*Welp its just me and overkill (btw, if ya want we could also do stuff on end of world, since i still got character there :D)*
A male lizardfolk enters the tavern, wearing a leather vest and black loose pants over their green scaly hide. Their tale flicks side to side sharply as they look around this new environment. His eyes are a reptilian yellow, and small horns poke up towards the back of their head, along with what look like folded down frills. Around their neck is a cord necklace with a number of teeth hanging on it. They carry a bag over one shoulder aswell
*I like him already. And sorry, but it gets hard sometimes to pay attention to two threads at once.*
Calhik gives the lizardfolk and acknowledging nod in their direction.
*Desc. in spoiler.*
A 6'8 tabaxi. His slightly medium-length fur is a very shiny silver, with black speckles in patches on random areas throughout, and some deep green eyes. He wears a very strong-looking chain shirt, and some cloth trousers tied off at the knees, as well as about five stones each on idividual strings around his body, one on a wrist, one as a necklace, etc. There are multiple weapons around his body as well, a scimitar sheathed on his waist, a double-bladed scimitar strapped to his back, a whip curled on the other side of his waist, and a retractable javelin on his thigh.
*I love the scaled races. Dragonborn, lizardfolk, kobolds, all of them are great :D. And thats ok! I understand having trouble keeping up with both of them*
The lizardfolk gives a toothy grin and returns the nod, "You seem to have thing for blades." he says. He himself does not appear to have a weapon at the moment
*Welp its just me and overkill (btw, if ya want we could also do stuff on end of world, since i still got character there :D)*
A male lizardfolk enters the tavern, wearing a leather vest and black loose pants over their green scaly hide. Their tale flicks side to side sharply as they look around this new environment. His eyes are a reptilian yellow, and small horns poke up towards the back of their head, along with what look like folded down frills. Around their neck is a cord necklace with a number of teeth hanging on it. They carry a bag over one shoulder aswell
T-I greets them. "Whom might you be?"
*Had to rush the description cause i needed to walk, i'll add a bit more to it*
On top of their head appears to be a mask made from the skull of some other creature, and they wear a belt with small vials looped into it
"Hello. This one is Versel," They say with a bow
"Throden-Irhtos." The fellow lizardfolk replies
*Fun fact: Throden-Irhtos means Many (Throden) and Irhtos (Secrets) in lizardfolk, which Versel would know*
"Ah, i see," He says
*Versel has a meaning. I have forgotten it however ;-;*
(Now, I not saying this as an order, but advice. You should enjoy what life you have. Now things like us may be semi immortal, but people you care about may not be.)
"Where?"
I didn't take it as such, I am not your angel yet... maybe. I'm still deciding between you and kinsley
"Nowhere"
(I know, it's just that you respond to certain authority in ways I'm not used to)
"Ah, got it. Um... Want to go and get a drink inside?"
Um... May you please elaborate? I want to understand my flaws so I might better myself
"....we are unable to drink, water is fine though"
(Well, you're a kind being, but you try to hard to please. Now, while that's not a bad thing, it seems like it causes you to fear the occasional mess up or mistake.)
“Okay.” They reply, motioning then inside.
(understood. I… my current existence is meant to help others, and I doubt I am doing enough… which can cause problems)
The clones folow him, one after another after another after another after another
its alright Raphael, its not a bad trait to have.
"So... is there any distinction between all of you."
Naturally. I just... I need to listen to people when they say to calm down.
"No. We are one and the same, just many bodies amognst the mind."
Exactly. If you want it, i could try and help calm you, or show up, not sure how much that second option would help though
A man walks into the tavern. He wears a grey button down shirt with a business vest on top. The sleeves are rolled up to the elbows. He wears a black mask that conceals all but his blonde hair and red eyes. At his belt there hangs a small jar about the size of his hands, which wear tight rubber gloves. He has a tall, lean figure, but he has a slight slouch. Just his presence deals out a small feeling of fear and death, wedged into the back of your brain. When he walks forth his boots make almost no sound, and as he sits down at the bar he looks around, stretching and rolling his neck as if to snap it, it looks almost puppet-like. He puts two fingers to his forehead and closes his eyes “Hmmm. I suppose I’ll have a beer.” He snaps twice and holds his hand out. There is a large, stitched up scar on his arm. You can’t tell how far it stretches up. Just another addition to his lethal aura.
A man walks into the tavern. He wears a grey button down shirt with a business vest on top. The sleeves are rolled up to the elbows. He wears a black mask that conceals all but his blonde hair and red eyes. At his belt there hangs a small jar about the size of his hands, which wear tight rubber gloves. He has a tall, lean figure, but he has a slight slouch. Just his presence deals out a small feeling of fear and death, wedged into the back of your brain. When he walks forth his boots make almost no sound, and as he sits down at the bar he looks around, stretching and rolling his neck as if to snap it, it looks almost puppet-like. He puts two fingers to his forehead and closes his eyes “Hmmm. I suppose I’ll have a beer.” He snaps twice and holds his hand out. There is a large, stitched up scar on his arm. You can’t tell how far it stretches up. Just another addition to his lethal aura.
Versel, who's lizard brain is telling him to run, but his intelligent brain is saying its fine, walks over to the man, "Greetings to you,"
A man walks into the tavern. He wears a grey button down shirt with a business vest on top. The sleeves are rolled up to the elbows. He wears a black mask that conceals all but his blonde hair and red eyes. At his belt there hangs a small jar about the size of his hands, which wear tight rubber gloves. He has a tall, lean figure, but he has a slight slouch. Just his presence deals out a small feeling of fear and death, wedged into the back of your brain. When he walks forth his boots make almost no sound, and as he sits down at the bar he looks around, stretching and rolling his neck as if to snap it, it looks almost puppet-like. He puts two fingers to his forehead and closes his eyes “Hmmm. I suppose I’ll have a beer.” He snaps twice and holds his hand out. There is a large, stitched up scar on his arm. You can’t tell how far it stretches up. Just another addition to his lethal aura.
Versel, who's lizard brain is telling him to run, but his intelligent brain is saying its fine, walks over to the man, "Greetings to you,"
“Hummmmm. And who might you be? Sorry. Nice to meet you.” He opens his eyes and holds out a gloved hand to shake.
A man walks into the tavern. He wears a grey button down shirt with a business vest on top. The sleeves are rolled up to the elbows. He wears a black mask that conceals all but his blonde hair and red eyes. At his belt there hangs a small jar about the size of his hands, which wear tight rubber gloves. He has a tall, lean figure, but he has a slight slouch. Just his presence deals out a small feeling of fear and death, wedged into the back of your brain. When he walks forth his boots make almost no sound, and as he sits down at the bar he looks around, stretching and rolling his neck as if to snap it, it looks almost puppet-like. He puts two fingers to his forehead and closes his eyes “Hmmm. I suppose I’ll have a beer.” He snaps twice and holds his hand out. There is a large, stitched up scar on his arm. You can’t tell how far it stretches up. Just another addition to his lethal aura.
Versel, who's lizard brain is telling him to run, but his intelligent brain is saying its fine, walks over to the man, "Greetings to you,"
“Hummmmm. And who might you be? Sorry. Nice to meet you.” He opens his eyes and holds out a gloved hand to shake.
Versel (Male lizardfolk), hesistantly takes his hand
A man walks into the tavern. He wears a grey button down shirt with a business vest on top. The sleeves are rolled up to the elbows. He wears a black mask that conceals all but his blonde hair and red eyes. At his belt there hangs a small jar about the size of his hands, which wear tight rubber gloves. He has a tall, lean figure, but he has a slight slouch. Just his presence deals out a small feeling of fear and death, wedged into the back of your brain. When he walks forth his boots make almost no sound, and as he sits down at the bar he looks around, stretching and rolling his neck as if to snap it, it looks almost puppet-like. He puts two fingers to his forehead and closes his eyes “Hmmm. I suppose I’ll have a beer.” He snaps twice and holds his hand out. There is a large, stitched up scar on his arm. You can’t tell how far it stretches up. Just another addition to his lethal aura.
Versel, who's lizard brain is telling him to run, but his intelligent brain is saying its fine, walks over to the man, "Greetings to you,"
“Hummmmm. And who might you be? Sorry. Nice to meet you.” He opens his eyes and holds out a gloved hand to shake.
Versel (Male lizardfolk), hesistantly takes his hand
“Uh…sorry…is it the eyes? I know, I know.” He reaches into his jar and pulls out two black, human eyes. “Would these do better?” He holds them up in front of his eyes.
A man walks into the tavern. He wears a grey button down shirt with a business vest on top. The sleeves are rolled up to the elbows. He wears a black mask that conceals all but his blonde hair and red eyes. At his belt there hangs a small jar about the size of his hands, which wear tight rubber gloves. He has a tall, lean figure, but he has a slight slouch. Just his presence deals out a small feeling of fear and death, wedged into the back of your brain. When he walks forth his boots make almost no sound, and as he sits down at the bar he looks around, stretching and rolling his neck as if to snap it, it looks almost puppet-like. He puts two fingers to his forehead and closes his eyes “Hmmm. I suppose I’ll have a beer.” He snaps twice and holds his hand out. There is a large, stitched up scar on his arm. You can’t tell how far it stretches up. Just another addition to his lethal aura.
Versel, who's lizard brain is telling him to run, but his intelligent brain is saying its fine, walks over to the man, "Greetings to you,"
“Hummmmm. And who might you be? Sorry. Nice to meet you.” He opens his eyes and holds out a gloved hand to shake.
Versel (Male lizardfolk), hesistantly takes his hand
“Uh…sorry…is it the eyes? I know, I know.” He reaches into his jar and pulls out two black, human eyes. “Would these do better?” He holds them up in front of his eyes.
"Okay... Um... I found some."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Got to go*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*alright, headin' out for today, see ya tomorrow!*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
(Hello)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Fake it 'til you make it
Mask on, never take it off
Wear it 'til wearing it feels natural
Whatever I tell myself it's not true
*I love the scaled races. Dragonborn, lizardfolk, kobolds, all of them are great :D. And thats ok! I understand having trouble keeping up with both of them*
The lizardfolk gives a toothy grin and returns the nod, "You seem to have thing for blades." he says. He himself does not appear to have a weapon at the moment
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 see," He says
*Versel has a meaning. I have forgotten it however ;-;*
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. We are one and the same, just many bodies amognst the mind."
Exactly. If you want it, i could try and help calm you, or show up, not sure how much that second option would help though
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
*Welp, i'm alone again*
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 can rp after crew*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Crew? Well, i responded to stuff, so whenever you're ready :D*
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
*rowing/crew. I should be done in two hours*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
A man walks into the tavern. He wears a grey button down shirt with a business vest on top. The sleeves are rolled up to the elbows. He wears a black mask that conceals all but his blonde hair and red eyes. At his belt there hangs a small jar about the size of his hands, which wear tight rubber gloves. He has a tall, lean figure, but he has a slight slouch. Just his presence deals out a small feeling of fear and death, wedged into the back of your brain. When he walks forth his boots make almost no sound, and as he sits down at the bar he looks around, stretching and rolling his neck as if to snap it, it looks almost puppet-like. He puts two fingers to his forehead and closes his eyes “Hmmm. I suppose I’ll have a beer.” He snaps twice and holds his hand out. There is a large, stitched up scar on his arm. You can’t tell how far it stretches up. Just another addition to his lethal aura.
Back in black baby
*oooof, but thats fine lol, i should be home by then*
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
Versel, who's lizard brain is telling him to run, but his intelligent brain is saying its fine, walks over to the man, "Greetings to 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
“Hummmmm. And who might you be? Sorry. Nice to meet you.” He opens his eyes and holds out a gloved hand to shake.
Back in black baby
Versel (Male lizardfolk), hesistantly takes his hand
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
*brb*
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
“Uh…sorry…is it the eyes? I know, I know.” He reaches into his jar and pulls out two black, human eyes. “Would these do better?” He holds them up in front of his eyes.
Back in black baby
*I gtg sorry I wasn’t on for long*
Back in black baby
"You is offering snack, or is you change eyes?"
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