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
It loads him into the machine, which injects him with anesthesia and begins to cut him open, applying radiant energy to heal individual internal wounds before closing him up and applying more energy to close the opening. It's an auto-doc.
Healing: 56
All the wounds heal as Hearthstone slowly wakes up. When he sees that he's in a machine he panics.
The angel pries the autodoc open, letting the healed Hearthstone out. Its own body is mostly healed at this point.
It loads him into the machine, which injects him with anesthesia and begins to cut him open, applying radiant energy to heal individual internal wounds before closing him up and applying more energy to close the opening. It's an auto-doc.
Healing: 56
All the wounds heal as Hearthstone slowly wakes up. When he sees that he's in a machine he panics.
The angel pries the autodoc open, letting the healed Hearthstone out. Its own body is mostly healed at this point.
Hearthstone stagers out signing rapidly, "Who are you, why am I here? "
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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.
*Technically I should have put backslashes before the asterisks or it messes up the match*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Goood morning :D*
*Depression can get punted into a lake*
*oh--*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Agreed. -punts depression-*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Lake Huron is lovely this time of year if I may make a suggestion*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He crouches down next to Hearthstone
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
(MY MAN!)
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
Blood pours from his mouth, his eyes are hollow
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Yayyyyy, -drowns depression in a shallow mud grave-*
*They won't mind a body right?*
*Hi :>*
The angel pries the autodoc open, letting the healed Hearthstone out. Its own body is mostly healed at this point.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Yippie!! Also here's my characters if your up to it :)*
Theren is tending to his garden. He is shaping the earth to add a small creek to his garden.
Phoenix is baking a batch of cookies. He wears a slightly dirty apron over his clothes.
Hearthstone is slumped against a wall in a village. Blood is splattered against the wall as a stone golem stares down at him.
-open slot to choose whoever-
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Hearthstone stagers out signing rapidly, "Who are you, why am I here? "
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*1 out of 77? probably not*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Then i know where to hide it*
*Technically that statistic applies to all of the Great Lakes so act with caution*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Heres mine :>*
Tycho is sat on the roof, watching the town
Georgie turns a corner, almost bumping into Hearthstone, "O-oh, sorry mister." He mumbles, not noticing the golem or blood
*Well i'm good at not getting caught*
*Hey everybody.*
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.)