*Good morning people. How is everyone doing? For me, a bit worried over my computer's (hopefully long) battery life*
Lysander is having a cup of coffee
Yossele is testing out pens
Raphael is flying amongst the clouds
*I just made a golem character and I think they would get along.*
A large man made out of clay walks over, silently offering one of his own pens. His clothes are nothing special, with a newsboy cap that shadows his eyes and a wool coat that seem to be the only pieces of clothing that fit properly. He's lanky and broad, and probably weighs a lot, but overall he's not as massive as you would initially think. A battered, locked briefcase hangs in his hand, and a steel key hangs from his neck.
The fountain pen he holds out is high-quality and a mix between well-used and well-maintained. Good condition overall.
Lysander shakes his head, and summons a mage hand to hold the blade, before extending a hand to shake. "In that case, My name's Lysander, but that is not an answer to 'who you are?'. That's your name, kid. For example, my name is Lysander, but I am wizard and Diviner from Carceri, who holds a grudge against Asmodeus."
"I'm....I'm a nobody...just a wanderer.."
"Look, what is a favorite activity of yours to do?"
"I dunno...just walk around and look at nature.." he mutters
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*What, still here?... Hand it over, that thing- your characters. For my lady's rp.*
Omori is walking through the woods, taking a path she doesn't normally trek to see what's there.
KK is sitting on a bench at the edge of the Faceless Fair, watching the writhing, shrieking rest of the Nightmare Realm outside of the fair's safe pocket of space.
Merabelle is with them, and seemingly thinking about something, tapping the constellation tattoos on herself, muttering some words of power.
Henry sits on the bench next to them, his attire far cleaner than usual, not wearing his hat or mask, revealing his slick, jet black hair, which he has seemingly also cleaned. He doesn't say anything, just watching with them, interlocking his fingers with some of theirs subtly.
The little shadow notices this, listening for a second as she walks. "Whatcha thinking about?" She asks curiously, stopping for a second to step over some tree roots before continuing to walk alongside her.
KK continues to watch, slowly placing another hand on top of his. "What do you think?" She asks, gesturing out towards the horrific sight that lays beyond the Fair.
They look down to them, stopping their walk before looking closely at them "Omori, there's somethin' I want ta show ya, somethin' I think you'll find real special. Are ya okay with that?" She says completely seriously.
He takes a deep breath, giving a little crooked smile "A wonderful place where nightmares can come true. I couldn't help but love it." He looks towards the terrible sight "It only adds to the dread, which is a good thing."
She looks back up at her mother, eyes wide with childlike curiosity. "Absolutely. What is it?" She asks.
"Oh, absolutely- the horror is wonderful." She responds, smiling a bit as well. "This is my first time seeing it properly. It's... beautiful, in a haunting sort of way."
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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)
Lysander shakes his head, and summons a mage hand to hold the blade, before extending a hand to shake. "In that case, My name's Lysander, but that is not an answer to 'who you are?'. That's your name, kid. For example, my name is Lysander, but I am wizard and Diviner from Carceri, who holds a grudge against Asmodeus."
"I'm....I'm a nobody...just a wanderer.."
"Look, what is a favorite activity of yours to do?"
"I dunno...just walk around and look at nature.." he mutters
"So nature walks. See, your more than just a wanderer, you're one who likes nature."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Lysander shakes his head, and summons a mage hand to hold the blade, before extending a hand to shake. "In that case, My name's Lysander, but that is not an answer to 'who you are?'. That's your name, kid. For example, my name is Lysander, but I am wizard and Diviner from Carceri, who holds a grudge against Asmodeus."
"I'm....I'm a nobody...just a wanderer.."
"Look, what is a favorite activity of yours to do?"
"I dunno...just walk around and look at nature.." he mutters
"So nature walks. See, your more than just a wanderer, you're one who likes nature."
Oliver sneezes, still confused.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*Good morning people. How is everyone doing? For me, a bit worried over my computer's (hopefully long) battery life*
Lysander is having a cup of coffee
Yossele is testing out pens
Raphael is flying amongst the clouds
*I just made a golem character and I think they would get along.*
A large man made out of clay walks over, silently offering one of his own pens. His clothes are nothing special, with a newsboy cap that shadows his eyes and a wool coat that seem to be the only pieces of clothing that fit properly. He's lanky and broad, and probably weighs a lot, but overall he's not as massive as you would initially think. A battered, locked briefcase hangs in his hand, and a steel key hangs from his neck.
The fountain pen he holds out is high-quality and a mix between well-used and well-maintained. Good condition overall.
Yossele the flesh golem forces a smile, before taking out a card from their trenchcoat
Who might you be, friend?
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Lysander shakes his head, and summons a mage hand to hold the blade, before extending a hand to shake. "In that case, My name's Lysander, but that is not an answer to 'who you are?'. That's your name, kid. For example, my name is Lysander, but I am wizard and Diviner from Carceri, who holds a grudge against Asmodeus."
"I'm....I'm a nobody...just a wanderer.."
"Look, what is a favorite activity of yours to do?"
"I dunno...just walk around and look at nature.." he mutters
"So nature walks. See, your more than just a wanderer, you're one who likes nature."
Oliver sneezes, still confused.
They sigh. "Look, let's go inside and get a hot coco. I'll explain this over the fireplace."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Lysander shakes his head, and summons a mage hand to hold the blade, before extending a hand to shake. "In that case, My name's Lysander, but that is not an answer to 'who you are?'. That's your name, kid. For example, my name is Lysander, but I am wizard and Diviner from Carceri, who holds a grudge against Asmodeus."
"I'm....I'm a nobody...just a wanderer.."
"Look, what is a favorite activity of yours to do?"
"I dunno...just walk around and look at nature.." he mutters
"So nature walks. See, your more than just a wanderer, you're one who likes nature."
Oliver sneezes, still confused.
They sigh. "Look, let's go inside and get a hot coco. I'll explain this over the fireplace."
He nods, standing up with his staff
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*What, still here?... Hand it over, that thing- your characters. For my lady's rp.*
Omori is walking through the woods, taking a path she doesn't normally trek to see what's there.
KK is sitting on a bench at the edge of the Faceless Fair, watching the writhing, shrieking rest of the Nightmare Realm outside of the fair's safe pocket of space.
Merabelle is with them, and seemingly thinking about something, tapping the constellation tattoos on herself, muttering some words of power.
Henry sits on the bench next to them, his attire far cleaner than usual, not wearing his hat or mask, revealing his slick, jet black hair, which he has seemingly also cleaned. He doesn't say anything, just watching with them, interlocking his fingers with some of theirs subtly.
The little shadow notices this, listening for a second as she walks. "Whatcha thinking about?" She asks curiously, stopping for a second to step over some tree roots before continuing to walk alongside her.
KK continues to watch, slowly placing another hand on top of his. "What do you think?" She asks, gesturing out towards the horrific sight that lays beyond the Fair.
They look down to them, stopping their walk before looking closely at them "Omori, there's somethin' I want ta show ya, somethin' I think you'll find real special. Are ya okay with that?" She says completely seriously.
He takes a deep breath, giving a little crooked smile "A wonderful place where nightmares can come true. I couldn't help but love it." He looks towards the terrible sight "It only adds to the dread, which is a good thing."
She looks back up at her mother, eyes wide with childlike curiosity. "Absolutely. What is it?" She asks.
"Oh, absolutely- the horror is wonderful." She responds, smiling a bit as well. "This is my first time seeing it properly. It's... beautiful, in a haunting sort of way."
She mutters some more words of power, the terrain around them changing as into an illusion of a sea of stars, is if they are walking on the sky. (Mirage Arcane.)
"I don't know what it truly is, but that is the nature of eldritch horrors is it not? The lack of understanding adds more. Beautiful, almost as beautiful as you, but not really." He chuckles "It doesn't compare to you."
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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.'
Lysander shakes his head, and summons a mage hand to hold the blade, before extending a hand to shake. "In that case, My name's Lysander, but that is not an answer to 'who you are?'. That's your name, kid. For example, my name is Lysander, but I am wizard and Diviner from Carceri, who holds a grudge against Asmodeus."
"I'm....I'm a nobody...just a wanderer.."
"Look, what is a favorite activity of yours to do?"
"I dunno...just walk around and look at nature.." he mutters
"So nature walks. See, your more than just a wanderer, you're one who likes nature."
Oliver sneezes, still confused.
They sigh. "Look, let's go inside and get a hot coco. I'll explain this over the fireplace."
He nods, standing up with his staff
"What's the staff there?" Lysander asks, as they make their way inside.
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*I just made a golem character and I think they would get along.*
A large man made out of clay walks over, silently offering one of his own pens. His clothes are nothing special, with a newsboy cap that shadows his eyes and a wool coat that seem to be the only pieces of clothing that fit properly. He's lanky and broad, and probably weighs a lot, but overall he's not as massive as you would initially think. A battered, locked briefcase hangs in his hand, and a steel key hangs from his neck.
The fountain pen he holds out is high-quality and a mix between well-used and well-maintained. Good condition overall.
Yossele the flesh golem forces a smile, before taking out a card from their trenchcoat
Who might you be, friend?
He puts down the pen and gently takes the card, taking a couple seconds to read it before handing it back. Then his lips part, and he speaks in a voice so soft, so gentle, so effortlessly loving that even at this whisper-like volume it could stop a demon mid-rampage. "My name is False."
Phoenix laughs. "You should learn to bake and cook. Husbands and wives love that stuff."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I just made a golem character and I think they would get along.*
A large man made out of clay walks over, silently offering one of his own pens. His clothes are nothing special, with a newsboy cap that shadows his eyes and a wool coat that seem to be the only pieces of clothing that fit properly. He's lanky and broad, and probably weighs a lot, but overall he's not as massive as you would initially think. A battered, locked briefcase hangs in his hand, and a steel key hangs from his neck.
The fountain pen he holds out is high-quality and a mix between well-used and well-maintained. Good condition overall.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I dunno...just walk around and look at nature.." he mutters
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He chuckles with them, continuing to help "I heard, I'll try, but I'd learn better with a teacher o' some kind."
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.)
She looks back up at her mother, eyes wide with childlike curiosity. "Absolutely. What is it?" She asks.
"Oh, absolutely- the horror is wonderful." She responds, smiling a bit as well. "This is my first time seeing it properly. It's... beautiful, in a haunting sort of way."
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)
"Let me teach ya. You'll be good at it in no time."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"So nature walks. See, your more than just a wanderer, you're one who likes nature."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Oliver sneezes, still confused.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(anyone want to rp?)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Yossele the flesh golem forces a smile, before taking out a card from their trenchcoat
Who might you be, friend?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
They sigh. "Look, let's go inside and get a hot coco. I'll explain this over the fireplace."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He nods, standing up with his staff
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She mutters some more words of power, the terrain around them changing as into an illusion of a sea of stars, is if they are walking on the sky. (Mirage Arcane.)
"I don't know what it truly is, but that is the nature of eldritch horrors is it not? The lack of understanding adds more. Beautiful, almost as beautiful as you, but not really." He chuckles "It doesn't compare to you."
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.)
"If ya are willin' ta waste the time, I'll certainly take the teachin'."
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.)
"What's the staff there?" Lysander asks, as they make their way inside.
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He puts down the pen and gently takes the card, taking a couple seconds to read it before handing it back. Then his lips part, and he speaks in a voice so soft, so gentle, so effortlessly loving that even at this whisper-like volume it could stop a demon mid-rampage. "My name is False."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'm feeling very tired..I'm gonna try to nap*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Take care of yourself Theren, see ya around.*
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.)
*That's a good idea. Sleep well!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*here here*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now