*Man, I live for creating characters with awful backgrounds and stories who just want to do better but that road to wanting to do better is full of issues that lead them to worse.*
*Also masks, I love masks, balaclavas, half masks, gas masks, any type will do.*
*Man, I live for creating characters with awful backgrounds and stories who just want to do better but that road to wanting to do better is full of issues that lead them to worse.*
*Also masks, I love masks, balaclavas, half masks, gas masks, any type will do.*
*Man, I live for creating characters with awful backgrounds and stories who just want to do better but that road to wanting to do better is full of issues that lead them to worse.*
*Also masks, I love masks, balaclavas, half masks, gas masks, any type will do.*
*I am trying to make a character I can stick with right now. I think how I was doing False was way, way too gentle for me to play in a campaign.*
*Man, I live for creating characters with awful backgrounds and stories who just want to do better but that road to wanting to do better is full of issues that lead them to worse.*
*Also masks, I love masks, balaclavas, half masks, gas masks, any type will do.*
*I am trying to make a character I can stick with right now. I think how I was doing False was way, way too gentle for me to play in a campaign.*
*Do you have any suggestions?*
*Something happens to them that irreversibly changes the way they look at the world.*
"Yes..." he whispers. He begins to sketch the critter, careful to get all the details right. "I haven't seen this species before. Are they common here?"
He takes on his usual shape, if a bit reluctantly. "Fire away."
"Very much so. Though, they're most active at night. This one must have found itself quite comfortable here if it's still out this early." She watches it a moment longer as it somewhat reluctantly crawls around on her arm. "Oh, I nearly forgot- I'm Omori. What's your name?"
She looks out at the Nightmare Realm for a while. "I'm considering becoming a Nightmare Lord myself. Create new, impossible things I can't now. Would... would it even be possible for me?"
"False." He replies quietly. He shows her his sketch. It is quite detailed, with occasional anatomical notes on how this particular bug is different.
He frowns. "It's possible, but you would have to give up... well, physicality. I'm barely real anymore, but then again I was a child when I was forced into here. I guess you might be able to do it safely, but it would take decades. I would advise against it."
*Sorry about the long delay, I'm back now!*
"Wow!" She looks at the drawing, reading all the notes. "That's really cool, False!"
She is silent for a while. "I've already had an... interesting relationship with being corporeal, so as long as I can keep everything else about me..." She trails off, frowning a bit as well.
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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)
She is in absolute awe at the sight, not entirely sure if it's an illusion or not and not really caring. "Whoa... It's so beautiful..." She mutters, a faint reflection of the stars she's looking at in her eyes. "How- how did you do that?"
She chuckles as well, blushing a bit. "I- I don't think the sight compares even slightly to you either." She responds, looking back at him.
She looks around with them, standing back up and leading them through the terrain, though she knows it is the same "It ain't nothin' too strong, just an illusion. A 7th level spell called Mirage Arcane. I just wanted ta show ya this."
He shakes his head, his hair shaking softly with it, looking to them. He leans in, and gives them a kiss "You flatter me, thank you."
"7th level? I didn't even know there were spell levels that high." She responds, following Merabelle while being careful not to trip on any invisible rocks or the like.
"I mean it- you're beautiful- or handsome, if that's what you prefer." She kisses him back, smiling warmly.
"There are spells all the way up ta the 9th level lil Omori, sweetheart, an' ya are gonna be able to cast at least some of 'em. Have ya been keepin' up with yer practicin'?"
He smiles back at them, shaking his head, his eyes looking into theirs lovingly "Either is fine, you are just as so, if not infinitely more than I."
"I've been doing my best. Still can't quite figure out Starry Wisp, but I've been getting more used to casting the spells I already know. Get it down to muscle memory, you know?"
She places a hand on his shoulder, looking back into his eyes with all of hers. "No, you're just as infinitely so. Inside and out."
"I'm happy ta hear that, I know you'll get it under yer umbrella o' all the spells you'll know, it'll just take ya some time. Yer a prodigy, but that doesn't mean ya ain't allowed ta slow down sometimes. Remember that will ya?"
He looks away as not to start crying again, speaking softly "Thank you, I feel the same towards you." He runs a hand through his hair "All of us in here do."
"I'll remember that." She simply responds, continuing to walk amongst the stars with her.
KK also looks back at the terrifying view, not saying anything else. After a few seconds, she leans a bit on his shoulder.
Eventually the illusion disappears. Merabelle sighs, sweating a little bit from the weight of the spell "Good, know I love ya lil Omori."
He wraps an arm around them, leaning onto them a little bit too. He looks back to the sight, his silver eyes shining brightly. Then in the moment of silence a gunshot rings out. Henry looks down, and his clothes begin to stain with his own blood.
*Sorry about the delay*
"I know. I love ya too, Mom." She replies, walking over and giving her a hug.
She is immediately panicking, bolting up from the bench and looking around for a second, before turning to Henry with a clear expression of worry on her face. "Wha- oh nononono..." She starts looking around to see if they're still in any immediate peril.
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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)
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
A Fey King from the Fey Court of Noir, which is a pitch black city deep within the heart of massive tree that is pitch black inside and all around. Magical and nonmagical sight can't pierce the darkness other than the sight of those who were birthed there.
The kingdom is constantly under attack because it has been deemed by both the Gloaming Court and the Summer Court as 'evil' and 'horrid' because a ton of 'ugly' creatures live there like Boggles, Hags, and many more.
The King, a stark protector who has the blood of royal fey on his hands, is a figure dressed in black armor with a silvery skull mask hiding his face because the person he was before, he has killed. He wears a cloak of buzzing, shadowy flies.
While he never leaves his kingdom, he sends a 'figment' of himself out into the world as a simulacra that still has his mind and thoughts and perceptions, just not his true body. He does this because, like all fey, he is drawn in by his curiosity but also because he is looking for a partner to rule alongside him. He doesn't seek romance but more someone who is willing to play along with a 'fake' marriage to bolster his armies to protect his home.*
*Man, I live for creating characters with awful backgrounds and stories who just want to do better but that road to wanting to do better is full of issues that lead them to worse.*
*Also masks, I love masks, balaclavas, half masks, gas masks, any type will do.*
*I am trying to make a character I can stick with right now. I think how I was doing False was way, way too gentle for me to play in a campaign.*
*Do you have any suggestions?*
*Something happens to them that irreversibly changes the way they look at the world.*
*That's pretty good. What if I made them a variant of the Plague Eater, where their family found out about their... culinary explorations, shall we say.*
*Man, I live for creating characters with awful backgrounds and stories who just want to do better but that road to wanting to do better is full of issues that lead them to worse.*
*Also masks, I love masks, balaclavas, half masks, gas masks, any type will do.*
*I am trying to make a character I can stick with right now. I think how I was doing False was way, way too gentle for me to play in a campaign.*
*Do you have any suggestions?*
*Something happens to them that irreversibly changes the way they look at the world.*
*That's pretty good. What if I made them a variant of the Plague Eater, where their family found out about their... culinary explorations, shall we say.*
At the docks, in the distance a boat begins approaching. The boat is incredibly extravagant, having gold lining on the sides as well as diamond glistening brightly from the helm. The mast raises high, looking closely built to what would be a pirate's ship despite how expensive it looks. The rigging and the sail look expertly crafted. The most regular part of the ropes connecting to the mast, and there appears to be a single man on the boat, smiling wide and swinging from the ropes happily, looking young, around his 20s.
He jumps down from the ropes, docking the ship, a two parted laughing along with a charismatic smile coming from the man as he jumps down from the boat. He's dressed in more fine attire, the lone captain's bright teeth shining white as he puts one hand in his pocket, snapping his thumb against his front two fingers, which seem to have some golden tattoos on them "A new town!" He says happily, trying his boat down expertly, putting his other hand in his pocket. He is fit but pale, appearing to be a Yuan Ti Pure blood, his eyes shining green, and his scales visible in spots. An enthusiastic man, that is obvious.
*Ello tarasque*
*oy mate!*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*How ya doing?*
*good*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Man, I live for creating characters with awful backgrounds and stories who just want to do better but that road to wanting to do better is full of issues that lead them to worse.*
*Also masks, I love masks, balaclavas, half masks, gas masks, any type will do.*
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
*Ahhhh, redemption arcs are so fun :D*
*Also yes, masks*
*I am trying to make a character I can stick with right now. I think how I was doing False was way, way too gentle for me to play in a campaign.*
*Do you have any suggestions?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Something happens to them that irreversibly changes the way they look at the world.*
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
*Sorry about the long delay, I'm back now!*
"Wow!" She looks at the drawing, reading all the notes. "That's really cool, False!"
She is silent for a while. "I've already had an... interesting relationship with being corporeal, so as long as I can keep everything else about me..." She trails off, frowning a bit as well.
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)
*Sorry about the delay*
"I know. I love ya too, Mom." She replies, walking over and giving her a hug.
She is immediately panicking, bolting up from the bench and looking around for a second, before turning to Henry with a clear expression of worry on her face. "Wha- oh nononono..." She starts looking around to see if they're still in any immediate peril.
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)
(hi yvonne)
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
*ohhhhhh, I got an idea.
A Fey King from the Fey Court of Noir, which is a pitch black city deep within the heart of massive tree that is pitch black inside and all around. Magical and nonmagical sight can't pierce the darkness other than the sight of those who were birthed there.
The kingdom is constantly under attack because it has been deemed by both the Gloaming Court and the Summer Court as 'evil' and 'horrid' because a ton of 'ugly' creatures live there like Boggles, Hags, and many more.
The King, a stark protector who has the blood of royal fey on his hands, is a figure dressed in black armor with a silvery skull mask hiding his face because the person he was before, he has killed. He wears a cloak of buzzing, shadowy flies.
While he never leaves his kingdom, he sends a 'figment' of himself out into the world as a simulacra that still has his mind and thoughts and perceptions, just not his true body. He does this because, like all fey, he is drawn in by his curiosity but also because he is looking for a partner to rule alongside him. He doesn't seek romance but more someone who is willing to play along with a 'fake' marriage to bolster his armies to protect his home.*
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
*That's pretty good. What if I made them a variant of the Plague Eater, where their family found out about their... culinary explorations, shall we say.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Ooooh, I like 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
*Anybody here who wants to roleplay while I’m here? If anyone’s here at all?*
*Also this.*
*I'm here, if you want to rp! Any particular character you'd like?*
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)
*No, is there any particular character that you would like?*