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.
*Does anyone feel like interacting?*
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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.
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.
*Does anyone feel like interacting?*
*Do you think any of mine would be good here? If not I’ll stay back and watch.*
"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.
She smiles back "that's a nice name... I like you. Your nice. Most of the people here are nice actually. I think you'll fit right in."
“I am happy to hear that. I have heard of this place, somewhere outside of the norm, somewhere beautiful things can be found. Would you like another cookie?”
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.
*Does anyone feel like interacting?*
*Do you think any of mine would be good here? If not I’ll stay back and watch.*
*I just want someone to interact. I spent a lot of time on these two*
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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.
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.
They encounter a small stand selling toys and treats, from tiny colorful candies to entire wedding cakes. Dolls and their houses, plushies and their sweet scents, all so wonderfully hand-crafted that any child would cry tears of joy upon receiving one. The owner is a tall, beautiful, pale man in dark flowing clothing, stitching together a plush dragon. When he sees the "duo," he stops and waves. "Welcome, valued customers! Perhaps you would like a sweet after your journey?"
*Messmer was one of this guy's inspirations, so I had to bring him in for this.*
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.
*Does anyone feel like interacting?*
*Do you think any of mine would be good here? If not I’ll stay back and watch.*
*I just want someone to interact. I spent a lot of time on these two*
*Then I’ll try to think of someone, but rn I might have to go soon. Maybe Gon, or the Highwayman. What is these two’s kinda vibe would you say?*
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.
They encounter a small stand selling toys and treats, from tiny colorful candies to entire wedding cakes. Dolls and their houses, plushies and their sweet scents, all so wonderfully hand-crafted that any child would cry tears of joy upon receiving one. The owner is a tall, beautiful, pale man in dark flowing clothing, stitching together a plush dragon. When he sees the "duo," he stops and waves. "Welcome, valued customers! Perhaps you would like a sweet after your journey?"
*Messmer was one of this guy's inspirations, so I had to bring him in for this.*
*alr*
The man in plate looks at the woman who nods quickly, walking over. The man follows quietly.
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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.
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.
*Does anyone feel like interacting?*
*Do you think any of mine would be good here? If not I’ll stay back and watch.*
*I just want someone to interact. I spent a lot of time on these two*
*Then I’ll try to think of someone, but rn I might have to go soon. Maybe Gon, or the Highwayman. What is these two’s kinda vibe would you say?*
*Chill unless attacked*
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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.
"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.
She smiles back "that's a nice name... I like you. Your nice. Most of the people here are nice actually. I think you'll fit right in."
“I am happy to hear that. I have heard of this place, somewhere outside of the norm, somewhere beautiful things can be found. Would you like another cookie?”
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.
*Does anyone feel like interacting?*
*Do you think any of mine would be good here? If not I’ll stay back and watch.*
*I just want someone to interact. I spent a lot of time on these two*
*Then I’ll try to think of someone, but rn I might have to go soon. Maybe Gon, or the Highwayman. What is these two’s kinda vibe would you say?*
*Chill unless attacked*
*Hmm, Gon it is.*
They sense someone watching them from a tree nearby, when they turn to look they see a child in a T shirt and green short standing on a tree branch, waving at them.
"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.
She smiles back "that's a nice name... I like you. Your nice. Most of the people here are nice actually. I think you'll fit right in."
“I am happy to hear that. I have heard of this place, somewhere outside of the norm, somewhere beautiful things can be found. Would you like another cookie?”
"Oh! Yes please!"
He hands them another, “This is joy.” It tastes like you’ve experienced every good thing that has every happened to you all at once.
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.
*Does anyone feel like interacting?*
*Do you think any of mine would be good here? If not I’ll stay back and watch.*
*I just want someone to interact. I spent a lot of time on these two*
*Then I’ll try to think of someone, but rn I might have to go soon. Maybe Gon, or the Highwayman. What is these two’s kinda vibe would you say?*
*Chill unless attacked*
*Hmm, Gon it is.*
They sense someone watching them from a tree nearby, when they turn to look they see a child in a T shirt and green short standing on a tree branch, waving at them.
The man in plate stares at him while the woman waves back
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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.
They encounter a small stand selling toys and treats, from tiny colorful candies to entire wedding cakes. Dolls and their houses, plushies and their sweet scents, all so wonderfully hand-crafted that any child would cry tears of joy upon receiving one. The owner is a tall, beautiful, pale man in dark flowing clothing, stitching together a plush dragon. When he sees the "duo," he stops and waves. "Welcome, valued customers! Perhaps you would like a sweet after your journey?"
*Messmer was one of this guy's inspirations, so I had to bring him in for this.*
*alr*
The man in plate looks at the woman who nods quickly, walking over. The man follows quietly.
"I have a great many things for sale." He offers them both cupcakes. "It's not usual that I get adventurers! They seem very common here, though. So, if you don't mind me asking, where are you from?"
They encounter a small stand selling toys and treats, from tiny colorful candies to entire wedding cakes. Dolls and their houses, plushies and their sweet scents, all so wonderfully hand-crafted that any child would cry tears of joy upon receiving one. The owner is a tall, beautiful, pale man in dark flowing clothing, stitching together a plush dragon. When he sees the "duo," he stops and waves. "Welcome, valued customers! Perhaps you would like a sweet after your journey?"
*Messmer was one of this guy's inspirations, so I had to bring him in for this.*
*alr*
The man in plate looks at the woman who nods quickly, walking over. The man follows quietly.
"I have a great many things for sale." He offers them both cupcakes. "It's not usual that I get adventurers! They seem very common here, though. So, if you don't mind me asking, where are you from?"
the man doesn't say anything, not taking a cupcake. The woman on the other hand takes one and bites daintily into it. "These are wonderful!" she says happily. "And for where we are from, its a long way off from here."
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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.
"I have a great many things for sale." He offers them both cupcakes. "It's not usual that I get adventurers! They seem very common here, though. So, if you don't mind me asking, where are you from?"
the man doesn't say anything, not taking a cupcake. The woman on the other hand takes one and bites daintily into it. "These are wonderful!" she says happily. "And for where we are from, its a long way off from here."
"Ah, I've been there. Must be quite a difference to come all the way here, huh?" He chuckles. He pulls out a handmade plush of a Land Octopus. "Ever hugged one of these guys? Very soft, if you can past the blood drinking. Fortunately, toys don't do that."
He hands them another, “This is joy.” It tastes like you’ve experienced every good thing that has every happened to you all at once.
She takes a bite and her eyes light up again and she does a few happy bounces "oh this is wonderful! Thank you so so much!" She giggles "is there any way I can repay you for this? Maybe I could make you a plushie?"
"I have a great many things for sale." He offers them both cupcakes. "It's not usual that I get adventurers! They seem very common here, though. So, if you don't mind me asking, where are you from?"
the man doesn't say anything, not taking a cupcake. The woman on the other hand takes one and bites daintily into it. "These are wonderful!" she says happily. "And for where we are from, its a long way off from here."
"Ah, I've been there. Must be quite a difference to come all the way here, huh?" He chuckles. He pulls out a handmade plush of a Land Octopus. "Ever hugged one of these guys? Very soft, if you can past the blood drinking. Fortunately, toys don't do that."
She nods while the man just stays quiet. She looks at the man in plate. "Can we buy the Octopus? Please!!" she says, happily.
The man hesitates before nodding, handing her some money.
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She smiles back "that's a nice name... I like you. Your nice. Most of the people here are nice actually. I think you'll fit right in."
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
*good morning!*
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
*Does anyone feel like interacting?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Do you think any of mine would be good here? If not I’ll stay back and watch.*
“I am happy to hear that. I have heard of this place, somewhere outside of the norm, somewhere beautiful things can be found. Would you like another cookie?”
*I just want someone to interact. I spent a lot of time on these two*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(Morning you two goobers! :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
They encounter a small stand selling toys and treats, from tiny colorful candies to entire wedding cakes. Dolls and their houses, plushies and their sweet scents, all so wonderfully hand-crafted that any child would cry tears of joy upon receiving one. The owner is a tall, beautiful, pale man in dark flowing clothing, stitching together a plush dragon. When he sees the "duo," he stops and waves. "Welcome, valued customers! Perhaps you would like a sweet after your journey?"
*Messmer was one of this guy's inspirations, so I had to bring him in for this.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Then I’ll try to think of someone, but rn I might have to go soon. Maybe Gon, or the Highwayman. What is these two’s kinda vibe would you say?*
*alr*
The man in plate looks at the woman who nods quickly, walking over. The man follows quietly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Chill unless attacked*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Oh! Yes please!"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
*Hmm, Gon it is.*
They sense someone watching them from a tree nearby, when they turn to look they see a child in a T shirt and green short standing on a tree branch, waving at them.
He hands them another, “This is joy.” It tastes like you’ve experienced every good thing that has every happened to you all at once.
The man in plate stares at him while the woman waves back
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I have a great many things for sale." He offers them both cupcakes. "It's not usual that I get adventurers! They seem very common here, though. So, if you don't mind me asking, where are you from?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
the man doesn't say anything, not taking a cupcake. The woman on the other hand takes one and bites daintily into it. "These are wonderful!" she says happily. "And for where we are from, its a long way off from here."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Ah, I've been there. Must be quite a difference to come all the way here, huh?" He chuckles. He pulls out a handmade plush of a Land Octopus. "Ever hugged one of these guys? Very soft, if you can past the blood drinking. Fortunately, toys don't do that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She takes a bite and her eyes light up again and she does a few happy bounces "oh this is wonderful! Thank you so so much!" She giggles "is there any way I can repay you for this? Maybe I could make you a plushie?"
*Sorry I'm so slow*
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
She nods while the man just stays quiet. She looks at the man in plate. "Can we buy the Octopus? Please!!" she says, happily.
The man hesitates before nodding, handing her some money.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.