Porter Sinclair walks out of a warehouse, apron splattered with blood and a sledgehammer on his shoulder. He walks to the tavern, sits down outside, and lights up a cigarette, leaving the sledgehammer on his lap. It has a rosary wrapped around the end of the handle and a cross stamped on either side of the head.
Eithan is just outside of the tavern, he was mopping up a puddle of blood he has made himself without knowing, already cleaning up the glass that caused the blood. He hums an unknowable song to himself as he waves over to Porter with that friendly smile, his helmet sitting on a chair nearby.
The exorcist stares for a second, his red eyes dull as he lets his cigarette fall from his lip before crushing it as he walks over, taking an extra split second to twist his shoe and grind the smoke into the ground. He leaves his sledge leaning against the wall as he picks up the helmet, passively examining it. "Impressive metalwork. You serve, brother?"
Either he doesn't realize how vague that is, or he's leaving it intentionally open-ended.
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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.
Misha is outside, standing before an old woman who lies on the ground, dead. She prays over the body, thanking the woman for her meat, her bones, for her organs, everything. She begins to hack the woman up with a butcher's knife, dividing up the parts and placing them in bags. She hums a hymn to herself as she does this, mumbling a prayer for the woman's soul to find god.
Aix is sitting inside the tavern, sharpening his nails. He dresses in a black turtleneck, a long black skirt, and a white suit jacket. His hair is left down today, pooling around his shoulders like a cape.
Nathan is munching on a potato pancake while watching his horse graze.
Alric observes this silently, the dwarf leaning on his cane a bit
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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.
She looks at the strange wooden, wheel-adorned board under his arm with a sense of childlike wonder. "Is that a skateboard? What's it for?" She asks.
"Good to know. Wouldn't want to accidentally have too much at once." She takes the eyedropper, filling it with the filtered blood and emptying it again to leave just a single drop inside. "Never tried eldritch blood before... first time for everything, I suppose." She mutters to herself.
He hops off of the roof to the ground, landing on the board and beginning to do tricks with it, putting his hands back into his pockets "It's for doing stuff like this." He builds up some speed before doing a 360.
"Dear, the first time may have to be another time, after all, the blood doesn't seem to be perfectly safe for you yet. You should still wait a bit longer." He says, reaching out a hand to them, "Maybe after our wedding, can you wait until then my dear?" He asks, curious for their sake.
She fades into the shadows and reappears on the ground outside the Inn, watching with amazement. "How are you doing that? That looks incredible!"
She thinks for a moment, before setting the eyedropper down. "Alright, I'll wait until then. I guess I probably wouldn't want my flesh to melt off the bone before our wedding day." She responds, taking his hand with two of her own.
He stops, his foot embedding in the ground as he does, looking over to where they appeared "A lot of practice and a lot of falling on my face." He points to a spot where his beak is chipped.
He rubs the back of one of their hands softly, pulling them closer and wrapping his other arm around their waist, looking down at them with a smile, "How lovely, and it will be a wonderful day. Would you like to do anything else, my dear?"
She nods in understanding, walking forward a bit. "How'd you first learn of it?" She asks.
"It will be- I'm certain of that." She responds, smiling as well, leaning a bit against him, her head resting on his shoulder. "I don't know. I've been so focused on getting everything ready with the wedding and the blood, I hadn't really thought of that. What about you? What do you want to do today?"
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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)
Misha is outside, standing before an old woman who lies on the ground, dead. She prays over the body, thanking the woman for her meat, her bones, for her organs, everything. She begins to hack the woman up with a butcher's knife, dividing up the parts and placing them in bags. She hums a hymn to herself as she does this, mumbling a prayer for the woman's soul to find god.
Aix is sitting inside the tavern, sharpening his nails. He dresses in a black turtleneck, a long black skirt, and a white suit jacket. His hair is left down today, pooling around his shoulders like a cape.
Nathan is munching on a potato pancake while watching his horse graze.
Alric observes this silently, the dwarf leaning on his cane a bit
Misha prays feverntly the entire time, her movements nervous.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Misha is outside, standing before an old woman who lies on the ground, dead. She prays over the body, thanking the woman for her meat, her bones, for her organs, everything. She begins to hack the woman up with a butcher's knife, dividing up the parts and placing them in bags. She hums a hymn to herself as she does this, mumbling a prayer for the woman's soul to find god.
Aix is sitting inside the tavern, sharpening his nails. He dresses in a black turtleneck, a long black skirt, and a white suit jacket. His hair is left down today, pooling around his shoulders like a cape.
Nathan is munching on a potato pancake while watching his horse graze.
A large albino man with a name tag reading 'Porter' (long hair bacon cap man from the picture) walks over. His apron is splattered in blood, and he carries a sledgehammer in his right hand, crosses stamped into its sides and a rosary wrapped around the handle. He doesn't say anything, looking over her with tired eyes and hanging his hammer on his shoulder before lighting a cigarette for himself and taking a drag.
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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 want to make a Yakuza character, but not like a person who's in the Yakuza and more like a person from the game Yakuza, who happens to be part of the Yakuza.*
(what is Yakuza)
*The illegal gang or the video game about being in the illegal gang?*
(both)
*One is basically the Asian Mafia, the other is a game based on life as a member of the Yakuza.*
(I didn't know about that. neat)
*It is neat indeed, if you ignore all the crime. The games are really good though.*
(what genre?)
*Fast combat rpg actually.*
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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.'
Misha is outside, standing before an old woman who lies on the ground, dead. She prays over the body, thanking the woman for her meat, her bones, for her organs, everything. She begins to hack the woman up with a butcher's knife, dividing up the parts and placing them in bags. She hums a hymn to herself as she does this, mumbling a prayer for the woman's soul to find god.
Aix is sitting inside the tavern, sharpening his nails. He dresses in a black turtleneck, a long black skirt, and a white suit jacket. His hair is left down today, pooling around his shoulders like a cape.
Nathan is munching on a potato pancake while watching his horse graze.
Alric observes this silently, the dwarf leaning on his cane a bit
Misha prays feverntly the entire time, her movements nervous.
The dwarf sighs and hobbles over. "Child...why do you do this?"
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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 outside, standing before an old woman who lies on the ground, dead. She prays over the body, thanking the woman for her meat, her bones, for her organs, everything. She begins to hack the woman up with a butcher's knife, dividing up the parts and placing them in bags. She hums a hymn to herself as she does this, mumbling a prayer for the woman's soul to find god.
Aix is sitting inside the tavern, sharpening his nails. He dresses in a black turtleneck, a long black skirt, and a white suit jacket. His hair is left down today, pooling around his shoulders like a cape.
Nathan is munching on a potato pancake while watching his horse graze.
Helianth wanders past in time to see Misha butchering the corpse, looking over at them without a hint of concern, but rather curiosity. "Why are you doing that?" It simply asks, the Elder Evil slithering over the grass and closer to them. The air is notably colder around the monstrosity.
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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)
Porter Sinclair walks out of a warehouse, apron splattered with blood and a sledgehammer on his shoulder. He walks to the tavern, sits down outside, and lights up a cigarette, leaving the sledgehammer on his lap. It has a rosary wrapped around the end of the handle and a cross stamped on either side of the head.
Eithan is just outside of the tavern, he was mopping up a puddle of blood he has made himself without knowing, already cleaning up the glass that caused the blood. He hums an unknowable song to himself as he waves over to Porter with that friendly smile, his helmet sitting on a chair nearby.
The exorcist stares for a second, his red eyes dull as he lets his cigarette fall from his lip before crushing it as he walks over, taking an extra split second to twist his shoe and grind the smoke into the ground. He leaves his sledge leaning against the wall as he picks up the helmet, passively examining it. "Impressive metalwork. You serve, brother?"
Either he doesn't realize how vague that is, or he's leaving it intentionally open-ended.
The detailing is finely crafted, it must have taken a very long time to make, or an expert crafter among experts. He leans against his mop, watching them pick up the helmet, smiling warmly before nodding "I do, though serve what you did not say. I am a knight, and a good one I believe."
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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.'
Misha is outside, standing before an old woman who lies on the ground, dead. She prays over the body, thanking the woman for her meat, her bones, for her organs, everything. She begins to hack the woman up with a butcher's knife, dividing up the parts and placing them in bags. She hums a hymn to herself as she does this, mumbling a prayer for the woman's soul to find god.
Aix is sitting inside the tavern, sharpening his nails. He dresses in a black turtleneck, a long black skirt, and a white suit jacket. His hair is left down today, pooling around his shoulders like a cape.
Nathan is munching on a potato pancake while watching his horse graze.
A large albino man with a name tag reading 'Porter' (long hair bacon cap man from the picture) walks over. His apron is splattered in blood, and he carries a sledgehammer in his right hand, crosses stamped into its sides and a rosary wrapped around the handle. He doesn't say anything, looking over her with tired eyes and hanging his hammer on his shoulder before lighting a cigarette for himself and taking a drag.
She seems to pray fervently over the woman before placing a small cross on her head and closing her eyes, "Thank you ma'am, I could not be more grateful for this meal. I am sorry I hurt you, for I am no better than those who hunt the deer, who slaughter the cows, who butcher the pigs. I pray to god that you end up before the holy gates, that you can forgive me for what I have done." She clasps her hands together, her hands covered in blood.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Misha is outside, standing before an old woman who lies on the ground, dead. She prays over the body, thanking the woman for her meat, her bones, for her organs, everything. She begins to hack the woman up with a butcher's knife, dividing up the parts and placing them in bags. She hums a hymn to herself as she does this, mumbling a prayer for the woman's soul to find god.
Aix is sitting inside the tavern, sharpening his nails. He dresses in a black turtleneck, a long black skirt, and a white suit jacket. His hair is left down today, pooling around his shoulders like a cape.
Nathan is munching on a potato pancake while watching his horse graze.
Alric observes this silently, the dwarf leaning on his cane a bit
Misha prays feverntly the entire time, her movements nervous.
The dwarf sighs and hobbles over. "Child...why do you do this?"
She nearly jumps out of her skin and begins to laugh nervously, unable to stop for a moment or two. "I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry, I am so very hungry."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Misha is outside, standing before an old woman who lies on the ground, dead. She prays over the body, thanking the woman for her meat, her bones, for her organs, everything. She begins to hack the woman up with a butcher's knife, dividing up the parts and placing them in bags. She hums a hymn to herself as she does this, mumbling a prayer for the woman's soul to find god.
Aix is sitting inside the tavern, sharpening his nails. He dresses in a black turtleneck, a long black skirt, and a white suit jacket. His hair is left down today, pooling around his shoulders like a cape.
Nathan is munching on a potato pancake while watching his horse graze.
Helianth wanders past in time to see Misha butchering the corpse, looking over at them without a hint of concern, but rather curiosity. "Why are you doing that?" It simply asks, the Elder Evil slithering over the grass and closer to them. The air is notably colder around the monstrosity.
Misha nearly jumps out of her skin, quickly darting backwards. Her lips twitch as she breaks into a fit of nervous laughter, unable to stop for a moment or two. "I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I am hungry.." she says, her voice breaking around the edges.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Misha is outside, standing before an old woman who lies on the ground, dead. She prays over the body, thanking the woman for her meat, her bones, for her organs, everything. She begins to hack the woman up with a butcher's knife, dividing up the parts and placing them in bags. She hums a hymn to herself as she does this, mumbling a prayer for the woman's soul to find god.
Aix is sitting inside the tavern, sharpening his nails. He dresses in a black turtleneck, a long black skirt, and a white suit jacket. His hair is left down today, pooling around his shoulders like a cape.
Nathan is munching on a potato pancake while watching his horse graze.
Alric observes this silently, the dwarf leaning on his cane a bit
Misha prays feverntly the entire time, her movements nervous.
The dwarf sighs and hobbles over. "Child...why do you do this?"
She nearly jumps out of her skin and begins to laugh nervously, unable to stop for a moment or two. "I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry, I am so very hungry."
*Oh yeah, brought back Alric btw*
"Dont apologize child, just...why kill a human?"
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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 outside, standing before an old woman who lies on the ground, dead. She prays over the body, thanking the woman for her meat, her bones, for her organs, everything. She begins to hack the woman up with a butcher's knife, dividing up the parts and placing them in bags. She hums a hymn to herself as she does this, mumbling a prayer for the woman's soul to find god.
Aix is sitting inside the tavern, sharpening his nails. He dresses in a black turtleneck, a long black skirt, and a white suit jacket. His hair is left down today, pooling around his shoulders like a cape.
Nathan is munching on a potato pancake while watching his horse graze.
Alric observes this silently, the dwarf leaning on his cane a bit
Misha prays feverntly the entire time, her movements nervous.
The dwarf sighs and hobbles over. "Child...why do you do this?"
She nearly jumps out of her skin and begins to laugh nervously, unable to stop for a moment or two. "I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry, I am so very hungry."
*Oh yeah, brought back Alric btw*
"Dont apologize child, just...why kill a human?"
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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.
She nods in understanding, walking forward a bit. "How'd you first learn of it?" She asks.
"It will be- I'm certain of that." She responds, smiling as well, leaning a bit against him, her head resting on his shoulder. "I don't know. I've been so focused on getting everything ready with the wedding and the blood, I hadn't really thought of that. What about you? What do you want to do today?"
"Actually, one of my old friends before I learned I was a negator." He gets off the skateboard, giving them a chance to get on, ready to assist them whenever they may need it.
"I want to be with you, I've been recovering for so long, that I want to do whatever I can with you, no matter what that may be. I'm so sorry you've had to focus on all of this without my aid, and now that I'm here, I want to make it up somehow."
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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.'
"Are you ok?"
Leo follows in suit
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Are you ok?"
Leo follows in suit
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The exorcist stares for a second, his red eyes dull as he lets his cigarette fall from his lip before crushing it as he walks over, taking an extra split second to twist his shoe and grind the smoke into the ground. He leaves his sledge leaning against the wall as he picks up the helmet, passively examining it. "Impressive metalwork. You serve, brother?"
Either he doesn't realize how vague that is, or he's leaving it intentionally open-ended.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Alric observes this silently, the dwarf leaning on his cane a bit
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She nods in understanding, walking forward a bit. "How'd you first learn of it?" She asks.
"It will be- I'm certain of that." She responds, smiling as well, leaning a bit against him, her head resting on his shoulder. "I don't know. I've been so focused on getting everything ready with the wedding and the blood, I hadn't really thought of that. What about you? What do you want to do today?"
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)
Misha prays feverntly the entire time, her movements nervous.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A large albino man with a name tag reading 'Porter' (long hair bacon cap man from the picture) walks over. His apron is splattered in blood, and he carries a sledgehammer in his right hand, crosses stamped into its sides and a rosary wrapped around the handle. He doesn't say anything, looking over her with tired eyes and hanging his hammer on his shoulder before lighting a cigarette for himself and taking a drag.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Fast combat rpg actually.*
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.)
The dwarf sighs and hobbles over. "Child...why do you do this?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She nods a bit, pushing herself up to sitting.
She gasps for air, her hair flying.
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.)
Helianth wanders past in time to see Misha butchering the corpse, looking over at them without a hint of concern, but rather curiosity. "Why are you doing that?" It simply asks, the Elder Evil slithering over the grass and closer to them. The air is notably colder around the monstrosity.
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)
He helps her however he can.
Leo surfaces, chuckling. "You need to train your lungs better, dear."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The detailing is finely crafted, it must have taken a very long time to make, or an expert crafter among experts. He leans against his mop, watching them pick up the helmet, smiling warmly before nodding "I do, though serve what you did not say. I am a knight, and a good one I believe."
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 seems to pray fervently over the woman before placing a small cross on her head and closing her eyes, "Thank you ma'am, I could not be more grateful for this meal. I am sorry I hurt you, for I am no better than those who hunt the deer, who slaughter the cows, who butcher the pigs. I pray to god that you end up before the holy gates, that you can forgive me for what I have done." She clasps her hands together, her hands covered in blood.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Hey Yvonne! I brought in my latest rendition of Cursebutcher! Wanna play with him? I can do other characters as well if you'd like!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She nearly jumps out of her skin and begins to laugh nervously, unable to stop for a moment or two. "I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry, I am so very hungry."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Misha nearly jumps out of her skin, quickly darting backwards. Her lips twitch as she breaks into a fit of nervous laughter, unable to stop for a moment or two.
"I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I am hungry.." she says, her voice breaking around the edges.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Oh yeah, brought back Alric btw*
"Dont apologize child, just...why kill a human?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Oh yeah, brought back Alric btw*
"Dont apologize child, just...why kill a human?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Actually, one of my old friends before I learned I was a negator." He gets off the skateboard, giving them a chance to get on, ready to assist them whenever they may need it.
"I want to be with you, I've been recovering for so long, that I want to do whatever I can with you, no matter what that may be. I'm so sorry you've had to focus on all of this without my aid, and now that I'm here, I want to make it up somehow."
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.)