*You know what, I'm not gonna stat out this character yet. I'm just gonna intro him.*
A spindly man, wrapped in bandages, walks into town. He wears an open, oversized duster, big boots, and baggy pants, as if trying to cover up how emaciated he is. He also wears an expressionless mask that, despite being a full-face mask, doesn't cover where his mouth should be (it's covered by bandages though), and it seems to show slight expressions when viewed from different angles.
Detect Magic:
His entire body radiates necromancy, as though he were filled with negative energy.
"Well well well... There isn't something I see every day.." A voice says, chuckling. It sounds deep and throaty, like it was made of sandpaper.
The man (if he is a man) looks around for the source of the voice.
He can't see anything around him that would directly give him a source of the voice but there is something.
"I would stop looking around, I am underneath of you at the moment."
Jacks vision goes blurry but he stays awake. Phoenix struggles to stand.
Jack rubs his eyes and breathes heavily, holding his wound. He walks over to Phoenix and stares down at him before dropping down beside him and holding him. "Sorry..." He mutters.
"Why...."
"I was mad... I shouldn't have taken it out on you..." He says and waves his hand, the Ray of Enfeeblement wearing off.
As soon as it wears off he punches Jack rather hard in the arm. "You should've talked to me."
He winces and nods "I know.. I know.. I was just angry and.. Im sorry."
"Also you shouldn't be bleeding. I was using tranq darts." he then sighs and holds Jack tightly. "Its ok..."
Jacks vision goes blurry but he stays awake. Phoenix struggles to stand.
Jack rubs his eyes and breathes heavily, holding his wound. He walks over to Phoenix and stares down at him before dropping down beside him and holding him. "Sorry..." He mutters.
"Why...."
"I was mad... I shouldn't have taken it out on you..." He says and waves his hand, the Ray of Enfeeblement wearing off.
As soon as it wears off he punches Jack rather hard in the arm. "You should've talked to me."
He winces and nods "I know.. I know.. I was just angry and.. Im sorry."
"Also you shouldn't be bleeding. I was using tranq darts." he then sighs and holds Jack tightly. "Its ok..."
Jack holds his tightly back "Mn..."
"Ok ok...I think I got the car working.."
*PM wendigo?*
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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.
*You know what, I'm not gonna stat out this character yet. I'm just gonna intro him.*
A spindly man, wrapped in bandages, walks into town. He wears an open, oversized duster, big boots, and baggy pants, as if trying to cover up how emaciated he is. He also wears an expressionless mask that, despite being a full-face mask, doesn't cover where his mouth should be (it's covered by bandages though), and it seems to show slight expressions when viewed from different angles.
Detect Magic:
His entire body radiates necromancy, as though he were filled with negative energy.
"Well well well... There isn't something I see every day.." A voice says, chuckling. It sounds deep and throaty, like it was made of sandpaper.
The man (if he is a man) looks around for the source of the voice.
He can't see anything around him that would directly give him a source of the voice but there is something.
"I would stop looking around, I am underneath of you at the moment."
"And your purpose for messing with me is?" mutters the man, barely opening his mouth but still revealing the black, dagger-like teeth within.
He can't see anything around him that would directly give him a source of the voice but there is something.
"I would stop looking around, I am underneath of you at the moment."
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
They thump their gloved hand against their chesplate, "Strength of will!"
"And what happened yesterday?"
psychopath ^-^
Jack holds his tightly back "Mn..."
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
"Good god." he rolls his eyes
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Its my job" He says, looking up from his little meditation
"Hm? What-" He looks around for the voices source
"Rather not talk about it." he says, wincing as he shifts slightly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Ok ok...I think I got the car working.."
*PM wendigo?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They seem pretty proud of themselves
"so...what are you?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Echo nods in understanding
psychopath ^-^
"Mn.." It grumbles as Shrinekeeper can hear nails being dragged through the wood.
"I am underneath of you." It says "I don't think the others can hear me however"
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
"So you said we were gonna talk yesterday."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
they tilt their head "what about?"
psychopath ^-^
"That there were more reasons than you were just worried about me or somthin like that.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I'm a knight." They say, tapping the symbol on their shoulder
"Kindly don't scratch my shrine, it was time consuming to put together and it's hard to see what's broken" They sigh
He looks down curiously
"huh...neat..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"And your purpose for messing with me is?" mutters the man, barely opening his mouth but still revealing the black, dagger-like teeth within.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I don't remember that"
deception: 14
psychopath ^-^