*Hello, i am back from my weird little pilgramige*
*Welcome back!!!*
*Hi :D*
*Wanna rp?*
*I'm up for that*
*here ye go*
Theren is a whirlwind of death and destruction as he throws a cultist through a tree. Another tries to stab him but misses as Theren suplexes him with a roar of rage.
Leo is a mess as he works on a new schematic, having gotten no sleep for the past two nights. A coffee pot is brewing a new batch of coffee as he scribbles on some paper.
X is walking down the street, munching on a cinnamon roll he bought from a pastry shop. His metallic legs clink lightly with each step.
*Hmmm, i've got around 1 guy rn :>*
Someone is watching from nearby as he demolishes cultists
Theren is soaked in blood, his shirt is torn as he snaps ones neck
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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.
It is spring. The air is fresh and new and ready for new life. Drifting upon this air is a red balloon and a clown hangs underneath this balloon, gripping the thin string. The clown's white-painted face blooms in the middle of a neck ruff of yellow petals. He wears a bright green baggy suit with blossoms for buttons. His slightly oversized shoes touch down on the green grass and small flowers spring up from the soil.
*Hello, i am back from my weird little pilgramige*
*Welcome back!!!*
*Hi :D*
*Wanna rp?*
*I'm up for that*
*here ye go*
Theren is a whirlwind of death and destruction as he throws a cultist through a tree. Another tries to stab him but misses as Theren suplexes him with a roar of rage.
Leo is a mess as he works on a new schematic, having gotten no sleep for the past two nights. A coffee pot is brewing a new batch of coffee as he scribbles on some paper.
X is walking down the street, munching on a cinnamon roll he bought from a pastry shop. His metallic legs clink lightly with each step.
*Hmmm, i've got around 1 guy rn :>*
Someone is watching from nearby as he demolishes cultists
Theren is soaked in blood, his shirt is torn as he snaps ones neck
Theres a soft whistle, "Really tearing them a new one aren't you?"
*Hello, i am back from my weird little pilgramige*
*Welcome back!!!*
*Hi :D*
*Wanna rp?*
*I'm up for that*
*here ye go*
Theren is a whirlwind of death and destruction as he throws a cultist through a tree. Another tries to stab him but misses as Theren suplexes him with a roar of rage.
Leo is a mess as he works on a new schematic, having gotten no sleep for the past two nights. A coffee pot is brewing a new batch of coffee as he scribbles on some paper.
X is walking down the street, munching on a cinnamon roll he bought from a pastry shop. His metallic legs clink lightly with each step.
*Hmmm, i've got around 1 guy rn :>*
Someone is watching from nearby as he demolishes cultists
Theren is soaked in blood, his shirt is torn as he snaps ones neck
Theres a soft whistle, "Really tearing them a new one aren't you?"
Theren turns and smiles a bit, teeth bloody as well
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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.
It is spring. The air is fresh and new and ready for new life. Drifting upon this air is a red balloon and a clown hangs underneath this balloon, gripping the thin string. The clown's white-painted face blooms in the middle of a neck ruff of yellow petals. He wears a bright green baggy suit with blossoms for buttons. His slightly oversized shoes touch down on the green grass and small flowers spring up from the soil.
*Oh wait I have a great character for this.*
Someone happens to spot the clown, tilting their head, the screen flashing a pixalated smile with his cords sparking. Dressed in similar attire, with a distinct difference, he isn't a clown, he's a mime. The strange warforged waves over to them, the screen that is their face glitching at slight intervoles, not enough to seem damaged, but bizarre.
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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.'
*Hello, i am back from my weird little pilgramige*
*Welcome back!!!*
*Hi :D*
*Wanna rp?*
*I'm up for that*
*here ye go*
Theren is a whirlwind of death and destruction as he throws a cultist through a tree. Another tries to stab him but misses as Theren suplexes him with a roar of rage.
Leo is a mess as he works on a new schematic, having gotten no sleep for the past two nights. A coffee pot is brewing a new batch of coffee as he scribbles on some paper.
X is walking down the street, munching on a cinnamon roll he bought from a pastry shop. His metallic legs clink lightly with each step.
*Hmmm, i've got around 1 guy rn :>*
Someone is watching from nearby as he demolishes cultists
Theren is soaked in blood, his shirt is torn as he snaps ones neck
Theres a soft whistle, "Really tearing them a new one aren't you?"
Theren turns and smiles a bit, teeth bloody as well
A lithe young man is sat up in a tree, "Looks like they got some hits too"
*Hello, i am back from my weird little pilgramige*
*Welcome back!!!*
*Hi :D*
*Wanna rp?*
*I'm up for that*
*here ye go*
Theren is a whirlwind of death and destruction as he throws a cultist through a tree. Another tries to stab him but misses as Theren suplexes him with a roar of rage.
Leo is a mess as he works on a new schematic, having gotten no sleep for the past two nights. A coffee pot is brewing a new batch of coffee as he scribbles on some paper.
X is walking down the street, munching on a cinnamon roll he bought from a pastry shop. His metallic legs clink lightly with each step.
*Hmmm, i've got around 1 guy rn :>*
Someone is watching from nearby as he demolishes cultists
Theren is soaked in blood, his shirt is torn as he snaps ones neck
Theres a soft whistle, "Really tearing them a new one aren't you?"
Theren turns and smiles a bit, teeth bloody as well
A lithe young man is sat up in a tree, "Looks like they got some hits too"
"Aint nothing." he says, grabbing a cultist by the neck.
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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.
*Hello, i am back from my weird little pilgramige*
*Welcome back!!!*
*Hi :D*
*Wanna rp?*
*I'm up for that*
*here ye go*
Theren is a whirlwind of death and destruction as he throws a cultist through a tree. Another tries to stab him but misses as Theren suplexes him with a roar of rage.
Leo is a mess as he works on a new schematic, having gotten no sleep for the past two nights. A coffee pot is brewing a new batch of coffee as he scribbles on some paper.
X is walking down the street, munching on a cinnamon roll he bought from a pastry shop. His metallic legs clink lightly with each step.
*Hmmm, i've got around 1 guy rn :>*
Someone is watching from nearby as he demolishes cultists
Theren is soaked in blood, his shirt is torn as he snaps ones neck
Theres a soft whistle, "Really tearing them a new one aren't you?"
Theren turns and smiles a bit, teeth bloody as well
A lithe young man is sat up in a tree, "Looks like they got some hits too"
"Aint nothing." he says, grabbing a cultist by the neck.
The young man hums, dropping out of the tree and walking over, "Seems like a bit of something"
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"You look very similar." he mutters.
He sighs, putting his gun back in his jacket. "Someone's after either you or me again."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Ah i'll be fine lad*
Theren is soaked in blood, his shirt is torn as he snaps ones neck
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The older speaks, tilting her head, "Thats because I'm her mother, dear boy."
She doesn't sheath her sword, still weary "We can handle them together... right?" She looks up to them.
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.)
*Ain't gonna stop me from worrin'*
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.)
*Howdy, going to try out a new character.*
It is spring. The air is fresh and new and ready for new life. Drifting upon this air is a red balloon and a clown hangs underneath this balloon, gripping the thin string. The clown's white-painted face blooms in the middle of a neck ruff of yellow petals. He wears a bright green baggy suit with blossoms for buttons. His slightly oversized shoes touch down on the green grass and small flowers spring up from the soil.
"Figured." he mumbles, sitting up
He places a hand on her shoulder, nodding
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theres a soft whistle, "Really tearing them a new one aren't you?"
She smiles once more, patting their head before going back to talking with Ana.
She nods and puts her sword away, sighing.
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 turns and smiles a bit, teeth bloody as well
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Ain't nothing gonna break my stride, ain't nothing gonna hold me down*
Leo looks for his work belt and work clothes as they talk
"Alright, hop back on my back. We need to get off this roof."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Oh wait I have a great character for this.*
Someone happens to spot the clown, tilting their head, the screen flashing a pixalated smile with his cords sparking. Dressed in similar attire, with a distinct difference, he isn't a clown, he's a mime. The strange warforged waves over to them, the screen that is their face glitching at slight intervoles, not enough to seem damaged, but bizarre.
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.)
If he tries to get back to working, Ana just stares daggers at him.
She nods and climbs back on, leaning against them as she wraps her arms around them.
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.)
A lithe young man is sat up in a tree, "Looks like they got some hits too"
Leo freezes, setting back down the work belt.
He jumps down, cracking the pavement slightly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Aint nothing." he says, grabbing a cultist by the neck.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She smiles happily at them, gesturing them over.
She climbs back down, hugging them "Thanks, you're the best body guard, bro."
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.)
He sits down next to Ana, being polite.
"I try to be." he says, hugging her back
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The young man hums, dropping out of the tree and walking over, "Seems like a bit of something"