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(Morning)

 *Hullo*

 (How are you)

 *Building a Planet with a few friends. Making a whole thing about it*

 (Fun. What characters do you have?)

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(Morning)

 *Hullo*

 (How are you)

 *Building a Planet with a few friends. Making a whole thing about it*

 (Fun. What characters do you have?)

The Brand is in a dusty, abandoned shed outside someone’s forgotten home, tending to the injury he got from fighting. It made his skin crawl as he gently applied salve to the wound and watched as the tendons, muscles, and skin reformed. He still felt the sting from where it hit him, like the blade was still in his new formed flesh somehow.

He took off his mask and dropped it on the floor. His inky black skin pulsed from hidden veins as he slowly leaned downwards as his dead white eyes with no pupils stared at the floor. He began to mutter to himself in infernal.

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Kelipso rolled over in bed, the bruises over his body flamed in pain as he moved. He hadn’t been beaten like this in… forever. He sat up slowly, wincing as his muscles ached from the tissue under the skin they had not healed yet. He put his index finger and his middle finger over the bridge of his nose and gently pressed it. Yep… it was broken. He winced, gritting his sharp teeth, in pain.

He slowly got out of bed and trudged over to his closet. He grabbed a simple turtle-neck tank-top, a beige sweater, and a simple pair of leggings. He made sure to cover each bruise over his body however the black eye and his broken nose were another story he had to deal with.

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A Asian-heritage human walks into the tavern. They have olive-hued skin, black hair that is cut neatly and kept short, and bright green eyes, like the color of leaves. They wears a form-fitting kimono set with grey scale-like fabric to allow it to be armor almost without restricting movement and a long cardigan made from soft beige wool. His hands are wrapped in thick gauze. They carry a quarterstaff made from silver wood that is etched with intricate carvings of vines and leaves. By his side is a beast that resembles a horse mixed with a dragon. Its scales are pearly white and shine like jewels. Its long horns are sharpened to a point. 

The man walks over to the back and lays down on the couch, staring at the floor, meditating. 

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"what! It's probably the best thing I've ever had"

 "I don't know if i should take that as a compliment or not"

 "It's a compliment $

 "Well then thank you."

 "If you ever need my blood, you don't need to ask" timber says, tilting their neck so that you can easily grab and suck blood from it, if you were a vampire of course 

 "I'm not a vamp hun,"

 "You can still drink blood, try it, it tastes good" timber pulls Avery's mouth to his neck

 He laughs and pulls away, "No, its coppery!" He says, smiling

 "Trust me, you like it" timber says, pushing Avery's mouth to his neck, just take a quick bite

*If you want, Avery could have some vamparic traits from timber, being able to drink blood if he wants to, but he doesn't need it to sustain himself*

 He sighs and nips their neck

*Maybe lol, he's probably semi immune due to story reasons i haven't revealed*

 The blood tastes surprisingly good "see? It tastes good, take some, I already took some of yours" 

 He rolls his eyes and takes a small mouthful, swallowing, "Still feels like blood though," He smiles

 "What do you want to do today" timber says, waiting if Avery wants more 

 "Hmm, i didn't really have plans due to you getting turned."

 "Well I can't go outside, can't go swimming, can't go shopping "

 "Uhhhh, we could play checkers or something. Have you told your twin yet?"

 "Yes, were twins, mental connection, remember?_

 "Thats actually a thing?"

 "No, I have a sending stone stupid"

 Avery facepalms

 Timber laughs 

 "Look, my memory aint always the best"

 "Do you even remember her name?"

 *Me out of character is blanking, i'm so sorry qwq*

"Of course i do." He nods with the confidence of someone who either knows her name, or is a moron

 *Willow*

"Her name is willow dummy?"

 *oh gods i was gonna say scarlet lmao.*

He blank faces, "I totally knew that and didn't forget at all."

 "Yeah right, what's my mom's name?"

 "YOu never told me your mother's name. Like i've never told you mine, and friend's never told us theirs"

 "Moon, also, hats your mom's name?"

 "Thats a nice name." He thinks for a second, "I don't know her name."

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(Morning)

 *Hullo*

 (How are you)

 *Building a Planet with a few friends. Making a whole thing about it*

 (Fun. What characters do you have?)

 

The Brand is in a dusty, abandoned shed outside someone’s forgotten home, tending to the injury he got from fighting. It made his skin crawl as he gently applied salve to the wound and watched as the tendons, muscles, and skin reformed. He still felt the sting from where it hit him, like the blade was still in his new formed flesh somehow.

He took off his mask and dropped it on the floor. His inky black skin pulsed from hidden veins as he slowly leaned downwards as his dead white eyes with no pupils stared at the floor. He began to mutter to himself in infernal.

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Kelipso rolled over in bed, the bruises over his body flamed in pain as he moved. He hadn’t been beaten like this in… forever. He sat up slowly, wincing as his muscles ached from the tissue under the skin they had not healed yet. He put his index finger and his middle finger over the bridge of his nose and gently pressed it. Yep… it was broken. He winced, gritting his sharp teeth, in pain.

He slowly got out of bed and trudged over to his closet. He grabbed a simple turtle-neck tank-top, a beige sweater, and a simple pair of leggings. He made sure to cover each bruise over his body however the black eye and his broken nose were another story he had to deal with.

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A Asian-heritage human walks into the tavern. They have olive-hued skin, black hair that is cut neatly and kept short, and bright green eyes, like the color of leaves. They wears a form-fitting kimono set with grey scale-like fabric to allow it to be armor almost without restricting movement and a long cardigan made from soft beige wool. His hands are wrapped in thick gauze. They carry a quarterstaff made from silver wood that is etched with intricate carvings of vines and leaves. By his side is a beast that resembles a horse mixed with a dragon. Its scales are pearly white and shine like jewels. Its long horns are sharpened to a point. 

The man walks over to the back and lays down on the couch, staring at the floor, meditating. 

 Theres a small knock at kelipso's door