*-yawn- Mornin folks. Its pourin rain rather heavily here.*
Oliver is sitting in the corner of the orphanage playing with a toy train silently.
Leo is making glass sculptures out of sand. He frowns in concentration.
Phoenix is cleaning his weapons, making sure they are in tip top shape.
*I haven’t gotten anything where I’m at yet.*
Merabelle watches them, she doesn’t want to interrupt, so she also remains silent.
Ana isn’t worried about simple things like structural integrity so she’s just making sand castles, parts of which turn to glass from her now burning arm.
Eithan (the silver armored knight in introed yesterday.) is doing the same with his blade, his feet unwittingly sitting in a pool of blood from his own creation.
He sees a half-elf sat in one of the chairs outside, at a table, playing some music to his animal companions. The half-elf waves to the dwarf. 'Nice day, ain't it?'
"It aint too bad." he says with a smile.
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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.
*Looks like I’m alive once more, but I am alone, so why bother.*
*Why be alone when you can be afraid instead?*
*Honestly, that sounds better. Good to see you Baalze, I feel like making a villain with a dedicated and loving sidekick.*
*Awesome. I'm making Porter Sinclair as a character again. Inspirations so far include: Toji Fushiguro, Vampire Hunter D, Taro Sakomoto, Harry Dresden, and Jotaro Kujo. Glass cannon gish is what I'm going for to fit with his latest lore: he has very high Spiritual Sensitivity, so he's vulnerable to the paranormal even while stable and calm, and is a powerful mage without using Dark Energy.*
*Thats a lot of inspirations, but I’ve got a few of my own for my next character idea. To counter the whole glass cannon thing, my guy is like Prospero or Fatgum, he takes in all the attacks that he can, stores the energy, and makes it come out multiplied by two. Outside of that, his powers are unless and he’s just a pugilist.*
*-yawn- Mornin folks. Its pourin rain rather heavily here.*
Theren is tending to his dislocated shoulder. He has popped it back into place and is working on putting it into a sling.
Oscar is sitting in a decimated cathedral, heavily wounded. Blood stains his sword, shield and armor.
Oliver is sitting in the corner of the orphanage playing with a toy train silently.
Leo is making glass sculptures out of sand. He frowns in concentration.
Phoenix is cleaning his weapons, making sure they are in tip top shape.
-and you know what. I'm sick of having this character dead.-
Walking slowly towards the Inn is an old dwarf with a hammer over his back. He uses a cane to slowly hobble forward, his jet black hair braided with childish beads given to him by some old friend long ago.
*same*
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Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
*-yawn- Mornin folks. Its pourin rain rather heavily here.*
Oliver is sitting in the corner of the orphanage playing with a toy train silently.
Leo is making glass sculptures out of sand. He frowns in concentration.
Phoenix is cleaning his weapons, making sure they are in tip top shape.
*I haven’t gotten anything where I’m at yet.*
Merabelle watches them, she doesn’t want to interrupt, so she also remains silent.
Ana isn’t worried about simple things like structural integrity so she’s just making sand castles, parts of which turn to glass from her now burning arm.
Eithan (the silver armored knight in introed yesterday.) is doing the same with his blade, his feet unwittingly sitting in a pool of blood from his own creation.
*Shame*
He pushes the train back and forth slowly.
Leo looks over, his mechanic brain having a panic attack at the poor structural integrity.
"You got blood on yer feet." he says, not looking
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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.
*-yawn- Mornin folks. Its pourin rain rather heavily here.*
Oliver is sitting in the corner of the orphanage playing with a toy train silently.
Leo is making glass sculptures out of sand. He frowns in concentration.
Phoenix is cleaning his weapons, making sure they are in tip top shape.
*I haven’t gotten anything where I’m at yet.*
Merabelle watches them, she doesn’t want to interrupt, so she also remains silent.
Ana isn’t worried about simple things like structural integrity so she’s just making sand castles, parts of which turn to glass from her now burning arm.
Eithan (the silver armored knight in introed yesterday.) is doing the same with his blade, his feet unwittingly sitting in a pool of blood from his own creation.
*Shame*
He pushes the train back and forth slowly.
Leo looks over, his mechanic brain having a panic attack at the poor structural integrity.
"You got blood on yer feet." he says, not looking
*It is what it is. I’ll just do a rain dance for acid rain later/j*
She frowns, and with some magic words some of the wood floors shift, becoming train tracks for them.
She looks back over to them and smiles at how perfect theirs is, “Dear, what do you think of mine? Be honest.”
He looks down to his armored boots, sighing before taking them off, beginning to pluck shards of glass out of his feet “Thank you.” His voice is charismatic and friendly
*-yawn- Mornin folks. Its pourin rain rather heavily here.*
Oliver is sitting in the corner of the orphanage playing with a toy train silently.
Leo is making glass sculptures out of sand. He frowns in concentration.
Phoenix is cleaning his weapons, making sure they are in tip top shape.
*I haven’t gotten anything where I’m at yet.*
Merabelle watches them, she doesn’t want to interrupt, so she also remains silent.
Ana isn’t worried about simple things like structural integrity so she’s just making sand castles, parts of which turn to glass from her now burning arm.
Eithan (the silver armored knight in introed yesterday.) is doing the same with his blade, his feet unwittingly sitting in a pool of blood from his own creation.
*Shame*
He pushes the train back and forth slowly.
Leo looks over, his mechanic brain having a panic attack at the poor structural integrity.
"You got blood on yer feet." he says, not looking
*It is what it is. I’ll just do a rain dance for acid rain later/j*
She frowns, and with some magic words some of the wood floors shift, becoming train tracks for them.
She looks back over to them and smiles at how perfect theirs is, “Dear, what do you think of mine? Be honest.”
He looks down to his armored boots, sighing before taking them off, beginning to pluck shards of glass out of his feet “Thank you.” His voice is charismatic and friendly
*Oh. well, thats not good.*
Oliver frowns, moving the train off the tracks.
"Its...ah....its fine." he says with a smile.
He nods. "No problem."
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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 is at her butcher's shop, humming a hymn to herself as she skins a deer carcass.
Nathan is sharpening his knife outside the tavern, listening to the radio,
Aix is in his factory, working on a new design for a skin oil.
Oscar walks inside, blood staining his armor.
Walking slowly towards the Inn is an old dwarf with a hammer over his back. He uses a cane to slowly hobble forward, his jet black hair braided with childish beads given to him by some old friend long ago.
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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 haven’t gotten anything where I’m at yet.*
Merabelle watches them, she doesn’t want to interrupt, so she also remains silent.
Ana isn’t worried about simple things like structural integrity so she’s just making sand castles, parts of which turn to glass from her now burning arm.
Eithan (the silver armored knight in introed yesterday.) is doing the same with his blade, his feet unwittingly sitting in a pool of blood from his own creation.
"It aint too bad." he says with a smile.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(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
'Been a long time since I've been back here myself, what about you?'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*Thats a lot of inspirations, but I’ve got a few of my own for my next character idea. To counter the whole glass cannon thing, my guy is like Prospero or Fatgum, he takes in all the attacks that he can, stores the energy, and makes it come out multiplied by two. Outside of that, his powers are unless and he’s just a pugilist.*
*same*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
*Ah broski, when other people are on, it’s best to quote who you’re rping with.*
*Shame*
He pushes the train back and forth slowly.
Leo looks over, his mechanic brain having a panic attack at the poor structural integrity.
"You got blood on yer feet." he says, not looking
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*sorry, it was with Theren*
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*Oh I know, but others may get confused.*
*It is what it is. I’ll just do a rain dance for acid rain later/j*
She frowns, and with some magic words some of the wood floors shift, becoming train tracks for them.
She looks back over to them and smiles at how perfect theirs is, “Dear, what do you think of mine? Be honest.”
He looks down to his armored boots, sighing before taking them off, beginning to pluck shards of glass out of his feet “Thank you.” His voice is charismatic and friendly
*Oh. well, thats not good.*
Oliver frowns, moving the train off the tracks.
"Its...ah....its fine." he says with a smile.
He nods. "No problem."
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. Maybe for the people outside.*
She frowns only the more, but removes the tracks, continuing to watch.
She scoots over to them, putting a hand to the side of their face, “I asked you to be honest, dear.”
“I don’t believe I’ve met you before, it’s a pleasure.” He says.
Misha is at her butcher's shop, humming a hymn to herself as she skins a deer carcass.
Nathan is sharpening his knife outside the tavern, listening to the radio,
Aix is in his factory, working on a new design for a skin oil.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Merabelle walks by the shop, an owlbear corpse resting on her shoulders as she leans down a bit to look inside.
Eithan looks over to them, wearing his armor, and yet somehow still able to drink a glass of water.
*true*
He idly pushes the train, staring at the ground.
"its not structurally sound." he mutters
"Names Phoenix, pleasures all mine."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The inside is rather nice. A lot of plants of every kind sitting and hanging in the window sills. The front has a working display for meat cuts.
Nathan looks up and over, tipping his hat at them.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Merabelle scoots over to them, “Sweetheart, ya gotta tell me what’s wrong, do ya blame yerself fer what happened?”
She laughs a bit, putting her forehead to his, “That’s all you had to say, want to help me fix it?”
He chuckles, shaking his head “Phoenix, a noble name for a hopefully noble person. I am Eithan.”
Oscar walks inside, blood staining his armor.
Walking slowly towards the Inn is an old dwarf with a hammer over his back. He uses a cane to slowly hobble forward, his jet black hair braided with childish beads given to him by some old friend long ago.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods, still pushing the train.
He nods. "Very much so."
"Pleasure." he says, looking up
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.