Yuri is out in the field, practicing hand to hand combat with a Mirror Image of herself. She throws the mirror image to the ground, pinning it's neck down by her knee. It struggles, silently screeching in protest.
William is sitting at his desk, in his office. He is going over tax forms for the Red Plate, grumbling to himself about what horrid demon below decided taxes was a new way for greed to permeate the world.
Genesis is in the library of the tavern, every book on each shelf pulled out and laying around him, each on a different page. He is reading through each one of them at once, his bored expression more of a calm one.
Georgie is watching Yuri practice, sat on the grass with his plushes infront of him, the dolls mimicking her movements
He stops eating entirely, a deep, dark frown crossing his face. "Oh. I..." He seems to be at a loss for words. "I don't think I have the capability to understand how awful that curse is. I may have been reborn as an eternally starving demon prince, but I'd take that over... damn. The strength it would take to grant immortality, to trap someone like that... why would he do that? Was he truly that awful a man?"
“Oh, I was already immortal. I was a wizard with powers to match that of Merlin’s, however I was an outlier. I rejected his wizard’s order and he therefore saw me as dangerous. He cursed me to take the form of my spirit animal, and limited my magical capacity to that of said animal. Me being a cat now may tell you a thing or two about my personality.” He licks his chops.
He calms a bit. He's still frowning, but he can keep eating. "I see. Cats are good illusionists. Tricksters. Some of them learn shapeshifting, but most don't see the point since humans are usually treated worse than cats anyway. What was your major?"
*Can I make a talking cat? Possibly a person who was turned into a forever-living cat as a curse eons ago?*
*I literally have an anthro Arctic fox, and anthro wolf/fox, and an anthro bunny running around causing adorable chaos. It's probably fine*
*Speaking of which, I should probably interact with more than one of your characters.*
*up to you*
*I will, do you want to deal with any of my characters?*
*none come to mind specifically*
*John Dungeon it is,*
A big man in heavy plate armor that covers his body with a giant sword, banner, and parchment is sitting in the tavern, looking into the middle distance, his beautiful eyes not looking at anything in particular.
"Once again, the bright mind of my god-cursed puppy." She jokes, trying to remain nonchalant about the situation.
He laughs and shakes his head “Mistakes were made.” He begins to head upstairs, getting a change of clothes back to looking casual and loose, smelling like sweet fruit.
"Mmmhmm" She chuckles, leaning into the bar as he walks off. When he returns, she is nowhere to be seen, and a pile of clothes is left on the ground. For a fact, they belong to Saphuno, but they aren't the ones she was wearing half an hour before
He picks up the clothes and goes to Saphuno’s room to put them there and go look for her. He opens her door, and puts the clothes down, muttering to himself.
When in fact, she was hiding behind the door. She dashes out from behind it and jumps in front of him, snickering
He jumps slightly from the surprise, but instead of back directly onto her, causing them both to land on the ground, him on top of her “Ah.”
"Mmm, you're less skittish than I thought.." She chuckles and rubs her paws up and down his back
He chuckles back “I just got this clothes on, can we enjoy the rest of the day please?” He says wiggling his brows before laughing and getting up.
"Oh, please, like I was going to do something like that."
“Oh because bunnies are known for being prudes. Get real.” He says with a wide grin.
She stands up and scoffs, knowing he's right. She puts her paws on her hips and tilts her head "Okay, maaaaybe..but.. not right there on the kitchen floor, I'm not that freaky.."
He smiles widely “I am.” He then turns to pick up the stuff he dropped before an angel looking Aasimar holding a golden beating heart rushes in.
"Shhh, save it for later, you can plant your seeds elsewhere instead of outside in the ground" She says quietly before the Aasimar enters. "U-uhh, hello?.."
He runs up to Damian “You need to eat this!” And hold up the beating heart. Damian just shrugs and grabs the heart, taking a bite, and swallowing it, golden ichor leaking from his mouth.
Saphuno rubs the bridge of her nose, exasperatedly "Yeah, I'm not even gonna ask.."
She watches Damian’s chest glow even brighter and he drops to the ground, wailing in pain. The Aasimar just watches silently, clasping there hands together.
Yuri is out in the field, practicing hand to hand combat with a Mirror Image of herself. She throws the mirror image to the ground, pinning it's neck down by her knee. It struggles, silently screeching in protest.
William is sitting at his desk, in his office. He is going over tax forms for the Red Plate, grumbling to himself about what horrid demon below decided taxes was a new way for greed to permeate the world.
Genesis is in the library of the tavern, every book on each shelf pulled out and laying around him, each on a different page. He is reading through each one of them at once, his bored expression more of a calm one.
Someone knocks at the door. He can see the silhouette of a man with wild hair, a turtleneck sweater, and a cool duster through the frosted glass.
He runs the bridge of his nose and stands up, fixing his jacket. He opens the door and raises a brow, putting on a smile. "Hello there. Unfortunately we are not open at the moment. May I help you with something?"
He stops eating entirely, a deep, dark frown crossing his face. "Oh. I..." He seems to be at a loss for words. "I don't think I have the capability to understand how awful that curse is. I may have been reborn as an eternally starving demon prince, but I'd take that over... damn. The strength it would take to grant immortality, to trap someone like that... why would he do that? Was he truly that awful a man?"
“Oh, I was already immortal. I was a wizard with powers to match that of Merlin’s, however I was an outlier. I rejected his wizard’s order and he therefore saw me as dangerous. He cursed me to take the form of my spirit animal, and limited my magical capacity to that of said animal. Me being a cat now may tell you a thing or two about my personality.” He licks his chops.
He calms a bit. He's still frowning, but he can keep eating. "I see. Cats are good illusionists. Tricksters. Some of them learn shapeshifting, but most don't see the point since humans are usually treated worse than cats anyway. What was your major?"
“In education? My, that was a long time ago.” He thinks for a moment. “I believe it was in astrophysics.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Yuri is out in the field, practicing hand to hand combat with a Mirror Image of herself. She throws the mirror image to the ground, pinning it's neck down by her knee. It struggles, silently screeching in protest.
William is sitting at his desk, in his office. He is going over tax forms for the Red Plate, grumbling to himself about what horrid demon below decided taxes was a new way for greed to permeate the world.
Genesis is in the library of the tavern, every book on each shelf pulled out and laying around him, each on a different page. He is reading through each one of them at once, his bored expression more of a calm one.
Georgie is watching Yuri practice, sat on the grass with his plushes infront of him, the dolls mimicking her movements
She wipes sweat from her face and grumbles. "How did I do that time?" She calls over to him.
Yuri is out in the field, practicing hand to hand combat with a Mirror Image of herself. She throws the mirror image to the ground, pinning it's neck down by her knee. It struggles, silently screeching in protest.
William is sitting at his desk, in his office. He is going over tax forms for the Red Plate, grumbling to himself about what horrid demon below decided taxes was a new way for greed to permeate the world.
Genesis is in the library of the tavern, every book on each shelf pulled out and laying around him, each on a different page. He is reading through each one of them at once, his bored expression more of a calm one.
Someone knocks at the door. He can see the silhouette of a man with wild hair, a turtleneck sweater, and a cool duster through the frosted glass.
He runs the bridge of his nose and stands up, fixing his jacket. He opens the door and raises a brow, putting on a smile. "Hello there. Unfortunately we are not open at the moment. May I help you with something?"
Dyscharist the Demon Prince stands there, looking very withered. "I wouldn't normally bother you at this time, but I happen to be dying of starvation at the moment. I require well-prepared food, and you are the only master chef I could locate at the moment. If you were open you would be my first choice, but I ran out of options with great swiftness. I can pay you seven times what it costs. No, seven times seven times. I, uh, don't want to die again. Had a bad experience with it last time."
He stops eating entirely, a deep, dark frown crossing his face. "Oh. I..." He seems to be at a loss for words. "I don't think I have the capability to understand how awful that curse is. I may have been reborn as an eternally starving demon prince, but I'd take that over... damn. The strength it would take to grant immortality, to trap someone like that... why would he do that? Was he truly that awful a man?"
“Oh, I was already immortal. I was a wizard with powers to match that of Merlin’s, however I was an outlier. I rejected his wizard’s order and he therefore saw me as dangerous. He cursed me to take the form of my spirit animal, and limited my magical capacity to that of said animal. Me being a cat now may tell you a thing or two about my personality.” He licks his chops.
He calms a bit. He's still frowning, but he can keep eating. "I see. Cats are good illusionists. Tricksters. Some of them learn shapeshifting, but most don't see the point since humans are usually treated worse than cats anyway. What was your major?"
“In education? My, that was a long time ago.” He thinks for a moment. “I believe it was in astrophysics.”
"I see. I know a couple of people who are good at that. Hired some at one point, until they all called me insane and quit. But demons are supposed to be insane, aren't they? Anyway, I meant your major in the arcane sciences. Not that your academic accomplishments aren't impressive."
Yuri is out in the field, practicing hand to hand combat with a Mirror Image of herself. She throws the mirror image to the ground, pinning it's neck down by her knee. It struggles, silently screeching in protest.
William is sitting at his desk, in his office. He is going over tax forms for the Red Plate, grumbling to himself about what horrid demon below decided taxes was a new way for greed to permeate the world.
Genesis is in the library of the tavern, every book on each shelf pulled out and laying around him, each on a different page. He is reading through each one of them at once, his bored expression more of a calm one.
Someone knocks at the door. He can see the silhouette of a man with wild hair, a turtleneck sweater, and a cool duster through the frosted glass.
He runs the bridge of his nose and stands up, fixing his jacket. He opens the door and raises a brow, putting on a smile. "Hello there. Unfortunately we are not open at the moment. May I help you with something?"
Dyscharist the Demon Prince stands there, looking very withered. "I wouldn't normally bother you at this time, but I happen to be dying of starvation at the moment. I require well-prepared food, and you are the only master chef I could locate at the moment. If you were open you would be my first choice, but I ran out of options with great swiftness. I can pay you seven times what it costs. No, seven times seven times. I, uh, don't want to die again. Had a bad experience with it last time."
William blinks slowly. He knows starvation all to well...
He opens the door and ushers them in, locking it behind him. He sighs and dons his apron, walking over to the kitchen.
Dyscharist the Demon Prince stands there, looking very withered. "I wouldn't normally bother you at this time, but I happen to be dying of starvation at the moment. I require well-prepared food, and you are the only master chef I could locate at the moment. If you were open you would be my first choice, but I ran out of options with great swiftness. I can pay you seven times what it costs. No, seven times seven times. I, uh, don't want to die again. Had a bad experience with it last time."
William blinks slowly. He knows starvation all to well...
He opens the door and ushers them in, locking it behind him. He sighs and dons his apron, walking over to the kitchen.
The man nods in gratitude and silently enters, seemingly worn out from his monologue. He pulls out a fountain pen with a glowing red tip and begins to write on a napkin in similarly glowing ink. He's writing the same sigil over and over. It resembles an eye that's been stitched shut with barbed wire and surrounded by a diamond of runes.
Yuri is out in the field, practicing hand to hand combat with a Mirror Image of herself. She throws the mirror image to the ground, pinning it's neck down by her knee. It struggles, silently screeching in protest.
William is sitting at his desk, in his office. He is going over tax forms for the Red Plate, grumbling to himself about what horrid demon below decided taxes was a new way for greed to permeate the world.
Genesis is in the library of the tavern, every book on each shelf pulled out and laying around him, each on a different page. He is reading through each one of them at once, his bored expression more of a calm one.
Georgie is watching Yuri practice, sat on the grass with his plushes infront of him, the dolls mimicking her movements
She wipes sweat from her face and grumbles. "How did I do that time?" She calls over to him.
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
Dyscharist the Demon Prince stands there, looking very withered. "I wouldn't normally bother you at this time, but I happen to be dying of starvation at the moment. I require well-prepared food, and you are the only master chef I could locate at the moment. If you were open you would be my first choice, but I ran out of options with great swiftness. I can pay you seven times what it costs. No, seven times seven times. I, uh, don't want to die again. Had a bad experience with it last time."
William blinks slowly. He knows starvation all to well...
He opens the door and ushers them in, locking it behind him. He sighs and dons his apron, walking over to the kitchen.
The man nods in gratitude and silently enters, seemingly worn out from his monologue. He pulls out a fountain pen with a glowing red tip and begins to write on a napkin in similarly glowing ink. He's writing the same sigil over and over. It resembles an eye that's been stitched shut with barbed wire and surrounded by a diamond of runes.
William is fast but careful, he is an artist after all, a perfectionist. He returns after a moment with a mug of Bicerin, a drink made with espresso, dark chocolate, and whole milk. He sets it down and then sets down a plate of garlic and chive rolls with melted butter on top. He disappears back into the kitchen, only to return with a fresh dish of Cioppino and Baked Polenta with Chanterelles and Sage Ragout.
Yuri is out in the field, practicing hand to hand combat with a Mirror Image of herself. She throws the mirror image to the ground, pinning it's neck down by her knee. It struggles, silently screeching in protest.
William is sitting at his desk, in his office. He is going over tax forms for the Red Plate, grumbling to himself about what horrid demon below decided taxes was a new way for greed to permeate the world.
Genesis is in the library of the tavern, every book on each shelf pulled out and laying around him, each on a different page. He is reading through each one of them at once, his bored expression more of a calm one.
Georgie is watching Yuri practice, sat on the grass with his plushes infront of him, the dolls mimicking her movements
She wipes sweat from her face and grumbles. "How did I do that time?" She calls over to him.
He give's a thumbs up, "You'd kick some tush!"
She chuckles "I usually go in axe blazing but I need to get better about actually knowing what I hit without just mindlessly doing it." She said.
He stops eating entirely, a deep, dark frown crossing his face. "Oh. I..." He seems to be at a loss for words. "I don't think I have the capability to understand how awful that curse is. I may have been reborn as an eternally starving demon prince, but I'd take that over... damn. The strength it would take to grant immortality, to trap someone like that... why would he do that? Was he truly that awful a man?"
“Oh, I was already immortal. I was a wizard with powers to match that of Merlin’s, however I was an outlier. I rejected his wizard’s order and he therefore saw me as dangerous. He cursed me to take the form of my spirit animal, and limited my magical capacity to that of said animal. Me being a cat now may tell you a thing or two about my personality.” He licks his chops.
He calms a bit. He's still frowning, but he can keep eating. "I see. Cats are good illusionists. Tricksters. Some of them learn shapeshifting, but most don't see the point since humans are usually treated worse than cats anyway. What was your major?"
“In education? My, that was a long time ago.” He thinks for a moment. “I believe it was in astrophysics.”
"I see. I know a couple of people who are good at that. Hired some at one point, until they all called me insane and quit. But demons are supposed to be insane, aren't they? Anyway, I meant your major in the arcane sciences. Not that your academic accomplishments aren't impressive."
“Oh, I specialize in pyromancy and evocation. I used to be able to create stars, blackholes, nebulas and such, but I have since grown weaker in this state.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Yuri is out in the field, practicing hand to hand combat with a Mirror Image of herself. She throws the mirror image to the ground, pinning it's neck down by her knee. It struggles, silently screeching in protest.
William is sitting at his desk, in his office. He is going over tax forms for the Red Plate, grumbling to himself about what horrid demon below decided taxes was a new way for greed to permeate the world.
Genesis is in the library of the tavern, every book on each shelf pulled out and laying around him, each on a different page. He is reading through each one of them at once, his bored expression more of a calm one.
Georgie is watching Yuri practice, sat on the grass with his plushes infront of him, the dolls mimicking her movements
She wipes sweat from her face and grumbles. "How did I do that time?" She calls over to him.
He give's a thumbs up, "You'd kick some tush!"
She chuckles "I usually go in axe blazing but I need to get better about actually knowing what I hit without just mindlessly doing it." She said.
"Thats a good idea. My sister took fencing lessons a couple times, and that really helped" He hums, dolls starting to mimic fencing
Georgie is watching Yuri practice, sat on the grass with his plushes infront of him, the dolls mimicking her movements
He calms a bit. He's still frowning, but he can keep eating. "I see. Cats are good illusionists. Tricksters. Some of them learn shapeshifting, but most don't see the point since humans are usually treated worse than cats anyway. What was your major?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*John Dungeon it is,*
A big man in heavy plate armor that covers his body with a giant sword, banner, and parchment is sitting in the tavern, looking into the middle distance, his beautiful eyes not looking at anything in particular.
She watches Damian’s chest glow even brighter and he drops to the ground, wailing in pain. The Aasimar just watches silently, clasping there hands together.
He runs the bridge of his nose and stands up, fixing his jacket. He opens the door and raises a brow, putting on a smile. "Hello there. Unfortunately we are not open at the moment. May I help you with something?"
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
“In education? My, that was a long time ago.” He thinks for a moment. “I believe it was in astrophysics.”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
She wipes sweat from her face and grumbles. "How did I do that time?" She calls over to him.
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
Dyscharist the Demon Prince stands there, looking very withered. "I wouldn't normally bother you at this time, but I happen to be dying of starvation at the moment. I require well-prepared food, and you are the only master chef I could locate at the moment. If you were open you would be my first choice, but I ran out of options with great swiftness. I can pay you seven times what it costs. No, seven times seven times. I, uh, don't want to die again. Had a bad experience with it last time."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I see. I know a couple of people who are good at that. Hired some at one point, until they all called me insane and quit. But demons are supposed to be insane, aren't they? Anyway, I meant your major in the arcane sciences. Not that your academic accomplishments aren't impressive."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
William blinks slowly. He knows starvation all to well...
He opens the door and ushers them in, locking it behind him. He sighs and dons his apron, walking over to the kitchen.
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 man nods in gratitude and silently enters, seemingly worn out from his monologue. He pulls out a fountain pen with a glowing red tip and begins to write on a napkin in similarly glowing ink. He's writing the same sigil over and over. It resembles an eye that's been stitched shut with barbed wire and surrounded by a diamond of runes.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He give's a thumbs up, "You'd kick some tush!"
(hello)
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
William is fast but careful, he is an artist after all, a perfectionist. He returns after a moment with a mug of Bicerin, a drink made with espresso, dark chocolate, and whole milk. He sets it down and then sets down a plate of garlic and chive rolls with melted butter on top. He disappears back into the kitchen, only to return with a fresh dish of Cioppino and Baked Polenta with Chanterelles and Sage Ragout.
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
She chuckles "I usually go in axe blazing but I need to get better about actually knowing what I hit without just mindlessly doing it." She said.
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, I specialize in pyromancy and evocation. I used to be able to create stars, blackholes, nebulas and such, but I have since grown weaker in this state.”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
"Thats a good idea. My sister took fencing lessons a couple times, and that really helped" He hums, dolls starting to mimic fencing