[[ Alaric, Dragon, sorry I didn’t participate in the pirate fight, a lot of stuff happened at once and I couldn’t join in… I know y’all aren’t on as I’m making this but imma try to be more active… as for friend’s excuse idk but my first idea was being chloroformed or drugged for some reason ]]
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
[[ hmmm… Idk where friend is gotta come up with an excuse for friend for my absence, Aromith is just dragoning around and I’m debating on intro ing a new character I only use in roleplay :^ ]]
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
[[ good, nearly had an existential crisis but good hbu ]]
(I'm doing alright. Why'd you almost have an existential crisis?)
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Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
[[ good, nearly had an existential crisis but good hbu ]]
(I'm doing alright. Why'd you almost have an existential crisis?)
[[ I use music to overpower my thoughts and my headphones were charging earlier and I didn’t wanna wake anyone up :P ]]
(lol)
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Thatcher was sitting at his desk in the library, muttering to himself while having a bottle of brandy sit to his right. He pours himself a shot, downs it, then continues to read over missing person cases. He ran a hand through his neatly combed dark brown hair, grey eyes scanning over the files. He was dressed dashingly in a white, button-up dress shirt, a black vest with a silver chain that was connected to a pocket-watch that sat comfortably in his pocket, black slacks, and simple loafers.
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Atlas was outside. He was sharpening his sword while sitting upon a rock in the middle of a field, hopefully far enough from the tavern and people. He enjoyed the quiet and when it was pierced by the air-cutting "SHING" of the whetstone against metal. His pinpoints of red light that were his eyes stared at the forest line, tracking a deer and her children as they jumped through the shrubs and grass.
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Victor was fuming. He had spent all of his time and effort to dig up graves of those who had recently passed, now he finds officers patrolling the grave yard. He had burned his work in fear of being taken back to jail but now he had watched the officers leave without so much as a warrant. He had lost all his work for nothing.
He grumbles and leans back in his chair, running a hand through his unruly black hair. He closes his eyes. all that work, GONE.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Eh you know what? I’ve got a few minutes. Screw it.* *Hi guys! How’s it going?*
A pale man dressed in fine black clothing walks into the tavern. His age is decidedly unclear, he looks to be in his early thirties, but his eyes betray a cold intelligence indicative of a being centuries older. He wears an ornate pair of black leather riding gloves with gold embroidery. His curly mop of black hair gently overshadows his icy blue eyes. A renaissance style mustache and goatee sprouts from his chin and upper lip. He takes a table for himself and signals for a waiter.
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This is ItsNotAChest’s alternate, so no some random psychopath hasn’t stolen their storylines/posts. Or maybe I did. Who knows…
I am what happens when you write character concepts on a spice high
*Eh you know what? I’ve got a few minutes. Screw it.* *Hi guys! How’s it going?*
A pale man dressed in fine black clothing walks into the tavern. His age is decidedly unclear, he looks to be in his early thirties, but his eyes betray a cold intelligence indicative of a being centuries older. He wears an ornate pair of black leather riding gloves with gold embroidery. His curly mop of black hair gently overshadows his icy blue eyes. A renaissance style mustache and goatee sprouts from his chin and upper lip. He takes a table for himself and signals for a waiter.
*I think i know who this is but im not completely sure*
Thatcher looks up and narrows his cold grey eyes. The Scottish general stands up and jumps behind the bar, setting the brandy bottle back before grabbing a unopened one and walking back to his desk.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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[[ Alaric, Dragon, sorry I didn’t participate in the pirate fight, a lot of stuff happened at once and I couldn’t join in… I know y’all aren’t on as I’m making this but imma try to be more active… as for friend’s excuse idk but my first idea was being chloroformed or drugged for some reason ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
(Anyone on?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
[[ surprisingly, yes]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
NoI,
Who and where are your characters in here?
MY INFO
(lol)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Jonas is hanging Christmas lights on his ship
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
[[ hmmm… Idk where friend is gotta come up with an excuse for friend for my absence, Aromith is just dragoning around and I’m debating on intro ing a new character I only use in roleplay :^ ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
(Hello?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
[[ hellœ ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
(How are you?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
[[ good, nearly had an existential crisis but good hbu ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
(I'm doing alright. Why'd you almost have an existential crisis?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
[[ I use music to overpower my thoughts and my headphones were charging earlier and I didn’t wanna wake anyone up :P ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
(lol)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
(I'd listen to music rn but it's midnight lol)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
*maaaaan today is quiet.....*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Timber is sitting by the fire next to willow, whos arm is fully healed now, both of them singing Christmas songs
Galax is at the bar
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Thatcher was sitting at his desk in the library, muttering to himself while having a bottle of brandy sit to his right. He pours himself a shot, downs it, then continues to read over missing person cases. He ran a hand through his neatly combed dark brown hair, grey eyes scanning over the files. He was dressed dashingly in a white, button-up dress shirt, a black vest with a silver chain that was connected to a pocket-watch that sat comfortably in his pocket, black slacks, and simple loafers.
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Atlas was outside. He was sharpening his sword while sitting upon a rock in the middle of a field, hopefully far enough from the tavern and people. He enjoyed the quiet and when it was pierced by the air-cutting "SHING" of the whetstone against metal. His pinpoints of red light that were his eyes stared at the forest line, tracking a deer and her children as they jumped through the shrubs and grass.
--------------------------
Victor was fuming. He had spent all of his time and effort to dig up graves of those who had recently passed, now he finds officers patrolling the grave yard. He had burned his work in fear of being taken back to jail but now he had watched the officers leave without so much as a warrant. He had lost all his work for nothing.
He grumbles and leans back in his chair, running a hand through his unruly black hair. He closes his eyes. all that work, GONE.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Eh you know what? I’ve got a few minutes. Screw it.*
*Hi guys! How’s it going?*
A pale man dressed in fine black clothing walks into the tavern. His age is decidedly unclear, he looks to be in his early thirties, but his eyes betray a cold intelligence indicative of a being centuries older. He wears an ornate pair of black leather riding gloves with gold embroidery. His curly mop of black hair gently overshadows his icy blue eyes. A renaissance style mustache and goatee sprouts from his chin and upper lip. He takes a table for himself and signals for a waiter.
This is ItsNotAChest’s alternate, so no some random psychopath hasn’t stolen their storylines/posts. Or maybe I did. Who knows…
I am what happens when you write character concepts on a spice high
#ForeverAlone
#ForeverDM
*I think i know who this is but im not completely sure*
Thatcher looks up and narrows his cold grey eyes. The Scottish general stands up and jumps behind the bar, setting the brandy bottle back before grabbing a unopened one and walking back to his desk.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]