“I’m not? How come? Can you see the future or something?”
The Leper takes off his mask once more with a deep breath, revealing his horrifically destroyed face.
Benimaru moves his mop off his shoulder "Because I'll melt that armor with you in it, if you do."
Riotan displays no aversion to his face at all, having most certainly seen far more horrific things.
“Ohh. Okay. Sorry, didn’t mean to offend.“
He smiles, his skin cracking and bleeding as he does so "Happy to see you aren't horrified."
Benimaru moves the mop back "Good, we understand each other."
“I skin people alive and invert their endocrine systems. This is nothing. And I would never be so shallow as to think one’s nature is skin deep.”
Loriche grins at him. “But I mean… they’re not using their skin, aren’t they?”
He sighs "You'd be surprised by how many people do, but it brings a little bit of hope to hear that even a demon knows that much." He puts down his whetstone.
His left eye glows and the mop erupts into flames "Do it, you die. That simple."
“That’s silly. Appearances mean nothing. Everyone is the same deep down: full of humors and viscera that are oh so fun to remove!”
She puts her hands up defensively. “Kidding! I was kidding!”
He chuckles and shakes his head "You are... a confusingly interesting person you know that?"
He takes a deep breath before the flames disappear "Sorry, but if you hadn't noticed, I'm not exactly someone who enjoys jokes about disrespecting the dead."
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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.'
“I’m not? How come? Can you see the future or something?”
The Leper takes off his mask once more with a deep breath, revealing his horrifically destroyed face.
Benimaru moves his mop off his shoulder "Because I'll melt that armor with you in it, if you do."
Riotan displays no aversion to his face at all, having most certainly seen far more horrific things.
“Ohh. Okay. Sorry, didn’t mean to offend.“
He smiles, his skin cracking and bleeding as he does so "Happy to see you aren't horrified."
Benimaru moves the mop back "Good, we understand each other."
“I skin people alive and invert their endocrine systems. This is nothing. And I would never be so shallow as to think one’s nature is skin deep.”
Loriche grins at him. “But I mean… they’re not using their skin, aren’t they?”
He sighs "You'd be surprised by how many people do, but it brings a little bit of hope to hear that even a demon knows that much." He puts down his whetstone.
His left eye glows and the mop erupts into flames "Do it, you die. That simple."
“That’s silly. Appearances mean nothing. Everyone is the same deep down: full of humors and viscera that are oh so fun to remove!”
She puts her hands up defensively. “Kidding! I was kidding!”
He chuckles and shakes his head "You are... a confusingly interesting person you know that?"
He takes a deep breath before the flames disappear "Sorry, but if you hadn't noticed, I'm not exactly someone who enjoys jokes about disrespecting the dead."
“I’ve been told that before, yes.”
“It’s all good. But since, you know, I AM the dead, I guess I see it more lightly.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“I’m not? How come? Can you see the future or something?”
The Leper takes off his mask once more with a deep breath, revealing his horrifically destroyed face.
Benimaru moves his mop off his shoulder "Because I'll melt that armor with you in it, if you do."
Riotan displays no aversion to his face at all, having most certainly seen far more horrific things.
“Ohh. Okay. Sorry, didn’t mean to offend.“
He smiles, his skin cracking and bleeding as he does so "Happy to see you aren't horrified."
Benimaru moves the mop back "Good, we understand each other."
“I skin people alive and invert their endocrine systems. This is nothing. And I would never be so shallow as to think one’s nature is skin deep.”
Loriche grins at him. “But I mean… they’re not using their skin, aren’t they?”
He sighs "You'd be surprised by how many people do, but it brings a little bit of hope to hear that even a demon knows that much." He puts down his whetstone.
His left eye glows and the mop erupts into flames "Do it, you die. That simple."
“That’s silly. Appearances mean nothing. Everyone is the same deep down: full of humors and viscera that are oh so fun to remove!”
She puts her hands up defensively. “Kidding! I was kidding!”
He chuckles and shakes his head "You are... a confusingly interesting person you know that?"
He takes a deep breath before the flames disappear "Sorry, but if you hadn't noticed, I'm not exactly someone who enjoys jokes about disrespecting the dead."
“I’ve been told that before, yes.”
“It’s all good. But since, you know, I AM the dead, I guess I see it more lightly.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Where'd you learn to hold yer gun like that pardner?"
"SAS training." he says simply.
He raises an eyebrow, his red pupil and iris fully revealed "Ain't never heard of it, what's SAS about?"
"British Special Forces. Elite stuff."
"That explains the accent. I assume you don't do it anymore, considerin' you're here."
"Honorable discharge."
He nods "Respectable." He realizes something and takes off his hat, revealing his other, milk white eye. He puts his hat to his chest "My apologizes sir, but I don't believe I've introduced myself, Sparrow's the name."
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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.'
"Where'd you learn to hold yer gun like that pardner?"
"SAS training." he says simply.
He raises an eyebrow, his red pupil and iris fully revealed "Ain't never heard of it, what's SAS about?"
"British Special Forces. Elite stuff."
"That explains the accent. I assume you don't do it anymore, considerin' you're here."
"Honorable discharge."
He nods "Respectable." He realizes something and takes off his hat, revealing his other, milk white eye. He puts his hat to his chest "My apologizes sir, but I don't believe I've introduced myself, Sparrow's the name."
"Phoenix." he says simply.
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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.
"Where'd you learn to hold yer gun like that pardner?"
"SAS training." he says simply.
He raises an eyebrow, his red pupil and iris fully revealed "Ain't never heard of it, what's SAS about?"
"British Special Forces. Elite stuff."
"That explains the accent. I assume you don't do it anymore, considerin' you're here."
"Honorable discharge."
He nods "Respectable." He realizes something and takes off his hat, revealing his other, milk white eye. He puts his hat to his chest "My apologizes sir, but I don't believe I've introduced myself, Sparrow's the name."
"Phoenix." he says simply.
"Hmm, another similarity. Probly just random chance." He puts his hat back on.
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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.'
"Where'd you learn to hold yer gun like that pardner?"
"SAS training." he says simply.
He raises an eyebrow, his red pupil and iris fully revealed "Ain't never heard of it, what's SAS about?"
"British Special Forces. Elite stuff."
"That explains the accent. I assume you don't do it anymore, considerin' you're here."
"Honorable discharge."
He nods "Respectable." He realizes something and takes off his hat, revealing his other, milk white eye. He puts his hat to his chest "My apologizes sir, but I don't believe I've introduced myself, Sparrow's the name."
"Phoenix." he says simply.
"Hmm, another similarity. Probly just random chance." He puts his hat back on.
"What do you mean?"
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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.
"Where'd you learn to hold yer gun like that pardner?"
"SAS training." he says simply.
He raises an eyebrow, his red pupil and iris fully revealed "Ain't never heard of it, what's SAS about?"
"British Special Forces. Elite stuff."
"That explains the accent. I assume you don't do it anymore, considerin' you're here."
"Honorable discharge."
He nods "Respectable." He realizes something and takes off his hat, revealing his other, milk white eye. He puts his hat to his chest "My apologizes sir, but I don't believe I've introduced myself, Sparrow's the name."
"Phoenix." he says simply.
"Hmm, another similarity. Probly just random chance." He puts his hat back on.
"What do you mean?"
"Just two gunslingers named after birds, who both like smokes. It ain't nothin'." He walks back into the tavern.
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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.'
"Where'd you learn to hold yer gun like that pardner?"
"SAS training." he says simply.
He raises an eyebrow, his red pupil and iris fully revealed "Ain't never heard of it, what's SAS about?"
"British Special Forces. Elite stuff."
"That explains the accent. I assume you don't do it anymore, considerin' you're here."
"Honorable discharge."
He nods "Respectable." He realizes something and takes off his hat, revealing his other, milk white eye. He puts his hat to his chest "My apologizes sir, but I don't believe I've introduced myself, Sparrow's the name."
"Phoenix." he says simply.
"Hmm, another similarity. Probly just random chance." He puts his hat back on.
"What do you mean?"
"Just two gunslingers named after birds, who both like smokes. It ain't nothin'." He walks back into the tavern.
"Yeah. it ain't nothing." he says, walking away
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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.
He chuckles and shakes his head "You are... a confusingly interesting person you know that?"
He takes a deep breath before the flames disappear "Sorry, but if you hadn't noticed, I'm not exactly someone who enjoys jokes about disrespecting the 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.)
"Where'd you learn to hold yer gun like that pardner?"
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.)
"SAS training." he says simply.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He raises an eyebrow, his red pupil and iris fully revealed "Ain't never heard of it, what's SAS about?"
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.)
"British Special Forces. Elite stuff."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I’ve been told that before, yes.”
“It’s all good. But since, you know, I AM the dead, I guess I see it more lightly.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“I’ve been told that before, yes.”
“It’s all good. But since, you know, I AM the dead, I guess I see it more lightly.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"That explains the accent. I assume you don't do it anymore, considerin' you're here."
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.)
"Good, I assume you don't consider changing though?"
He raises an eyebrow but says nothing of it, taking out a gourd of sake and holding it to them, offering some.
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.)
"Honorable discharge."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods "Respectable." He realizes something and takes off his hat, revealing his other, milk white eye. He puts his hat to his chest "My apologizes sir, but I don't believe I've introduced myself, Sparrow's the name."
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.)
"Phoenix." he says simply.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Hmm, another similarity. Probly just random chance." He puts his hat back on.
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.)
"What do you mean?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Just two gunslingers named after birds, who both like smokes. It ain't nothin'." He walks back into the tavern.
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.)
"Yeah. it ain't nothing." he says, walking away
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(Hello, how are you? I am under da water, plis help me, here too much raining. Errrrrr!)
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 leaps forward, wrapping his arms around her and dipping her down, kissing her passionately, holding her with strength he wouldn't normally have.
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 is good, but I not help with da water. Can't, water dangerous, hard swim.*
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.)