A midde-aged artsy-looking woman in a blue cotton dress is at the counter drinking some coffee. Her curly red hair is tied up in a messy bun, and massive fairy wings sprout out of her back
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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
Traitor is in town, sitting at a table in the park, birdwatching.
They hear some of the best lute playing they would have every heard, coming from the Jester Rowan, wearing their Jester's mask and outfit as they play for a small crowd.
She hears the music, standing up and walking over to his performance. Rowan can probably the ominous towering figure approaching, though he can also probably deduce that it doesn't mean any harm.
The Traitor would feel the charisma from the Jester as they play, almost infecting their mind, but they can also sense something unnerving about their mask, made of pure bone. After his performance, he takes a practiced bow and the crowd disperses. *Just to see how good the performance was- 31*
She claps after the performance is done- a metallic sound of clawed gauntlets clinking against one another.
They take the claps happily, their mask shifting to an equally charismatic smile as they hop off their platform to the ground.
"That was a truly magnificent performance!" She seems genuinely overjoyed.
They rub the back of their head, embarrassed "Thank you, I tried my best, I wrote all the songs myself."
"That's amazing! You are clearly talented beyond measure. May I ask your name?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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
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
Traitor is in town, sitting at a table in the park, birdwatching.
They hear some of the best lute playing they would have every heard, coming from the Jester Rowan, wearing their Jester's mask and outfit as they play for a small crowd.
She hears the music, standing up and walking over to his performance. Rowan can probably the ominous towering figure approaching, though he can also probably deduce that it doesn't mean any harm.
The Traitor would feel the charisma from the Jester as they play, almost infecting their mind, but they can also sense something unnerving about their mask, made of pure bone. After his performance, he takes a practiced bow and the crowd disperses. *Just to see how good the performance was- 31*
She claps after the performance is done- a metallic sound of clawed gauntlets clinking against one another.
They take the claps happily, their mask shifting to an equally charismatic smile as they hop off their platform to the ground.
"That was a truly magnificent performance!" She seems genuinely overjoyed.
They rub the back of their head, embarrassed "Thank you, I tried my best, I wrote all the songs myself."
"That's amazing! You are clearly talented beyond measure. May I ask your name?"
"I am the Jester, or that's what most people call me. Who might you be?"
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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.'
They hear the sound of rustling nearby, not anything adult, something child sized, teenage at the largest.
It 'looks' towards the noise, though it has no eyes
The sound walks out towards them, a child in green pants, matching green boots, and a white t shirt. The kid radiates strength despite looking to be rather scrawny.
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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.'
Traitor is in town, sitting at a table in the park, birdwatching.
They hear some of the best lute playing they would have every heard, coming from the Jester Rowan, wearing their Jester's mask and outfit as they play for a small crowd.
She hears the music, standing up and walking over to his performance. Rowan can probably the ominous towering figure approaching, though he can also probably deduce that it doesn't mean any harm.
The Traitor would feel the charisma from the Jester as they play, almost infecting their mind, but they can also sense something unnerving about their mask, made of pure bone. After his performance, he takes a practiced bow and the crowd disperses. *Just to see how good the performance was- 31*
She claps after the performance is done- a metallic sound of clawed gauntlets clinking against one another.
They take the claps happily, their mask shifting to an equally charismatic smile as they hop off their platform to the ground.
"That was a truly magnificent performance!" She seems genuinely overjoyed.
They rub the back of their head, embarrassed "Thank you, I tried my best, I wrote all the songs myself."
"That's amazing! You are clearly talented beyond measure. May I ask your name?"
"I am the Jester, or that's what most people call me. Who might you be?"
"I am known by many names, but the one I go by most is the Traitor. It's very nice to meet you, Jester."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Sorry. I was forced to go to a no bullying assembly. Just gonna repost characters*
Theren is upset in the library, flipping through books. Most of them seem to be books on necromancy. Tears pour down his face as he rests his head on the table.
Phoenix is outside smoking his 4th cigarette that morning. He bounces his leg nervously as he takes another lungful of smoke.
The Tarnished is holding off a young Tarrasque. His armor is torn and shattered in some places. His helmet is halfway broken. Laying on the ground behind him, hurt, is Helena.
The Shadow Wizard has constructed a tower in the woods and is chilling inside it.
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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.
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*Wassup Fry.*
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.)
It 'looks' towards the noise, though it has no eyes
*If you want to continue.*
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.)
*WELCOME BACK!!!*
A midde-aged artsy-looking woman in a blue cotton dress is at the counter drinking some coffee. Her curly red hair is tied up in a messy bun, and massive fairy wings sprout out of her back
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
She nods and looks away, her own blush prominent.
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
(I am hungry now lol)
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
"That's amazing! You are clearly talented beyond measure. May I ask your name?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
(hi Yvonne)
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
*Hello, Moon! How are you today?*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
(i'm doing okay I suppose. what about you?)
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
He takes her hands in his own, rough from all the work he's done, but gently holding her's "Ya didn't have ta do that if ya didn't want to."
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 am the Jester, or that's what most people call me. Who might you be?"
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'm doing alright. A little eepy, but nothing I can't manage.*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The sound walks out towards them, a child in green pants, matching green boots, and a white t shirt. The kid radiates strength despite looking to be rather scrawny.
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.)
She frowns and wraps an arm around the back of his neck, pulling him towards her, and kissing him fully.
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
"I am known by many names, but the one I go by most is the Traitor. It's very nice to meet you, Jester."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
For a moment he's simply shocked, but he does kiss her back after that bit of surprise, holding her tightly.
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.)
"Well that is a name isn't it? The pleasure is all mine Traitor, truly." They bow dramatically once more.
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.)
*Sorry. I was forced to go to a no bullying assembly. Just gonna repost characters*
Theren is upset in the library, flipping through books. Most of them seem to be books on necromancy. Tears pour down his face as he rests his head on the table.
Phoenix is outside smoking his 4th cigarette that morning. He bounces his leg nervously as he takes another lungful of smoke.
The Tarnished is holding off a young Tarrasque. His armor is torn and shattered in some places. His helmet is halfway broken. Laying on the ground behind him, hurt, is Helena.
The Shadow Wizard has constructed a tower in the woods and is chilling inside it.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.