*Hello Wendi, feeling a little All Might-y today?*
*More so Mr Compress.*
*Well, I love a little Mr. Compress. How are you this fine morning?*
*Eh, minor headache, a bit tired, cold. All the fun things.*
*I know how that feels, my mouth was sealed shut by the cold in my sleep. Wanna rp?*
*Sure, was about to bring in my police detective aasimar.*
*Would you like anyone specific for that then?*
*Anyone you feel will do.*
There has been news of a new Detective Inspector coming to the Lord's Yard, the local police. Due to issues arising from murders, death, arson, magical dealings, and such Lord's Yard didn't have the right resources to keep the people of the town safe. Thus a call was made to the Thane Foundation, an outpost centered in the Deep Space to protect Earth from cosmic threats and things already on the ground.
What appears to be a human man walks up the steps to the Lord's Yard, hands nestled deeply in his pockets to keep them warm from the chill of the early February weather. He appears to be about 30 or so, early thirties, and stands about 5'11. He has short, but slightly curly light brown hair that follows down into a scruffy beard. His eyes are nearly black, though still having the same resemblance to human eyes a white sclera. He wears a black frock coat, more so for comfort than aesthetic, underneath is a buttoned navy vest with silver buttons, and then a black button-up shirt. He also wears a pair of black breeches along with a pair of boots. He wears a pair of gloves over his hands, meant to keep his hands warm. On his head is a black bowler cap which, hidden on the rim, is a small stitched symbol of some kind.
Two officers who are standing at the front of the Lord's Yard nod to him. "Good Morning Inspector Thorne, your office has been set upstairs." one explains and Thorne nods, giving a ghost of a smile. "Excellent, thank you." He says, his voice thick with a London accent.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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*Ah ur not on anymore. Bye*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Good morning:)*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Morning, I do hope I am not alone.*
*I AM HERE!*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Hello Wendi, feeling a little All Might-y today?*
*More so Mr Compress.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Well, I love a little Mr. Compress. How are you this fine morning?*
*Eh, minor headache, a bit tired, cold. All the fun things.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I know how that feels, my mouth was sealed shut by the cold in my sleep. Wanna rp?*
*Is is here :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Hellos Tarras, doing well?*
*Sure, was about to bring in my police detective aasimar.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Would you like anyone specific for that then?*
*I just got Heckna. No, not Vecna, Heckna.*
*It is set in a carnival demiplane with a lot of... bugs. Yeah, bugs.*
*It's horrible, I want to run it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*yep!*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*what hath a man for all his toil?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Anybody else want to rp while I am still here?*
*Sure :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Who would you like?*
*Anyone you feel will do.*
There has been news of a new Detective Inspector coming to the Lord's Yard, the local police. Due to issues arising from murders, death, arson, magical dealings, and such Lord's Yard didn't have the right resources to keep the people of the town safe. Thus a call was made to the Thane Foundation, an outpost centered in the Deep Space to protect Earth from cosmic threats and things already on the ground.
What appears to be a human man walks up the steps to the Lord's Yard, hands nestled deeply in his pockets to keep them warm from the chill of the early February weather. He appears to be about 30 or so, early thirties, and stands about 5'11. He has short, but slightly curly light brown hair that follows down into a scruffy beard. His eyes are nearly black, though still having the same resemblance to human eyes a white sclera. He wears a black frock coat, more so for comfort than aesthetic, underneath is a buttoned navy vest with silver buttons, and then a black button-up shirt. He also wears a pair of black breeches along with a pair of boots. He wears a pair of gloves over his hands, meant to keep his hands warm. On his head is a black bowler cap which, hidden on the rim, is a small stitched symbol of some kind.
Two officers who are standing at the front of the Lord's Yard nod to him. "Good Morning Inspector Thorne, your office has been set upstairs." one explains and Thorne nods, giving a ghost of a smile. "Excellent, thank you." He says, his voice thick with a London accent.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]