Simon is outside, smoking. He impatiently taps his boot-clad foot on the ground, thinking to himself, it seems. He has opted to wear a skeletal balaclava today, the grinning smile of the lower jaw almost a mockery of what he can't feel. His glove-hand twitched a bit, shaking as he held the cigarette between his fingers.
Sam was breaking up a fight on the docks which has ended up with him getting a punch to the eye, resulting in a black eye and a slightly busted nose. He sits on the docks edge, legs dangling off the edge, as he holds a cloth sack with some ice in it to his eye.
Simon is outside, smoking. He impatiently taps his boot-clad foot on the ground, thinking to himself, it seems. He has opted to wear a skeletal balaclava today, the grinning smile of the lower jaw almost a mockery of what he can't feel. His glove-hand twitched a bit, shaking as he held the cigarette between his fingers.
Sam was breaking up a fight on the docks which has ended up with him getting a punch to the eye, resulting in a black eye and a slightly busted nose. He sits on the docks edge, legs dangling off the edge, as he holds a cloth sack with some ice in it to his eye.
An angry and pale gnome walks over to him. “OI! WHY’D YA STOP THE FIGHT? I HAD MONEY ON ME WINNING!” He doesn’t seem to have any damage from the scrap.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Omori has been spending the last couple of weeks training and honing her strength- but not her magical strength, though she's been practicing spells too. The young shadow is currently practicing with a carefully-carved and balanced wooden pole, using it like a spear as she hones her technique, continually striking that old wooden training dummy outside the Inn.
The Architect has been testing her own powers, finding new ways she can manipulate Dark Energy to create new things. She's working on a piece of pottery, crafted from pieces of numerous ceramic creations stuck together with dark matter in a technique similar to yobitsugi.
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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)
*Rp? I've decided to play CRSE after they meet* Someone in a green hood has set up a makeshift archery range just outside the woods. They fire bullseye after bullseye into a straw bale with a high-tech-looking bow. A well-built young man in leather armor is tying up a horse outside the inn. A small round bronze shield and a spear lie nearby on the ground. Alone on the grass, a girl dances gracefully—her white cardigan and skirt contrasting against her dark brown skin, deep as the night sky above. A blonde girl in a pink sundress wanders through the woods, looking around for something.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Omori has been spending the last couple of weeks training and honing her strength- but not her magical strength, though she's been practicing spells too. The young shadow is currently practicing with a carefully-carved and balanced wooden pole, using it like a spear as she hones her technique, continually striking that old wooden training dummy outside the Inn.
The Architect has been testing her own powers, finding new ways she can manipulate Dark Energy to create new things. She's working on a piece of pottery, crafted from pieces of numerous ceramic creations stuck together with dark matter in a technique similar to yobitsugi.
She hears a soft male voice behind her. "Spread your feet a little more."
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Omori has been spending the last couple of weeks training and honing her strength- but not her magical strength, though she's been practicing spells too. The young shadow is currently practicing with a carefully-carved and balanced wooden pole, using it like a spear as she hones her technique, continually striking that old wooden training dummy outside the Inn.
The Architect has been testing her own powers, finding new ways she can manipulate Dark Energy to create new things. She's working on a piece of pottery, crafted from pieces of numerous ceramic creations stuck together with dark matter in a technique similar to yobitsugi.
She hears a soft male voice behind her. "Spread your feet a little more."
She pauses for a moment, before widening her stance slightly and going for another thrusting strike at the target. The pole strikes true, poking the dummy in its chest and causing it to sway slightly- but unlike last time, she's slightly less wobbly afterwards. "Thanks."
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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)
Omori has been spending the last couple of weeks training and honing her strength- but not her magical strength, though she's been practicing spells too. The young shadow is currently practicing with a carefully-carved and balanced wooden pole, using it like a spear as she hones her technique, continually striking that old wooden training dummy outside the Inn.
The Architect has been testing her own powers, finding new ways she can manipulate Dark Energy to create new things. She's working on a piece of pottery, crafted from pieces of numerous ceramic creations stuck together with dark matter in a technique similar to yobitsugi.
She hears a soft male voice behind her. "Spread your feet a little more."
She pauses for a moment, before widening her stance slightly and going for another thrusting strike at the target. The pole strikes true, poking the dummy in its chest and causing it to sway slightly- but unlike last time, she's slightly less wobbly afterwards. "Thanks."
"There you go. Spears are tricky to master, but once you get the hang of it, there's no end to the possible fighting styles you can use." The speaker steps into her field of vision, and you can see it's a teenage boy in overalls. His eyes and his skin are the same warm brown. He holds a spear and a small shield casually. "I'm partial to hoplite style myself"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Omori has been spending the last couple of weeks training and honing her strength- but not her magical strength, though she's been practicing spells too. The young shadow is currently practicing with a carefully-carved and balanced wooden pole, using it like a spear as she hones her technique, continually striking that old wooden training dummy outside the Inn.
The Architect has been testing her own powers, finding new ways she can manipulate Dark Energy to create new things. She's working on a piece of pottery, crafted from pieces of numerous ceramic creations stuck together with dark matter in a technique similar to yobitsugi.
She hears a soft male voice behind her. "Spread your feet a little more."
She pauses for a moment, before widening her stance slightly and going for another thrusting strike at the target. The pole strikes true, poking the dummy in its chest and causing it to sway slightly- but unlike last time, she's slightly less wobbly afterwards. "Thanks."
"There you go. Spears are tricky to master, but once you get the hang of it, there's no end to the possible fighting styles you can use." The speaker steps into her field of vision, and you can see it's a teenage boy in overalls. His eyes and his skin are the same warm brown. He holds a spear and a small shield casually. "I'm partial to hoplite style myself"
"Their versatility is part of the reason I chose to try a spear. Not sure which style I'll try, though." She smiles a bit, before repeating the motion and hitting the target in its side, maintaining her footing just the tiniest bit better than last time. "I want to have one hand able to cast spells still, but I don't know if there's a set style for that."
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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)
Omori has been spending the last couple of weeks training and honing her strength- but not her magical strength, though she's been practicing spells too. The young shadow is currently practicing with a carefully-carved and balanced wooden pole, using it like a spear as she hones her technique, continually striking that old wooden training dummy outside the Inn.
The Architect has been testing her own powers, finding new ways she can manipulate Dark Energy to create new things. She's working on a piece of pottery, crafted from pieces of numerous ceramic creations stuck together with dark matter in a technique similar to yobitsugi.
She hears a soft male voice behind her. "Spread your feet a little more."
She pauses for a moment, before widening her stance slightly and going for another thrusting strike at the target. The pole strikes true, poking the dummy in its chest and causing it to sway slightly- but unlike last time, she's slightly less wobbly afterwards. "Thanks."
"There you go. Spears are tricky to master, but once you get the hang of it, there's no end to the possible fighting styles you can use." The speaker steps into her field of vision, and you can see it's a teenage boy in overalls. His eyes and his skin are the same warm brown. He holds a spear and a small shield casually. "I'm partial to hoplite style myself"
"Their versatility is part of the reason I chose to try a spear. Not sure which style I'll try, though." She smiles a bit, before repeating the motion and hitting the target in its side, maintaining her footing just the tiniest bit better than last time. "I want to have one hand able to cast spells still, but I don't know if there's a set style for that."
"Well, hoplite style only has one hand on the spear. Usually you use a shield in your off-hand, but I guess you could use it for spells too." He assumes a spartan stance, with his shield up and his spear protruding. "See, it's a defensive style."
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Omori has been spending the last couple of weeks training and honing her strength- but not her magical strength, though she's been practicing spells too. The young shadow is currently practicing with a carefully-carved and balanced wooden pole, using it like a spear as she hones her technique, continually striking that old wooden training dummy outside the Inn.
The Architect has been testing her own powers, finding new ways she can manipulate Dark Energy to create new things. She's working on a piece of pottery, crafted from pieces of numerous ceramic creations stuck together with dark matter in a technique similar to yobitsugi.
She hears a soft male voice behind her. "Spread your feet a little more."
She pauses for a moment, before widening her stance slightly and going for another thrusting strike at the target. The pole strikes true, poking the dummy in its chest and causing it to sway slightly- but unlike last time, she's slightly less wobbly afterwards. "Thanks."
"There you go. Spears are tricky to master, but once you get the hang of it, there's no end to the possible fighting styles you can use." The speaker steps into her field of vision, and you can see it's a teenage boy in overalls. His eyes and his skin are the same warm brown. He holds a spear and a small shield casually. "I'm partial to hoplite style myself"
"Their versatility is part of the reason I chose to try a spear. Not sure which style I'll try, though." She smiles a bit, before repeating the motion and hitting the target in its side, maintaining her footing just the tiniest bit better than last time. "I want to have one hand able to cast spells still, but I don't know if there's a set style for that."
"Well, hoplite style only has one hand on the spear. Usually you use a shield in your off-hand, but I guess you could use it for spells too." He assumes a spartan stance, with his shield up and his spear protruding. "See, it's a defensive style."
"I see..." She attempts to replicate his stance, actually doing somewhat well at that. "Like this?"
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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)
Sam, due to the rain, is out on the beach. Having somehow pitched a meager tent, he watches the ocean while a small pit fire gives him some warmth. He wears a simple white blouse and a pair of black pants, and his jewelry is a bit more muted today than on other days. He whittles on a stick, turning it into a spear of sorts.
Simon stalks around town, keeping to the back alleys and shadows. He wears his normal get-up, all black with a sinister smiling skull-like print balaclava. He seems to refuse to look at anyone, brushing past them with little notice.
*Rp? I've decided to play CRSE after they meet* Someone in a green hood has set up a makeshift archery range just outside the woods. They fire bullseye after bullseye into a straw bale with a high-tech-looking bow. A well-built young man in leather armor is tying up a horse outside the inn. A small round bronze shield and a spear lie nearby on the ground. Alone on the grass, a girl dances gracefully—her white cardigan and skirt contrasting against her dark brown skin, deep as the night sky above. A blonde girl in a pink sundress wanders through the woods, looking around for something.
timber walks over, sticking to the shadows. he pulls out a flintlock and takes aim at the target
Sam, due to the rain, is out on the beach. Having somehow pitched a meager tent, he watches the ocean while a small pit fire gives him some warmth. He wears a simple white blouse and a pair of black pants, and his jewelry is a bit more muted today than on other days. He whittles on a stick, turning it into a spear of sorts.
Simon stalks around town, keeping to the back alleys and shadows. He wears his normal get-up, all black with a sinister smiling skull-like print balaclava. He seems to refuse to look at anyone, brushing past them with little notice.
Sam, due to the rain, is out on the beach. Having somehow pitched a meager tent, he watches the ocean while a small pit fire gives him some warmth. He wears a simple white blouse and a pair of black pants, and his jewelry is a bit more muted today than on other days. He whittles on a stick, turning it into a spear of sorts.
Simon stalks around town, keeping to the back alleys and shadows. He wears his normal get-up, all black with a sinister smiling skull-like print balaclava. He seems to refuse to look at anyone, brushing past them with little notice.
A wobbly gentleman seems to be following him
Simon notices this but hasn't addressed it yet. He continues walking, a blade sliding from his sleeve into his hand.
Omori has been spending the last couple of weeks training and honing her strength- but not her magical strength, though she's been practicing spells too. The young shadow is currently practicing with a carefully-carved and balanced wooden pole, using it like a spear as she hones her technique, continually striking that old wooden training dummy outside the Inn.
The Architect has been testing her own powers, finding new ways she can manipulate Dark Energy to create new things. She's working on a piece of pottery, crafted from pieces of numerous ceramic creations stuck together with dark matter in a technique similar to yobitsugi.
She hears a soft male voice behind her. "Spread your feet a little more."
She pauses for a moment, before widening her stance slightly and going for another thrusting strike at the target. The pole strikes true, poking the dummy in its chest and causing it to sway slightly- but unlike last time, she's slightly less wobbly afterwards. "Thanks."
"There you go. Spears are tricky to master, but once you get the hang of it, there's no end to the possible fighting styles you can use." The speaker steps into her field of vision, and you can see it's a teenage boy in overalls. His eyes and his skin are the same warm brown. He holds a spear and a small shield casually. "I'm partial to hoplite style myself"
"Their versatility is part of the reason I chose to try a spear. Not sure which style I'll try, though." She smiles a bit, before repeating the motion and hitting the target in its side, maintaining her footing just the tiniest bit better than last time. "I want to have one hand able to cast spells still, but I don't know if there's a set style for that."
"Well, hoplite style only has one hand on the spear. Usually you use a shield in your off-hand, but I guess you could use it for spells too." He assumes a spartan stance, with his shield up and his spear protruding. "See, it's a defensive style."
"I see..." She attempts to replicate his stance, actually doing somewhat well at that. "Like this?"
"You're a natural!" he grins
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Rp? I've decided to play CRSE after they meet* Someone in a green hood has set up a makeshift archery range just outside the woods. They fire bullseye after bullseye into a straw bale with a high-tech-looking bow. A well-built young man in leather armor is tying up a horse outside the inn. A small round bronze shield and a spear lie nearby on the ground. Alone on the grass, a girl dances gracefully—her white cardigan and skirt contrasting against her dark brown skin, deep as the night sky above. A blonde girl in a pink sundress wanders through the woods, looking around for something.
timber walks over, sticking to the shadows. he pulls out a flintlock and takes aim at the target
The person nocks a blunted arrow and aims at you. "Hey."
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Simon is outside, smoking. He impatiently taps his boot-clad foot on the ground, thinking to himself, it seems. He has opted to wear a skeletal balaclava today, the grinning smile of the lower jaw almost a mockery of what he can't feel. His glove-hand twitched a bit, shaking as he held the cigarette between his fingers.
Sam was breaking up a fight on the docks which has ended up with him getting a punch to the eye, resulting in a black eye and a slightly busted nose. He sits on the docks edge, legs dangling off the edge, as he holds a cloth sack with some ice in it to his eye.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
An angry and pale gnome walks over to him. “OI! WHY’D YA STOP THE FIGHT? I HAD MONEY ON ME WINNING!” He doesn’t seem to have any damage from the scrap.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*hi*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Good afternoon, everyone!*
Omori has been spending the last couple of weeks training and honing her strength- but not her magical strength, though she's been practicing spells too. The young shadow is currently practicing with a carefully-carved and balanced wooden pole, using it like a spear as she hones her technique, continually striking that old wooden training dummy outside the Inn.
The Architect has been testing her own powers, finding new ways she can manipulate Dark Energy to create new things. She's working on a piece of pottery, crafted from pieces of numerous ceramic creations stuck together with dark matter in a technique similar to yobitsugi.
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)
*Rp? I've decided to play CRSE after they meet*
Someone in a green hood has set up a makeshift archery range just outside the woods. They fire bullseye after bullseye into a straw bale with a high-tech-looking bow.
A well-built young man in leather armor is tying up a horse outside the inn. A small round bronze shield and a spear lie nearby on the ground.
Alone on the grass, a girl dances gracefully—her white cardigan and skirt contrasting against her dark brown skin, deep as the night sky above.
A blonde girl in a pink sundress wanders through the woods, looking around for something.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
She hears a soft male voice behind her. "Spread your feet a little more."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
She pauses for a moment, before widening her stance slightly and going for another thrusting strike at the target. The pole strikes true, poking the dummy in its chest and causing it to sway slightly- but unlike last time, she's slightly less wobbly afterwards. "Thanks."
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)
"There you go. Spears are tricky to master, but once you get the hang of it, there's no end to the possible fighting styles you can use." The speaker steps into her field of vision, and you can see it's a teenage boy in overalls. His eyes and his skin are the same warm brown. He holds a spear and a small shield casually. "I'm partial to hoplite style myself"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Their versatility is part of the reason I chose to try a spear. Not sure which style I'll try, though." She smiles a bit, before repeating the motion and hitting the target in its side, maintaining her footing just the tiniest bit better than last time. "I want to have one hand able to cast spells still, but I don't know if there's a set style for that."
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)
"Well, hoplite style only has one hand on the spear. Usually you use a shield in your off-hand, but I guess you could use it for spells too." He assumes a spartan stance, with his shield up and his spear protruding. "See, it's a defensive style."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"I see..." She attempts to replicate his stance, actually doing somewhat well at that. "Like this?"
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)
Sam, due to the rain, is out on the beach. Having somehow pitched a meager tent, he watches the ocean while a small pit fire gives him some warmth. He wears a simple white blouse and a pair of black pants, and his jewelry is a bit more muted today than on other days. He whittles on a stick, turning it into a spear of sorts.
Simon stalks around town, keeping to the back alleys and shadows. He wears his normal get-up, all black with a sinister smiling skull-like print balaclava. He seems to refuse to look at anyone, brushing past them with little notice.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
timber walks over, sticking to the shadows. he pulls out a flintlock and takes aim at the target
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
A wobbly gentleman seems to be following him
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Simon notices this but hasn't addressed it yet. He continues walking, a blade sliding from his sleeve into his hand.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"You're a natural!" he grins
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*-materializes-*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The person nocks a blunted arrow and aims at you. "Hey."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*I lurk. Also working on a new character*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Still here if anyone else is*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.