*Would anyone else like to rp with my other characters?*
*I would love to if you would like to. It's entirely up to you though.*
*I'd love to as well! Any particular character(s) you'd like?*
*Nope, how about you? Sorry, I just don't feel the power to choose these days.*
*It's all good, friend. Maybe... Tim and/or Henry?*
*Of course. Here are both.*
Tim is hiding within a barrel from his father, who has been looking even more for them than in the past few days. The magic of his veins shines through the barrel, but Tim's father wouldn't know to look in a barrel.
Henry is working out to make sure he stays in tip top shape. Moving through the forest on a course he made for himself before working out with push ups and burpies and crunches. Shirtless, of course.
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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.'
*Super OP characters are boring to me, and this bad guy is basically required to be that. I'd rather just play a guy with a sword than PHENOMENAL COSMIC POWER.*
*I wanna fall off the face of the earth, float through the endless expanse of space, forgetting who I am, what I was, and what I could be. Just in pure vast nothingness.*
*I wanna fall off the face of the earth, float through the endless expanse of space, forgetting who I am, what I was, and what I could be. Just in pure vast nothingness.*
*What did I miss? I was gone for like, 5 minutes, and now Wendi doesn't seem to be doing okay, Baalze is making yet another character (which I don't have too much of an issue with, some people just have different styles, though I still find it a little sad) and Yvonne has seemingly vanished along with Theren.*
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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.'
*I wanna fall off the face of the earth, float through the endless expanse of space, forgetting who I am, what I was, and what I could be. Just in pure vast nothingness.*
*I wanna fall off the face of the earth, float through the endless expanse of space, forgetting who I am, what I was, and what I could be. Just in pure vast nothingness.*
(how can I help)
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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
*Would anyone else like to rp with my other characters?*
*I would love to if you would like to. It's entirely up to you though.*
*I'd love to as well! Any particular character(s) you'd like?*
*Nope, how about you? Sorry, I just don't feel the power to choose these days.*
*It's all good, friend. Maybe... Tim and/or Henry?*
*Of course. Here are both.*
Tim is hiding within a barrel from his father, who has been looking even more for them than in the past few days. The magic of his veins shines through the barrel, but Tim's father wouldn't know to look in a barrel.
Henry is working out to make sure he stays in tip top shape. Moving through the forest on a course he made for himself before working out with push ups and burpies and crunches. Shirtless, of course.
*[descends from ceiling] Sorry about the delay.*
Omori also doesn't think to look inside the barrel, and is simply curious as to why this one particular barrel is glowing from within, and moving over to investigate.
As he is moving through the course in the forest, he gets the feeling that something- or someone(?) is there with him. A movement in the shadows, a faint sound of the forest undergrowth being disturbed... and an unshakable feeling that he's being watched.
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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)
Omori also doesn't think to look inside the barrel, and is simply curious as to why this one particular barrel is glowing from within, and moving over to investigate.
As he is moving through the course in the forest, he gets the feeling that something- or someone(?) is there with him. A movement in the shadows, a faint sound of the forest undergrowth being disturbed... and an unshakable feeling that he's being watched.
*Stop being sorry.*
There can be crying heard within the barrel the closer. Tim can be heard trying to keep himself quiet within, the magic only intensifying with the emotional turmoil.
He stops his workout, his sharp eyes looking around to find what may be watching him. He doesn't have any weapons obviously on him, but his hands twitch with the sound, his pointed ears twitch with the sound "Hmm, the hunter is being hunter."
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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.'
La'Thay is outside, humming to themselves as they build a burn pit. They place the logs inside a hole in the ground, placing large stones around the hole. They then light the logs on fire, allowing them to catch, before throwing in kindling.
Sable is taking a walk outside, the night shielding him from the sight of others. He sits in his flower garden, humming softly as he draws by the light of the stars.
Stroth, heavily beat up and bloody, is licking her wounds while sitting out in the forest.
Omori also doesn't think to look inside the barrel, and is simply curious as to why this one particular barrel is glowing from within, and moving over to investigate.
As he is moving through the course in the forest, he gets the feeling that something- or someone(?) is there with him. A movement in the shadows, a faint sound of the forest undergrowth being disturbed... and an unshakable feeling that he's being watched.
*Stop being sorry.*
There can be crying heard within the barrel the closer. Tim can be heard trying to keep himself quiet within, the magic only intensifying with the emotional turmoil.
He stops his workout, his sharp eyes looking around to find what may be watching him. He doesn't have any weapons obviously on him, but his hands twitch with the sound, his pointed ears twitch with the sound "Hmm, the hunter is being hunter."
"T- Tim? Is everything alright?" She asks, genuinely concerned about her friend.
As he looks around, for a moment, he thinks he sees something- or someone. A humanoid figure, almost entirely obscured by the shadows it is standing in, that he doesn't recognize as anything other than it definitely not being KK. "We meet again, hunter." The words have no sound, but appear in his thoughts as though he had just heard them spoken.
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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)
Stroth, heavily beat up and bloody, is licking her wounds while sitting out in the forest.
Sparrow is walking through the forest looking for Stroth, seeming to be very happy until he sees Stroth, running over and using his paladin power to heal her.
Stroth, heavily beat up and bloody, is licking her wounds while sitting out in the forest.
Sparrow is walking through the forest looking for Stroth, seeming to be very happy until he sees Stroth, running over and using his paladin power to heal her.
She hisses and thrashes her head "Kid.. that thing claiming to be my child did this.."
Stroth, heavily beat up and bloody, is licking her wounds while sitting out in the forest.
Sparrow is walking through the forest looking for Stroth, seeming to be very happy until he sees Stroth, running over and using his paladin power to heal her.
She hisses and thrashes her head "Kid.. that thing claiming to be my child did this.."
Sparrow raises his head to look at them “I… I believe them, honey. From what they said, ya attacked them. I ain’t sayin’ I don’t believe ya… I just…” He continues to heal her.
Stroth, heavily beat up and bloody, is licking her wounds while sitting out in the forest.
Sparrow is walking through the forest looking for Stroth, seeming to be very happy until he sees Stroth, running over and using his paladin power to heal her.
She hisses and thrashes her head "Kid.. that thing claiming to be my child did this.."
Sparrow raises his head to look at them “I… I believe them, honey. From what they said, ya attacked them. I ain’t sayin’ I don’t believe ya… I just…” He continues to heal her.
She whips around "THAT CREATURE DECIDED TO BRING BACK MY DEAD BOYFRIEND AND THEN BRAND TO TAUNT ME." She snarled.
Omori also doesn't think to look inside the barrel, and is simply curious as to why this one particular barrel is glowing from within, and moving over to investigate.
As he is moving through the course in the forest, he gets the feeling that something- or someone(?) is there with him. A movement in the shadows, a faint sound of the forest undergrowth being disturbed... and an unshakable feeling that he's being watched.
*Stop being sorry.*
There can be crying heard within the barrel the closer. Tim can be heard trying to keep himself quiet within, the magic only intensifying with the emotional turmoil.
He stops his workout, his sharp eyes looking around to find what may be watching him. He doesn't have any weapons obviously on him, but his hands twitch with the sound, his pointed ears twitch with the sound "Hmm, the hunter is being hunter."
"T- Tim? Is everything alright?" She asks, genuinely concerned about her friend.
As he looks around, for a moment, he thinks he sees something- or someone. A humanoid figure, almost entirely obscured by the shadows it is standing in, that he doesn't recognize as anything other than it definitely not being KK. "We meet again, hunter." The words have no sound, but appear in his thoughts as though he had just heard them spoken.
He stops his crying, wiping his eyes from within the barrel, popping open the lid just a crack to look at them “O-Omori…?”
He scratches the back of his neck, a knife suddenly held in reverse grip in his other hand “Whatever’s out there, reveal yourself, if we’ve met before, you know I’d rather die fighting someone I can see than someone I can’t.” He says with a smile, and that glint of madness in his eyes “Please, by the way, call me Henry.”
Stroth, heavily beat up and bloody, is licking her wounds while sitting out in the forest.
Sparrow is walking through the forest looking for Stroth, seeming to be very happy until he sees Stroth, running over and using his paladin power to heal her.
She hisses and thrashes her head "Kid.. that thing claiming to be my child did this.."
Sparrow raises his head to look at them “I… I believe them, honey. From what they said, ya attacked them. I ain’t sayin’ I don’t believe ya… I just…” He continues to heal her.
She whips around "THAT CREATURE DECIDED TO BRING BACK MY DEAD BOYFRIEND AND THEN BRAND TO TAUNT ME." She snarled.
He flinches, just for a moment, before continuing to heal them, refusing to make eye contact with them “Okay, honey.” He says softly, just rubbing his healing hands over their wounds.
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*It's all good, friend. Maybe... Tim and/or Henry?*
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)
*Of course. Here are both.*
Tim is hiding within a barrel from his father, who has been looking even more for them than in the past few days. The magic of his veins shines through the barrel, but Tim's father wouldn't know to look in a barrel.
Henry is working out to make sure he stays in tip top shape. Moving through the forest on a course he made for himself before working out with push ups and burpies and crunches. Shirtless, of course.
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 wanna play a slasher-type character now.*
*Super OP characters are boring to me, and this bad guy is basically required to be that. I'd rather just play a guy with a sword than PHENOMENAL COSMIC POWER.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I wanna fall off the face of the earth, float through the endless expanse of space, forgetting who I am, what I was, and what I could be. Just in pure vast nothingness.*
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
*You okay, buddy?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*What did I miss? I was gone for like, 5 minutes, and now Wendi doesn't seem to be doing okay, Baalze is making yet another character (which I don't have too much of an issue with, some people just have different styles, though I still find it a little sad) and Yvonne has seemingly vanished along with Theren.*
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.)
*Extizential crisis.*
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
(how can I help)
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
*[descends from ceiling] Sorry about the delay.*
Omori also doesn't think to look inside the barrel, and is simply curious as to why this one particular barrel is glowing from within, and moving over to investigate.
As he is moving through the course in the forest, he gets the feeling that something- or someone(?) is there with him. A movement in the shadows, a faint sound of the forest undergrowth being disturbed... and an unshakable feeling that he's being watched.
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)
*i live, despite everything*
*Stop being sorry.*
There can be crying heard within the barrel the closer. Tim can be heard trying to keep himself quiet within, the magic only intensifying with the emotional turmoil.
He stops his workout, his sharp eyes looking around to find what may be watching him. He doesn't have any weapons obviously on him, but his hands twitch with the sound, his pointed ears twitch with the sound "Hmm, the hunter is being hunter."
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.)
La'Thay is outside, humming to themselves as they build a burn pit. They place the logs inside a hole in the ground, placing large stones around the hole. They then light the logs on fire, allowing them to catch, before throwing in kindling.
Sable is taking a walk outside, the night shielding him from the sight of others. He sits in his flower garden, humming softly as he draws by the light of the stars.
Stroth, heavily beat up and bloody, is licking her wounds while sitting out in the forest.
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
"T- Tim? Is everything alright?" She asks, genuinely concerned about her friend.
As he looks around, for a moment, he thinks he sees something- or someone. A humanoid figure, almost entirely obscured by the shadows it is standing in, that he doesn't recognize as anything other than it definitely not being KK. "We meet again, hunter." The words have no sound, but appear in his thoughts as though he had just heard them spoken.
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)
Sparrow is walking through the forest looking for Stroth, seeming to be very happy until he sees Stroth, running over and using his paladin power to heal her.
She hisses and thrashes her head "Kid.. that thing claiming to be my child did this.."
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
Sparrow raises his head to look at them “I… I believe them, honey. From what they said, ya attacked them. I ain’t sayin’ I don’t believe ya… I just…” He continues to heal her.
She whips around "THAT CREATURE DECIDED TO BRING BACK MY DEAD BOYFRIEND AND THEN BRAND TO TAUNT ME." She snarled.
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
*hiya, everyone!*
He stops his crying, wiping his eyes from within the barrel, popping open the lid just a crack to look at them “O-Omori…?”
He scratches the back of his neck, a knife suddenly held in reverse grip in his other hand “Whatever’s out there, reveal yourself, if we’ve met before, you know I’d rather die fighting someone I can see than someone I can’t.” He says with a smile, and that glint of madness in his eyes “Please, by the way, call me Henry.”
He flinches, just for a moment, before continuing to heal them, refusing to make eye contact with them “Okay, honey.” He says softly, just rubbing his healing hands over their wounds.