There is something special about concepts, idea of things that people cannot simply touch or see. The idea of sunlight, the idea of rain, the ideas of life or death. They all hold some weight to them that cannot be easily understood, some spend their entire lives philosophizing about such things to just get a little bit closer to what it all means. In the end, only the gods and absolute beings, embodiments of such concepts, can truly scratch the surface of their meaning, diving into the hidden depths of true knowledge.
Inside the town a coldness fills the air, although not the kind that makes you shiver, rather an empty, meaningless cold. Something walks through the streets, the source of the cold like a hole in space, time, or even reality itself, something that should not be seen and is yet here. In traditional chef’s white clothes, the material seemingly made by something beyond conception, and large matching chef’s hat. Their body looks sculpted of man and yet of the stars, clusters of galaxies glistening within their being as they carry a tray of cookies to the Inn.
Blanc comes up to them and walks next to them "ooo! you look so pretty! And those look really good! what kind of cookies are they? Can I buy one?"
"You are suggesting that you face not only a nightmare god, but two gods in one body. Perhaps if you learned the proper techniques for facing such a being in its own domain. Now is not the time to fight. We must think of the people first. The collateral damage of such a fight would be unthinkable. No matter how we handle this, we must leave the castle and my people. For their safety. Lords usually don't even bat an eye at a monster anyway, no matter how strong."
He sighs, his aura dying down "I refuse to let... This all happen.. and I stand by.. and do.. nothing..." He says, gripping his club. His cat crawls up his armor, blinking. "I cannot... Let it .. happen."
"You won't be doing nothing. Find me on the material." It coils, compressing and reshaping into a tall, pale, beautiful human man. "I will be in hiding. I will teach you the proper magic. Then we will return and put down this monster... I hope. Someone will have to take its power after its defeat... I hope whoever it is knows what they're doing. You have a good heart to help me so quickly, but such a heart will get you killed."
"You are suggesting that you face not only a nightmare god, but two gods in one body. Perhaps if you learned the proper techniques for facing such a being in its own domain. Now is not the time to fight. We must think of the people first. The collateral damage of such a fight would be unthinkable. No matter how we handle this, we must leave the castle and my people. For their safety. Lords usually don't even bat an eye at a monster anyway, no matter how strong."
He sighs, his aura dying down "I refuse to let... This all happen.. and I stand by.. and do.. nothing..." He says, gripping his club. His cat crawls up his armor, blinking. "I cannot... Let it .. happen."
"You won't be doing nothing. Find me on the material." It coils, compressing and reshaping into a tall, pale, beautiful human man. "I will be in hiding. I will teach you the proper magic. Then we will return and put down this monster... I hope. Someone will have to take its power after its defeat... I hope whoever it is knows what they're doing. You have a good heart to help me so quickly, but such a heart will get you killed."
Ichigo lowers his gaze, staring at the floor, but nods anyways.
There is something special about concepts, idea of things that people cannot simply touch or see. The idea of sunlight, the idea of rain, the ideas of life or death. They all hold some weight to them that cannot be easily understood, some spend their entire lives philosophizing about such things to just get a little bit closer to what it all means. In the end, only the gods and absolute beings, embodiments of such concepts, can truly scratch the surface of their meaning, diving into the hidden depths of true knowledge.
Inside the town a coldness fills the air, although not the kind that makes you shiver, rather an empty, meaningless cold. Something walks through the streets, the source of the cold like a hole in space, time, or even reality itself, something that should not be seen and is yet here. In traditional chef’s white clothes, the material seemingly made by something beyond conception, and large matching chef’s hat. Their body looks sculpted of man and yet of the stars, clusters of galaxies glistening within their being as they carry a tray of cookies to the Inn.
Blanc comes up to them and walks next to them "ooo! you look so pretty! And those look really good! what kind of cookies are they? Can I buy one?"
The… man? looks down to them, some stars on their face filling the void with a smile made of starlight, a voice like the silent abyss coming out, although sounding comforting “Hello little one, these cookies are made of hope. You seem nice, I’ll give you one for free, here.” He takes a cookie off the tray and hands it to them, it tastes like she knows that best is yet to come, and when it does come it will be better than anything before.
"You won't be doing nothing. Find me on the material." It coils, compressing and reshaping into a tall, pale, beautiful human man. "I will be in hiding. I will teach you the proper magic. Then we will return and put down this monster... I hope. Someone will have to take its power after its defeat... I hope whoever it is knows what they're doing. You have a good heart to help me so quickly, but such a heart will get you killed."
Ichigo lowers his gaze, staring at the floor, but nods anyways.
"I will help you as much as possible, but now I must leave. It would be wise of you two to leave as well." He picks up his case. "I'm sorry." He says, not to anyone in particular as he disappears to the material plane.
Blanc comes up to them and walks next to them "ooo! you look so pretty! And those look really good! what kind of cookies are they? Can I buy one?"
The… man? looks down to them, some stars on their face filling the void with a smile made of starlight, a voice like the silent abyss coming out, although sounding comforting “Hello little one, these cookies are made of hope. You seem nice, I’ll give you one for free, here.” He takes a cookie off the tray and hands it to them, it tastes like she knows that best is yet to come, and when it does come it will be better than anything Before
Her eyes light up and water a bit when she eats it "thank you... I-... I Needed this... One moment" She looks in her bag and pulls out a single beautiful rose in a jar. It looks like a rainbow decided to live in its petals, and a clear stem that acts as a prism. It's not growing in sand or dirt, but rather beads of glass with puffs of fog in them. "This is my prettiest kind of flower, if you want it. It's supposed to last for three years after it's cut"
"You won't be doing nothing. Find me on the material." It coils, compressing and reshaping into a tall, pale, beautiful human man. "I will be in hiding. I will teach you the proper magic. Then we will return and put down this monster... I hope. Someone will have to take its power after its defeat... I hope whoever it is knows what they're doing. You have a good heart to help me so quickly, but such a heart will get you killed."
Ichigo lowers his gaze, staring at the floor, but nods anyways.
"I will help you as much as possible, but now I must leave. It would be wise of you two to leave as well." He picks up his case. "I'm sorry." He says, not to anyone in particular as he disappears to the material plane.
Ichigo looks down at Felix and nods "We.. should.. leave as.. well..."
The fallen leaves tell a story, a fallen and disgraced warrior and his mage. Both cast out from their far off lands, met by pure fate. They became one in the same, able to understand each other with a simple look. A duo of power and strength to match some of the horrors of this world.
The fallen leaves swirl around a duo walking through the woods. A man in full plate armor with a sword at his hip and a shield on his back. His silver armor is tarnished and dirty, not what it once was in the olden days. His gauntleted hands rest at his side as he walks next to a woman. The woman is a bit shorter than the man in armor. She wears a maroon dress and has flowing black hair that reaches her shoulders. Her brown eyes take in the woods with wonder, a nice smile on her face. A satchel hangs from her shoulder, the end of a small staff poking out of it.
As the duo walks through the woods, the man stays silent while the woman talks with joy in her voice, pointing out animals and plants to the man.
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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.
Blanc comes up to them and walks next to them "ooo! you look so pretty! And those look really good! what kind of cookies are they? Can I buy one?"
The… man? looks down to them, some stars on their face filling the void with a smile made of starlight, a voice like the silent abyss coming out, although sounding comforting “Hello little one, these cookies are made of hope. You seem nice, I’ll give you one for free, here.” He takes a cookie off the tray and hands it to them, it tastes like she knows that best is yet to come, and when it does come it will be better than anything Before
Her eyes light up and water a bit when she eats it "thank you... I-... I Needed this... One moment" She looks in her bag and pulls out a single beautiful rose in a jar. It looks like a rainbow decided to live in its petals, and a clear stem that acts as a prism. It's not growing in sand or dirt, but rather beads of glass with puffs of fog in them. "This is my prettiest kind of flower, if you want it. It's supposed to last for three years after it's cut"
They take the rose in one hand, and then put it onto their apron, their hands moving over it in a way that gives it some kind of divine sheen, glinting with stardust “I am happy I could help you child, if you ever want anything else from me you can simply ask. What is your name?” He leans down to what would be eye level, despite having no eyes.
"I will help you as much as possible, but now I must leave. It would be wise of you two to leave as well." He picks up his case. "I'm sorry." He says, not to anyone in particular as he disappears to the material plane.
Ichigo looks down at Felix and nods "We.. should.. leave as.. well..."
"Y-Yeah." Felix seems a bit upset by the whole situation. He looks around the room and finds a crayon, which he uses to open another portal.
Blanc comes up to them and walks next to them "ooo! you look so pretty! And those look really good! what kind of cookies are they? Can I buy one?"
The… man? looks down to them, some stars on their face filling the void with a smile made of starlight, a voice like the silent abyss coming out, although sounding comforting “Hello little one, these cookies are made of hope. You seem nice, I’ll give you one for free, here.” He takes a cookie off the tray and hands it to them, it tastes like she knows that best is yet to come, and when it does come it will be better than anything Before
Her eyes light up and water a bit when she eats it "thank you... I-... I Needed this... One moment" She looks in her bag and pulls out a single beautiful rose in a jar. It looks like a rainbow decided to live in its petals, and a clear stem that acts as a prism. It's not growing in sand or dirt, but rather beads of glass with puffs of fog in them. "This is my prettiest kind of flower, if you want it. It's supposed to last for three years after it's cut"
They take the rose in one hand, and then put it onto their apron, their hands moving over it in a way that gives it some kind of divine sheen, glinting with stardust “I am happy I could help you child, if you ever want anything else from me you can simply ask. What is your name?” He leans down to what would be eye level, despite having no eyes.
"I'm Blanc. My freind used to call call me fishy though. I sell flowers."
Blanc comes up to them and walks next to them "ooo! you look so pretty! And those look really good! what kind of cookies are they? Can I buy one?"
The… man? looks down to them, some stars on their face filling the void with a smile made of starlight, a voice like the silent abyss coming out, although sounding comforting “Hello little one, these cookies are made of hope. You seem nice, I’ll give you one for free, here.” He takes a cookie off the tray and hands it to them, it tastes like she knows that best is yet to come, and when it does come it will be better than anything Before
Her eyes light up and water a bit when she eats it "thank you... I-... I Needed this... One moment" She looks in her bag and pulls out a single beautiful rose in a jar. It looks like a rainbow decided to live in its petals, and a clear stem that acts as a prism. It's not growing in sand or dirt, but rather beads of glass with puffs of fog in them. "This is my prettiest kind of flower, if you want it. It's supposed to last for three years after it's cut"
They take the rose in one hand, and then put it onto their apron, their hands moving over it in a way that gives it some kind of divine sheen, glinting with stardust “I am happy I could help you child, if you ever want anything else from me you can simply ask. What is your name?” He leans down to what would be eye level, despite having no eyes.
"I'm Blanc. My freind used to call call me fishy though. I sell flowers."
“Then hello Blanc, I am Oblivion.” They do what she could imagine is a smile.
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
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"Mn... But you want something?" He raises a brow, folding his arms .
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
*[Looks down from up north in Rhode Island.] Man, y'all are suffering down there. Be safe.*
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
*hello everyone. I'm currently working on an intro for a new character. Well, characters. But they're played at the same time. Its...confusing*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Blanc comes up to them and walks next to them "ooo! you look so pretty! And those look really good! what kind of cookies are they? Can I buy one?"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
*Bro, it’s been 50 degree for two days straight after insane heat, I can’t take this cold man.*
"You won't be doing nothing. Find me on the material." It coils, compressing and reshaping into a tall, pale, beautiful human man. "I will be in hiding. I will teach you the proper magic. Then we will return and put down this monster... I hope. Someone will have to take its power after its defeat... I hope whoever it is knows what they're doing. You have a good heart to help me so quickly, but such a heart will get you killed."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I did, and I suggested that Viper interact since both of my current characters are occupied with story stuff.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Ichigo lowers his gaze, staring at the floor, but nods anyways.
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? looks down to them, some stars on their face filling the void with a smile made of starlight, a voice like the silent abyss coming out, although sounding comforting “Hello little one, these cookies are made of hope. You seem nice, I’ll give you one for free, here.” He takes a cookie off the tray and hands it to them, it tastes like she knows that best is yet to come, and when it does come it will be better than anything before.
"I will help you as much as possible, but now I must leave. It would be wise of you two to leave as well." He picks up his case. "I'm sorry." He says, not to anyone in particular as he disappears to the material plane.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(Ooh?)
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
Her eyes light up and water a bit when she eats it "thank you... I-... I Needed this... One moment" She looks in her bag and pulls out a single beautiful rose in a jar. It looks like a rainbow decided to live in its petals, and a clear stem that acts as a prism. It's not growing in sand or dirt, but rather beads of glass with puffs of fog in them. "This is my prettiest kind of flower, if you want it. It's supposed to last for three years after it's cut"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
Ichigo looks down at Felix and nods "We.. should.. leave as.. well..."
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 fallen leaves tell a story, a fallen and disgraced warrior and his mage. Both cast out from their far off lands, met by pure fate. They became one in the same, able to understand each other with a simple look. A duo of power and strength to match some of the horrors of this world.
The fallen leaves swirl around a duo walking through the woods. A man in full plate armor with a sword at his hip and a shield on his back. His silver armor is tarnished and dirty, not what it once was in the olden days. His gauntleted hands rest at his side as he walks next to a woman. The woman is a bit shorter than the man in armor. She wears a maroon dress and has flowing black hair that reaches her shoulders. Her brown eyes take in the woods with wonder, a nice smile on her face. A satchel hangs from her shoulder, the end of a small staff poking out of it.
As the duo walks through the woods, the man stays silent while the woman talks with joy in her voice, pointing out animals and plants to the man.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They take the rose in one hand, and then put it onto their apron, their hands moving over it in a way that gives it some kind of divine sheen, glinting with stardust “I am happy I could help you child, if you ever want anything else from me you can simply ask. What is your name?” He leans down to what would be eye level, despite having no eyes.
(LOUISIANA WEATHER SUCKS! RAAAAAH! D:)
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
"Y-Yeah." Felix seems a bit upset by the whole situation. He looks around the room and finds a crayon, which he uses to open another portal.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I'm Blanc. My freind used to call call me fishy though. I sell flowers."
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
“Then hello Blanc, I am Oblivion.” They do what she could imagine is a smile.
(good morning everyone)
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