The troopers are doing their rounds, patrolling with AT-ST's. AT-AT's wait in their docs, the pilots sitting inside.
Lance is sitting in the woods, cradling a severely burned owlbears head.
-new character-
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
*E X C U S E M E W H A T?*
*I'm fine now.*
*S T I L L.*
*Yeah i know i know.*
*why havent you seen a nurse or doctor yet??*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The troopers are doing their rounds, patrolling with AT-ST's. AT-AT's wait in their docs, the pilots sitting inside.
Lance is sitting in the woods, cradling a severely burned owlbears head.
-new character-
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
*E X C U S E M E W H A T?*
*I'm fine now.*
*S T I L L.*
*Yeah i know i know.*
*why havent you seen a nurse or doctor yet??*
*it wasn't severe or anythin. Just a few dots. Its happened before.*
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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.
The troopers are doing their rounds, patrolling with AT-ST's. AT-AT's wait in their docs, the pilots sitting inside.
Lance is sitting in the woods, cradling a severely burned owlbears head.
-new character-
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
*E X C U S E M E W H A T?*
*I'm fine now.*
*S T I L L.*
*Yeah i know i know.*
*why havent you seen a nurse or doctor yet??*
*it wasn't severe or anythin. Just a few dots. Its happened before.*
*[SHAKES]*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The troopers are doing their rounds, patrolling with AT-ST's. AT-AT's wait in their docs, the pilots sitting inside.
Lance is sitting in the woods, cradling a severely burned owlbears head.
-new character-
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
*E X C U S E M E W H A T?*
*I'm fine now.*
*S T I L L.*
*Yeah i know i know.*
*why havent you seen a nurse or doctor yet??*
*it wasn't severe or anythin. Just a few dots. Its happened before.*
*[SHAKES]*
*Please stop. I'm fine. Probably just tore something in my throat.*
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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.
The troopers are doing their rounds, patrolling with AT-ST's. AT-AT's wait in their docs, the pilots sitting inside.
Lance is sitting in the woods, cradling a severely burned owlbears head.
-new character-
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
*E X C U S E M E W H A T?*
*I'm fine now.*
*S T I L L.*
*Yeah i know i know.*
*why havent you seen a nurse or doctor yet??*
*it wasn't severe or anythin. Just a few dots. Its happened before.*
*[SHAKES]*
*Please stop. I'm fine. Probably just tore something in my throat.*
*I know. But I am very worried.*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The troopers are doing their rounds, patrolling with AT-ST's. AT-AT's wait in their docs, the pilots sitting inside.
Lance is sitting in the woods, cradling a severely burned owlbears head.
-new character-
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
*E X C U S E M E W H A T?*
*I'm fine now.*
*S T I L L.*
*Yeah i know i know.*
*why havent you seen a nurse or doctor yet??*
*it wasn't severe or anythin. Just a few dots. Its happened before.*
*[SHAKES]*
*Please stop. I'm fine. Probably just tore something in my throat.*
*I know. But I am very worried.*
*I know. But i swear im fine. -hugs- *
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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.
The troopers are doing their rounds, patrolling with AT-ST's. AT-AT's wait in their docs, the pilots sitting inside.
Lance is sitting in the woods, cradling a severely burned owlbears head.
-new character-
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
*E X C U S E M E W H A T?*
*I'm fine now.*
*S T I L L.*
*Yeah i know i know.*
*why havent you seen a nurse or doctor yet??*
*it wasn't severe or anythin. Just a few dots. Its happened before.*
*[SHAKES]*
*Please stop. I'm fine. Probably just tore something in my throat.*
*I know. But I am very worried.*
*I know. But i swear im fine. -hugs- *
*[-sighs-] okay.*
*Well, here are my characters.*
Richard was seated in the Sith's chair once again. He had donned a black dress shirt that hugged his broad shoulders, a gold-colored tie that complemented his glowing eyes, and a white suit jacket with golden lapels. He appeared to be lost in deep contemplation, gazing up at the intricate ceiling above him. It was clear that he was deep in thought, perhaps pondering the events that had led him to that moment, or maybe strategizing his next move. He bites on his bottom lip while raising a hand in the air, seeming to reach out for the ceiling.
Xan is staring at a deep slash on his wrist, watching blood stream out with a look of fascination. His golden eyes glow as he watches the rivets of crimson streak down his pale skin.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The troopers are doing their rounds, patrolling with AT-ST's. AT-AT's wait in their docs, the pilots sitting inside.
Lance is sitting in the woods, cradling a severely burned owlbears head.
-new character-
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
*E X C U S E M E W H A T?*
*I'm fine now.*
*S T I L L.*
*Yeah i know i know.*
*why havent you seen a nurse or doctor yet??*
*it wasn't severe or anythin. Just a few dots. Its happened before.*
*[SHAKES]*
*Please stop. I'm fine. Probably just tore something in my throat.*
*I know. But I am very worried.*
*I know. But i swear im fine. -hugs- *
*[-sighs-] okay.*
*Well, here are my characters.*
Richard was seated in the Sith's chair once again. He had donned a black dress shirt that hugged his broad shoulders, a gold-colored tie that complemented his glowing eyes, and a white suit jacket with golden lapels. He appeared to be lost in deep contemplation, gazing up at the intricate ceiling above him. It was clear that he was deep in thought, perhaps pondering the events that had led him to that moment, or maybe strategizing his next move. He bites on his bottom lip while raising a hand in the air, seeming to reach out for the ceiling.
Xan is staring at a deep slash on his wrist, watching blood stream out with a look of fascination. His golden eyes glow as he watches the rivets of crimson streak down his pale skin.
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
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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.
The troopers are doing their rounds, patrolling with AT-ST's. AT-AT's wait in their docs, the pilots sitting inside.
Lance is sitting in the woods, cradling a severely burned owlbears head.
-new character-
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
*E X C U S E M E W H A T?*
*I'm fine now.*
*S T I L L.*
*Yeah i know i know.*
*why havent you seen a nurse or doctor yet??*
*it wasn't severe or anythin. Just a few dots. Its happened before.*
*[SHAKES]*
*Please stop. I'm fine. Probably just tore something in my throat.*
*I know. But I am very worried.*
*I know. But i swear im fine. -hugs- *
*[-sighs-] okay.*
*Well, here are my characters.*
Richard was seated in the Sith's chair once again. He had donned a black dress shirt that hugged his broad shoulders, a gold-colored tie that complemented his glowing eyes, and a white suit jacket with golden lapels. He appeared to be lost in deep contemplation, gazing up at the intricate ceiling above him. It was clear that he was deep in thought, perhaps pondering the events that had led him to that moment, or maybe strategizing his next move. He bites on his bottom lip while raising a hand in the air, seeming to reach out for the ceiling.
Xan is staring at a deep slash on his wrist, watching blood stream out with a look of fascination. His golden eyes glow as he watches the rivets of crimson streak down his pale skin.
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
Xan watches and tilts his head, no fascinated by whatever this is, running through the woods like its life depended on it. He follows after.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
Xan watches and tilts his head, no fascinated by whatever this is, running through the woods like its life depended on it. He follows after.
The young man slips through a puddle of mud and lands on the ground, hard. There is a mechanical hum as a bulbous, dark creature, with many appendages such as spikes, shears, and rods. It seems to move in a forward roll with spikes to grab onto the earth.
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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 young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
Xan watches and tilts his head, no fascinated by whatever this is, running through the woods like its life depended on it. He follows after.
The young man slips through a puddle of mud and lands on the ground, hard. There is a mechanical hum as a bulbous, dark creature, with many appendages such as spikes, shears, and rods. It seems to move in a forward roll with spikes to grab onto the earth.
Xan just sits there, watching in amusement.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
Xan watches and tilts his head, no fascinated by whatever this is, running through the woods like its life depended on it. He follows after.
The young man slips through a puddle of mud and lands on the ground, hard. There is a mechanical hum as a bulbous, dark creature, with many appendages such as spikes, shears, and rods. It seems to move in a forward roll with spikes to grab onto the earth.
Xan just sits there, watching in amusement.
The young man yanks his makeshift spear off of his back, holding it steady, fear in his eyes.
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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.
The troopers are doing their rounds, patrolling with AT-ST's. AT-AT's wait in their docs, the pilots sitting inside.
Lance is sitting in the woods, cradling a severely burned owlbears head.
-new character-
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made from a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
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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 young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
Xan watches and tilts his head, no fascinated by whatever this is, running through the woods like its life depended on it. He follows after.
The young man slips through a puddle of mud and lands on the ground, hard. There is a mechanical hum as a bulbous, dark creature, with many appendages such as spikes, shears, and rods. It seems to move in a forward roll with spikes to grab onto the earth.
Xan just sits there, watching in amusement.
The young man yanks his makeshift spear off of his back, holding it steady, fear in his eyes.
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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.
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*why havent you seen a nurse or doctor yet??*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*it wasn't severe or anythin. Just a few dots. Its happened before.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*[SHAKES]*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Please stop. I'm fine. Probably just tore something in my throat.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I know. But I am very worried.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I know. But i swear im fine. -hugs- *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*[-sighs-] okay.*
*Well, here are my characters.*
Richard was seated in the Sith's chair once again. He had donned a black dress shirt that hugged his broad shoulders, a gold-colored tie that complemented his glowing eyes, and a white suit jacket with golden lapels. He appeared to be lost in deep contemplation, gazing up at the intricate ceiling above him. It was clear that he was deep in thought, perhaps pondering the events that had led him to that moment, or maybe strategizing his next move. He bites on his bottom lip while raising a hand in the air, seeming to reach out for the ceiling.
Xan is staring at a deep slash on his wrist, watching blood stream out with a look of fascination. His golden eyes glow as he watches the rivets of crimson streak down his pale skin.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Xan watches and tilts his head, no fascinated by whatever this is, running through the woods like its life depended on it. He follows after.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The young man slips through a puddle of mud and lands on the ground, hard. There is a mechanical hum as a bulbous, dark creature, with many appendages such as spikes, shears, and rods. It seems to move in a forward roll with spikes to grab onto the earth.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Xan just sits there, watching in amusement.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The young man yanks his makeshift spear off of his back, holding it steady, fear in his eyes.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Morning all!*
*Morning! Heres who i have character wise*
The troopers are doing their rounds, patrolling with AT-ST's. AT-AT's wait in their docs, the pilots sitting inside.
Lance is sitting in the woods, cradling a severely burned owlbears head.
-new character-
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made from a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(Almost fainted in my computer class :D )
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
*gtg for a little bit. be back in 40-45 min ish*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*IM BACK :D*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Yayyyy!!!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*[R2D2 HAPPY SCREECH]*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.