*In the process of my ranting rage to my therapist, she asked me what I do to calm down. I told her make characters. Now I am here, making an irritable undead chef named Jefferson and his team of flesh golems who own a restaurant dubbed "Hell's Kitchen"*
*In the process of my ranting rage to my therapist, she asked me what I do to calm down. I told her make characters. Now I am here, making an irritable undead chef named Jefferson and his team of flesh golems who own a restaurant dubbed "Hell's Kitchen"*
*In the process of my ranting rage to my therapist, she asked me what I do to calm down. I told her make characters. Now I am here, making an irritable undead chef named Jefferson and his team of flesh golems who own a restaurant dubbed "Hell's Kitchen"*
*first off I absolutely love it*
*secondly oh my goodness I just read the stuff earlier on the page and that’s genuinely terrible that happened to you, I’m glad you’re doing something that’ll hopefully help you calm down.*
*In the process of my ranting rage to my therapist, she asked me what I do to calm down. I told her make characters. Now I am here, making an irritable undead chef named Jefferson and his team of flesh golems who own a restaurant dubbed "Hell's Kitchen"*
The infamous "Hell's Kitchen" establishment is situated on the very edge of Limbo and Purgatory, two of the most mysterious and controversial realms in existence. Despite its location in these otherworldly territories, it is accessible and can be found on the material plane, catering to all those daring enough to step inside.
The building itself exudes an air of sophistication and elegance, with its black brick walls expertly lined with gold mortar. Large bay windows allow for a glimpse of the outside world, while an open floor plan welcomes guests in with open arms. The lighting is set low, creating an intimate atmosphere that is perfect for enjoying a meal or a drink with friends.
A well-stocked bar on one side of the establishment offers a vast selection of beverages, from exotic cocktails to aged whiskey. The furniture is an ode to the 1900s, with its intricate designs and dark wood, giving the space an old-world charm that is hard to resist. Whether you are a fan of history, architecture, or simply enjoy a good time, "Hell's Kitchen" is the perfect destination for you.
The owner and head chef of "Hell's Kitchen" goes by the name of Mark Jefferson. However, there is no historical record of a person by that name. It is believed that Mark Jefferson and "Hell's Kitchen" are the same entity. While it may be assumed that Mark is the person and the building is a physical manifestation of him, the truth is the opposite. The building is Mark, and his physical body is merely a manifestation of himself. It is a mysterious and intriguing phenomenon that continues to baffle those who encounter it.
Nestled among the shops in town, there stands a striking black brick building that never fails to catch the eye. The walls of the building are adorned with gold mortar, providing a unique contrast that sets it apart from the surrounding buildings. The grandeur of the building is further enhanced by the large bay windows that allow those inside to enjoy the view of the bustling street outside, while the tinted glass ensures privacy.
As a man dressed in a chef's jacket and apron scurries out from the alleyway, looking fearful, the sound of angry shouting fills the air. A distinctly British voice booms, "AND DON'T BLOODY COME BACK UNTIL YOU CAN MAKE A DECENT BLUEBERRY AND BLACKBERRY COULIS!" The voice echoes through the street, rattling the windows and stopping passersby in their tracks.
On the delivery deck by the trash cans, a broad-shouldered man stands, dressed head to toe in black clothing. His attire includes an apron, pants, boots, and gloves, all of which are immaculately clean and well-tailored, giving him a commanding presence. However, it's the golden mask that covers his face that truly makes him stand out. The skull-shaped mask glimmers in the sunlight, and its intricate details hint at the mysterious figure behind it. He folds his arms over his board chest, grumbling to himself about 'incompetent cooks'.
Theren is sitting in his room with his knees up to his chest.
Phoenix is outside trying to smoke.
Nick is sitting on the roof looking gloomy.
Lore sits beside him, hugging him.
Nestled among the shops in town, there stands a striking black brick building that never fails to catch the eye. The walls of the building are adorned with gold mortar, providing a unique contrast that sets it apart from the surrounding buildings. The grandeur of the building is further enhanced by the large bay windows that allow those inside to enjoy the view of the bustling street outside, while the tinted glass ensures privacy.
As a man dressed in a chef's jacket and apron scurries out from the alleyway, looking fearful, the sound of angry shouting fills the air. A distinctly British voice booms, "AND DON'T BLOODY COME BACK UNTIL YOU CAN MAKE A DECENT BLUEBERRY AND BLACKBERRY COULIS!" The voice echoes through the street, rattling the windows and stopping passersby in their tracks.
On the delivery deck by the trash cans, a broad-shouldered man stands, dressed head to toe in black clothing. His attire includes an apron, pants, boots, and gloves, all of which are immaculately clean and well-tailored, giving him a commanding presence. However, it's the golden mask that covers his face that truly makes him stand out. The skull-shaped mask glimmers in the sunlight, and its intricate details hint at the mysterious figure behind it. He folds his arms over his board chest, grumbling to himself about 'incompetent cooks'.
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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
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(...Fair enough)
Life's amusing and it knows
*You're doing great, sweetie!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*first off I absolutely love it*
*secondly oh my goodness I just read the stuff earlier on the page and that’s genuinely terrible that happened to you, I’m glad you’re doing something that’ll hopefully help you calm down.*
*I am going to intro him tomorrow once I write a backstory.*
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
(are you doing better?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*I relate. I hope it helped you feel better*
*alrighty. How are you feeling? Need someone murdered?*
(you want to rp Alaric?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*haha, I need hugs.*
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
*yaaay*
*A bit of backstory.*
The infamous "Hell's Kitchen" establishment is situated on the very edge of Limbo and Purgatory, two of the most mysterious and controversial realms in existence. Despite its location in these otherworldly territories, it is accessible and can be found on the material plane, catering to all those daring enough to step inside.
The building itself exudes an air of sophistication and elegance, with its black brick walls expertly lined with gold mortar. Large bay windows allow for a glimpse of the outside world, while an open floor plan welcomes guests in with open arms. The lighting is set low, creating an intimate atmosphere that is perfect for enjoying a meal or a drink with friends.
A well-stocked bar on one side of the establishment offers a vast selection of beverages, from exotic cocktails to aged whiskey. The furniture is an ode to the 1900s, with its intricate designs and dark wood, giving the space an old-world charm that is hard to resist. Whether you are a fan of history, architecture, or simply enjoy a good time, "Hell's Kitchen" is the perfect destination for you.
The owner and head chef of "Hell's Kitchen" goes by the name of Mark Jefferson. However, there is no historical record of a person by that name. It is believed that Mark Jefferson and "Hell's Kitchen" are the same entity. While it may be assumed that Mark is the person and the building is a physical manifestation of him, the truth is the opposite. The building is Mark, and his physical body is merely a manifestation of himself. It is a mysterious and intriguing phenomenon that continues to baffle those who encounter it.
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
(hugs)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Wassup gents how is everyone?*
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
(not great. you?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Worried I'm going to mess up signing up for college classes again B)*
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
(oh no)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Gonna work on the intro for Jefferson.*
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
Nestled among the shops in town, there stands a striking black brick building that never fails to catch the eye. The walls of the building are adorned with gold mortar, providing a unique contrast that sets it apart from the surrounding buildings. The grandeur of the building is further enhanced by the large bay windows that allow those inside to enjoy the view of the bustling street outside, while the tinted glass ensures privacy.
As a man dressed in a chef's jacket and apron scurries out from the alleyway, looking fearful, the sound of angry shouting fills the air. A distinctly British voice booms, "AND DON'T BLOODY COME BACK UNTIL YOU CAN MAKE A DECENT BLUEBERRY AND BLACKBERRY COULIS!" The voice echoes through the street, rattling the windows and stopping passersby in their tracks.
On the delivery deck by the trash cans, a broad-shouldered man stands, dressed head to toe in black clothing. His attire includes an apron, pants, boots, and gloves, all of which are immaculately clean and well-tailored, giving him a commanding presence. However, it's the golden mask that covers his face that truly makes him stand out. The skull-shaped mask glimmers in the sunlight, and its intricate details hint at the mysterious figure behind it. He folds his arms over his board chest, grumbling to himself about 'incompetent cooks'.
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
*yaaay, I cried for like 4 hours last night :D*
Theren is sitting in his room with his knees up to his chest.
Phoenix is outside trying to smoke.
Nick is sitting on the roof looking gloomy.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Lore sits beside him, hugging him.
Nestled among the shops in town, there stands a striking black brick building that never fails to catch the eye. The walls of the building are adorned with gold mortar, providing a unique contrast that sets it apart from the surrounding buildings. The grandeur of the building is further enhanced by the large bay windows that allow those inside to enjoy the view of the bustling street outside, while the tinted glass ensures privacy.
As a man dressed in a chef's jacket and apron scurries out from the alleyway, looking fearful, the sound of angry shouting fills the air. A distinctly British voice booms, "AND DON'T BLOODY COME BACK UNTIL YOU CAN MAKE A DECENT BLUEBERRY AND BLACKBERRY COULIS!" The voice echoes through the street, rattling the windows and stopping passersby in their tracks.
On the delivery deck by the trash cans, a broad-shouldered man stands, dressed head to toe in black clothing. His attire includes an apron, pants, boots, and gloves, all of which are immaculately clean and well-tailored, giving him a commanding presence. However, it's the golden mask that covers his face that truly makes him stand out. The skull-shaped mask glimmers in the sunlight, and its intricate details hint at the mysterious figure behind it. He folds his arms over his board chest, grumbling to himself about 'incompetent cooks'.
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