*Cut for Theren. Definitely dude, who do you want for that?*
It definitely isn’t enough to be considered something like a god or an archdevil, but it’s a lot more than anyone would expect from someone in a floral shirt, stronger than most max level spellcasters “Ya tryin’ ta fight out how strong I am, mate?”
“But oranges help with sickness, you’re going to eat them, and not because you like them. Okay?”
*Cut for Theren. Definitely dude, who do you want for that?*
It definitely isn’t enough to be considered something like a god or an archdevil, but it’s a lot more than anyone would expect from someone in a floral shirt, stronger than most max level spellcasters “Ya tryin’ ta fight out how strong I am, mate?”
“But oranges help with sickness, you’re going to eat them, and not because you like them. Okay?”
*Who gets afraid easily?*
"Yeah. I'd say your like me. Almost a demigod. But I am a demigod so I'd know if you were one."
"no..."
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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.
As a child, Alex loved stories. He would craft his own and listen intently to the ones his mother would tell him. However, he had Nyctophobia, which is an extreme fear of the dark, to the point he would get nightmares every night. When he was about 8 or 9, his mother gifted him a notebook in which he recorded his nightmares. His mother prompted him to write a story where he vanquished these nightmares using the flashlight he always kept by his bed at night. He did so and did that till he was 17 when the nightmares became less horrible and more a side effect of his own fears he learned to live with.
At the age of 22 and fresh out of community college for creative writing classes, he became a writer at a local radio station. At night they would produce his stories for people to hear on the radio and this brought him a great deal of joy. As he grew older and continued to work for the radio station, less and less money was being granted to them as a new product, the television, was slowly taking over the entertainment world. One day, when Alex went to work, he found the building was shut down. This sent him into a depression because now he was out of work and his stories that he had a passion for couldnt be broadcasted.
When he became 32, he befriended a man named David. David was a struggling alcohol addict who was the face of a late night talk show. David somehow managed to coax his bosses into getting Alex on to the show as a writer. At one point, people though Alex and David were dating but, in reality, they were simply platonic husbands who shared an apartment. Alex couldn't quite describe it but it was more than love for David that he felt, not the romantic kind but the respect kind. David helped Alex through his fears of the dark, of failing, and of being forgotten and Alex supported David during his time of struggles with his addiction.
However, one day Alex found David drunk in their shared apartment. David, who had no idea what he was doing during the time, unfortunately tried to come on to Alex forcefully. Alex, fearing for himself, tried to keep David away from him but the David didn't stop and ended up r[GP]ing Alex. Alex, confused and hurt, disappeared from David's life after that.
During his time on the streets, Alex was homeless and feeling the overwhelming depression that came from being SAed. Slowly, he went insane and bought a gun, believing David knew the entire time what he was doing and deserved to be dead for it. He ended up going to David's home and shooting him point blank in the forehead. Alex, now realizing what he had done, was stuck in a state of delusion. He believed he could rewrite what happened to his friend somehow and ended up killing himself with the same gun he shot David with.
When he awoke, he was somehow back in time before everything had happened
He barely remembers what happened, suffering under what can be described as a dissociative fugue, where he believes his name is John instead of Alex but somehow remembers he is a writer.
*Cut for Theren. Definitely dude, who do you want for that?*
It definitely isn’t enough to be considered something like a god or an archdevil, but it’s a lot more than anyone would expect from someone in a floral shirt, stronger than most max level spellcasters “Ya tryin’ ta fight out how strong I am, mate?”
“But oranges help with sickness, you’re going to eat them, and not because you like them. Okay?”
*Who gets afraid easily?*
"Yeah. I'd say your like me. Almost a demigod. But I am a demigod so I'd know if you were one."
"no..."
*Probably Tim, but he’s like Oliver. He’s a construct/human made from magical items, who contains the power equal to a Star destroyer, maybe a bit more.*
“Ah, I ain’t the offspring of a god, mate. Just someone who used to be human. Try not to poke or pry too deep.”
He shakes his head “It’s for your health, you don’t need to get any more sick.” He says softly.
As a child, Alex loved stories. He would craft his own and listen intently to the ones his mother would tell him. However, he had Nyctophobia, which is an extreme fear of the dark, to the point he would get nightmares every night. When he was about 8 or 9, his mother gifted him a notebook in which he recorded his nightmares. His mother prompted him to write a story where he vanquished these nightmares using the flashlight he always kept by his bed at night. He did so and did that till he was 17 when the nightmares became less horrible and more a side effect of his own fears he learned to live with.
At the age of 22 and fresh out of community college for creative writing classes, he became a writer at a local radio station. At night they would produce his stories for people to hear on the radio and this brought him a great deal of joy. As he grew older and continued to work for the radio station, less and less money was being granted to them as a new product, the television, was slowly taking over the entertainment world. One day, when Alex went to work, he found the building was shut down. This sent him into a depression because now he was out of work and his stories that he had a passion for couldnt be broadcasted.
When he became 32, he befriended a man named David. David was a struggling alcohol addict who was the face of a late night talk show. David somehow managed to coax his bosses into getting Alex on to the show as a writer. At one point, people though Alex and David were dating but, in reality, they were simply platonic husbands who shared an apartment. Alex couldn't quite describe it but it was more than love for David that he felt, not the romantic kind but the respect kind. David helped Alex through his fears of the dark, of failing, and of being forgotten and Alex supported David during his time of struggles with his addiction.
However, one day Alex found David drunk in their shared apartment. David, who had no idea what he was doing during the time, unfortunately tried to come on to Alex forcefully. Alex, fearing for himself, tried to keep David away from him but the David didn't stop and ended up r[GP]ing Alex. Alex, confused and hurt, disappeared from David's life after that.
During his time on the streets, Alex was homeless and feeling the overwhelming depression that came from being SAed. Slowly, he went insane and bought a gun, believing David knew the entire time what he was doing and deserved to be dead for it. He ended up going to David's home and shooting him point blank in the forehead. Alex, now realizing what he had done, was stuck in a state of delusion. He believed he could rewrite what happened to his friend somehow and ended up killing himself with the same gun he shot David with.
When he awoke, he was somehow back in time before everything had happened
He barely remembers what happened, suffering under what can be described as a dissociative fugue, where he believes his name is John instead of Alex but somehow remembers he is a writer.
*Jesus...*
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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.
*Cut for Theren. Definitely dude, who do you want for that?*
It definitely isn’t enough to be considered something like a god or an archdevil, but it’s a lot more than anyone would expect from someone in a floral shirt, stronger than most max level spellcasters “Ya tryin’ ta fight out how strong I am, mate?”
“But oranges help with sickness, you’re going to eat them, and not because you like them. Okay?”
*Who gets afraid easily?*
"Yeah. I'd say your like me. Almost a demigod. But I am a demigod so I'd know if you were one."
"no..."
*Probably Tim, but he’s like Oliver. He’s a construct/human made from magical items, who contains the power equal to a Star destroyer, maybe a bit more.*
“Ah, I ain’t the offspring of a god, mate. Just someone who used to be human. Try not to poke or pry too deep.”
He shakes his head “It’s for your health, you don’t need to get any more sick.” He says softly.
*Anyone less powerful? I'm not looking to do combat today*
"That's my speciality though." he grumbles, joking.
He shakes his head. "I don't like 'em."
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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.
*Cut for Theren. Definitely dude, who do you want for that?*
It definitely isn’t enough to be considered something like a god or an archdevil, but it’s a lot more than anyone would expect from someone in a floral shirt, stronger than most max level spellcasters “Ya tryin’ ta fight out how strong I am, mate?”
“But oranges help with sickness, you’re going to eat them, and not because you like them. Okay?”
*Who gets afraid easily?*
"Yeah. I'd say your like me. Almost a demigod. But I am a demigod so I'd know if you were one."
"no..."
*Probably Tim, but he’s like Oliver. He’s a construct/human made from magical items, who contains the power equal to a Star destroyer, maybe a bit more.*
“Ah, I ain’t the offspring of a god, mate. Just someone who used to be human. Try not to poke or pry too deep.”
He shakes his head “It’s for your health, you don’t need to get any more sick.” He says softly.
*Anyone less powerful? I'm not looking to do combat today*
"That's my speciality though." he grumbles, joking.
He shakes his head. "I don't like 'em."
*Oh you won’t have to worry about that, just don’t do anything too bad to Tim and he won’t explode.*
He chuckles at that “I know some gods who might be a bit better at it, but they’re [gp]s, so I’d rather you than them.”
“How about I make you something healthy that you do like?” He asks, taking a glass, crushing one of the oranges into juice.
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 single transport ship lands into the woods, dispensing B1 Battle Droids.
"Oh also, I've got this cool thing, check these out." He pulls out a small blue orb of pure magic.
"I can make you something without oranges. What do you like?"
Tim is in the woods, and didn't hear the transport ship. Though the transport ship would see the massive flashing lights coming from where Tim is.
He tilts his head, holding out his hand to touch it.
"apple..."
B1 Battle droids walk towards the lights.
Jason lets them, from what they can sense it's something that can provide elemental affinities to weapons or armor, as well as amplifies elemental magic.
He nods, walking inside and walking out with a cup of apple juice, and a small slice of apple pie.
They find Tim, sitting cross legged in a clearing, his way too big wizard hat on his head, his book in front of him, trying to not put too much power into Light.
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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.'
A single transport ship lands into the woods, dispensing B1 Battle Droids.
"Oh also, I've got this cool thing, check these out." He pulls out a small blue orb of pure magic.
"I can make you something without oranges. What do you like?"
Tim is in the woods, and didn't hear the transport ship. Though the transport ship would see the massive flashing lights coming from where Tim is.
He tilts his head, holding out his hand to touch it.
"apple..."
B1 Battle droids walk towards the lights.
Jason lets them, from what they can sense it's something that can provide elemental affinities to weapons or armor, as well as amplifies elemental magic.
He nods, walking inside and walking out with a cup of apple juice, and a small slice of apple pie.
They find Tim, sitting cross legged in a clearing, his way too big wizard hat on his head, his book in front of him, trying to not put too much power into Light.
"woah...advanced stuff..."
He gulps the juice down.
The droids walk closer. "Roger Roger." they say to eachother
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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.
*Heck yah, made another depressed as all hell character.*
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
*WHooo hoo! Wanna rp? I have a few*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Cut for Theren. Definitely dude, who do you want for that?*
It definitely isn’t enough to be considered something like a god or an archdevil, but it’s a lot more than anyone would expect from someone in a floral shirt, stronger than most max level spellcasters “Ya tryin’ ta fight out how strong I am, mate?”
“But oranges help with sickness, you’re going to eat them, and not because you like them. Okay?”
*Who gets afraid easily?*
"Yeah. I'd say your like me. Almost a demigod. But I am a demigod so I'd know if you were one."
"no..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Oh hey Wendi, you got a new character? Fun.*
*Character: [Trigger Warning.]*
As a child, Alex loved stories. He would craft his own and listen intently to the ones his mother would tell him. However, he had Nyctophobia, which is an extreme fear of the dark, to the point he would get nightmares every night. When he was about 8 or 9, his mother gifted him a notebook in which he recorded his nightmares. His mother prompted him to write a story where he vanquished these nightmares using the flashlight he always kept by his bed at night. He did so and did that till he was 17 when the nightmares became less horrible and more a side effect of his own fears he learned to live with.
At the age of 22 and fresh out of community college for creative writing classes, he became a writer at a local radio station. At night they would produce his stories for people to hear on the radio and this brought him a great deal of joy. As he grew older and continued to work for the radio station, less and less money was being granted to them as a new product, the television, was slowly taking over the entertainment world. One day, when Alex went to work, he found the building was shut down. This sent him into a depression because now he was out of work and his stories that he had a passion for couldnt be broadcasted.
When he became 32, he befriended a man named David. David was a struggling alcohol addict who was the face of a late night talk show. David somehow managed to coax his bosses into getting Alex on to the show as a writer. At one point, people though Alex and David were dating but, in reality, they were simply platonic husbands who shared an apartment. Alex couldn't quite describe it but it was more than love for David that he felt, not the romantic kind but the respect kind. David helped Alex through his fears of the dark, of failing, and of being forgotten and Alex supported David during his time of struggles with his addiction.
However, one day Alex found David drunk in their shared apartment. David, who had no idea what he was doing during the time, unfortunately tried to come on to Alex forcefully. Alex, fearing for himself, tried to keep David away from him but the David didn't stop and ended up r[GP]ing Alex. Alex, confused and hurt, disappeared from David's life after that.
During his time on the streets, Alex was homeless and feeling the overwhelming depression that came from being SAed. Slowly, he went insane and bought a gun, believing David knew the entire time what he was doing and deserved to be dead for it. He ended up going to David's home and shooting him point blank in the forehead. Alex, now realizing what he had done, was stuck in a state of delusion. He believed he could rewrite what happened to his friend somehow and ended up killing himself with the same gun he shot David with.
When he awoke, he was somehow back in time before everything had happened
He barely remembers what happened, suffering under what can be described as a dissociative fugue, where he believes his name is John instead of Alex but somehow remembers he is a writer.
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
*Probably Tim, but he’s like Oliver. He’s a construct/human made from magical items, who contains the power equal to a Star destroyer, maybe a bit more.*
“Ah, I ain’t the offspring of a god, mate. Just someone who used to be human. Try not to poke or pry too deep.”
He shakes his head “It’s for your health, you don’t need to get any more sick.” He says softly.
*Jesus...*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Anyone less powerful? I'm not looking to do combat today*
"That's my speciality though." he grumbles, joking.
He shakes his head. "I don't like 'em."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Oh you won’t have to worry about that, just don’t do anything too bad to Tim and he won’t explode.*
He chuckles at that “I know some gods who might be a bit better at it, but they’re [gp]s, so I’d rather you than them.”
“How about I make you something healthy that you do like?” He asks, taking a glass, crushing one of the oranges into juice.
*oh goody*
"Cheers to that." Leo laughs.
He shakes his head. "Don't like oranges.."
A single transport ship lands into the woods, dispensing B1 Battle Droids.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*it’s me*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*-chucks characters-*
Theren is inside and drinking a cup of tea. His head droops with exhaustion.
Phoenix is finishing up the scrapbook he's making for Jack. phoenix carefully places the photos down.
Leo is giving Festus his favorite snack, motor oil. He has a big smile on his face now that his friend is back.
Helios is sitting outside in the cold, coughing and sniffling a bit as he tends to his rabbits.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Ah Jobah, hello.*
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.)
(good morning)
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
"Oh also, I've got this cool thing, check these out." He pulls out a small blue orb of pure magic.
"I can make you something without oranges. What do you like?"
Tim is in the woods, and didn't hear the transport ship. Though the transport ship would see the massive flashing lights coming from where Tim is.
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.)
He tilts his head, holding out his hand to touch it.
"apple..."
B1 Battle droids walk towards the lights.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Jason lets them, from what they can sense it's something that can provide elemental affinities to weapons or armor, as well as amplifies elemental magic.
He nods, walking inside and walking out with a cup of apple juice, and a small slice of apple pie.
They find Tim, sitting cross legged in a clearing, his way too big wizard hat on his head, his book in front of him, trying to not put too much power into Light.
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.)
"woah...advanced stuff..."
He gulps the juice down.
The droids walk closer. "Roger Roger." they say to eachother
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Stuff like this is about all I can make, well, other than my ability to manipulate my own soul."
Within, barely noticeable until he finishes the glass, is the slightest taste of orange.
Tim turns to them and waves with a smile, revealing under his plastic exterior, is pulsating flesh.
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.)