He blushes slightly and slides his duster back a little, revealing a radiant, angelic wingtip. "I kinda cheated... don't tell anyone, please."
*I'll come up with something in the future. Just describe what came into your head when you read my description, basically.*
“Now that’s interesting…what kinda bein are ya?”
"I used to be an angel. I'm not sure what I am now."
“Perhaps you have fallen to a form akin to Zariel, trading her divine wings for a devilish fortress. Or perhaps you have been influenced by the chaos of the Abyss, becoming a demon. Heck, even a yugoloth is possible.”
“Well, I used to be an outlaw, now I’m an owner of a bar. Although, I’m still an outlaw by technicality.” Buttons chuckles.
“By technicality my arse. By living on this ‘hog’, you are actively evading arrest and therefore still breaking the law to this day.”
“I haven’t commited any active crimes! This is a passive crime if ya ask me.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
He blushes slightly and slides his duster back a little, revealing a radiant, angelic wingtip. "I kinda cheated... don't tell anyone, please."
*I'll come up with something in the future. Just describe what came into your head when you read my description, basically.*
“Now that’s interesting…what kinda bein are ya?”
"I used to be an angel. I'm not sure what I am now."
“Perhaps you have fallen to a form akin to Zariel, trading her divine wings for a devilish fortress. Or perhaps you have been influenced by the chaos of the Abyss, becoming a demon. Heck, even a yugoloth is possible.”
“Well, I used to be an outlaw, now I’m an owner of a bar. Although, I’m still an outlaw by technicality.” Buttons chuckles.
“By technicality my arse. By living on this ‘hog’, you are actively evading arrest and therefore still breaking the law to this day.”
“I haven’t commited any active crimes! This is a passive crime if ya ask me.”
“Fine, passive crime. Crime’s still crime though.”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
*I'd be a blot upon my Texan heritage if'n I didn't come here so here I am. I've been wanting a tavern like this for ages.*
The doors swing wide and in steps a new personage. Lively blue eyes shine out from the leathery tanned face of this cowboy. A wide brimmed hat rests upon his head black haired head and a dark mustache veils his upper lip. Dusty boots thunk on the wooden floor as he lopes across the room to the bar on his long legs. A lasso is looped into his belt and it thumps against his leg with each step he takes. An observant onlooker will notice that this lanky feller doesn't seem to carry a gun.
The stranger sits down at the bar and orders a drink.
*I'd be a blot upon my Texan heritage if'n I didn't come here so here I am. I've been wanting a tavern like this for ages.*
The doors swing wide and in steps a new personage. Lively blue eyes shine out from the leathery tanned face of this cowboy. A wide brimmed hat rests upon his head black haired head and a dark mustache veils his upper lip. Dusty boots thunk on the wooden floor as he lopes across the room to the bar on his long legs. A lasso is looped into his belt and it thumps against his leg with each step he takes. An observant onlooker will notice that this lanky feller doesn't seem to carry a gun.
The stranger sits down at the bar and orders a drink.
A large shadow appears, darkening the bar for a second before the creature casting it catches up. The bartender is evidently a chubby, immaculately clean dog person with fluffy white fur and clothes covered in strange sigils (religion or arcana to identify). "What can I get for you today, friend?"
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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.
*I'd be a blot upon my Texan heritage if'n I didn't come here so here I am. I've been wanting a tavern like this for ages.*
The doors swing wide and in steps a new personage. Lively blue eyes shine out from the leathery tanned face of this cowboy. A wide brimmed hat rests upon his head black haired head and a dark mustache veils his upper lip. Dusty boots thunk on the wooden floor as he lopes across the room to the bar on his long legs. A lasso is looped into his belt and it thumps against his leg with each step he takes. An observant onlooker will notice that this lanky feller doesn't seem to carry a gun.
The stranger sits down at the bar and orders a drink.
A large shadow appears, darkening the bar for a second before the creature casting it catches up. The bartender is evidently a chubby, immaculately clean dog person with fluffy white fur and clothes covered in strange sigils (religion or arcana to identify). "What can I get for you today, friend?"
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"My throat's done been dried up by wanderin' through the deserts for a long while now. A drop o' whiskey would be mighty 'preciated."
A large shadow appears, darkening the bar for a second before the creature casting it catches up. The bartender is evidently a chubby, immaculately clean dog person with fluffy white fur and clothes covered in strange sigils (religion or arcana to identify). "What can I get for you today, friend?"
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"My throat's done been dried up by wanderin' through the deserts for a long while now. A drop o' whiskey would be mighty 'preciated."
The sigils are clearly fiendish in origin, but they don't seem to have an actual meaning in and of themselves. Reading them, they seem to be... logos for various brands? How peculiar...
The bartender nods. "Rattlesnake or regular?"
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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 large shadow appears, darkening the bar for a second before the creature casting it catches up. The bartender is evidently a chubby, immaculately clean dog person with fluffy white fur and clothes covered in strange sigils (religion or arcana to identify). "What can I get for you today, friend?"
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"My throat's done been dried up by wanderin' through the deserts for a long while now. A drop o' whiskey would be mighty 'preciated."
The sigils are clearly fiendish in origin, but they don't seem to have an actual meaning in and of themselves. Reading them, they seem to be... logos for various brands? How peculiar...
The bartender nods. "Rattlesnake or regular?"
He thinks for a second and stares at your markings, his mustache waggles in thought. "I'll have the Rattlesnake. Ain't never tried it before."
The sigils are clearly fiendish in origin, but they don't seem to have an actual meaning in and of themselves. Reading them, they seem to be... logos for various brands? How peculiar...
The bartender nods. "Rattlesnake or regular?"
He thinks for a second and stares at your markings, his mustache waggles in thought. "I'll have the Rattlesnake. Ain't never tried it before."
The chubby hellhound(?) quickly pulls up a glass and large bottle filled with amber liquid. He holds a paw over the glass and conjures some ice cubes before pouring the drink itself. He slides it over to the stranger. "Hope you enjoy."
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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.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
The sigils are clearly fiendish in origin, but they don't seem to have an actual meaning in and of themselves. Reading them, they seem to be... logos for various brands? How peculiar...
The bartender nods. "Rattlesnake or regular?"
He thinks for a second and stares at your markings, his mustache waggles in thought. "I'll have the Rattlesnake. Ain't never tried it before."
The chubby hellhound(?) quickly pulls up a glass and large bottle filled with amber liquid. He holds a paw over the glass and conjures some ice cubes before pouring the drink itself. He slides it over to the stranger. "Hope you enjoy."
He nods in thanks, blue eyes fixed on your ice summoning. "Now that's a trick. Can you summon ice at will? That'd be a mighty fine skill to have out'n the desert." He takes a sip of the whiskey.
*Hey Gradius/Carso, are you two planning to connect this to the Nexus? It’d be cool if you did, so I’d have an explanation for my character’s boat.*
*It would be cool to connect it, however a large plot point of this thread is that there isn’t much advanced technology, and the advanced technology that exists is very lore important, so I don’t know how I feel if poeple could just bring in their own technology. I’m sure we could figure something out though.*
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
The sigils are clearly fiendish in origin, but they don't seem to have an actual meaning in and of themselves. Reading them, they seem to be... logos for various brands? How peculiar...
The bartender nods. "Rattlesnake or regular?"
He thinks for a second and stares at your markings, his mustache waggles in thought. "I'll have the Rattlesnake. Ain't never tried it before."
The chubby hellhound(?) quickly pulls up a glass and large bottle filled with amber liquid. He holds a paw over the glass and conjures some ice cubes before pouring the drink itself. He slides it over to the stranger. "Hope you enjoy."
He nods in thanks, blue eyes fixed on your ice summoning. "Now that's a trick. Can you summon ice at will? That'd be a mighty fine skill to have out'n the desert." He takes a sip of the whiskey.
The whiskey has a heavy kick with some tangy after taste. There’s also a flavor that he hasn’t tasted before, probably the rattlesnake.
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
The sigils are clearly fiendish in origin, but they don't seem to have an actual meaning in and of themselves. Reading them, they seem to be... logos for various brands? How peculiar...
The bartender nods. "Rattlesnake or regular?"
He thinks for a second and stares at your markings, his mustache waggles in thought. "I'll have the Rattlesnake. Ain't never tried it before."
The chubby hellhound(?) quickly pulls up a glass and large bottle filled with amber liquid. He holds a paw over the glass and conjures some ice cubes before pouring the drink itself. He slides it over to the stranger. "Hope you enjoy."
He nods in thanks, blue eyes fixed on your ice summoning. "Now that's a trick. Can you summon ice at will? That'd be a mighty fine skill to have out'n the desert." He takes a sip of the whiskey.
It is strong. Strong as rattlesnake venom. Hopefully he doesn't have any cuts in his mouth...
"I can't do it forever, but I can make food and drink. I usually prefer to use actual food and drink, but we're running low on supplies at the moment."
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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.
Buttons is currently doing precision work on his custom made blazer-pistol (That’s the name he’s given it.) It was quite clunky when Trynx made it for him. He’s modifying it to resemble his second pistol to match his outfit.
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
He nods in thanks, blue eyes fixed on your ice summoning. "Now that's a trick. Can you summon ice at will? That'd be a mighty fine skill to have out'n the desert." He takes a sip of the whiskey.
It is strong. Strong as rattlesnake venom. Hopefully he doesn't have any cuts in his mouth...
"I can't do it forever, but I can make food and drink. I usually prefer to use actual food and drink, but we're running low on supplies at the moment."
He pauses to speak as the drink hits him and he takes it in, "That's a handy skill. Most folks are low in supplies out here. This desert ain't no land of plenty."
“I haven’t commited any active crimes! This is a passive crime if ya ask me.”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
The armored dragonborn is searching for a replacement steering wheel on his ship.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
“Hey there, partner.” Buttons strolls over, bored. “So uh, whaddaya call this thang?”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
“Whaddya mean? Ye want her name?”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
“Fine, passive crime. Crime’s still crime though.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
*Hey Gradius/Carso, are you two planning to connect this to the Nexus? It’d be cool if you did, so I’d have an explanation for my character’s boat.*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*I'd be a blot upon my Texan heritage if'n I didn't come here so here I am. I've been wanting a tavern like this for ages.*
The doors swing wide and in steps a new personage. Lively blue eyes shine out from the leathery tanned face of this cowboy. A wide brimmed hat rests upon his head black haired head and a dark mustache veils his upper lip. Dusty boots thunk on the wooden floor as he lopes across the room to the bar on his long legs. A lasso is looped into his belt and it thumps against his leg with each step he takes. An observant onlooker will notice that this lanky feller doesn't seem to carry a gun.
The stranger sits down at the bar and orders a drink.
A large shadow appears, darkening the bar for a second before the creature casting it catches up. The bartender is evidently a chubby, immaculately clean dog person with fluffy white fur and clothes covered in strange sigils (religion or arcana to identify). "What can I get for you today, friend?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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"My throat's done been dried up by wanderin' through the deserts for a long while now. A drop o' whiskey would be mighty 'preciated."
The sigils are clearly fiendish in origin, but they don't seem to have an actual meaning in and of themselves. Reading them, they seem to be... logos for various brands? How peculiar...
The bartender nods. "Rattlesnake or regular?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He thinks for a second and stares at your markings, his mustache waggles in thought. "I'll have the Rattlesnake. Ain't never tried it before."
The chubby hellhound(?) quickly pulls up a glass and large bottle filled with amber liquid. He holds a paw over the glass and conjures some ice cubes before pouring the drink itself. He slides it over to the stranger. "Hope you enjoy."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Yay people rped without me! I’m back though.*
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
He nods in thanks, blue eyes fixed on your ice summoning. "Now that's a trick. Can you summon ice at will? That'd be a mighty fine skill to have out'n the desert." He takes a sip of the whiskey.
*It would be cool to connect it, however a large plot point of this thread is that there isn’t much advanced technology, and the advanced technology that exists is very lore important, so I don’t know how I feel if poeple could just bring in their own technology. I’m sure we could figure something out though.*
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
The whiskey has a heavy kick with some tangy after taste. There’s also a flavor that he hasn’t tasted before, probably the rattlesnake.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
It is strong. Strong as rattlesnake venom. Hopefully he doesn't have any cuts in his mouth...
"I can't do it forever, but I can make food and drink. I usually prefer to use actual food and drink, but we're running low on supplies at the moment."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Buttons is currently doing precision work on his custom made blazer-pistol (That’s the name he’s given it.) It was quite clunky when Trynx made it for him. He’s modifying it to resemble his second pistol to match his outfit.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
The sentient tumbleweed is rolling around the place, exploring.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
He pauses to speak as the drink hits him and he takes it in, "That's a handy skill. Most folks are low in supplies out here. This desert ain't no land of plenty."