His face is rather scarred and he has short black hair and fair skin. he seems to be sleeping peacefully
"Oh god, this isn't what it looks like. They were hired to kill me for something i didnt do."
"Hm...." She lightly nudges them
She grabs her bow off the ground, aiming it at him, "If you're innocent you wouldn't be hiding their bodies in an alley" she says, shakily, "How do I know you aren't just a murderer."
He stirs slightly. He has light green eyes with golden flecks. "What?"
"Woah ok, ok." he takes his dog tags off of his neck and tosses them to her.
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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.
"That sounds... exotic, do you have some I could try?"
"Not with me at the moment. I'll need about an hour to bring in my trailer, which has everything I need, including the moths. Then we can bring in the rest of the carnival!"
His face is rather scarred and he has short black hair and fair skin. he seems to be sleeping peacefully
"Oh god, this isn't what it looks like. They were hired to kill me for something i didnt do."
"Hm...." She lightly nudges them
She grabs her bow off the ground, aiming it at him, "If you're innocent you wouldn't be hiding their bodies in an alley" she says, shakily, "How do I know you aren't just a murderer."
He stirs slightly. He has light green eyes with golden flecks. "What?"
"Woah ok, ok." he takes his dog tags off of his neck and tosses them to her.
"Ya usually sleep under trees pretty boy?" She asks, squatted down infrint of him (for reference look up any jojo squat)
She catches them, the tiefling's eyes flick between him and the tags for a few moments
His face is rather scarred and he has short black hair and fair skin. he seems to be sleeping peacefully
"Oh god, this isn't what it looks like. They were hired to kill me for something i didnt do."
"Hm...." She lightly nudges them
She grabs her bow off the ground, aiming it at him, "If you're innocent you wouldn't be hiding their bodies in an alley" she says, shakily, "How do I know you aren't just a murderer."
He stirs slightly. He has light green eyes with golden flecks. "What?"
"Woah ok, ok." he takes his dog tags off of his neck and tosses them to her.
"Ya usually sleep under trees pretty boy?" She asks, squatted down infrint of him (for reference look up any jojo squat)
She catches them, the tiefling's eyes flick between him and the tags for a few moments
"Yeah, and dont call me that." he says, sitting up.
He waits for her verdict.
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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.
His face is rather scarred and he has short black hair and fair skin. he seems to be sleeping peacefully
"Oh god, this isn't what it looks like. They were hired to kill me for something i didnt do."
"Hm...." She lightly nudges them
She grabs her bow off the ground, aiming it at him, "If you're innocent you wouldn't be hiding their bodies in an alley" she says, shakily, "How do I know you aren't just a murderer."
He stirs slightly. He has light green eyes with golden flecks. "What?"
"Woah ok, ok." he takes his dog tags off of his neck and tosses them to her.
"Ya usually sleep under trees pretty boy?" She asks, squatted down infrint of him (for reference look up any jojo squat)
She catches them, the tiefling's eyes flick between him and the tags for a few moments
"Yeah, and dont call me that." he says, sitting up.
He waits for her verdict.
She smirks, "Its an accurate description tho. Anyways, just checking if ya was dead."
She thinks for a few moments then lowers her bow, tossing the tags back, "Alright, ex-militia."
"That sounds... exotic, do you have some I could try?"
"Not with me at the moment. I'll need about an hour to bring in my trailer, which has everything I need, including the moths. Then we can bring in the rest of the carnival!"
"OOOH! I love carnivals!" His eyes fill with wonder
His face is rather scarred and he has short black hair and fair skin. he seems to be sleeping peacefully
"Oh god, this isn't what it looks like. They were hired to kill me for something i didnt do."
"Hm...." She lightly nudges them
She grabs her bow off the ground, aiming it at him, "If you're innocent you wouldn't be hiding their bodies in an alley" she says, shakily, "How do I know you aren't just a murderer."
He stirs slightly. He has light green eyes with golden flecks. "What?"
"Woah ok, ok." he takes his dog tags off of his neck and tosses them to her.
"Ya usually sleep under trees pretty boy?" She asks, squatted down infrint of him (for reference look up any jojo squat)
She catches them, the tiefling's eyes flick between him and the tags for a few moments
"Yeah, and dont call me that." he says, sitting up.
He waits for her verdict.
She smirks, "Its an accurate description tho. Anyways, just checking if ya was dead."
She thinks for a few moments then lowers her bow, tossing the tags back, "Alright, ex-militia."
"Nah, just sleeping...wait did you just..." he says pointing slightly
He catches them and puts them back on. "Ex-special forces."
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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.
His face is rather scarred and he has short black hair and fair skin. he seems to be sleeping peacefully
"Oh god, this isn't what it looks like. They were hired to kill me for something i didnt do."
"Hm...." She lightly nudges them
She grabs her bow off the ground, aiming it at him, "If you're innocent you wouldn't be hiding their bodies in an alley" she says, shakily, "How do I know you aren't just a murderer."
He stirs slightly. He has light green eyes with golden flecks. "What?"
"Woah ok, ok." he takes his dog tags off of his neck and tosses them to her.
"Ya usually sleep under trees pretty boy?" She asks, squatted down infrint of him (for reference look up any jojo squat)
She catches them, the tiefling's eyes flick between him and the tags for a few moments
"Yeah, and dont call me that." he says, sitting up.
He waits for her verdict.
She smirks, "Its an accurate description tho. Anyways, just checking if ya was dead."
She thinks for a few moments then lowers her bow, tossing the tags back, "Alright, ex-militia."
"Nah, just sleeping...wait did you just..." he says pointing slightly
He catches them and puts them back on. "Ex-special forces."
"No clue what ya mean" she smiles, standing and stretching her arms above her head
She shrugs, leaning back against the wall with labored breathing, "Same difference."
"That sounds... exotic, do you have some I could try?"
"Not with me at the moment. I'll need about an hour to bring in my trailer, which has everything I need, including the moths. Then we can bring in the rest of the carnival!"
"OOOH! I love carnivals!" His eyes fill with wonder
His face is rather scarred and he has short black hair and fair skin. he seems to be sleeping peacefully
"Oh god, this isn't what it looks like. They were hired to kill me for something i didnt do."
"Hm...." She lightly nudges them
She grabs her bow off the ground, aiming it at him, "If you're innocent you wouldn't be hiding their bodies in an alley" she says, shakily, "How do I know you aren't just a murderer."
He stirs slightly. He has light green eyes with golden flecks. "What?"
"Woah ok, ok." he takes his dog tags off of his neck and tosses them to her.
"Ya usually sleep under trees pretty boy?" She asks, squatted down infrint of him (for reference look up any jojo squat)
She catches them, the tiefling's eyes flick between him and the tags for a few moments
"Yeah, and dont call me that." he says, sitting up.
He waits for her verdict.
She smirks, "Its an accurate description tho. Anyways, just checking if ya was dead."
She thinks for a few moments then lowers her bow, tossing the tags back, "Alright, ex-militia."
"Nah, just sleeping...wait did you just..." he says pointing slightly
He catches them and puts them back on. "Ex-special forces."
"No clue what ya mean" she smiles, standing and stretching her arms above her head
She shrugs, leaning back against the wall with labored breathing, "Same difference."
"You said pretty boy was an accurate description.' he says, standing up and crossing his arms.
"Not really. Are you alright?"
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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.
"That sounds... exotic, do you have some I could try?"
"Not with me at the moment. I'll need about an hour to bring in my trailer, which has everything I need, including the moths. Then we can bring in the rest of the carnival!"
"OOOH! I love carnivals!" His eyes fill with wonder
*(GP) it. I'll do it for today because I have nostalgia.*
There is a man running through the forest, what seems like for his dear life, as a great white hound with fluffy fur follows after. The paws of this beast cause frost to coat the ground. The man looks like he is about to make it out of the wolf's grasp before a blur of mint green lands on top of him. It is a Tiefling with mint green skin, shoe white hair, and two sets of curves horns. He smiles "Your done Hunter Fellow. Put down your weapons. Now." He said, his tone cold.
The door to the tavern slams open as a man wearing all black leather armor steps inside. Anyone can tell he is bad news but those with keener sense can tell that there is a strong Transmutation magic radiating off him, it's like a wall of it. He wears a mask made from the skull of someone else over his face. He sits down at a table and orders the strongest drink they have and then opens a large book made with skin for the cover.
A soft melody fills the sky as an elf wanders throughout the forest. She has long white hair, light blue skin, and silvery eyes. She wears a white blouse, a light blue corset, and a long grey skirt. A wedding band glints on her fingers. A lute is wrapped around her shoulder, made from polished wood and metals.
"That sounds... exotic, do you have some I could try?"
"Not with me at the moment. I'll need about an hour to bring in my trailer, which has everything I need, including the moths. Then we can bring in the rest of the carnival!"
"OOOH! I love carnivals!" His eyes fill with wonder
"Me too! That's why I built one!"
"I would absolutely love to see it!"
"It'll be here soon, I just need to summon it. It takes a bit. You wanna help?" He smiles.
His face is rather scarred and he has short black hair and fair skin. he seems to be sleeping peacefully
"Oh god, this isn't what it looks like. They were hired to kill me for something i didnt do."
"Hm...." She lightly nudges them
She grabs her bow off the ground, aiming it at him, "If you're innocent you wouldn't be hiding their bodies in an alley" she says, shakily, "How do I know you aren't just a murderer."
He stirs slightly. He has light green eyes with golden flecks. "What?"
"Woah ok, ok." he takes his dog tags off of his neck and tosses them to her.
"Ya usually sleep under trees pretty boy?" She asks, squatted down infrint of him (for reference look up any jojo squat)
She catches them, the tiefling's eyes flick between him and the tags for a few moments
"Yeah, and dont call me that." he says, sitting up.
He waits for her verdict.
She smirks, "Its an accurate description tho. Anyways, just checking if ya was dead."
She thinks for a few moments then lowers her bow, tossing the tags back, "Alright, ex-militia."
"Nah, just sleeping...wait did you just..." he says pointing slightly
He catches them and puts them back on. "Ex-special forces."
"No clue what ya mean" she smiles, standing and stretching her arms above her head
She shrugs, leaning back against the wall with labored breathing, "Same difference."
"You said pretty boy was an accurate description.' he says, standing up and crossing his arms.
"Not really. Are you alright?"
"You calling yourself ugly?" She tilts her head
"Eh. Both pride and body aren't in the best shape."
"That sounds... exotic, do you have some I could try?"
(not great tbh)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I'm starting to cave, I'm losing my flame
I wanted your truth, but I wanted the pain
To disappear, dream maker, life taker
Open up my mind
He stirs slightly. He has light green eyes with golden flecks. "What?"
"Woah ok, ok." he takes his dog tags off of his neck and tosses them to her.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Not with me at the moment. I'll need about an hour to bring in my trailer, which has everything I need, including the moths. Then we can bring in the rest of the carnival!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Ya usually sleep under trees pretty boy?" She asks, squatted down infrint of him (for reference look up any jojo squat)
She catches them, the tiefling's eyes flick between him and the tags for a few moments
"Yeah, and dont call me that." he says, sitting up.
He waits for her verdict.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She smirks, "Its an accurate description tho. Anyways, just checking if ya was dead."
She thinks for a few moments then lowers her bow, tossing the tags back, "Alright, ex-militia."
"OOOH! I love carnivals!" His eyes fill with wonder
"Nah, just sleeping...wait did you just..." he says pointing slightly
He catches them and puts them back on. "Ex-special forces."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I feel like bringing back the Originals. The very first kids I made..*
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
"No clue what ya mean" she smiles, standing and stretching her arms above her head
She shrugs, leaning back against the wall with labored breathing, "Same difference."
*woah...also do yeh want me to repost?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Me too! That's why I built one!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You said pretty boy was an accurate description.' he says, standing up and crossing his arms.
"Not really. Are you alright?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I would absolutely love to see it!"
*(GP) it. I'll do it for today because I have nostalgia.*
There is a man running through the forest, what seems like for his dear life, as a great white hound with fluffy fur follows after. The paws of this beast cause frost to coat the ground. The man looks like he is about to make it out of the wolf's grasp before a blur of mint green lands on top of him. It is a Tiefling with mint green skin, shoe white hair, and two sets of curves horns. He smiles "Your done Hunter Fellow. Put down your weapons. Now." He said, his tone cold.
The door to the tavern slams open as a man wearing all black leather armor steps inside. Anyone can tell he is bad news but those with keener sense can tell that there is a strong Transmutation magic radiating off him, it's like a wall of it. He wears a mask made from the skull of someone else over his face. He sits down at a table and orders the strongest drink they have and then opens a large book made with skin for the cover.
A soft melody fills the sky as an elf wanders throughout the forest. She has long white hair, light blue skin, and silvery eyes. She wears a white blouse, a light blue corset, and a long grey skirt. A wedding band glints on her fingers. A lute is wrapped around her shoulder, made from polished wood and metals.
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
*oh boy I'd get banned so fast if I did that o-o*
*but do that, yours were dope*
(BTW here's my current drama plot):
Bonnie is unconscious is the trunk of a odd looking car, a soldier talking to someone on the radio
"It'll be here soon, I just need to summon it. It takes a bit. You wanna help?" He smiles.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You calling yourself ugly?" She tilts her head
"Eh. Both pride and body aren't in the best shape."
"Nah." he says waving off the question.
"You look like you need medical attention
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.