Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
Silver is playing the harmonica while he works in the kitchen, playing some blues for anyone willing to listen as he cooks up masterpiece dishes. He is wearing his black suit and using the whistling noise from his foot to add to the music. *Because I remade his character sheet things are a bit different, I tried though.*
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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 man walks in, wearing a black suit, jacket, and hat. One ivory-handled colt revolver is at his side. He's got a very serious, professional feel about him, but he seems friendly enough. He also looks fairly wealthy.
As he walks up to the bar, he walks a bit stiffly, as if in slight pain. He surveys the room with soft brown eyes.
Basically. Uh. Western John Wick, who can literally summon guns from different dimensions and timelines at will. Name's Coulter.
*Here's my character from a while back*
He sees a red skinned tiefling sitting at the bar, surrounded by at least five bottles of whiskey. He has two revolvers sitting in holsters on his hips, as well as a pair of long, curved knives in sheaths on his thighs. He wears a black cowboy hat, knee-high boots, a bandana that covers his mouth, and a black overcoat. Under the overcoat is a decent looking shirt and a pair of nice pants. Instead of normal pupils, his eyes have small, flickering flames at their centers.
*that's sweet*
Coulter notices the tiefling, sees he's alone, and decides to make a potential friend. Hasn't had one in ages.
He limps lightly over and sits on a chair backwards, leaning into the chair back and stretching out an open hand. "Name's Coulter. Who're you?"
The tiefling returns the handshake. Coulter notices he has a very strong grip. "Name's Karthør. Karthør Addenōn. What brings ya to these parts?"
"Work. And not the most respectable line of work. I'm a hitman, with morals... at least that's how I like to describe myself. It's all I'm really good at, unfortunately." He says this to you like it used to be more secret, but by now he's given up hiding what he is.
"A hitman? Good fer you. I myself am an outlaw. Used ta be part o' a group of tieflin's blessed with the power o' magic. Although 'blessed' may be a stretch. Say, if yer a hitman, who're ya here ta assassinate?"
He seems interested in this, backstories and the like. "Oh, nobody specifically yet. I like to learn as much as possible about targets before I carry out the work. Say, what kind of magic? I've got a similar situation with myself as well."
"Sorcery. And if ya even try ta shoot me, you'll have a hole in yer head faster than ya can say 'shoot'." He puts a hand on one of his revolvers.
"Mm makes sense then. Don't worry, I have no reason to right now. I appreciate the warning though." He smiles tiredly.
"Could I ask, keeping in mind that yer an outlaw, are you the good kind? Ya know? 'Cause if so, do ya happen to have any supa dupa evil enemies I could take out? I've been itching to put my abilities to good use."
"Good?" He chuckles. "Nope. I'm bad to the bone, pardner. Wanted almost everywhere I've ever gone." He pulls a revolver out of its holster, grabs an empty bottle from behind the bar, tosses it into the air, and shoots it. It shatters, sending glass raining everywhere. He waves his hand, and the glass turns into rattlesnakes. They slither out the door and are gone.
He sighs. "Roger that. Cool snake trick, too."
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A man walks in, wearing a black suit, jacket, and hat. One ivory-handled colt revolver is at his side. He's got a very serious, professional feel about him, but he seems friendly enough. He also looks fairly wealthy.
As he walks up to the bar, he walks a bit stiffly, as if in slight pain. He surveys the room with soft brown eyes.
Basically. Uh. Western John Wick, who can literally summon guns from different dimensions and timelines at will. Name's Coulter.
*Here's my character from a while back*
He sees a red skinned tiefling sitting at the bar, surrounded by at least five bottles of whiskey. He has two revolvers sitting in holsters on his hips, as well as a pair of long, curved knives in sheaths on his thighs. He wears a black cowboy hat, knee-high boots, a bandana that covers his mouth, and a black overcoat. Under the overcoat is a decent looking shirt and a pair of nice pants. Instead of normal pupils, his eyes have small, flickering flames at their centers.
*that's sweet*
Coulter notices the tiefling, sees he's alone, and decides to make a potential friend. Hasn't had one in ages.
He limps lightly over and sits on a chair backwards, leaning into the chair back and stretching out an open hand. "Name's Coulter. Who're you?"
The tiefling returns the handshake. Coulter notices he has a very strong grip. "Name's Karthør. Karthør Addenōn. What brings ya to these parts?"
"Work. And not the most respectable line of work. I'm a hitman, with morals... at least that's how I like to describe myself. It's all I'm really good at, unfortunately." He says this to you like it used to be more secret, but by now he's given up hiding what he is.
"A hitman? Good fer you. I myself am an outlaw. Used ta be part o' a group of tieflin's blessed with the power o' magic. Although 'blessed' may be a stretch. Say, if yer a hitman, who're ya here ta assassinate?"
He seems interested in this, backstories and the like. "Oh, nobody specifically yet. I like to learn as much as possible about targets before I carry out the work. Say, what kind of magic? I've got a similar situation with myself as well."
"Sorcery. And if ya even try ta shoot me, you'll have a hole in yer head faster than ya can say 'shoot'." He puts a hand on one of his revolvers.
"Mm makes sense then. Don't worry, I have no reason to right now. I appreciate the warning though." He smiles tiredly.
"Could I ask, keeping in mind that yer an outlaw, are you the good kind? Ya know? 'Cause if so, do ya happen to have any supa dupa evil enemies I could take out? I've been itching to put my abilities to good use."
"Good?" He chuckles. "Nope. I'm bad to the bone, pardner. Wanted almost everywhere I've ever gone." He pulls a revolver out of its holster, grabs an empty bottle from behind the bar, tosses it into the air, and shoots it. It shatters, sending glass raining everywhere. He waves his hand, and the glass turns into rattlesnakes. They slither out the door and are gone.
He sighs. "Roger that. Cool snake trick, too."
"Thank ya kindly." He puts his pistol back in its holster.
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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.
Silver is playing the harmonica while he works in the kitchen, playing some blues for anyone willing to listen as he cooks up masterpiece dishes. He is wearing his black suit and using the whistling noise from his foot to add to the music. *Because I remade his character sheet things are a bit different, I tried though.*
*I need to remember what I actually had planned for the story from where we are*
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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.
Silver is playing the harmonica while he works in the kitchen, playing some blues for anyone willing to listen as he cooks up masterpiece dishes. He is wearing his black suit and using the whistling noise from his foot to add to the music. *Because I remade his character sheet things are a bit different, I tried though.*
Coulter hears the music, enjoying the nostalgic sound of the harmonica contently. He tries to discern any specific dishes using his sense of smell alone, curious.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
"Thank ya kindly." He puts his pistol back in its holster.
Small smile from Coulter, and he nods. "Want a drink?"
"I've already got that covered." He shows Coulter the five empty bottles of whiskey arranged in front of him.
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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.
Silver is playing the harmonica while he works in the kitchen, playing some blues for anyone willing to listen as he cooks up masterpiece dishes. He is wearing his black suit and using the whistling noise from his foot to add to the music. *Because I remade his character sheet things are a bit different, I tried though.*
Coulter hears the music, enjoying the nostalgic sound of the harmonica contently. He tries to discern any specific dishes using his sense of smell alone, curious.
The smells are foreign but it all smells like home, it’s something you wouldn’t expect from any bar but Silver manages it, he places a dish in front of Coulter, it smells incredible.
Silver is playing the harmonica while he works in the kitchen, playing some blues for anyone willing to listen as he cooks up masterpiece dishes. He is wearing his black suit and using the whistling noise from his foot to add to the music. *Because I remade his character sheet things are a bit different, I tried though.*
Coulter hears the music, enjoying the nostalgic sound of the harmonica contently. He tries to discern any specific dishes using his sense of smell alone, curious.
The smells are foreign but it all smells like home, it’s something you wouldn’t expect from any bar but Silver manages it, he places a dish in front of Coulter, it smells incredible.
"Now you, sir, have quite'a talent. I could use a hot meal after my travels... how much for say, a chicken pot pie?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
Silver is playing the harmonica while he works in the kitchen, playing some blues for anyone willing to listen as he cooks up masterpiece dishes. He is wearing his black suit and using the whistling noise from his foot to add to the music. *Because I remade his character sheet things are a bit different, I tried though.*
Coulter hears the music, enjoying the nostalgic sound of the harmonica contently. He tries to discern any specific dishes using his sense of smell alone, curious.
The smells are foreign but it all smells like home, it’s something you wouldn’t expect from any bar but Silver manages it, he places a dish in front of Coulter, it smells incredible.
"Now you, sir, have quite'a talent. I could use a hot meal after my travels... how much for say, a chicken pot pie?"
His harmonica shifts to a mouth "Thank ya kindly stranger. You'd have to take up prices with Buttons, considerin' he owns the place. We ain't got much chicken, but I can work a substitute if ya don't mind it."
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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.
"Thank ya kindly." He puts his pistol back in its holster.
Small smile from Coulter, and he nods. "Want a drink?"
"I've already got that covered." He shows Coulter the five empty bottles of whiskey arranged in front of him.
He chuckles. "Kinda why I asked, actually. Thought you'd like more, but suit yourself."
"Say, would you like a drink?", he asks with a smile on his face.
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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.
Silver is playing the harmonica while he works in the kitchen, playing some blues for anyone willing to listen as he cooks up masterpiece dishes. He is wearing his black suit and using the whistling noise from his foot to add to the music. *Because I remade his character sheet things are a bit different, I tried though.*
Coulter hears the music, enjoying the nostalgic sound of the harmonica contently. He tries to discern any specific dishes using his sense of smell alone, curious.
The smells are foreign but it all smells like home, it’s something you wouldn’t expect from any bar but Silver manages it, he places a dish in front of Coulter, it smells incredible.
"Now you, sir, have quite'a talent. I could use a hot meal after my travels... how much for say, a chicken pot pie?"
His harmonica shifts to a mouth "Thank ya kindly stranger. You'd have to take up prices with Buttons, considerin' he owns the place. We ain't got much chicken, but I can work a substitute if ya don't mind it."
"I don't mind at all, thank you. I'll look around for Buttons again."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
Silver is playing the harmonica while he works in the kitchen, playing some blues for anyone willing to listen as he cooks up masterpiece dishes. He is wearing his black suit and using the whistling noise from his foot to add to the music. *Because I remade his character sheet things are a bit different, I tried though.*
Coulter hears the music, enjoying the nostalgic sound of the harmonica contently. He tries to discern any specific dishes using his sense of smell alone, curious.
The smells are foreign but it all smells like home, it’s something you wouldn’t expect from any bar but Silver manages it, he places a dish in front of Coulter, it smells incredible.
"Now you, sir, have quite'a talent. I could use a hot meal after my travels... how much for say, a chicken pot pie?"
His harmonica shifts to a mouth "Thank ya kindly stranger. You'd have to take up prices with Buttons, considerin' he owns the place. We ain't got much chicken, but I can work a substitute if ya don't mind it."
"I don't mind at all, thank you. I'll look around for Buttons again."
“I’ll get to that then.” He steps back into the kitchen, the music starting back up again as he works.
*I might come back here. Maybe.*
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
Silver is playing the harmonica while he works in the kitchen, playing some blues for anyone willing to listen as he cooks up masterpiece dishes. He is wearing his black suit and using the whistling noise from his foot to add to the music. *Because I remade his character sheet things are a bit different, I tried though.*
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
He sighs. "Roger that. Cool snake trick, too."
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"Thank ya kindly." He puts his pistol back in its holster.
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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*I need to remember what I actually had planned for the story from where we are*
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
*You planned to have us go into a Plateau dome to see giant robot Whitebeard, at least that’s what I know.*
Small smile from Coulter, and he nods. "Want a drink?"
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Coulter hears the music, enjoying the nostalgic sound of the harmonica contently. He tries to discern any specific dishes using his sense of smell alone, curious.
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"I've already got that covered." He shows Coulter the five empty bottles of whiskey arranged in front of him.
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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The smells are foreign but it all smells like home, it’s something you wouldn’t expect from any bar but Silver manages it, he places a dish in front of Coulter, it smells incredible.
He chuckles. "Kinda why I asked, actually. Thought you'd like more, but suit yourself."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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"Now you, sir, have quite'a talent. I could use a hot meal after my travels... how much for say, a chicken pot pie?"
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His harmonica shifts to a mouth "Thank ya kindly stranger. You'd have to take up prices with Buttons, considerin' he owns the place. We ain't got much chicken, but I can work a substitute if ya don't mind it."
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
"Say, would you like a drink?", he asks with a smile on his face.
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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"I don't mind at all, thank you. I'll look around for Buttons again."
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His eyes narrow a bit. "The way ya said it got me way more interested than I should be.. but sure, mister."
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“I’ll get to that then.” He steps back into the kitchen, the music starting back up again as he works.
"Much obliged!" He calls out as Silver enters the kitchen.
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After about a half hour Silver walks out of the kitchen holding a steaming pot pie. He places it in front of them “Any drink to go with that?”