In the corner, apparently having been listening to anything and everything that has been going on, a petite girl sits on a crate. Most of her face is shrouded in shadow, but what isn't implies strangery. Her simple Victorian while dress is dirt-stained on the bottom hem. Nearly everything about her is corpse-pale, save some jagged scars and the long black-brown hair that pools around her on the crate.
There is a tap on her shoulder, with it comes a sudden deep coldness.
She shivers and turns, terrified. Whatever tapped her can now see her face, scarred and sewn together, with eyes that don't quite match.
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. Yeah, i'm ace
Now it's over I'm dead and I haven't done anything that I want Or I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do... -Dead by They Might be Giants
“Name’s Michaelangelo. Haven’t found much about him yet, I only talked to him for a moment. You on the other hand…” Casey’s blue eye glows again, flashing twice in succession this time.
"Your eyes remind me of an interesting acquaintance I had a while back. She would look into this glowing colored ball and speak to the dead for me. Do you have full control of those eyes or is it just reactive?"
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I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
In the corner, apparently having been listening to anything and everything that has been going on, a petite girl sits on a crate. Most of her face is shrouded in shadow, but what isn't implies strangery. Her simple Victorian while dress is dirt-stained on the bottom hem. Nearly everything about her is corpse-pale, save some jagged scars and the long black-brown hair that pools around her on the crate.
There is a tap on her shoulder, with it comes a sudden deep coldness.
She shivers and turns, terrified. Whatever tapped her can now see her face, scarred and sewn together, with eyes that don't quite match.
There is a young boy. About 13. He looks to be also from the Victorian Era. His hair is black and messy. He’s dressed in a purple and maroon jester outfit. One of his eyes is neon blue, the other bright orange. Under his blue eye is a painted tear drop. He holds up his hands, which are also sewn and stitched together.
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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.
"What seems fair enough. I'm not versed in the truly supernatural, just creatures with unusual abilities. Is there a name for what you are, or are you a unique being? Well, everyone's unique, but... I hope you understand what I'm saying."
"I am a unique being. They call me "He Who Harvests Souls in the Darkness, the One of Infinitely Long Limbs", but you can call me "The Harvestman" for short."
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
“Name’s Michaelangelo. Haven’t found much about him yet, I only talked to him for a moment. You on the other hand…” Casey’s blue eye glows again, flashing twice in succession this time.
"Your eyes remind me of an interesting acquaintance I had a while back. She would look into this glowing colored ball and speak to the dead for me. Do you have full control of those eyes or is it just reactive?"
*His blue eye allows him to slowly see into somebody’s life over time. He’ll have to make a DC 19 Wis saving throw. On a fail, you can tell me two small details in a spoiler.*
”I got plenty of control, but what I got control over ain’t your business.” His blue eye pulses one more time, this time it maintains a slight glow.
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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.
"I am a unique being. They call me "He Who Harvests Souls in the Darkness, the One of Infinitely Long Limbs", but you can call me "The Harvestman" for short."
"You sound dangerous. Perhaps I shouldn't be holding one of your manifestations in my hand. Regardless, welcome to the theatre."
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
*Quote cut*
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"I wouldn't dream of prying into matters that don't concern me. As for our encounter here," Silas continues, his tone measured as he carefully chooses his words. "I must admit, it's been... enlightening."
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I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
In the corner, apparently having been listening to anything and everything that has been going on, a petite girl sits on a crate. Most of her face is shrouded in shadow, but what isn't implies strangery. Her simple Victorian while dress is dirt-stained on the bottom hem. Nearly everything about her is corpse-pale, save some jagged scars and the long black-brown hair that pools around her on the crate.
There is a tap on her shoulder, with it comes a sudden deep coldness.
She shivers and turns, terrified. Whatever tapped her can now see her face, scarred and sewn together, with eyes that don't quite match.
There is a young boy. About 13. He looks to be also from the Victorian Era. His hair is black and messy. He’s dressed in a purple and maroon jester outfit. One of his eyes is neon blue, the other bright orange. Under his blue eye is a painted tear drop. He holds up his hands, which are also sewn and stitched together.
"You're..." she hesitates
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. Yeah, i'm ace
Now it's over I'm dead and I haven't done anything that I want Or I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do... -Dead by They Might be Giants
In the corner, apparently having been listening to anything and everything that has been going on, a petite girl sits on a crate. Most of her face is shrouded in shadow, but what isn't implies strangery. Her simple Victorian while dress is dirt-stained on the bottom hem. Nearly everything about her is corpse-pale, save some jagged scars and the long black-brown hair that pools around her on the crate.
There is a tap on her shoulder, with it comes a sudden deep coldness.
She shivers and turns, terrified. Whatever tapped her can now see her face, scarred and sewn together, with eyes that don't quite match.
There is a young boy. About 13. He looks to be also from the Victorian Era. His hair is black and messy. He’s dressed in a purple and maroon jester outfit. One of his eyes is neon blue, the other bright orange. Under his blue eye is a painted tear drop. He holds up his hands, which are also sewn and stitched together.
"You're..." she hesitates
The boy grins eerily and speaks. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya. In fact, we look pretty similar.” His blue eye glows in a flash, then stops.
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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.
In the corner, apparently having been listening to anything and everything that has been going on, a petite girl sits on a crate. Most of her face is shrouded in shadow, but what isn't implies strangery. Her simple Victorian while dress is dirt-stained on the bottom hem. Nearly everything about her is corpse-pale, save some jagged scars and the long black-brown hair that pools around her on the crate.
There is a tap on her shoulder, with it comes a sudden deep coldness.
She shivers and turns, terrified. Whatever tapped her can now see her face, scarred and sewn together, with eyes that don't quite match.
There is a young boy. About 13. He looks to be also from the Victorian Era. His hair is black and messy. He’s dressed in a purple and maroon jester outfit. One of his eyes is neon blue, the other bright orange. Under his blue eye is a painted tear drop. He holds up his hands, which are also sewn and stitched together.
"You're..." she hesitates
The boy grins eerily and speaks. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya. In fact, we look pretty similar.” His blue eye glows in a flash, then stops.
She laughs a little "Pleasure to meet you"
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. Yeah, i'm ace
Now it's over I'm dead and I haven't done anything that I want Or I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do... -Dead by They Might be Giants
"I wouldn't dream of prying into matters that don't concern me. As for our encounter here," Silas continues, his tone measured as he carefully chooses his words. "I must admit, it's been... enlightening."
*Banging head into nearby lamp post*
*Give me a few minutes to flesh out this character and then I will share two details.*
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I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
"I wouldn't dream of prying into matters that don't concern me. As for our encounter here," Silas continues, his tone measured as he carefully chooses his words. "I must admit, it's been... enlightening."
Casey grins, satisfied with his work. “Yeah. Same to you.” He winks one more time.
*If he can maintain this conversation for 5 more minutes he’ll gain knowledge of Silas’ greatest desire.*
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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.
"I am a unique being. They call me "He Who Harvests Souls in the Darkness, the One of Infinitely Long Limbs", but you can call me "The Harvestman" for short."
"You sound dangerous. Perhaps I shouldn't be holding one of your manifestations in my hand. Regardless, welcome to the theatre."
"As long as you don't touch any part of this physical form other than the ends of its legs, you should be fine."
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
In the corner, apparently having been listening to anything and everything that has been going on, a petite girl sits on a crate. Most of her face is shrouded in shadow, but what isn't implies strangery. Her simple Victorian while dress is dirt-stained on the bottom hem. Nearly everything about her is corpse-pale, save some jagged scars and the long black-brown hair that pools around her on the crate.
There is a tap on her shoulder, with it comes a sudden deep coldness.
She shivers and turns, terrified. Whatever tapped her can now see her face, scarred and sewn together, with eyes that don't quite match.
There is a young boy. About 13. He looks to be also from the Victorian Era. His hair is black and messy. He’s dressed in a purple and maroon jester outfit. One of his eyes is neon blue, the other bright orange. Under his blue eye is a painted tear drop. He holds up his hands, which are also sewn and stitched together.
"You're..." she hesitates
The boy grins eerily and speaks. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya. In fact, we look pretty similar.” His blue eye glows in a flash, then stops.
She laughs a little "Pleasure to meet you"
Casey holds out a hand to shake, then pulls it back. “Name’s Casey. Don’t shake my hand.”
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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.
*Got the perfect character. Anybody taken the fortune teller/seer role? Ah well, never can have to many anyway.*
Somewhere backstage, a gnoll with sleek white fur and strange, esoteric tattoos shuffles a deck of tarokka cards. This is Tarow, a traveling fortune teller, recently employed under the theatre. She’s dressed in satin and dark dyed leather, with an intricate amber earring hanging from one pointy hyena ear.
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I go by “Awe” JSYK
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
*Got the perfect character. Anybody taken the fortune teller/seer role? Ah well, never can have to many anyway.*
Somewhere backstage, a gnoll with sleek white fur and strange, esoteric tattoos shuffles a deck of tarokka cards. This is Tarow, a traveling fortune teller, recently employed under the theatre. She’s dressed in satin and dark dyed leather, with an intricate amber earring hanging from one pointy hyena ear.
A voice sounds from the darkness. “Ah. A future seer? Well, I can see your past.”
*Thats right ai’m gonna rp with 3 people*
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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.
In the corner, apparently having been listening to anything and everything that has been going on, a petite girl sits on a crate. Most of her face is shrouded in shadow, but what isn't implies strangery. Her simple Victorian while dress is dirt-stained on the bottom hem. Nearly everything about her is corpse-pale, save some jagged scars and the long black-brown hair that pools around her on the crate.
There is a tap on her shoulder, with it comes a sudden deep coldness.
She shivers and turns, terrified. Whatever tapped her can now see her face, scarred and sewn together, with eyes that don't quite match.
There is a young boy. About 13. He looks to be also from the Victorian Era. His hair is black and messy. He’s dressed in a purple and maroon jester outfit. One of his eyes is neon blue, the other bright orange. Under his blue eye is a painted tear drop. He holds up his hands, which are also sewn and stitched together.
"You're..." she hesitates
The boy grins eerily and speaks. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya. In fact, we look pretty similar.” His blue eye glows in a flash, then stops.
She laughs a little "Pleasure to meet you"
Casey holds out a hand to shake, then pulls it back. “Name’s Casey. Don’t shake my hand.”
she nods "My name is valentine"
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. Yeah, i'm ace
Now it's over I'm dead and I haven't done anything that I want Or I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do... -Dead by They Might be Giants
Casey speaks with an Italian accent. “Nice name.” His eye pulses again, this time twice.
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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.
"I am a unique being. They call me "He Who Harvests Souls in the Darkness, the One of Infinitely Long Limbs", but you can call me "The Harvestman" for short."
"You sound dangerous. Perhaps I shouldn't be holding one of your manifestations in my hand. Regardless, welcome to the theatre."
"As long as you don't touch any part of this physical form other than the ends of its legs, you should be fine."
"I am glad I tried to talk to you before trying to eat you, then. Do you mind if I set you down?"
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
She shivers and turns, terrified. Whatever tapped her can now see her face, scarred and sewn together, with eyes that don't quite match.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. Yeah, i'm ace
Now it's over I'm dead and I haven't done anything that I want
Or I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do...
-Dead by They Might be Giants
Drummer has dubbed me Crafter of Constellations.
"Your eyes remind me of an interesting acquaintance I had a while back. She would look into this glowing colored ball and speak to the dead for me. Do you have full control of those eyes or is it just reactive?"
I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
There is a young boy. About 13. He looks to be also from the Victorian Era. His hair is black and messy. He’s dressed in a purple and maroon jester outfit. One of his eyes is neon blue, the other bright orange. Under his blue eye is a painted tear drop. He holds up his hands, which are also sewn and stitched together.
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.
"I am a unique being. They call me "He Who Harvests Souls in the Darkness, the One of Infinitely Long Limbs", but you can call me "The Harvestman" for short."
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
*His blue eye allows him to slowly see into somebody’s life over time. He’ll have to make a DC 19 Wis saving throw. On a fail, you can tell me two small details in a spoiler.*
”I got plenty of control, but what I got control over ain’t your business.” His blue eye pulses one more time, this time it maintains a slight glow.
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.
"You sound dangerous. Perhaps I shouldn't be holding one of your manifestations in my hand. Regardless, welcome to the theatre."
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
*Quote cut*
(10)
"I wouldn't dream of prying into matters that don't concern me. As for our encounter here," Silas continues, his tone measured as he carefully chooses his words. "I must admit, it's been... enlightening."
I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
"You're..." she hesitates
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. Yeah, i'm ace
Now it's over I'm dead and I haven't done anything that I want
Or I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do...
-Dead by They Might be Giants
Drummer has dubbed me Crafter of Constellations.
The boy grins eerily and speaks. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya. In fact, we look pretty similar.” His blue eye glows in a flash, then stops.
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.
She laughs a little "Pleasure to meet you"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. Yeah, i'm ace
Now it's over I'm dead and I haven't done anything that I want
Or I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do...
-Dead by They Might be Giants
Drummer has dubbed me Crafter of Constellations.
*Banging head into nearby lamp post*
*Give me a few minutes to flesh out this character and then I will share two details.*
I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
Casey grins, satisfied with his work. “Yeah. Same to you.” He winks one more time.
*If he can maintain this conversation for 5 more minutes he’ll gain knowledge of Silas’ greatest desire.*
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.
"As long as you don't touch any part of this physical form other than the ends of its legs, you should be fine."
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
Casey holds out a hand to shake, then pulls it back. “Name’s Casey. Don’t shake my 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.
*Got the perfect character. Anybody taken the fortune teller/seer role? Ah well, never can have to many anyway.*
Somewhere backstage, a gnoll with sleek white fur and strange, esoteric tattoos shuffles a deck of tarokka cards. This is Tarow, a traveling fortune teller, recently employed under the theatre. She’s dressed in satin and dark dyed leather, with an intricate amber earring hanging from one pointy hyena ear.
I go by “Awe” JSYK
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
”I’m sorry Frodo. I was delayed.”
Try out a few of my threads!
NIGHTMARE’S CLAW - ASSASSINATE THE ONE ABOVE - RAGNAROK THE BAR - But WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
A voice sounds from the darkness. “Ah. A future seer? Well, I can see your past.”
*Thats right ai’m gonna rp with 3 people*
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.
she nods "My name is valentine"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. Yeah, i'm ace
Now it's over I'm dead and I haven't done anything that I want
Or I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do...
-Dead by They Might be Giants
Drummer has dubbed me Crafter of Constellations.
*Quite cut Fry*
Casey speaks with an Italian accent. “Nice name.” His eye pulses again, this time twice.
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.
"I am glad I tried to talk to you before trying to eat you, then. Do you mind if I set you down?"
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
*Since this is a no-combat thread I am going all out on the story and personality of this character. Prepare to have your mind blown!*
I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail