*I don't how he doesn't knock things off of shelves when he turns around.*
*He claps when he runs.*
*Bro, him and Snake cannot do anything stealth.*
*Or Arthur Morgan.*
*Man I forgot how much [gp] Arthur has.*
*Now I wanna make a Arthur Morgan/Deathslinger/Werewolf boi*
*Please do, I would love to have another cowboy, kinda sounds a little like Grimes, but more confident.*
*I want to take multiple sources like Trevor from GTA V, Philip Graves from COD, Arthur, Deathslinger from DBD and combine that all together and mix it with werewolf DNA to make a dude who seems normal but can go insane and hunt you down till the end of your days of you threaten him.*
*I do like the idea, though I don’t understand all of the references you are using for it. More than anything I hope you like to play them yourself.*
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
She looks over to them, taking deep breaths, “Nothing, just a nightmare, nothing at all.”
“What is the story of your life, friend?”
He chuckles with them, giving them a kiss on the forehead slightly nervously, “When do you want to start?”
"You cant lie to me, sweetie." she frowns, scooping them up and clinging to them.
"I'm a newer god." he shrugs. "My purpose was to begin training to take over for my older brother. But, I found myself trapped in poor relationships with mortals constantly, shackled by those unfit to wield a leash. Now i'm here."
"Whenever you decide to put me down." she huffs jokingly.
She wraps her arms around them tightly, squeezing them, “It is just a nightmare… just… a bad one.”
“A god? And here I am, just some guy and his dog. If I had any advice for you I’d give it, sounds like a life that’s been tougher than mine buddy.”
He does puts them down, back on the ground, taking a deep breath, ashes coming out of his nose, “Let’s get started then.”
*I've renamed Austin to Joshua. He's going to be a forge cleric who follows the teachings of Volstadt, a CG god of forge, hearth, volcanoes, strugels, snails, and many other things probably.*
"I'm here how... it's okay." she kisses their head.
He chuckles. "a guy fit to wield a leash. No, some things you've gotta learn for yourself, cause there's no advice for it."
"So, since there's not really dirt here, you've first got to imagine that there is."
She takes some deep breaths, giving them a kiss back "It's okay, I'm okay."
"Ain't that right, there are some things only life has the skills to touch you. Me and Max learned that the hard way."
He closes his eyes, beginning to simply think 'Dirt.' Accidentally making mountains of it.
"You're fine..." she smiles, laying down, them on top of her.
"That's the truth. What besides the pool brings you here, though?"
"That's too much.. Instead of mountains, think 'plot of dirt ready to be dug up."
She clings to them, wrapping her arms and legs around them, "I love you... I just... they died because of me."
"Adventuring, and all the bull [gp] that comes with it." He says with a chuckle.
Instead, he simply materializes a shovel for himself "I don't want to waste any of this dirt." He begins to spread out to dirt, creating a multitude of plots.
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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.'
"Cute name.. aint that the name of the small weather town nearby?" he takes a sip of coffee, offering them bacon as he notices they haven't ordered yet.
Basil Foster, a name that sets fear into even the bravest of men down in the south. A criminal of sorts, though if you use that term when addressing him.. you may want to hide for the rest of your life. The patience of a saint and a fuse shorter than most sticks of dynamite, Basil has been wanted for many crimes. His first time was for arson when he burnt down the Mayor's home one summer night, the earliest time has been for murder as he publicly hung a corrupt politician who squandered money from the good folks who worked hard to earn their daily bread. He seems himself a vigilante but can you call someone that if they still take a man's life without batting an eye?
Standing 5'11 with skin that is tanned from the sun and scarred with bullet wounds, whip lashing, bladed stabs, and even a chemical burn on his left shoulder. His eyes resemblance the foggy mornings, a light grey color flecked with bits of blue. He has short, but somewhat well kept brown hair that follows down his chin to a scruffy beard. His teeth aren't like a normal man's, no, they are sharp and canine in a way. On his neck is a tattoo resembling a chain loop, always going and never ending.
Basil, currently on the run from the law, has somehow ended up in Lord's Rest. Posters for his arrest have been set up around town, folks from down south hunting him for a mighty fine reward. Little do they know that the man they seek is hiding in the woods, deep from eyes that might pry.
He sits before a campfire, his horse tied up to a tree as it munches away on grass. Basil stares at the fire, his right hand propping up his head as he watches the flames lick at the wooden logs.
*I do like the idea, though I don’t understand all of the references you are using for it. More than anything I hope you like to play them yourself.*
*Gotta go shower I’ll be back in a few.*
*Back OWO*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
(hi)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
She wraps her arms around them tightly, squeezing them, “It is just a nightmare… just… a bad one.”
“A god? And here I am, just some guy and his dog. If I had any advice for you I’d give it, sounds like a life that’s been tougher than mine buddy.”
He does puts them down, back on the ground, taking a deep breath, ashes coming out of his nose, “Let’s get started then.”
*Heya mate*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
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.)
*I've renamed Austin to Joshua. He's going to be a forge cleric who follows the teachings of Volstadt, a CG god of forge, hearth, volcanoes, strugels, snails, and many other things probably.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She takes some deep breaths, giving them a kiss back "It's okay, I'm okay."
"Ain't that right, there are some things only life has the skills to touch you. Me and Max learned that the hard way."
He closes his eyes, beginning to simply think 'Dirt.' Accidentally making mountains of it.
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.)
"Aspen" They smile to him
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
She clings to them, wrapping her arms and legs around them, "I love you... I just... they died because of me."
"Adventuring, and all the bull [gp] that comes with it." He says with a chuckle.
Instead, he simply materializes a shovel for himself "I don't want to waste any of this dirt." He begins to spread out to dirt, creating a multitude of plots.
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 takes the bacon
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"Don't look at me like that, it makes me feel bad..."
"I wish yours could be, but I was lucky enough to get a terrible job that's simple, not everyone can."
Once he's done, sweating slightly as the dirt expands for miles, he turns to them "What next?"
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.)
Basil Foster, a name that sets fear into even the bravest of men down in the south. A criminal of sorts, though if you use that term when addressing him.. you may want to hide for the rest of your life. The patience of a saint and a fuse shorter than most sticks of dynamite, Basil has been wanted for many crimes. His first time was for arson when he burnt down the Mayor's home one summer night, the earliest time has been for murder as he publicly hung a corrupt politician who squandered money from the good folks who worked hard to earn their daily bread. He seems himself a vigilante but can you call someone that if they still take a man's life without batting an eye?
Standing 5'11 with skin that is tanned from the sun and scarred with bullet wounds, whip lashing, bladed stabs, and even a chemical burn on his left shoulder. His eyes resemblance the foggy mornings, a light grey color flecked with bits of blue. He has short, but somewhat well kept brown hair that follows down his chin to a scruffy beard. His teeth aren't like a normal man's, no, they are sharp and canine in a way. On his neck is a tattoo resembling a chain loop, always going and never ending.
Basil, currently on the run from the law, has somehow ended up in Lord's Rest. Posters for his arrest have been set up around town, folks from down south hunting him for a mighty fine reward. Little do they know that the man they seek is hiding in the woods, deep from eyes that might pry.
He sits before a campfire, his horse tied up to a tree as it munches away on grass. Basil stares at the fire, his right hand propping up his head as he watches the flames lick at the wooden logs.
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