*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)
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
*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?)
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
*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)
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
*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: 24
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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 won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
*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
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
“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
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
"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: 24
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."
17 to hit, 7
10 to hit, 9
"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.”