*I am tired of my Gourmet Hunter. His Gourmet power level is too high.*
*I shall bring in my soft boi as recompense.*
*Okay, good morning to you too. Wanna rp for a bit?*
*Sure, but it will in fact have to be merely a bit.*
A very stout, ferret-like humanoid walks out of the woods, his spiral eyes looking around in ponderous wonder. He couldn't be more than 4 feet tall, and he's dressed in loose, minimalist, white and purple clothing, reminiscent of a bathhouse employee uniform. However, he is also equipped with heavy armor plating that is mostly hidden by his soft outfit and equally soft physique. He wears purple makeup, including freckle-like markings and heavy eyeliner. Images of spirals are very frequent on his clothing, almost like some sort of holy symbol or corporate logo.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
|- Morning all! Might as well post this person here, I don't RP often here so if I don't reply that's why. -|
The Sandman, Hard to tell where such a Mythological character came from. Versions of the character changed and morphed from different people, the Cruel Der Sandmann created by E. T. A. Hoffman may be what some call Gruesome but others may call it a Right Representation of such a being. For one does not give something without taking something as well.
Deep within the middle of the Night, for any of those ho seem to be out during this time for whatever reason. It is possible to see a strange figure jumping from house to house, one who seems to be wearing a long leather coat wrapping around their Body. The coat changing color every time he jumps, changing from Red to Green, and from Green to Blue. Though the coat itself seems to be made of some strange material that would remind one of Dust, slowly falling off the Coat with each jump. They wear a small fedora that seems to be a Strange leather material that stays a strange Golden Color. After a while the Creature stops and falls slowly to the Ground, not even the slightest bump as he lands. With a flick of his Hand a strange bench seems to appear in which he sits down upon and opens a sack.
|- Morning all! Might as well post this person here, I don't RP often here so if I don't reply that's why. -|
The Sandman, Hard to tell where such a Mythological character came from. Versions of the character changed and morphed from different people, the Cruel Der Sandmann created by E. T. A. Hoffman may be what some call Gruesome but others may call it a Right Representation of such a being. For one does not give something without taking something as well.
Deep within the middle of the Night, for any of those ho seem to be out during this time for whatever reason. It is possible to see a strange figure jumping from house to house, one who seems to be wearing a long leather coat wrapping around their Body. The coat changing color every time he jumps, changing from Red to Green, and from Green to Blue. Though the coat itself seems to be made of some strange material that would remind one of Dust, slowly falling off the Coat with each jump. They wear a small fedora that seems to be a Strange leather material that stays a strange Golden Color. After a while the Creature stops and falls slowly to the Ground, not even the slightest bump as he lands. With a flick of his Hand a strange bench seems to appear in which he sits down upon and opens a sack.
|- Morning all! Might as well post this person here, I don't RP often here so if I don't reply that's why. -|
The Sandman, Hard to tell where such a Mythological character came from. Versions of the character changed and morphed from different people, the Cruel Der Sandmann created by E. T. A. Hoffman may be what some call Gruesome but others may call it a Right Representation of such a being. For one does not give something without taking something as well.
Deep within the middle of the Night, for any of those ho seem to be out during this time for whatever reason. It is possible to see a strange figure jumping from house to house, one who seems to be wearing a long leather coat wrapping around their Body. The coat changing color every time he jumps, changing from Red to Green, and from Green to Blue. Though the coat itself seems to be made of some strange material that would remind one of Dust, slowly falling off the Coat with each jump. They wear a small fedora that seems to be a Strange leather material that stays a strange Golden Color. After a while the Creature stops and falls slowly to the Ground, not even the slightest bump as he lands. With a flick of his Hand a strange bench seems to appear in which he sits down upon and opens a sack.
*Hey mate, good to see you again.*
|- Indeed, good to see you as well. I Haven't been on DDB as much recently which may explain any future absences. -|
|- Morning all! Might as well post this person here, I don't RP often here so if I don't reply that's why. -|
The Sandman, Hard to tell where such a Mythological character came from. Versions of the character changed and morphed from different people, the Cruel Der Sandmann created by E. T. A. Hoffman may be what some call Gruesome but others may call it a Right Representation of such a being. For one does not give something without taking something as well.
Deep within the middle of the Night, for any of those ho seem to be out during this time for whatever reason. It is possible to see a strange figure jumping from house to house, one who seems to be wearing a long leather coat wrapping around their Body. The coat changing color every time he jumps, changing from Red to Green, and from Green to Blue. Though the coat itself seems to be made of some strange material that would remind one of Dust, slowly falling off the Coat with each jump. They wear a small fedora that seems to be a Strange leather material that stays a strange Golden Color. After a while the Creature stops and falls slowly to the Ground, not even the slightest bump as he lands. With a flick of his Hand a strange bench seems to appear in which he sits down upon and opens a sack.
*Hey mate, good to see you again.*
|- Indeed, good to see you as well. I Haven't been on DDB as much recently which may explain any future absences. -|
|- Morning all! Might as well post this person here, I don't RP often here so if I don't reply that's why. -|
The Sandman, Hard to tell where such a Mythological character came from. Versions of the character changed and morphed from different people, the Cruel Der Sandmann created by E. T. A. Hoffman may be what some call Gruesome but others may call it a Right Representation of such a being. For one does not give something without taking something as well.
Deep within the middle of the Night, for any of those ho seem to be out during this time for whatever reason. It is possible to see a strange figure jumping from house to house, one who seems to be wearing a long leather coat wrapping around their Body. The coat changing color every time he jumps, changing from Red to Green, and from Green to Blue. Though the coat itself seems to be made of some strange material that would remind one of Dust, slowly falling off the Coat with each jump. They wear a small fedora that seems to be a Strange leather material that stays a strange Golden Color. After a while the Creature stops and falls slowly to the Ground, not even the slightest bump as he lands. With a flick of his Hand a strange bench seems to appear in which he sits down upon and opens a sack.
*Hey mate, good to see you again.*
|- Indeed, good to see you as well. I Haven't been on DDB as much recently which may explain any future absences. -|
(Nice to meet you, Sunken!) *A Foxfolk seems to roam...they're rather ordinary. Clothing made of cloth, rather green in color, a dark shade, sandals, quite worn out (To the naked eye, at least.), and a sedge shade on their head, to keep out any harsh sunlight. They walk around town, looking for a good bar to sit down and rest in. He decides to come to the Lord's Rest Inn, walking to the counter.* "Good day. Would you have any tea, by chance?" (I dunno whether bars have tea or not, lmao. Consider this a first test.)
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The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
Theren is sitting in his garden meditating. He looks at peace as he breaths slowly.
Leo is running on fumes, exhaustion and lack of food getting to him. He still continues to work on festus.
Hearth is enjoying the town, walking around and browsing the shops.
Apollon is standing amongst a bunch of ghoul corpses. Blood and gore is on his clothes and weapon.
-re-intro of old character-
A suit of angelic armor creaks and moves from its statue-like pose from a field, dirt and vines breaking off. Mars has awakened once more.
As they stand amongst this Horror scene, A strange rather well dressed figure walks from Behind a Tree. Their leather coat seemingly made of a strange dust, and a fedora with a small cloud symbol in the center of it. They give a small chuckle looking towards them; "My My, It seem's that the Ghouls have endured one...well- Horrible day."
Theren is sitting in his garden meditating. He looks at peace as he breaths slowly.
Leo is running on fumes, exhaustion and lack of food getting to him. He still continues to work on festus.
Hearth is enjoying the town, walking around and browsing the shops.
Apollon is standing amongst a bunch of ghoul corpses. Blood and gore is on his clothes and weapon.
-re-intro of old character-
A suit of angelic armor creaks and moves from its statue-like pose from a field, dirt and vines breaking off. Mars has awakened once more.
As they stand amongst this Horror scene, A strange rather well dressed figure walks from Behind a Tree. Their leather coat seemingly made of a strange dust, and a fedora with a small cloud symbol in the center of it. They give a small chuckle looking towards them; "My My, It seem's that the Ghouls have endured one...well- Horrible day."
Apollon turns slightly, flicking blood from his spear. "Who are you?"
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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.
Theren is sitting in his garden meditating. He looks at peace as he breaths slowly.
Leo is running on fumes, exhaustion and lack of food getting to him. He still continues to work on festus.
Hearth is enjoying the town, walking around and browsing the shops.
Apollon is standing amongst a bunch of ghoul corpses. Blood and gore is on his clothes and weapon.
-re-intro of old character-
A suit of angelic armor creaks and moves from its statue-like pose from a field, dirt and vines breaking off. Mars has awakened once more.
A figure appears beside Mars, crouching beside him. It looks humanoid but has a head like a small pillar of marble veined with sapphire. Eyes made of cut sapphires appraise Mars before pulling out a gloved hand from under his white cloak and producing a knife shaped like a beautiful blue butterfly. He taps it against Mars chest, tilting their head.
Theren is sitting in his garden meditating. He looks at peace as he breaths slowly.
Leo is running on fumes, exhaustion and lack of food getting to him. He still continues to work on festus.
Hearth is enjoying the town, walking around and browsing the shops.
Apollon is standing amongst a bunch of ghoul corpses. Blood and gore is on his clothes and weapon.
-re-intro of old character-
A suit of angelic armor creaks and moves from its statue-like pose from a field, dirt and vines breaking off. Mars has awakened once more.
A figure appears beside Mars, crouching beside him. It looks humanoid but has a head like a small pillar of marble veined with sapphire. Eyes made of cut sapphires appraise Mars before pulling out a gloved hand from under his white cloak and producing a knife shaped like a beautiful blue butterfly. He taps it against Mars chest, tilting their head.
The armor creaks more as he slowly stands, vines wrapping around his limbs and dirt slowly falling off. The eyeholes of his helmet glowing a bright white.
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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.
Theren is sitting in his garden meditating. He looks at peace as he breaths slowly.
Leo is running on fumes, exhaustion and lack of food getting to him. He still continues to work on festus.
Hearth is enjoying the town, walking around and browsing the shops.
Apollon is standing amongst a bunch of ghoul corpses. Blood and gore is on his clothes and weapon.
-re-intro of old character-
A suit of angelic armor creaks and moves from its statue-like pose from a field, dirt and vines breaking off. Mars has awakened once more.
A figure appears beside Mars, crouching beside him. It looks humanoid but has a head like a small pillar of marble veined with sapphire. Eyes made of cut sapphires appraise Mars before pulling out a gloved hand from under his white cloak and producing a knife shaped like a beautiful blue butterfly. He taps it against Mars chest, tilting their head.
The armor creaks more as he slowly stands, vines wrapping around his limbs and dirt slowly falling off. The eyeholes of his helmet glowing a bright white.
"Ah, there you are. Its time to wake up." It says, laughing lightly.
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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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*Okay, good morning to you too. Wanna rp for a bit?*
*Sure, but it will in fact have to be merely a bit.*
A very stout, ferret-like humanoid walks out of the woods, his spiral eyes looking around in ponderous wonder. He couldn't be more than 4 feet tall, and he's dressed in loose, minimalist, white and purple clothing, reminiscent of a bathhouse employee uniform. However, he is also equipped with heavy armor plating that is mostly hidden by his soft outfit and equally soft physique. He wears purple makeup, including freckle-like markings and heavy eyeliner. Images of spirals are very frequent on his clothing, almost like some sort of holy symbol or corporate logo.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Good morrow*
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
(good morning)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
(Morning! Mind If I join?)
The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
(online Monday-Friday from 8:00 to 3:00) (Most of the time.)
First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
Hewwo! ^w^ You wanna see a surprise? :3
|- Morning all! Might as well post this person here, I don't RP often here so if I don't reply that's why. -|
The Sandman, Hard to tell where such a Mythological character came from. Versions of the character changed and morphed from different people, the Cruel Der Sandmann created by E. T. A. Hoffman may be what some call Gruesome but others may call it a Right Representation of such a being. For one does not give something without taking something as well.
Deep within the middle of the Night, for any of those ho seem to be out during this time for whatever reason. It is possible to see a strange figure jumping from house to house, one who seems to be wearing a long leather coat wrapping around their Body. The coat changing color every time he jumps, changing from Red to Green, and from Green to Blue. Though the coat itself seems to be made of some strange material that would remind one of Dust, slowly falling off the Coat with each jump. They wear a small fedora that seems to be a Strange leather material that stays a strange Golden Color. After a while the Creature stops and falls slowly to the Ground, not even the slightest bump as he lands. With a flick of his Hand a strange bench seems to appear in which he sits down upon and opens a sack.
Life's amusing and it knows
*Hey mate, good to see you again.*
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
*Course! all are welcome.*
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
|- Indeed, good to see you as well. I Haven't been on DDB as much recently which may explain any future absences. -|
Life's amusing and it knows
*Its okay, just glad to see you on :D*
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
|- Thank you. -|
Life's amusing and it knows
*Good morning*
Theren is sitting in his garden meditating. He looks at peace as he breaths slowly.
Leo is running on fumes, exhaustion and lack of food getting to him. He still continues to work on festus.
Hearth is enjoying the town, walking around and browsing the shops.
Apollon is standing amongst a bunch of ghoul corpses. Blood and gore is on his clothes and weapon.
-re-intro of old character-
A suit of angelic armor creaks and moves from its statue-like pose from a field, dirt and vines breaking off. Mars has awakened once more.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(Nice to meet you, Sunken!)
*A Foxfolk seems to roam...they're rather ordinary. Clothing made of cloth, rather green in color, a dark shade, sandals, quite worn out (To the naked eye, at least.), and a sedge shade on their head, to keep out any harsh sunlight. They walk around town, looking for a good bar to sit down and rest in. He decides to come to the Lord's Rest Inn, walking to the counter.* "Good day. Would you have any tea, by chance?"
(I dunno whether bars have tea or not, lmao. Consider this a first test.)
The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
(online Monday-Friday from 8:00 to 3:00) (Most of the time.)
First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
Hewwo! ^w^ You wanna see a surprise? :3
As they stand amongst this Horror scene, A strange rather well dressed figure walks from Behind a Tree. Their leather coat seemingly made of a strange dust, and a fedora with a small cloud symbol in the center of it. They give a small chuckle looking towards them; "My My, It seem's that the Ghouls have endured one...well- Horrible day."
Life's amusing and it knows
Apollon turns slightly, flicking blood from his spear. "Who are you?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*[CRAWL BACK INTO THE WORLD]*
*Im back :D*
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
*Hellooooo -chucks characters-*
Theren is sitting in his garden meditating. He looks at peace as he breaths slowly.
Leo is running on fumes, exhaustion and lack of food getting to him. He still continues to work on festus.
Hearth is enjoying the town, walking around and browsing the shops.
Apollon is standing amongst a bunch of ghoul corpses. Blood and gore is on his clothes and weapon.
-re-intro of old character-
A suit of angelic armor creaks and moves from its statue-like pose from a field, dirt and vines breaking off. Mars has awakened once more.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A figure appears beside Mars, crouching beside him. It looks humanoid but has a head like a small pillar of marble veined with sapphire. Eyes made of cut sapphires appraise Mars before pulling out a gloved hand from under his white cloak and producing a knife shaped like a beautiful blue butterfly. He taps it against Mars chest, tilting their head.
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
The armor creaks more as he slowly stands, vines wrapping around his limbs and dirt slowly falling off. The eyeholes of his helmet glowing a bright white.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Ah, there you are. Its time to wake up." It says, laughing lightly.
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