A male, around the age of late thirties to early forties, is sitting inside the tavern library. He is dressed in a breastplate that shines in the lantern light a bright silver hue. His spectral wings are folded neatly, tucked in amongst themselves. He has long blonde-silvery hair that is tied up in a ponytail with a silver band. His eyes are a turquoise blue color, flecked with silver, that seem to glow. He holds a compendium of tales in one hand, reading it. He is making copies of maps translated from the stories. He makes the map without even looking at it, his eyes reading over each line in the book with ease.
He sees the Beastknight under a bunch of bunnies, giggling happily
The angel looks up, his blue eyes narrowed. He tilts his head, observing.
The Knight giggles even more, a bunny sniffing his helmeted face.
The angel walks over, picking one up by the scruff "Oryctolagus cuniculus."
A male, around the age of late thirties to early forties, is sitting inside the tavern library. He is dressed in a breastplate that shines in the lantern light a bright silver hue. His spectral wings are folded neatly, tucked in amongst themselves. He has long blonde-silvery hair that is tied up in a ponytail with a silver band. His eyes are a turquoise blue color, flecked with silver, that seem to glow. He holds a compendium of tales in one hand, reading it. He is making copies of maps translated from the stories. He makes the map without even looking at it, his eyes reading over each line in the book with ease.
He sees the Beastknight under a bunch of bunnies, giggling happily
The angel looks up, his blue eyes narrowed. He tilts his head, observing.
The Knight giggles even more, a bunny sniffing his helmeted face.
The angel walks over, picking one up by the scruff "Oryctolagus cuniculus."
The Knights hand snatches the bunny back, as he growls a bit
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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 male, around the age of late thirties to early forties, is sitting inside the tavern library. He is dressed in a breastplate that shines in the lantern light a bright silver hue. His spectral wings are folded neatly, tucked in amongst themselves. He has long blonde-silvery hair that is tied up in a ponytail with a silver band. His eyes are a turquoise blue color, flecked with silver, that seem to glow. He holds a compendium of tales in one hand, reading it. He is making copies of maps translated from the stories. He makes the map without even looking at it, his eyes reading over each line in the book with ease.
He sees the Beastknight under a bunch of bunnies, giggling happily
The angel looks up, his blue eyes narrowed. He tilts his head, observing.
The Knight giggles even more, a bunny sniffing his helmeted face.
The angel walks over, picking one up by the scruff "Oryctolagus cuniculus."
The Knights hand snatches the bunny back, as he growls a bit
The angel tilts his head, his expression neutral "No need to be rude."
A male, around the age of late thirties to early forties, is sitting inside the tavern library. He is dressed in a breastplate that shines in the lantern light a bright silver hue. His spectral wings are folded neatly, tucked in amongst themselves. He has long blonde-silvery hair that is tied up in a ponytail with a silver band. His eyes are a turquoise blue color, flecked with silver, that seem to glow. He holds a compendium of tales in one hand, reading it. He is making copies of maps translated from the stories. He makes the map without even looking at it, his eyes reading over each line in the book with ease.
He sees the Beastknight under a bunch of bunnies, giggling happily
The angel looks up, his blue eyes narrowed. He tilts his head, observing.
The Knight giggles even more, a bunny sniffing his helmeted face.
The angel walks over, picking one up by the scruff "Oryctolagus cuniculus."
The Knights hand snatches the bunny back, as he growls a bit
The angel tilts his head, his expression neutral "No need to be rude."
He lets out a sad noise. "...beastknight...is...sorry..." he offers the bunny back carefully
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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 male, around the age of late thirties to early forties, is sitting inside the tavern library. He is dressed in a breastplate that shines in the lantern light a bright silver hue. His spectral wings are folded neatly, tucked in amongst themselves. He has long blonde-silvery hair that is tied up in a ponytail with a silver band. His eyes are a turquoise blue color, flecked with silver, that seem to glow. He holds a compendium of tales in one hand, reading it. He is making copies of maps translated from the stories. He makes the map without even looking at it, his eyes reading over each line in the book with ease.
He sees the Beastknight under a bunch of bunnies, giggling happily
The angel looks up, his blue eyes narrowed. He tilts his head, observing.
The Knight giggles even more, a bunny sniffing his helmeted face.
The angel walks over, picking one up by the scruff "Oryctolagus cuniculus."
The Knights hand snatches the bunny back, as he growls a bit
The angel tilts his head, his expression neutral "No need to be rude."
He lets out a sad noise. "...beastknight...is...sorry..." he offers the bunny back carefully
The angel chuckles "No need to be sorry." He said, his head tilting to the side.
A male, around the age of late thirties to early forties, is sitting inside the tavern library. He is dressed in a breastplate that shines in the lantern light a bright silver hue. His spectral wings are folded neatly, tucked in amongst themselves. He has long blonde-silvery hair that is tied up in a ponytail with a silver band. His eyes are a turquoise blue color, flecked with silver, that seem to glow. He holds a compendium of tales in one hand, reading it. He is making copies of maps translated from the stories. He makes the map without even looking at it, his eyes reading over each line in the book with ease.
He sees the Beastknight under a bunch of bunnies, giggling happily
The angel looks up, his blue eyes narrowed. He tilts his head, observing.
The Knight giggles even more, a bunny sniffing his helmeted face.
The angel walks over, picking one up by the scruff "Oryctolagus cuniculus."
The Knights hand snatches the bunny back, as he growls a bit
The angel tilts his head, his expression neutral "No need to be rude."
He lets out a sad noise. "...beastknight...is...sorry..." he offers the bunny back carefully
The angel chuckles "No need to be sorry." He said, his head tilting to the side.
The Beastknight looks chastised as the bunnies hop away
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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 male, around the age of late thirties to early forties, is sitting inside the tavern library. He is dressed in a breastplate that shines in the lantern light a bright silver hue. His spectral wings are folded neatly, tucked in amongst themselves. He has long blonde-silvery hair that is tied up in a ponytail with a silver band. His eyes are a turquoise blue color, flecked with silver, that seem to glow. He holds a compendium of tales in one hand, reading it. He is making copies of maps translated from the stories. He makes the map without even looking at it, his eyes reading over each line in the book with ease.
He sees the Beastknight under a bunch of bunnies, giggling happily
The angel looks up, his blue eyes narrowed. He tilts his head, observing.
The Knight giggles even more, a bunny sniffing his helmeted face.
The angel walks over, picking one up by the scruff "Oryctolagus cuniculus."
The Knights hand snatches the bunny back, as he growls a bit
The angel tilts his head, his expression neutral "No need to be rude."
He lets out a sad noise. "...beastknight...is...sorry..." he offers the bunny back carefully
The angel chuckles "No need to be sorry." He said, his head tilting to the side.
The Beastknight looks chastised as the bunnies hop away
He chuckles and walks back to his chair, opening the book again.
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
The angel walks over, picking one up by the scruff "Oryctolagus cuniculus."
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
The Knights hand snatches the bunny back, as he growls a bit
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The angel tilts his head, his expression neutral "No need to be rude."
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
He lets out a sad noise. "...beastknight...is...sorry..." he offers the bunny back carefully
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The angel chuckles "No need to be sorry." He said, his head tilting to the side.
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
*Characters rn -^-*
Tycho is being harrassed byy a drunkard, looking annoyed with the situation
Georgie is out back of the tavern, giggling as his plushes move on their own it seems
-not sure what to put, might try and redo my earlier intro or just make a new character-
The Beastknight looks chastised as the bunnies hop away
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He chuckles and walks back to his chair, opening the book again.
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
He follows him, still holding one bunny
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The angel raises a brow, his face still emotionless.
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
He offers the rabbit again, still looking chastised.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The angel sighs and takes it "What do you need from me here?" He asked.
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
The Knight struggles with words, unable to convey what he wants.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The angel sighs and tilts his head "Can't talk?"
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
"bad..with...word..."
*Can we do some theren and lore rp as well?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(hello again)
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
(Hewwo! :3)
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
The Beastknight looms over the drunkard, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They try to pull out of his grip, yelling obesnities as tycho sighs, seeming to push something back into his coat, "Um, thank you large knight."