*Isaac, and pretty much anyone you'd like. not set on anyone just yet*
(I'll go with Isaac)
(Or not)
*Isaacs upstairs in xan's room, sorry lol. Tho you can still go to them, anyone else you want to do?*
(It's all good. What other characters do you have?)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*Well im making a non-binary, War Captain Aasimar named Tisvan. If you ever watched Mulan, i based them off the song "I'll make a man out of you". Ill add him in shortly :]*
*Other then that i have Kelipso, Eve, Adder, Xan, Yuri, Kramer, Jack, Thatcher, and Oval*
*Oooooo, excitement. I'm thinking of making a psycho :D*
Isaac is laid face down under xan's bed, groaning into a pillow
*OOOOOOOOOOOOOH get me the deets mate*
*also.. Under??*
Xan walks in and notices the groaning potato. He smiles and picks him up, snuggling him.
*So, ya know how rad straight jackets look? Like, without the arms crossed and the sleeves are long?*
*Yes. Under*
He groans more, leaning on them, "Xaaaaannnn, the church is threatening to excommunicate meeee"
*Y e s :D*
Xan pets his hair and tilts his head "Mn... your dont need them"
*And i wanna make a psycho :D. Think krieg's insanity from borderlands, but less violent :3*
"But i wouldn't be able to go anywhere...."
*oh boy. Well, knowing you, youll do a good job at roleplaying them*
"You have me... i would be able to take you places.. Im an archmage after all." (Xan: *grins in level twenty evocation magic*)
*I play what i am afterall lmao*
"You're an archmage?" He asks, confused by this, "But i'll still be excommunicated"
*Well im making a non-binary, War Captain Aasimar named Tisvan. If you ever watched Mulan, i based them off the song "I'll make a man out of you". Ill add him in shortly :]*
*Other then that i have Kelipso, Eve, Adder, Xan, Yuri, Kramer, Jack, Thatcher, and Oval*
*Oooooo, excitement. I'm thinking of making a psycho :D*
Isaac is laid face down under xan's bed, groaning into a pillow
*OOOOOOOOOOOOOH get me the deets mate*
*also.. Under??*
Xan walks in and notices the groaning potato. He smiles and picks him up, snuggling him.
*So, ya know how rad straight jackets look? Like, without the arms crossed and the sleeves are long?*
*Yes. Under*
He groans more, leaning on them, "Xaaaaannnn, the church is threatening to excommunicate meeee"
*Y e s :D*
Xan pets his hair and tilts his head "Mn... your dont need them"
*And i wanna make a psycho :D. Think krieg's insanity from borderlands, but less violent :3*
"But i wouldn't be able to go anywhere...."
*oh boy. Well, knowing you, youll do a good job at roleplaying them*
"You have me... i would be able to take you places.. Im an archmage after all." (Xan: *grins in level twenty evocation magic*)
*I play what i am afterall lmao*
"You're an archmage?" He asks, confused by this, "But i'll still be excommunicated"
The clanking of plate armor sounds the air like the ringing of bells. The door is opened by a metal gauntlet as a figure, standing 6'5, walks in. They wear full iron plate armor etched with intricate designs of vicious battles between angels and devils. On his arm is a thick shield almost as big as them, it is made of iron. Wrapped around their shoulder, connected to a strap, is a sheathed sword with a hilt created to look like a shield. On their hip, is an iron chain whip that radiates abjuration magic. Their helm blocks any sort of sight from their face and its a wonder how they can even see out of it.
They walk over to the corner of the room and sits down on the sofa. They pull out their sword and begin to sharpen it, sparks flying off the metal as they do.
The clanking of plate armor sounds the air like the ringing of bells. The door is opened by a metal gauntlet as a figure, standing 6'5, walks in. They wear full iron plate armor etched with intricate designs of vicious battles between angels and devils. On his arm is a thick shield almost as big as them, it is made of iron. Wrapped around their shoulder, connected to a strap, is a sheathed sword with a hilt created to look like a shield. On their hip, is an iron chain whip that radiates abjuration magic. Their helm blocks any sort of sight from their face and its a wonder how they can even see out of it.
They walk over to the corner of the room and sits down on the sofa. They pull out their sword and begin to sharpen it, sparks flying off the metal as they do.
Simon looks up at the figure, stares for a moment, then starts sketching
The clanking of plate armor sounds the air like the ringing of bells. The door is opened by a metal gauntlet as a figure, standing 6'5, walks in. They wear full iron plate armor etched with intricate designs of vicious battles between angels and devils. On his arm is a thick shield almost as big as them, it is made of iron. Wrapped around their shoulder, connected to a strap, is a sheathed sword with a hilt created to look like a shield. On their hip, is an iron chain whip that radiates abjuration magic. Their helm blocks any sort of sight from their face and its a wonder how they can even see out of it.
They walk over to the corner of the room and sits down on the sofa. They pull out their sword and begin to sharpen it, sparks flying off the metal as they do.
Simon looks up at the figure, stares for a moment, then starts sketching
Th figure turns their helmed face towards Simon, stopping what they ae doing, as if they were staring
The clanking of plate armor sounds the air like the ringing of bells. The door is opened by a metal gauntlet as a figure, standing 6'5, walks in. They wear full iron plate armor etched with intricate designs of vicious battles between angels and devils. On his arm is a thick shield almost as big as them, it is made of iron. Wrapped around their shoulder, connected to a strap, is a sheathed sword with a hilt created to look like a shield. On their hip, is an iron chain whip that radiates abjuration magic. Their helm blocks any sort of sight from their face and its a wonder how they can even see out of it.
They walk over to the corner of the room and sits down on the sofa. They pull out their sword and begin to sharpen it, sparks flying off the metal as they do.
Simon looks up at the figure, stares for a moment, then starts sketching
Th figure turns their helmed face towards Simon, stopping what they ae doing, as if they were staring
He gives a slight wave in response, focusing on his sketching
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
The clanking of plate armor sounds the air like the ringing of bells. The door is opened by a metal gauntlet as a figure, standing 6'5, walks in. They wear full iron plate armor etched with intricate designs of vicious battles between angels and devils. On his arm is a thick shield almost as big as them, it is made of iron. Wrapped around their shoulder, connected to a strap, is a sheathed sword with a hilt created to look like a shield. On their hip, is an iron chain whip that radiates abjuration magic. Their helm blocks any sort of sight from their face and its a wonder how they can even see out of it.
They walk over to the corner of the room and sits down on the sofa. They pull out their sword and begin to sharpen it, sparks flying off the metal as they do.
Simon looks up at the figure, stares for a moment, then starts sketching
Th figure turns their helmed face towards Simon, stopping what they ae doing, as if they were staring
He gives a slight wave in response, focusing on his sketching
They walk over and stare down at them "Who.... are you?"
The clanking of plate armor sounds the air like the ringing of bells. The door is opened by a metal gauntlet as a figure, standing 6'5, walks in. They wear full iron plate armor etched with intricate designs of vicious battles between angels and devils. On his arm is a thick shield almost as big as them, it is made of iron. Wrapped around their shoulder, connected to a strap, is a sheathed sword with a hilt created to look like a shield. On their hip, is an iron chain whip that radiates abjuration magic. Their helm blocks any sort of sight from their face and its a wonder how they can even see out of it.
They walk over to the corner of the room and sits down on the sofa. They pull out their sword and begin to sharpen it, sparks flying off the metal as they do.
Simon looks up at the figure, stares for a moment, then starts sketching
Th figure turns their helmed face towards Simon, stopping what they ae doing, as if they were staring
He gives a slight wave in response, focusing on his sketching
They walk over and stare down at them "Who.... are you?"
"Ah, i'm simon." He offers a hand with spatches of dried paint, "Pleased to meet you."
The clanking of plate armor sounds the air like the ringing of bells. The door is opened by a metal gauntlet as a figure, standing 6'5, walks in. They wear full iron plate armor etched with intricate designs of vicious battles between angels and devils. On his arm is a thick shield almost as big as them, it is made of iron. Wrapped around their shoulder, connected to a strap, is a sheathed sword with a hilt created to look like a shield. On their hip, is an iron chain whip that radiates abjuration magic. Their helm blocks any sort of sight from their face and its a wonder how they can even see out of it.
They walk over to the corner of the room and sits down on the sofa. They pull out their sword and begin to sharpen it, sparks flying off the metal as they do.
Simon looks up at the figure, stares for a moment, then starts sketching
Th figure turns their helmed face towards Simon, stopping what they ae doing, as if they were staring
He gives a slight wave in response, focusing on his sketching
They walk over and stare down at them "Who.... are you?"
"Ah, i'm simon." He offers a hand with spatches of dried paint, "Pleased to meet you."
They take off their helm. Their skin is like any human's skin but their eyes are pure white that glow slightly. Their long white hair is tied in a ponytail behind them. They huff and shake simon's hand "Im Tisvan" they said.
The clanking of plate armor sounds the air like the ringing of bells. The door is opened by a metal gauntlet as a figure, standing 6'5, walks in. They wear full iron plate armor etched with intricate designs of vicious battles between angels and devils. On his arm is a thick shield almost as big as them, it is made of iron. Wrapped around their shoulder, connected to a strap, is a sheathed sword with a hilt created to look like a shield. On their hip, is an iron chain whip that radiates abjuration magic. Their helm blocks any sort of sight from their face and its a wonder how they can even see out of it.
They walk over to the corner of the room and sits down on the sofa. They pull out their sword and begin to sharpen it, sparks flying off the metal as they do.
Simon looks up at the figure, stares for a moment, then starts sketching
Th figure turns their helmed face towards Simon, stopping what they ae doing, as if they were staring
He gives a slight wave in response, focusing on his sketching
They walk over and stare down at them "Who.... are you?"
"Ah, i'm simon." He offers a hand with spatches of dried paint, "Pleased to meet you."
They take off their helm. Their skin is like any human's skin but their eyes are pure white that glow slightly. Their long white hair is tied in a ponytail behind them. They huff and shake simon's hand "Im Tisvan" they said.
"Well nice to meet you Tisvan. Your eyes are rather interesting, they'll draw viewers to your face very easily." He grins
The clanking of plate armor sounds the air like the ringing of bells. The door is opened by a metal gauntlet as a figure, standing 6'5, walks in. They wear full iron plate armor etched with intricate designs of vicious battles between angels and devils. On his arm is a thick shield almost as big as them, it is made of iron. Wrapped around their shoulder, connected to a strap, is a sheathed sword with a hilt created to look like a shield. On their hip, is an iron chain whip that radiates abjuration magic. Their helm blocks any sort of sight from their face and its a wonder how they can even see out of it.
They walk over to the corner of the room and sits down on the sofa. They pull out their sword and begin to sharpen it, sparks flying off the metal as they do.
Simon looks up at the figure, stares for a moment, then starts sketching
Th figure turns their helmed face towards Simon, stopping what they ae doing, as if they were staring
He gives a slight wave in response, focusing on his sketching
They walk over and stare down at them "Who.... are you?"
"Ah, i'm simon." He offers a hand with spatches of dried paint, "Pleased to meet you."
They take off their helm. Their skin is like any human's skin but their eyes are pure white that glow slightly. Their long white hair is tied in a ponytail behind them. They huff and shake simon's hand "Im Tisvan" they said.
"Well nice to meet you Tisvan. Your eyes are rather interesting, they'll draw viewers to your face very easily." He grins
"I would rather you not draw me...." they said and looked down
The clanking of plate armor sounds the air like the ringing of bells. The door is opened by a metal gauntlet as a figure, standing 6'5, walks in. They wear full iron plate armor etched with intricate designs of vicious battles between angels and devils. On his arm is a thick shield almost as big as them, it is made of iron. Wrapped around their shoulder, connected to a strap, is a sheathed sword with a hilt created to look like a shield. On their hip, is an iron chain whip that radiates abjuration magic. Their helm blocks any sort of sight from their face and its a wonder how they can even see out of it.
They walk over to the corner of the room and sits down on the sofa. They pull out their sword and begin to sharpen it, sparks flying off the metal as they do.
Simon looks up at the figure, stares for a moment, then starts sketching
Th figure turns their helmed face towards Simon, stopping what they ae doing, as if they were staring
He gives a slight wave in response, focusing on his sketching
They walk over and stare down at them "Who.... are you?"
"Ah, i'm simon." He offers a hand with spatches of dried paint, "Pleased to meet you."
They take off their helm. Their skin is like any human's skin but their eyes are pure white that glow slightly. Their long white hair is tied in a ponytail behind them. They huff and shake simon's hand "Im Tisvan" they said.
"Well nice to meet you Tisvan. Your eyes are rather interesting, they'll draw viewers to your face very easily." He grins
"I would rather you not draw me...." they said and looked down
*Isaac, and pretty much anyone you'd like. not set on anyone just yet*
(I'll go with Isaac)
(Or not)
*Isaacs upstairs in xan's room, sorry lol. Tho you can still go to them, anyone else you want to do?*
(It's all good. What other characters do you have?)
*So my psycho character may come in sometime today, but i got azazel, aovin, vega, nethkar, gizmo, simon*
(How about Azazel?)
*Sure!*
Azazel is eating a goat. Like, mostly cooked, but its still a goat
"Why are you eating a goat?"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*Isaac, and pretty much anyone you'd like. not set on anyone just yet*
(I'll go with Isaac)
(Or not)
*Isaacs upstairs in xan's room, sorry lol. Tho you can still go to them, anyone else you want to do?*
(It's all good. What other characters do you have?)
*So my psycho character may come in sometime today, but i got azazel, aovin, vega, nethkar, gizmo, simon*
(How about Azazel?)
*Sure!*
Azazel is eating a goat. Like, mostly cooked, but its still a goat
"Why are you eating a goat?"
"Cause it tastes good. Want some?" He offers a leg
"No thanks"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
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*Isaacs upstairs in xan's room, sorry lol. Tho you can still go to them, anyone else you want to do?*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
(It's all good. What other characters do you have?)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*So my psycho character may come in sometime today, but i got azazel, aovin, vega, nethkar, gizmo, simon*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"mm." he mumblres, leaning against them
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Xan hums slightly and pats his head
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
The clanking of plate armor sounds the air like the ringing of bells. The door is opened by a metal gauntlet as a figure, standing 6'5, walks in. They wear full iron plate armor etched with intricate designs of vicious battles between angels and devils. On his arm is a thick shield almost as big as them, it is made of iron. Wrapped around their shoulder, connected to a strap, is a sheathed sword with a hilt created to look like a shield. On their hip, is an iron chain whip that radiates abjuration magic. Their helm blocks any sort of sight from their face and its a wonder how they can even see out of it.
They walk over to the corner of the room and sits down on the sofa. They pull out their sword and begin to sharpen it, sparks flying off the metal as they do.
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
Simon looks up at the figure, stares for a moment, then starts sketching
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Th figure turns their helmed face towards Simon, stopping what they ae doing, as if they were staring
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
He gives a slight wave in response, focusing on his sketching
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
(How about Azazel?)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
They walk over and stare down at them "Who.... are you?"
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
*Sure!*
Azazel is eating a goat. Like, mostly cooked, but its still a goat
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Ah, i'm simon." He offers a hand with spatches of dried paint, "Pleased to meet you."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
They take off their helm. Their skin is like any human's skin but their eyes are pure white that glow slightly. Their long white hair is tied in a ponytail behind them. They huff and shake simon's hand "Im Tisvan" they said.
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
"Well nice to meet you Tisvan. Your eyes are rather interesting, they'll draw viewers to your face very easily." He grins
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"I would rather you not draw me...." they said and looked down
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
"Hm, but you look very good. Artistic."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Why are you eating a goat?"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"Cause it tastes good. Want some?" He offers a leg
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"No thanks"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover