*I do have a few new character ideas but it’s basically an anthropomorphic snow tiger and an anthropomorphic sharky.*
Try making an undead. I could give you an idea to start with if you want
*Idk, I might just make your classic vampire.*
*vampire is cool, but when I make an undead I give them something extra. I once played a ghost who broke mirrors because she was very vain while she was alive and she thought death made her ugly*
*Drunken vampire, I’m thinking.*
*okay*
A young man walks into the inn, wobbly and unsteady, wearing brown clothing. His eyes are a deep crimson, his hair is long and black, and his teeth are fanged. His breath smells of blood and alcohol.
Lorelai sits at the counter, tracing the edge of her teacup with her finger
He stumbles up to the chair next to her and orders a glass of red wine.
She keeps her eyes forward.
“Want some wine?” He asks, flipping a coin. It lands on tails and he yanks it back. “No wine for you. Tails means I’m not being generous today.”
“I don’t drink.” She sips from her tea. “Alcohol, that is”
“I drink alcohol. Everyone should drink alcohol.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
“Oh.”
He smiles sadly. “Yes… I was hoping to find a job here to maybe start my Inn back up again.”
“I don’t know who to talk to about getting a job.”
“Have you been here long?”
“Just arrived.”
“Ah. Me too. Where do you hail from?”
“Herstranera, how about you?”
“Nowhere you would know of. What is Herstanera?”
“A remote village in a lesser known country.” As it gets later the magical aura from him starts to get stronger.
“What a nice aura. Do you have magic?”
“A little bit. The aura is because I’m a creature.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
“Oh.”
He smiles sadly. “Yes… I was hoping to find a job here to maybe start my Inn back up again.”
“I don’t know who to talk to about getting a job.”
“Have you been here long?”
“Just arrived.”
“Ah. Me too. Where do you hail from?”
“Herstranera, how about you?”
“Nowhere you would know of. What is Herstanera?”
“A remote village in a lesser known country.” As it gets later the magical aura from him starts to get stronger.
“What a nice aura. Do you have magic?”
“A little bit. The aura is because I’m a creature.”
His eyes twinkle. “As am I.”
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A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
“Oh.”
He smiles sadly. “Yes… I was hoping to find a job here to maybe start my Inn back up again.”
“I don’t know who to talk to about getting a job.”
“Have you been here long?”
“Just arrived.”
“Ah. Me too. Where do you hail from?”
“Herstranera, how about you?”
“Nowhere you would know of. What is Herstanera?”
“A remote village in a lesser known country.” As it gets later the magical aura from him starts to get stronger.
“What a nice aura. Do you have magic?”
“A little bit. The aura is because I’m a creature.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
“Oh.”
He smiles sadly. “Yes… I was hoping to find a job here to maybe start my Inn back up again.”
“I don’t know who to talk to about getting a job.”
“Have you been here long?”
“Just arrived.”
“Ah. Me too. Where do you hail from?”
“Herstranera, how about you?”
“Nowhere you would know of. What is Herstanera?”
“A remote village in a lesser known country.” As it gets later the magical aura from him starts to get stronger.
“What a nice aura. Do you have magic?”
“A little bit. The aura is because I’m a creature.”
His eyes twinkle. “As am I.”
“What are you?”
“A tiger. And you?”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
“Oh.”
He smiles sadly. “Yes… I was hoping to find a job here to maybe start my Inn back up again.”
“I don’t know who to talk to about getting a job.”
“Have you been here long?”
“Just arrived.”
“Ah. Me too. Where do you hail from?”
“Herstranera, how about you?”
“Nowhere you would know of. What is Herstanera?”
“A remote village in a lesser known country.” As it gets later the magical aura from him starts to get stronger.
“What a nice aura. Do you have magic?”
“A little bit. The aura is because I’m a creature.”
His eyes twinkle. “As am I.”
“What are you?”
“A tiger. And you?”
“A Gyestfren. A creature impowered by moonlight but can transform at any time.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
“Oh.”
He smiles sadly. “Yes… I was hoping to find a job here to maybe start my Inn back up again.”
“I don’t know who to talk to about getting a job.”
“Have you been here long?”
“Just arrived.”
“Ah. Me too. Where do you hail from?”
“Herstranera, how about you?”
“Nowhere you would know of. What is Herstanera?”
“A remote village in a lesser known country.” As it gets later the magical aura from him starts to get stronger.
“What a nice aura. Do you have magic?”
“A little bit. The aura is because I’m a creature.”
His eyes twinkle. “As am I.”
“What are you?”
“A tiger. And you?”
“A Gyestfren. A creature impowered by moonlight but can transform at any time.”
*totally didnt just make up a creature.*
He smiles. “Never heard of them. What can you transform into?”
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A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
“Oh.”
He smiles sadly. “Yes… I was hoping to find a job here to maybe start my Inn back up again.”
“I don’t know who to talk to about getting a job.”
“Have you been here long?”
“Just arrived.”
“Ah. Me too. Where do you hail from?”
“Herstranera, how about you?”
“Nowhere you would know of. What is Herstanera?”
“A remote village in a lesser known country.” As it gets later the magical aura from him starts to get stronger.
“What a nice aura. Do you have magic?”
“A little bit. The aura is because I’m a creature.”
His eyes twinkle. “As am I.”
“What are you?”
“A tiger. And you?”
“A Gyestfren. A creature impowered by moonlight but can transform at any time.”
*totally didnt just make up a creature.*
He smiles. “Never heard of them. What can you transform into?”
“It’s hard to describe but I can show you my form.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
“Oh.”
He smiles sadly. “Yes… I was hoping to find a job here to maybe start my Inn back up again.”
“I don’t know who to talk to about getting a job.”
“Have you been here long?”
“Just arrived.”
“Ah. Me too. Where do you hail from?”
“Herstranera, how about you?”
“Nowhere you would know of. What is Herstanera?”
“A remote village in a lesser known country.” As it gets later the magical aura from him starts to get stronger.
“What a nice aura. Do you have magic?”
“A little bit. The aura is because I’m a creature.”
His eyes twinkle. “As am I.”
“What are you?”
“A tiger. And you?”
“A Gyestfren. A creature impowered by moonlight but can transform at any time.”
*totally didnt just make up a creature.*
He smiles. “Never heard of them. What can you transform into?”
“It’s hard to describe but I can show you my form.”
“Interesting.“
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*I do have a few new character ideas but it’s basically an anthropomorphic snow tiger and an anthropomorphic sharky.*
Try making an undead. I could give you an idea to start with if you want
*Idk, I might just make your classic vampire.*
*vampire is cool, but when I make an undead I give them something extra. I once played a ghost who broke mirrors because she was very vain while she was alive and she thought death made her ugly*
*Drunken vampire, I’m thinking.*
*okay*
A young man walks into the inn, wobbly and unsteady, wearing brown clothing. His eyes are a deep crimson, his hair is long and black, and his teeth are fanged. His breath smells of blood and alcohol.
Lorelai sits at the counter, tracing the edge of her teacup with her finger
He stumbles up to the chair next to her and orders a glass of red wine.
She keeps her eyes forward.
“Want some wine?” He asks, flipping a coin. It lands on tails and he yanks it back. “No wine for you. Tails means I’m not being generous today.”
“I don’t drink.” She sips from her tea. “Alcohol, that is”
“I drink alcohol. Everyone should drink alcohol.”
“It doesn’t do anything to me, and I don’t like the taste, so there’s no point in it.”
*did you figure out what she is?*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*I do have a few new character ideas but it’s basically an anthropomorphic snow tiger and an anthropomorphic sharky.*
Try making an undead. I could give you an idea to start with if you want
*Idk, I might just make your classic vampire.*
*vampire is cool, but when I make an undead I give them something extra. I once played a ghost who broke mirrors because she was very vain while she was alive and she thought death made her ugly*
*Drunken vampire, I’m thinking.*
*okay*
A young man walks into the inn, wobbly and unsteady, wearing brown clothing. His eyes are a deep crimson, his hair is long and black, and his teeth are fanged. His breath smells of blood and alcohol.
Lorelai sits at the counter, tracing the edge of her teacup with her finger
He stumbles up to the chair next to her and orders a glass of red wine.
She keeps her eyes forward.
“Want some wine?” He asks, flipping a coin. It lands on tails and he yanks it back. “No wine for you. Tails means I’m not being generous today.”
“I don’t drink.” She sips from her tea. “Alcohol, that is”
“I drink alcohol. Everyone should drink alcohol.”
“It doesn’t do anything to me, and I don’t like the taste, so there’s no point in it.”
*did you figure out what she is?*
*Nope, still wondering.*
“The drunkenness is the best part…”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
“Oh.”
He smiles sadly. “Yes… I was hoping to find a job here to maybe start my Inn back up again.”
“I don’t know who to talk to about getting a job.”
“Have you been here long?”
“Just arrived.”
“Ah. Me too. Where do you hail from?”
“Herstranera, how about you?”
“Nowhere you would know of. What is Herstanera?”
“A remote village in a lesser known country.” As it gets later the magical aura from him starts to get stronger.
“What a nice aura. Do you have magic?”
“A little bit. The aura is because I’m a creature.”
His eyes twinkle. “As am I.”
“What are you?”
“A tiger. And you?”
“A Gyestfren. A creature impowered by moonlight but can transform at any time.”
*totally didnt just make up a creature.*
He smiles. “Never heard of them. What can you transform into?”
“It’s hard to describe but I can show you my form.”
“Interesting.“
He changes shape into a quadrupedal form and his legs are more pointed at the feat. He is just under 2 feet and has black scales with red eyes. His ears are wholes in his scales. His head is pointed at the top.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
He changes shape into a quadrupedal form and his legs are more pointed at the feat. He is just under 2 feet and has black scales with red eyes. His ears are wholes in his scales. His head is pointed at the top.
He claps, the sound muffled due to his furry paws.
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
He changes shape into a quadrupedal form and his legs are more pointed at the feat. He is just under 2 feet and has black scales with red eyes. His ears are wholes in his scales. His head is pointed at the top.
He claps, the sound muffled due to his furry paws.
His eyes glow when a voice goes into the tiger’s head. “Thank you.” He is speaking telepathically.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
He changes shape into a quadrupedal form and his legs are more pointed at the feat. He is just under 2 feet and has black scales with red eyes. His ears are wholes in his scales. His head is pointed at the top.
He claps, the sound muffled due to his furry paws.
His eyes glow when a voice goes into the tiger’s head. “Thank you.” He is speaking telepathically.
He reaches back with his own telepathy. “Interesting power.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
*cut with banan* *you can have a lil hint* She accidentally spills some of the tea on her hand, staining her glove, but despite the tea being almost boiling, she seems unfased by the heat and more concerned with the stain. “Aw Bother! That won’t come out easy” she catches the finger of her glove in her mouth and pulls it off. Now free from its covering, her hand seems to be segmented at the joints, almost like a doll’s.
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
He changes shape into a quadrupedal form and his legs are more pointed at the feat. He is just under 2 feet and has black scales with red eyes. His ears are wholes in his scales. His head is pointed at the top.
He claps, the sound muffled due to his furry paws.
His eyes glow when a voice goes into the tiger’s head. “Thank you.” He is speaking telepathically.
He reaches back with his own telepathy. “Interesting power.”
“If you don’t see, my form doesn’t have a mouth. This is how I talk.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
He changes shape into a quadrupedal form and his legs are more pointed at the feat. He is just under 2 feet and has black scales with red eyes. His ears are wholes in his scales. His head is pointed at the top.
He claps, the sound muffled due to his furry paws.
His eyes glow when a voice goes into the tiger’s head. “Thank you.” He is speaking telepathically.
He reaches back with his own telepathy. “Interesting power.”
“If you don’t see, my form doesn’t have a mouth. This is how I talk.”
“Can everyone hear us?”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
“I drink alcohol. Everyone should drink alcohol.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
“A little bit. The aura is because I’m a creature.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
His eyes twinkle. “As am I.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
*Hi! How are you?*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“What are you?”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“A tiger. And you?”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
“A Gyestfren. A creature impowered by moonlight but can transform at any time.”
*totally didnt just make up a creature.*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
He smiles. “Never heard of them. What can you transform into?”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
“It’s hard to describe but I can show you my form.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Interesting.“
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
“It doesn’t do anything to me, and I don’t like the taste, so there’s no point in it.”
*did you figure out what she is?*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*Nope, still wondering.*
“The drunkenness is the best part…”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
He changes shape into a quadrupedal form and his legs are more pointed at the feat. He is just under 2 feet and has black scales with red eyes. His ears are wholes in his scales. His head is pointed at the top.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
He claps, the sound muffled due to his furry paws.
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
His eyes glow when a voice goes into the tiger’s head. “Thank you.” He is speaking telepathically.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
He reaches back with his own telepathy. “Interesting power.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
*cut with banan*
*you can have a lil hint*
She accidentally spills some of the tea on her hand, staining her glove, but despite the tea being almost boiling, she seems unfased by the heat and more concerned with the stain. “Aw Bother! That won’t come out easy” she catches the finger of her glove in her mouth and pulls it off. Now free from its covering, her hand seems to be segmented at the joints, almost like a doll’s.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
“If you don’t see, my form doesn’t have a mouth. This is how I talk.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Can everyone hear us?”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
*anyone care to roleplay?*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”