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 was going to make brownies today but I am probably sick :< )
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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
*Not sure how to intro this character, and he still needs some development, especially in the description department, but here goes...*
An ogre-sized ferret man is walking down the road toward the inn. He wears expensive white clothes and equipment, including a tall, wide-brimmed top hat, a light apron that matches his leather long coat, and a massive wooden box on his back. He also has a strange dog made out of cake following him. It looks like it is powdered with sugar and drizzled with black syrup, and it has an armored harness reading "Service dog roll; pet at your leisure." Flies buzz around the ferret as he smokes his pipe, an ivory-and-silver object that he could easily use as a cane if he wanted to. He blows light grey smoke into the air, causing the flies to swarm back into the box and go quiet. He sets it down in an empty space and takes the top off, carefully pulling out a smaller box and continuing toward the tavern.
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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.
*Not sure how to intro this character, and he still needs some development, especially in the description department, but here goes...*
An ogre-sized ferret man is walking down the road toward the inn. He wears expensive white clothes and equipment, including a tall, wide-brimmed top hat, a light apron that matches his leather long coat, and a massive wooden box on his back. He also has a strange dog made out of cake following him. It looks like it is powdered with sugar and drizzled with black syrup, and it has an armored harness reading "Service dog roll; pet at your leisure." Flies buzz around the ferret as he smokes his pipe, an ivory-and-silver object that he could easily use as a cane if he wanted to. He blows light grey smoke into the air, causing the flies to swarm back into the box and go quiet. He sets it down in an empty space and takes the top off, carefully pulling out a smaller box and continuing toward the tavern.
*Baalz, you still on? wanna RP?* or anyone else for that matter. I am very bored*
*Not sure how to intro this character, and he still needs some development, especially in the description department, but here goes...*
An ogre-sized ferret man is walking down the road toward the inn. He wears expensive white clothes and equipment, including a tall, wide-brimmed top hat, a light apron that matches his leather long coat, and a massive wooden box on his back. He also has a strange dog made out of cake following him. It looks like it is powdered with sugar and drizzled with black syrup, and it has an armored harness reading "Service dog roll; pet at your leisure." Flies buzz around the ferret as he smokes his pipe, an ivory-and-silver object that he could easily use as a cane if he wanted to. He blows light grey smoke into the air, causing the flies to swarm back into the box and go quiet. He sets it down in an empty space and takes the top off, carefully pulling out a smaller box and continuing toward the tavern.
*Baalz, you still on? wanna RP?*
*Yes and yes!*
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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 handsome teenage boy with brown skin, emerald eyes, & curly hair approaches the ferret man "You are certainly an interesting fellow, aren't you? what is your name?" he asks in a queens english accent
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Hi, I'm Raccoon_Master, a young genderfluid actor, writer, explorer, and bass vocalist. Pronouns They/Them/Theirs
My Characters:Brorminthe Devout Crusher; Ellorathe Romantic Rookie
A handsome teenage boy with brown skin, emerald eyes, & curly hair approaches the ferret man "You are certainly an interesting fellow, aren't you? what is your name?" he asks in a queens english accent
"Pluche. Pluche Grism. Would you like some spice cake?" He opens the box in his hands, revealing an ornately decorated spice cake. The smells of the expensive ingredients are intense, like it's been marinading in honey in a fancy tea shop. Not just your classic cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, and ginger, no. There are spices here much rarer than that. "I don't travel away from home often, so I like to bring some sweets with me to keep myself upbeat."
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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 handsome teenage boy with brown skin, emerald eyes, & curly hair approaches the ferret man "You are certainly an interesting fellow, aren't you? what is your name?" he asks in a queens english accent
"Pluche. Pluche Grism. Would you like some spice cake?" He opens the box in his hands, revealing an ornately decorated spice cake. The smells of the expensive ingredients are intense, like it's been marinading in honey in a fancy tea shop. Not just your classic cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, and ginger, no. There are spices here much rarer than that. "I don't travel away from home often, so I like to bring some sweets with me to keep myself upbeat."
"Well, Pluche, that cake smells utterly delightful. I would most appreciate some. Where is your home?"
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Hi, I'm Raccoon_Master, a young genderfluid actor, writer, explorer, and bass vocalist. Pronouns They/Them/Theirs
My Characters:Brorminthe Devout Crusher; Ellorathe Romantic Rookie
A handsome teenage boy with brown skin, emerald eyes, & curly hair approaches the ferret man "You are certainly an interesting fellow, aren't you? what is your name?" he asks in a queens english accent
"Pluche. Pluche Grism. Would you like some spice cake?" He opens the box in his hands, revealing an ornately decorated spice cake. The smells of the expensive ingredients are intense, like it's been marinading in honey in a fancy tea shop. Not just your classic cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, and ginger, no. There are spices here much rarer than that. "I don't travel away from home often, so I like to bring some sweets with me to keep myself upbeat."
"Well, Pluche, that cake smells utterly delightful. I would most appreciate some. Where is your home?"
The ferret-ogre puts away his pipe and pulls out a cake server and a wooden plate. "A long way from here. A country called Greyland, filled with all sorts of amazing herbs and spices. Tis the birthplace of the flykeeper trade, and of my guild, the Gadflours." He deftly serves a medium-sized slice of cake and offers it to the boy, smiling. The boy can now see that Pluche is wearing a blindfold under his tophat.
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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.
The boy takes the cake, and takes a bite. "well, in thanks for your generosity, how about we head to the tavern and I'll buy you a drink. I've found most people enjoy a drink after hard travel." he says, mouth full of cake. "wow. this stuff is so good!"
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Hi, I'm Raccoon_Master, a young genderfluid actor, writer, explorer, and bass vocalist. Pronouns They/Them/Theirs
My Characters:Brorminthe Devout Crusher; Ellorathe Romantic Rookie
The boy takes the cake, and takes a bite. "well, in thanks for your generosity, how about we head to the tavern and I'll buy you a drink. I've found most people enjoy a drink after hard travel." he says, mouth full of cake. "wow. this stuff is so good!"
"I should hope so. If my artisanry doesn't hold up here, I may be forced to get another manual labor job. I hope the drinks are good here. I've been spoiled by my guild a long time ago. They have this spiced flymead... lordy, I salivate at the thought."
His paw moves to a flask at his side, which he takes a swig from. "You don't have to buy me a drink if you don't want to, but I appreciate the offer greatly."
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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.
The boy takes the cake, and takes a bite. "well, in thanks for your generosity, how about we head to the tavern and I'll buy you a drink. I've found most people enjoy a drink after hard travel." he says, mouth full of cake. "wow. this stuff is so good!"
"I should hope so. If my artisanry doesn't hold up here, I may be forced to get another manual labor job. I hope the drinks are good here. I've been spoiled by my guild a long time ago. They have this spiced flymead... lordy, I salivate at the thought."
His paw moves to a flask at his side, which he takes a swig from. "You don't have to buy me a drink if you don't want to, but I appreciate the offer greatly."
The boy leads the Ferret man to the tavern and sits at the bar. "I insist on buying you a drink. in exchange, tell me of your homeland. it sounds utterly scintillating"
"I should hope so. If my artisanry doesn't hold up here, I may be forced to get another manual labor job. I hope the drinks are good here. I've been spoiled by my guild a long time ago. They have this spiced flymead... lordy, I salivate at the thought."
His paw moves to a flask at his side, which he takes a swig from. "You don't have to buy me a drink if you don't want to, but I appreciate the offer greatly."
The boy leads the Ferret man to the tavern and sits at the bar. "I insist on buying you a drink. in exchange, tell me of your homeland. it sounds utterly scintillating"
Pluche grins. "You'd pay to listen to someone talk about Greyland? While I won't turn you down, you must have never heard of the place." He sits down beside the boy.
"It's awful. The worst place on the Sovereign's Green Earth. We have some of the most advanced technologies and magical practices, not to mention plenty of natural resources, but the land is hostile toward us to the extreme. The spices are poisonous, and I lost my sight when trying to train some new Gadflours in the proper grinding and mixing techniques. The honey is produced by carnivorous flies, which have a preference for humanoid flesh and don't always wait for their victims to die before raising them as walking hives. The clouds are the color of rust from magical pollution, the church values control over healing and support, and the government wants people to keep fighting against the land until they reach some absurd end goal like 'taming the land.' That's not even mentioning the wrathful shadow god who reigns supreme over there."
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(good morning)
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
(hi!)
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
(I was going to make brownies today but I am probably sick :< )
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
*Mnnnn. I'm so tired and I have a headache. I'm on break right now :(*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*hug*
psychopath ^-^
*Danke*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*anytime*
psychopath ^-^
*open chars?*
psychopath ^-^
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Baalz, you still on? wanna RP?* or anyone else for that matter. I am very bored*
Hi, I'm Raccoon_Master, a young genderfluid actor, writer, explorer, and bass vocalist. Pronouns They/Them/Theirs
My Characters: Brormin the Devout Crusher; Ellora the Romantic Rookie
Check out my EXTENDED SIGNATUR (hasn't been updated in forever, fyi) and don’t forget to join the Anything but the OGL 2.0 Thread!
"I don't make sense to you, and I don't make sense to myself. Maybe the only one I make sense to is God" ~ Me, trying to sound smart
*Yes and yes!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A handsome teenage boy with brown skin, emerald eyes, & curly hair approaches the ferret man "You are certainly an interesting fellow, aren't you? what is your name?" he asks in a queens english accent
Hi, I'm Raccoon_Master, a young genderfluid actor, writer, explorer, and bass vocalist. Pronouns They/Them/Theirs
My Characters: Brormin the Devout Crusher; Ellora the Romantic Rookie
Check out my EXTENDED SIGNATUR (hasn't been updated in forever, fyi) and don’t forget to join the Anything but the OGL 2.0 Thread!
"I don't make sense to you, and I don't make sense to myself. Maybe the only one I make sense to is God" ~ Me, trying to sound smart
"Pluche. Pluche Grism. Would you like some spice cake?" He opens the box in his hands, revealing an ornately decorated spice cake. The smells of the expensive ingredients are intense, like it's been marinading in honey in a fancy tea shop. Not just your classic cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, and ginger, no. There are spices here much rarer than that. "I don't travel away from home often, so I like to bring some sweets with me to keep myself upbeat."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well, Pluche, that cake smells utterly delightful. I would most appreciate some. Where is your home?"
Hi, I'm Raccoon_Master, a young genderfluid actor, writer, explorer, and bass vocalist. Pronouns They/Them/Theirs
My Characters: Brormin the Devout Crusher; Ellora the Romantic Rookie
Check out my EXTENDED SIGNATUR (hasn't been updated in forever, fyi) and don’t forget to join the Anything but the OGL 2.0 Thread!
"I don't make sense to you, and I don't make sense to myself. Maybe the only one I make sense to is God" ~ Me, trying to sound smart
The ferret-ogre puts away his pipe and pulls out a cake server and a wooden plate. "A long way from here. A country called Greyland, filled with all sorts of amazing herbs and spices. Tis the birthplace of the flykeeper trade, and of my guild, the Gadflours." He deftly serves a medium-sized slice of cake and offers it to the boy, smiling. The boy can now see that Pluche is wearing a blindfold under his tophat.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The boy takes the cake, and takes a bite. "well, in thanks for your generosity, how about we head to the tavern and I'll buy you a drink. I've found most people enjoy a drink after hard travel." he says, mouth full of cake. "wow. this stuff is so good!"
Hi, I'm Raccoon_Master, a young genderfluid actor, writer, explorer, and bass vocalist. Pronouns They/Them/Theirs
My Characters: Brormin the Devout Crusher; Ellora the Romantic Rookie
Check out my EXTENDED SIGNATUR (hasn't been updated in forever, fyi) and don’t forget to join the Anything but the OGL 2.0 Thread!
"I don't make sense to you, and I don't make sense to myself. Maybe the only one I make sense to is God" ~ Me, trying to sound smart
"I should hope so. If my artisanry doesn't hold up here, I may be forced to get another manual labor job. I hope the drinks are good here. I've been spoiled by my guild a long time ago. They have this spiced flymead... lordy, I salivate at the thought."
His paw moves to a flask at his side, which he takes a swig from. "You don't have to buy me a drink if you don't want to, but I appreciate the offer greatly."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The boy leads the Ferret man to the tavern and sits at the bar. "I insist on buying you a drink. in exchange, tell me of your homeland. it sounds utterly scintillating"
Hi, I'm Raccoon_Master, a young genderfluid actor, writer, explorer, and bass vocalist. Pronouns They/Them/Theirs
My Characters: Brormin the Devout Crusher; Ellora the Romantic Rookie
Check out my EXTENDED SIGNATUR (hasn't been updated in forever, fyi) and don’t forget to join the Anything but the OGL 2.0 Thread!
"I don't make sense to you, and I don't make sense to myself. Maybe the only one I make sense to is God" ~ Me, trying to sound smart
*GTG*
Hi, I'm Raccoon_Master, a young genderfluid actor, writer, explorer, and bass vocalist. Pronouns They/Them/Theirs
My Characters: Brormin the Devout Crusher; Ellora the Romantic Rookie
Check out my EXTENDED SIGNATUR (hasn't been updated in forever, fyi) and don’t forget to join the Anything but the OGL 2.0 Thread!
"I don't make sense to you, and I don't make sense to myself. Maybe the only one I make sense to is God" ~ Me, trying to sound smart
Pluche grins. "You'd pay to listen to someone talk about Greyland? While I won't turn you down, you must have never heard of the place." He sits down beside the boy.
"It's awful. The worst place on the Sovereign's Green Earth. We have some of the most advanced technologies and magical practices, not to mention plenty of natural resources, but the land is hostile toward us to the extreme. The spices are poisonous, and I lost my sight when trying to train some new Gadflours in the proper grinding and mixing techniques. The honey is produced by carnivorous flies, which have a preference for humanoid flesh and don't always wait for their victims to die before raising them as walking hives. The clouds are the color of rust from magical pollution, the church values control over healing and support, and the government wants people to keep fighting against the land until they reach some absurd end goal like 'taming the land.' That's not even mentioning the wrathful shadow god who reigns supreme over there."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.