In the heart of the meadow, amidst a sea of wildflowers dancing with the gentle breeze, there stands a solitary figure, awe-inspiring in both stature and mystery. An imposing presence at a towering eight feet, this enigmatic being is clad in resplendent full plate armor, a testament to craftsmanship and artistry intertwined. The metallic surface is not merely a shield, but a canvas adorned with intricately engraved roses, their delicate petals etched into the cold steel, creating a stark yet mesmerizing contrast between strength and beauty. For years uncounted, this colossal figure has maintained a silent vigil, seated in stoic repose within the vibrant embrace of the meadow. The flowers, ever blooming and wilting in the natural rhythm of seasons, seem to pay homage to the imposing guardian that shares their sacred space. His armor, once gleaming and radiant, now bears the weathered patina of time, a testament to the enduring nature of both the protector and the field that cradles him. In one hand, he clutches a colossal great sword, a weapon of unimaginable proportions yet wielded with the grace of a seasoned warrior. The hilt itself, a masterpiece of craftsmanship, echoes the motif of the roses engraved on the armor, creating a seamless fusion of strength and elegance. It is a blade that has seen battles unspoken, standing as a silent witness to the passage of time.
*just a quick re-post*
*anyone interested?*
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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.
In the heart of the meadow, amidst a sea of wildflowers dancing with the gentle breeze, there stands a solitary figure, awe-inspiring in both stature and mystery. An imposing presence at a towering eight feet, this enigmatic being is clad in resplendent full plate armor, a testament to craftsmanship and artistry intertwined. The metallic surface is not merely a shield, but a canvas adorned with intricately engraved roses, their delicate petals etched into the cold steel, creating a stark yet mesmerizing contrast between strength and beauty. For years uncounted, this colossal figure has maintained a silent vigil, seated in stoic repose within the vibrant embrace of the meadow. The flowers, ever blooming and wilting in the natural rhythm of seasons, seem to pay homage to the imposing guardian that shares their sacred space. His armor, once gleaming and radiant, now bears the weathered patina of time, a testament to the enduring nature of both the protector and the field that cradles him. In one hand, he clutches a colossal great sword, a weapon of unimaginable proportions yet wielded with the grace of a seasoned warrior. The hilt itself, a masterpiece of craftsmanship, echoes the motif of the roses engraved on the armor, creating a seamless fusion of strength and elegance. It is a blade that has seen battles unspoken, standing as a silent witness to the passage of time.
*just a quick re-post*
*anyone interested?*
*sure, I got openings* (I might bring in some old characters, idk)
Abigail walks up to the statue curiously, looking at the bronze figure
In the heart of the meadow, amidst a sea of wildflowers dancing with the gentle breeze, there stands a solitary figure, awe-inspiring in both stature and mystery. An imposing presence at a towering eight feet, this enigmatic being is clad in resplendent full plate armor, a testament to craftsmanship and artistry intertwined. The metallic surface is not merely a shield, but a canvas adorned with intricately engraved roses, their delicate petals etched into the cold steel, creating a stark yet mesmerizing contrast between strength and beauty. For years uncounted, this colossal figure has maintained a silent vigil, seated in stoic repose within the vibrant embrace of the meadow. The flowers, ever blooming and wilting in the natural rhythm of seasons, seem to pay homage to the imposing guardian that shares their sacred space. His armor, once gleaming and radiant, now bears the weathered patina of time, a testament to the enduring nature of both the protector and the field that cradles him. In one hand, he clutches a colossal great sword, a weapon of unimaginable proportions yet wielded with the grace of a seasoned warrior. The hilt itself, a masterpiece of craftsmanship, echoes the motif of the roses engraved on the armor, creating a seamless fusion of strength and elegance. It is a blade that has seen battles unspoken, standing as a silent witness to the passage of time.
*just a quick re-post*
*anyone interested?*
*sure, I got openings* (I might bring in some old characters, idk)
Abigail walks up to the statue curiously, looking at the bronze figure
There is a creak as the arms move and the eyeholes blaze with a silver light
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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.
In the heart of the meadow, amidst a sea of wildflowers dancing with the gentle breeze, there stands a solitary figure, awe-inspiring in both stature and mystery. An imposing presence at a towering eight feet, this enigmatic being is clad in resplendent full plate armor, a testament to craftsmanship and artistry intertwined. The metallic surface is not merely a shield, but a canvas adorned with intricately engraved roses, their delicate petals etched into the cold steel, creating a stark yet mesmerizing contrast between strength and beauty. For years uncounted, this colossal figure has maintained a silent vigil, seated in stoic repose within the vibrant embrace of the meadow. The flowers, ever blooming and wilting in the natural rhythm of seasons, seem to pay homage to the imposing guardian that shares their sacred space. His armor, once gleaming and radiant, now bears the weathered patina of time, a testament to the enduring nature of both the protector and the field that cradles him. In one hand, he clutches a colossal great sword, a weapon of unimaginable proportions yet wielded with the grace of a seasoned warrior. The hilt itself, a masterpiece of craftsmanship, echoes the motif of the roses engraved on the armor, creating a seamless fusion of strength and elegance. It is a blade that has seen battles unspoken, standing as a silent witness to the passage of time.
*just a quick re-post*
*anyone interested?*
*sure, I got openings* (I might bring in some old characters, idk)
Abigail walks up to the statue curiously, looking at the bronze figure
There is a creak as the arms move and the eyeholes blaze with a silver light
In the heart of the meadow, amidst a sea of wildflowers dancing with the gentle breeze, there stands a solitary figure, awe-inspiring in both stature and mystery. An imposing presence at a towering eight feet, this enigmatic being is clad in resplendent full plate armor, a testament to craftsmanship and artistry intertwined. The metallic surface is not merely a shield, but a canvas adorned with intricately engraved roses, their delicate petals etched into the cold steel, creating a stark yet mesmerizing contrast between strength and beauty. For years uncounted, this colossal figure has maintained a silent vigil, seated in stoic repose within the vibrant embrace of the meadow. The flowers, ever blooming and wilting in the natural rhythm of seasons, seem to pay homage to the imposing guardian that shares their sacred space. His armor, once gleaming and radiant, now bears the weathered patina of time, a testament to the enduring nature of both the protector and the field that cradles him. In one hand, he clutches a colossal great sword, a weapon of unimaginable proportions yet wielded with the grace of a seasoned warrior. The hilt itself, a masterpiece of craftsmanship, echoes the motif of the roses engraved on the armor, creating a seamless fusion of strength and elegance. It is a blade that has seen battles unspoken, standing as a silent witness to the passage of time.
*just a quick re-post*
*anyone interested?*
*sure, I got openings* (I might bring in some old characters, idk)
Abigail walks up to the statue curiously, looking at the bronze figure
There is a creak as the arms move and the eyeholes blaze with a silver light
She flinches back, "What the-
He looks around and then looks at Abigail. He then signs, "Where am I?"
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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.
In the heart of the meadow, amidst a sea of wildflowers dancing with the gentle breeze, there stands a solitary figure, awe-inspiring in both stature and mystery. An imposing presence at a towering eight feet, this enigmatic being is clad in resplendent full plate armor, a testament to craftsmanship and artistry intertwined. The metallic surface is not merely a shield, but a canvas adorned with intricately engraved roses, their delicate petals etched into the cold steel, creating a stark yet mesmerizing contrast between strength and beauty. For years uncounted, this colossal figure has maintained a silent vigil, seated in stoic repose within the vibrant embrace of the meadow. The flowers, ever blooming and wilting in the natural rhythm of seasons, seem to pay homage to the imposing guardian that shares their sacred space. His armor, once gleaming and radiant, now bears the weathered patina of time, a testament to the enduring nature of both the protector and the field that cradles him. In one hand, he clutches a colossal great sword, a weapon of unimaginable proportions yet wielded with the grace of a seasoned warrior. The hilt itself, a masterpiece of craftsmanship, echoes the motif of the roses engraved on the armor, creating a seamless fusion of strength and elegance. It is a blade that has seen battles unspoken, standing as a silent witness to the passage of time.
*just a quick re-post*
*anyone interested?*
*sure, I got openings* (I might bring in some old characters, idk)
Abigail walks up to the statue curiously, looking at the bronze figure
There is a creak as the arms move and the eyeholes blaze with a silver light
She flinches back, "What the-
He looks around and then looks at Abigail. He then signs, "Where am I?"
In the heart of the meadow, amidst a sea of wildflowers dancing with the gentle breeze, there stands a solitary figure, awe-inspiring in both stature and mystery. An imposing presence at a towering eight feet, this enigmatic being is clad in resplendent full plate armor, a testament to craftsmanship and artistry intertwined. The metallic surface is not merely a shield, but a canvas adorned with intricately engraved roses, their delicate petals etched into the cold steel, creating a stark yet mesmerizing contrast between strength and beauty. For years uncounted, this colossal figure has maintained a silent vigil, seated in stoic repose within the vibrant embrace of the meadow. The flowers, ever blooming and wilting in the natural rhythm of seasons, seem to pay homage to the imposing guardian that shares their sacred space. His armor, once gleaming and radiant, now bears the weathered patina of time, a testament to the enduring nature of both the protector and the field that cradles him. In one hand, he clutches a colossal great sword, a weapon of unimaginable proportions yet wielded with the grace of a seasoned warrior. The hilt itself, a masterpiece of craftsmanship, echoes the motif of the roses engraved on the armor, creating a seamless fusion of strength and elegance. It is a blade that has seen battles unspoken, standing as a silent witness to the passage of time.
*just a quick re-post*
*anyone interested?*
*sure, I got openings* (I might bring in some old characters, idk)
Abigail walks up to the statue curiously, looking at the bronze figure
There is a creak as the arms move and the eyeholes blaze with a silver light
She flinches back, "What the-
He looks around and then looks at Abigail. He then signs, "Where am I?"
"In... in a forest." She says, "Or meadow."
"Ah..." he looks around again. "I have been called back...I have no idea why.. Are you in need of a protector?"
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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.
(Fair enougj)
The squirrels body sits there as other corrupted critter move about the ground and treees
Theren starts to back up
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A couple screech ar him as they pass, not a natural sound for these creatures
"Oh hells no..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Most don't notice him, but others screech and hiss
Theren phases through a tree and goes back to the tavern
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*hehe*
psychopath ^-^
A couple smack into the tree, clawing at it before losing interest
*anyone interested?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*sure, I got openings* (I might bring in some old characters, idk)
Abigail walks up to the statue curiously, looking at the bronze figure
There is a creak as the arms move and the eyeholes blaze with a silver light
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She flinches back, "What the-
He looks around and then looks at Abigail. He then signs, "Where am I?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"In... in a forest." She says, "Or meadow."
"Ah..." he looks around again. "I have been called back...I have no idea why.. Are you in need of a protector?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*open chars?*
psychopath ^-^
Yelena is in the tavern still eating a bowl of noodles.
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
'hey! Still eating those? Or did ya order more?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*OPEN CHARACTERS FOR PEOPLE TO INTERACT WITH >:b!*
Tez is currently at his studio painting up a storm of Art.
Bubbles is work shopping material for standup comedy
ID:0 is growing Their Bonsai tree on their Arm.
Verth is walking around the city Twirling his War-Hammer while singing.
Lore, Lore, and More! That's what I'm about!
PM me if you wish for some lore on a person or place!
'Hey there! Nice jokes'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.