Walking towards the town is a hulking figure in bronze plate armor. A golden spiked tail drags behind it with golden wings tucked behind its back. Light golden horns sprout from its helmet. A silver great sword rests on its back as it slowly walks. Georgie can see that it stands at about 8'9". The Beastknight sits down in a field, picking up a bunny and gently petting it. Its tail swishes back and forth slowly.
As the Beastknight pets the adorable the clouds above them part, revealing the shining sun, and the shadow of something truly majestic. Two pairs of wings flap as what appears to be an angel descends from the heavens to the earth. It has what seems to be closed book in one hand, and a heart covered in golden ichor in the other, the former still beating despite being connected to nothing apparent.
It growls, holding the bunny close to himself.
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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.
Walking towards the town is a hulking figure in bronze plate armor. A golden spiked tail drags behind it with golden wings tucked behind its back. Light golden horns sprout from its helmet. A silver great sword rests on its back as it slowly walks. Georgie can see that it stands at about 8'9". The Beastknight sits down in a field, picking up a bunny and gently petting it. Its tail swishes back and forth slowly.
As the Beastknight pets the adorable the clouds above them part, revealing the shining sun, and the shadow of something truly majestic. Two pairs of wings flap as what appears to be an angel descends from the heavens to the earth. It has what seems to be closed book in one hand, and a heart covered in golden ichor in the other, the former still beating despite being connected to nothing apparent.
It growls, holding the bunny close to himself.
Upon descending fully to the ground and seeing the Beastknight, they lower their hands "I apologize for my dramatic entrance, it is a curse of mine. I do not seek to cause either of you harm." He places the still beating heart in his pouch, and slicks back his hair, now stained with golden blood.
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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.'
Walking towards the town is a hulking figure in bronze plate armor. A golden spiked tail drags behind it with golden wings tucked behind its back. Light golden horns sprout from its helmet. A silver great sword rests on its back as it slowly walks. Georgie can see that it stands at about 8'9". The Beastknight sits down in a field, picking up a bunny and gently petting it. Its tail swishes back and forth slowly.
As the Beastknight pets the adorable the clouds above them part, revealing the shining sun, and the shadow of something truly majestic. Two pairs of wings flap as what appears to be an angel descends from the heavens to the earth. It has what seems to be closed book in one hand, and a heart covered in golden ichor in the other, the former still beating despite being connected to nothing apparent.
It growls, holding the bunny close to himself.
Upon descending fully to the ground and seeing the Beastknight, they lower their hands "I apologize for my dramatic entrance, it is a curse of mine. I do not seek to cause either of you harm." He places the still beating heart in his pouch, and slicks back his hair, now stained with golden blood.
The Beastknight's tail slams into the ground, cracking it slightly.
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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.
Walking towards the town is a hulking figure in bronze plate armor. A golden spiked tail drags behind it with golden wings tucked behind its back. Light golden horns sprout from its helmet. A silver great sword rests on its back as it slowly walks. Georgie can see that it stands at about 8'9". The Beastknight sits down in a field, picking up a bunny and gently petting it. Its tail swishes back and forth slowly.
As the Beastknight pets the adorable the clouds above them part, revealing the shining sun, and the shadow of something truly majestic. Two pairs of wings flap as what appears to be an angel descends from the heavens to the earth. It has what seems to be closed book in one hand, and a heart covered in golden ichor in the other, the former still beating despite being connected to nothing apparent.
It growls, holding the bunny close to himself.
Upon descending fully to the ground and seeing the Beastknight, they lower their hands "I apologize for my dramatic entrance, it is a curse of mine. I do not seek to cause either of you harm." He places the still beating heart in his pouch, and slicks back his hair, now stained with golden blood.
The Beastknight's tail slams into the ground, cracking it slightly.
He puts down the book, leaving his hands empty "See? No harm meant."
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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.'
Walking towards the town is a hulking figure in bronze plate armor. A golden spiked tail drags behind it with golden wings tucked behind its back. Light golden horns sprout from its helmet. A silver great sword rests on its back as it slowly walks. Georgie can see that it stands at about 8'9". The Beastknight sits down in a field, picking up a bunny and gently petting it. Its tail swishes back and forth slowly.
As the Beastknight pets the adorable the clouds above them part, revealing the shining sun, and the shadow of something truly majestic. Two pairs of wings flap as what appears to be an angel descends from the heavens to the earth. It has what seems to be closed book in one hand, and a heart covered in golden ichor in the other, the former still beating despite being connected to nothing apparent.
It growls, holding the bunny close to himself.
Upon descending fully to the ground and seeing the Beastknight, they lower their hands "I apologize for my dramatic entrance, it is a curse of mine. I do not seek to cause either of you harm." He places the still beating heart in his pouch, and slicks back his hair, now stained with golden blood.
The Beastknight's tail slams into the ground, cracking it slightly.
He puts down the book, leaving his hands empty "See? No harm meant."
"You...hold...God...heart..."
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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.
Walking towards the town is a hulking figure in bronze plate armor. A golden spiked tail drags behind it with golden wings tucked behind its back. Light golden horns sprout from its helmet. A silver great sword rests on its back as it slowly walks. Georgie can see that it stands at about 8'9". The Beastknight sits down in a field, picking up a bunny and gently petting it. Its tail swishes back and forth slowly.
As the Beastknight pets the adorable the clouds above them part, revealing the shining sun, and the shadow of something truly majestic. Two pairs of wings flap as what appears to be an angel descends from the heavens to the earth. It has what seems to be closed book in one hand, and a heart covered in golden ichor in the other, the former still beating despite being connected to nothing apparent.
It growls, holding the bunny close to himself.
Upon descending fully to the ground and seeing the Beastknight, they lower their hands "I apologize for my dramatic entrance, it is a curse of mine. I do not seek to cause either of you harm." He places the still beating heart in his pouch, and slicks back his hair, now stained with golden blood.
The Beastknight's tail slams into the ground, cracking it slightly.
He puts down the book, leaving his hands empty "See? No harm meant."
"You...hold...God...heart..."
He nods slowly "It's for my friend. He needs it for his illness."
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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
It growls, holding the bunny close to himself.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I...protect..." it struggles for the word for a moment. "....innocents..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Upon descending fully to the ground and seeing the Beastknight, they lower their hands "I apologize for my dramatic entrance, it is a curse of mine. I do not seek to cause either of you harm." He places the still beating heart in his pouch, and slicks back his hair, now stained with golden blood.
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.)
The Beastknight's tail slams into the ground, cracking it slightly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He puts down the book, leaving his hands empty "See? No harm meant."
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...hold...God...heart..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods slowly "It's for my friend. He needs it for his illness."
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.)
"That sounds nice" he says, humming softly
"You...kill...a...God..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He shakes his head "Not kill, not dead yet. Only slowed down."
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.)
It places the bunny down who hops away as it stands, 8'9", as its spiked tail slams into the ground again. "why...harm...God...?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Knight nods, gently prodding the plushie.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He takes a deep breath after stumbling from the slam, in and out "My friend is dying, I can't let that happen. So I am trying to help him."
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.)
"And you...you..hurt a god...?" he says
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I had to. I can't let my friend die." He replies.
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.)
"no...excuse..." he snarls, unsheathing his sword.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He facepalms before his wings begin to beat, sending him 60ft into the air. He says to him "I am not going to fight you."
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.)
(It's boutta get real, lmao.)
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
(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
he smiles at them, the plush grabbing his finger gently