*I still have my mobile one, just lost my computer one.*
*ah. well I did respond to you on the Warhammer page*
*Coolio, wanna rp then?*
*Sure. Heres who I got*
Hearthstone is shopping for a new scarf while admiring the shops displays in town.
Apollon is talking to a spirit in the woods. Tears pour from his cold eyes, streaking his face.
Damian is shopping for a new outfit to adventure with, his current outfit only slightly more than a cloak and big hat.
Grove walks through the forest, his body covered in mossy growths from being asleep for such a long time.
Hearthstone enters a clothing store, humming to himself.
Apollon wipes away his tears and he continues to talk to the spirit.
Damian coincidentally follows after, beginning to grab clothes that aren't even his size, occasionally looking to Hearthstone for what they get.
Grove walks over, making himself as to not ruin anything that may be happening, a spirit himself.
Hearth is looking at scarves. He picks up a midnight purple one with interest.
Apollon tries to touch the spirits cheek but his hand passes through. After a few moments the spirit fades, leaving him alone.
Damian makes a sharp inhaling noise, as to prevent him from picking the scarf.
Grove walks over and puts a hand on Apollon's shoulder, the comforting voice of an old man coming from the empty suit of armor "Do you need someone to talk to?"
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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.'
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*I still have my mobile one, just lost my computer one.*
*ah. well I did respond to you on the Warhammer page*
*Coolio, wanna rp then?*
*Sure. Heres who I got*
Hearthstone is shopping for a new scarf while admiring the shops displays in town.
Apollon is talking to a spirit in the woods. Tears pour from his cold eyes, streaking his face.
Damian is shopping for a new outfit to adventure with, his current outfit only slightly more than a cloak and big hat.
Grove walks through the forest, his body covered in mossy growths from being asleep for such a long time.
Hearthstone enters a clothing store, humming to himself.
Apollon wipes away his tears and he continues to talk to the spirit.
Damian coincidentally follows after, beginning to grab clothes that aren't even his size, occasionally looking to Hearthstone for what they get.
Grove walks over, making himself as to not ruin anything that may be happening, a spirit himself.
Hearth is looking at scarves. He picks up a midnight purple one with interest.
Apollon tries to touch the spirits cheek but his hand passes through. After a few moments the spirit fades, leaving him alone.
Damian makes a sharp inhaling noise, as to prevent him from picking the scarf.
Grove walks over and puts a hand on Apollon's shoulder, the comforting voice of an old man coming from the empty suit of armor "Do you need someone to talk to?"
Hearth, being deaf, doesn't hear him. He examines it happily, liking it.
Apollon swiftly places a spear point under the suit of armor's chin. "Who in the 9 hells are 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.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*I still have my mobile one, just lost my computer one.*
*ah. well I did respond to you on the Warhammer page*
*Coolio, wanna rp then?*
*Sure. Heres who I got*
Hearthstone is shopping for a new scarf while admiring the shops displays in town.
Apollon is talking to a spirit in the woods. Tears pour from his cold eyes, streaking his face.
Damian is shopping for a new outfit to adventure with, his current outfit only slightly more than a cloak and big hat.
Grove walks through the forest, his body covered in mossy growths from being asleep for such a long time.
Hearthstone enters a clothing store, humming to himself.
Apollon wipes away his tears and he continues to talk to the spirit.
Damian coincidentally follows after, beginning to grab clothes that aren't even his size, occasionally looking to Hearthstone for what they get.
Grove walks over, making himself as to not ruin anything that may be happening, a spirit himself.
Hearth is looking at scarves. He picks up a midnight purple one with interest.
Apollon tries to touch the spirits cheek but his hand passes through. After a few moments the spirit fades, leaving him alone.
Damian makes a sharp inhaling noise, as to prevent him from picking the scarf.
Grove walks over and puts a hand on Apollon's shoulder, the comforting voice of an old man coming from the empty suit of armor "Do you need someone to talk to?"
Hearth, being deaf, doesn't hear him. He examines it happily, liking it.
Apollon swiftly places a spear point under the suit of armor's chin. "Who in the 9 hells are you?"
Damian walks over and taps Hearth on the shoulder, making a 'Not that one' gesture when he looks.
Grove, despite not having a face, softly smiles "An old man who's seen a suffering man or two in his day." He slowly moves the spear away.
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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.'
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*I still have my mobile one, just lost my computer one.*
*ah. well I did respond to you on the Warhammer page*
*Coolio, wanna rp then?*
*Sure. Heres who I got*
Hearthstone is shopping for a new scarf while admiring the shops displays in town.
Apollon is talking to a spirit in the woods. Tears pour from his cold eyes, streaking his face.
Damian is shopping for a new outfit to adventure with, his current outfit only slightly more than a cloak and big hat.
Grove walks through the forest, his body covered in mossy growths from being asleep for such a long time.
Hearthstone enters a clothing store, humming to himself.
Apollon wipes away his tears and he continues to talk to the spirit.
Damian coincidentally follows after, beginning to grab clothes that aren't even his size, occasionally looking to Hearthstone for what they get.
Grove walks over, making himself as to not ruin anything that may be happening, a spirit himself.
Hearth is looking at scarves. He picks up a midnight purple one with interest.
Apollon tries to touch the spirits cheek but his hand passes through. After a few moments the spirit fades, leaving him alone.
Damian makes a sharp inhaling noise, as to prevent him from picking the scarf.
Grove walks over and puts a hand on Apollon's shoulder, the comforting voice of an old man coming from the empty suit of armor "Do you need someone to talk to?"
Hearth, being deaf, doesn't hear him. He examines it happily, liking it.
Apollon swiftly places a spear point under the suit of armor's chin. "Who in the 9 hells are you?"
Damian walks over and taps Hearth on the shoulder, making a 'Not that one' gesture when he looks.
Grove, despite not having a face, softly smiles "An old man who's seen a suffering man or two in his day." He slowly moves the spear away.
“There is nothing wrong with it.” He signs
Apollon keeps the spear where it is
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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.
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Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
Damian is shopping for a new outfit to adventure with, his current outfit only slightly more than a cloak and big hat.
Grove walks through the forest, his body covered in mossy growths from being asleep for such a long time.
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.)
(Yo.)
The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
(online Monday-Friday from 8:00 to 3:00) (Most of the time.)
First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
Hewwo! ^w^ You wanna see a surprise? :3
Hearthstone enters a clothing store, humming to himself.
Apollon wipes away his tears and he continues to talk to the spirit.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Allo*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Damian coincidentally follows after, beginning to grab clothes that aren't even his size, occasionally looking to Hearthstone for what they get.
Grove walks over, making himself as to not ruin anything that may be happening, a spirit himself.
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.)
Hearth is looking at scarves. He picks up a midnight purple one with interest.
Apollon tries to touch the spirits cheek but his hand passes through. After a few moments the spirit fades, leaving him alone.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Damian makes a sharp inhaling noise, as to prevent him from picking the scarf.
Grove walks over and puts a hand on Apollon's shoulder, the comforting voice of an old man coming from the empty suit of armor "Do you need someone to talk to?"
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.)
(you and me both)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*mnnnnnnn, sleepy.*
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
Hearth, being deaf, doesn't hear him. He examines it happily, liking it.
Apollon swiftly places a spear point under the suit of armor's chin. "Who in the 9 hells are you?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*RAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHH -chucks characters at-*
Hearthstone is shopping for a new scarf while admiring the shops displays in town.
Leo is working on Festus. He has deep bags under his eyes and his hands are shaky.
Apollon is talking to a spirit in the woods. Tears pour from his cold eyes, streaking his face.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(Hi Lawrence)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Damian walks over and taps Hearth on the shoulder, making a 'Not that one' gesture when he looks.
Grove, despite not having a face, softly smiles "An old man who's seen a suffering man or two in his day." He slowly moves the spear away.
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.)
*SCREAMS- (GETS HIT)*
Apollon smells earthy notes of wood and soil with a subtle undertone of rotting flesh. Something is watching him, it's eyes pinned on him.
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
*Eeeeee*
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
(how are you doing)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Eeeeepy*
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
(you and me both. I only got 4 hours of sleep)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
“There is nothing wrong with it.” He signs
Apollon keeps the spear where it is
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.