Amphitrite is sitting on the rocks of the coastline, humming to herself as she brushes out her long white hair. Her pearly scales glint like diamonds, glittering.
Io is cleaning her katana, her long black hair tied back in a bun and pin up with silver hair sticks. The veins in her neck are more pronounced, the disease seeming to be rougher today.
There is a loud curse as a small young man riding on the back of a metallic dragon crashes into the beach nearby. "Dang it Festus!!!" Leo shouts, spitting sand out of his mouth
Amphitrite looks over, her scales becoming sharp as she gets startled. "Careful!" She hisses.
"Sorry ma'am! My dragon had a malfunction!" he says, brushing sand out of his curly hair.
She narrows her large black eyes. She walks over, helping him up.
"I kill big threats on a regular basis. I'm here and right now this is my main focus." he says, a snarl on his face.
Hearths eyes widen, clearly surprised.
Grove thanks them and walks off to figure things out.
"Sometimes the solution isn't to kill something because you want to. You are more dangerous as the monsters you hunt." Benimaru says, pushing on his already present anger.
He offers him a tomato, large and bright red.
"See ya!"
"Oh I know that much." The Hunter says with a sickly smile.
Hearth makes it levitate with a smile on his face.
Benimaru closes his eyes and shakes his head, smiling a bit "You're as much of a lost cause as me."
He gesture for them to take a bite, crushing up some pepper in a bowl.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Amphitrite is sitting on the rocks of the coastline, humming to herself as she brushes out her long white hair. Her pearly scales glint like diamonds, glittering.
Io is cleaning her katana, her long black hair tied back in a bun and pin up with silver hair sticks. The veins in her neck are more pronounced, the disease seeming to be rougher today.
There is a loud curse as a small young man riding on the back of a metallic dragon crashes into the beach nearby. "Dang it Festus!!!" Leo shouts, spitting sand out of his mouth
Amphitrite looks over, her scales becoming sharp as she gets startled. "Careful!" She hisses.
"Sorry ma'am! My dragon had a malfunction!" he says, brushing sand out of his curly hair.
She narrows her large black eyes. She walks over, helping him up.
"Thanks." he says, brushing sand off of his pants.
*How tall is she btw? Leos about 5'4"*
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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.
"I kill big threats on a regular basis. I'm here and right now this is my main focus." he says, a snarl on his face.
Hearths eyes widen, clearly surprised.
Grove thanks them and walks off to figure things out.
"Sometimes the solution isn't to kill something because you want to. You are more dangerous as the monsters you hunt." Benimaru says, pushing on his already present anger.
He offers him a tomato, large and bright red.
"See ya!"
"Oh I know that much." The Hunter says with a sickly smile.
Hearth makes it levitate with a smile on his face.
Benimaru closes his eyes and shakes his head, smiling a bit "You're as much of a lost cause as me."
He gesture for them to take a bite, crushing up some pepper in a bowl.
"I know that much." he says as the Nightwalker approaches them both, its arm is missing. "Ah goody...you challenge me."
He takes a small bite.
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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.
Amphitrite is sitting on the rocks of the coastline, humming to herself as she brushes out her long white hair. Her pearly scales glint like diamonds, glittering.
Io is cleaning her katana, her long black hair tied back in a bun and pin up with silver hair sticks. The veins in her neck are more pronounced, the disease seeming to be rougher today.
There is a loud curse as a small young man riding on the back of a metallic dragon crashes into the beach nearby. "Dang it Festus!!!" Leo shouts, spitting sand out of his mouth
Amphitrite looks over, her scales becoming sharp as she gets startled. "Careful!" She hisses.
"Sorry ma'am! My dragon had a malfunction!" he says, brushing sand out of his curly hair.
She narrows her large black eyes. She walks over, helping him up.
"Thanks." he says, brushing sand off of his pants.
*How tall is she btw? Leos about 5'4"*
*She is a whopping height of 6'8. She be a tall sea oracle.*
She nods, looking over at Fetus. "He might be hurt."
"I kill big threats on a regular basis. I'm here and right now this is my main focus." he says, a snarl on his face.
Hearths eyes widen, clearly surprised.
Grove thanks them and walks off to figure things out.
"Sometimes the solution isn't to kill something because you want to. You are more dangerous as the monsters you hunt." Benimaru says, pushing on his already present anger.
He offers him a tomato, large and bright red.
"See ya!"
"Oh I know that much." The Hunter says with a sickly smile.
Hearth makes it levitate with a smile on his face.
Benimaru closes his eyes and shakes his head, smiling a bit "You're as much of a lost cause as me."
He gesture for them to take a bite, crushing up some pepper in a bowl.
"I know that much." he says as the Nightwalker approaches them both, its arm is missing. "Ah goody...you challenge me."
He takes a small bite.
He leans against a nearby tree, his eyes glowing a bit to create flames that Illuminate the tips of the tree branches "Now let's see if you fight as big as you talk. I made it easier for you after all."
The best fruit they have ever tasted, and that's saying something because it's a tomato.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Amphitrite is sitting on the rocks of the coastline, humming to herself as she brushes out her long white hair. Her pearly scales glint like diamonds, glittering.
Io is cleaning her katana, her long black hair tied back in a bun and pin up with silver hair sticks. The veins in her neck are more pronounced, the disease seeming to be rougher today.
There is a loud curse as a small young man riding on the back of a metallic dragon crashes into the beach nearby. "Dang it Festus!!!" Leo shouts, spitting sand out of his mouth
Amphitrite looks over, her scales becoming sharp as she gets startled. "Careful!" She hisses.
"Sorry ma'am! My dragon had a malfunction!" he says, brushing sand out of his curly hair.
She narrows her large black eyes. She walks over, helping him up.
"Thanks." he says, brushing sand off of his pants.
*How tall is she btw? Leos about 5'4"*
*She is a whopping height of 6'8. She be a tall sea oracle.*
She nods, looking over at Fetus. "He might be hurt."
He looks up at her, blinking a few times before nodding. "O-oh yeah." he does a quick diagnosis check on Festus. "Broken capacitor...I just fixed that..." he mutters.
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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.
"I kill big threats on a regular basis. I'm here and right now this is my main focus." he says, a snarl on his face.
Hearths eyes widen, clearly surprised.
Grove thanks them and walks off to figure things out.
"Sometimes the solution isn't to kill something because you want to. You are more dangerous as the monsters you hunt." Benimaru says, pushing on his already present anger.
He offers him a tomato, large and bright red.
"See ya!"
"Oh I know that much." The Hunter says with a sickly smile.
Hearth makes it levitate with a smile on his face.
Benimaru closes his eyes and shakes his head, smiling a bit "You're as much of a lost cause as me."
He gesture for them to take a bite, crushing up some pepper in a bowl.
"I know that much." he says as the Nightwalker approaches them both, its arm is missing. "Ah goody...you challenge me."
He takes a small bite.
He leans against a nearby tree, his eyes glowing a bit to create flames that Illuminate the tips of the tree branches "Now let's see if you fight as big as you talk. I made it easier for you after all."
The best fruit they have ever tasted, and that's saying something because it's a tomato.
The Hunter spins his spear with one hand. "Oh, by the way, I'm partially blind. I'm always at a disadvantage." he says, moving quickly and jabbing his spear through the monsters neck.
"Wow....this is amazing..." he signs
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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.
Amphitrite is sitting on the rocks of the coastline, humming to herself as she brushes out her long white hair. Her pearly scales glint like diamonds, glittering.
Io is cleaning her katana, her long black hair tied back in a bun and pin up with silver hair sticks. The veins in her neck are more pronounced, the disease seeming to be rougher today.
There is a loud curse as a small young man riding on the back of a metallic dragon crashes into the beach nearby. "Dang it Festus!!!" Leo shouts, spitting sand out of his mouth
Amphitrite looks over, her scales becoming sharp as she gets startled. "Careful!" She hisses.
"Sorry ma'am! My dragon had a malfunction!" he says, brushing sand out of his curly hair.
She narrows her large black eyes. She walks over, helping him up.
"Thanks." he says, brushing sand off of his pants.
*How tall is she btw? Leos about 5'4"*
*She is a whopping height of 6'8. She be a tall sea oracle.*
She nods, looking over at Fetus. "He might be hurt."
*I know this isn't my rp but HOLY DOMMY MOMMY THAT IS INSANE! Anyway have a good one.*
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Thirteen is talking covertly into a sending stone, apparently having a rather agitated conversation.
Mauric is trying to steal eggs from a nesting chough.
Loriche is making decals for her armor.
Theren watches from his garden.
Nearby Leo is crafting a huge bronze claw, next to him is a huge bronze dragon that's deactivated.
Glaring at the rock, Thirteen shoves it into his satchel and leans back, fuming.
She walks over to Festus. “So you made this thing?”
"You alright Thirteen?"
Leo nods. "He was a pain in the butt to build but yeah. I did."
He sighs. “Yes. Impeccable.”
“So what all can he do?”
He stands, wiping dirt off of his hands. "Tell me what's wrong mate."
"He can fly, breathe fire, go into a stealth mode, turn into a very very heavy suitcase, and some other things."
“It’s just… frustrating. I still have no leads on the locations of the Others, but I know they’re still wreaking havoc. I just don’t know where to begin.”
Loriche looks very impressed. “Wow. I’ve never even done anything to do with automation.”
"The Others?"
"Thanks. It took a lot of blood, sweat, and tears."
“You know, the Others… I mean, technically I haven’t been referring to them as a group for most of the time, but you know… the shadowy eldritch creatures bound by chains of time and space. The vassals of Tharizdun.”
“Wait really? Is it like… powered by pain or something? Like a hammerer?”
"Never heard of them...then again I have been trying to live a peaceful life."
"Nah. Magic. Lots and lots of magic." he says patting the dragons head. "He's made from Celestial Bronze."
Thirteen looks a bit confused. “Really? I feel like I talk about them a lot… haven’t I told you my dramatic, dark backstory before?”
“Oh cool, what’s Celestial Bronze?”
"Nope."
"Godly metals. Found on Mount Olympus."
“Oh. Do you… do you want to hear it?”
She looks skeptical. “Godly? You’re telling me you got all of that from a god?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Amphitrite is sitting on the rocks of the coastline, humming to herself as she brushes out her long white hair. Her pearly scales glint like diamonds, glittering.
Io is cleaning her katana, her long black hair tied back in a bun and pin up with silver hair sticks. The veins in her neck are more pronounced, the disease seeming to be rougher today.
There is a loud curse as a small young man riding on the back of a metallic dragon crashes into the beach nearby. "Dang it Festus!!!" Leo shouts, spitting sand out of his mouth
Amphitrite looks over, her scales becoming sharp as she gets startled. "Careful!" She hisses.
"Sorry ma'am! My dragon had a malfunction!" he says, brushing sand out of his curly hair.
She narrows her large black eyes. She walks over, helping him up.
"Thanks." he says, brushing sand off of his pants.
*How tall is she btw? Leos about 5'4"*
*She is a whopping height of 6'8. She be a tall sea oracle.*
She nods, looking over at Fetus. "He might be hurt."
*I know this isn't my rp but HOLY DOMMY MOMMY THAT IS INSANE! Anyway have a good one.*
*Jester this is an intervention. You need to stop doing this.*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Thirteen is talking covertly into a sending stone, apparently having a rather agitated conversation.
Mauric is trying to steal eggs from a nesting chough.
Loriche is making decals for her armor.
Theren watches from his garden.
Nearby Leo is crafting a huge bronze claw, next to him is a huge bronze dragon that's deactivated.
Glaring at the rock, Thirteen shoves it into his satchel and leans back, fuming.
She walks over to Festus. “So you made this thing?”
"You alright Thirteen?"
Leo nods. "He was a pain in the butt to build but yeah. I did."
He sighs. “Yes. Impeccable.”
“So what all can he do?”
He stands, wiping dirt off of his hands. "Tell me what's wrong mate."
"He can fly, breathe fire, go into a stealth mode, turn into a very very heavy suitcase, and some other things."
“It’s just… frustrating. I still have no leads on the locations of the Others, but I know they’re still wreaking havoc. I just don’t know where to begin.”
Loriche looks very impressed. “Wow. I’ve never even done anything to do with automation.”
"The Others?"
"Thanks. It took a lot of blood, sweat, and tears."
“You know, the Others… I mean, technically I haven’t been referring to them as a group for most of the time, but you know… the shadowy eldritch creatures bound by chains of time and space. The vassals of Tharizdun.”
“Wait really? Is it like… powered by pain or something? Like a hammerer?”
"Never heard of them...then again I have been trying to live a peaceful life."
"Nah. Magic. Lots and lots of magic." he says patting the dragons head. "He's made from Celestial Bronze."
Thirteen looks a bit confused. “Really? I feel like I talk about them a lot… haven’t I told you my dramatic, dark backstory before?”
“Oh cool, what’s Celestial Bronze?”
"Nope."
"Godly metals. Found on Mount Olympus."
“Oh. Do you… do you want to hear it?”
She looks skeptical. “Godly? You’re telling me you got all of that from a god?”
"Sure. I love trauma." he says with a wan smile
"Not from a god. But its highly magical."
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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.
Amphitrite is sitting on the rocks of the coastline, humming to herself as she brushes out her long white hair. Her pearly scales glint like diamonds, glittering.
Io is cleaning her katana, her long black hair tied back in a bun and pin up with silver hair sticks. The veins in her neck are more pronounced, the disease seeming to be rougher today.
There is a loud curse as a small young man riding on the back of a metallic dragon crashes into the beach nearby. "Dang it Festus!!!" Leo shouts, spitting sand out of his mouth
Amphitrite looks over, her scales becoming sharp as she gets startled. "Careful!" She hisses.
"Sorry ma'am! My dragon had a malfunction!" he says, brushing sand out of his curly hair.
She narrows her large black eyes. She walks over, helping him up.
"Thanks." he says, brushing sand off of his pants.
*How tall is she btw? Leos about 5'4"*
*She is a whopping height of 6'8. She be a tall sea oracle.*
She nods, looking over at Fetus. "He might be hurt."
He looks up at her, blinking a few times before nodding. "O-oh yeah." he does a quick diagnosis check on Festus. "Broken capacitor...I just fixed that..." he mutters.
She sits back down, drawing shapes in the sand, half listening.
*She is a whopping height of 6'8. She be a tall sea oracle.*
She nods, looking over at Fetus. "He might be hurt."
He looks up at her, blinking a few times before nodding. "O-oh yeah." he does a quick diagnosis check on Festus. "Broken capacitor...I just fixed that..." he mutters.
She sits back down, drawing shapes in the sand, half listening.
"Oh, uh, pardon my rudeness. My name is Leo. Tinkerer Extraordinaire. Who might you be?"
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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.
The Hunter spins his spear with one hand. "Oh, by the way, I'm partially blind. I'm always at a disadvantage." he says, moving quickly and jabbing his spear through the monsters neck.
"Wow....this is amazing..." he signs
"Ah, only the weak make excuses. And don't tell me you're weak." Benimaru simply watches, a flaming mop flying into his hand from somewhere. He rests it on his shoulder, just being support.
He smiles and puts the crushed pepper on it.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Amphitrite is sitting on the rocks of the coastline, humming to herself as she brushes out her long white hair. Her pearly scales glint like diamonds, glittering.
Io is cleaning her katana, her long black hair tied back in a bun and pin up with silver hair sticks. The veins in her neck are more pronounced, the disease seeming to be rougher today.
There is a loud curse as a small young man riding on the back of a metallic dragon crashes into the beach nearby. "Dang it Festus!!!" Leo shouts, spitting sand out of his mouth
Amphitrite looks over, her scales becoming sharp as she gets startled. "Careful!" She hisses.
"Sorry ma'am! My dragon had a malfunction!" he says, brushing sand out of his curly hair.
She narrows her large black eyes. She walks over, helping him up.
"Thanks." he says, brushing sand off of his pants.
*How tall is she btw? Leos about 5'4"*
*She is a whopping height of 6'8. She be a tall sea oracle.*
She nods, looking over at Fetus. "He might be hurt."
*I know this isn't my rp but HOLY DOMMY MOMMY THAT IS INSANE! Anyway have a good one.*
*She is a whopping height of 6'8. She be a tall sea oracle.*
She nods, looking over at Fetus. "He might be hurt."
He looks up at her, blinking a few times before nodding. "O-oh yeah." he does a quick diagnosis check on Festus. "Broken capacitor...I just fixed that..." he mutters.
She sits back down, drawing shapes in the sand, half listening.
"Oh, uh, pardon my rudeness. My name is Leo. Tinkerer Extraordinaire. Who might you be?"
She tilts her head back, her silvery jewelry glinting in the sun. "Leo.. like the star sign. The lion. The sign of courage in the tarot deck." She said, chuckling "I am Amphitrite. Star and Sea Oracle. A pleasure." She bows, her long scaled tail swishing.
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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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She narrows her large black eyes. She walks over, helping him up.
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
Benimaru closes his eyes and shakes his head, smiling a bit "You're as much of a lost cause as me."
He gesture for them to take a bite, crushing up some pepper in a bowl.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"Thanks." he says, brushing sand off of his pants.
*How tall is she btw? Leos about 5'4"*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I know that much." he says as the Nightwalker approaches them both, its arm is missing. "Ah goody...you challenge me."
He takes a small bite.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*She is a whopping height of 6'8. She be a tall sea oracle.*
She nods, looking over at Fetus. "He might be hurt."
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 leans against a nearby tree, his eyes glowing a bit to create flames that Illuminate the tips of the tree branches "Now let's see if you fight as big as you talk. I made it easier for you after all."
The best fruit they have ever tasted, and that's saying something because it's a tomato.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
He looks up at her, blinking a few times before nodding. "O-oh yeah." he does a quick diagnosis check on Festus. "Broken capacitor...I just fixed that..." he mutters.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Hunter spins his spear with one hand. "Oh, by the way, I'm partially blind. I'm always at a disadvantage." he says, moving quickly and jabbing his spear through the monsters neck.
"Wow....this is amazing..." he signs
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I know this isn't my rp but HOLY DOMMY MOMMY THAT IS INSANE! Anyway have a good one.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Oh. Do you… do you want to hear it?”
She looks skeptical. “Godly? You’re telling me you got all of that from a god?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Jester this is an intervention. You need to stop doing this.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Sure. I love trauma." he says with a wan smile
"Not from a god. But its highly magical."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She sits back down, drawing shapes in the sand, half listening.
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
"Oh, uh, pardon my rudeness. My name is Leo. Tinkerer Extraordinaire. Who might you be?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Ah, only the weak make excuses. And don't tell me you're weak." Benimaru simply watches, a flaming mop flying into his hand from somewhere. He rests it on his shoulder, just being support.
He smiles and puts the crushed pepper on it.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*cut*
“I said dramatic, not traumatic.”
“Oh. What does it do?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Okay I'm not allow to make comments on things I notice now? That's cool, I won't do that.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*Do you wanna RP?*
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 why not. I've got the attention to spare, what characters do you want to deal with?*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
She tilts her head back, her silvery jewelry glinting in the sun. "Leo.. like the star sign. The lion. The sign of courage in the tarot deck." She said, chuckling "I am Amphitrite. Star and Sea Oracle. A pleasure." She bows, her long scaled tail swishing.
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