnam.”
“And what does that matter.” He shoots back with anger he doesn’t really feel, more worried, and that’s obvious.
“Yharnam?… never heard of that before. What’s that place like?” To address his comment about how sugar can be unhealthy, Vanilla drinks the entirety of the hot cocoa in one long, drawn out sip, before it magically refills itself, not breaking eye contact the whole time.
”I… why are you doing this? To yourself?”
He chuckles at the display “Your teeth at risk I suppose. Though it was quite the impressive feat, I doubt I could do that even if I wanted to.” He puts the knife as well as the skull down “It is absolutely awful, every day worse than the last, and my home.”
“Because no one else wants to take up all the responsibility, I’m best qualified, so I’ve got to be the best for the people I protect.” He says, his arms finally buckling, his face landing in the snow.
“Mm, and what made it sooooo bad?
she rushes over and helps him up, sitting him on a nearby bench. “Stop… for a little while, at least.”
“The people, the monsters, the eldritch monstrosities. It’s a good visit, you should come some time.” He giggles madly.
He tries to resist the help, but can’t do much with his arms in the state they are in, “Fine, what does it even matter to you?”
“I would, sounds like something actually exciting for once, but the entire thing sounds like an anathema…” he shivers.
”shut up, I care about your well being, that’s what!”
“You know having a lot of sugar can become unhealthy. Though it may not be my place to speak, I claimed it among the streets of Yharnam.”
“And what does that matter.” He shoots back with anger he doesn’t really feel, more worried, and that’s obvious.
“Yharnam?… never heard of that before. What’s that place like?” To address his comment about how sugar can be unhealthy, Vanilla drinks the entirety of the hot cocoa in one long, drawn out sip, before it magically refills itself, not breaking eye contact the whole time.
”I… why are you doing this? To yourself?”
He chuckles at the display “Your teeth at risk I suppose. Though it was quite the impressive feat, I doubt I could do that even if I wanted to.” He puts the knife as well as the skull down “It is absolutely awful, every day worse than the last, and my home.”
“Because no one else wants to take up all the responsibility, I’m best qualified, so I’ve got to be the best for the people I protect.” He says, his arms finally buckling, his face landing in the snow.
“Mm, and what made it sooooo bad?
she rushes over and helps him up, sitting him on a nearby bench. “Stop… for a little while, at least.”
“The people, the monsters, the eldritch monstrosities. It’s a good visit, you should come some time.” He giggles madly.
He tries to resist the help, but can’t do much with his arms in the state they are in, “Fine, what does it even matter to you?”
“I would, sounds like something actually exciting for once, but the entire thing sounds like an anathema…” he shivers.
”shut up, I care about your well being, that’s what!”
“That’s what makes it so interesting, it’s certainly exciting if that’s what you’re looking for.” He holds out a blood covered white glove “Henry, nice to meet you.”
He looks to them, “Why?” He asks, entirely curious and confused.
*I'd like to RP. I have a character I've been sitting on for a while who would do good with some development.*
*Would you like anyone specific? I know your character is going to be good, so I’d want a fitting character for interaction.*
*Well, this character is based on that old Sin Eater concept I've had for a while, where he absorbs the crimes of the people around him without necessarily changing their current or future behavior. He's a holy man, a punk, a baker, and a couple other cool things I'm keeping secret.*
*Oh that sounds fun, so he can function as some sort of conceptual parasite, consuming the crimes of those around him on a constant and if they don’t change they can continue to do so. Interesting.*
*Sort of. He needs to perform a special ritual to do so, which is difficult to do without the consent of both parties. He basically uses food to absorb sin from the one to be purified, then he eats the food so it won't leech back into the environment. He can also wield the powers of corruption and transgression without actually committing any evil acts. So like a demon, kind of.*
*Hmm, interesting, that’s a pretty cool character concept, I would never come up with something that crazy. What’s the guy’s name?*
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Vanilla, looking bored, is looking over the Hunter’s shoulder to see what he’s making.
Mother Misery is keeping an eye on him, mostly healed from previously healing him.
It appears to be the skull of a creature foreign from his own knowledge, at least in base appearance, when all flesh is gone.
He begins to slow down, the fatigue hitting him all at once, his arms beginning to wobble and muscles beginning to seriously tear.
*yeah. little worried about 2025 but who isn't?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I'd like to RP. I have a character I've been sitting on for a while who would do good with some development.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Fair, this world is a crazy one to say the least about it.*
*Would you like anyone specific? I know your character is going to be good, so I’d want a fitting character for interaction.*
“What… what is that?” They ask, taking a sip of some hot cocoa.
she takes a few steps towards him. “You should rest...”
They look up to them, bowing their head respectfully, as they cannot fully bow “The skull of a Cleric Beast, not often you can obtain one.” His voice surprisingly sophisticated.
His eyes shoot daggers at her, still angry she hurt herself that much to help him “Rest isn’t an option anymore.”
“Sounds exotic… where’d you get it?” They sit down next to them, eating a chocolate.
”listen, if you don’t, you’re going to hurt yourself even more.”
*Cut for Arch.*
“You know having a lot of sugar can become unhealthy. Though it may not be my place to speak, I claimed it among the streets of Yharnam.”
“And what does that matter.” He shoots back with anger he doesn’t really feel, more worried, and that’s obvious.
*Well, this character is based on that old Sin Eater concept I've had for a while, where he absorbs the crimes of the people around him without necessarily changing their current or future behavior. He's a holy man, a punk, a baker, and a couple other cool things I'm keeping secret.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Yharnam?… never heard of that before. What’s that place like?” To address his comment about how sugar can be unhealthy, Vanilla drinks the entirety of the hot cocoa in one long, drawn out sip, before it magically refills itself, not breaking eye contact the whole time.
”I… why are you doing this? To yourself?”
*Oh that sounds fun, so he can function as some sort of conceptual parasite, consuming the crimes of those around him on a constant and if they don’t change they can continue to do so. Interesting.*
He chuckles at the display “Your teeth at risk I suppose. Though it was quite the impressive feat, I doubt I could do that even if I wanted to.” He puts the knife as well as the skull down “It is absolutely awful, every day worse than the last, and my home.”
“Because no one else wants to take up all the responsibility, I’m best qualified, so I’ve got to be the best for the people I protect.” He says, his arms finally buckling, his face landing in the snow.
“Mm, and what made it sooooo bad?
she rushes over and helps him up, sitting him on a nearby bench. “Stop… for a little while, at least.”
“The people, the monsters, the eldritch monstrosities. It’s a good visit, you should come some time.” He giggles madly.
He tries to resist the help, but can’t do much with his arms in the state they are in, “Fine, what does it even matter to you?”
*Sort of. He needs to perform a special ritual to do so, which is difficult to do without the consent of both parties. He basically uses food to absorb sin from the one to be purified, then he eats the food so it won't leech back into the environment. He can also wield the powers of corruption and transgression without actually committing any evil acts. So like a demon, kind of.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I would, sounds like something actually exciting for once, but the entire thing sounds like an anathema…” he shivers.
”shut up, I care about your well being, that’s what!”
“That’s what makes it so interesting, it’s certainly exciting if that’s what you’re looking for.” He holds out a blood covered white glove “Henry, nice to meet you.”
He looks to them, “Why?” He asks, entirely curious and confused.
*Hmm, interesting, that’s a pretty cool character concept, I would never come up with something that crazy. What’s the guy’s name?*