The vines burn away as dark magic overflows Oliver's systems, making him bleed from his nose, mouth, and ears. He raises a hand and then speaks a powerful word in a dead language. *Need Merabelle to make a con save*
Leo nods. "Sure dear. Just hold the sphere steady."
Con save:15
Merabelle doesn't stop trying, though she changes tactics, purifying the vines and increasing the radiance she has within. Her heals the body, but attempts to stop them, she doesn't care about her own mortal frame, slowly breaking apart from the strain.
She comes back in working attire, holding the sphere steady as they ask.
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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.'
The vines burn away as dark magic overflows Oliver's systems, making him bleed from his nose, mouth, and ears. He raises a hand and then speaks a powerful word in a dead language. *Need Merabelle to make a con save*
Leo nods. "Sure dear. Just hold the sphere steady."
Con save:23
Merabelle doesn't stop trying, though she changes tactics, purifying the vines and increasing the radiance she has within. Her heals the body, but attempts to stop them, she doesn't care about her own mortal frame, slowly breaking apart from the strain.
She comes back in working attire, holding the sphere steady as they ask.
She feels her mind being probed but it vanishes. Theren grabs Oliver and slams him into the ground, making the ground crack.
Leo continues to work on it, biting his lip as he focuses.
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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.
The vines burn away as dark magic overflows Oliver's systems, making him bleed from his nose, mouth, and ears. He raises a hand and then speaks a powerful word in a dead language. *Need Merabelle to make a con save*
Leo nods. "Sure dear. Just hold the sphere steady."
Con save:23
Merabelle doesn't stop trying, though she changes tactics, purifying the vines and increasing the radiance she has within. Her heals the body, but attempts to stop them, she doesn't care about her own mortal frame, slowly breaking apart from the strain.
She comes back in working attire, holding the sphere steady as they ask.
She feels her mind being probed but it vanishes. Theren grabs Oliver and slams him into the ground, making the ground crack.
Leo continues to work on it, biting his lip as he focuses.
She continues to push on the vines, wrapping around them once more as Oliver is put to the ground, locking them there as Radiance slowly tries to make it's way inside.
She watches them affectionate, not trying to distract them, smiling happily.
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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.'
The vines burn away as dark magic overflows Oliver's systems, making him bleed from his nose, mouth, and ears. He raises a hand and then speaks a powerful word in a dead language. *Need Merabelle to make a con save*
Leo nods. "Sure dear. Just hold the sphere steady."
Con save:23
Merabelle doesn't stop trying, though she changes tactics, purifying the vines and increasing the radiance she has within. Her heals the body, but attempts to stop them, she doesn't care about her own mortal frame, slowly breaking apart from the strain.
She comes back in working attire, holding the sphere steady as they ask.
She feels her mind being probed but it vanishes. Theren grabs Oliver and slams him into the ground, making the ground crack.
Leo continues to work on it, biting his lip as he focuses.
She continues to push on the vines, wrapping around them once more as Oliver is put to the ground, locking them there as Radiance slowly tries to make it's way inside.
She watches them affectionate, not trying to distract them, smiling happily.
Theren practically forces the god out of the body, gripping it by the throat. "I should devour you myself." he snarls, voicing doubling.
Leo clicks some gears in place and sighs, tinkering a bit more
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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.
Misha was born with a fractures to the cheekbones, jaw, and nose which caused extreme pain to her at a young age. These injuries caused her face to appear hideous. Her parents, who were wholly religious, believed that this was a test from God and helped her through it the best they could. Unfortunately, they were mere butchers and didn't have enough money to pay for surgery. Misha grew up and began to believe that god had chosen her in some way. While young, she wore a mask to cover her scars and injuries, but as an adult she shunned the mask and lived believing that, even though she was ugly on the surface, she was beautiful inside.
When her parents retired, they gave her the butchers shop and she ran it well. She sold all types of animals from cows to shrews to those who paid. One day while preparing a cow, she had an epiphany. These animals, considered ugly by everyone and only good for slaughter had hopes and dreams just like humans so why should they be killed while humans lived. She went on to kill humans and sell them but was sentenced for being a monster. While about to be hung, she prayed fervently to god and somehow survived the hanging. She escaped the town and began anew.
She is technically a wendigo in some state but she believes that her wendigo form is what angels look like. She is a villian but she doesnt understand that she is one*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Misha was born with a fractures to the cheekbones, jaw, and nose which caused extreme pain to her at a young age. These injuries caused her face to appear hideous. Her parents, who were wholly religious, believed that this was a test from God and helped her through it the best they could. Unfortunately, they were mere butchers and didn't have enough money to pay for surgery. Misha grew up and began to believe that god had chosen her in some way. While young, she wore a mask to cover her scars and injuries, but as an adult she shunned the mask and lived believing that, even though she was ugly on the surface, she was beautiful inside.
When her parents retired, they gave her the butchers shop and she ran it well. She sold all types of animals from cows to shrews to those who paid. One day while preparing a cow, she had an epiphany. These animals, considered ugly by everyone and only good for slaughter had hopes and dreams just like humans so why should they be killed while humans lived. She went on to kill humans and sell them but was sentenced for being a monster. While about to be hung, she prayed fervently to god and somehow survived the hanging. She escaped the town and began anew.
She is technically a wendigo in some state but she believes that her wendigo form is what angels look like. She is a villian but she doesnt understand that she is one*
*I love it*
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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.
Misha was born with a fractures to the cheekbones, jaw, and nose which caused extreme pain to her at a young age. These injuries caused her face to appear hideous. Her parents, who were wholly religious, believed that this was a test from God and helped her through it the best they could. Unfortunately, they were mere butchers and didn't have enough money to pay for surgery. Misha grew up and began to believe that god had chosen her in some way. While young, she wore a mask to cover her scars and injuries, but as an adult she shunned the mask and lived believing that, even though she was ugly on the surface, she was beautiful inside.
When her parents retired, they gave her the butchers shop and she ran it well. She sold all types of animals from cows to shrews to those who paid. One day while preparing a cow, she had an epiphany. These animals, considered ugly by everyone and only good for slaughter had hopes and dreams just like humans so why should they be killed while humans lived. She went on to kill humans and sell them but was sentenced for being a monster. While about to be hung, she prayed fervently to god and somehow survived the hanging. She escaped the town and began anew.
She is technically a wendigo in some state but she believes that her wendigo form is what angels look like. She is a villian but she doesnt understand that she is one*
*Dang. You know I love religious horror, and I really love this*
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This is just Jobah619 again btw
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
The figure swallows the god as Theren shudders. He walks over to Merabelle as heals her completely. "Sorry you had to see that."
Leo stops biting his lip and looks up at her. "Sorry..."
She shakes her head, some of the wounds seemingly remain for some reason, though it doesn't bother Merabelle, "Just... I need to stay fer a bit. Take Oliver home."
"Don't be sorry, dear. We all have bad habits." She smiles lovingly.
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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.'
*Made this intro for the combat dome, I would like your most honest thoughts.
A chilling wind fills the dome, the sound of clashing blades stopping for a moment as the air seems to be cut into silence.
The Moon shines down despite it being the day, providing some kind of strange, soothing feeling, like a song that no one in the world can hope to hear, yet everyone knows the lyrics. Someone seems to be arriving at the same time, that same soothing feeling coming from them as they make their way inside. They are clad in armor that seems to be broken and cracked in some places, with silk under and over the armor, golden and silver colors, soft looking. They are lanky, though they appear strong and well kept, with eyes that share that same color. They have a blade on their back, which shares that unique shade of radiant silver, before they take it off of their back as they sit down, resting it in their lap. When they rest, something seems to shatter, but not sounding like bone or something of the like, but rather like glass, as if they had bottles or something in their armored boots, but that would be insane, right? Blood begins to leak from the feet of their armor, but the armored stranger doesn’t seem to notice and even if he does notice, he doesn’t seem to react in the slightest, beginning to sharpen his blade as he hums that song with no name to himself, impossible to comprehend, and yet perfectly simple.
*
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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.'
The figure swallows the god as Theren shudders. He walks over to Merabelle as heals her completely. "Sorry you had to see that."
Leo stops biting his lip and looks up at her. "Sorry..."
She shakes her head, some of the wounds seemingly remain for some reason, though it doesn't bother Merabelle, "Just... I need to stay fer a bit. Take Oliver home."
"Don't be sorry, dear. We all have bad habits." She smiles lovingly.
Theren sighs, lifting both her and Oliver into his arms. "Cant do that." he then teleports back to the tavern
He smiles a bit, a tiny bit of blood on his lips
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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.
The figure swallows the god as Theren shudders. He walks over to Merabelle as heals her completely. "Sorry you had to see that."
Leo stops biting his lip and looks up at her. "Sorry..."
She shakes her head, some of the wounds seemingly remain for some reason, though it doesn't bother Merabelle, "Just... I need to stay fer a bit. Take Oliver home."
"Don't be sorry, dear. We all have bad habits." She smiles lovingly.
Theren sighs, lifting both her and Oliver into his arms. "Cant do that." he then teleports back to the tavern
He smiles a bit, a tiny bit of blood on his lips
She just sits down in front of the fire, looking at the flames as she puts her head in her hands, muttering to herself.
She wipes it away with a tissue, proceeding to eat said tissue whole.
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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.'
The figure swallows the god as Theren shudders. He walks over to Merabelle as heals her completely. "Sorry you had to see that."
Leo stops biting his lip and looks up at her. "Sorry..."
She shakes her head, some of the wounds seemingly remain for some reason, though it doesn't bother Merabelle, "Just... I need to stay fer a bit. Take Oliver home."
"Don't be sorry, dear. We all have bad habits." She smiles lovingly.
Theren sighs, lifting both her and Oliver into his arms. "Cant do that." he then teleports back to the tavern
He smiles a bit, a tiny bit of blood on his lips
She just sits down in front of the fire, looking at the flames as she puts her head in her hands, muttering to herself.
She wipes it away with a tissue, proceeding to eat said tissue whole.
"You alright?"
"Why..?"
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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.
The figure swallows the god as Theren shudders. He walks over to Merabelle as heals her completely. "Sorry you had to see that."
Leo stops biting his lip and looks up at her. "Sorry..."
She shakes her head, some of the wounds seemingly remain for some reason, though it doesn't bother Merabelle, "Just... I need to stay fer a bit. Take Oliver home."
"Don't be sorry, dear. We all have bad habits." She smiles lovingly.
Theren sighs, lifting both her and Oliver into his arms. "Cant do that." he then teleports back to the tavern
He smiles a bit, a tiny bit of blood on his lips
She just sits down in front of the fire, looking at the flames as she puts her head in her hands, muttering to herself.
She wipes it away with a tissue, proceeding to eat said tissue whole.
"You alright?"
"Why..?"
She simply nods silently, feeling at her nonhealing wounds.
"Bad habit." She says with a laugh, looking back at the machine.
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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.'
The figure swallows the god as Theren shudders. He walks over to Merabelle as heals her completely. "Sorry you had to see that."
Leo stops biting his lip and looks up at her. "Sorry..."
She shakes her head, some of the wounds seemingly remain for some reason, though it doesn't bother Merabelle, "Just... I need to stay fer a bit. Take Oliver home."
"Don't be sorry, dear. We all have bad habits." She smiles lovingly.
Theren sighs, lifting both her and Oliver into his arms. "Cant do that." he then teleports back to the tavern
He smiles a bit, a tiny bit of blood on his lips
She just sits down in front of the fire, looking at the flames as she puts her head in her hands, muttering to herself.
She wipes it away with a tissue, proceeding to eat said tissue whole.
"You alright?"
"Why..?"
She simply nods silently, feeling at her nonhealing wounds.
"Bad habit." She says with a laugh, looking back at the machine.
"Be honest with me Merabelle." he says sternly.
The machine is now complete. Leo sits back with a sigh, cracking his back
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Tortured poet and writer
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Con save:15
Merabelle doesn't stop trying, though she changes tactics, purifying the vines and increasing the radiance she has within. Her heals the body, but attempts to stop them, she doesn't care about her own mortal frame, slowly breaking apart from the strain.
She comes back in working attire, holding the sphere steady as they ask.
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.)
She feels her mind being probed but it vanishes. Theren grabs Oliver and slams him into the ground, making the ground crack.
Leo continues to work on it, biting his lip as he focuses.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(good morning everyone)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
She continues to push on the vines, wrapping around them once more as Oliver is put to the ground, locking them there as Radiance slowly tries to make it's way inside.
She watches them affectionate, not trying to distract them, smiling happily.
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.)
Theren practically forces the god out of the body, gripping it by the throat. "I should devour you myself." he snarls, voicing doubling.
Leo clicks some gears in place and sighs, tinkering a bit more
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She begins to pull Oliver somewhere safe, barely kept from herself being destroyed by the radiance with all the dark magic also in her body.
She continues to help where she can as she slowly begins to understand some things about the machine.
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.)
(hi theren)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
Theren smiles as a hulking figure appears behind him, the figures mouth opening wide to devour the god.
Leo bites his lip a bit harder as he works on a trickier part.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Okay, here is the idea for the character:
Misha was born with a fractures to the cheekbones, jaw, and nose which caused extreme pain to her at a young age. These injuries caused her face to appear hideous. Her parents, who were wholly religious, believed that this was a test from God and helped her through it the best they could. Unfortunately, they were mere butchers and didn't have enough money to pay for surgery. Misha grew up and began to believe that god had chosen her in some way. While young, she wore a mask to cover her scars and injuries, but as an adult she shunned the mask and lived believing that, even though she was ugly on the surface, she was beautiful inside.
When her parents retired, they gave her the butchers shop and she ran it well. She sold all types of animals from cows to shrews to those who paid. One day while preparing a cow, she had an epiphany. These animals, considered ugly by everyone and only good for slaughter had hopes and dreams just like humans so why should they be killed while humans lived. She went on to kill humans and sell them but was sentenced for being a monster. While about to be hung, she prayed fervently to god and somehow survived the hanging. She escaped the town and began anew.
She is technically a wendigo in some state but she believes that her wendigo form is what angels look like. She is a villian but she doesnt understand that she is one*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Merabelle watches as she opens her eyes and hold's Oliver's body in her arms, bits of her flesh burning or simply gone.
"Dear, you're going to make your lip bleed." She says, putting her hand to the side of their face.
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 love it*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The figure swallows the god as Theren shudders. He walks over to Merabelle as heals her completely. "Sorry you had to see that."
Leo stops biting his lip and looks up at her. "Sorry..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Dang. You know I love religious horror, and I really love this*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
She shakes her head, some of the wounds seemingly remain for some reason, though it doesn't bother Merabelle, "Just... I need to stay fer a bit. Take Oliver home."
"Don't be sorry, dear. We all have bad habits." She smiles lovingly.
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.)
*Made this intro for the combat dome, I would like your most honest thoughts.
A chilling wind fills the dome, the sound of clashing blades stopping for a moment as the air seems to be cut into silence.
The Moon shines down despite it being the day, providing some kind of strange, soothing feeling, like a song that no one in the world can hope to hear, yet everyone knows the lyrics. Someone seems to be arriving at the same time, that same soothing feeling coming from them as they make their way inside. They are clad in armor that seems to be broken and cracked in some places, with silk under and over the armor, golden and silver colors, soft looking. They are lanky, though they appear strong and well kept, with eyes that share that same color. They have a blade on their back, which shares that unique shade of radiant silver, before they take it off of their back as they sit down, resting it in their lap. When they rest, something seems to shatter, but not sounding like bone or something of the like, but rather like glass, as if they had bottles or something in their armored boots, but that would be insane, right? Blood begins to leak from the feet of their armor, but the armored stranger doesn’t seem to notice and even if he does notice, he doesn’t seem to react in the slightest, beginning to sharpen his blade as he hums that song with no name to himself, impossible to comprehend, and yet perfectly simple.
*
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.)
Theren sighs, lifting both her and Oliver into his arms. "Cant do that." he then teleports back to the tavern
He smiles a bit, a tiny bit of blood on his lips
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She just sits down in front of the fire, looking at the flames as she puts her head in her hands, muttering to herself.
She wipes it away with a tissue, proceeding to eat said tissue whole.
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.)
"You alright?"
"Why..?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She simply nods silently, feeling at her nonhealing wounds.
"Bad habit." She says with a laugh, looking back at the machine.
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.)
"Be honest with me Merabelle." he says sternly.
The machine is now complete. Leo sits back with a sigh, cracking his back
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.