*its fine. I was actually quite impressed with it. I mean, It's not like I can do anything that cool."
"I can uh, run about 25 miles per hour, that's about all."
“Wow. That makes you like, what, the eighth fastest person in the world or something? Actually, I don’t know how fast AJ can run. AJ is pretty fast, he’s a son of Hermes.”
A tall, blonde, skinny young man walks along the amphitheater floor. His face has two scars running down his cheeks. His steel grey eyes are hard with grief and regret. At his hip is a sword in its sheath.
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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.
A tall, blonde, skinny young man walks along the amphitheater floor. His face has two scars running down his cheeks. His steel grey eyes are hard with grief and regret. At his hip is a sword in its sheath.
Luna cautiously walks over to him
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am lost with a direction I am failure and perfection Without grace, but I am tired Of walking life like it's a wire
A tall, blonde, skinny young man walks along the amphitheater floor. His face has two scars running down his cheeks. His steel grey eyes are hard with grief and regret. At his hip is a sword in its sheath.
Luna cautiously walks over to him
Thomas doesn't seem to notice them, focused on what infront of him at the moment.
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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.
A tall, blonde, skinny young man walks along the amphitheater floor. His face has two scars running down his cheeks. His steel grey eyes are hard with grief and regret. At his hip is a sword in its sheath.
Luna cautiously walks over to him
Thomas doesn't seem to notice them, focused on what infront of him at the moment.
They look at what's in front of him
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am lost with a direction I am failure and perfection Without grace, but I am tired Of walking life like it's a wire
A tall, blonde, skinny young man walks along the amphitheater floor. His face has two scars running down his cheeks. His steel grey eyes are hard with grief and regret. At his hip is a sword in its sheath.
Luna cautiously walks over to him
Thomas doesn't seem to notice them, focused on what infront of him at the moment.
They look at what's in front of him
Three training dummies stand there, all decapitated and gutted.
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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.
A tall, blonde, skinny young man walks along the amphitheater floor. His face has two scars running down his cheeks. His steel grey eyes are hard with grief and regret. At his hip is a sword in its sheath.
Luna cautiously walks over to him
Thomas doesn't seem to notice them, focused on what infront of him at the moment.
They look at what's in front of him
Three training dummies stand there, all decapitated and gutted.
They put a hand on his shoulder
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am lost with a direction I am failure and perfection Without grace, but I am tired Of walking life like it's a wire
A tall, blonde, skinny young man walks along the amphitheater floor. His face has two scars running down his cheeks. His steel grey eyes are hard with grief and regret. At his hip is a sword in its sheath.
Luna cautiously walks over to him
Thomas doesn't seem to notice them, focused on what infront of him at the moment.
They look at what's in front of him
Three training dummies stand there, all decapitated and gutted.
They put a hand on his shoulder
He jumps slightly and turns to look at them.
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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.
A tall, blonde, skinny young man walks along the amphitheater floor. His face has two scars running down his cheeks. His steel grey eyes are hard with grief and regret. At his hip is a sword in its sheath.
Luna cautiously walks over to him
Thomas doesn't seem to notice them, focused on what infront of him at the moment.
They look at what's in front of him
Three training dummies stand there, all decapitated and gutted.
They put a hand on his shoulder
He jumps slightly and turns to look at them.
They look concerned
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am lost with a direction I am failure and perfection Without grace, but I am tired Of walking life like it's a wire
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Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
"I can uh, run about 25 miles per hour, that's about all."
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
"excuse me? 25 miles an hour? Wow. I really am the least powerful out of all of us. I bet Luna has some cool powers too"
Hi, I'm Raccoon_Master, a young genderfluid actor, writer, explorer, and bass vocalist. Pronouns They/Them/Theirs
My Characters: Brormin the Devout Crusher; Ellora the Romantic Rookie
Check out my EXTENDED SIGNATUR (hasn't been updated in forever, fyi) and don’t forget to join the Anything but the OGL 2.0 Thread!
"I don't make sense to you, and I don't make sense to myself. Maybe the only one I make sense to is God" ~ Me, trying to sound smart
“Wow. That makes you like, what, the eighth fastest person in the world or something? Actually, I don’t know how fast AJ can run. AJ is pretty fast, he’s a son of Hermes.”
"I get exhausted from it so fast that it really isn't as useful as you think."
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
“Actually, Luna, as far as either of us are aware, doesn’t have any powers. She was never claimed either.”
*cut chain*
"Who knows. They could be insanely powerful" Sam shrugs
Hi, I'm Raccoon_Master, a young genderfluid actor, writer, explorer, and bass vocalist. Pronouns They/Them/Theirs
My Characters: Brormin the Devout Crusher; Ellora the Romantic Rookie
Check out my EXTENDED SIGNATUR (hasn't been updated in forever, fyi) and don’t forget to join the Anything but the OGL 2.0 Thread!
"I don't make sense to you, and I don't make sense to myself. Maybe the only one I make sense to is God" ~ Me, trying to sound smart
(Luna is a they I believe)
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
(got it.)
Hi, I'm Raccoon_Master, a young genderfluid actor, writer, explorer, and bass vocalist. Pronouns They/Them/Theirs
My Characters: Brormin the Devout Crusher; Ellora the Romantic Rookie
Check out my EXTENDED SIGNATUR (hasn't been updated in forever, fyi) and don’t forget to join the Anything but the OGL 2.0 Thread!
"I don't make sense to you, and I don't make sense to myself. Maybe the only one I make sense to is God" ~ Me, trying to sound smart
(hello)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
(yep)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
*ahhhh, alright. im comin back*
A tall, blonde, skinny young man walks along the amphitheater floor. His face has two scars running down his cheeks. His steel grey eyes are hard with grief and regret. At his hip is a sword in its sheath.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Luna cautiously walks over to him
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
Thomas doesn't seem to notice them, focused on what infront of him at the moment.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They look at what's in front of him
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
Three training dummies stand there, all decapitated and gutted.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Iphy the dryad is sitting at the base of his tree
They put a hand on his shoulder
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
He jumps slightly and turns to look at them.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They look concerned
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire