Favorite Characters: Patrick Nash (Miss Scarlet) Alex Casey (Remedy Games) John “Soap” McTavish (Call Of Duty) William Schenk (Spiral: From the Book of Saw) Will Graham (Hannibal TV Series) Jan (Shattered Warrior) Albert Wesker (Resident Evil) Tim Drake (Batman) Simon “Ghost” Riley (Call Of Duty) Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) Loki (Dogma) Johnny Cage (Mortal Kombat) Gordon Freeman (HLVRAI) Alan (Smiling Friends) The Ghoul (Fallout TV Series) Zuke (No Straight Roads) DK West (No Straight Roads)
Comfort Characters Alan Wake (Remedy Games) Vittorio Toscano (Dead By Daylight) Red Guy (Don't Hug Me I'm Scared) John Price (Call Of Duty) John Kramer (Saw Franchise) Jerome (AFK Arena) Millie (Helluva Boss) Stolas (Helluva Boss) Chilchuck (Dungeon Meshi) The Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who) Sportacus (Lazy Town) Hellboy (Hellboy) Benrey (HLVRAI) Tommy Coolatta (HLVRAI) John Hancock (Fallout 4)
and then this, this morning:
Characters I use as Inspiration:
Alan Wake (Remedy Games)
Alex Casey (Remedy Games)
John 'Soap' McTavish (Call Of Duty)
Simon 'Ghost' Riley (Call Of Duty)
Hannibal (Hannibal TV Series)
William Schenk (Spiral: From the Book of Saw)
Zeke Banks (Spiral: From the Book of Saw)
Jerome (AFK Arena)
Vittorio Toscano (Dead By Daylight)
Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)
Patrick Nash (Miss Scarlet)
(you want to rp?)
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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
She’s over the moon with joy, clinging tightly to them.
“Hephaestus?” She spits on the ground to the side of her, putting her hands in her hips “Thanks for fixing it.”
He laughs a bit. "Okay okay, calm down kiddo."
"Yeah? So?" he says, eyes narrowed. "Hes my old man."
She takes some deep breaths, trying not to exhaust herself “You’re so nice.”
“Really?” She raises an eyebrow “You’re a god? That’s gotta suck sometimes huh?”
"I try to be kid." he says with a small smile.
"Demigod." he says, waggling a hammer at them. "And sure, I guess." he says, adding a finishing touch to the armor for her
She takes out her sword, still hidden under her flowy dress, looking at it, repaired from her fight before.
“Well, life sucks for everybody at one point or another anyway.” She looks at the repaired armor, smiling “Huh, you are pronominal at your job, just another good thing about you I guess.”
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
She’s over the moon with joy, clinging tightly to them.
“Hephaestus?” She spits on the ground to the side of her, putting her hands in her hips “Thanks for fixing it.”
He laughs a bit. "Okay okay, calm down kiddo."
"Yeah? So?" he says, eyes narrowed. "Hes my old man."
She takes some deep breaths, trying not to exhaust herself “You’re so nice.”
“Really?” She raises an eyebrow “You’re a god? That’s gotta suck sometimes huh?”
"I try to be kid." he says with a small smile.
"Demigod." he says, waggling a hammer at them. "And sure, I guess." he says, adding a finishing touch to the armor for her
She takes out her sword, still hidden under her flowy dress, looking at it, repaired from her fight before.
“Well, life sucks for everybody at one point or another anyway.” She looks at the repaired armor, smiling “Huh, you are pronominal at your job, just another good thing about you I guess.”
"Whats up?" he asks, concerned.
He nods. "One of my many useful perks as the son of the god of the forge."
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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.
“I’m just thinking about how I couldn’t help. Wanna help me train?” She looks up to them.
“You’re pretty cute too, but I don’t think that’s from being a demigod.” She puts the breastplate back on, putting her crossbow on her back “I’m guessing the giant metal dragon is yours?”
“I’m just thinking about how I couldn’t help. Wanna help me train?” She looks up to them.
“You’re pretty cute too, but I don’t think that’s from being a demigod.” She puts the breastplate back on, putting her crossbow on her back “I’m guessing the giant metal dragon is yours?”
"Ok, sure. lets do that."
Leo is slightly stunned by that comment but snaps out of it. "Uhm, yeah. Thats Festus."
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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.
“I’m just thinking about how I couldn’t help. Wanna help me train?” She looks up to them.
“You’re pretty cute too, but I don’t think that’s from being a demigod.” She puts the breastplate back on, putting her crossbow on her back “I’m guessing the giant metal dragon is yours?”
"Ok, sure. lets do that."
Leo is slightly stunned by that comment but snaps out of it. "Uhm, yeah. Thats Festus."
She gets up, stepping a little bit away. Her stance isn’t great, but they can tell she’s trying.
She gives them a rigid salute, “Nice to meet you Festus. Oh, I’ve forgot to introduce myself. Anastasia, but just call me Ana.”
“I’m just thinking about how I couldn’t help. Wanna help me train?” She looks up to them.
“You’re pretty cute too, but I don’t think that’s from being a demigod.” She puts the breastplate back on, putting her crossbow on her back “I’m guessing the giant metal dragon is yours?”
"Ok, sure. lets do that."
Leo is slightly stunned by that comment but snaps out of it. "Uhm, yeah. Thats Festus."
She gets up, stepping a little bit away. Her stance isn’t great, but they can tell she’s trying.
She gives them a rigid salute, “Nice to meet you Festus. Oh, I’ve forgot to introduce myself. Anastasia, but just call me Ana.”
He picks up a training sword, standing loosely. He helps correct her stance.
Festus clicks and squeaks. "Nice to meet you. Names Leo, Leo Valdez. Never call me Leonidas. I hate that name." he says with an impish grin.
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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.
He picks up a training sword, standing loosely. He helps correct her stance.
Festus clicks and squeaks. "Nice to meet you. Names Leo, Leo Valdez. Never call me Leonidas. I hate that name." he says with an impish grin.
She swings at them, doing better with that corrected stance, but unable to properly swing the blade and optimize the blade's weight. Even if she does land a hit, it wouldn't hurt in the slightest.
"Wasn't gonna before, and now I certainly won't." She smiles at the both of them, cracking her knuckles "Do either of you know a good place to stay? Just in case my camp ends up being destroyed."
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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 picks up a training sword, standing loosely. He helps correct her stance.
Festus clicks and squeaks. "Nice to meet you. Names Leo, Leo Valdez. Never call me Leonidas. I hate that name." he says with an impish grin.
She swings at them, doing better with that corrected stance, but unable to properly swing the blade and optimize the blade's weight. Even if she does land a hit, it wouldn't hurt in the slightest.
"Wasn't gonna before, and now I certainly won't." She smiles at the both of them, cracking her knuckles "Do either of you know a good place to stay? Just in case my camp ends up being destroyed."
He easily blocks it. "We should probably get you a shorter sword until you build up a bit more muscle."
"Theres a tavern down the road. I also have bunks here. But its honestly nicer at the tavern, especially if you don't like the sounds of machines and stuff."
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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.
He picks up a training sword, standing loosely. He helps correct her stance.
Festus clicks and squeaks. "Nice to meet you. Names Leo, Leo Valdez. Never call me Leonidas. I hate that name." he says with an impish grin.
She swings at them, doing better with that corrected stance, but unable to properly swing the blade and optimize the blade's weight. Even if she does land a hit, it wouldn't hurt in the slightest.
"Wasn't gonna before, and now I certainly won't." She smiles at the both of them, cracking her knuckles "Do either of you know a good place to stay? Just in case my camp ends up being destroyed."
He easily blocks it. "We should probably get you a shorter sword until you build up a bit more muscle."
"Theres a tavern down the road. I also have bunks here. But its honestly nicer at the tavern, especially if you don't like the sounds of machines and stuff."
She nods, trying to put more weight on the tip of the blade by shifting her stance and swinging again.
"I'm fine here if you don't mind me staying. I like noise, it reminds me of my days in the sniper unit." She cracks her neck "I'll go get my things." She walks off, coming back a while later with all of her things in a single crate.
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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.'
(you 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
He laughs a bit. "Okay okay, calm down kiddo."
"Yeah? So?" he says, eyes narrowed. "Hes my old man."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Anybody else wanna rp?*
She takes some deep breaths, trying not to exhaust herself “You’re so nice.”
“Really?” She raises an eyebrow “You’re a god? That’s gotta suck sometimes huh?”
"I try to be kid." he says with a small smile.
"Demigod." he says, waggling a hammer at them. "And sure, I guess." he says, adding a finishing touch to the armor for her
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She takes out her sword, still hidden under her flowy dress, looking at it, repaired from her fight before.
“Well, life sucks for everybody at one point or another anyway.” She looks at the repaired armor, smiling “Huh, you are pronominal at your job, just another good thing about you I guess.”
(Hi Theren)
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
"Whats up?" he asks, concerned.
He nods. "One of my many useful perks as the son of the god of the forge."
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.*
“I’m just thinking about how I couldn’t help. Wanna help me train?” She looks up to them.
“You’re pretty cute too, but I don’t think that’s from being a demigod.” She puts the breastplate back on, putting her crossbow on her back “I’m guessing the giant metal dragon is yours?”
"Ok, sure. lets do that."
Leo is slightly stunned by that comment but snaps out of it. "Uhm, yeah. Thats Festus."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She gets up, stepping a little bit away. Her stance isn’t great, but they can tell she’s trying.
She gives them a rigid salute, “Nice to meet you Festus. Oh, I’ve forgot to introduce myself. Anastasia, but just call me Ana.”
He picks up a training sword, standing loosely. He helps correct her stance.
Festus clicks and squeaks. "Nice to meet you. Names Leo, Leo Valdez. Never call me Leonidas. I hate that name." he says with an impish grin.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Just a normal human guy who wants to eat the gods.*
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
*Sounds yummy*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She swings at them, doing better with that corrected stance, but unable to properly swing the blade and optimize the blade's weight. Even if she does land a hit, it wouldn't hurt in the slightest.
"Wasn't gonna before, and now I certainly won't." She smiles at the both of them, cracking her knuckles "Do either of you know a good place to stay? Just in case my camp ends up being destroyed."
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.)
*Ah yes, the average guy doing for a simple snack.*
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 easily blocks it. "We should probably get you a shorter sword until you build up a bit more muscle."
"Theres a tavern down the road. I also have bunks here. But its honestly nicer at the tavern, especially if you don't like the sounds of machines and stuff."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Relatable*
*eh I'll just take them when you aren't looking -grunkle stan
What?-person selling the wax figures
I said I was gonna rob you-grunkle stan*
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She nods, trying to put more weight on the tip of the blade by shifting her stance and swinging again.
"I'm fine here if you don't mind me staying. I like noise, it reminds me of my days in the sniper unit." She cracks her neck "I'll go get my things." She walks off, coming back a while later with all of her things in a single crate.
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.)