*I'm having one of those moments... should I just get rid of some of these characters? Nobody seems to really care about what I do with them, and it's getting depressing to try and do something important to their story just for it to be ignored.*
*not blaming anyone btw! It's a problem with me*
(I know that feeling lol. Part of why I don't really rp anymore)
*yeah, sorry about that. Sometimes the characters someone else wants to play wouldn't really have anything to do with what you want to play or just wouldn't be in that area*
(I know. I'm also not very good at executing character ideas lol)
*I'm having one of those moments... should I just get rid of some of these characters? Nobody seems to really care about what I do with them, and it's getting depressing to try and do something important to their story just for it to be ignored.*
*not blaming anyone btw! It's a problem with me*
(I know that feeling lol. Part of why I don't really rp anymore)
*yeah, sorry about that. Sometimes the characters someone else wants to play wouldn't really have anything to do with what you want to play or just wouldn't be in that area*
(I know. I'm also not very good at executing character ideas lol)
*I've been feeling the same.*
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
*I'm having one of those moments... should I just get rid of some of these characters? Nobody seems to really care about what I do with them, and it's getting depressing to try and do something important to their story just for it to be ignored.*
*not blaming anyone btw! It's a problem with me*
*no buddy! Give meh a character to interact with!*
*oki, plot points*
Ozzy is sat in his workshop, light spilling in through the for once open windows. His shirt is draped over a chair, exposing his torso and the hole in his chest, a clear Quartz heart where his normal one would be
Bonnie is unconscious, a soldier with a serial number on the back of their hazmat suit tossing her into the back of a cart, closing the doors as he clicks on his radio
(I'm considering dropping the archdruid I made in favor for a new druid, since all it's really done is bother oswald)
*I'm having one of those moments... should I just get rid of some of these characters? Nobody seems to really care about what I do with them, and it's getting depressing to try and do something important to their story just for it to be ignored.*
*not blaming anyone btw! It's a problem with me*
*no buddy! Give meh a character to interact with!*
*oki, plot points*
Ozzy is sat in his workshop, light spilling in through the for once open windows. His shirt is draped over a chair, exposing his torso and the hole in his chest, a clear Quartz heart where his normal one would be
Bonnie is unconscious, a soldier with a serial number on the back of their hazmat suit tossing her into the back of a cart, closing the doors as he clicks on his radio
(I'm considering dropping the archdruid I made in favor for a new druid, since all it's really done is bother oswald)
There is a loud clang as a kunai on a chain pierces the car next to the soldier
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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.
*I'm having one of those moments... should I just get rid of some of these characters? Nobody seems to really care about what I do with them, and it's getting depressing to try and do something important to their story just for it to be ignored.*
*not blaming anyone btw! It's a problem with me*
(I know that feeling lol. Part of why I don't really rp anymore)
*yeah, sorry about that. Sometimes the characters someone else wants to play wouldn't really have anything to do with what you want to play or just wouldn't be in that area*
(I know. I'm also not very good at executing character ideas lol)
*I'm bad at making characters interesting enough to interact with lol&
*I'm having one of those moments... should I just get rid of some of these characters? Nobody seems to really care about what I do with them, and it's getting depressing to try and do something important to their story just for it to be ignored.*
*not blaming anyone btw! It's a problem with me*
*no buddy! Give meh a character to interact with!*
*oki, plot points*
Ozzy is sat in his workshop, light spilling in through the for once open windows. His shirt is draped over a chair, exposing his torso and the hole in his chest, a clear Quartz heart where his normal one would be
(This the guy who's been slowly turning himself into a robot?)
*I'm having one of those moments... should I just get rid of some of these characters? Nobody seems to really care about what I do with them, and it's getting depressing to try and do something important to their story just for it to be ignored.*
*not blaming anyone btw! It's a problem with me*
(I know that feeling lol. Part of why I don't really rp anymore)
*yeah, sorry about that. Sometimes the characters someone else wants to play wouldn't really have anything to do with what you want to play or just wouldn't be in that area*
(I know. I'm also not very good at executing character ideas lol)
*I'm bad at making characters interesting enough to interact with lol&
(I'm great at character ideas, I just can't make them interesting either)
*I'm having one of those moments... should I just get rid of some of these characters? Nobody seems to really care about what I do with them, and it's getting depressing to try and do something important to their story just for it to be ignored.*
*not blaming anyone btw! It's a problem with me*
*no buddy! Give meh a character to interact with!*
*oki, plot points*
Ozzy is sat in his workshop, light spilling in through the for once open windows. His shirt is draped over a chair, exposing his torso and the hole in his chest, a clear Quartz heart where his normal one would be
Bonnie is unconscious, a soldier with a serial number on the back of their hazmat suit tossing her into the back of a cart, closing the doors as he clicks on his radio
(I'm considering dropping the archdruid I made in favor for a new druid, since all it's really done is bother oswald)
There is a loud clang as a kunai on a chain pierces the car next to the soldier
The soldier looks towards where the kunai came from, aiming a firearm
*I'm having one of those moments... should I just get rid of some of these characters? Nobody seems to really care about what I do with them, and it's getting depressing to try and do something important to their story just for it to be ignored.*
*not blaming anyone btw! It's a problem with me*
*no buddy! Give meh a character to interact with!*
*oki, plot points*
Ozzy is sat in his workshop, light spilling in through the for once open windows. His shirt is draped over a chair, exposing his torso and the hole in his chest, a clear Quartz heart where his normal one would be
Bonnie is unconscious, a soldier with a serial number on the back of their hazmat suit tossing her into the back of a cart, closing the doors as he clicks on his radio
(I'm considering dropping the archdruid I made in favor for a new druid, since all it's really done is bother oswald)
There is a loud clang as a kunai on a chain pierces the car next to the soldier
The soldier looks towards where the kunai came from, aiming a firearm
The kunia is yanked into the shadows. There is then a voice. "When you get to hell, tell 'em Viper sent ya....Dodge this." then a kunia flies at them.
Attack: 16 Damage: 21
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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.
“Well, then what makes it different from brutal, blood spilling, entertainment?”
"You lose, your soul is trapped forever."
“Hm, I can see why someone would want to run away from that.”
He nods. "That is why i hunt them."
“Makes sense. I’m sorry to say it, but you don’t sound like that great of a guy.”
"I know. Thats the point."
“Well then, I’m glad I was able to stall you for a little while. Maybe it’ll give the guy time to act. You did have a quite the flashy entrance, I hope he saw it.” He smiles.
*I'm having one of those moments... should I just get rid of some of these characters? Nobody seems to really care about what I do with them, and it's getting depressing to try and do something important to their story just for it to be ignored.*
*not blaming anyone btw! It's a problem with me*
*no buddy! Give meh a character to interact with!*
*oki, plot points*
Ozzy is sat in his workshop, light spilling in through the for once open windows. His shirt is draped over a chair, exposing his torso and the hole in his chest, a clear Quartz heart where his normal one would be
Bonnie is unconscious, a soldier with a serial number on the back of their hazmat suit tossing her into the back of a cart, closing the doors as he clicks on his radio
(I'm considering dropping the archdruid I made in favor for a new druid, since all it's really done is bother oswald)
There is a loud clang as a kunai on a chain pierces the car next to the soldier
The soldier looks towards where the kunai came from, aiming a firearm
The kunia is yanked into the shadows. There is then a voice. "When you get to hell, tell 'em Viper sent ya....Dodge this." then a kunia flies at them.
Attack: 17 Damage: 22
The soldier rolls out of the way, shutting the cart back doors as he does, aiming at where the kunai came from and firing a volley of shots, "Don't have time for jokers."
“Well, then what makes it different from brutal, blood spilling, entertainment?”
"You lose, your soul is trapped forever."
“Hm, I can see why someone would want to run away from that.”
He nods. "That is why i hunt them."
“Makes sense. I’m sorry to say it, but you don’t sound like that great of a guy.”
"I know. Thats the point."
“Well then, I’m glad I was able to stall you for a little while. Maybe it’ll give the guy time to act. You did have a quite the flashy entrance, I hope he saw it.” He smiles.
"He didn't."
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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.
“Well, then what makes it different from brutal, blood spilling, entertainment?”
"You lose, your soul is trapped forever."
“Hm, I can see why someone would want to run away from that.”
He nods. "That is why i hunt them."
“Makes sense. I’m sorry to say it, but you don’t sound like that great of a guy.”
"I know. Thats the point."
“Well then, I’m glad I was able to stall you for a little while. Maybe it’ll give the guy time to act. You did have a quite the flashy entrance, I hope he saw it.” He smiles.
"He didn't."
“Really? How can you be so sure? Also I don’t think I ever got your name.”
(I know. I'm also not very good at executing character ideas lol)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
*I've been feeling the same.*
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
*oki, plot points*
Ozzy is sat in his workshop, light spilling in through the for once open windows. His shirt is draped over a chair, exposing his torso and the hole in his chest, a clear Quartz heart where his normal one would be
Bonnie is unconscious, a soldier with a serial number on the back of their hazmat suit tossing her into the back of a cart, closing the doors as he clicks on his radio
(I'm considering dropping the archdruid I made in favor for a new druid, since all it's really done is bother oswald)
There is a loud clang as a kunai on a chain pierces the car next to the soldier
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I'm bad at making characters interesting enough to interact with lol&
(This the guy who's been slowly turning himself into a robot?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
“Well, then what makes it different from brutal, blood spilling, entertainment?”
(I'm great at character ideas, I just can't make them interesting either)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
"You lose, your soul is trapped forever."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Hm, I can see why someone would want to run away from that.”
He nods. "That is why i hunt them."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Makes sense. I’m sorry to say it, but you don’t sound like that great of a guy.”
"I know. Thats the point."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The soldier looks towards where the kunai came from, aiming a firearm
*my computer made me lose a blooket, I am proportionally upset*
The kunia is yanked into the shadows. There is then a voice. "When you get to hell, tell 'em Viper sent ya....Dodge this." then a kunia flies at them.
Attack: 16 Damage: 21
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Well then, I’m glad I was able to stall you for a little while. Maybe it’ll give the guy time to act. You did have a quite the flashy entrance, I hope he saw it.” He smiles.
The soldier rolls out of the way, shutting the cart back doors as he does, aiming at where the kunai came from and firing a volley of shots, "Don't have time for jokers."
20 to hit, 8
15 to hit, 7
"He didn't."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Really? How can you be so sure? Also I don’t think I ever got your name.”