Tearthorn is being himself- AKA, staring into the distance whilst muttering something in Draconic over and over again.
*Also, there’s a thing on Smorg.*
Rag, the giant dragon hybrid at 15ft tall and covered in muscles. He, being able to speak Dragonic, listens to him silently, patient.
*Okie dokie*
It is a sequence of numbers- 739174016- followed by the word STOP. He is saying it rapidly, repeating it almost frantically.
He taps his shoulder softly, attempting to get his attention. He holds up a bowl of stew, piping hot, and smelling incredible. He holds up a spoon.
He stops at, by Rag's count, his 19th 7391, and turns. He looks from Rag to the stew a few times, before accepting it, not bothered by the heat. He takes a few spoonfuls.
*I'm not sure is you noticed, by 739174016 is Tearthorn in numbers. Kinda. ish. missed out a T lemme put that in*
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
Tearthorn is being himself- AKA, staring into the distance whilst muttering something in Draconic over and over again.
*Also, there’s a thing on Smorg.*
Rag, the giant dragon hybrid at 15ft tall and covered in muscles. He, being able to speak Dragonic, listens to him silently, patient.
*Okie dokie*
It is a sequence of numbers- 739174016- followed by the word STOP. He is saying it rapidly, repeating it almost frantically.
He taps his shoulder softly, attempting to get his attention. He holds up a bowl of stew, piping hot, and smelling incredible. He holds up a spoon.
He stops at, by Rag's count, his 19th 7391, and turns. He looks from Rag to the stew a few times, before accepting it, not bothered by the heat. He takes a few spoonfuls.
*I'm not sure is you noticed, by 739174016 is Tearthorn in numbers. Kinda. ish. missed out a T lemme put that in*
It is just as amazing as it smells, and Rag smiles softly at them. He takes out a bowl of a much larger size, eating some soup of his own “Ragnerious, but everyone calls me Rag, nice to meet you.”
Tearthorn is being himself- AKA, staring into the distance whilst muttering something in Draconic over and over again.
*Also, there’s a thing on Smorg.*
Rag, the giant dragon hybrid at 15ft tall and covered in muscles. He, being able to speak Dragonic, listens to him silently, patient.
*Okie dokie*
It is a sequence of numbers- 739174016- followed by the word STOP. He is saying it rapidly, repeating it almost frantically.
He taps his shoulder softly, attempting to get his attention. He holds up a bowl of stew, piping hot, and smelling incredible. He holds up a spoon.
He stops at, by Rag's count, his 19th 7391, and turns. He looks from Rag to the stew a few times, before accepting it, not bothered by the heat. He takes a few spoonfuls.
*I'm not sure is you noticed, by 739174016 is Tearthorn in numbers. Kinda. ish. missed out a T lemme put that in*
It is just as amazing as it smells, and Rag smiles softly at them. He takes out a bowl of a much larger size, eating some soup of his own “Ragnerious, but everyone calls me Rag, nice to meet you.”
*Thats cool.*
"Tearthorn." He replies, a bit distantly. "Good to meet you, Ragnerious.
*Note to self and others, Tearthorn is very formal. He isn't going to call anybody by a shortened name. Remind me if I forget*
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
Tearthorn is being himself- AKA, staring into the distance whilst muttering something in Draconic over and over again.
*Also, there’s a thing on Smorg.*
Rag, the giant dragon hybrid at 15ft tall and covered in muscles. He, being able to speak Dragonic, listens to him silently, patient.
*Okie dokie*
It is a sequence of numbers- 739174016- followed by the word STOP. He is saying it rapidly, repeating it almost frantically.
He taps his shoulder softly, attempting to get his attention. He holds up a bowl of stew, piping hot, and smelling incredible. He holds up a spoon.
He stops at, by Rag's count, his 19th 7391, and turns. He looks from Rag to the stew a few times, before accepting it, not bothered by the heat. He takes a few spoonfuls.
*I'm not sure is you noticed, by 739174016 is Tearthorn in numbers. Kinda. ish. missed out a T lemme put that in*
It is just as amazing as it smells, and Rag smiles softly at them. He takes out a bowl of a much larger size, eating some soup of his own “Ragnerious, but everyone calls me Rag, nice to meet you.”
*Thats cool.*
"Tearthorn." He replies, a bit distantly. "Good to meet you, Ragnerious.
*Note to self and others, Tearthorn is very formal. He isn't going to call anybody by a shortened name. Remind me if I forget*
*Dont worry bout it dude, I got you.*
“Why were you spelling your own name in numbers?” He says, finishing the soup before putting it down.
*It's strange, I never pictured you as an especially logical person. I guess you would have to be a clever problem-solver given your situation, though, so it makes sense.*
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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.
*It's strange, I never pictured you as an especially logical person. I guess you would have to be a clever problem-solver given your situation, though, so it makes sense.*
*I like to be prepared, plan stuff out, etc.*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*It's strange, I never pictured you as an especially logical person. I guess you would have to be a clever problem-solver given your situation, though, so it makes sense.*
*I like to be prepared, plan stuff out, etc.*
*I guess while it's relevant, my zodiac sign is Aquarius, but I don't really believe in astrology.*
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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.
Tearthorn is being himself- AKA, staring into the distance whilst muttering something in Draconic over and over again.
*Also, there’s a thing on Smorg.*
Rag, the giant dragon hybrid at 15ft tall and covered in muscles. He, being able to speak Dragonic, listens to him silently, patient.
*Okie dokie*
It is a sequence of numbers- 739174016- followed by the word STOP. He is saying it rapidly, repeating it almost frantically.
He taps his shoulder softly, attempting to get his attention. He holds up a bowl of stew, piping hot, and smelling incredible. He holds up a spoon.
He stops at, by Rag's count, his 19th 7391, and turns. He looks from Rag to the stew a few times, before accepting it, not bothered by the heat. He takes a few spoonfuls.
*I'm not sure is you noticed, by 739174016 is Tearthorn in numbers. Kinda. ish. missed out a T lemme put that in*
It is just as amazing as it smells, and Rag smiles softly at them. He takes out a bowl of a much larger size, eating some soup of his own “Ragnerious, but everyone calls me Rag, nice to meet you.”
*Thats cool.*
"Tearthorn." He replies, a bit distantly. "Good to meet you, Ragnerious.
*Note to self and others, Tearthorn is very formal. He isn't going to call anybody by a shortened name. Remind me if I forget*
*Dont worry bout it dude, I got you.*
“Why were you spelling your own name in numbers?” He says, finishing the soup before putting it down.
"I... was?" Tearthorn pauses for a few seconds. "Oh, so I was." He sighs, taking another spoonful of his stew. "I enter deep thought involuntarily sometimes, and I just mutter whatever was on my mind before going in to deep thought, but twisted in some way. It's what comes from living for... longer than the average dragonborn, lets say."
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
Tearthorn is being himself- AKA, staring into the distance whilst muttering something in Draconic over and over again.
*Also, there’s a thing on Smorg.*
Rag, the giant dragon hybrid at 15ft tall and covered in muscles. He, being able to speak Dragonic, listens to him silently, patient.
*Okie dokie*
It is a sequence of numbers- 739174016- followed by the word STOP. He is saying it rapidly, repeating it almost frantically.
He taps his shoulder softly, attempting to get his attention. He holds up a bowl of stew, piping hot, and smelling incredible. He holds up a spoon.
He stops at, by Rag's count, his 19th 7391, and turns. He looks from Rag to the stew a few times, before accepting it, not bothered by the heat. He takes a few spoonfuls.
*I'm not sure is you noticed, by 739174016 is Tearthorn in numbers. Kinda. ish. missed out a T lemme put that in*
It is just as amazing as it smells, and Rag smiles softly at them. He takes out a bowl of a much larger size, eating some soup of his own “Ragnerious, but everyone calls me Rag, nice to meet you.”
*Thats cool.*
"Tearthorn." He replies, a bit distantly. "Good to meet you, Ragnerious.
*Note to self and others, Tearthorn is very formal. He isn't going to call anybody by a shortened name. Remind me if I forget*
*Dont worry bout it dude, I got you.*
“Why were you spelling your own name in numbers?” He says, finishing the soup before putting it down.
"I... was?" Tearthorn pauses for a few seconds. "Oh, so I was." He sighs, taking another spoonful of his stew. "I enter deep thought involuntarily sometimes, and I just mutter whatever was on my mind before going in to deep thought, but twisted in some way. It's what comes from living for... longer than the average dragonborn, lets say."
“That sounds awful, do you enjoy your stew?” He says, patting their back softly “I am not exactly a masterful expert of helping people with things like that, I’m only 48 after all.”
*Maybe in a bit, I have not supped on human flesh in decades.*
*Take your time, not going to question it.*
*K, I'm ready. I think.*
*Side note, is there anything you can think of that would make Barbeau more fun for you to RP with?*
*I find him very interesting, but if there could be anything, I would have to think about it.*
Sparrow is standing outside of the library, his hands in his hips, daunted by the task of learning how to read. His eyes glowing softly.
Merabelle is eating the criminal in an alley after they tried to kill her. She tears off flesh like an animal, wearing an all black version of her dress as she does so.
*I find him very interesting, but if there could be anything, I would have to think about it.*
Sparrow is standing outside of the library, his hands in his hips, daunted by the task of learning how to read. His eyes glowing softly.
Merabelle is eating the criminal in an alley after they tried to kill her. She tears off flesh like an animal, wearing an all black version of her dress as she does so.
Felix waddles over and casually takes his hand like a fat, fluffy toddler. "Hey, bud."
She feels a sudden chill as Barbeau enters the alley. He's about her height, and thin as a rail, not even wearing heavy clothes to pad out his silhouette. His lips part to reveal shark-like teeth. His breath fogs out like exhaust. "Slaughter method?" He demands.
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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.
*I find him very interesting, but if there could be anything, I would have to think about it.*
Sparrow is standing outside of the library, his hands in his hips, daunted by the task of learning how to read. His eyes glowing softly.
Merabelle is eating the criminal in an alley after they tried to kill her. She tears off flesh like an animal, wearing an all black version of her dress as she does so.
Felix waddles over and casually takes his hand like a fat, fluffy toddler. "Hey, bud."
She feels a sudden chill as Barbeau enters the alley. He's about her height, and thin as a rail, not even wearing heavy clothes to pad out his silhouette. His lips part to reveal shark-like teeth. His breath fogs out like exhaust. "Slaughter method?" He demands.
He takes a moment to look down to them before turning back to the library, smiling with his friend now there “Hey pardner, what ya doin’?”
She stands up, taking a handkerchief from her pocket and tapping it against her mouth, cleaning off the blood and some of the remaining flesh “Ripped out her throat with my teeth.” She begins cleaning off her fingers as well.
*The Lion and the Bull.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Sounds a lot cooler that way.*
He stops at, by Rag's count, his 19th 7391, and turns. He looks from Rag to the stew a few times, before accepting it, not bothered by the heat. He takes a few spoonfuls.
*I'm not sure is you noticed, by 739174016 is Tearthorn in numbers. Kinda. ish. missed out a T lemme put that in*
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
(you want to rp wendo)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
It is just as amazing as it smells, and Rag smiles softly at them. He takes out a bowl of a much larger size, eating some soup of his own “Ragnerious, but everyone calls me Rag, nice to meet you.”
*Thats cool.*
"Tearthorn." He replies, a bit distantly. "Good to meet you, Ragnerious.
*Note to self and others, Tearthorn is very formal. He isn't going to call anybody by a shortened name. Remind me if I forget*
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
*Dont worry bout it dude, I got you.*
“Why were you spelling your own name in numbers?” He says, finishing the soup before putting it down.
*Cool. I'm an ENFP (Campaigner) last I checked.*
*It's strange, I never pictured you as an especially logical person. I guess you would have to be a clever problem-solver given your situation, though, so it makes sense.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I like to be prepared, plan stuff out, etc.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Anyway, anybody else want to role play?*
*I guess while it's relevant, my zodiac sign is Aquarius, but I don't really believe in astrology.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I... was?" Tearthorn pauses for a few seconds. "Oh, so I was." He sighs, taking another spoonful of his stew. "I enter deep thought involuntarily sometimes, and I just mutter whatever was on my mind before going in to deep thought, but twisted in some way. It's what comes from living for... longer than the average dragonborn, lets say."
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
*Maybe in a bit, I have not supped on human flesh in decades.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“That sounds awful, do you enjoy your stew?” He says, patting their back softly “I am not exactly a masterful expert of helping people with things like that, I’m only 48 after all.”
*Take your time, not going to question it.*
*K, I'm ready. I think.*
*Side note, is there anything you can think of that would make Barbeau more fun for you to RP with?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I find him very interesting, but if there could be anything, I would have to think about it.*
Sparrow is standing outside of the library, his hands in his hips, daunted by the task of learning how to read. His eyes glowing softly.
Merabelle is eating the criminal in an alley after they tried to kill her. She tears off flesh like an animal, wearing an all black version of her dress as she does so.
Felix waddles over and casually takes his hand like a fat, fluffy toddler. "Hey, bud."
She feels a sudden chill as Barbeau enters the alley. He's about her height, and thin as a rail, not even wearing heavy clothes to pad out his silhouette. His lips part to reveal shark-like teeth. His breath fogs out like exhaust. "Slaughter method?" He demands.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He takes a moment to look down to them before turning back to the library, smiling with his friend now there “Hey pardner, what ya doin’?”
She stands up, taking a handkerchief from her pocket and tapping it against her mouth, cleaning off the blood and some of the remaining flesh “Ripped out her throat with my teeth.” She begins cleaning off her fingers as well.
*it's so cold-*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]