*For me its gonna be Tresa. X is the kinda character that thinks his life is meaningless so he doesn't have a dream to work for.*
*And Tresa not only gave him something to do, but a reason to live, and if she dies that would truly be awful. Why do you have to make such well written characters!*
*Tis a blessing and a curse. Take Leo for example, the loveable, dorky mechanic. But when he's alone he's depressed and knows that love is a sham, so he builds machines to fill that emptiness.*
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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.
Good morning! A passed-out Mckinley is being fireman-carried by a burly brass dragonborn in a vest.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Anybody here? If so, have an Australian or two. If you want anyone else, just ask*
Elijah is working inside of his shop, though the interior of which seems to have changed recently. Instead of a regular shop, the weapons and armor from before lining the walls, it has changed ever so slightly, the inside becoming made from clouds. The workshop section remains the same, but other than that, it's become much more comfortable.
Milo is working out outside. He's lifting heavy logs and stuff like that in the forest, seemingly trying to build some bulk on himself despite being absolutely ripped already. He's still got his goggles, but he's changed his outfit to fit the region more, wearing some more open, rain resistant attire that would befit a workout, tight but not restricting movement.
*Anybody here? If so, have an Australian or two. If you want anyone else, just ask*
Milo is working out outside. He's lifting heavy logs and stuff like that in the forest, seemingly trying to build some bulk on himself despite being absolutely ripped already. He's still got his goggles, but he's changed his outfit to fit the region more, wearing some more open, rain resistant attire that would befit a workout, tight but not restricting movement.
A rather chubby lizard folk with a wide brimmed chef hat, yellowish green skin, stained clothes, and a pitchfok walks over to Milo
*Anybody here? If so, have an Australian or two. If you want anyone else, just ask*
Milo is working out outside. He's lifting heavy logs and stuff like that in the forest, seemingly trying to build some bulk on himself despite being absolutely ripped already. He's still got his goggles, but he's changed his outfit to fit the region more, wearing some more open, rain resistant attire that would befit a workout, tight but not restricting movement.
A rather chubby lizard folk with a wide brimmed chef hat, yellowish green skin, stained clothes, and a pitchfok walks over to Milo
He stops his workout, looking down at the lizard folk with a friendly smile, recognizing someone who came from farm life, as he did himself "Hello there, mate."
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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.'
*Anybody here? If so, have an Australian or two. If you want anyone else, just ask*
Milo is working out outside. He's lifting heavy logs and stuff like that in the forest, seemingly trying to build some bulk on himself despite being absolutely ripped already. He's still got his goggles, but he's changed his outfit to fit the region more, wearing some more open, rain resistant attire that would befit a workout, tight but not restricting movement.
A rather chubby lizard folk with a wide brimmed chef hat, yellowish green skin, stained clothes, and a pitchfok walks over to Milo
He stops his workout, looking down at the lizard folk with a friendly smile, recognizing someone who came from farm life, as he did himself "Hello there, mate."
The chef farmer person replies with a thick German accent, with a hint of Indian and Australian, their voice rather raspy "Hi"
*Anybody here? If so, have an Australian or two. If you want anyone else, just ask*
Milo is working out outside. He's lifting heavy logs and stuff like that in the forest, seemingly trying to build some bulk on himself despite being absolutely ripped already. He's still got his goggles, but he's changed his outfit to fit the region more, wearing some more open, rain resistant attire that would befit a workout, tight but not restricting movement.
A rather chubby lizard folk with a wide brimmed chef hat, yellowish green skin, stained clothes, and a pitchfok walks over to Milo
He stops his workout, looking down at the lizard folk with a friendly smile, recognizing someone who came from farm life, as he did himself "Hello there, mate."
The chef farmer person replies with a thick German accent, with a hint of Indian and Australian, their voice rather raspy "Hi"
"May I ask what your doing next to me workout spot, mate? Not tryin' ta send ya away, just askin', y'know?" He ask, smiling at them.
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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.'
*Anybody here? If so, have an Australian or two. If you want anyone else, just ask*
Milo is working out outside. He's lifting heavy logs and stuff like that in the forest, seemingly trying to build some bulk on himself despite being absolutely ripped already. He's still got his goggles, but he's changed his outfit to fit the region more, wearing some more open, rain resistant attire that would befit a workout, tight but not restricting movement.
A rather chubby lizard folk with a wide brimmed chef hat, yellowish green skin, stained clothes, and a pitchfok walks over to Milo
He stops his workout, looking down at the lizard folk with a friendly smile, recognizing someone who came from farm life, as he did himself "Hello there, mate."
The chef farmer person replies with a thick German accent, with a hint of Indian and Australian, their voice rather raspy "Hi"
"May I ask what your doing next to me workout spot, mate? Not tryin' ta send ya away, just askin', y'know?" He ask, smiling at them.
"Ah! Tryin' a find some rare of dem creatures" (pronounced like 'creechas' by him) the lizard folk smiles a bit
*Anybody here? If so, have an Australian or two. If you want anyone else, just ask*
Elijah is working inside of his shop, though the interior of which seems to have changed recently. Instead of a regular shop, the weapons and armor from before lining the walls, it has changed ever so slightly, the inside becoming made from clouds. The workshop section remains the same, but other than that, it's become much more comfortable.
Milo is working out outside. He's lifting heavy logs and stuff like that in the forest, seemingly trying to build some bulk on himself despite being absolutely ripped already. He's still got his goggles, but he's changed his outfit to fit the region more, wearing some more open, rain resistant attire that would befit a workout, tight but not restricting movement.
*Hey buddy, how ya feelin?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Eh, tired.*
*Heya there.*
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
*Tis a blessing and a curse. Take Leo for example, the loveable, dorky mechanic. But when he's alone he's depressed and knows that love is a sham, so he builds machines to fill that emptiness.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Everything go okay IRL?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hope everything went well, deeply love 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.)
*Not really but it's fine.*
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
*Mn, it was okay I guess.*
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
*Anythin i can do?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Guess I can only hope it starts going better. Wanna rp?*
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.)
Good morning!
A passed-out Mckinley is being fireman-carried by a burly brass dragonborn in a vest.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Anybody here? If so, have an Australian or two. If you want anyone else, just ask*
Elijah is working inside of his shop, though the interior of which seems to have changed recently. Instead of a regular shop, the weapons and armor from before lining the walls, it has changed ever so slightly, the inside becoming made from clouds. The workshop section remains the same, but other than that, it's become much more comfortable.
Milo is working out outside. He's lifting heavy logs and stuff like that in the forest, seemingly trying to build some bulk on himself despite being absolutely ripped already. He's still got his goggles, but he's changed his outfit to fit the region more, wearing some more open, rain resistant attire that would befit a workout, tight but not restricting movement.
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.)
A rather chubby lizard folk with a wide brimmed chef hat, yellowish green skin, stained clothes, and a pitchfok walks over to Milo
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He stops his workout, looking down at the lizard folk with a friendly smile, recognizing someone who came from farm life, as he did himself "Hello there, mate."
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 chef farmer person replies with a thick German accent, with a hint of Indian and Australian, their voice rather raspy "Hi"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"May I ask what your doing next to me workout spot, mate? Not tryin' ta send ya away, just askin', y'know?" He ask, smiling at them.
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.)
"Ah! Tryin' a find some rare of dem creatures" (pronounced like 'creechas' by him) the lizard folk smiles a bit
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Anyone order a Yuan-Ti dommy mommy who can copy people's powers and is an agent of chaos?*
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
*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.
*I definitely didn’t order it, but now I must have it. I a deeply lonely, and I need someone to tell me it’ll be okay.*
*If anybody wants to rp.*