A cloud of smoke drifts by, coming from behind him.
He turns. "Hello?" he asks, as he stops playing
A large, lanky man sits under a tree smoking a cigar. His hair is tangled and dirty, his beard is unkept, and he wears nothing but torn trousers and a small pouch around a string that hangs about his neck. The giant would probably be about ten feet tall if he was standing. He holds a large cigar in one hand and watches you with glowing red eyes.
A cloud of smoke drifts by, coming from behind him.
He turns. "Hello?" he asks, as he stops playing
A large, lanky man sits under a tree smoking a cigar. His hair is tangled and dirty, his beard is unkept, and he wears nothing but torn trousers and a small pouch around a string that hangs about his neck. The giant would probably be about ten feet tall if he was standing. He holds a large cigar in one hand and watches you with glowing red eyes.
”How ya doin’.” He says in a deep, relaxed voice.
"Uh, a bit unsettled now. But alright I suppose. And you?"
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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 cloud of smoke drifts by, coming from behind him.
He turns. "Hello?" he asks, as he stops playing
A large, lanky man sits under a tree smoking a cigar. His hair is tangled and dirty, his beard is unkept, and he wears nothing but torn trousers and a small pouch around a string that hangs about his neck. The giant would probably be about ten feet tall if he was standing. He holds a large cigar in one hand and watches you with glowing red eyes.
”How ya doin’.” He says in a deep, relaxed voice.
"Uh, a bit unsettled now. But alright I suppose. And you?"
He takes a long draw from his cigar, “Right as rain I ‘spose. Right as rain. Where’d ya learn to play that?”
A cloud of smoke drifts by, coming from behind him.
He turns. "Hello?" he asks, as he stops playing
A large, lanky man sits under a tree smoking a cigar. His hair is tangled and dirty, his beard is unkept, and he wears nothing but torn trousers and a small pouch around a string that hangs about his neck. The giant would probably be about ten feet tall if he was standing. He holds a large cigar in one hand and watches you with glowing red eyes.
”How ya doin’.” He says in a deep, relaxed voice.
"Uh, a bit unsettled now. But alright I suppose. And you?"
He takes a long draw from his cigar, “Right as rain I ‘spose. Right as rain. Where’d ya learn to play that?”
"I was a bard once. I dont like to talk about that part of my life though."
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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 cloud of smoke drifts by, coming from behind him.
He turns. "Hello?" he asks, as he stops playing
A large, lanky man sits under a tree smoking a cigar. His hair is tangled and dirty, his beard is unkept, and he wears nothing but torn trousers and a small pouch around a string that hangs about his neck. The giant would probably be about ten feet tall if he was standing. He holds a large cigar in one hand and watches you with glowing red eyes.
”How ya doin’.” He says in a deep, relaxed voice.
"Uh, a bit unsettled now. But alright I suppose. And you?"
He takes a long draw from his cigar, “Right as rain I ‘spose. Right as rain. Where’d ya learn to play that?”
"I was a bard once. I dont like to talk about that part of my life though."
“Hm,” He lets a cloud of cigar smoke roll from between his lips, “Sounded good.”
A cloud of smoke drifts by, coming from behind him.
He turns. "Hello?" he asks, as he stops playing
A large, lanky man sits under a tree smoking a cigar. His hair is tangled and dirty, his beard is unkept, and he wears nothing but torn trousers and a small pouch around a string that hangs about his neck. The giant would probably be about ten feet tall if he was standing. He holds a large cigar in one hand and watches you with glowing red eyes.
”How ya doin’.” He says in a deep, relaxed voice.
"Uh, a bit unsettled now. But alright I suppose. And you?"
He takes a long draw from his cigar, “Right as rain I ‘spose. Right as rain. Where’d ya learn to play that?”
"I was a bard once. I dont like to talk about that part of my life though."
“Hm,” He lets a cloud of cigar smoke roll from between his lips, “Sounded good.”
"Thanks." he says, strumming an eerie tune.
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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.
He listens to it quietly as he sits blowing smoke rings.
Theren then starts to sing a tune that goes with the song. "Through dreamless sleep he hears you, and he hungers for your soul. He sees without sight, you shall never again be whole."
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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.
He listens to it quietly as he sits blowing smoke rings.
Theren then starts to sing a tune that goes with the song. "Through dreamless sleep he hears you, and he hungers for your soul. He sees without sight, you shall never again be whole."
He listens to the singing. If it is clear that you’re finished, he taps out some ashes from the cigar and speaks, “Whose this fella yer singin’ about?”
He listens to it quietly as he sits blowing smoke rings.
Theren then starts to sing a tune that goes with the song. "Through dreamless sleep he hears you, and he hungers for your soul. He sees without sight, you shall never again be whole."
He listens to the singing. If it is clear that you’re finished, he taps out some ashes from the cigar and speaks, “Whose this fella yer singin’ about?”
"Someone you dont wanna meet. A god from a time long past."
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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 cloud of smoke drifts by, coming from behind him.
He turns. "Hello?" he asks, as he stops playing
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A large, lanky man sits under a tree smoking a cigar. His hair is tangled and dirty, his beard is unkept, and he wears nothing but torn trousers and a small pouch around a string that hangs about his neck. The giant would probably be about ten feet tall if he was standing. He holds a large cigar in one hand and watches you with glowing red eyes.
”How ya doin’.” He says in a deep, relaxed voice.
"Uh, a bit unsettled now. But alright I suppose. And you?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He takes a long draw from his cigar, “Right as rain I ‘spose. Right as rain. Where’d ya learn to play that?”
"I was a bard once. I dont like to talk about that part of my life though."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*hoi*
psychopath ^-^
*t'sup*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Hm,” He lets a cloud of cigar smoke roll from between his lips, “Sounded good.”
*eepy*
psychopath ^-^
"Thanks." he says, strumming an eerie tune.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I want to make a Lawyer-attorney character who has foresight much like Jackson, another character of mine.*
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
*WENDIGO!!!!!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He listens to it quietly as he sits blowing smoke rings.
*MY FRIEND!!!! I'm thinking of making a Lawyer/Attorney character who has foresight like Jackson.*
*HOW ARE YOU?! [HUGS]*
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
Theren then starts to sing a tune that goes with the song. "Through dreamless sleep he hears you, and he hungers for your soul. He sees without sight, you shall never again be whole."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Cool! Im alright ig. Can u check da pm plz? Also how are ya? -hugs-*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He listens to the singing. If it is clear that you’re finished, he taps out some ashes from the cigar and speaks, “Whose this fella yer singin’ about?”
"Someone you dont wanna meet. A god from a time long past."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*crap...i gtg yall :( *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.