A young human walks into the village, a tan leather backpack sling over one shoulder. He stands at around 5'9, with dirty blonde hair that hadn't been brushed, pale skin, and a pair of green eyes laced with a deep crimson that peer past his bangs. His outfit is a set of simple clothes, tunic, jeans, and traveling shoes. As he walks, he seems to be arguing with nothing,
(Also, truesight doesn't reveal much but those who can detect alignment or creature type get the distinct aura of a fiend from this guy)
Jebidiah walks towards him. "Howdy, Fiend. What brings you here?"
The man flinches slightly before letting out a quick nervous laugh, "I'm not dure what you mean by that"
A young human walks into the village, a tan leather backpack sling over one shoulder. He stands at around 5'9, with dirty blonde hair that hadn't been brushed, pale skin, and a pair of green eyes laced with a deep crimson that peer past his bangs. His outfit is a set of simple clothes, tunic, jeans, and traveling shoes. As he walks, he seems to be arguing with nothing,
(Also, truesight doesn't reveal much but those who can detect alignment or creature type get the distinct aura of a fiend from this guy)
Jebidiah walks towards him. "Howdy, Fiend. What brings you here?"
The man flinches slightly before letting out a quick nervous laugh, "I'm not sure what you mean by that"
"No need to be all nervous, partner! I just tend to know a fiend when I see one. What's your name?"
A young human walks into the village, a tan leather backpack sling over one shoulder. He stands at around 5'9, with dirty blonde hair that hadn't been brushed, pale skin, and a pair of green eyes laced with a deep crimson that peer past his bangs. His outfit is a set of simple clothes, tunic, jeans, and traveling shoes. As he walks, he seems to be arguing with nothing,
(Also, truesight doesn't reveal much but those who can detect alignment or creature type get the distinct aura of a fiend from this guy)
*SHAKES YOU AND THEN HUGS YOU.*
Isaac looks over and tilts his head,.His own demon, Venedigo, staring at the guy.
*HELLO :D*
Something seems to watch them for a moment, before the boy looks over aswell, tilting his head curiously
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
A young human walks into the village, a tan leather backpack sling over one shoulder. He stands at around 5'9, with dirty blonde hair that hadn't been brushed, pale skin, and a pair of green eyes laced with a deep crimson that peer past his bangs. His outfit is a set of simple clothes, tunic, jeans, and traveling shoes. As he walks, he seems to be arguing with nothing,
(Also, truesight doesn't reveal much but those who can detect alignment or creature type get the distinct aura of a fiend from this guy)
Jebidiah walks towards him. "Howdy, Fiend. What brings you here?"
The man flinches slightly before letting out a quick nervous laugh, "I'm not sure what you mean by that"
"No need to be all nervous, partner! I just tend to know a fiend when I see one. What's your name?"
"Um... Asher. And you've got me wrong, human born and raised on my end." He says
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
He pulls up the back of his shirt to show two wing tattoos.
Sivram makes a noise. "Mmm." He traces a line from the bottom of one of the wings to the top of Theren's back. "Interesting."
Theren shivers a bit. "Yeah i guess."
Sivram continues tracing it. "Hmm. What benefits do they give?"
"Flight from time to time."
"Very useful..." He leans back. "Are you cold? You seem to be shivering." The area around the altar noticeably warms a bit.
"Nah, just your hands are a bit cold mate." he says with a grin. "I do have one last one." he says, lowering his shirt and rolling up his left sleeve all the way. From his wrist to his shoulder is a flame design.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He pulls up the back of his shirt to show two wing tattoos.
Sivram makes a noise. "Mmm." He traces a line from the bottom of one of the wings to the top of Theren's back. "Interesting."
Theren shivers a bit. "Yeah i guess."
Sivram continues tracing it. "Hmm. What benefits do they give?"
"Flight from time to time."
"Very useful..." He leans back. "Are you cold? You seem to be shivering." The area around the altar noticeably warms a bit.
"Nah, just your hands are a bit cold mate." he says with a grin. "I do have one last one." he says, lowering his shirt and rolling up his left sleeve all the way. From his wrist to his shoulder is a flame design.
Sivram frowns. "Fire. I can guess at what this tattoo does."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
A young human walks into the village, a tan leather backpack sling over one shoulder. He stands at around 5'9, with dirty blonde hair that hadn't been brushed, pale skin, and a pair of green eyes laced with a deep crimson that peer past his bangs. His outfit is a set of simple clothes, tunic, jeans, and traveling shoes. As he walks, he seems to be arguing with nothing,
(Also, truesight doesn't reveal much but those who can detect alignment or creature type get the distinct aura of a fiend from this guy)
*SHAKES YOU AND THEN HUGS YOU.*
Isaac looks over and tilts his head,.His own demon, Venedigo, staring at the guy.
*HELLO :D*
Something seems to watch them for a moment, before the boy looks over aswell, tilting his head curiously
A young human walks into the village, a tan leather backpack sling over one shoulder. He stands at around 5'9, with dirty blonde hair that hadn't been brushed, pale skin, and a pair of green eyes laced with a deep crimson that peer past his bangs. His outfit is a set of simple clothes, tunic, jeans, and traveling shoes. As he walks, he seems to be arguing with nothing,
(Also, truesight doesn't reveal much but those who can detect alignment or creature type get the distinct aura of a fiend from this guy)
Kyes watches curiously from a rooftop before hopping over, "Hello, you doing okay? Or are you on call with someone."
"Oh, hello. Just... talking to myself." He says
"About?" Kyes tilts their head, "Where you headed?"
He pulls up the back of his shirt to show two wing tattoos.
Sivram makes a noise. "Mmm." He traces a line from the bottom of one of the wings to the top of Theren's back. "Interesting."
Theren shivers a bit. "Yeah i guess."
Sivram continues tracing it. "Hmm. What benefits do they give?"
"Flight from time to time."
"Very useful..." He leans back. "Are you cold? You seem to be shivering." The area around the altar noticeably warms a bit.
"Nah, just your hands are a bit cold mate." he says with a grin. "I do have one last one." he says, lowering his shirt and rolling up his left sleeve all the way. From his wrist to his shoulder is a flame design.
Sivram frowns. "Fire. I can guess at what this tattoo does."
He nods, lowering the sleeve. "I take it you dont like the tattoo."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Raphael walks over to sushi, sitting down. "So, how did it go? The recruitment and everything?"
"With Tristan?" Sushi shrugs, "I'd say it went fine, he'll probably be allowed into the main guild depending on how he handles himself in a heist. We'll send him on a mission soon. You can join him if you want?"
“I do not think so. I am busy enough with the new church of Helios, and whatnot. Just thought it might the Guild in some way.”
"Benefit? Hinder? Might the guild is missing a word bud."
"Benefit."
*Darn typos*
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Theren shivers a bit. "Yeah i guess."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The man flinches slightly before letting out a quick nervous laugh, "I'm not dure what you mean by that"
"No need to be all nervous, partner! I just tend to know a fiend when I see one. What's your name?"
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
"Thats odd..." He said and shrugged.
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
*HELLO :D*
Something seems to watch them for a moment, before the boy looks over aswell, tilting his head curiously
Sivram continues tracing it. "Hmm. What benefits do they give?"
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(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Um... Asher. And you've got me wrong, human born and raised on my end." He says
"How so?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Flight from time to time."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*ALARIC!!! -tackles while screaming- *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Very useful..." He leans back. "Are you cold? You seem to be shivering." The area around the altar noticeably warms a bit.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Nah, just your hands are a bit cold mate." he says with a grin. "I do have one last one." he says, lowering his shirt and rolling up his left sleeve all the way. From his wrist to his shoulder is a flame design.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Sivram frowns. "Fire. I can guess at what this tattoo does."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Isaac waves, smiling beneath his mask.
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
"About?" Kyes tilts their head, "Where you headed?"
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He nods, lowering the sleeve. "I take it you dont like the tattoo."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Benefit."
*Darn typos*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*AHHHHHHH -ROLLS DOWN HILL-*
*THEREN!!!*
*TWO PEOPLE! jumps out of bushes and joins the rolling*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*WEEEEEEEEEEEE! how ya doin buddy? -bumpity bump down down down- *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.