Omori is back to birdwatching, trying to capture that memory they felt before.
The Seer is inside the Lord's Rest Inn, watching her surroundings. It's unclear how exactly she got inside- she never entered through any of the doors.
*Hey, Yvonne, you still open? I don't think I've interacted with you much on here, if at all, and I think you have some really cool characters I want to play with.*
*Anybody else want to rp? I've got characters to spare, and even I don't remember all of them. I've got, The Hellion, the Houndmaster, the Highwayman, the Crusader, the Grave robber, the Leper, the Abomination, the Bounty Hunter, the Jester, Damian, Sanviento, Benimaru, Ragnerious, Gon, Denji, Vergil, Whitebeard, Donquixote, and the two people I just introed, which is the Cowboy type and the Dark souls type.*
*Anyone?*
*Salem? Theren?*
*erm. I wanna use my duo, the Tarnished and Helena. so whoever for that*
*Why do I even ask you to pick.*
The Crusader is walking around, eating the bones of a ghoul he had slain with his holy blade.
*Sorry....you just have a lot of characters I haven't met yet*
The Tarnished and Helena are sitting in a field weaving flowers. They both watch him as he passes by
*Don't apologize man, it isn't that big a deal, I'm just real tired man.*
He locks eyes with them, a madness in his eyes as he crunches on the raw bones of the slaughtered.
*Again, sorry..*
Helena looks very concerned.
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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.
*Anybody else want to rp? I've got characters to spare, and even I don't remember all of them. I've got, The Hellion, the Houndmaster, the Highwayman, the Crusader, the Grave robber, the Leper, the Abomination, the Bounty Hunter, the Jester, Damian, Sanviento, Benimaru, Ragnerious, Gon, Denji, Vergil, Whitebeard, Donquixote, and the two people I just introed, which is the Cowboy type and the Dark souls type.*
*Anyone?*
*Salem? Theren?*
*erm. I wanna use my duo, the Tarnished and Helena. so whoever for that*
*Why do I even ask you to pick.*
The Crusader is walking around, eating the bones of a ghoul he had slain with his holy blade.
*Sorry....you just have a lot of characters I haven't met yet*
The Tarnished and Helena are sitting in a field weaving flowers. They both watch him as he passes by
*Don't apologize man, it isn't that big a deal, I'm just real tired man.*
He locks eyes with them, a madness in his eyes as he crunches on the raw bones of the slaughtered.
*Again, sorry..*
Helena looks very concerned.
*Again, don't apologize.*
He takes his sword off his back and sticks it into the ground, along with his crusader banner.
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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? I've got characters to spare, and even I don't remember all of them. I've got, The Hellion, the Houndmaster, the Highwayman, the Crusader, the Grave robber, the Leper, the Abomination, the Bounty Hunter, the Jester, Damian, Sanviento, Benimaru, Ragnerious, Gon, Denji, Vergil, Whitebeard, Donquixote, and the two people I just introed, which is the Cowboy type and the Dark souls type.*
*Anyone?*
*Salem? Theren?*
*erm. I wanna use my duo, the Tarnished and Helena. so whoever for that*
*Why do I even ask you to pick.*
The Crusader is walking around, eating the bones of a ghoul he had slain with his holy blade.
*Sorry....you just have a lot of characters I haven't met yet*
The Tarnished and Helena are sitting in a field weaving flowers. They both watch him as he passes by
*Don't apologize man, it isn't that big a deal, I'm just real tired man.*
He locks eyes with them, a madness in his eyes as he crunches on the raw bones of the slaughtered.
*Again, sorry..*
Helena looks very concerned.
*Again, don't apologize.*
He takes his sword off his back and sticks it into the ground, along with his crusader banner.
The Tarnished clenches his metal encased fists.
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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.
She sobs into her shoulder, hugging her tightly. The Tarnished shifts in his seat, looking a bit uncomfortable
She pats her head "Its okay dear, its okay. You are mourning those you lost. They wouldn't want to be hungry because of them, however. Eat for them."
The Tarnished pushes the bowl towards her a bit. Helena nods, shakily picking up the spoon.
Allison smiles "There you go honey. Ill go get you some tea." She walks off and returns a moment later.
Helena is still a bit shaky as she tries to eat. She drops the spoon for the 4th time. The Tarnished gently scoops up a small bit of soup with the spoon and helps her eat it.
Allison sets the tea down on the table and gently pats her back.
John stands up, raising a brow, his scales sparkling like emeralds.
She shakes her head "It's okay, just don't want you getting hurt."
"You are." She chirps.
His groups of scales shine like rubies in the sun, his voice rumbles "Who are you?"
He rubs the back of his head "It just doesn't stop happening for some reason. I'll do my best."
He turns around quickly "Huh?!" He hugs her tightly "But I don't know Morgana!"
"My name is John Price son, and you?" He said, his eyes narrowing.
"Luck is not on your side." She laughs gently "You okay? Any scrapes any bruises?"
She pats his back "If she hurts you in anyways, I will personally destroy her, curse her spirit to live in torment, and then make her watch as you continue living happily,"
"Ragnerious, ain't got a last name. Everyone just calls me Rag anyway." He sits down on the ground, a towering monster even while seated.
He looks around himself "I don't think so, and if I do I'll find them later." He walks inside the tavern "How are you doing?"
He cries slightly into her chest "Please don't I like her and I wouldn't want her hurt, even if she would hurt me." He sighs "I just... don't want to be the man I am now, because I don't thinks that's enough."
"Hm." He tilts his head, chuckling "Big fellow arent you?"
"I am doing well actually! was productive today!"
"Dear, you are good enough. You are more than enough." She says, hugging him tightly.
She sobs into her shoulder, hugging her tightly. The Tarnished shifts in his seat, looking a bit uncomfortable
She pats her head "Its okay dear, its okay. You are mourning those you lost. They wouldn't want to be hungry because of them, however. Eat for them."
The Tarnished pushes the bowl towards her a bit. Helena nods, shakily picking up the spoon.
Allison smiles "There you go honey. Ill go get you some tea." She walks off and returns a moment later.
Helena is still a bit shaky as she tries to eat. She drops the spoon for the 4th time. The Tarnished gently scoops up a small bit of soup with the spoon and helps her eat it.
Allison sets the tea down on the table and gently pats her back.
The Tarnished nods in his thanks. Helena shakily sips the tea.
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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.
She sobs into her shoulder, hugging her tightly. The Tarnished shifts in his seat, looking a bit uncomfortable
She pats her head "Its okay dear, its okay. You are mourning those you lost. They wouldn't want to be hungry because of them, however. Eat for them."
The Tarnished pushes the bowl towards her a bit. Helena nods, shakily picking up the spoon.
Allison smiles "There you go honey. Ill go get you some tea." She walks off and returns a moment later.
Helena is still a bit shaky as she tries to eat. She drops the spoon for the 4th time. The Tarnished gently scoops up a small bit of soup with the spoon and helps her eat it.
Allison sets the tea down on the table and gently pats her back.
The Tarnished nods in his thanks. Helena shakily sips the tea.
John stands up, raising a brow, his scales sparkling like emeralds.
She shakes her head "It's okay, just don't want you getting hurt."
"You are." She chirps.
His groups of scales shine like rubies in the sun, his voice rumbles "Who are you?"
He rubs the back of his head "It just doesn't stop happening for some reason. I'll do my best."
He turns around quickly "Huh?!" He hugs her tightly "But I don't know Morgana!"
"My name is John Price son, and you?" He said, his eyes narrowing.
"Luck is not on your side." She laughs gently "You okay? Any scrapes any bruises?"
She pats his back "If she hurts you in anyways, I will personally destroy her, curse her spirit to live in torment, and then make her watch as you continue living happily,"
"Ragnerious, ain't got a last name. Everyone just calls me Rag anyway." He sits down on the ground, a towering monster even while seated.
He looks around himself "I don't think so, and if I do I'll find them later." He walks inside the tavern "How are you doing?"
He cries slightly into her chest "Please don't I like her and I wouldn't want her hurt, even if she would hurt me." He sighs "I just... don't want to be the man I am now, because I don't thinks that's enough."
"Hm." He tilts his head, chuckling "Big fellow arent you?"
"I am doing well actually! was productive today!"
"Dear, you are good enough. You are more than enough." She says, hugging him tightly.
He looks down "I'd say I'm big, I wouldn't know, haven't met any other dragon hybrids before."
His mask smiles "That's fabulous to hear, fantastic in fact."
His grey eyes look up into hers "Thank you Morgana, you are too nice. I really needed to talk to you."
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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.'
The half-elf snores lightly, the worry lines and old scars looking slightly faded as he sleeps
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hey, Yvonne, you still open? I don't think I've interacted with you much on here, if at all, and I think you have some really cool characters I want to play with.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Again, sorry..*
Helena looks very concerned.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Again, don't apologize.*
He takes his sword off his back and sticks it into the ground, along with his crusader banner.
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.)
The Tarnished clenches his metal encased fists.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren shifts a bit in his sleep, muttering as he slowly wakes up
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Allison sets the tea down on the table and gently pats her back.
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 Crusader clenches his own, putting the helm back onto his head.
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.)
"Hm." He tilts his head, chuckling "Big fellow arent you?"
"I am doing well actually! was productive today!"
"Dear, you are good enough. You are more than enough." She says, hugging him tightly.
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 Tarnished nods in his thanks. Helena shakily sips the tea.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Alix looks over and waves, his tail wagging happily
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 keeps an eye on them awhile longer.
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 Tarnished stands, going eye to eye with the crusader.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Thanks." he murmurs, picking up a book on fatherhood and sighing.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Oh, hello. I heard this was a place where soup was made."
(Sorry, was busy.)
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
"Not just soup dear, all kinds of meals!" She laughs heartly
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 looks into the Tarnished's eyes, tossing his meal to the ground.
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 looks down "I'd say I'm big, I wouldn't know, haven't met any other dragon hybrids before."
His mask smiles "That's fabulous to hear, fantastic in fact."
His grey eyes look up into hers "Thank you Morgana, you are too nice. I really needed to talk to you."
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.)