*I just realized how similar Cathan and Felix are. Cathan was basically obliterated by his own military and then ignored when he came to his country for help, and Felix was emotionally abused by his customers and was ignored when he went to his family for help. They're both broken and reshaped into utterly vile people with a strange culinary skill set, and they are both desperate to be the best at their craft.*
Scott hears Cathan's terrible laugh ("Hhhhakekekeke!!") as he goes on a little trip. Anything lingering in his brain that is not related to his current thoughts or anxieties is fair game. Repressed memories, ancient traumas, what he almost forgot in school, things he made up 10 years ago and discarded immediately... it's like a very in-depth dream, but without that drifting feeling. Like it's all there to be remembered.
Tears fall from Felix's face, mingling with his blood as the bodily fluids drip onto William's clothes. "Thank you. Thank you. You're the best boss I could ask for. I wish I had you as my master growing up."
*Cathan was military?... [Glances at Sebastian, the three-headed golden skull-masked Purgatory Chef who was a part of the military during his time alive]*
Scott sits on the ground, groaning "Ohhhhhhhhh jeez....." He mutters, tripping.
William smiles and sets him down in his office chair, getting him an icepack. He makes a few calls on his sending stone, pacing around and making deals and bribes to get someone here fast.
*Yup! He's very, very messed up because of it. I've described his face as looking like burnt hamburger glued to a rotting jack-o-lantern before, and he has so many crippling mental illnesses that I won't list them here.*
Cathan decides the trip-sit for him, making sure nobody robs him or messes with him while he's incapacitated.
Felix holds the icepack close and drifts off to sleep, which sounds difficult when you've just had the crap beaten out of you by someone twice your size and are sitting in an office chair that smells like rot and are currently in the hands of a known cannibal, but Felix gets it. He's just awful that way.
*I just realized how similar Cathan and Felix are. Cathan was basically obliterated by his own military and then ignored when he came to his country for help, and Felix was emotionally abused by his customers and was ignored when he went to his family for help. They're both broken and reshaped into utterly vile people with a strange culinary skill set, and they are both desperate to be the best at their craft.*
Scott hears Cathan's terrible laugh ("Hhhhakekekeke!!") as he goes on a little trip. Anything lingering in his brain that is not related to his current thoughts or anxieties is fair game. Repressed memories, ancient traumas, what he almost forgot in school, things he made up 10 years ago and discarded immediately... it's like a very in-depth dream, but without that drifting feeling. Like it's all there to be remembered.
Tears fall from Felix's face, mingling with his blood as the bodily fluids drip onto William's clothes. "Thank you. Thank you. You're the best boss I could ask for. I wish I had you as my master growing up."
*Cathan was military?... [Glances at Sebastian, the three-headed golden skull-masked Purgatory Chef who was a part of the military during his time alive]*
Scott sits on the ground, groaning "Ohhhhhhhhh jeez....." He mutters, tripping.
William smiles and sets him down in his office chair, getting him an icepack. He makes a few calls on his sending stone, pacing around and making deals and bribes to get someone here fast.
*Yup! He's very, very messed up because of it. I've described his face as looking like burnt hamburger glued to a rotting jack-o-lantern before, and he has so many crippling mental illnesses that I won't list them here.*
Cathan decides the trip-sit for him, making sure nobody robs him or messes with him while he's incapacitated.
Felix holds the icepack close and drifts off to sleep, which sounds difficult when you've just had the crap beaten out of you by someone twice your size and are sitting in an office chair that smells like rot and are currently in the hands of a known cannibal, but Felix gets it. He's just awful that way.
*He is a fun character I will say.*
"Why is that I was picked? All I did was pick up the book..." He mumbles "Why did fate decide to personally trip me?.."
After a bit, a cloaked figure, holding a staff made of blue crystal enters through the back door. They have skeletal hands and are layered down with robes made from old rugs. William shakes their hand, saying something in hushed tones. The cloaked figure produces a needle and takes some of William's blood, placing it into a vial and nodding. They both walk over to Felix and Willam gently shakes his shoulder "Hey Felix. This is Doctor Czalor. He is a Lich friend of mine."
(Computer keeps restarting and since this is a school computer, I have to relogin to everything when it restarts)
*Darn girl, im sorry :[*
(makes it difficult to get stuff done)
*Have you looked into a new one?*
(Since this just started happening, i'm going to see if it fixes itself. If not, I'll talk to the school about getting a new one)
*Have you done a hard reset?*
(I have not. Going to try that now)
*Noice.*
(hopefully that worked)
*Hopefully.*
(you mind if I rp with xan or are there other characters you want to use instead?)
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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
*Good morning. Im very frustrated and have come up with a way to kill off all of my characters*
(why would you want to?)
*I am very frustrated. And I probably wont be coming back to DDB after my senior year is over.*
*Theren, I wish you would stay, but I respect all of your decisions. You’re an incredible writer and a great guy. I’ll miss you more than I can express here.*
(Computer keeps restarting and since this is a school computer, I have to relogin to everything when it restarts)
*Darn girl, im sorry :[*
(makes it difficult to get stuff done)
*Have you looked into a new one?*
(Since this just started happening, i'm going to see if it fixes itself. If not, I'll talk to the school about getting a new one)
*Have you done a hard reset?*
(I have not. Going to try that now)
*Noice.*
(hopefully that worked)
*Hopefully.*
(you mind if I rp with xan or are there other characters you want to use instead?)
*Sure*\
Xan is currently dressed in a black fishnet crop top, a black mini skirt, and thigh-high boots. He is outside, smoking.
Isaac sits next to him
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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
*Yup! He's very, very messed up because of it. I've described his face as looking like burnt hamburger glued to a rotting jack-o-lantern before, and he has so many crippling mental illnesses that I won't list them here.*
Cathan decides the trip-sit for him, making sure nobody robs him or messes with him while he's incapacitated.
Felix holds the icepack close and drifts off to sleep, which sounds difficult when you've just had the crap beaten out of you by someone twice your size and are sitting in an office chair that smells like rot and are currently in the hands of a known cannibal, but Felix gets it. He's just awful that way.
*He is a fun character I will say.*
"Why is that I was picked? All I did was pick up the book..." He mumbles "Why did fate decide to personally trip me?.."
After a bit, a cloaked figure, holding a staff made of blue crystal enters through the back door. They have skeletal hands and are layered down with robes made from old rugs. William shakes their hand, saying something in hushed tones. The cloaked figure produces a needle and takes some of William's blood, placing it into a vial and nodding. They both walk over to Felix and Willam gently shakes his shoulder "Hey Felix. This is Doctor Czalor. He is a Lich friend of mine."
"Forget the book. Your wife. Do you remember your wife, Scott?"
Felix opens his eyes. "A master of life and death. Good idea, Willy." He murmurs slowly. He holds out a paw. "Nice t'meet meet you, Doctor Czalor."
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
Thirteen is wracking his brains over a map of the Great Wheel cosmology, trying to rationalize the pandimensionality of the Inner Planes in relation to the rest of the multiverse.
Mauric is looking for Felix.
The Larry is asleep.
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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.
*Yup! He's very, very messed up because of it. I've described his face as looking like burnt hamburger glued to a rotting jack-o-lantern before, and he has so many crippling mental illnesses that I won't list them here.*
Cathan decides the trip-sit for him, making sure nobody robs him or messes with him while he's incapacitated.
Felix holds the icepack close and drifts off to sleep, which sounds difficult when you've just had the crap beaten out of you by someone twice your size and are sitting in an office chair that smells like rot and are currently in the hands of a known cannibal, but Felix gets it. He's just awful that way.
*He is a fun character I will say.*
"Why is that I was picked? All I did was pick up the book..." He mumbles "Why did fate decide to personally trip me?.."
After a bit, a cloaked figure, holding a staff made of blue crystal enters through the back door. They have skeletal hands and are layered down with robes made from old rugs. William shakes their hand, saying something in hushed tones. The cloaked figure produces a needle and takes some of William's blood, placing it into a vial and nodding. They both walk over to Felix and Willam gently shakes his shoulder "Hey Felix. This is Doctor Czalor. He is a Lich friend of mine."
"Forget the book. Your wife. Do you remember your wife, Scott?"
Felix opens his eyes. "A master of life and death. Good idea, Willy." He murmurs slowly. He holds out a paw. "Nice t'meet meet you, Doctor Czalor."
"She is so pretty... She shaved her head before I left to give her hair to kids who had cancer... She wore this cardigan that was grey and black." He said "She made me these meals from her home in Nigeria... They were so good.. and she was so smart, oh my god. She is a teacher." He says, tilting his head back.
Czalor nods and shakes his hand, another pair of arms appearing from under the cloak "My child... Hunger is like the points of a star. Beautiful but deadly. You are... hungry like he..." He mutters and produces a black doctors bag.
Thirteen is wracking his brains over a map of the Great Wheel cosmology, trying to rationalize the pandimensionality of the Inner Planes in relation to the rest of the multiverse.
Mauric is looking for Felix.
The Larry is asleep.
*Time to put my great plan into motion*
The map starts to swirl in front of him, the ink swirling in on itself.
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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.
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*Yup! He's very, very messed up because of it. I've described his face as looking like burnt hamburger glued to a rotting jack-o-lantern before, and he has so many crippling mental illnesses that I won't list them here.*
Cathan decides the trip-sit for him, making sure nobody robs him or messes with him while he's incapacitated.
Felix holds the icepack close and drifts off to sleep, which sounds difficult when you've just had the crap beaten out of you by someone twice your size and are sitting in an office chair that smells like rot and are currently in the hands of a known cannibal, but Felix gets it. He's just awful that way.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Just a heads up, this will severely affect 60% of my active characters*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I am very frustrated. And I probably wont be coming back to DDB after my senior year is over.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*He is a fun character I will say.*
"Why is that I was picked? All I did was pick up the book..." He mumbles "Why did fate decide to personally trip me?.."
After a bit, a cloaked figure, holding a staff made of blue crystal enters through the back door. They have skeletal hands and are layered down with robes made from old rugs. William shakes their hand, saying something in hushed tones. The cloaked figure produces a needle and takes some of William's blood, placing it into a vial and nodding. They both walk over to Felix and Willam gently shakes his shoulder "Hey Felix. This is Doctor Czalor. He is a Lich friend of mine."
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
*Thats okay man, we will miss you on here :[*
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
(you mind if I rp with xan or are there other characters you want to use instead?)
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
*Sure*\
Xan is currently dressed in a black fishnet crop top, a black mini skirt, and thigh-high boots. He is outside, smoking.
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
*Anyways...characters ig....I'm probably just gonna play my comfort characters*
Theren is laying in his garden, staring up at the sky.
The Beastknight is sitting in a field tending to a wounded deer.
Phoenix is baking cookies in the kitchen.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Theren, I wish you would stay, but I respect all of your decisions. You’re an incredible writer and a great guy. I’ll miss you more than I can express here.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Lore is cured up beside him, Harmonia braiding her hair.
William watches The Beastknight, his eyes narrowed as he is quite close to the area where he buries his bodies.
Jack appears behind him and hugs the bloke, grinning "Guess what!"
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
Theren watches them both, happy with his little slice of happiness.
The Beastknight is speaking in Primordial to the deer, whose antlers start to glow blue.
Phoenix nearly drops his tray of freshly baked cookies. "WAH?!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Isaac sits next 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
"Hey, Dad? Can I braid your hair?" She asked, tilting her head.
Willaim continues to watch, considering his options.
Jack grins and plants a kiss on his neck "I passed my Illusion Course!"
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
"Forget the book. Your wife. Do you remember your wife, Scott?"
Felix opens his eyes. "A master of life and death. Good idea, Willy." He murmurs slowly. He holds out a paw. "Nice t'meet meet you, Doctor Czalor."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Xan looks over, grinning "Hey there Artificer."
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
"how are you doing?"
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
Theren runs his fingers through his short hair. "My hairs too short for that sweetie. Maybe once it grows out more."
The Beastknight seems to be singing a lullaby to the deer.
Phoenix's British accent breaks through as he says, "Im gonna pretend like I know what that is. Im proud of you."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*the rest*
Thirteen is wracking his brains over a map of the Great Wheel cosmology, trying to rationalize the pandimensionality of the Inner Planes in relation to the rest of the multiverse.
Mauric is looking for Felix.
The Larry is asleep.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"She is so pretty... She shaved her head before I left to give her hair to kids who had cancer... She wore this cardigan that was grey and black." He said "She made me these meals from her home in Nigeria... They were so good.. and she was so smart, oh my god. She is a teacher." He says, tilting his head back.
Czalor nods and shakes his hand, another pair of arms appearing from under the cloak "My child... Hunger is like the points of a star. Beautiful but deadly. You are... hungry like he..." He mutters and produces a black doctors bag.
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
*Time to put my great plan into motion*
The map starts to swirl in front of him, the ink swirling in on itself.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.