Ban is in the tavern, sitting in a booth while messing with his lip piercing.
*ooo, ban is new :>*
*what do they look like?*
*heres his intro Slowly walking down the road in a leather jacket, white t-shirt, black jeans, and red combat boots is a young man. He has messy white hair, a pierced ear and lip with small hoops through them, and warm hazel eyes. Over his shoulder is a sword and he carries himself with an air of casualness. He smiles a bit as he walks, his incisors very sharp.*
*I modeled him after the 7 deadly Sins Ban. :3*
Efflore walks up to him with a smile, dressed in a waiter outfit, "Morning handsome, what can I get ya?" He asks with a notepad in hand
Ban looks up, a smile playing on his lips. "Just a water. Thanks."
He nods, "Coming right up" he says with a smile as he walks off to grab a pitcher
ban smiles, watching them with a grin
They hum, walking with a certain cadence as he comes back with a glass and pitcher of ice water
Ban smiles his thanks, setting his sword down next to the table.
"So, where ya come from?" He asks curiously, lightly leaning over on the table
"Nowhere particular. Just another wanderer." he says, leaning back in his seat.
The young man chuckles, "I can relate. Traveled a lot before I came here" He says, "Lots of nice places"
"meh. I guess." Ban smiles. "Also please, sit, your feet must be killin you."
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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 man is walking to the tavern. From the way he is dressed, he appears to a nobel of sorts but his fashion isn't flashy but it's easy to tell it costs a lot. A white suit jacket, a black tank-top, a pair of black dress pants, and a dull iron choker around his neck and matching bracelets around his wrists and ankles.
He hums to himself, lifting his sunglasses to look at the area around him. His eyes are not like a humans, rather glowing blue optics that take in the world around them. His skin is fair, almond in color. His hair and goatee is short and the color of a crows feathers.
A man is walking to the tavern. From the way he is dressed, he appears to a nobel of sorts but his fashion isn't flashy but it's easy to tell it costs a lot. A white suit jacket, a black tank-top, a pair of black dress pants, and a dull iron choker around his neck and matching bracelets around his wrists and ankles.
He hums to himself, lifting his sunglasses to look at the area around him. His eyes are not like a humans, rather glowing blue optics that take in the world around them. His skin is fair, almond in color. His hair and goatee is short and the color of a crows feathers.
Ban watches them with a grin
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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.
Ban is in the tavern, sitting in a booth while messing with his lip piercing.
*ooo, ban is new :>*
*what do they look like?*
*heres his intro Slowly walking down the road in a leather jacket, white t-shirt, black jeans, and red combat boots is a young man. He has messy white hair, a pierced ear and lip with small hoops through them, and warm hazel eyes. Over his shoulder is a sword and he carries himself with an air of casualness. He smiles a bit as he walks, his incisors very sharp.*
*I modeled him after the 7 deadly Sins Ban. :3*
Efflore walks up to him with a smile, dressed in a waiter outfit, "Morning handsome, what can I get ya?" He asks with a notepad in hand
Ban looks up, a smile playing on his lips. "Just a water. Thanks."
He nods, "Coming right up" he says with a smile as he walks off to grab a pitcher
ban smiles, watching them with a grin
They hum, walking with a certain cadence as he comes back with a glass and pitcher of ice water
Ban smiles his thanks, setting his sword down next to the table.
"So, where ya come from?" He asks curiously, lightly leaning over on the table
"Nowhere particular. Just another wanderer." he says, leaning back in his seat.
The young man chuckles, "I can relate. Traveled a lot before I came here" He says, "Lots of nice places"
"meh. I guess." Ban smiles. "Also please, sit, your feet must be killin you."
"If ya offer" They smile, sitting down across from Ban, "Business is quiet right now, so I can take a break," He hums
A man is walking to the tavern. From the way he is dressed, he appears to a nobel of sorts but his fashion isn't flashy but it's easy to tell it costs a lot. A white suit jacket, a black tank-top, a pair of black dress pants, and a dull iron choker around his neck and matching bracelets around his wrists and ankles.
He hums to himself, lifting his sunglasses to look at the area around him. His eyes are not like a humans, rather glowing blue optics that take in the world around them. His skin is fair, almond in color. His hair and goatee is short and the color of a crows feathers.
Ban watches them with a grin
He slips back on his sunglasses and walks inside the tavern.
A man is walking to the tavern. From the way he is dressed, he appears to a nobel of sorts but his fashion isn't flashy but it's easy to tell it costs a lot. A white suit jacket, a black tank-top, a pair of black dress pants, and a dull iron choker around his neck and matching bracelets around his wrists and ankles.
He hums to himself, lifting his sunglasses to look at the area around him. His eyes are not like a humans, rather glowing blue optics that take in the world around them. His skin is fair, almond in color. His hair and goatee is short and the color of a crows feathers.
Ban watches them with a grin
He slips back on his sunglasses and walks inside the tavern.
"Where ya goin fancy pants?"
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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 man is walking to the tavern. From the way he is dressed, he appears to a nobel of sorts but his fashion isn't flashy but it's easy to tell it costs a lot. A white suit jacket, a black tank-top, a pair of black dress pants, and a dull iron choker around his neck and matching bracelets around his wrists and ankles.
He hums to himself, lifting his sunglasses to look at the area around him. His eyes are not like a humans, rather glowing blue optics that take in the world around them. His skin is fair, almond in color. His hair and goatee is short and the color of a crows feathers.
Ban watches them with a grin
He slips back on his sunglasses and walks inside the tavern.
A man is walking to the tavern. From the way he is dressed, he appears to a nobel of sorts but his fashion isn't flashy but it's easy to tell it costs a lot. A white suit jacket, a black tank-top, a pair of black dress pants, and a dull iron choker around his neck and matching bracelets around his wrists and ankles.
He hums to himself, lifting his sunglasses to look at the area around him. His eyes are not like a humans, rather glowing blue optics that take in the world around them. His skin is fair, almond in color. His hair and goatee is short and the color of a crows feathers.
A young women, he's not entirely sure what race, watches him for a few moments curiously nearby, sat on a bench. She wears a hooded cloak, pale off white skin with odd purple specks in the air around her
A man is walking to the tavern. From the way he is dressed, he appears to a nobel of sorts but his fashion isn't flashy but it's easy to tell it costs a lot. A white suit jacket, a black tank-top, a pair of black dress pants, and a dull iron choker around his neck and matching bracelets around his wrists and ankles.
He hums to himself, lifting his sunglasses to look at the area around him. His eyes are not like a humans, rather glowing blue optics that take in the world around them. His skin is fair, almond in color. His hair and goatee is short and the color of a crows feathers.
A young women, he's not entirely sure what race, watches him for a few moments curiously nearby, sat on a bench. She wears a hooded cloak, pale off white skin with odd purple specks in the air around her
He feels someone watching him and looks over. He grins kindly, waving.
A man is walking to the tavern. From the way he is dressed, he appears to a nobel of sorts but his fashion isn't flashy but it's easy to tell it costs a lot. A white suit jacket, a black tank-top, a pair of black dress pants, and a dull iron choker around his neck and matching bracelets around his wrists and ankles.
He hums to himself, lifting his sunglasses to look at the area around him. His eyes are not like a humans, rather glowing blue optics that take in the world around them. His skin is fair, almond in color. His hair and goatee is short and the color of a crows feathers.
Ban watches them with a grin
He slips back on his sunglasses and walks inside the tavern.
"Where ya goin fancy pants?"
"Getting something to drink." He grins.
*god its tony stark*
"Mind if i join ya?"
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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 man is walking to the tavern. From the way he is dressed, he appears to a nobel of sorts but his fashion isn't flashy but it's easy to tell it costs a lot. A white suit jacket, a black tank-top, a pair of black dress pants, and a dull iron choker around his neck and matching bracelets around his wrists and ankles.
He hums to himself, lifting his sunglasses to look at the area around him. His eyes are not like a humans, rather glowing blue optics that take in the world around them. His skin is fair, almond in color. His hair and goatee is short and the color of a crows feathers.
Ban watches them with a grin
He slips back on his sunglasses and walks inside the tavern.
"Where ya goin fancy pants?"
"Getting something to drink." He grins.
*god its tony stark*
"Mind if i join ya?"
"Course. More the merrier." He chuckles and sits down at the bar.
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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Gravedigger casts out his line "Not a lot of days like these nowadays"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"meh. I guess." Ban smiles. "Also please, sit, your feet must be killin you."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Holy..."
"What? What is that?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Fog pours from its edges.
”…unpleasant. I wouldn’t want to spoil it.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I like them, airs warm but still breezy. People seem nicer to eachother"
*NEW CHARACTER TIME.*
A man is walking to the tavern. From the way he is dressed, he appears to a nobel of sorts but his fashion isn't flashy but it's easy to tell it costs a lot. A white suit jacket, a black tank-top, a pair of black dress pants, and a dull iron choker around his neck and matching bracelets around his wrists and ankles.
He hums to himself, lifting his sunglasses to look at the area around him. His eyes are not like a humans, rather glowing blue optics that take in the world around them. His skin is fair, almond in color. His hair and goatee is short and the color of a crows feathers.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"nope nope nope." Phoenix turns and walks away
Nick closes the book.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Ban watches them with a grin
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"If ya offer" They smile, sitting down across from Ban, "Business is quiet right now, so I can take a break," He hums
He slips back on his sunglasses and walks inside the tavern.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
A faint cry of anguish rings out from the pit.
“What’s wrong?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"breaks are meant to be enjoyed. i mean honestly your supposed to take life easy you know?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Where ya goin fancy pants?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Nope. Cry in anguish elsewhere."
"Dont wanna read anymore. No need for me to be disturbed. Might get nightmares."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Getting something to drink." He grins.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
A young women, he's not entirely sure what race, watches him for a few moments curiously nearby, sat on a bench. She wears a hooded cloak, pale off white skin with odd purple specks in the air around her
He feels someone watching him and looks over. He grins kindly, waving.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*god its tony stark*
"Mind if i join ya?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
People are beginning to gather about the edge of the pit, confused and frightened.
“It’s not that… well no that’d be a lie. It is disturbing. So do you want to read something else?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Course. More the merrier." He chuckles and sits down at the bar.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘