I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
*Hey, weekday chicken men/women/others! I introduced a strugel magician yesterday! He has a butterfly theme and wields shadow magic, fear, and waxwork to educate and entertain the masses (as a bard should).*
*He's socially anxious, nyctophobic, and not actually that good at his job because he's afraid of making people uncomfortable but still wants to be "scary."*
*Sounds like he'd be a really fun character to interact with! I could see him and KK getting along well- she uses fear to entertain in a somewhat similar way.*
*Speaking of characters, wouldst thou like to rp, brother?*
*Indeed, sister!*
Theodore (said magician) has been panhandling, performing street magic and singing in an attempt to be able to eat today. He's sitting on a bench, counting his copper pieces and the occasional silver.
*Hey, weekday chicken men/women/others! I introduced a strugel magician yesterday! He has a butterfly theme and wields shadow magic, fear, and waxwork to educate and entertain the masses (as a bard should).*
*He's socially anxious, nyctophobic, and not actually that good at his job because he's afraid of making people uncomfortable but still wants to be "scary."*
(sounds like a fun time)
*Indeed! He was the first character I've actually had fun making in a long time!*
(glad to hear it :D. What is nyctophobia?)
*Irrational fear of the dark, although it isn't irrational for him.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I don't mind at all, no." She responds, opening up a part of the radio's external casing for him to see its inner components. Like the rest of the radio, it is composed of mechanisms that shouldn't exist, wiring that has somehow not combusted yet despite being a tangled mess, and the device to which the blood vials are connected.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Hey, weekday chicken men/women/others! I introduced a strugel magician yesterday! He has a butterfly theme and wields shadow magic, fear, and waxwork to educate and entertain the masses (as a bard should).*
*He's socially anxious, nyctophobic, and not actually that good at his job because he's afraid of making people uncomfortable but still wants to be "scary."*
*Sounds like he'd be a really fun character to interact with! I could see him and KK getting along well- she uses fear to entertain in a somewhat similar way.*
*Speaking of characters, wouldst thou like to rp, brother?*
*Indeed, sister!*
Theodore (said magician) has been panhandling, performing street magic and singing in an attempt to be able to eat today. He's sitting on a bench, counting his copper pieces and the occasional silver.
KK sits on the opposite end of the bench, writing something down with her notepad and pen as she mutters to herself. Something about 'arms' and 'stitching'.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I don't mind at all, no." She responds, opening up a part of the radio's external casing for him to see its inner components. Like the rest of the radio, it is composed of mechanisms that shouldn't exist, wiring that has somehow not combusted yet despite being a tangled mess, and the device to which the blood vials are connected.
*Sure :] *
Leo examines it closer, trying to make sense of it. Investigation: 25
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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 don't mind at all, no." She responds, opening up a part of the radio's external casing for him to see its inner components. Like the rest of the radio, it is composed of mechanisms that shouldn't exist, wiring that has somehow not combusted yet despite being a tangled mess, and the device to which the blood vials are connected.
*Sure :] *
Leo examines it closer, trying to make sense of it. Investigation: 26
As he investigates the machine's inner workings, he occasionally catches sight of a sigil carved into the metal, or a tiny bit of paper with magic symbols written in blood- the device is as much magical as it is technological, though by looking back at the notes, he can tell it's likely meant to be substitutions for parts of the instructions that make the least sense.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I wanna make a villain who can copy someone's abilities. Kinda like Task Master.*
(that would be interesting with Gravedigger)
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
Theodore (said magician) has been panhandling, performing street magic and singing in an attempt to be able to eat today. He's sitting on a bench, counting his copper pieces and the occasional silver.
KK sits on the opposite end of the bench, writing something down with her notepad and pen as she mutters to herself. Something about 'arms' and 'stitching'.
He reaches into his case and pulls out what seems to be a severed human arm suffering from rigor mortis. It looks completely real as he places its hand on her shoulder.
*Dang it, my brother has finally decided to do his homework so I have to go for a couple hours.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I don't mind at all, no." She responds, opening up a part of the radio's external casing for him to see its inner components. Like the rest of the radio, it is composed of mechanisms that shouldn't exist, wiring that has somehow not combusted yet despite being a tangled mess, and the device to which the blood vials are connected.
*Sure :] *
Leo examines it closer, trying to make sense of it. Investigation: 26
As he investigates the machine's inner workings, he occasionally catches sight of a sigil carved into the metal, or a tiny bit of paper with magic symbols written in blood- the device is as much magical as it is technological, though by looking back at the notes, he can tell it's likely meant to be substitutions for parts of the instructions that make the least sense.
"This thing is running off of hopes and dreams.." he mutters
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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.
Magistrate Button is a devout believer in The Dying Light and that 'No one deserves this world and the beauty it holds. All we do is ruin it and we only deserve death". He works as an executioner for the Court of The Final Words. He, like the other executioners, is man-made from metal and unstable, but contained, souls of the damned. The executioners are able to mimic others' attacks, spells, and even speech after watching or studying them for an hour. They can predict movement and actions from this study and can completely understand how a person thinks and acts in a matter of a day.*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Magistrate Button is a devout believer in The Dying Light and that 'No one deserves this world and the beauty it holds. All we do is ruin it and we only deserve death". He works as an executioner for the Court of The Final Words. He, like the other executioners, is man-made from metal and unstable, but contained, souls of the damned. The executioners are able to mimic others' attacks, spells, and even speech after watching or studying them for an hour. They can predict movement and actions from this study and can completely understand how a person thinks and acts in a matter of a day.*
(I like the idea)
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
"I don't mind at all, no." She responds, opening up a part of the radio's external casing for him to see its inner components. Like the rest of the radio, it is composed of mechanisms that shouldn't exist, wiring that has somehow not combusted yet despite being a tangled mess, and the device to which the blood vials are connected.
*Sure :] *
Leo examines it closer, trying to make sense of it. Investigation: 26
As he investigates the machine's inner workings, he occasionally catches sight of a sigil carved into the metal, or a tiny bit of paper with magic symbols written in blood- the device is as much magical as it is technological, though by looking back at the notes, he can tell it's likely meant to be substitutions for parts of the instructions that make the least sense.
"This thing is running off of hopes and dreams.." he mutters
*Sorry about the delay*
"It sure is- trying to get it to run on blood or nightmare matter." She responds, as if this was a completely normal thing for her.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
(does anyone want to rp)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
*Indeed, sister!*
Theodore (said magician) has been panhandling, performing street magic and singing in an attempt to be able to eat today. He's sitting on a bench, counting his copper pieces and the occasional silver.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Irrational fear of the dark, although it isn't irrational for him.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Cut*
(Good place to end with Omori and Theren?)
"I don't mind at all, no." She responds, opening up a part of the radio's external casing for him to see its inner components. Like the rest of the radio, it is composed of mechanisms that shouldn't exist, wiring that has somehow not combusted yet despite being a tangled mess, and the device to which the blood vials are connected.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
KK sits on the opposite end of the bench, writing something down with her notepad and pen as she mutters to herself. Something about 'arms' and 'stitching'.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I wanna make a villain who can copy someone's abilities. Kinda like Task Master.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Sure :] *
Leo examines it closer, trying to make sense of it. Investigation: 25
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*ooooo, that sounds cool*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Part of me wants it to be an apathetic cold dictator sort of character or maybe a zealot who believes their gods words of war.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
As he investigates the machine's inner workings, he occasionally catches sight of a sigil carved into the metal, or a tiny bit of paper with magic symbols written in blood- the device is as much magical as it is technological, though by looking back at the notes, he can tell it's likely meant to be substitutions for parts of the instructions that make the least sense.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
(that would be interesting with Gravedigger)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
He reaches into his case and pulls out what seems to be a severed human arm suffering from rigor mortis. It looks completely real as he places its hand on her shoulder.
*Dang it, my brother has finally decided to do his homework so I have to go for a couple hours.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I like the Zealot one*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"This thing is running off of hopes and dreams.." he mutters
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hey everybody, my computer doesn't work right now, but I am back regardless. Anybody here?*
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.)
*So here is my idea.
Magistrate Button is a devout believer in The Dying Light and that 'No one deserves this world and the beauty it holds. All we do is ruin it and we only deserve death". He works as an executioner for the Court of The Final Words. He, like the other executioners, is man-made from metal and unstable, but contained, souls of the damned. The executioners are able to mimic others' attacks, spells, and even speech after watching or studying them for an hour. They can predict movement and actions from this study and can completely understand how a person thinks and acts in a matter of a day.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(I like the idea)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
*Sorry about the delay*
"It sure is- trying to get it to run on blood or nightmare matter." She responds, as if this was a completely normal thing for her.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I'm here! Wouldst thou like to rp, mine good friend?*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I would love to rp, though I don't have much time at the moment.*
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.)