*The only issue is I don't know what to put for the first post.*
*I talked with my dad about Elil and the power system, and we've decided that he looks like a normal guy, just like the Terminator. And his only power other than Contractual Boss Immunity is that he's absurdly charismatic. Like, he will talk your weapon into its sheath, or get you to turn it on your allies. He could probably bring Rag to a blind rage without raising a hand against anyone (canonically). He's a literal cult leader too.*
*Interesting, happy to hear you mention my character, you really do like Rag, don’t you? It’s great to see, really warms my heart to know I made a character that is actually beloved by you. Charisma is a dangerous weapon indeed.+
*Rag is easily my favorite character of yours. Benny is pretty cool too, but Rag is miles better.*
*I'll intro soon.*
*Thank you, Rag was the first character I’ve ever made, so it’s nice to see that someone truly likes him. Mind if I make a Nightmare/Nightmare buddy?*
*Go right ahead! Do both, even! Keep in mind that the powers are usually weak, but the users are usually very creative in their applications of the principles.*
*Oh that makes things even more interesting, I have more an idea for a Nightmare who’s powers are amplified by the conduit of their human companion, who uses negative emotions to boost preexisting powers.*
*The only issue is I don't know what to put for the first post.*
*I talked with my dad about Elil and the power system, and we've decided that he looks like a normal guy, just like the Terminator. And his only power other than Contractual Boss Immunity is that he's absurdly charismatic. Like, he will talk your weapon into its sheath, or get you to turn it on your allies. He could probably bring Rag to a blind rage without raising a hand against anyone (canonically). He's a literal cult leader too.*
*Interesting, happy to hear you mention my character, you really do like Rag, don’t you? It’s great to see, really warms my heart to know I made a character that is actually beloved by you. Charisma is a dangerous weapon indeed.+
*Rag is easily my favorite character of yours. Benny is pretty cool too, but Rag is miles better.*
*I'll intro soon.*
*Thank you, Rag was the first character I’ve ever made, so it’s nice to see that someone truly likes him. Mind if I make a Nightmare/Nightmare buddy?*
*Go right ahead! Do both, even! Keep in mind that the powers are usually weak, but the users are usually very creative in their applications of the principles.*
*Oh that makes things even more interesting, I have more an idea for a Nightmare who’s powers are amplified by the conduit of their human companion, who uses negative emotions to boost preexisting powers.*
*Ah, yes. So the human's Arte is just that he can boost other powers with Dark Energy instead of his own? Neat.*
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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.
*Do you know how exactly? I have training for this.*
*I got my little sister cold.*
*Do you have towels? If you do, soak them in warm water and put them on the neck and under the nose, the warmth and steam clears up sinuses easily and makes getting mucus out much easier.*
*Do you know how exactly? I have training for this.*
*I got my little sister cold.*
*Do you have towels? If you do, soak them in warm water and put them on the neck and under the nose, the warmth and steam clears up sinuses easily and makes getting mucus out much easier.*
*I took cold medicine, slept for like.. 6 hours at least, had a heating pad on my head, and all the curtains closed. I'll try that or just get a bath tonight.*
*Do you know how exactly? I have training for this.*
*I got my little sister cold.*
*Do you have towels? If you do, soak them in warm water and put them on the neck and under the nose, the warmth and steam clears up sinuses easily and makes getting mucus out much easier.*
*I took cold medicine, slept for like.. 6 hours at least, had a heating pad on my head, and all the curtains closed. I'll try that or just get a bath tonight.*
*Both are good, I would recommend the bath over that though, maybe get some epsom salt to take some of the toxins out of your body and help the healing process along. Wanna rp while you’re here?*
"Can't cut us out with broken knives, so only through each other we are sharp and know that hope survives..."
A man in simple clothes walks down the street, singing to himself. His hair is short and white, and he walks with a cane, but he couldn't be older than 30. Some Exorcists wait to ambush him around the corner.
"I leave a hundred ties to forge another thousand bonds, Listen to our hearts and then have faith of where that sound is from."
He walks directly into their trap, and they open fire. But he doesn't fall. The Exorcists' familiars hesitate to attack. Something is very, very wrong. He raises his voice to be heard over the gunshots.
"Let your doubts be put to rest by how the crowd responds, I am finally here and I shall scream it from the mountaintops!"
The familiars' eyes flash with recognition, and they bow before the man. The Exorcists stop firing as their clips run out. Their Nightmares, once loyal, turn on them, knocking them down and dragging them to the back of the alley, where Prospero stands. He hugs their anger out and disappears as soon as he arrives.
The old-young man heads toward town, a smile on his face that could warm an ice devil's heart. People make way for him and a couple take their hats off. Others turn to run or cower. Some even prepare to fight.
This man is not human. Not even close.
He is the end of days and the return of God. The Rapture for Evil Things. The Damning Hope and the Blessing of Despair.
He is Elil, the Nightmare Messiah.
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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.
"Can't cut us out with broken knives, so only through each other we are sharp and know that hope survives..."
A man in simple clothes walks down the street, singing to himself. His hair is short and white, and he walks with a cane, but he couldn't be older than 30. Some Exorcists wait to ambush him around the corner.
"I leave a hundred ties to forge another thousand bonds, Listen to our hearts and then have faith of where that sound is from."
He walks directly into their trap, and they open fire. But he doesn't fall. The Exorcists' familiars hesitate to attack. Something is very, very wrong. He raises his voice to be heard over the gunshots.
"Let your doubts be put to rest by how the crowd responds, I am finally here and I shall scream it from the mountaintops!"
The familiars' eyes flash with recognition, and they bow before the man. The Exorcists stop firing as their clips run out. Their Nightmares, once loyal, turn on them, knocking them down and dragging them to the back of the alley, where Prospero stands. He hugs their anger out and disappears as soon as he arrives.
The old-young man heads toward town, a smile on his face that could warm an ice devil's heart. People make way for him and a couple take their hats off. Others turn to run or cower. Some even prepare to fight.
This man is not human. Not even close.
He is the end of days and the return of God. The Rapture for Evil Things. The Damning Hope and the Blessing of Despair.
He is Elil, the Nightmare Messiah.
*I am back from the dead once again.*
KK is also at Lord's Point, walking back to the warehouse studio from a butcher shop with two buckets of blood in her arms. She notices Elil and makes way for him, almost feeling compelled to bow slightly to him as he passes by.
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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)
*Cool intro, Baalze. I definitely like it, just don’t know what to do ‘bout this one. Ima just keep working on my Nightmare character while I try to think of something.*
KK is also at Lord's Point, walking back to the warehouse studio from a butcher shop with two buckets of blood in her arms. She notices Elil and makes way for him, almost feeling compelled to bow slightly to him as he passes by.
He turns and bows to her, a hand to his chest. "Ah, the legendary KK! You've made quite the impression with your Faceless Fair! Would you like help carrying those?" He offers gently, holding out a hand.
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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.
*Cool intro, Baalze. I definitely like it, just don’t know what to do ‘bout this one. Ima just keep working on my Nightmare character while I try to think of something.*
*Just assume he's on a park bench feeding invisible bois or something like that. I hope all goes well!*
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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.
KK is also at Lord's Point, walking back to the warehouse studio from a butcher shop with two buckets of blood in her arms. She notices Elil and makes way for him, almost feeling compelled to bow slightly to him as he passes by.
He turns and bows to her, a hand to his chest. "Ah, the legendary KK! You've made quite the impression with your Faceless Fair! Would you like help carrying those?" He offers gently, holding out a hand.
She seems a bit surprised for a second- usually the reaction isn't so positive when she's recognized. "Sure, I'd love some help. Thank you very much." She responds, offering one of the buckets to him.
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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)
*Cool intro, Baalze. I definitely like it, just don’t know what to do ‘bout this one. Ima just keep working on my Nightmare character while I try to think of something.*
*Just assume he's on a park bench feeding invisible bois or something like that. I hope all goes well!*
*Hmm, actually I am going to interact, as soon as I think of someone who would interact with ‘the Nightmare Messiah. I can only think of another person who would, and it would be someone else.*
*My new potential pieces of [GP] characters for those who missed them yesterday*
There exists a man who was forged in fear, quenched in spite, and born in blood, like his father and his father before him. Within the males of this lineage, there resides a dark passenger, and it always puts one hand on the wheel after the third birthday. The office of the men and the demons they've learned to control, generation after generation, is a well lit, plastic lined, perfectly clean kill room. The wicked purge the greater of wicked in this world. This is the life of River Morgan, and he's found his home in the outskirts of Lord's Point, a well kept shipping container, stocked with his supplies. It's double layered with stairs to the top one from inside the bottom one.
As the stars blink sleepily away, beckoning forth the sun, one younger woman is ending her day. She steps forward into the light, staring up at the sign of merabelle's foster home. She's just old enough to have come out of the system, but can't stay away. She's decent height of 6'2, slightly overweight but toned and taned, and a southern girl at heart. Her spurs jangle as she shifts to wipe her slacks off, adjusting her vest as well. She ruffles her long sleeve pinstriped shirt a bit. Her sweaty hair, long, dark cherry red and slightly twisty falls behind her as she adjusts her hat. "Mama, I'm.. comin home.."
"And he just sits there all day.." is what anybody who's asked about Will ends their recounting with. His name is Will, and he just wants what's best for you. He's a white raigaar with piercing blue eyes and a braided mane. His clothes are baggy, sporty golf player like, and he's very strong and tall. His name is Will, and he just sits in the booth in the tavern, leaned back against the wall, eyes flickering to anybody who passes, a polite smile and a nice conversation in tow to anybody who stops.
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He turns and bows to her, a hand to his chest. "Ah, the legendary KK! You've made quite the impression with your Faceless Fair! Would you like help carrying those?" He offers gently, holding out a hand.
She seems a bit surprised for a second- usually the reaction isn't so positive when she's recognized. "Sure, I'd love some help. Thank you very much." She responds, offering one of the buckets to him.
He smiles and takes it with his free hand. He has a long face with rounded features, hollow cheeks, and slightly sunken, tired eyes. "You have such a beautiful form, dear! Your own design, I take it?" He chuckles warmly.
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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.
He turns and bows to her, a hand to his chest. "Ah, the legendary KK! You've made quite the impression with your Faceless Fair! Would you like help carrying those?" He offers gently, holding out a hand.
She seems a bit surprised for a second- usually the reaction isn't so positive when she's recognized. "Sure, I'd love some help. Thank you very much." She responds, offering one of the buckets to him.
He smiles and takes it with his free hand. He has a long face with rounded features, hollow cheeks, and slightly sunken, tired eyes. "You have such a beautiful form, dear! Your own design, I take it?" He chuckles warmly.
"Why, thank you. And yes, it's a KK original- though, I had some help with assembling it." She responds, smiling a bit as she looks back at him- she almost feels like some part of her recognizes him, but can't quite place it.
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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)
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*Oh that makes things even more interesting, I have more an idea for a Nightmare who’s powers are amplified by the conduit of their human companion, who uses negative emotions to boost preexisting powers.*
*Ah, yes. So the human's Arte is just that he can boost other powers with Dark Energy instead of his own? Neat.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Do you have towels? If you do, soak them in warm water and put them on the neck and under the nose, the warmth and steam clears up sinuses easily and makes getting mucus out much easier.*
*[Looks up from my delirious state] Your cheating on me?*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I took cold medicine, slept for like.. 6 hours at least, had a heating pad on my head, and all the curtains closed. I'll try that or just get a bath tonight.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Ha, no. Hans is a bird. She carries the doomsday button for me.*
*I would never hurt you like that.*
*Everyone else can suffer though.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*.
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Your cheating me with a B I R D?*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(Hi Wendo)
Backup account for when I can’t login to my main. Probably won’t see much use
*How is that an easier conclusion to accept than "No, I wouldn't hurt you like that?"*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Both are good, I would recommend the bath over that though, maybe get some epsom salt to take some of the toxins out of your body and help the healing process along. Wanna rp while you’re here?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I am back from the dead once again.*
KK is also at Lord's Point, walking back to the warehouse studio from a butcher shop with two buckets of blood in her arms. She notices Elil and makes way for him, almost feeling compelled to bow slightly to him as he passes by.
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)
*Cool intro, Baalze. I definitely like it, just don’t know what to do ‘bout this one. Ima just keep working on my Nightmare character while I try to think of something.*
He turns and bows to her, a hand to his chest. "Ah, the legendary KK! You've made quite the impression with your Faceless Fair! Would you like help carrying those?" He offers gently, holding out a hand.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Just assume he's on a park bench feeding invisible bois or something like that. I hope all goes well!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She seems a bit surprised for a second- usually the reaction isn't so positive when she's recognized. "Sure, I'd love some help. Thank you very much." She responds, offering one of the buckets to him.
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)
*Hmm, actually I am going to interact, as soon as I think of someone who would interact with ‘the Nightmare Messiah. I can only think of another person who would, and it would be someone else.*
*My new potential pieces of [GP] characters for those who missed them yesterday*
There exists a man who was forged in fear, quenched in spite, and born in blood, like his father and his father before him. Within the males of this lineage, there resides a dark passenger, and it always puts one hand on the wheel after the third birthday. The office of the men and the demons they've learned to control, generation after generation, is a well lit, plastic lined, perfectly clean kill room. The wicked purge the greater of wicked in this world. This is the life of River Morgan, and he's found his home in the outskirts of Lord's Point, a well kept shipping container, stocked with his supplies. It's double layered with stairs to the top one from inside the bottom one.
As the stars blink sleepily away, beckoning forth the sun, one younger woman is ending her day. She steps forward into the light, staring up at the sign of merabelle's foster home. She's just old enough to have come out of the system, but can't stay away. She's decent height of 6'2, slightly overweight but toned and taned, and a southern girl at heart. Her spurs jangle as she shifts to wipe her slacks off, adjusting her vest as well. She ruffles her long sleeve pinstriped shirt a bit. Her sweaty hair, long, dark cherry red and slightly twisty falls behind her as she adjusts her hat. "Mama, I'm.. comin home.."
"And he just sits there all day.." is what anybody who's asked about Will ends their recounting with. His name is Will, and he just wants what's best for you. He's a white raigaar with piercing blue eyes and a braided mane. His clothes are baggy, sporty golf player like, and he's very strong and tall. His name is Will, and he just sits in the booth in the tavern, leaned back against the wall, eyes flickering to anybody who passes, a polite smile and a nice conversation in tow to anybody who stops.
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He smiles and takes it with his free hand. He has a long face with rounded features, hollow cheeks, and slightly sunken, tired eyes. "You have such a beautiful form, dear! Your own design, I take it?" He chuckles warmly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Why, thank you. And yes, it's a KK original- though, I had some help with assembling it." She responds, smiling a bit as she looks back at him- she almost feels like some part of her recognizes him, but can't quite place it.
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)