A stag horned Tiefling enters amazed by the dazzle of the theatre followed by a short, even by gnome standards, and pale gnome who doesn’t look like he wants to be hear, and a black haired female human with intricately patterned tattoos all over their body. She speaks in an energetic yet calm voice,“You sure they’re hiring, Cerberus?”
From the darkness of the corner of the theater, two eyes glint towards the party. One blue, the other orange.
The gnome is the first to notice, and immediately summons a blood axe. “WHAT’S THERE?!?!”
The person speaks, but their voice is a whisper in the gnome’s head. Nothin but a jester.
“WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT?!?! GET OUT OF THE SHADOW!”
“Calm down you idiot. Who are you talking too?” Replies the girl.
The figure moves out of the shadows. He is a young boy with messy black hair and a deathly pale face. One of his eyes is bright blue, the other is neon orange. Underneath his blue eye is a painted tear drop. He’s dressed in a maroon and purple jester outfit, minus the hat. He’s floating upside down in the air. “There, happy now?” He speaks with an Italian accent.
The gnome growls, then in a forced calm voice,“hardly.”
The girl walks over and reaches to shake his hand, revealing more tattoos on it. “I’m Kasha. You?”
The boy cackles. “Don’t shake my hand unless I tell ya that you want to.” He puts his hands behind his back and flips right side up. “I’m Casey.”
“Rude, but ok. My friend… (turns around) Where did Cerberus go?”
gnome: “He said he’d go exploring.” In the same tone.
“It ain’t rude, shaking my hand could go badly for ya.” Casey’s blue eye flashes briefly.
“What if I wore a glove? Either way, Cerberus, wherever he is, said that you guys might be hiring?”
“I’m sure Mikey’s always happy for a helping hand.” His eye glows again.
“Great. Where is Mikey?” The gnome grumbles angrily in the background.
The dhampir deftly leaps from his hammock, but upon landing on the stage, collapses in pain again. He stands up gingerly and walks away, looking agonized.
Valentine runs up to him and tries to support him. "Are you okay?"
“Indeed…” he says in a deep voice with an implacable South European accent. “I… I am merely afflicted with a grievous malady… one that is uncurable…”
*i predict you’re gonna hate my response to your response to my response to your response to this*
"Oh. I'm sorry then. Is there anything I can do to help?"
“Nay… for the disease I carry, though not contagious, may never leave me…”
"I meant do you want to sit down?"
“Oh yeah, chairs. I forgot about those.” He sounds a lot less dramatic suddenly and sits down quickly.
"Better now?"
“Yes… you know what? Let me be clear with you. I am not afflicted with anything in reality. I was planning to execute a masterful joke through the usage of mondegreens and deception that would have left you very angry with my response. And this is because I feed off of anger, frustration, and irritation. Thusly, I have harnessed holy powers to become the most powerful trickster of them all. But you were helpful, and that ruined the joke. And yet, I can’t be mad at you for helping, so I don’t know what my point is.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A violin starts playing the tune, pitch perfectly.
Gregor's hyphae start feeling around for the source as the band picks up.
The stag horned Tiefling steps out from behind a curtain, carrying a violin made from still living plant matter. They give a friendly wave before breaking into sign language.
“The tune’s catchy”
A pair of hands coalesce out of the normally invisible mycelium.
"My ASL old bad. Understand... but communicate hard... you music good... later communicate together? My communicate sound?"
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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 violin starts playing the tune, pitch perfectly.
Gregor's hyphae start feeling around for the source as the band picks up.
The stag horned Tiefling steps out from behind a curtain, carrying a violin made from still living plant matter. They give a friendly wave before breaking into sign language.
“The tune’s catchy”
A pair of hands coalesce out of the normally invisible mycelium.
"My ASL old bad. Understand... but communicate hard... you music good... later communicate together? My communicate sound?"
The Tiefling does a small laugh before continuing.
“Not the best, but good enough. I’ll talk later. Where do you go to sign up?”
A pair of hands coalesce out of the normally invisible mycelium.
"My ASL old bad. Understand... but communicate hard... you music good... later communicate together? My communicate sound?"
The Tiefling does a small laugh before continuing.
“Not the best, but good enough. I’ll talk later. Where do you go to sign up?”
The hands disappear and an illustration of a cartoon dog in a suit appears with the word Michelangelo beside it. It disappears and the words "You'll know him when you see him" appear in writing.
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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 pair of hands coalesce out of the normally invisible mycelium.
"My ASL old bad. Understand... but communicate hard... you music good... later communicate together? My communicate sound?"
The Tiefling does a small laugh before continuing.
“Not the best, but good enough. I’ll talk later. Where do you go to sign up?”
The hands disappear and an illustration of a cartoon dog in a suit appears with the word Michelangelo beside it. It disappears and the words "You'll know him when you see him" appear in writing.
A stag horned Tiefling enters amazed by the dazzle of the theatre followed by a short, even by gnome standards, and pale gnome who doesn’t look like he wants to be hear, and a black haired female human with intricately patterned tattoos all over their body. She speaks in an energetic yet calm voice,“You sure they’re hiring, Cerberus?”
Michaelangelo appears and bows "Howdy and welcome to the Traveling Theatre! Pleasure to meet ya. I'm Michaelangelo, the owner." He extends a paw.
*oops. Didn’t see this.*
The Tiefling smiles and gives a bow, followed by the human girl, who is reluctantly followed by the gnome, still in a foul mood. The girl is the first to speak. “Hello. I am Kasha, the Tiefling is named Cerberus, and our grumpy friend is Ternikus. We heard that you may be hiring?”
A pair of hands coalesce out of the normally invisible mycelium.
"My ASL old bad. Understand... but communicate hard... you music good... later communicate together? My communicate sound?"
The Tiefling does a small laugh before continuing.
“Not the best, but good enough. I’ll talk later. Where do you go to sign up?”
The hands disappear and an illustration of a cartoon dog in a suit appears with the word Michelangelo beside it. It disappears and the words "You'll know him when you see him" appear in writing.
He gives a thumbs up
“Thanks. Whatever your name is. I’m Cerberus.”
As soon as the song ends, a spindly, emaciated figure completely covered in tight, black wrappings, a blank baby-like mask (that covers only his upper face despite being a full mask), an open, sleeveless duster, and ill-fitting jeans backflips to him, striking a sprawling three-point landing. Cerberus can hear the conductor's bones clatter against the floor, and again as he drags his boots against the wood to somewhat awkwardly stand up straight. His movements are fluid, but still somehow unnatural.
"Gregor the Faminous. Absolutely charmed to meet you, Cerberus! What swinging music you play!"
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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 tall figure steps forward, looking around with a look of heavy distaste on his face, like he had just swallowed a lime. His hair is a strange color, like a dark lavender with a slight touch of red. Shoulder length and spiky, three golden pens on either side hold up his hair in pigtails, his remaining hair curling upwards at the base of his neck. His eyes are thin and slanted, red tinted iris looking lazily about the space. His outfit can hardly fall short of dramatic, his top resembling that of a shortly cut shirt with embroidered gold designs and wide shoulders. Underneath he wears a black turtle neck that hugs his skin tightly, his neck muscles visible from beneath. A long flowing half cape is tied about his waist — a blue that seems to stand out, despite the dim lighting. With strong arms and a smooth yet hardened face, he could not be more different from the hovering golden creature next to him.
The creature is small — glowing hair spiked upwards, completely dismissing the rules of gravity. Large eyes with electric blue pupils dart around, shifting and changing forms to match whatever he is looking at. A halo floats above his head, buzzing and bobbing. A white cloth is wrapped around his body, a brown belt with a gold circle stuck to the side. On each of his shoulders sits light armor that seems to not even touch his skin. His forearms are wrapped tightly with leather armor too, seeming more for show than for actual defense. He has two wings behind him that flap rather excessively, tiny compared to his body.
“I think it’s stupid,” the floating creature says, his voice sounding nasally.
“You think everything is stupid,” the man replies.
A pair of hands coalesce out of the normally invisible mycelium.
"My ASL old bad. Understand... but communicate hard... you music good... later communicate together? My communicate sound?"
The Tiefling does a small laugh before continuing.
“Not the best, but good enough. I’ll talk later. Where do you go to sign up?”
The hands disappear and an illustration of a cartoon dog in a suit appears with the word Michelangelo beside it. It disappears and the words "You'll know him when you see him" appear in writing.
He gives a thumbs up
“Thanks. Whatever your name is. I’m Cerberus.”
As soon as the song ends, a spindly, emaciated figure completely covered in tight, black wrappings, a blank baby-like mask (that covers only his upper face despite being a full mask), an open, sleeveless duster, and ill-fitting jeans backflips to him, striking a sprawling three-point landing. Cerberus can hear the conductor's bones clatter against the floor, and again as he drags his boots against the wood to somewhat awkwardly stand up straight. His movements are fluid, but still somehow unnatural.
"Gregor the Faminous. Absolutely charmed to meet you, Cerberus! What swinging music you play!"
Cerberus smiles and reaches to shake their bony hand.
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.
A tall figure steps forward, looking around with a look of heavy distaste on his face, like he had just swallowed a lime. His hair is a strange color, like a dark lavender with a slight touch of red. Shoulder length and spiky, three golden pens on either side hold up his hair in pigtails, his remaining hair curling upwards at the base of his neck. His eyes are thin and slanted, red tinted iris looking lazily about the space. His outfit can hardly fall short of dramatic, his top resembling that of a shortly cut shirt with embroidered gold designs and wide shoulders. Underneath he wears a black turtle neck that hugs his skin tightly, his neck muscles visible from beneath. A long flowing half cape is tied about his waste — a blue that seems to stand out, despite the dim lighting. With strong arms and a smooth yet hardened face, he could not be more different from the hovering golden creature next to him.
The creature is small — glowing hair spiked upwards, completely dismissing the rules of gravity. Large eyes with electric blue pupils dart around, shifting and changing forms to match whatever he is looking at. A halo floats above his head, buzzing and bobbing. A white cloth is wrapped around his body, a brown belt with a gold circle stuck to the side. On each of his shoulders sits light armor that seems to not even touch his skin. His forearms are wrapped tightly with leather armor too, seeming more for show than for actual defense. He has two wings behind him that flap rather excessively, tiny compared to his body.
“I think it’s stupid,” the floating creature says, his voice sounding nasally.
“You think everything is stupid,” the man replies.
As soon as the song ends, a spindly, emaciated figure completely covered in tight, black wrappings, a blank baby-like mask (that covers only his upper face despite being a full mask), an open, sleeveless duster, and ill-fitting jeans backflips to him, striking a sprawling three-point landing. Cerberus can hear the conductor's bones clatter against the floor, and again as he drags his boots against the wood to somewhat awkwardly stand up straight. His movements are fluid, but still somehow unnatural.
"Gregor the Faminous. Absolutely charmed to meet you, Cerberus! What swinging music you play!"
Cerberus smiles and reaches to shake their bony hand.
The tall monster places his brittle-feeling hand into the tiefling's, pumping it twice with a tremendous amount of force for just a handshake.
"Wonderful, wonderful!" The figure's pitch-black eyes look to the organic violin. "Oh, my! Incredible! Another wielder of the biological arts! How simply exquisite!"
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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 tall figure steps forward, looking around with a look of heavy distaste on his face, like he had just swallowed a lime. His hair is a strange color, like a dark lavender with a slight touch of red. Shoulder length and spiky, three golden pens on either side hold up his hair in pigtails, his remaining hair curling upwards at the base of his neck. His eyes are thin and slanted, red tinted iris looking lazily about the space. His outfit can hardly fall short of dramatic, his top resembling that of a shortly cut shirt with embroidered gold designs and wide shoulders. Underneath he wears a black turtle neck that hugs his skin tightly, his neck muscles visible from beneath. A long flowing half cape is tied about his waste — a blue that seems to stand out, despite the dim lighting. With strong arms and a smooth yet hardened face, he could not be more different from the hovering golden creature next to him.
The creature is small — glowing hair spiked upwards, completely dismissing the rules of gravity. Large eyes with electric blue pupils dart around, shifting and changing forms to match whatever he is looking at. A halo floats above his head, buzzing and bobbing. A white cloth is wrapped around his body, a brown belt with a gold circle stuck to the side. On each of his shoulders sits light armor that seems to not even touch his skin. His forearms are wrapped tightly with leather armor too, seeming more for show than for actual defense. He has two wings behind him that flap rather excessively, tiny compared to his body.
“I think it’s stupid,” the floating creature says, his voice sounding nasally.
“You think everything is stupid,” the man replies.
*I’d rp, but my characters are busy*
*This looks so cool! I gotta bring Gregor to interact once he's free!*
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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.
As soon as the song ends, a spindly, emaciated figure completely covered in tight, black wrappings, a blank baby-like mask (that covers only his upper face despite being a full mask), an open, sleeveless duster, and ill-fitting jeans backflips to him, striking a sprawling three-point landing. Cerberus can hear the conductor's bones clatter against the floor, and again as he drags his boots against the wood to somewhat awkwardly stand up straight. His movements are fluid, but still somehow unnatural.
"Gregor the Faminous. Absolutely charmed to meet you, Cerberus! What swinging music you play!"
Cerberus smiles and reaches to shake their bony hand.
The tall monster places his brittle-feeling hand into the tiefling's, pumping it twice with a tremendous amount of force for just a handshake.
"Wonderful, wonderful!" The figure's pitch-black eyes look to the organic violin. "Oh, my! Incredible! Another wielder of the biological arts! How simply exquisite!"
Cerberus looks to it and throws it in the air, where it shrinks to a single seed, which he catches.
A tall figure steps forward, looking around with a look of heavy distaste on his face, like he had just swallowed a lime. His hair is a strange color, like a dark lavender with a slight touch of red. Shoulder length and spiky, three golden pens on either side hold up his hair in pigtails, his remaining hair curling upwards at the base of his neck. His eyes are thin and slanted, red tinted iris looking lazily about the space. His outfit can hardly fall short of dramatic, his top resembling that of a shortly cut shirt with embroidered gold designs and wide shoulders. Underneath he wears a black turtle neck that hugs his skin tightly, his neck muscles visible from beneath. A long flowing half cape is tied about his waste — a blue that seems to stand out, despite the dim lighting. With strong arms and a smooth yet hardened face, he could not be more different from the hovering golden creature next to him.
The creature is small — glowing hair spiked upwards, completely dismissing the rules of gravity. Large eyes with electric blue pupils dart around, shifting and changing forms to match whatever he is looking at. A halo floats above his head, buzzing and bobbing. A white cloth is wrapped around his body, a brown belt with a gold circle stuck to the side. On each of his shoulders sits light armor that seems to not even touch his skin. His forearms are wrapped tightly with leather armor too, seeming more for show than for actual defense. He has two wings behind him that flap rather excessively, tiny compared to his body.
“I think it’s stupid,” the floating creature says, his voice sounding nasally.
“You think everything is stupid,” the man replies.
Michaelangelo appears and waves "Hello there! Pleasure to meet you. I am Michaelangelo, the owner of this Theatre!" He smiles.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The tall monster places his brittle-feeling hand into the tiefling's, pumping it twice with a tremendous amount of force for just a handshake.
"Wonderful, wonderful!" The figure's pitch-black eyes look to the organic violin. "Oh, my! Incredible! Another wielder of the biological arts! How simply exquisite!"
Cerberus looks to it and throws it in the air, where it shrinks to a single seed, which he catches.
“Thanks. Do you want a performance?”
Gregor grins, revealing his many, crooked teeth in the too-wide mouth below his mask. "Oh, I wouldn't want to wear out a future star! You are incredible, but I want to wait until you're settled in before I start calling shots!"
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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 tall figure steps forward, looking around with a look of heavy distaste on his face, like he had just swallowed a lime. His hair is a strange color, like a dark lavender with a slight touch of red. Shoulder length and spiky, three golden pens on either side hold up his hair in pigtails, his remaining hair curling upwards at the base of his neck. His eyes are thin and slanted, red tinted iris looking lazily about the space. His outfit can hardly fall short of dramatic, his top resembling that of a shortly cut shirt with embroidered gold designs and wide shoulders. Underneath he wears a black turtle neck that hugs his skin tightly, his neck muscles visible from beneath. A long flowing half cape is tied about his waste — a blue that seems to stand out, despite the dim lighting. With strong arms and a smooth yet hardened face, he could not be more different from the hovering golden creature next to him.
The creature is small — glowing hair spiked upwards, completely dismissing the rules of gravity. Large eyes with electric blue pupils dart around, shifting and changing forms to match whatever he is looking at. A halo floats above his head, buzzing and bobbing. A white cloth is wrapped around his body, a brown belt with a gold circle stuck to the side. On each of his shoulders sits light armor that seems to not even touch his skin. His forearms are wrapped tightly with leather armor too, seeming more for show than for actual defense. He has two wings behind him that flap rather excessively, tiny compared to his body.
“I think it’s stupid,” the floating creature says, his voice sounding nasally.
“You think everything is stupid,” the man replies.
Michaelangelo appears and waves "Hello there! Pleasure to meet you. I am Michaelangelo, the owner of this Theatre!" He smiles.
The tall man gives a forced smile. “Ah, pleasure to meet you…I guess.” He eyes michaelangelo for a moment before continuing “You can call me King. Or Sire. Or any other form of royal nobility.”
The floating creature gives a loud cackle “Hah! Don’t be fooled by him, he’s just embarrassed by his name. His name is Raphael, and be sure to call him that. It makes him angry.”
“Great. Where is Mikey?” The gnome grumbles angrily in the background.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Yes… you know what? Let me be clear with you. I am not afflicted with anything in reality. I was planning to execute a masterful joke through the usage of mondegreens and deception that would have left you very angry with my response. And this is because I feed off of anger, frustration, and irritation. Thusly, I have harnessed holy powers to become the most powerful trickster of them all. But you were helpful, and that ruined the joke. And yet, I can’t be mad at you for helping, so I don’t know what my point is.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A pair of hands coalesce out of the normally invisible mycelium.
"My ASL old bad. Understand... but communicate hard... you music good... later communicate together? My communicate sound?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Tiefling does a small laugh before continuing.
“Not the best, but good enough. I’ll talk later. Where do you go to sign up?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The hands disappear and an illustration of a cartoon dog in a suit appears with the word Michelangelo beside it. It disappears and the words "You'll know him when you see him" appear in writing.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He gives a thumbs up
“Thanks. Whatever your name is. I’m Cerberus.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*oops. Didn’t see this.*
The Tiefling smiles and gives a bow, followed by the human girl, who is reluctantly followed by the gnome, still in a foul mood. The girl is the first to speak. “Hello. I am Kasha, the Tiefling is named Cerberus, and our grumpy friend is Ternikus. We heard that you may be hiring?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
As soon as the song ends, a spindly, emaciated figure completely covered in tight, black wrappings, a blank baby-like mask (that covers only his upper face despite being a full mask), an open, sleeveless duster, and ill-fitting jeans backflips to him, striking a sprawling three-point landing. Cerberus can hear the conductor's bones clatter against the floor, and again as he drags his boots against the wood to somewhat awkwardly stand up straight. His movements are fluid, but still somehow unnatural.
"Gregor the Faminous. Absolutely charmed to meet you, Cerberus! What swinging music you play!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Favorite instrument: ukulele
“Well this is…cute.”
A tall figure steps forward, looking around with a look of heavy distaste on his face, like he had just swallowed a lime. His hair is a strange color, like a dark lavender with a slight touch of red. Shoulder length and spiky, three golden pens on either side hold up his hair in pigtails, his remaining hair curling upwards at the base of his neck. His eyes are thin and slanted, red tinted iris looking lazily about the space. His outfit can hardly fall short of dramatic, his top resembling that of a shortly cut shirt with embroidered gold designs and wide shoulders. Underneath he wears a black turtle neck that hugs his skin tightly, his neck muscles visible from beneath. A long flowing half cape is tied about his waist — a blue that seems to stand out, despite the dim lighting. With strong arms and a smooth yet hardened face, he could not be more different from the hovering golden creature next to him.
The creature is small — glowing hair spiked upwards, completely dismissing the rules of gravity. Large eyes with electric blue pupils dart around, shifting and changing forms to match whatever he is looking at. A halo floats above his head, buzzing and bobbing. A white cloth is wrapped around his body, a brown belt with a gold circle stuck to the side. On each of his shoulders sits light armor that seems to not even touch his skin. His forearms are wrapped tightly with leather armor too, seeming more for show than for actual defense. He has two wings behind him that flap rather excessively, tiny compared to his body.
“I think it’s stupid,” the floating creature says, his voice sounding nasally.
“You think everything is stupid,” the man replies.
(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-)
Cerberus smiles and reaches to shake their bony hand.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*That was an impressive first intro Elliot*
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
*I’d rp, but my characters are busy*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The tall monster places his brittle-feeling hand into the tiefling's, pumping it twice with a tremendous amount of force for just a handshake.
"Wonderful, wonderful!" The figure's pitch-black eyes look to the organic violin. "Oh, my! Incredible! Another wielder of the biological arts! How simply exquisite!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*This looks so cool! I gotta bring Gregor to interact once he's free!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Alr all good
(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-)
Thanks baalzeboop!
(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-)
Cerberus looks to it and throws it in the air, where it shrinks to a single seed, which he catches.
“Thanks. Do you want a performance?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Michaelangelo appears and waves "Hello there! Pleasure to meet you. I am Michaelangelo, the owner of this Theatre!" He smiles.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Gregor grins, revealing his many, crooked teeth in the too-wide mouth below his mask. "Oh, I wouldn't want to wear out a future star! You are incredible, but I want to wait until you're settled in before I start calling shots!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The tall man gives a forced smile. “Ah, pleasure to meet you…I guess.” He eyes michaelangelo for a moment before continuing “You can call me King. Or Sire. Or any other form of royal nobility.”
The floating creature gives a loud cackle “Hah! Don’t be fooled by him, he’s just embarrassed by his name. His name is Raphael, and be sure to call him that. It makes him angry.”
(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-)