*Anybody here? If there are, do they want to roleplay for a little bit?*
*Ello, want to hear me ramble about a gay boy and then introduce him?*
*I would be perfectly fine with that, I’ve got a few gay boys myself.*
*He is a 6'4 trans male who has come to the tavern to study the random change in Gold-Fleck Salmon migration patterns. He has buzzed blonde hair, stormy grey eyes, and marred skin. He is on the spectrum, having Asperger's and OCD, and is a marine biologist.*
*Anybody here? If there are, do they want to roleplay for a little bit?*
*Ello, want to hear me ramble about a gay boy and then introduce him?*
*I would be perfectly fine with that, I’ve got a few gay boys myself.*
*He is a 6'4 trans male who has come to the tavern to study the random change in Gold-Fleck Salmon migration patterns. He has buzzed blonde hair, stormy grey eyes, and marred skin. He is on the spectrum, having Asperger's and OCD, and is a marine biologist.*
*Oh, that’s fun, not only does the character have a reason to come to the tavern, he’s got actual passions and such. I wish I could do the same, but almost everything I come up with is either a vague idea, or nothing at all, but look at me, making it about myself.*
*Anybody here? If there are, do they want to roleplay for a little bit?*
*Ello, want to hear me ramble about a gay boy and then introduce him?*
*I would be perfectly fine with that, I’ve got a few gay boys myself.*
*He is a 6'4 trans male who has come to the tavern to study the random change in Gold-Fleck Salmon migration patterns. He has buzzed blonde hair, stormy grey eyes, and marred skin. He is on the spectrum, having Asperger's and OCD, and is a marine biologist.*
*Oh, that’s fun, not only does the character have a reason to come to the tavern, he’s got actual passions and such. I wish I could do the same, but almost everything I come up with is either a vague idea, or nothing at all, but look at me, making it about myself.*
*I love your characters. Sparrow has the motivation to settle down with his wife, Tengen has the motivation to stop the Black Crown. Your characters make me like dude, I love them all.*
*Anybody here? If there are, do they want to roleplay for a little bit?*
*Ello, want to hear me ramble about a gay boy and then introduce him?*
*I would be perfectly fine with that, I’ve got a few gay boys myself.*
*He is a 6'4 trans male who has come to the tavern to study the random change in Gold-Fleck Salmon migration patterns. He has buzzed blonde hair, stormy grey eyes, and marred skin. He is on the spectrum, having Asperger's and OCD, and is a marine biologist.*
*Oh, that’s fun, not only does the character have a reason to come to the tavern, he’s got actual passions and such. I wish I could do the same, but almost everything I come up with is either a vague idea, or nothing at all, but look at me, making it about myself.*
*I love your characters. Sparrow has the motivation to settle down with his wife, Tengen has the motivation to stop the Black Crown. Your characters make me like dude, I love them all.*
*Fair enough, and I hope that their stories have an ending that fits them. I try to be a good storyteller. So, do you want to rp for a little while?*
A man, somewhere in his middle age, is sitting at a booth near the window in the tavern. He appears to have multiple piles of paper on the wooden surface of the table, books, parchment, a spellbook, pots of ink and a pen, and a a map of sorts. He wears a white lab coat, a black cable knit turtleneck, and a pair of blue jeans, and a heavy looking pair of black boots. He wears a plain black mask over his nose and mouth, as if shielding them from view as he works, his head down and nose the grindstone as he writes in a notebook.
The door to Samaritan's restaurant is suddenly locked open as a young man carrying a camera runs out in haste. Samaritan is quick to follow, burning like a man set on fire as he chases the man down and pins him to the ground. Instantly, fists start flying as Samaritan beats the man's face into a bloody broken mess. The man cries and screams for help but Samaritan workers, Brax included, watch from the doorway, cheering Samaritan on.
Kelipso is back and munching on some vegetarian pizza for breakfast. Gordon sits beside him on the floor, begging for scraps from his friend. Kelipso occasionally gives him a bite or two but is quick to pick off any vegetables he knows his buddy doesn't like or could get sick from.
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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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*You can keep the cat, but I demand rp!*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Anybody here? If there are, do they want to roleplay for a little bit?*
*I shall give you RP*
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
*Ello, want to hear me ramble about a gay boy and then introduce him?*
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
*certainly, anyone you’d prefer to use today?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*:D*
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 would be perfectly fine with that, I’ve got a few gay boys myself.*
*Maybe some of my DD characters, but anyone is on the table.*
*John and Heriot*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Of course.*
John has somehow got caused up in an arm wrestling contest at the Inn. He didn’t want the participate, but now that he is, he’s beating everyone.
Heriot is getting herself something to eat, which means she in the forest hunting for something small, but a good amount of meat on it.
*He is a 6'4 trans male who has come to the tavern to study the random change in Gold-Fleck Salmon migration patterns. He has buzzed blonde hair, stormy grey eyes, and marred skin. He is on the spectrum, having Asperger's and OCD, and is a marine biologist.*
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
*Want me to post characters?*
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
*good morning*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Malafasa is watching.
Riotan is putting the finishing touches on his reptilian vrock.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Oh, that’s fun, not only does the character have a reason to come to the tavern, he’s got actual passions and such. I wish I could do the same, but almost everything I come up with is either a vague idea, or nothing at all, but look at me, making it about myself.*
*Mornin’ bro.*
He sees them watching, and waves as he beats another person, crushing them with little effort.
Heriot runs into them, “Oh, hello again.” She says, seeing nothing nearby, and standing up.
*I love your characters. Sparrow has the motivation to settle down with his wife, Tengen has the motivation to stop the Black Crown. Your characters make me like dude, I love them all.*
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
*Fair enough, and I hope that their stories have an ending that fits them. I try to be a good storyteller. So, do you want to rp for a little while?*
A man, somewhere in his middle age, is sitting at a booth near the window in the tavern. He appears to have multiple piles of paper on the wooden surface of the table, books, parchment, a spellbook, pots of ink and a pen, and a a map of sorts. He wears a white lab coat, a black cable knit turtleneck, and a pair of blue jeans, and a heavy looking pair of black boots. He wears a plain black mask over his nose and mouth, as if shielding them from view as he works, his head down and nose the grindstone as he writes in a notebook.
The door to Samaritan's restaurant is suddenly locked open as a young man carrying a camera runs out in haste. Samaritan is quick to follow, burning like a man set on fire as he chases the man down and pins him to the ground. Instantly, fists start flying as Samaritan beats the man's face into a bloody broken mess. The man cries and screams for help but Samaritan workers, Brax included, watch from the doorway, cheering Samaritan on.
Kelipso is back and munching on some vegetarian pizza for breakfast. Gordon sits beside him on the floor, begging for scraps from his friend. Kelipso occasionally gives him a bite or two but is quick to pick off any vegetables he knows his buddy doesn't like or could get sick from.
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