*Ngl, I didnt expect people's characters to like Stroth. She was meant to be a Villian for a few days but she really kinda just stuck around.*
*You made her an insane eccentric scientist, I couldn't help but like her, that's my favorite kind of character. And her backstory is so interesting.*
*XD I just didn't expect her to gain so much popularity. She was literally meant to be a villain that the people of the tavern would defeat but she got smacked with a curse by Felix so she got stuck here.*
*I mean, it ended up being great, and leading to so many sub stories. Felix is always making the right choices, or at least most of the time anyway. Personally, I just love crazy characters.*
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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, uh, you don't need to call me sir first of all.. other than that I am okay."
"Because I can't, once you've done everything, you get bored." He sits down next to them.
"I apologize, it is simple what I've been taught to do, teach those who deserve respect as such, and everyone deserves respect." He says, his British accent quite heavy.
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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.'
KK is back at the Inn, sitting at an outside table and drawing. She seems oddly casual about being in a completely new body, but internally, she's over the moon.
The Porcelain Child, Tim, walks to the Inn, being a child trapped inside of a body made entirely of magical artifacts, he has only begun to gain friends. He sitting, his hands clasped together tightly as he looks to the town.
*desc for KK, if needed*
Their new body is about a foot taller than their previous one, and made of much less synthetic material. Four spindly long arms, one pair slightly lower than the other, twitch and move their slender hands and fingers with almost claw-like nails. Across her body are occasional patches of a grey-green chitinous plating, mostly concentrated around her joints. She has around shoulder-length brown hair that is very slightly wavy, a mouth with what seems to be two rows of teeth, and six emerald green eyes with W-shaped pupils like those of a cuttlefish- two pairs smaller than the primary ones, arranged in a sort of triangle shape of three on each side of her face. She wears an orange sweater and long grey coat with modified sleeves and matching pants- clothes tailored by KK herself. The one trait that seemed to carry over in any capacity is two slender metallic antennae that seem to extend from the base of her skull- an implant on her brain stem keeping her as connected to radio signals as she was before.
KK looks over at Tim, smiling. The smile would probably be comforting were it not for the needle-like teeth it shows. "Hello there"
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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)
"Oh, uh, you don't need to call me sir first of all.. other than that I am okay."
"Because I can't, once you've done everything, you get bored." He sits down next to them.
"I apologize, it is simple what I've been taught to do, teach those who deserve respect as such, and everyone deserves respect." He says, his British accent quite heavy.
"Huh, never really thought about that I suppose" She muses "You've been around for that long?"
"Everyone does but sometimes people don't like having formal titles."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Oh, uh, you don't need to call me sir first of all.. other than that I am okay."
"Because I can't, once you've done everything, you get bored." He sits down next to them.
"I apologize, it is simple what I've been taught to do, teach those who deserve respect as such, and everyone deserves respect." He says, his British accent quite heavy.
"Huh, never really thought about that I suppose" She muses "You've been around for that long?"
"Everyone does but sometimes people don't like having formal titles."
"Too long to waste time remembering." He taps his head "If I do, I'd probably end up going crazy or something."
"And for those, I will not give you a formal title. Nice to meet you, I am Walter Pennyworth."
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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.'
KK is back at the Inn, sitting at an outside table and drawing. She seems oddly casual about being in a completely new body, but internally, she's over the moon.
The Porcelain Child, Tim, walks to the Inn, being a child trapped inside of a body made entirely of magical artifacts, he has only begun to gain friends. He sitting, his hands clasped together tightly as he looks to the town.
*desc for KK, if needed*
Their new body is about a foot taller than their previous one, and made of much less synthetic material. Four spindly long arms, one pair slightly lower than the other, twitch and move their slender hands and fingers with almost claw-like nails. Across her body are occasional patches of a grey-green chitinous plating, mostly concentrated around her joints. She has around shoulder-length brown hair that is very slightly wavy, a mouth with what seems to be two rows of teeth, and six emerald green eyes with W-shaped pupils like those of a cuttlefish- two pairs smaller than the primary ones, arranged in a sort of triangle shape of three on each side of her face. She wears an orange sweater and long grey coat with modified sleeves and matching pants- clothes tailored by KK herself. The one trait that seemed to carry over in any capacity is two slender metallic antennae that seem to extend from the base of her skull- an implant on her brain stem keeping her as connected to radio signals as she was before.
KK looks over at Tim, smiling. The smile would probably be comforting were it not for the needle-like teeth it shows. "Hello there"
They turn to them, looking back and smiling, behind their perfect seeming teeth is pulsating flesh, both boy and construct "H-hello..." They meekly say.
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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, uh, you don't need to call me sir first of all.. other than that I am okay."
"Because I can't, once you've done everything, you get bored." He sits down next to them.
"I apologize, it is simple what I've been taught to do, teach those who deserve respect as such, and everyone deserves respect." He says, his British accent quite heavy.
"Huh, never really thought about that I suppose" She muses "You've been around for that long?"
"Everyone does but sometimes people don't like having formal titles."
"Too long to waste time remembering." He taps his head "If I do, I'd probably end up going crazy or something."
"And for those, I will not give you a formal title. Nice to meet you, I am Walter Pennyworth."
"Oh well we don't want that." She laughs gently.
(*Looks at the Batman comics I've collected*)
"Pleasure to meet ya Walter." He grins again "I'm Brody Thomas."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
KK is back at the Inn, sitting at an outside table and drawing. She seems oddly casual about being in a completely new body, but internally, she's over the moon.
The Porcelain Child, Tim, walks to the Inn, being a child trapped inside of a body made entirely of magical artifacts, he has only begun to gain friends. He sitting, his hands clasped together tightly as he looks to the town.
*desc for KK, if needed*
Their new body is about a foot taller than their previous one, and made of much less synthetic material. Four spindly long arms, one pair slightly lower than the other, twitch and move their slender hands and fingers with almost claw-like nails. Across her body are occasional patches of a grey-green chitinous plating, mostly concentrated around her joints. She has around shoulder-length brown hair that is very slightly wavy, a mouth with what seems to be two rows of teeth, and six emerald green eyes with W-shaped pupils like those of a cuttlefish- two pairs smaller than the primary ones, arranged in a sort of triangle shape of three on each side of her face. She wears an orange sweater and long grey coat with modified sleeves and matching pants- clothes tailored by KK herself. The one trait that seemed to carry over in any capacity is two slender metallic antennae that seem to extend from the base of her skull- an implant on her brain stem keeping her as connected to radio signals as she was before.
KK looks over at Tim, smiling. The smile would probably be comforting were it not for the needle-like teeth it shows. "Hello there"
They turn to them, looking back and smiling, behind their perfect seeming teeth is pulsating flesh, both boy and construct "H-hello..." They meekly say.
"I don't believe we've met before. What's your name?" She puts her pencil and notepad back in their coat pockets.
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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)
*New character idea! Inspired by the Collectors from Mass Effect*
Within the large town’s morgue, hidden away from everyone else, a strange insectile creature is examining the cadavers and preserved organs of the recently deceased citizens and travelers. With a surgeon’s precision, the creature cuts open the bodies to see the inner workings of the humans, elves, dwarves, and other species common to the fantastical worlds of the material plane. With every new piece of biological and medical information the creature receives, it documents it on a strange mechanical device that is attached to its right arm, which produces a hologram that can be interacted with like a touch screen.
*I mean, it ended up being great, and leading to so many sub stories. Felix is always making the right choices, or at least most of the time anyway. Personally, I just love crazy characters.*
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 sits down and curls her knees up to her chest "How're you?"
"Hey there" Brody says "How're ya?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He sighs, smoking coming out of his nose, mouth, and ears "Doing okay, still can't die, but that's not anything new."
"I am doing well, how are you, sir?" He says with the trained politeness of a butler.
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.)
"Why do you want to die?" She asks.
"Oh, uh, you don't need to call me sir first of all.. other than that I am okay."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Because I can't, once you've done everything, you get bored." He sits down next to them.
"I apologize, it is simple what I've been taught to do, teach those who deserve respect as such, and everyone deserves respect." He says, his British accent quite heavy.
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.)
*My morning is off to a bad start. I broke my right side mirror accidentally backing into my freaking recycling bin*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*desc for KK, if needed*
Their new body is about a foot taller than their previous one, and made of much less synthetic material. Four spindly long arms, one pair slightly lower than the other, twitch and move their slender hands and fingers with almost claw-like nails. Across her body are occasional patches of a grey-green chitinous plating, mostly concentrated around her joints. She has around shoulder-length brown hair that is very slightly wavy, a mouth with what seems to be two rows of teeth, and six emerald green eyes with W-shaped pupils like those of a cuttlefish- two pairs smaller than the primary ones, arranged in a sort of triangle shape of three on each side of her face. She wears an orange sweater and long grey coat with modified sleeves and matching pants- clothes tailored by KK herself. The one trait that seemed to carry over in any capacity is two slender metallic antennae that seem to extend from the base of her skull- an implant on her brain stem keeping her as connected to radio signals as she was before.
KK looks over at Tim, smiling. The smile would probably be comforting were it not for the needle-like teeth it shows. "Hello there"
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)
"Huh, never really thought about that I suppose" She muses "You've been around for that long?"
"Everyone does but sometimes people don't like having formal titles."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*New Crooked Moon OST dropped*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Too long to waste time remembering." He taps his head "If I do, I'd probably end up going crazy or something."
"And for those, I will not give you a formal title. Nice to meet you, I am Walter Pennyworth."
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.)
They turn to them, looking back and smiling, behind their perfect seeming teeth is pulsating flesh, both boy and construct "H-hello..." They meekly say.
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.)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Whatever it takes
Yeah, take me to the top
I'm ready for whatever it takes
'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins
I do what it takes
"Oh well we don't want that." She laughs gently.
(*Looks at the Batman comics I've collected*)
"Pleasure to meet ya Walter." He grins again "I'm Brody Thomas."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Well that sucks, but hopefully a bad start doesn't end up making a bad day.*
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 don't believe we've met before. What's your name?" She puts her pencil and notepad back in their coat pockets.
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)
He chuckles and takes another hit, blowing smoke "How about you?"
*Exactly like you think, British Secret Service and all.*
"Ah, I am new to this town, would you recommend anywhere around?"
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.)
*New character idea! Inspired by the Collectors from Mass Effect*
Within the large town’s morgue, hidden away from everyone else, a strange insectile creature is examining the cadavers and preserved organs of the recently deceased citizens and travelers. With a surgeon’s precision, the creature cuts open the bodies to see the inner workings of the humans, elves, dwarves, and other species common to the fantastical worlds of the material plane. With every new piece of biological and medical information the creature receives, it documents it on a strange mechanical device that is attached to its right arm, which produces a hologram that can be interacted with like a touch screen.
"T-Tim... Nice to... meet you..." They say, looking down to their hands, the joints of which glowing all different colors with magical energy.
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.)
"Sleepy. Woke up half way during the night, hungry as a horse." She laughs "Was gonna go get pancakes or waffles or something."
"Hm, Not really yet. I have only been in a few places." he shrugs a bit.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]