*Let the haberdasheries commence! I've decided to bring back an old character of mine... with a twist.*
A young girl quite literally emerges from the shadows around the outside of the inn, flowing out from the dark as a liquid-like shadow before forming into a humanoid shape. She has greyish skin, yellow eyes, and long black 'hair' that hangs down to her ankles. For a moment, a few eyes open on some of the long tentacles that make up her 'hair', looking around before closing. She wears a plain grey shirt and pants that have dirt and what looks like ink stains on spots. She looks around, and then down at a small silver pendant she holds in her hand.
A man of almost colossal size walks into the inn, or more squeezes himself inside. He looks mostly human, other than the occasional groups of red dragon scales covering his body, as well as the horns wrapping around his head, the inhuman height and muscle mass. He makes his way to the kitchen slowly, having to sit down just to work, making a stew that smells like one of the best things they have ever smelled by far. Cooking Utensils:34
She at first is a bit surprised, but notices the smell of the food and immediately remembers how hungry they are. They slowly approach the man, wanting to converse but too nervous to initiate.
He looks down to the young girl from his gargantuan height, and without a word pours her a bowl of the stew. He then hands it over to her with a smile, revealing dragon fangs as well as regular teeth "Eat up, you seem hungry."
They seem elated, gratefully taking the bowl. "W- Wow! Thank you so much!" They begin to eat, but something else happens as well. Their tentacle hair rears up slightly, opening several eyes that look back at the man- almost like they're searching for something. She doesn't seem aware of this.
He doesn't originally comment until he realizes she doesn't notice. He clears his throat before saying "Child, your hair seems to be looking for something, you may want to help it."
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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.'
“Nick, we’ve been together for about three quarters of a year by now. It hasn’t been a very long relationship. But I already know that I could never love anyone else the way I love you.” Mauric kneels, taking from his pocket a small silver ring. “Will you marry me?”
His eyes widen as he covers his mouth. He nods quickly, his eyes tearing up.
“Ohh my God thank you thank you thank you!” Mauric jumps up and hugs Nick close, crying and laughing giddily.
He hugs him back tightly, crying tears of joy
“You’re incredible Nick. I love you so much.” He whispers.
"I love you too." he whispers back, kissing him
Mauric draws back, looking into Nick’s eyes. “Thank you so much for saying yes.” He slides the ring gently onto Nick’s hand.
"I would say yes, every time."
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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.
“Nick, we’ve been together for about three quarters of a year by now. It hasn’t been a very long relationship. But I already know that I could never love anyone else the way I love you.” Mauric kneels, taking from his pocket a small silver ring. “Will you marry me?”
His eyes widen as he covers his mouth. He nods quickly, his eyes tearing up.
“Ohh my God thank you thank you thank you!” Mauric jumps up and hugs Nick close, crying and laughing giddily.
He hugs him back tightly, crying tears of joy
“You’re incredible Nick. I love you so much.” He whispers.
"I love you too." he whispers back, kissing him
Mauric draws back, looking into Nick’s eyes. “Thank you so much for saying yes.” He slides the ring gently onto Nick’s hand.
"I would say yes, every time."
He kisses Nick on the forehead.
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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.
“Nick, we’ve been together for about three quarters of a year by now. It hasn’t been a very long relationship. But I already know that I could never love anyone else the way I love you.” Mauric kneels, taking from his pocket a small silver ring. “Will you marry me?”
His eyes widen as he covers his mouth. He nods quickly, his eyes tearing up.
“Ohh my God thank you thank you thank you!” Mauric jumps up and hugs Nick close, crying and laughing giddily.
He hugs him back tightly, crying tears of joy
“You’re incredible Nick. I love you so much.” He whispers.
"I love you too." he whispers back, kissing him
Mauric draws back, looking into Nick’s eyes. “Thank you so much for saying yes.” He slides the ring gently onto Nick’s hand.
"I would say yes, every time."
He kisses Nick on the forehead.
Nick lifts him up slightly, spinning him around
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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
“Nick, we’ve been together for about three quarters of a year by now. It hasn’t been a very long relationship. But I already know that I could never love anyone else the way I love you.” Mauric kneels, taking from his pocket a small silver ring. “Will you marry me?”
His eyes widen as he covers his mouth. He nods quickly, his eyes tearing up.
“Ohh my God thank you thank you thank you!” Mauric jumps up and hugs Nick close, crying and laughing giddily.
He hugs him back tightly, crying tears of joy
“You’re incredible Nick. I love you so much.” He whispers.
"I love you too." he whispers back, kissing him
Mauric draws back, looking into Nick’s eyes. “Thank you so much for saying yes.” He slides the ring gently onto Nick’s hand.
"I would say yes, every time."
He kisses Nick on the forehead.
Nick lifts him up slightly, spinning him around
Mauric smiles brightly. “I… I’ve never felt this happy before… This is amazing.”
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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.
*Does anyone want to role play? If so here, if you want someone else say so.*
The Leper is sitting alone atop a hill, looking into the distance with a thousand yard stare, his giant broken blade resting in his lap. The white lilies on his belt fluttering in the light breeze. He has taken off his mask, simply taking this moment of peace.
The Abomination is wandering around town, trying their best to stay as far away from the other people as possible, their chains rattling against the ground.
The Crusader is at the tavern, sitting outside of it, sharpening his holy blade, humming a long forgotten war song to himself as he does so.
The Highwayman is using his stolen goods to afford himself a meal and drink at the tavern, not taking his mask down until he begins eating in a dark corner of said tavern.
The Graverobber has changed out of their 'work' clothes and is walking around town, looking to expend some of the riches they stole on lavish things.
The Jester is standing atop the wagon he arrived in, cackling as he plays a beautiful, almost entrancing melody, the notes seeming to float in the air as he plays.
The Bounty Hunter is walking through town to the tavern to turn in his bounty, who is currently trying to escape but is unfortunately stuck in a black body bag.
The Houndmaster is sitting outside of the tavern with his dog, Bernard. He's just cleaning him because he's seemed to have gotten some blood on his fur.
The Hellion is sharpening her halberd alone in the woods and redoing her war paint, as some of it is growing dull.
*Let the haberdasheries commence! I've decided to bring back an old character of mine... with a twist.*
A young girl quite literally emerges from the shadows around the outside of the inn, flowing out from the dark as a liquid-like shadow before forming into a humanoid shape. She has greyish skin, yellow eyes, and long black 'hair' that hangs down to her ankles. For a moment, a few eyes open on some of the long tentacles that make up her 'hair', looking around before closing. She wears a plain grey shirt and pants that have dirt and what looks like ink stains on spots. She looks around, and then down at a small silver pendant she holds in her hand.
A man of almost colossal size walks into the inn, or more squeezes himself inside. He looks mostly human, other than the occasional groups of red dragon scales covering his body, as well as the horns wrapping around his head, the inhuman height and muscle mass. He makes his way to the kitchen slowly, having to sit down just to work, making a stew that smells like one of the best things they have ever smelled by far. Cooking Utensils:34
She at first is a bit surprised, but notices the smell of the food and immediately remembers how hungry they are. They slowly approach the man, wanting to converse but too nervous to initiate.
He looks down to the young girl from his gargantuan height, and without a word pours her a bowl of the stew. He then hands it over to her with a smile, revealing dragon fangs as well as regular teeth "Eat up, you seem hungry."
They seem elated, gratefully taking the bowl. "W- Wow! Thank you so much!" They begin to eat, but something else happens as well. Their tentacle hair rears up slightly, opening several eyes that look back at the man- almost like they're searching for something. She doesn't seem aware of this.
He doesn't originally comment until he realizes she doesn't notice. He clears his throat before saying "Child, your hair seems to be looking for something, you may want to help it."
She seems confused for a second, before noticing. "Oh, right." She focuses for a bit, and the tendrils fall back into their inactive state once more. "Sorry about that. They tend to try and collect information from my surroundings."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Let the haberdasheries commence! I've decided to bring back an old character of mine... with a twist.*
A young girl quite literally emerges from the shadows around the outside of the inn, flowing out from the dark as a liquid-like shadow before forming into a humanoid shape. She has greyish skin, yellow eyes, and long black 'hair' that hangs down to her ankles. For a moment, a few eyes open on some of the long tentacles that make up her 'hair', looking around before closing. She wears a plain grey shirt and pants that have dirt and what looks like ink stains on spots. She looks around, and then down at a small silver pendant she holds in her hand.
A man of almost colossal size walks into the inn, or more squeezes himself inside. He looks mostly human, other than the occasional groups of red dragon scales covering his body, as well as the horns wrapping around his head, the inhuman height and muscle mass. He makes his way to the kitchen slowly, having to sit down just to work, making a stew that smells like one of the best things they have ever smelled by far. Cooking Utensils:34
She at first is a bit surprised, but notices the smell of the food and immediately remembers how hungry they are. They slowly approach the man, wanting to converse but too nervous to initiate.
He looks down to the young girl from his gargantuan height, and without a word pours her a bowl of the stew. He then hands it over to her with a smile, revealing dragon fangs as well as regular teeth "Eat up, you seem hungry."
They seem elated, gratefully taking the bowl. "W- Wow! Thank you so much!" They begin to eat, but something else happens as well. Their tentacle hair rears up slightly, opening several eyes that look back at the man- almost like they're searching for something. She doesn't seem aware of this.
He doesn't originally comment until he realizes she doesn't notice. He clears his throat before saying "Child, your hair seems to be looking for something, you may want to help it."
She seems confused for a second, before noticing. "Oh, right." She focuses for a bit, and the tendrils fall back into their inactive state once more. "Sorry about that. They tend to try and collect information from my surroundings."
He shakes his head knowingly "Don't worry, you don't need to apologize. Everyone has eyes, and some are different from others." He speaks in a comforting tone "You just need to focus on eating up, getting big and strong, then you can start apologizing to people for things that are your fault."
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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.'
He doesn't originally comment until he realizes she doesn't notice. He clears his throat before saying "Child, your hair seems to be looking for something, you may want to help it."
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.)
"I would say yes, every time."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I REMEMBER THIS CHARACTER*
*Doesn't she harbor some sort of alien god or something?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He kisses Nick on the forehead.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Nick lifts him up slightly, spinning him around
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(I hate car rides)
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
Mauric smiles brightly. “I… I’ve never felt this happy before… This is amazing.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Does anyone want to role play? If so here, if you want someone else say so.*
The Leper is sitting alone atop a hill, looking into the distance with a thousand yard stare, his giant broken blade resting in his lap. The white lilies on his belt fluttering in the light breeze. He has taken off his mask, simply taking this moment of peace.
The Abomination is wandering around town, trying their best to stay as far away from the other people as possible, their chains rattling against the ground.
The Crusader is at the tavern, sitting outside of it, sharpening his holy blade, humming a long forgotten war song to himself as he does so.
The Highwayman is using his stolen goods to afford himself a meal and drink at the tavern, not taking his mask down until he begins eating in a dark corner of said tavern.
The Graverobber has changed out of their 'work' clothes and is walking around town, looking to expend some of the riches they stole on lavish things.
The Jester is standing atop the wagon he arrived in, cackling as he plays a beautiful, almost entrancing melody, the notes seeming to float in the air as he plays.
The Bounty Hunter is walking through town to the tavern to turn in his bounty, who is currently trying to escape but is unfortunately stuck in a black body bag.
The Houndmaster is sitting outside of the tavern with his dog, Bernard. He's just cleaning him because he's seemed to have gotten some blood on his fur.
The Hellion is sharpening her halberd alone in the woods and redoing her war paint, as some of it is growing dull.
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.)
He sets him down, getting on his tiptoes to place a flower crown on his head.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*He spins the chain connecting the katanas together, attempting to guard himself as he drinks.*
(Found it!
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
*Nice!*
Eventually he transforms back "Okay, one last time, I shouldn't eat Beastfolk because they aren't a food?"
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.)
She seems confused for a second, before noticing. "Oh, right." She focuses for a bit, and the tendrils fall back into their inactive state once more. "Sorry about that. They tend to try and collect information from my surroundings."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Riotan enters the tavern, looking exhausted, but immediately perks up when he senses the Crusader’s presence.
Loriche is searching for ferrous rocks in the woods.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*wait how tall is Nick?*
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 shakes his head knowingly "Don't worry, you don't need to apologize. Everyone has eyes, and some are different from others." He speaks in a comforting tone "You just need to focus on eating up, getting big and strong, then you can start apologizing to people for things that are your fault."
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.)
*about 5'5"*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Crusader senses the unholy presence of Riotan, but doesn't yet move, knowing that his blessed armor will protect him from their touch.
They would hear steel against whetstone, a sound familiar to Loriche.
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.)
"...Yes. You shouldn't eat them." *He puts up the swords.* "You know there's a library, right?"
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
*Hey Jester, wanna do Shredder or Rag on your side and Felix on mine?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'm totally down to do whatever you want, Shredder is fun, Rag is fun, both are great and Felix is the best boi.*
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.)