A large, burly man is sitting at a table. He's wearing a white shirt -- or rather what used to be a white shirt. It's completely stained with splotches of oil and dust, rather filthy and in need of a wash. It's rolled up at his sleeves to reveal heavily muscled arms colored a deep tan -- the skin shiny and blackened from burn spots. The stranger has curly black hair that is put in a messy pony tail, a stereotypical cowboy hat on top of his head. His face is rugged, nose broken and crooked from healing wrong. A strange kind of goggles are around his eyes, mechanical and whirling as his attention ks focused squarely on a large sword set on the table in front of him.
The sword itself looks like it had been cut in half from the top down, the blade opened up in two. Delicate gears wizz inside, the metal steaming and gurgling oil. He is messing with the mechanics of the strange weapon, seeming to not care when his fingers get stuck between the gears or when hot oil bounces onto his skin.
*This makes me feel like making a space marine.*
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
A large, burly man is sitting at a table. He's wearing a white shirt -- or rather what used to be a white shirt. It's completely stained with splotches of oil and dust, rather filthy and in need of a wash. It's rolled up at his sleeves to reveal heavily muscled arms colored a deep tan -- the skin shiny and blackened from burn spots. The stranger has curly black hair that is put in a messy pony tail, a stereotypical cowboy hat on top of his head. His face is rugged, nose broken and crooked from healing wrong. A strange kind of goggles are around his eyes, mechanical and whirling as his attention ks focused squarely on a large sword set on the table in front of him.
The sword itself looks like it had been cut in half from the top down, the blade opened up in two. Delicate gears wizz inside, the metal steaming and gurgling oil. He is messing with the mechanics of the strange weapon, seeming to not care when his fingers get stuck between the gears or when hot oil bounces onto his skin.
*This makes me feel like making a space marine.*
*do it*
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
A large, burly man is sitting at a table. He's wearing a white shirt -- or rather what used to be a white shirt. It's completely stained with splotches of oil and dust, rather filthy and in need of a wash. It's rolled up at his sleeves to reveal heavily muscled arms colored a deep tan -- the skin shiny and blackened from burn spots. The stranger has curly black hair that is put in a messy pony tail, a stereotypical cowboy hat on top of his head. His face is rugged, nose broken and crooked from healing wrong. A strange kind of goggles are around his eyes, mechanical and whirling as his attention ks focused squarely on a large sword set on the table in front of him.
The sword itself looks like it had been cut in half from the top down, the blade opened up in two. Delicate gears wizz inside, the metal steaming and gurgling oil. He is messing with the mechanics of the strange weapon, seeming to not care when his fingers get stuck between the gears or when hot oil bounces onto his skin.
*This makes me feel like making a space marine.*
*do it*
*But it would be insanely broken. Ohhhhh I have an idea.*
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
A large, burly man is sitting at a table. He's wearing a white shirt -- or rather what used to be a white shirt. It's completely stained with splotches of oil and dust, rather filthy and in need of a wash. It's rolled up at his sleeves to reveal heavily muscled arms colored a deep tan -- the skin shiny and blackened from burn spots. The stranger has curly black hair that is put in a messy pony tail, a stereotypical cowboy hat on top of his head. His face is rugged, nose broken and crooked from healing wrong. A strange kind of goggles are around his eyes, mechanical and whirling as his attention ks focused squarely on a large sword set on the table in front of him.
The sword itself looks like it had been cut in half from the top down, the blade opened up in two. Delicate gears wizz inside, the metal steaming and gurgling oil. He is messing with the mechanics of the strange weapon, seeming to not care when his fingers get stuck between the gears or when hot oil bounces onto his skin.
*This makes me feel like making a space marine.*
*do it*
*But it would be insanely broken. Ohhhhh I have an idea.*
*ooo*
*also feel free to...oh...idk...rp with me?/j (im going to bed now lol)*
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Silver finishes everything, leaving it on the counter and going to his room to fix up his suit after he burned it a bit. He can be heard in his room, humming his eastern tune. When he comes back down he's suit is looking slightly less pristine but still very presentable. He sits in the corner of the bar and smokes himself to sleep. The sound of gears, steam, and wind come from his unconscious form.
Buttons is sleepily cleaning all the dishes and glasses hat were used during the cow feast.
Red is STILL eating. He’s finishing the plates of anyone who is full.
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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.
Buttons is sleepily cleaning all the dishes and glasses hat were used during the cow feast.
Red is STILL eating. He’s finishing the plates of anyone who is full.
After Karthør came back with the chains earlier and took the tiefling off of Red, he came in and participated in the cow feast. He's eaten almost as much as Red has by this point.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Buttons is sleepily cleaning all the dishes and glasses hat were used during the cow feast.
Red is STILL eating. He’s finishing the plates of anyone who is full.
After Karthør came back with the chains earlier and took the tiefling off of Red, he came in and participated in the cow feast. He's eaten almost as much as Red has by this point
“Alright, tell us why that bloke was after ya.”
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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.
Buttons is sleepily cleaning all the dishes and glasses hat were used during the cow feast.
Red is STILL eating. He’s finishing the plates of anyone who is full.
After Karthør came back with the chains earlier and took the tiefling off of Red, he came in and participated in the cow feast. He's eaten almost as much as Red has by this point
“Alright, tell us why that bloke was after ya.”
He sets down the piece of rib he was about to shove in his mouth and sighs.
"Where do I start? His name's Űrimarir, an' we may or may notta been a part of a thieve's guild together. He was prolly after me fer runnin' away after accidentally turnin' the entire guild o'er to the sheriff."
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Buttons is sleepily cleaning all the dishes and glasses hat were used during the cow feast.
Red is STILL eating. He’s finishing the plates of anyone who is full.
After Karthør came back with the chains earlier and took the tiefling off of Red, he came in and participated in the cow feast. He's eaten almost as much as Red has by this point
“Alright, tell us why that bloke was after ya.”
He sets down the piece of rib he was about to shove in his mouth and sighs.
"Where do I start? His name's Űrimarir, an' we may or may notta been a part of a thieve's guild together. He was prolly after me fer runnin' away after accidentally turnin' the entire guild o'er to the sheriff."
Chip, who was also snatching up other people’s food (because he’s small and growing, but no one realizes the tiny has a HUGE appetite) overheard and muttered “woah”
Buttons is sleepily cleaning all the dishes and glasses hat were used during the cow feast.
Red is STILL eating. He’s finishing the plates of anyone who is full.
After Karthør came back with the chains earlier and took the tiefling off of Red, he came in and participated in the cow feast. He's eaten almost as much as Red has by this point
“Alright, tell us why that bloke was after ya.”
He sets down the piece of rib he was about to shove in his mouth and sighs.
"Where do I start? His name's Űrimarir, an' we may or may notta been a part of a thieve's guild together. He was prolly after me fer runnin' away after accidentally turnin' the entire guild o'er to the sheriff."
Chip, who was also snatching up other people’s food (because he’s small and growing, but no one realizes the tiny has a HUGE appetite) overheard and muttered “woah”
Kath notices Chip stealing people's food, so he looks down at his plate to make sure nothing's gone. When he sees all of his ribs and even the plate itself is gone, he lunges toward Chip and says, "C'mere ya l'il runt! Those're my ribs!"
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Buttons is sleepily cleaning all the dishes and glasses hat were used during the cow feast.
Red is STILL eating. He’s finishing the plates of anyone who is full.
After Karthør came back with the chains earlier and took the tiefling off of Red, he came in and participated in the cow feast. He's eaten almost as much as Red has by this point
“Alright, tell us why that bloke was after ya.”
He sets down the piece of rib he was about to shove in his mouth and sighs.
"Where do I start? His name's Űrimarir, an' we may or may notta been a part of a thieve's guild together. He was prolly after me fer runnin' away after accidentally turnin' the entire guild o'er to the sheriff."
Chip, who was also snatching up other people’s food (because he’s small and growing, but no one realizes the tiny has a HUGE appetite) overheard and muttered “woah”
Kath notices Chip stealing people's food, so he looks down at his plate to make sure nothing's gone. When he sees all of his ribs and even the plate itself is gone, he lunges toward Chip and says, "C'mere ya l'il runt! Those're my ribs!"
Chip is laughing and running around with the plate,
Buttons is sleepily cleaning all the dishes and glasses hat were used during the cow feast.
Red is STILL eating. He’s finishing the plates of anyone who is full.
After Karthør came back with the chains earlier and took the tiefling off of Red, he came in and participated in the cow feast. He's eaten almost as much as Red has by this point
“Alright, tell us why that bloke was after ya.”
He sets down the piece of rib he was about to shove in his mouth and sighs.
"Where do I start? His name's Űrimarir, an' we may or may notta been a part of a thieve's guild together. He was prolly after me fer runnin' away after accidentally turnin' the entire guild o'er to the sheriff."
Chip, who was also snatching up other people’s food (because he’s small and growing, but no one realizes the tiny has a HUGE appetite) overheard and muttered “woah”
Kath notices Chip stealing people's food, so he looks down at his plate to make sure nothing's gone. When he sees all of his ribs and even the plate itself is gone, he lunges toward Chip and says, "C'mere ya l'il runt! Those're my ribs!"
Chip is laughing and running around with the plate,
Karthør sighs and rolls his eyes, then, his voice sounding strangely commanding yet inviting at the same time, he says one word.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Buttons is sleepily cleaning all the dishes and glasses hat were used during the cow feast.
Red is STILL eating. He’s finishing the plates of anyone who is full.
After Karthør came back with the chains earlier and took the tiefling off of Red, he came in and participated in the cow feast. He's eaten almost as much as Red has by this point
“Alright, tell us why that bloke was after ya.”
He sets down the piece of rib he was about to shove in his mouth and sighs.
"Where do I start? His name's Űrimarir, an' we may or may notta been a part of a thieve's guild together. He was prolly after me fer runnin' away after accidentally turnin' the entire guild o'er to the sheriff."
Chip, who was also snatching up other people’s food (because he’s small and growing, but no one realizes the tiny has a HUGE appetite) overheard and muttered “woah”
Kath notices Chip stealing people's food, so he looks down at his plate to make sure nothing's gone. When he sees all of his ribs and even the plate itself is gone, he lunges toward Chip and says, "C'mere ya l'il runt! Those're my ribs!"
Chip is laughing and running around with the plate,
Karthør sighs and rolls his, then, his voice sounding strangely commanding yet inviting at the same time, he says one word.
Buttons is sleepily cleaning all the dishes and glasses hat were used during the cow feast.
Red is STILL eating. He’s finishing the plates of anyone who is full.
After Karthør came back with the chains earlier and took the tiefling off of Red, he came in and participated in the cow feast. He's eaten almost as much as Red has by this point
“Alright, tell us why that bloke was after ya.”
He sets down the piece of rib he was about to shove in his mouth and sighs.
"Where do I start? His name's Űrimarir, an' we may or may notta been a part of a thieve's guild together. He was prolly after me fer runnin' away after accidentally turnin' the entire guild o'er to the sheriff."
Chip, who was also snatching up other people’s food (because he’s small and growing, but no one realizes the tiny has a HUGE appetite) overheard and muttered “woah”
Kath notices Chip stealing people's food, so he looks down at his plate to make sure nothing's gone. When he sees all of his ribs and even the plate itself is gone, he lunges toward Chip and says, "C'mere ya l'il runt! Those're my ribs!"
Chip is laughing and running around with the plate,
Karthør sighs and rolls his eyes, then, his voice sounding strangely commanding yet inviting at the same time, he says one word.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Buttons is sleepily cleaning all the dishes and glasses hat were used during the cow feast.
Red is STILL eating. He’s finishing the plates of anyone who is full.
After Karthør came back with the chains earlier and took the tiefling off of Red, he came in and participated in the cow feast. He's eaten almost as much as Red has by this point
“Alright, tell us why that bloke was after ya.”
He sets down the piece of rib he was about to shove in his mouth and sighs.
"Where do I start? His name's Űrimarir, an' we may or may notta been a part of a thieve's guild together. He was prolly after me fer runnin' away after accidentally turnin' the entire guild o'er to the sheriff."
Chip, who was also snatching up other people’s food (because he’s small and growing, but no one realizes the tiny has a HUGE appetite) overheard and muttered “woah”
Kath notices Chip stealing people's food, so he looks down at his plate to make sure nothing's gone. When he sees all of his ribs and even the plate itself is gone, he lunges toward Chip and says, "C'mere ya l'il runt! Those're my ribs!"
Chip is laughing and running around with the plate,
Karthør sighs and rolls his eyes, then, his voice sounding strangely commanding yet inviting at the same time, he says one word.
Silver wakes up the next day and gets back to work, paying back Buttons for wrecking his suit. He is in the kitchen humming Binks’s Brew to himself and preparing his utensils. He is a broad grin on his face as he finishes the brisket and puts it on the counter.
*The cult war has pushed down all the rp threads 😰*
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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 cult war has pushed down all the rp threads 😰*
*sorri :[*
*Nah it’s good. Wanna rp? I like Rain and Michael lol. Wait what’s their ship name??*
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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.
TRON LIVES
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*This makes me feel like making a space marine.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*do it*
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
*But it would be insanely broken. Ohhhhh I have an idea.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*ooo*
*also feel free to...oh...idk...rp with me?/j (im going to bed now lol)*
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
Buttons is sleepily cleaning all the dishes and glasses hat were used during the cow feast.
Red is STILL eating. He’s finishing the plates of anyone who is full.
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
After Karthør came back with the chains earlier and took the tiefling off of Red, he came in and participated in the cow feast. He's eaten almost as much as Red has by this point.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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“Alright, tell us why that bloke was after ya.”
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 sets down the piece of rib he was about to shove in his mouth and sighs.
"Where do I start? His name's Űrimarir, an' we may or may notta been a part of a thieve's guild together. He was prolly after me fer runnin' away after accidentally turnin' the entire guild o'er to the sheriff."
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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Chip, who was also snatching up other people’s food (because he’s small and growing, but no one realizes the tiny has a HUGE appetite) overheard and muttered “woah”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
Kath notices Chip stealing people's food, so he looks down at his plate to make sure nothing's gone. When he sees all of his ribs and even the plate itself is gone, he lunges toward Chip and says, "C'mere ya l'il runt! Those're my ribs!"
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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Chip is laughing and running around with the plate,
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
Karthør sighs and rolls his eyes, then, his voice sounding strangely commanding yet inviting at the same time, he says one word.
"Halt."
(He cast Command.)
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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Chip stopped and then pouted a bit
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
Kath walks over and retrieves his plate.
"Sorry little fella, but these are mine. If ya still want some, how 'bout ya go ask Buttons if there's still any left?"
He ends Command, so Chip is free to move again.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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“Ok!” He then runs off to get more meat
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
Silver wakes up the next day and gets back to work, paying back Buttons for wrecking his suit. He is in the kitchen humming Binks’s Brew to himself and preparing his utensils. He is a broad grin on his face as he finishes the brisket and puts it on the counter.
*The cult war has pushed down all the rp threads 😰*
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
*sorri :[*
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*Nah it’s good. Wanna rp? I like Rain and Michael lol. Wait what’s their ship name??*
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