*I am returned from my English finals, I am God of writing now >:]*
*as such, here is my intro:*
Walking down the road into the town is a young women around 20, a simple bag slung over her shoulder. Her outfit is mostly normal, a dress shirt and leggings, a loose colorful tie around her neck. Overall, something suited for moving around on trails. In addition to that, she herself seems normal, with slightly tanned Caucasian skin, emerald green eyes, and long brown hair tied in a braid down her back. She continues walking, looking down at a map that she was holding onto for a few moments
*I am returned from my English finals, I am God of writing now >:]*
*as such, here is my intro:*
Walking down the road into the town is a young women around 20, a simple bag slung over her shoulder. Her outfit is mostly normal, a dress shirt and leggings, a loose colorful tie around her neck. Overall, something suited for moving around on trails. In addition to that, she herself seems normal, with slightly tanned Caucasian skin, emerald green eyes, and long brown hair tied in a braid down her back. She continues walking, looking down at a map that she was holding onto for a few moments
*Helios' powers only grow*
Raphael waves at them. "You lost?"
*Meroving would like to dupe convice Anastasius into allowing Meroving to possess them fyi*
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*I am returned from my English finals, I am God of writing now >:]*
*as such, here is my intro:*
Walking down the road into the town is a young women around 20, a simple bag slung over her shoulder. Her outfit is mostly normal, a dress shirt and leggings, a loose colorful tie around her neck. Overall, something suited for moving around on trails. In addition to that, she herself seems normal, with slightly tanned Caucasian skin, emerald green eyes, and long brown hair tied in a braid down her back. She continues walking, looking down at a map that she was holding onto for a few moments
*Helios' powers only grow*
Raphael waves at them. "You lost?"
*Meroving would like to dupe convice Anastasius into allowing Meroving to possess them fyi*
*INDEED* *[YEETS A FLASHBANG INTO DETENTION]*
She looks up and waves back, "Uh, yeah. Kinda never been around here." She laughs sheepishly
*I am returned from my English finals, I am God of writing now >:]*
*as such, here is my intro:*
Walking down the road into the town is a young women around 20, a simple bag slung over her shoulder. Her outfit is mostly normal, a dress shirt and leggings, a loose colorful tie around her neck. Overall, something suited for moving around on trails. In addition to that, she herself seems normal, with slightly tanned Caucasian skin, emerald green eyes, and long brown hair tied in a braid down her back. She continues walking, looking down at a map that she was holding onto for a few moments
*Helios' powers only grow*
Raphael waves at them. "You lost?"
*Meroving would like to dupe convice Anastasius into allowing Meroving to possess them fyi*
*INDEED* *[YEETS A FLASHBANG INTO DETENTION]*
She looks up and waves back, "Uh, yeah. Kinda never been around here." She laughs sheepishly
*Noted, you must 'convince' him ;D*
*Yep. Meroving has their plans. They will finally have taste buds again*
They shrug. "That's fine. You looking for anything in particular?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Alright gonna keep my characters in one place :p (Kinda)*
The tavern doors swing inward as a figure steps in through the sudden glare of the sun. The air seems to ripple with ancient magic that clings to the wanderer's tattered cloak, carrying whispers of forgotten adventures and untold tales as the dust dances around them like a loyal companion.
A rusty sword hangs upon the hip of this wanderer, once a masterpiece, now held solely as a rusty testament to their past, a silent witness to countless stories, for the wanderer's mismatched eyes hold tales of power long discarded, temporarily or otherwise.
Walking to a nearby table they drop a small pouch upon it which creates a resounding thud, drawing the attention of nearby patrons, as they spin a purple-tinted disc upon their fingers.
And yet upon closer inspection, their form wavers, like a haze. An elusive illusion that is not so easily lifted or seen through, it's almost as if they're daring someone to try.
And so the wanderer takes a seat, eyes drifting closed, or perhaps they're trying to focus on the conversations around them.
*I am returned from my English finals, I am God of writing now >:]*
*as such, here is my intro:*
Walking down the road into the town is a young women around 20, a simple bag slung over her shoulder. Her outfit is mostly normal, a dress shirt and leggings, a loose colorful tie around her neck. Overall, something suited for moving around on trails. In addition to that, she herself seems normal, with slightly tanned Caucasian skin, emerald green eyes, and long brown hair tied in a braid down her back. She continues walking, looking down at a map that she was holding onto for a few moments
*Helios' powers only grow*
Raphael waves at them. "You lost?"
*Meroving would like to dupe convice Anastasius into allowing Meroving to possess them fyi*
*INDEED* *[YEETS A FLASHBANG INTO DETENTION]*
She looks up and waves back, "Uh, yeah. Kinda never been around here." She laughs sheepishly
*Noted, you must 'convince' him ;D*
*Yep. Meroving has their plans. They will finally have taste buds again*
They shrug. "That's fine. You looking for anything in particular?"
*until I lichify them :3* *which admitadly probably won't happen lol*
"Uh... I'll be honest it's a little weird." She says
*Alright gonna keep my characters in one place :p (Kinda)*
The tavern doors swing inward as a figure steps in through the sudden glare of the sun. The air seems to ripple with ancient magic that clings to the wanderer's tattered cloak, carrying whispers of forgotten adventures and untold tales as the dust dances around them like a loyal companion.
A rusty sword hangs upon the hip of this wanderer, once a masterpiece, now held solely as a rusty testament to their past, a silent witness to countless stories, for the wanderer's mismatched eyes hold tales of power long discarded, temporarily or otherwise.
Walking to a nearby table they drop a small pouch upon it which creates a resounding thud, drawing the attention of nearby patrons, as they spin a purple-tinted disc upon their fingers.
And yet upon closer inspection, their form wavers, like a haze. An elusive illusion that is not so easily lifted or seen through, it's almost as if they're daring someone to try.
And so the wanderer takes a seat, eyes drifting closed, or perhaps they're trying to focus on the conversations around them.
Throden waves. "Want a drink?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*I am returned from my English finals, I am God of writing now >:]*
*as such, here is my intro:*
Walking down the road into the town is a young women around 20, a simple bag slung over her shoulder. Her outfit is mostly normal, a dress shirt and leggings, a loose colorful tie around her neck. Overall, something suited for moving around on trails. In addition to that, she herself seems normal, with slightly tanned Caucasian skin, emerald green eyes, and long brown hair tied in a braid down her back. She continues walking, looking down at a map that she was holding onto for a few moments
*Helios' powers only grow*
Raphael waves at them. "You lost?"
*Meroving would like to dupe convice Anastasius into allowing Meroving to possess them fyi*
*INDEED* *[YEETS A FLASHBANG INTO DETENTION]*
She looks up and waves back, "Uh, yeah. Kinda never been around here." She laughs sheepishly
*Noted, you must 'convince' him ;D*
*Yep. Meroving has their plans. They will finally have taste buds again*
They shrug. "That's fine. You looking for anything in particular?"
*until I lichify them :3* *which admitadly probably won't happen lol*
"Uh... I'll be honest it's a little weird." She says
*Not right now anyway*
"The magic tavern that contains like 2 angels, a demi-prince of demons, ghost waiter, magic time sword, and more?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Doesn't exist. Flesh golem's aren't know for such things
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"D'accord. Neither are babies but then they grow up and listen to death metal so..."
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
*I am returned from my English finals, I am God of writing now >:]*
*as such, here is my intro:*
Walking down the road into the town is a young women around 20, a simple bag slung over her shoulder. Her outfit is mostly normal, a dress shirt and leggings, a loose colorful tie around her neck. Overall, something suited for moving around on trails. In addition to that, she herself seems normal, with slightly tanned Caucasian skin, emerald green eyes, and long brown hair tied in a braid down her back. She continues walking, looking down at a map that she was holding onto for a few moments
People are strange, living, aging. So what got you into music?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Helios' powers only grow*
Raphael waves at them. "You lost?"
*Meroving would like to
dupeconvice Anastasius into allowing Meroving to possess them fyi*Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"My toxic trait is seeing something once then believing I can do the same thing with 0 practice."
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
*INDEED* *[YEETS A FLASHBANG INTO DETENTION]*
She looks up and waves back, "Uh, yeah. Kinda never been around here." She laughs sheepishly
*Noted, you must 'convince' him ;D*
Huh, I guess mine is I'm a bored nigh almighty sword who wants to be entertained
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Yep. Meroving has their plans. They will finally have taste buds again*
They shrug. "That's fine. You looking for anything in particular?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
(hello)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Alright gonna keep my characters in one place :p (Kinda)*
The tavern doors swing inward as a figure steps in through the sudden glare of the sun. The air seems to ripple with ancient magic that clings to the wanderer's tattered cloak, carrying whispers of forgotten adventures and untold tales as the dust dances around them like a loyal companion.
A rusty sword hangs upon the hip of this wanderer, once a masterpiece, now held solely as a rusty testament to their past, a silent witness to countless stories, for the wanderer's mismatched eyes hold tales of power long discarded, temporarily or otherwise.
Walking to a nearby table they drop a small pouch upon it which creates a resounding thud, drawing the attention of nearby patrons, as they spin a purple-tinted disc upon their fingers.
And yet upon closer inspection, their form wavers, like a haze. An elusive illusion that is not so easily lifted or seen through, it's almost as if they're daring someone to try.
And so the wanderer takes a seat, eyes drifting closed, or perhaps they're trying to focus on the conversations around them.
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
"That's a normal human thing to do though. Get entertained I mean."
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
*Hallo*
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
Yeah, I guess so, save my care for life isn't as strong
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
(how are you)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*until I lichify them :3* *which admitadly probably won't happen lol*
"Uh... I'll be honest it's a little weird." She says
Throden waves. "Want a drink?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Well, you are a sword."
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
*Not right now anyway*
"The magic tavern that contains like 2 angels, a demi-prince of demons, ghost waiter, magic time sword, and more?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"... Yes, I'll take any of the juices. Thank you."
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?