*Also, I'm struggling to design my batman-esque manga protagonist. I was thinking of giving him a ringmaster theme, but I want him to have a calm, gentle appearance, and ringmasters typically don't have that. He's an absolute beta male, but built like Kingpin with extreme density and size. He doesn't need armor, and he's not a flashy person, and he's a monster hunter that lives in a hot, rainy city climate. You have any ideas?*
*There wasn’t much workout left, might do more later before I shower, I don’t workout often, so I’ve got the make the workout good. Anybody want to rp?*
*my internet went out. I'm back, who wants to rp?*
*You get one choice.
Silly Scottish twink or Masked daddy dom.*
*with my mood, gimme the masked boi*
Azeral is back, and that's not a good omen.
He sits in the library, dressed head to toe in his holy, though far from it at the same time, outfit. Full black leather that resembles armor and coats every inch of him, a long black cloak around his shoulders and a hood over his head. His mask is the same as ever, a plain black obsidian skull. He spins one of his blades in his gloved hand, reading a book, while sitting on one of the chairs that looks like it may break from the sheer force of him. His wings are neatly folded behind him but the two sets are barely concealed.
*Also, I'm struggling to design my batman-esque manga protagonist. I was thinking of giving him a ringmaster theme, but I want him to have a calm, gentle appearance, and ringmasters typically don't have that. He's an absolute beta male, but built like Kingpin with extreme density and size. He doesn't need armor, and he's not a flashy person, and he's a monster hunter that lives in a hot, rainy city climate. You have any ideas?*
*Maybe Caine in a way, from TADC, but lower his insanity.*
Azeral is back, and that's not a good omen.
He sits in the library, dressed head to toe in his holy, though far from it at the same time, outfit. Full black leather that resembles armor and coats every inch of him, a long black cloak around his shoulders and a hood over his head. His mask is the same as ever, a plain black obsidian skull. He spins one of his blades in his gloved hand, reading a book, while sitting on one of the chairs that looks like it may break from the sheer force of him. His wings are neatly folded behind him but the two sets are barely concealed.
*There wasn’t much workout left, might do more later before I shower, I don’t workout often, so I’ve got the make the workout good. Anybody want to rp?*
*hi hi gimme rag, heriot and Marie.*
*Of course, here you go.*
Rag is working out, boulders on his back as he does some squats, beginning to sweat after the first few hundred, eyes closed as he focused on staying strong, and growing stronger.
Heriot seems to be making something from deer teeth, fur, and string, though it’s hard to tell what she’s making, sitting next to the corpse of a deer.
Marie has been worrying about Jax for the past few days, even more now, her hair growing messy, sitting next to the orange tree at Jax’s home.
*my internet went out. I'm back, who wants to rp?*
*You get one choice.
Silly Scottish twink or Masked daddy dom.*
*with my mood, gimme the masked boi*
Azeral is back, and that's not a good omen.
He sits in the library, dressed head to toe in his holy, though far from it at the same time, outfit. Full black leather that resembles armor and coats every inch of him, a long black cloak around his shoulders and a hood over his head. His mask is the same as ever, a plain black obsidian skull. He spins one of his blades in his gloved hand, reading a book, while sitting on one of the chairs that looks like it may break from the sheer force of him. His wings are neatly folded behind him but the two sets are barely concealed.
Nearby, laying on his back, is a tall and stocky lion with excessive length hair. He wears shorts and a shirt, his hair flowing out like a carpet underneath him. He's reading, but.. the book is upside down.
Azeral narrows his eyes behind his mask. He stands up, placing his blade into the shadowy wisps that male up his cloak, and walks over. He takes the book and flips it back around for him. He nods and walks back into the main room.
*my internet went out. I'm back, who wants to rp?*
*You get one choice.
Silly Scottish twink or Masked daddy dom.*
*with my mood, gimme the masked boi*
Azeral is back, and that's not a good omen.
He sits in the library, dressed head to toe in his holy, though far from it at the same time, outfit. Full black leather that resembles armor and coats every inch of him, a long black cloak around his shoulders and a hood over his head. His mask is the same as ever, a plain black obsidian skull. He spins one of his blades in his gloved hand, reading a book, while sitting on one of the chairs that looks like it may break from the sheer force of him. His wings are neatly folded behind him but the two sets are barely concealed.
Nearby, laying on his back, is a tall and stocky lion with excessive length hair. He wears shorts and a shirt, his hair flowing out like a carpet underneath him. He's reading, but.. the book is upside down.
Azeral narrows his eyes behind his mask. He stands up, placing his blade into the shadowy wisps that male up his cloak, and walks over. He takes the book and flips it back around for him. He nods and walks back into the main room.
"Oh my God, that's how it works?" he says, amazed.
*You get one choice.
Silly Scottish twink or Masked daddy dom.*
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
*Home gym, fitness and video games are my stress killers, other than you guys.*
*Daddy*
*Also, I'm struggling to design my batman-esque manga protagonist. I was thinking of giving him a ringmaster theme, but I want him to have a calm, gentle appearance, and ringmasters typically don't have that. He's an absolute beta male, but built like Kingpin with extreme density and size. He doesn't need armor, and he's not a flashy person, and he's a monster hunter that lives in a hot, rainy city climate. You have any ideas?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*There wasn’t much workout left, might do more later before I shower, I don’t workout often, so I’ve got the make the workout good. Anybody want to rp?*
Azeral is back, and that's not a good omen.
He sits in the library, dressed head to toe in his holy, though far from it at the same time, outfit. Full black leather that resembles armor and coats every inch of him, a long black cloak around his shoulders and a hood over his head. His mask is the same as ever, a plain black obsidian skull. He spins one of his blades in his gloved hand, reading a book, while sitting on one of the chairs that looks like it may break from the sheer force of him. His wings are neatly folded behind him but the two sets are barely concealed.
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
*Felt that dude. I mostly go to a gym when I have the time. Other than that I use the stuff I bought at home.*
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
*Maybe Caine in a way, from TADC, but lower his insanity.*
Azeral is back, and that's not a good omen.
He sits in the library, dressed head to toe in his holy, though far from it at the same time, outfit. Full black leather that resembles armor and coats every inch of him, a long black cloak around his shoulders and a hood over his head. His mask is the same as ever, a plain black obsidian skull. He spins one of his blades in his gloved hand, reading a book, while sitting on one of the chairs that looks like it may break from the sheer force of him. His wings are neatly folded behind him but the two sets are barely concealed.
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
*I am not one to go to the gym.*
*Anymore.*
*We stopped going after a while, and I forget why.*
*I might start going back once I have a job.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*For those who weren't part of the Tavern at the End of the World. Azeral is an Angel of Vengeance and Death.*
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
*Of course, here you go.*
Rag is working out, boulders on his back as he does some squats, beginning to sweat after the first few hundred, eyes closed as he focused on staying strong, and growing stronger.
Heriot seems to be making something from deer teeth, fur, and string, though it’s hard to tell what she’s making, sitting next to the corpse of a deer.
Marie has been worrying about Jax for the past few days, even more now, her hair growing messy, sitting next to the orange tree at Jax’s home.
Azeral narrows his eyes behind his mask. He stands up, placing his blade into the shadowy wisps that male up his cloak, and walks over. He takes the book and flips it back around for him. He nods and walks back into the main room.
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
*I usually have school stuff, and I have already showered by the time I remember, you know?*
*Thats fun, how powerful? On a scale from… Damian to Rag?*
*Yeah, I get that.,
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 makes a sound and nods "Correct."
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
*On the very end of the rag spectrum. He can summon armies of the undead, take someone's soul out of their body, and can make duplicates of himself.*
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