Samaritan is practicing with his knives, practicing against mirror images of himself. The Ex-Navy is on equal footing with them, changing up his attacks each time. He refuses to remove his balaclava from his face despite the exercise.
William is dicing up tomatoes, preparing a pot of fresh tomato sauce.
Phoenix watches from a distance, silently critiquing everything.
Samaritan lands a blade right into one of the image's chest, it disappearing into the mist. He spins the blade, chuckling to himself.
Phoenix slow claps. "Not bad."
Samaritan turns around, eyes narrowed. "What do you want?" He asked, his accent distinct.
"Me? Nothing. Lemme guess. Ex-navy seals?" he says, walking over.
"Seal's?" He blinks slowly, producing his knife from its sheath "Don't know what that is."
"Or just Ex-Navy?" he says, arms crossed, seemingly not frightened by the knife.
"You got twenty seconds to get outta here." he said, eyes narrowing again.
"look. You don't frighten me." he says calmly. "Im just tryna have a conversation here. No need for violence."
"Yeah? Well, take it from my stand point. Some guy walks up to me, stats asking me about my profession and making guesses." He said, tilting his head.
*Hello, sorry for being gone for so long. IRL stuff happened that was serious.*
Theren is asleep in his garden.
The Beastknight is sitting with his rabbits.
-open slot for you to choose whoever-
*Glad to see you man. If you need to talk or anything, you know I’m here.*
Klei invisibly sneaks over to Theren, seeing if he has any exposed valuables.
Thirteen is writing an angry letter to the Archmage Union of Sigil.
*Thanks*
Once he's about 5 feet away, an eye on Therens forehead appears and glares at him.
The knight watches from far away
Klei freezes like a deer in headlights, staring back at the eye.
Thirteen finishes the letter with a serif so aggressive it slightly tears the paper. He then begins trudging into town to send it.
It glows a slight purple as Theren sits up, yawning as the eye vanishes. "For a thief, you kinda suck at your job."
The Knight continues to watch him, sending a falcon to follow him
“You’re a random guy sleeping outside, you kind of asked for it.” He responds, fading into visibility.
Thirteen heads to the back of an abandoned building, shifts a brick on the wall to reveal a small slot-like portal, and jams the letter into it. After replacing the brick, he storms away.
"1: I'm sleeping in my garden. 2: I'm not some random guy kid."
The falcon follows him still.
“It’s still outside. And I don’t know you.”
Thirteen returns to the Inn, finally taking notice of the bird. He looks up at it. “You’re not a carrion bird. What do you want with me?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(Cut for Therem) *The note reads as follows:* "Dear Stranger, I hope this note finds you well. It's good to see a fellow animal caretaker. The way you care for those rabbits is quite beautiful to watch. May this help you." And inside the box is some food, water, and a particular orb...hm.*
He gently pokes the orb.
*The orb glows slightly, but nothing much else happens. It's rather odd, but the one change is that you can hear some mumbling...very LOUD mumbling at that.*
He pokes it again
*Nothing happens. The mumbles get louder, then you feel something on your leg.*
The Knight looks down
*The rabbits are...having a conversation?*
He frowns under his helmet. "Not my rabbits.."
*They are. Seems that orb gives you some kind of infinite animal understanding spell.*
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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...
Samaritan is practicing with his knives, practicing against mirror images of himself. The Ex-Navy is on equal footing with them, changing up his attacks each time. He refuses to remove his balaclava from his face despite the exercise.
William is dicing up tomatoes, preparing a pot of fresh tomato sauce.
Phoenix watches from a distance, silently critiquing everything.
Samaritan lands a blade right into one of the image's chest, it disappearing into the mist. He spins the blade, chuckling to himself.
Phoenix slow claps. "Not bad."
Samaritan turns around, eyes narrowed. "What do you want?" He asked, his accent distinct.
"Me? Nothing. Lemme guess. Ex-navy seals?" he says, walking over.
"Seal's?" He blinks slowly, producing his knife from its sheath "Don't know what that is."
"Or just Ex-Navy?" he says, arms crossed, seemingly not frightened by the knife.
"You got twenty seconds to get outta here." he said, eyes narrowing again.
"look. You don't frighten me." he says calmly. "Im just tryna have a conversation here. No need for violence."
"Yeah? Well, take it from my stand point. Some guy walks up to me, stats asking me about my profession and making guesses." He said, tilting his head.
"Im good at what I do. Im ex-military. Recon and intelligence. All that fun jazz." he says with a kind smile
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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.
"Machines can think for themselves. Take Fesuts, Leos dragon, for example."
"yes, but this one is not designed to have the same level of intelligence as some of my other projects"
"Like I said, could be adapting. But I'm no mechanic."
"even if it is evolving, I don't know how it can open a door"
"Machines are weird."
"I built this one and there is no way for it to open a door"
Theren raises his hands. "Look, I'm no mechanic. I dunno either."
"well that's a mystery for another day then. how are you doing?"
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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
*Hello, sorry for being gone for so long. IRL stuff happened that was serious.*
Theren is asleep in his garden.
The Beastknight is sitting with his rabbits.
-open slot for you to choose whoever-
*Glad to see you man. If you need to talk or anything, you know I’m here.*
Klei invisibly sneaks over to Theren, seeing if he has any exposed valuables.
Thirteen is writing an angry letter to the Archmage Union of Sigil.
*Thanks*
Once he's about 5 feet away, an eye on Therens forehead appears and glares at him.
The knight watches from far away
Klei freezes like a deer in headlights, staring back at the eye.
Thirteen finishes the letter with a serif so aggressive it slightly tears the paper. He then begins trudging into town to send it.
It glows a slight purple as Theren sits up, yawning as the eye vanishes. "For a thief, you kinda suck at your job."
The Knight continues to watch him, sending a falcon to follow him
“You’re a random guy sleeping outside, you kind of asked for it.” He responds, fading into visibility.
Thirteen heads to the back of an abandoned building, shifts a brick on the wall to reveal a small slot-like portal, and jams the letter into it. After replacing the brick, he storms away.
"1: I'm sleeping in my garden. 2: I'm not some random guy kid."
The falcon follows him still.
“It’s still outside. And I don’t know you.”
Thirteen returns to the Inn, finally taking notice of the bird. He looks up at it. “You’re not a carrion bird. What do you want with me?”
He sighs. "You don't listen to rumors do you?"
The falcon screeches and flaps in a circle, seemingly wanting you to follow it
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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.
Samaritan is practicing with his knives, practicing against mirror images of himself. The Ex-Navy is on equal footing with them, changing up his attacks each time. He refuses to remove his balaclava from his face despite the exercise.
William is dicing up tomatoes, preparing a pot of fresh tomato sauce.
Phoenix watches from a distance, silently critiquing everything.
Samaritan lands a blade right into one of the image's chest, it disappearing into the mist. He spins the blade, chuckling to himself.
Phoenix slow claps. "Not bad."
Samaritan turns around, eyes narrowed. "What do you want?" He asked, his accent distinct.
"Me? Nothing. Lemme guess. Ex-navy seals?" he says, walking over.
"Seal's?" He blinks slowly, producing his knife from its sheath "Don't know what that is."
"Or just Ex-Navy?" he says, arms crossed, seemingly not frightened by the knife.
"You got twenty seconds to get outta here." he said, eyes narrowing again.
"look. You don't frighten me." he says calmly. "Im just tryna have a conversation here. No need for violence."
"Yeah? Well, take it from my stand point. Some guy walks up to me, stats asking me about my profession and making guesses." He said, tilting his head.
"Im good at what I do. Im ex-military. Recon and intelligence. All that fun jazz." he says with a kind smile
"Yeah, well I don't like it." he said, his tone cold "Leave."
(Cut for Therem) *The note reads as follows:* "Dear Stranger, I hope this note finds you well. It's good to see a fellow animal caretaker. The way you care for those rabbits is quite beautiful to watch. May this help you." And inside the box is some food, water, and a particular orb...hm.*
He gently pokes the orb.
*The orb glows slightly, but nothing much else happens. It's rather odd, but the one change is that you can hear some mumbling...very LOUD mumbling at that.*
He pokes it again
*Nothing happens. The mumbles get louder, then you feel something on your leg.*
The Knight looks down
*The rabbits are...having a conversation?*
He frowns under his helmet. "Not my rabbits.."
*They are. Seems that orb gives you some kind of infinite animal understanding spell.*
*He already has that....hence the name...Beastknight...*
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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.
Samaritan is practicing with his knives, practicing against mirror images of himself. The Ex-Navy is on equal footing with them, changing up his attacks each time. He refuses to remove his balaclava from his face despite the exercise.
William is dicing up tomatoes, preparing a pot of fresh tomato sauce.
Phoenix watches from a distance, silently critiquing everything.
Samaritan lands a blade right into one of the image's chest, it disappearing into the mist. He spins the blade, chuckling to himself.
Phoenix slow claps. "Not bad."
Samaritan turns around, eyes narrowed. "What do you want?" He asked, his accent distinct.
"Me? Nothing. Lemme guess. Ex-navy seals?" he says, walking over.
"Seal's?" He blinks slowly, producing his knife from its sheath "Don't know what that is."
"Or just Ex-Navy?" he says, arms crossed, seemingly not frightened by the knife.
"You got twenty seconds to get outta here." he said, eyes narrowing again.
"look. You don't frighten me." he says calmly. "Im just tryna have a conversation here. No need for violence."
"Yeah? Well, take it from my stand point. Some guy walks up to me, stats asking me about my profession and making guesses." He said, tilting his head.
"Im good at what I do. Im ex-military. Recon and intelligence. All that fun jazz." he says with a kind smile
"Yeah, well I don't like it." he said, his tone cold "Leave."
"Make me tough guy." he says, his smile turning into a snarl.
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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.
(Cut for Therem) *The note reads as follows:* "Dear Stranger, I hope this note finds you well. It's good to see a fellow animal caretaker. The way you care for those rabbits is quite beautiful to watch. May this help you." And inside the box is some food, water, and a particular orb...hm.*
He gently pokes the orb.
*The orb glows slightly, but nothing much else happens. It's rather odd, but the one change is that you can hear some mumbling...very LOUD mumbling at that.*
He pokes it again
*Nothing happens. The mumbles get louder, then you feel something on your leg.*
The Knight looks down
*The rabbits are...having a conversation?*
He frowns under his helmet. "Not my rabbits.."
*They are. Seems that orb gives you some kind of infinite animal understanding spell.*
*He already has that....hence the name...Beastknight...*
(...God I'm stupid-)
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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...
*Hello, sorry for being gone for so long. IRL stuff happened that was serious.*
Theren is asleep in his garden.
The Beastknight is sitting with his rabbits.
-open slot for you to choose whoever-
*Glad to see you man. If you need to talk or anything, you know I’m here.*
Klei invisibly sneaks over to Theren, seeing if he has any exposed valuables.
Thirteen is writing an angry letter to the Archmage Union of Sigil.
*Thanks*
Once he's about 5 feet away, an eye on Therens forehead appears and glares at him.
The knight watches from far away
Klei freezes like a deer in headlights, staring back at the eye.
Thirteen finishes the letter with a serif so aggressive it slightly tears the paper. He then begins trudging into town to send it.
It glows a slight purple as Theren sits up, yawning as the eye vanishes. "For a thief, you kinda suck at your job."
The Knight continues to watch him, sending a falcon to follow him
“You’re a random guy sleeping outside, you kind of asked for it.” He responds, fading into visibility.
Thirteen heads to the back of an abandoned building, shifts a brick on the wall to reveal a small slot-like portal, and jams the letter into it. After replacing the brick, he storms away.
"1: I'm sleeping in my garden. 2: I'm not some random guy kid."
The falcon follows him still.
“It’s still outside. And I don’t know you.”
Thirteen returns to the Inn, finally taking notice of the bird. He looks up at it. “You’re not a carrion bird. What do you want with me?”
He sighs. "You don't listen to rumors do you?"
The falcon screeches and flaps in a circle, seemingly wanting you to follow it
“Depends what kind.“
Having nothing better to do, Thirteen follows it.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(Cut for Therem) *The note reads as follows:* "Dear Stranger, I hope this note finds you well. It's good to see a fellow animal caretaker. The way you care for those rabbits is quite beautiful to watch. May this help you." And inside the box is some food, water, and a particular orb...hm.*
He gently pokes the orb.
*The orb glows slightly, but nothing much else happens. It's rather odd, but the one change is that you can hear some mumbling...very LOUD mumbling at that.*
He pokes it again
*Nothing happens. The mumbles get louder, then you feel something on your leg.*
The Knight looks down
*The rabbits are...having a conversation?*
He frowns under his helmet. "Not my rabbits.."
*They are. Seems that orb gives you some kind of infinite animal understanding spell.*
*He already has that....hence the name...Beastknight...*
(...God I'm stupid-)
*its fine*
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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.
*Hello, sorry for being gone for so long. IRL stuff happened that was serious.*
Theren is asleep in his garden.
The Beastknight is sitting with his rabbits.
-open slot for you to choose whoever-
*Glad to see you man. If you need to talk or anything, you know I’m here.*
Klei invisibly sneaks over to Theren, seeing if he has any exposed valuables.
Thirteen is writing an angry letter to the Archmage Union of Sigil.
*Thanks*
Once he's about 5 feet away, an eye on Therens forehead appears and glares at him.
The knight watches from far away
Klei freezes like a deer in headlights, staring back at the eye.
Thirteen finishes the letter with a serif so aggressive it slightly tears the paper. He then begins trudging into town to send it.
It glows a slight purple as Theren sits up, yawning as the eye vanishes. "For a thief, you kinda suck at your job."
The Knight continues to watch him, sending a falcon to follow him
“You’re a random guy sleeping outside, you kind of asked for it.” He responds, fading into visibility.
Thirteen heads to the back of an abandoned building, shifts a brick on the wall to reveal a small slot-like portal, and jams the letter into it. After replacing the brick, he storms away.
"1: I'm sleeping in my garden. 2: I'm not some random guy kid."
The falcon follows him still.
“It’s still outside. And I don’t know you.”
Thirteen returns to the Inn, finally taking notice of the bird. He looks up at it. “You’re not a carrion bird. What do you want with me?”
He sighs. "You don't listen to rumors do you?"
The falcon screeches and flaps in a circle, seemingly wanting you to follow it
“Depends what kind.“
Having nothing better to do, Thirteen follows it.
"Mostly the scary stuff."
It leads him to the beastknight.
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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.
(Cut for Therem) *The note reads as follows:* "Dear Stranger, I hope this note finds you well. It's good to see a fellow animal caretaker. The way you care for those rabbits is quite beautiful to watch. May this help you." And inside the box is some food, water, and a particular orb...hm.*
He gently pokes the orb.
*The orb glows slightly, but nothing much else happens. It's rather odd, but the one change is that you can hear some mumbling...very LOUD mumbling at that.*
He pokes it again
*Nothing happens. The mumbles get louder, then you feel something on your leg.*
The Knight looks down
*The rabbits are...having a conversation?*
He frowns under his helmet. "Not my rabbits.."
*They are. Seems that orb gives you some kind of infinite animal understanding spell.*
*He already has that....hence the name...Beastknight...*
(...God I'm stupid-)
*its fine*
*The stranger comes back, climbs the tree, and watches again.*
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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...
*Hello, sorry for being gone for so long. IRL stuff happened that was serious.*
Theren is asleep in his garden.
The Beastknight is sitting with his rabbits.
-open slot for you to choose whoever-
*Glad to see you man. If you need to talk or anything, you know I’m here.*
Klei invisibly sneaks over to Theren, seeing if he has any exposed valuables.
Thirteen is writing an angry letter to the Archmage Union of Sigil.
*Thanks*
Once he's about 5 feet away, an eye on Therens forehead appears and glares at him.
The knight watches from far away
Klei freezes like a deer in headlights, staring back at the eye.
Thirteen finishes the letter with a serif so aggressive it slightly tears the paper. He then begins trudging into town to send it.
It glows a slight purple as Theren sits up, yawning as the eye vanishes. "For a thief, you kinda suck at your job."
The Knight continues to watch him, sending a falcon to follow him
“You’re a random guy sleeping outside, you kind of asked for it.” He responds, fading into visibility.
Thirteen heads to the back of an abandoned building, shifts a brick on the wall to reveal a small slot-like portal, and jams the letter into it. After replacing the brick, he storms away.
"1: I'm sleeping in my garden. 2: I'm not some random guy kid."
The falcon follows him still.
“It’s still outside. And I don’t know you.”
Thirteen returns to the Inn, finally taking notice of the bird. He looks up at it. “You’re not a carrion bird. What do you want with me?”
He sighs. "You don't listen to rumors do you?"
The falcon screeches and flaps in a circle, seemingly wanting you to follow it
“Depends what kind.“
Having nothing better to do, Thirteen follows it.
"Mostly the scary stuff."
It leads him to the beastknight.
“Like superstitions or like urban legends?”
Thirteen observes the situation before him with interest.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Theren raises his hands. "Look, I'm no mechanic. I dunno either."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Yeah? Well, take it from my stand point. Some guy walks up to me, stats asking me about my profession and making guesses." He said, tilting his head.
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
“It’s still outside. And I don’t know you.”
Thirteen returns to the Inn, finally taking notice of the bird. He looks up at it. “You’re not a carrion bird. What do you want with me?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*They are. Seems that orb gives you some kind of infinite animal understanding spell.*
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
"Im good at what I do. Im ex-military. Recon and intelligence. All that fun jazz." he says with a kind smile
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"well that's a mystery for another day then. 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 sighs. "You don't listen to rumors do you?"
The falcon screeches and flaps in a circle, seemingly wanting you to follow it
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Yeah, well I don't like it." he said, his tone cold "Leave."
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 already has that....hence the name...Beastknight...*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Make me tough guy." he says, his smile turning into a snarl.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(...God I'm stupid-)
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
“Depends what kind.“
Having nothing better to do, Thirteen follows 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.
*its fine*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Mostly the scary stuff."
It leads him to the beastknight.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*The stranger comes back, climbs the tree, and watches again.*
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
“Like superstitions or like urban legends?”
Thirteen observes the situation before him with interest.
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 is rolling the orb back and forth
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"If you consider me such."
The Beastknight is surrounded by bunnies and birds
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Well I haven’t heard of you at all anyway. At least I think so.”
“Why did your raptor take me here?” He asks the Beastknight.
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 watches. He then thinks to himself, and smacks himself in the face. He's just realized.*
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