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
*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.
Rag puts down his sandwich and decides to get off the ground. He walks over, his sheer weight cracking the stone on the ground, the heat radiating from his body enough to melt any stone if it gets too close, but not enough to hurt the elf as they regulate it. He takes his axe off his belt and rests it on his shoulder "Do you need any help with that?" He says in his heavy although friendly voice.
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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.
Rag puts down his sandwich and decides to get off the ground. He walks over, his sheer weight cracking the stone on the ground, the heat radiating from his body enough to melt any stone if it gets too close, but not enough to hurt the elf as they regulate it. He takes his axe off his belt and rests it on his shoulder "Do you need any help with that?" He says in his heavy although friendly voice.
She looks up and shakes her head "Nothing I have not done before." She said and chuckles.
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
*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.
Rag puts down his sandwich and decides to get off the ground. He walks over, his sheer weight cracking the stone on the ground, the heat radiating from his body enough to melt any stone if it gets too close, but not enough to hurt the elf as they regulate it. He takes his axe off his belt and rests it on his shoulder "Do you need any help with that?" He says in his heavy although friendly voice.
She looks up and shakes her head "Nothing I have not done before." She said and chuckles.
He puts his axe back on his belt, laughing as well as he sits down and watches "I'll leave you to it then."
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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.
Rag puts down his sandwich and decides to get off the ground. He walks over, his sheer weight cracking the stone on the ground, the heat radiating from his body enough to melt any stone if it gets too close, but not enough to hurt the elf as they regulate it. He takes his axe off his belt and rests it on his shoulder "Do you need any help with that?" He says in his heavy although friendly voice.
She looks up and shakes her head "Nothing I have not done before." She said and chuckles.
He puts his axe back on his belt, laughing as well as he sits down and watches "I'll leave you to it then."
She nods, waving. She turns around to the golems and opens her mouth. Fire expels rapidly, burning the stone golemns, and superheating them.
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.
*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.
Rag puts down his sandwich and decides to get off the ground. He walks over, his sheer weight cracking the stone on the ground, the heat radiating from his body enough to melt any stone if it gets too close, but not enough to hurt the elf as they regulate it. He takes his axe off his belt and rests it on his shoulder "Do you need any help with that?" He says in his heavy although friendly voice.
She looks up and shakes her head "Nothing I have not done before." She said and chuckles.
He puts his axe back on his belt, laughing as well as he sits down and watches "I'll leave you to it then."
She nods, waving. She turns around to the golems and opens her mouth. Fire expels rapidly, burning the stone golemns, and superheating them.
He laughs heartily and slaps his leg, making a sound like lightning crashing, the action breaking the stone even farther underneath him, although accidentally.
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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.'
(Foxfolk samurai who's an overall pain in the arse, and some noble thief that has WAY too many rapiers that he shines HOURLY, but is at least predictable.)
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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...
(anyone open?)
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
"Show yourself.."
Phoenix raises an eyebrow
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"How so?" She asks, sitting down.
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
"If you can believe it, only 712."
He sighs after a while "It isn't bad, but is never has been that good, just living."
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.)
"He had me craft this sword for him. And...he plans on sacrificing himself....but he has a wife and kids.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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.)
"Im sure I can."
"More like surviving."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Rag puts down his sandwich and decides to get off the ground. He walks over, his sheer weight cracking the stone on the ground, the heat radiating from his body enough to melt any stone if it gets too close, but not enough to hurt the elf as they regulate it. He takes his axe off his belt and rests it on his shoulder "Do you need any help with that?" He says in his heavy although friendly 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.)
She blinks "A sacrifice? How... selfish."
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
Suddenly he stops moving, fully visible, the Shredder (yes the one from TMNT, specifically 2012)
"Never thriving, never dead."
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.)
She looks up and shakes her head "Nothing I have not done before." She said and chuckles.
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
(Blehhh :3)
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
"he's doing it to protect others from this evil...you don't know him how I do ma'am."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(who do you got)
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
He puts his axe back on his belt, laughing as well as he sits down and watches "I'll leave you to it then."
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.)
"Still. A sacrifice means leaving everyone behind. That is selfish."
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 nods, waving. She turns around to the golems and opens her mouth. Fire expels rapidly, burning the stone golemns, and superheating them.
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
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He laughs heartily and slaps his leg, making a sound like lightning crashing, the action breaking the stone even farther underneath him, although accidentally.
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.)
(Foxfolk samurai who's an overall pain in the arse, and some noble thief that has WAY too many rapiers that he shines HOURLY, but is at least predictable.)
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