*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."
"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"
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Hey, It's me, RaccoonMaster! I'm back! I disappeared for a while there, and I'm very sporadic when I'm online lol.
I'm an actor, writer, singer (opera, musical theatre, and rock are my preferred genres), backpacker, and tall person (6'5 and counting). Pronouns are whatever, I mostly use They/Them though.
My Characters: Elsenia Selevarum:The Popular Paladin, Aasimar Noble, Level 4 Paladin of Redemption;
*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.”
Hey, It's me, RaccoonMaster! I'm back! I disappeared for a while there, and I'm very sporadic when I'm online lol.
I'm an actor, writer, singer (opera, musical theatre, and rock are my preferred genres), backpacker, and tall person (6'5 and counting). Pronouns are whatever, I mostly use They/Them though.
My Characters: Elsenia Selevarum:The Popular Paladin, Aasimar Noble, Level 4 Paladin of Redemption;
Hey, It's me, RaccoonMaster! I'm back! I disappeared for a while there, and I'm very sporadic when I'm online lol.
I'm an actor, writer, singer (opera, musical theatre, and rock are my preferred genres), backpacker, and tall person (6'5 and counting). Pronouns are whatever, I mostly use They/Them though.
My Characters: Elsenia Selevarum:The Popular Paladin, Aasimar Noble, Level 4 Paladin of Redemption;
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
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
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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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
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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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
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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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
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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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
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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"
Hey, It's me, RaccoonMaster! I'm back! I disappeared for a while there, and I'm very sporadic when I'm online lol.
I'm an actor, writer, singer (opera, musical theatre, and rock are my preferred genres), backpacker, and tall person (6'5 and counting). Pronouns are whatever, I mostly use They/Them though.
My Characters: Elsenia Selevarum: The Popular Paladin, Aasimar Noble, Level 4 Paladin of Redemption;
Hope to see you around!
“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
Hey, It's me, RaccoonMaster! I'm back! I disappeared for a while there, and I'm very sporadic when I'm online lol.
I'm an actor, writer, singer (opera, musical theatre, and rock are my preferred genres), backpacker, and tall person (6'5 and counting). Pronouns are whatever, I mostly use They/Them though.
My Characters: Elsenia Selevarum: The Popular Paladin, Aasimar Noble, Level 4 Paladin of Redemption;
Hope to see you around!
(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.)
Hey, It's me, RaccoonMaster! I'm back! I disappeared for a while there, and I'm very sporadic when I'm online lol.
I'm an actor, writer, singer (opera, musical theatre, and rock are my preferred genres), backpacker, and tall person (6'5 and counting). Pronouns are whatever, I mostly use They/Them though.
My Characters: Elsenia Selevarum: The Popular Paladin, Aasimar Noble, Level 4 Paladin of Redemption;
Hope to see you around!
(hello)
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
(yep)
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
*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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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