Lost, alone... That's how this man feels. He wears a short golden crown, clothes fit for nobility, and a white cloak draped over his back emblazoned with his family crest. A blue dragon on a hill. His fur is a soft white with golden brown accents, his eyes blue and piercing. A member of the Laika wolfkind, strayed far from his home. He sighs softly, weary as he leans against a tree.
*I need to develop him. so, him and two of your picks*
*Man… X and Jax.*
Rag watches from nearby, his eyes sharper than daggers as he watches them. He was working out before, and still has some boulders on his shoulders. He waves to them.
Ambrosia is having a drink, sipping some wine that smells of blood and watching the fire. She doesn’t seem to have slitted eyes, though she may have simply eaten recently.
Marie is at Jax’s place, sitting down somewhere and seemingly using some knives to knit something, it’s taking form, though it’s far from complete. Her snake hair hissing softly.
The man raises a paw and waves back, a soft smile.
X watches carefully, pondering whether or not to approach.
He approaches from behind, feeding one of the snakes a chunk of pineapple. "Hello my dearest love." he says, kissing her cheek, leaving a mark of golden lipstick.
In the time is takes them to blink, Rag’s shadow is suddenly over them, followed by a massive boom of sound.
They don’t seem to notice, though they do absentmindedly rub the seat next to them.
The snakes swarm the pineapple happily, giving Jax friendly little nips as she returns the kiss, leaving a lime green mark of her own “Oh? Hello dear.” She says, smiling softly at them.
He shrinks a bit, looking up. "W-well, you don't see that every day..."
He grumbles, still unsure. He sits in said seat, wary.
"You seem intent on staining me with your fruity colors." he says, teasing as he touches the mark on his fur. He sits next to her, taking a bite of a whole pineapple... skin, spines and all.
He smiles at them, dropping the boulders and leaning down, “Sorry if that scared you, nice to meet you.”
They turn to look at them, giving them a soft smile, “Good afternoon.” They put one of their hands on X’s comfortingly.
She tilts her head at that before chuckling “I do don’t I? What can I say? I like to mark what’s mine.” She takes the pineapple skin from them “Honey… I can just make you something to eat.”
Lost, alone... That's how this man feels. He wears a short golden crown, clothes fit for nobility, and a white cloak draped over his back emblazoned with his family crest. A blue dragon on a hill. His fur is a soft white with golden brown accents, his eyes blue and piercing. A member of the Laika wolfkind, strayed far from his home. He sighs softly, weary as he leans against a tree.
Yod is out in the woods as well, looking for someone. Evidently, it’s not you, because he pays no real notice to you.
"H-hey!" The man calls out indignantly, crossing his arms as his ears pin to his head. "You're really going to ignore me?.." he begins to pout.
*can I also go with Mac and the woman from the rp with Mauric?*
Yod turns. “Oh, no, sorry, I just didn’t notice you. What is it.”
Mac is... recovering. He hasn't eaten in a while, and he certainly hasn't gotten out of his booth.
The woman found by Mauric is sat at the bar, eating toast. She has no appetite.
"I... I want my dad..." he says, sniffling.
Riotan has been trying to keep watch over him as best as possible.
Mauric comes over to check on her.
Yod sighs a bit and nods. “And who’s he.”
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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.
"H-hello, your radiance." he says, bowing politely. "The pleasure is mine."
"H-hey... Uhm, who's in there?" he asks, peering into their eyes.
He whines, ears flattening. She cant see it for his hair, but he gives her the puppy eyes. "But the pain tastes pointy..."
He cackles at the title, booming sound coming from him before he says "I''m not a god, don't treat me like one. I'm just a man, same as any."
Claws grow from their fingers, poking softly into his hand as they give a predatory smile "The fun one."
She rolls her eyes "You know that wont work on me, though it's good to know you enjoy pain~" She shakes her head "If you do that, I get to have my darts."
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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.'
Lost, alone... That's how this man feels. He wears a short golden crown, clothes fit for nobility, and a white cloak draped over his back emblazoned with his family crest. A blue dragon on a hill. His fur is a soft white with golden brown accents, his eyes blue and piercing. A member of the Laika wolfkind, strayed far from his home. He sighs softly, weary as he leans against a tree.
Yod is out in the woods as well, looking for someone. Evidently, it’s not you, because he pays no real notice to you.
"H-hey!" The man calls out indignantly, crossing his arms as his ears pin to his head. "You're really going to ignore me?.." he begins to pout.
*can I also go with Mac and the woman from the rp with Mauric?*
Yod turns. “Oh, no, sorry, I just didn’t notice you. What is it.”
Mac is... recovering. He hasn't eaten in a while, and he certainly hasn't gotten out of his booth.
The woman found by Mauric is sat at the bar, eating toast. She has no appetite.
"I... I want my dad..." he says, sniffling.
Riotan has been trying to keep watch over him as best as possible.
Mauric comes over to check on her.
Yod sighs a bit and nods. “And who’s he.”
Anytime Rio comes near, Mac just leans on them. Right now, he's staring off, frowning.
"H-hello."
"My father is the king of Lindenwald..." he frowns, whining a bit. "I was separated from him during a siege, and I have been lost ever since."
“Hey Mac.” Riotan looks down at him. “I have an offer for you.”
“Hi… I just wanted to check up on you. Make sure you were okay. Is there anything I can do for you?”
Yod thinks for a bit. “Don’t know where that is. So you need taken back to your pa?”
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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.
"H-hello, your radiance." he says, bowing politely. "The pleasure is mine."
"H-hey... Uhm, who's in there?" he asks, peering into their eyes.
He whines, ears flattening. She cant see it for his hair, but he gives her the puppy eyes. "But the pain tastes pointy..."
He cackles at the title, booming sound coming from him before he says "I''m not a god, don't treat me like one. I'm just a man, same as any."
Claws grow from their fingers, poking softly into his hand as they give a predatory smile "The fun one."
She rolls her eyes "You know that wont work on me, though it's good to know you enjoy pain~" She shakes her head "If you do that, I get to have my darts."
"My apologies, it is a habit drilled into me by my family. I am used to being regal, and formal. I am Cevin, and you are?" He asks, smiling.
"O-oh, it's you..." he chuckles weakly, frowning. He scoots away a bit.
"Not the darts..." he says, whining and relinquishing the pineapple.
"Ragnerious, but most just call me Rag." He holds out a hand to them, smiling softly "Are you a prince or something?"
She leans back in the chair, sighing and rolling her eyes "I'm not going to bite a chunk out of you. Don't run."
She gets up, putting the pineapple away "I'm going to make you something, what do you want to eat my beloved?"
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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.'
He smiles at them, dropping the boulders and leaning down, “Sorry if that scared you, nice to meet you.”
They turn to look at them, giving them a soft smile, “Good afternoon.” They put one of their hands on X’s comfortingly.
She tilts her head at that before chuckling “I do don’t I? What can I say? I like to mark what’s mine.” She takes the pineapple skin from them “Honey… I can just make you something to eat.”
*Bleh, I want to RP but I don't know what characters to bring 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
*How about you take someone else's characters? Perhaps mine, and then base yours off of that?*
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.)
Riotan has been trying to keep watch over him as best as possible.
Mauric comes over to check on her.
Yod sighs a bit and nods. “And who’s he.”
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 can pick for you if you like!*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He cackles at the title, booming sound coming from him before he says "I''m not a god, don't treat me like one. I'm just a man, same as any."
Claws grow from their fingers, poking softly into his hand as they give a predatory smile "The fun one."
She rolls her eyes "You know that wont work on me, though it's good to know you enjoy pain~" She shakes her head "If you do that, I get to have my darts."
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.)
*Wanna rp Jobah?*
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.)
“Hey Mac.” Riotan looks down at him. “I have an offer for you.”
“Hi… I just wanted to check up on you. Make sure you were okay. Is there anything I can do for you?”
Yod thinks for a bit. “Don’t know where that is. So you need taken back to your pa?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Might make Igor a Mortis Engineer, a type of artificer that basically makes quick and dirty magitech zombies*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Ragnerious, but most just call me Rag." He holds out a hand to them, smiling softly "Are you a prince or something?"
She leans back in the chair, sighing and rolling her eyes "I'm not going to bite a chunk out of you. Don't run."
She gets up, putting the pineapple away "I'm going to make you something, what do you want to eat my beloved?"
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.)
*shore*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Please tell who you would like to have.*
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.)
*Heriot and Tengen*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.