*A Polish Juggernaut who looks too big to be a spy or assassin but he is quite stealthy. He served as a Commander for the Demons Legion during the Blood Wars, determined to personally kill Asmodeus but failed and was stripped of any power he had and sent to the mortal realm. He is Lawful Evil and harbors 'The Heart of Hate' which is an organ in his chest that replaces his heart and allows him to reduce pretty much all damage.
A Necromancer who studied at the Burns School that was dedicated in name to the Wise Dragon, Azzarolth. While people believe necromancers are inherently evil, he sets out to prove that is wrong and works as a traveling doctor. He has Asperger's, which is one form of autism but not as serious. While standing 6'3, he is very gentle and quite nervous around anyone.
The last one is the Cleric Monk, a devout bishop of Thoth. He is a teacher in the Temple of The Three Eyes which centers on the belief that you shouldn't rely on magic alone. You should focus on mind, body, and spirit rather than focus on one or the other. He works to help others hone their bpdies and minds and spirits so that they may achieve inner enlightenment.*
*Should I intro all of them or just one?*
*One or two would be good, though I do like all of them.*
*Which ones should I do?*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*A Polish Juggernaut who looks too big to be a spy or assassin but he is quite stealthy. He served as a Commander for the Demons Legion during the Blood Wars, determined to personally kill Asmodeus but failed and was stripped of any power he had and sent to the mortal realm. He is Lawful Evil and harbors 'The Heart of Hate' which is an organ in his chest that replaces his heart and allows him to reduce pretty much all damage.
A Necromancer who studied at the Burns School that was dedicated in name to the Wise Dragon, Azzarolth. While people believe necromancers are inherently evil, he sets out to prove that is wrong and works as a traveling doctor. He has Asperger's, which is one form of autism but not as serious. While standing 6'3, he is very gentle and quite nervous around anyone.
The last one is the Cleric Monk, a devout bishop of Thoth. He is a teacher in the Temple of The Three Eyes which centers on the belief that you shouldn't rely on magic alone. You should focus on mind, body, and spirit rather than focus on one or the other. He works to help others hone their bpdies and minds and spirits so that they may achieve inner enlightenment.*
*Should I intro all of them or just one?*
*One or two would be good, though I do like all of them.*
*Which ones should I do?*
*That's up to you, it would be fun to have another scientist in the necromancer, but they're your characters to pick.*
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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.'
Sanviento is in his heavenly lab, which exists inside a pocket dimension right outside of the Lord’s Rest Inn, existing through a simple doorway like a magnificent mansion or something similar. He walks out after a long day of science, and walks into the tavern, divine ichor still in his hands.
Sparrow has finished another day of work for the people he works for, which he still hasn’t said who yet. He is now sitting in the rocking chair in front of the Inn, taking apart Rosemary and cleaning her, the ring Stroth made glinting on the finger of his celestial glove.
Thirteen is sitting at the bar, currently poring over the rhetoric of Tyr.
Riotan is watching him from the roof, currently taking the form of a random crystal dragonborn he saw a few days ago.
He sits down at the bar, beginning to go over his notes, the blood of his hands just turning into mist as me mutters to himself, his eyes glowing like Damian's as he tries to focus.
He looks up to the crystal dragon, squinting for a moment before looking back down, lighting a cigarette for himself.
“Where’d that come from?” Thirteen asks, gesturing to the viscera.
Riotan continues to silently watch Sparrow.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
“Where’d that come from?” Thirteen asks, gesturing to the viscera.
Riotan continues to silently watch Sparrow.
*Oh my deepest apologies.*
They look down at their hands, then up to Thirteen "My experiments require that I do not wear gloves, or much to prevent the... remains from getting onto me."
Sparrow sighs, blowing smoke "Do you plan on just watchin' me? Cause it's rude to stare pardner."
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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 have the time or the want to roleplay with me?*
*Meeeeee!*
Felix is back and mostly healthy, aside from missing his left eye and forearm. He's a bit larger than the last time he was here, despite being too old to grow naturally.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Theren is sitting in the woods, arrows pepper his chest. He isn't moving or breathing.
*Hope you feel better man.*
Rag is walking through the forest, his colossal size allowing him to easily look over most of the trees. Though he does look down and see Theren, leaning down. He pushes the arrow out of him as to not tear any skin off before trying to heal him, if he's alive he gains 100hp.
“Where’d that come from?” Thirteen asks, gesturing to the viscera.
Riotan continues to silently watch Sparrow.
*Oh my deepest apologies.*
They look down at their hands, then up to Thirteen "My experiments require that I do not wear gloves, or much to prevent the... remains from getting onto me."
Sparrow sighs, blowing smoke "Do you plan on just watchin' me? Cause it's rude to stare pardner."
“Those experiments being?”
He still doesn’t respond.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Theren is sitting in the woods, arrows pepper his chest. He isn't moving or breathing.
*Hope you feel better man.*
Rag is walking through the forest, his colossal size allowing him to easily look over most of the trees. Though he does look down and see Theren, leaning down. He pushes the arrow out of him as to not tear any skin off before trying to heal him, if he's alive he gains 100hp.
Theren still doesn't move, the arrow slick with blood. His body is ice cold
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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.
A tall man, standing at 6 feet 3 inches, strolls through the vibrant streets of town. His short blonde hair catches the sunlight, contrasting with his fair skin, while his striking stormy grey eyes scan his surroundings, albeit with a sense of apprehension. He walks with his gaze fixed firmly on the ground, his brow slightly furrowed in thought, and his hand grips the strap of a well-worn leather satchel that hangs at his side. Intricate tattoos of black vines twist and creep up his forearms, each vine carefully etched into his skin, intertwining with symbols that hint at deeper meanings: some representing health and vitality, others evoking the darker arts of necromancy. The combination of the tattoos gives him an enigmatic allure, a story woven into his flesh.
As he navigates through the bustling town, he occasionally adjusts his square glasses, the frames resting precariously on the bridge of his nose. Despite his imposing stature, there is an air of anxiousness about him. Eventually, he seeks refuge in a quieter area of town, away from the noise and crowd. He finds a secluded bench nestled beneath the shade of a large tree, its branches swaying gently in the breeze. Sitting down, he lets out a deep breath, relief washing over him. Reaching into his satchel, he carefully pulls out a thick tome, its worn leather cover embossed with mysterious symbols. As he opens it, the pages flutter slightly in the wind, revealing an array of notes and sketches filled with arcane knowledge.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
“Where’d that come from?” Thirteen asks, gesturing to the viscera.
Riotan continues to silently watch Sparrow.
*Oh my deepest apologies.*
They look down at their hands, then up to Thirteen "My experiments require that I do not wear gloves, or much to prevent the... remains from getting onto me."
Sparrow sighs, blowing smoke "Do you plan on just watchin' me? Cause it's rude to stare pardner."
“Those experiments being?”
He still doesn’t respond.
"Looking for ways to restore a broken soul correctly, for my brother's sake."
He sighs, blowing another puff before taking a drag "Fine." Suddenly there's a hole in his chest, with the boom of a gunshot. He coughs up blood and takes cover.
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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.'
*Which ones should I do?*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Felix now has a crippling vinegar addiction.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*he just like me fr fr*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*is there any context to this or did it just happen?*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons threads
*That's up to you, it would be fun to have another scientist in the necromancer, but they're your characters to pick.*
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.)
*Anybody have the time or the want to roleplay with 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.)
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Oh my deepest apologies.*
They look down at their hands, then up to Thirteen "My experiments require that I do not wear gloves, or much to prevent the... remains from getting onto me."
Sparrow sighs, blowing smoke "Do you plan on just watchin' me? Cause it's rude to stare 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.)
*Good Morning. I feel crappy.*
Theren is sitting in the woods, arrows pepper his chest. He isn't moving or breathing.
Leo is trying to rebuild his forge unsuccessfully.
The Tarnished is still wounded as Helena is doing her best to tend to them.
*And I have a new character idea I'm fleshing out*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Meeeeee!*
Felix is back and mostly healthy, aside from missing his left eye and forearm. He's a bit larger than the last time he was here, despite being too old to grow naturally.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hope you feel better man.*
Rag is walking through the forest, his colossal size allowing him to easily look over most of the trees. Though he does look down and see Theren, leaning down. He pushes the arrow out of him as to not tear any skin off before trying to heal him, if he's alive he gains 100hp.
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.)
“Those experiments being?”
He still doesn’t respond.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Theren still doesn't move, the arrow slick with blood. His body is ice cold
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Suhou slinks over to Theren and curls up beside them, the otherworldly vapors flowing from their body acting as a revivify spell.
Loriche is helping him as best she can.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
His body is ice cold and unmoving.
Leo sets fire to his hands, fusing two bricks together.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A tall man, standing at 6 feet 3 inches, strolls through the vibrant streets of town. His short blonde hair catches the sunlight, contrasting with his fair skin, while his striking stormy grey eyes scan his surroundings, albeit with a sense of apprehension. He walks with his gaze fixed firmly on the ground, his brow slightly furrowed in thought, and his hand grips the strap of a well-worn leather satchel that hangs at his side. Intricate tattoos of black vines twist and creep up his forearms, each vine carefully etched into his skin, intertwining with symbols that hint at deeper meanings: some representing health and vitality, others evoking the darker arts of necromancy. The combination of the tattoos gives him an enigmatic allure, a story woven into his flesh.
As he navigates through the bustling town, he occasionally adjusts his square glasses, the frames resting precariously on the bridge of his nose. Despite his imposing stature, there is an air of anxiousness about him. Eventually, he seeks refuge in a quieter area of town, away from the noise and crowd. He finds a secluded bench nestled beneath the shade of a large tree, its branches swaying gently in the breeze. Sitting down, he lets out a deep breath, relief washing over him. Reaching into his satchel, he carefully pulls out a thick tome, its worn leather cover embossed with mysterious symbols. As he opens it, the pages flutter slightly in the wind, revealing an array of notes and sketches filled with arcane knowledge.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*why do you keep killing Theren*
The little god nudges at his body worriedly, trying to wake him.
“I swear, when I find who did this…” Loriche growls, clearing away as much rubble as she can and picking out parts that are still viable to be used.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*why do you keep killing Theren*
The little god nudges at his body worriedly, trying to wake him.
“I swear, when I find who did this…” Loriche growls, clearing away as much rubble as she can and picking out parts that are still viable to be used.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Because. I have a new character that's gonna tie in with this*
his head lulls listlessly.
Leo looks annoyed, fusing more bricks together.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Looking for ways to restore a broken soul correctly, for my brother's sake."
He sighs, blowing another puff before taking a drag "Fine." Suddenly there's a hole in his chest, with the boom of a gunshot. He coughs up blood and takes cover.
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.)