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
More eyes open on his body, the pupils black. He isn't frightened. "If your intention is to hurt or scare me it isn't working." Theren says. "I've seen and been through worse."
Phoenix grabs his hand before he can touch him. "Don't. Touch. Me."
He begins to actually see the thing around him, it's just a man in plated armor, sharp spikes across the armor, claws on his hands "Others have said the same and died the same, will you be any different?"
Grove's hand comes off, "Then don't call me weird. You want to be treated with respect, I would prefer the same in return."
"I've killed eldritch horrors." he snarls. "You, on the other hand, are just a man in armor."
Phoenix scoffs, dropping down from the pull-up bar.
"176." He simply says, his appearance grows less and less, not moving faster, but still disappearing.
Grove leans against one of the trees "No, continue your workout, I didn't mean to disturb you, I just would like my hand back however."
"And? What do those numbers mean." he says, his eyes not leaving the man.
He lets go, the gauntlet crushed slightly.
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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.
Prospero is on fire. He doesn't seem bothered by it, but is trying to stay away from anything that can be set alight as well.
Rottentooth has found several lost dogs, but trained them all without informing the owners when he returned them. He's currently driving away, giggling. He looks much younger.
Cathan is laying on the ground, unconscious. He has a strange weapon at his side.
More eyes open on his body, the pupils black. He isn't frightened. "If your intention is to hurt or scare me it isn't working." Theren says. "I've seen and been through worse."
Phoenix grabs his hand before he can touch him. "Don't. Touch. Me."
He begins to actually see the thing around him, it's just a man in plated armor, sharp spikes across the armor, claws on his hands "Others have said the same and died the same, will you be any different?"
Grove's hand comes off, "Then don't call me weird. You want to be treated with respect, I would prefer the same in return."
"I've killed eldritch horrors." he snarls. "You, on the other hand, are just a man in armor."
Phoenix scoffs, dropping down from the pull-up bar.
"176." He simply says, his appearance grows less and less, not moving faster, but still disappearing.
Grove leans against one of the trees "No, continue your workout, I didn't mean to disturb you, I just would like my hand back however."
"And? What do those numbers mean." he says, his eyes not leaving the man.
He lets go, the gauntlet crushed slightly.
"Oh don't worry, people just say certain lines and I count how many to keep from getting bored." He seems to barely exist, but that doesn't make sense, he's just a guy in armor right?
He takes the gauntlet and puts it back on, the armor healing quickly "Thanks, who are you anyway? If you don't mind me asking."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Anybody else want to rp with my numerous, although not expansive character roster?*
*Sure. I got my new character, the Elf-Dragonborn Woman.*
*I'd spit out my water if I had any, what character do you want to deal with then?*
*Any of them is fine. :]*
*Hmm,*
Ragnerious is getting a sandwich proportionate to has size, which is the largest sandwich most will ever see considering he's a 15ft dragon hybrid.
A few meters from him, the sound of blades hitting stone can be heard. An Aereni Elf dressed in black and red robes is sparring against stone golems. She has coffee-colored skin that is marred with scars. Her long ash-colored hair is tied back in a ponytail, little bits of gold woven into each strand, and dark red horns extend from her hairline into sharp points. Her eyes are bright red, flecked with gold, and her pupils are cat-like. Her robes seem to shimmer slightly in the sun, the fabric woven with adamantine threads. She artfully swings her longsword, which she pulls from a sheath shaped like a sleeping red dragon. She cuts through the golems with ease, the blade turning red hot.
More eyes open on his body, the pupils black. He isn't frightened. "If your intention is to hurt or scare me it isn't working." Theren says. "I've seen and been through worse."
Phoenix grabs his hand before he can touch him. "Don't. Touch. Me."
He begins to actually see the thing around him, it's just a man in plated armor, sharp spikes across the armor, claws on his hands "Others have said the same and died the same, will you be any different?"
Grove's hand comes off, "Then don't call me weird. You want to be treated with respect, I would prefer the same in return."
"I've killed eldritch horrors." he snarls. "You, on the other hand, are just a man in armor."
Phoenix scoffs, dropping down from the pull-up bar.
"176." He simply says, his appearance grows less and less, not moving faster, but still disappearing.
Grove leans against one of the trees "No, continue your workout, I didn't mean to disturb you, I just would like my hand back however."
"And? What do those numbers mean." he says, his eyes not leaving the man.
He lets go, the gauntlet crushed slightly.
"Oh don't worry, people just say certain lines and I count how many to keep from getting bored." He seems to barely exist, but that doesn't make sense, he's just a guy in armor right?
He takes the gauntlet and puts it back on, the armor healing quickly "Thanks, who are you anyway? If you don't mind me asking."
Theren opens his truesight.
"Phoenix. Ex-military. Recon, special forces, etc."
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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.
Prospero is on fire. He doesn't seem bothered by it, but is trying to stay away from anything that can be set alight as well.
Rottentooth has found several lost dogs, but trained them all without informing the owners when he returned them. He's currently driving away, giggling. He looks much younger.
Cathan is laying on the ground, unconscious. He has a strange weapon at his side.
*A foxfolk drops down from a nearby pine tree (I dunno how people can fit in those leaves, OUCH! X[), and looks. He crouches down, and pokes him. He then picks up and investigates the weapon.* (I can roll a check if you want.)
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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...
More eyes open on his body, the pupils black. He isn't frightened. "If your intention is to hurt or scare me it isn't working." Theren says. "I've seen and been through worse."
Phoenix grabs his hand before he can touch him. "Don't. Touch. Me."
He begins to actually see the thing around him, it's just a man in plated armor, sharp spikes across the armor, claws on his hands "Others have said the same and died the same, will you be any different?"
Grove's hand comes off, "Then don't call me weird. You want to be treated with respect, I would prefer the same in return."
"I've killed eldritch horrors." he snarls. "You, on the other hand, are just a man in armor."
Phoenix scoffs, dropping down from the pull-up bar.
"176." He simply says, his appearance grows less and less, not moving faster, but still disappearing.
Grove leans against one of the trees "No, continue your workout, I didn't mean to disturb you, I just would like my hand back however."
"And? What do those numbers mean." he says, his eyes not leaving the man.
He lets go, the gauntlet crushed slightly.
"Oh don't worry, people just say certain lines and I count how many to keep from getting bored." He seems to barely exist, but that doesn't make sense, he's just a guy in armor right?
He takes the gauntlet and puts it back on, the armor healing quickly "Thanks, who are you anyway? If you don't mind me asking."
Theren opens his truesight.
"Phoenix. Ex-military. Recon, special forces, etc."
Theren can definitely tell what happening isn't magical.
"Grove, suit of armor, former soldier, now trapped for all eternity."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
More eyes open on his body, the pupils black. He isn't frightened. "If your intention is to hurt or scare me it isn't working." Theren says. "I've seen and been through worse."
Phoenix grabs his hand before he can touch him. "Don't. Touch. Me."
He begins to actually see the thing around him, it's just a man in plated armor, sharp spikes across the armor, claws on his hands "Others have said the same and died the same, will you be any different?"
Grove's hand comes off, "Then don't call me weird. You want to be treated with respect, I would prefer the same in return."
"I've killed eldritch horrors." he snarls. "You, on the other hand, are just a man in armor."
Phoenix scoffs, dropping down from the pull-up bar.
"176." He simply says, his appearance grows less and less, not moving faster, but still disappearing.
Grove leans against one of the trees "No, continue your workout, I didn't mean to disturb you, I just would like my hand back however."
"And? What do those numbers mean." he says, his eyes not leaving the man.
He lets go, the gauntlet crushed slightly.
"Oh don't worry, people just say certain lines and I count how many to keep from getting bored." He seems to barely exist, but that doesn't make sense, he's just a guy in armor right?
He takes the gauntlet and puts it back on, the armor healing quickly "Thanks, who are you anyway? If you don't mind me asking."
Theren opens his truesight.
"Phoenix. Ex-military. Recon, special forces, etc."
Theren can definitely tell what happening isn't magical.
"Grove, suit of armor, former soldier, now trapped for all eternity."
"Show your true self."
"sucky existence."
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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.
Prospero is on fire. He doesn't seem bothered by it, but is trying to stay away from anything that can be set alight as well.
Rottentooth has found several lost dogs, but trained them all without informing the owners when he returned them. He's currently driving away, giggling. He looks much younger.
Cathan is laying on the ground, unconscious. He has a strange weapon at his side.
*A foxfolk drops down from a nearby pine tree (I dunno how people can fit in those leaves, OUCH! X[), and looks. He crouches down, and pokes him. He then picks up and investigates the weapon.* (I can roll a check if you want.)
Cathan's eyes snap open. Red, irritated, dilated. He's on his feet so fast that the foxfolk barely sees any time between him lying down and standing.
The weapon seems to be some sort of hand-held flamethrower.
*-pat pat- he died okayish.*
"the spheres? well I can make them have an electrical current run through them or I can make them do tasks for me."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hmm,*
Ragnerious is getting a sandwich proportionate to has size, which is the largest sandwich most will ever see considering he's a 15ft dragon hybrid.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
(tonight is going to be stressful -v-)
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
"And? What do those numbers mean." he says, his eyes not leaving the man.
He lets go, the gauntlet crushed slightly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Like a drone of sorts?" She asked.
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 nods. "Yeah." he looks surprised that someone understands what he's getting at.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Prospero is on fire. He doesn't seem bothered by it, but is trying to stay away from anything that can be set alight as well.
Rottentooth has found several lost dogs, but trained them all without informing the owners when he returned them. He's currently driving away, giggling. He looks much younger.
Cathan is laying on the ground, unconscious. He has a strange weapon at his side.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh don't worry, people just say certain lines and I count how many to keep from getting bored." He seems to barely exist, but that doesn't make sense, he's just a guy in armor right?
He takes the gauntlet and puts it back on, the armor healing quickly "Thanks, who are you anyway? If you don't mind me asking."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I'm down for whatever.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
A few meters from him, the sound of blades hitting stone can be heard. An Aereni Elf dressed in black and red robes is sparring against stone golems. She has coffee-colored skin that is marred with scars. Her long ash-colored hair is tied back in a ponytail, little bits of gold woven into each strand, and dark red horns extend from her hairline into sharp points. Her eyes are bright red, flecked with gold, and her pupils are cat-like. Her robes seem to shimmer slightly in the sun, the fabric woven with adamantine threads. She artfully swings her longsword, which she pulls from a sheath shaped like a sleeping red dragon. She cuts through the golems with ease, the blade turning red hot.
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 opens his truesight.
"Phoenix. Ex-military. Recon, special forces, etc."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Interesting. What do you plan to do with them?" She asked "Besides doing tasks and such?"
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
*A foxfolk drops down from a nearby pine tree (I dunno how people can fit in those leaves, OUCH! X[), and looks. He crouches down, and pokes him. He then picks up and investigates the weapon.*
(I can roll a check if you want.)
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
*Pm? pwease?*
"Ah...well...uhm...my friend needs them...because of certain things.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren can definitely tell what happening isn't magical.
"Grove, suit of armor, former soldier, now trapped for all eternity."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Show your true self."
"sucky existence."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Yep! Sorry! Distracted.*
"For what?" She raises a brow.
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
"974." He says laughing, only disappearing more, never fully fading
"You're telling me." He says with a laugh that doesn't fill his voice.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Cathan's eyes snap open. Red, irritated, dilated. He's on his feet so fast that the foxfolk barely sees any time between him lying down and standing.
The weapon seems to be some sort of hand-held flamethrower.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*All good*
"He has a problem...and he has a plan to fix it...but its a worry some plan.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.