*OH YEEEAHHH!!! Also, do you mind helping me with a combat test?*
*not in the slightest, sounds fun*
A man completely covered in green robes with a golden chain around his neck is walking towards the tavern. His face is hidden and only his eyes, which are white, peek out from under the hood. He is humming to himself, kicking a rock down the path
Riotan is sitting on the porch, just chilling. His cold eyes track the figure.
He looks at them, one of his white eyes gleaming slightly
Riotan grins and waves.
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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.
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
*OH YEEEAHHH!!! Also, do you mind helping me with a combat test?*
*not in the slightest, sounds fun*
A man completely covered in green robes with a golden chain around his neck is walking towards the tavern. His face is hidden and only his eyes, which are white, peek out from under the hood. He is humming to himself, kicking a rock down the path
Riotan is sitting on the porch, just chilling. His cold eyes track the figure.
He looks at them, one of his white eyes gleaming slightly
Riotan grins and waves.
He waves back with one pale hand.
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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.
Once he finishes, she claps quietly, yawning a bit.
"How are you?" He asks, tilting his head.
Kelipso waves "Good morning"
He looks up to her, not having seen her there "Oh, thank you. Good morning."
"I am doing well, how are you." She asks, holding a prayer book gingerly.
She pulls back the string, firing another bolt "Good morning."
*Want to continue Wendigo?*
She nods, walking over with her blanket pulled over her like a cloak "How are you?"
"I am well sister, I am glad to hear you are well." He nods.
"What are you doing?"
He smiles her, actually not in his Jester's outfit, but rather a regular brown shirt and pants. She can see long numerous scars lining his arms where they can be seen "I'm doing better now that I'm with you."
She nods "It is a blessing to hear. I do not believe we have met before Father."
She shoots bolt after bolt "Practicing."
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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.'
*Shore. You want a bite of this evil thing? [points to pulled pork sandwich]*
(it's 9am here so I'm not hungry)
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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
"I have no name." he says with a soft, melodic voice
He nods "Nameless, get a reason for bein' here? If you don't mind my askin'." *Start whenever you want to, Sparrow will choose not to go first.*
"To spread the Shadow Government!" with that his claps his pale hands together and raises them parallel to each other as a bullet appears and fires at him.
Attack: 11 Damage: 14
*Ooooh. Shadow Wizard Money Gang. I assume this guy loves casting spells?*
He swiftly dodges out of the way of the bullet with a combat roll, pulling out Rosemary and shooting at him once, aiming for his eye, Damage:8 Make a DC 15 Wisdom save or not be able to see farther than 5ft in front of them.
*oooh yeah!*
WIS: 15
Just barely saves, everything goes dark for a second but they shake it off.
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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.'
*OH YEEEAHHH!!! Also, do you mind helping me with a combat test?*
*not in the slightest, sounds fun*
A man completely covered in green robes with a golden chain around his neck is walking towards the tavern. His face is hidden and only his eyes, which are white, peek out from under the hood. He is humming to himself, kicking a rock down the path
Riotan is sitting on the porch, just chilling. His cold eyes track the figure.
He looks at them, one of his white eyes gleaming slightly
Riotan grins and waves.
He waves back with one pale hand.
The scales on Riotan’s hand fall off to reveal a perfect replica of the robed man’s hand.
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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 have no name." he says with a soft, melodic voice
He nods "Nameless, get a reason for bein' here? If you don't mind my askin'." *Start whenever you want to, Sparrow will choose not to go first.*
"To spread the Shadow Government!" with that his claps his pale hands together and raises them parallel to each other as a bullet appears and fires at him.
Attack: 11 Damage: 14
*Ooooh. Shadow Wizard Money Gang. I assume this guy loves casting spells?*
He swiftly dodges out of the way of the bullet with a combat roll, pulling out Rosemary and shooting at him once, aiming for his eye, Damage:8 Make a DC 15 Wisdom save or not be able to see farther than 5ft in front of them.
*oooh yeah!*
WIS: 15
Just barely saves, everything goes dark for a second but they shake it off.
His cloak starts to flutter around his legs as he starts to float, casting his spell again.
Attack: 18 Damage: 21
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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.
Once he finishes, she claps quietly, yawning a bit.
"How are you?" He asks, tilting his head.
Kelipso waves "Good morning"
He looks up to her, not having seen her there "Oh, thank you. Good morning."
"I am doing well, how are you." She asks, holding a prayer book gingerly.
She pulls back the string, firing another bolt "Good morning."
*Want to continue Wendigo?*
She nods, walking over with her blanket pulled over her like a cloak "How are you?"
"I am well sister, I am glad to hear you are well." He nods.
"What are you doing?"
He smiles her, actually not in his Jester's outfit, but rather a regular brown shirt and pants. She can see long numerous scars lining his arms where they can be seen "I'm doing better now that I'm with you."
She nods "It is a blessing to hear. I do not believe we have met before Father."
She shoots bolt after bolt "Practicing."
She laughs warmly "Thank you.. I rather like being near you too." She says.
The other Spectres cower and do nothing. Charlie breathes deeply. "I would prefer you use the term 'genocide,' as it is far more apt for your job description. Intelligence is the key difference. Actually, nevermind. I forgot that in the eyes of a hunter, any being can be sub-human, treated like vermin so long as your boss says so. I've met enough orc and goblin Spectres to know how painful a reality that is. The word 'extermination' makes me angry when used like that, but it might be a good thing since it drives me to fix the issue. And before you ask, I am fully aware of how dangerous your people are and have no intention of fighting you in any way that might get me or anyone else hurt."
He shakes his head "You've got me mistaken, I ain't mean ya called vermin. I'd exterminate a human fast as anythin' else. I don't care what my boss thinks, everyone is equal in the eyes of death, so everyone is equal to me. I apologize for what some of my brothers in huntin' may have done to you or the people you've met. I'd help ya if I wasn't contracted to hunt supernaturals like ya and these here spectres. I ain't gonna touch ya though, you've proven yaself more human than some people I've met myself." He tips his hat in respect.
They sigh and nod. "I must admit that I am biased against you profession, and heavily so. I don't care about how equal we are in your eyes. We are not equal and we never will be. People use equal, fair, just, good, and right as if they were the same word, when most of them are mutually exclusive. Our world sickens me, so I'm trying to fix it. People in your profession work to maintain the status quo in one way or another, and I would gladly pay you folks off, but you usually already have everything you want other than cold hard cash and guilt-free blood, two things I cannot provide."
"I will phrase this simply: Life is not fair, and it never will be. Death is not fair either, even if it treats everyone equally. I try to fix the unfairness by tipping the scales in whichever direction I choose, whether to help myself or others. I cheat. I will never understand the honor you hunters claim to have, but I cannot say I don't appreciate it when I see it."
He nods slowly with their words, agreement on their face "Honor is a lie told by the prideful who think their better than anybody else. I ain't going to tell ya anything that ain't true, you are good enough to deserve life in my eyes, and by that, I'll do what I can for ya." He holsters Rosemary, lowering his bandana to reveal his scar and a smile "You ain't going to fix the world, but I know you can move things closer to not bein' broken. You don't need to give nothin' to me."
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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.'
*Shore. You want a bite of this evil thing? [points to pulled pork sandwich]*
(it's 9am here so I'm not hungry)
*You want lucky charms?*
(thanks for the offer but i'm good)
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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
Riotan grins and waves.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(you want to rp wendigo)
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
*Shore. You want a bite of this evil thing? [points to pulled pork sandwich]*
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 waves back with one pale hand.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He smiles her, actually not in his Jester's outfit, but rather a regular brown shirt and pants. She can see long numerous scars lining his arms where they can be seen "I'm doing better now that I'm with you."
She nods "It is a blessing to hear. I do not believe we have met before Father."
She shoots bolt after bolt "Practicing."
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.)
*Hey Wendi. would you mind helping me test out my new characters combat prowess?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(it's 9am here so I'm not hungry)
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
Just barely saves, everything goes dark for a second but they shake it off.
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 scales on Riotan’s hand fall off to reveal a perfect replica of the robed man’s hand.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
His cloak starts to flutter around his legs as he starts to float, casting his spell again.
Attack: 18 Damage: 21
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He frowns in the shadow of his robe.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She laughs warmly "Thank you.. I rather like being near you too." She says.
"My name is Luciano Borcello" He bows.
"For what?"
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
*Sure.*
Stroth is ripping apart a deer's insides, eating them with a hunger that is on level with a otyugh.
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 nods slowly with their words, agreement on their face "Honor is a lie told by the prideful who think their better than anybody else. I ain't going to tell ya anything that ain't true, you are good enough to deserve life in my eyes, and by that, I'll do what I can for ya." He holsters Rosemary, lowering his bandana to reveal his scar and a smile "You ain't going to fix the world, but I know you can move things closer to not bein' broken. You don't need to give nothin' to me."
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.)
*You want lucky charms?*
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
“Oh, did I get a detail wrong?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(blehhhhh :3 I love streets of rage 4.)
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
(thanks for the offer but i'm good)
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
The Wizard is watching from a close distance
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*oh btw lawrence, did you read that wall of text I sent last night for Thirteen?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.