I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #2 #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #2 #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
A man is walking through the snow, dressed in winter clothes with a duelist's cape draped over his right arm, covering it entirely. He seems to be a noble, but the crest on his coat doesn't resemble any known house. He has many vials of herbs and alchemical components sticking out of a black satchel at his waist.
His face is pale and gaunt, with a pale blue tint and matching hair.
He makes his way inside, clearly tired but trying not to appear as such.
A man is walking through the snow, dressed in winter clothes with a duelist's cape draped over his right arm, covering it entirely. He seems to be an aristocrat, but the crest on his coat doesn't resemble any known house. He has many vials of herbs and alchemical components sticking out of a black satchel at his waist.
His face is pale and gaunt, with a pale blue tint and matching hair. White mist flows around his ankles as he steps out of the frozen forest.
He makes his way inside, clearly tired and disoriented but trying not to appear as such.
A man is walking through the snow, dressed in winter clothes with a duelist's cape draped over his right arm, covering it entirely. He seems to be an aristocrat, but the crest on his coat doesn't resemble any known house. He has many vials of herbs and alchemical components sticking out of a black satchel at his waist.
His face is pale and gaunt, with a pale blue tint and matching hair. White mist flows around his ankles as he steps out of the frozen forest.
He makes his way inside, clearly tired and disoriented but trying not to appear as such.
Theren looks up from where hes tuning his guitar. "You look tired mate."
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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 man is walking through the snow, dressed in winter clothes with a duelist's cape draped over his right arm, covering it entirely. He seems to be an aristocrat, but the crest on his coat doesn't resemble any known house. He has many vials of herbs and alchemical components sticking out of a black satchel at his waist.
His face is pale and gaunt, with a pale blue tint and matching hair. White mist flows around his ankles as he steps out of the frozen forest.
He makes his way inside, clearly tired and disoriented but trying not to appear as such.
Theren looks up from where hes tuning his guitar. "You look tired mate."
He gives a mirthless laugh. "Well, better than dead. I thought that fog was going to kill me."
A man is walking through the snow, dressed in winter clothes with a duelist's cape draped over his right arm, covering it entirely. He seems to be an aristocrat, but the crest on his coat doesn't resemble any known house. He has many vials of herbs and alchemical components sticking out of a black satchel at his waist.
His face is pale and gaunt, with a pale blue tint and matching hair. White mist flows around his ankles as he steps out of the frozen forest.
He makes his way inside, clearly tired and disoriented but trying not to appear as such.
Theren looks up from where hes tuning his guitar. "You look tired mate."
He gives a mirthless laugh. "Well, better than dead. I thought that fog was going to kill me."
"Bad lungs or killer fog?"
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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 gives a mirthless laugh. "Well, better than dead. I thought that fog was going to kill me."
"Bad lungs or killer fog?"
"You don't know? Thank goodness. I was worried I got turned around. The killing Mists of the Domains of Dread. I made a deal which was supposed to let me go for a time."
He gives a mirthless laugh. "Well, better than dead. I thought that fog was going to kill me."
"Bad lungs or killer fog?"
"You don't know? Thank goodness. I was worried I got turned around. The killing Mists of the Domains of Dread. I made a deal which was supposed to let me go for a time."
"Huh, interesting." he says, strumming a note on his guitar
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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.
"You don't know? Thank goodness. I was worried I got turned around. The killing Mists of the Domains of Dread. I made a deal which was supposed to let me go for a time."
"Huh, interesting." he says, strumming a note on his guitar
The noble goes quiet for a minute. "That's a nice instrument."
"You don't know? Thank goodness. I was worried I got turned around. The killing Mists of the Domains of Dread. I made a deal which was supposed to let me go for a time."
"Huh, interesting." he says, strumming a note on his guitar
The noble goes quiet for a minute. "That's a nice instrument."
"Thanks. It has quite a long history."
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*hes from a different world. He uses foreign tech to do his job*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"What is that you're holding?"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #2 #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"a way to get info on my next target." he says, looking up with fiery red eyes
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"A bounty hunter, are you?"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #2 #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
He nods, putting the device away. "My targets been...elusive lately."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A man is walking through the snow, dressed in winter clothes with a duelist's cape draped over his right arm, covering it entirely. He seems to be a noble, but the crest on his coat doesn't resemble any known house. He has many vials of herbs and alchemical components sticking out of a black satchel at his waist.
His face is pale and gaunt, with a pale blue tint and matching hair.
He makes his way inside, clearly tired but trying not to appear as such.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*-big ol yawn-
anyone on?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*that would be me*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*I be here*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*AY! sorry playin a bit of spider-man. anyone wanna rp?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I'd be up for it. I've started playing low-level characters, so it should be easier to have a meaningful interaction*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*kk, heres who ive got atm*
Theren is sitting in the cafe, tuning his guitar
Viper is drinking in the bar.
-open slot-
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A man is walking through the snow, dressed in winter clothes with a duelist's cape draped over his right arm, covering it entirely. He seems to be an aristocrat, but the crest on his coat doesn't resemble any known house. He has many vials of herbs and alchemical components sticking out of a black satchel at his waist.
His face is pale and gaunt, with a pale blue tint and matching hair. White mist flows around his ankles as he steps out of the frozen forest.
He makes his way inside, clearly tired and disoriented but trying not to appear as such.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Theren looks up from where hes tuning his guitar. "You look tired mate."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He gives a mirthless laugh. "Well, better than dead. I thought that fog was going to kill me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"Bad lungs or killer fog?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You don't know? Thank goodness. I was worried I got turned around. The killing Mists of the Domains of Dread. I made a deal which was supposed to let me go for a time."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"Huh, interesting." he says, strumming a note on his guitar
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The noble goes quiet for a minute. "That's a nice instrument."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"Thanks. It has quite a long history."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.