A towering figure, clearly an aristocrat by his clothing, enters the tavern. He has wild, asymmetrical horns and spikes, tough, light gray skin, and a long, almost reptile-like tail. His irises glow scarlet, made even more striking by his black sclera. He wears a white mask designed to resemble a beautiful man, and he wears white gloves, but even these are not enough to cover up the occult markings on his skin. His claws tap against his cane as he walks, and a pair of well-dressed servants (or perhaps simply sycophants) with perfume far too heavy to be pleasant follow him inside. They pull out his chair for him, sit down next to him, and even place his order. The three strange, masked men look intrigued by the people around them, as though they had never seen peasants before.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A towering figure, clearly an aristocrat by his clothing, enters the tavern. He has wild, asymmetrical horns and spikes, tough, light gray skin, and a long, almost reptile-like tail. His irises glow scarlet, made even more striking by his black sclera. He wears a white mask designed to resemble a beautiful man, and he wears white gloves, but even these are not enough to cover up the occult markings on his skin. His claws tap against his cane as he walks, and a pair of well-dressed servants (or perhaps simply sycophants) with perfume far too heavy to be pleasant follow him inside. They pull out his chair for him, sit down next to him, and even place his order. The three strange, masked men look intrigued by the people around them, as though they had never seen peasants before.
*I am about to make a character whom I think would fit nicely with this character. Not at classes yet, leaving house right now. Be right then in a moment.*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A towering figure, clearly an aristocrat by his clothing, enters the tavern. He has wild, asymmetrical horns and spikes, tough, light gray skin, and a long, almost reptile-like tail. His irises glow scarlet, made even more striking by his black sclera. He wears a white mask designed to resemble a beautiful man, and he wears white gloves, but even these are not enough to cover up the occult markings on his skin. His claws tap against his cane as he walks, and a pair of well-dressed servants (or perhaps simply sycophants) with perfume far too heavy to be pleasant follow him inside. They pull out his chair for him, sit down next to him, and even place his order. The three strange, masked men look intrigued by the people around them, as though they had never seen peasants before.
The dimly lit bar is bustling with activity, but amidst the crowd sits a solitary young man. His striking steely silver eyes peer piercingly at a group of men sitting nearby, his gaze narrowed. The bar's lights highlight his tawny skin, which glows like honey in the dimness. His long, light yellow hair is carefully tied back in a fluffy bun, and his upper lip is painted black with precision. On his upper neck, his tattoo of the Zhentarim symbol is visible in the light. He is dressed distinctively, wearing a white blouse, a black corset with forest green threading, black breeches, a black peacoat with steel buttons, and black chukka boots. He is armed and ready, with a belt around his waist that holds a pistol and a sheathed dagger.
"May I ask what is up with the spiders?" He asked, tilting his head.
"The old Widow queen recently got a new mate, and people are betting on how long he'll last. And some tarantulas started a mariachi band that's getting really popular."
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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.
"May I ask what is up with the spiders?" He asked, tilting his head.
"The old Widow queen recently got a new mate, and people are betting on how long he'll last. And some tarantulas started a mariachi band that's getting really popular."
He nods "Weird. Good luck with that." He smiled.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A towering figure, clearly an aristocrat by his clothing, enters the tavern. He has wild, asymmetrical horns and spikes, tough, light gray skin, and a long, almost reptile-like tail. His irises glow scarlet, made even more striking by his black sclera. He wears a white mask designed to resemble a beautiful man, and he wears white gloves, but even these are not enough to cover up the occult markings on his skin. His claws tap against his cane as he walks, and a pair of well-dressed servants (or perhaps simply sycophants) with perfume far too heavy to be pleasant follow him inside. They pull out his chair for him, sit down next to him, and even place his order. The three strange, masked men look intrigued by the people around them, as though they had never seen peasants before.
The dimly lit bar is bustling with activity, but amidst the crowd sits a solitary young man. His striking steely silver eyes peer piercingly at a group of men sitting nearby, his gaze narrowed. The bar's lights highlight his tawny skin, which glows like honey in the dimness. His long, light yellow hair is carefully tied back in a fluffy bun, and his upper lip is painted black with precision. On his upper neck, his tattoo of the Zhentarim symbol is visible in the light. He is dressed distinctively, wearing a white blouse, a black corset with forest green threading, black breeches, a black peacoat with steel buttons, and black chukka boots. He is armed and ready, with a belt around his waist that holds a pistol and a sheathed dagger.
*Can't stay for long, but I wanted to respond to this*
The monster is handed an ornate teapot by one of the sycophants, as well as four teacups. He pours four cups of tea, despite there not having been any water in the pot before, let alone tea, and has one of the servants bring the newcomer a teacup. The smell of the perfume is cut by the spicy-sweet scent of the tea, almost covering up the faint reek of rotting flesh from under the "man's" fancy clothes.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A towering figure, clearly an aristocrat by his clothing, enters the tavern. He has wild, asymmetrical horns and spikes, tough, light gray skin, and a long, almost reptile-like tail. His irises glow scarlet, made even more striking by his black sclera. He wears a white mask designed to resemble a beautiful man, and he wears white gloves, but even these are not enough to cover up the occult markings on his skin. His claws tap against his cane as he walks, and a pair of well-dressed servants (or perhaps simply sycophants) with perfume far too heavy to be pleasant follow him inside. They pull out his chair for him, sit down next to him, and even place his order. The three strange, masked men look intrigued by the people around them, as though they had never seen peasants before.
The dimly lit bar is bustling with activity, but amidst the crowd sits a solitary young man. His striking steely silver eyes peer piercingly at a group of men sitting nearby, his gaze narrowed. The bar's lights highlight his tawny skin, which glows like honey in the dimness. His long, light yellow hair is carefully tied back in a fluffy bun, and his upper lip is painted black with precision. On his upper neck, his tattoo of the Zhentarim symbol is visible in the light. He is dressed distinctively, wearing a white blouse, a black corset with forest green threading, black breeches, a black peacoat with steel buttons, and black chukka boots. He is armed and ready, with a belt around his waist that holds a pistol and a sheathed dagger.
*Can't stay for long, but I wanted to respond to this*
The monster is handed an ornate teapot by one of the sycophants, as well as four teacups. He pours four cups of tea, despite there not having been any water in the pot before, let alone tea, and has one of the servants bring the newcomer a teacup. The smell of the perfume is cut by the spicy-sweet scent of the tea, almost covering up the faint reek of rotting flesh from under the "man's" fancy clothes.
He narrows his eyes again, tilting his head. He places a false smile on his face and nods "Thank you." He said. He takes the teacup and sets it down, not seeming to take a sip from it.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*well then I've got partial drama :> and an intro soon*
Bonnie is curled up in the forest, eyes filled with burning light as plant matter scorches away around her
Rory is painting symbols on slips of paper
Zenix is in a tree, nursing his wounds
Ozzy is walking through town, looking much healthier with a white t-shirt instead of a trench coat. A small pulsing glow comes from under the fabric
*New Character*
Miranda is sitting at the bar in the tavern, checking his make-up. He is humming to himself as he counts coins from a dusty leather sack into stacks.
*Old Ones*
Sadeh has sniffed out the energy coming from Bonnie and its standing a few feet away. "Bonnie?" she asked, trying to be comforting.
Yuri appears behind him and smiles "What hurt you beloved?" She asked and tilted her head. She checks his wounds, casting Heal on the ones that look rough.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*well then I've got partial drama :> and an intro soon*
Bonnie is curled up in the forest, eyes filled with burning light as plant matter scorches away around her
Rory is painting symbols on slips of paper
Zenix is in a tree, nursing his wounds
Ozzy is walking through town, looking much healthier with a white t-shirt instead of a trench coat. A small pulsing glow comes from under the fabric
*New Character*
Miranda is sitting at the bar in the tavern, checking his make-up. He is humming to himself as he counts coins from a dusty leather sack into stacks.
*Old Ones*
Sadeh has sniffed out the energy coming from Bonnie and its standing a few feet away. "Bonnie?" she asked, trying to be comforting.
Yuri appears behind him and smiles "What hurt you beloved?" She asked and tilted her head. She checks his wounds, casting Heal on the ones that look rough.
Ozzy sits beside Miranda in the bar, tapping the bar, "An ale please." He asks the bartender before looking at Miranda curiously, "Wow, there a party I'm not dressed for?"
Bonnie sits up quickly, breathing heavily, "W-who-"
"More fey. Not sure if these ones were for revenge or just to mess with me." He sighs, larger wounds knitting closed as he leans against Yuri a bit, "Though on the brightside they won't be flying around anymore."
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Lol I'm in Maryland.
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."
A towering figure, clearly an aristocrat by his clothing, enters the tavern. He has wild, asymmetrical horns and spikes, tough, light gray skin, and a long, almost reptile-like tail. His irises glow scarlet, made even more striking by his black sclera. He wears a white mask designed to resemble a beautiful man, and he wears white gloves, but even these are not enough to cover up the occult markings on his skin. His claws tap against his cane as he walks, and a pair of well-dressed servants (or perhaps simply sycophants) with perfume far too heavy to be pleasant follow him inside. They pull out his chair for him, sit down next to him, and even place his order. The three strange, masked men look intrigued by the people around them, as though they had never seen peasants before.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I am about to make a character whom I think would fit nicely with this character. Not at classes yet, leaving house right now. Be right then in a moment.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The dimly lit bar is bustling with activity, but amidst the crowd sits a solitary young man. His striking steely silver eyes peer piercingly at a group of men sitting nearby, his gaze narrowed. The bar's lights highlight his tawny skin, which glows like honey in the dimness. His long, light yellow hair is carefully tied back in a fluffy bun, and his upper lip is painted black with precision. On his upper neck, his tattoo of the Zhentarim symbol is visible in the light. He is dressed distinctively, wearing a white blouse, a black corset with forest green threading, black breeches, a black peacoat with steel buttons, and black chukka boots. He is armed and ready, with a belt around his waist that holds a pistol and a sheathed dagger.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A tall, thin, spider-like creature moves towards him.
"Hello. Who are you?" He asks, chelicerae clicking.
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."
The man looks up and smiles "Hello there. My name is Miranda. A pleasure to meet you." He winks.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Nice meeting you as well. My name is Lycosidos."
*Lycosidae = wolf spiders*
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."
"May I ask what is up with the spiders?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"The old Widow queen recently got a new mate, and people are betting on how long he'll last. And some tarantulas started a mariachi band that's getting really popular."
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."
He nods "Weird. Good luck with that." He smiled.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Well, I should get going. Need to check my webs."
He turns and leaves, headed into the forest.
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."
Miranda waves and smiles "See you"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Can't stay for long, but I wanted to respond to this*
The monster is handed an ornate teapot by one of the sycophants, as well as four teacups. He pours four cups of tea, despite there not having been any water in the pot before, let alone tea, and has one of the servants bring the newcomer a teacup. The smell of the perfume is cut by the spicy-sweet scent of the tea, almost covering up the faint reek of rotting flesh from under the "man's" fancy clothes.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He narrows his eyes again, tilting his head. He places a false smile on his face and nods "Thank you." He said. He takes the teacup and sets it down, not seeming to take a sip from it.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Man. Today is quiet :p*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*ye, sorry qwq*
*I've been busy in class but I'm sorta here now*
*Its fine :]*
*Just bored is all*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*well then I've got partial drama :> and an intro soon*
Bonnie is curled up in the forest, eyes filled with burning light as plant matter scorches away around her
Rory is painting symbols on slips of paper
Zenix is in a tree, nursing his wounds
Ozzy is walking through town, looking much healthier with a white t-shirt instead of a trench coat. A small pulsing glow comes from under the fabric
*New Character*
Miranda is sitting at the bar in the tavern, checking his make-up. He is humming to himself as he counts coins from a dusty leather sack into stacks.
*Old Ones*
Sadeh has sniffed out the energy coming from Bonnie and its standing a few feet away. "Bonnie?" she asked, trying to be comforting.
Yuri appears behind him and smiles "What hurt you beloved?" She asked and tilted her head. She checks his wounds, casting Heal on the ones that look rough.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Ozzy sits beside Miranda in the bar, tapping the bar, "An ale please." He asks the bartender before looking at Miranda curiously, "Wow, there a party I'm not dressed for?"
Bonnie sits up quickly, breathing heavily, "W-who-"
"More fey. Not sure if these ones were for revenge or just to mess with me." He sighs, larger wounds knitting closed as he leans against Yuri a bit, "Though on the brightside they won't be flying around anymore."