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.*
*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!*
Casey stares deeply into Silas’ invisible eyes. His blue eye burns into his retinas. Whispers are in Silas’ mind. Hallucinations of times in his past.
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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.
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*
Tarow looks up, performing an impossibly complicated bridge shuffle and storing the cards in her belt. She cocks her head. “Then enlighten me.”
*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*
Tarow looks up, performing an impossibly complicated bridge shuffle and storing the cards in her belt. She cocks her head. “Then enlighten me.”
“Hold on there. Gotta talk to ya a little.” The figure floats out from the darkness (I’ve already described him like 4 times you can find it somehwere)
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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.
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*
Tarow looks up, performing an impossibly complicated bridge shuffle and storing the cards in her belt. She cocks her head. “Then enlighten me.”
“Hold on there. Gotta talk to ya a little.” The figure floats out from the darkness (I’ve already described him like 4 times you can find it somehwere)
*Casey, right? Poltergeist teen or something?*
”Very well. I am Tarow, a seer and a gnoll. Who and what are you?”
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I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
Casey speaks with an Italian accent. “Nice name.” His eye pulses again, this time twice.
*Fry, you still here?*
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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.
Casey stares deeply into Silas’ invisible eyes. His blue eye burns into his retinas. Whispers are in Silas’ mind. Hallucinations of times in his past.
As Casey's piercing gaze delves into the depths of Silas's invisible eyes, a surge of energy courses through Silas's mind, stirring memories long buried beneath the surface. Whispers echo in the recesses of his consciousness, carrying with them fragments of his past, like faded photographs emerging from the mists of time.
The first memory surfaces, a core moment from Silas's childhood: *For Gradius Only*and those of you who cannot help themselves.
Memory 1: The Discovery Silas, a young boy with bright eyes and a curious spirit, stands in his family's laboratory, surrounded by beakers and bubbling potions. His parents, renowned scientists, are hunched over a microscope, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of its lenses. Silas watches with fascination as they discuss their latest experiment, a groundbreaking discovery that promises to revolutionize the world of genetics.
As the experiment progresses, Silas's excitement builds, his heart pounding with anticipation. But then, something unexpected happens. A surge of energy arcs through the air, engulfing Silas in a blinding light. When the light fades, Silas's form remains invisible, his clothes the only visible remnants of his presence. Shock and confusion ripple through the laboratory as Silas realizes the extent of his transformation.
Memory 2: The Consequences Silas stands on the edge of a bustling city street, the sounds of traffic and chatter filling the air around him. He watches with a heavy heart as his former colleagues pass by, oblivious to his invisible presence. Despite his best efforts to adapt to his new condition, Silas finds himself increasingly isolated from the world he once knew.
As days turn into weeks and weeks into months, Silas struggles to come to terms with his invisibility. He grapples with feelings of loneliness and despair, haunted by the memories of his past life and the friends and loved ones he left behind. Yet, amid the darkness, a glimmer of hope emerges—a determination to use his unique abilities for good and to uncover the truth behind his mysterious transformation.
*Feel free to interact with any of these (Look closer, Smell, or Hear their exact words)*
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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
A woman with strawberry blonde hair and fair, freckled skin with rosy cheeks enters the theatre. She’s wearing numerous pieces of golden and topaz jewelry, and she has a bright yellow dress decorated with strange, almost eldritch patterns. In one hand she holds a black book and sticking out of her satchel is a grey colored, ornate mask. Her eyes are a glowing orange, and she seems in awe.
”oh no… oh no… oh yes… oohohohoohoh yes…” she says to herself, admiring the theatre.
Casey stares deeply into Silas’ invisible eyes. His blue eye burns into his retinas. Whispers are in Silas’ mind. Hallucinations of times in his past.
As Casey's piercing gaze delves into the depths of Silas's invisible eyes, a surge of energy courses through Silas's mind, stirring memories long buried beneath the surface. Whispers echo in the recesses of his consciousness, carrying with them fragments of his past, like faded photographs emerging from the mists of time.
The first memory surfaces, a core moment from Silas's childhood: *For Gradius Only* and those of you who cannot help themselves.
Memory 1: The Discovery Silas, a young boy with bright eyes and a curious spirit, stands in his family's laboratory, surrounded by beakers and bubbling potions. His parents, renowned scientists, are hunched over a microscope, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of its lenses. Silas watches with fascination as they discuss their latest experiment, a groundbreaking discovery that promises to revolutionize the world of genetics.
As the experiment progresses, Silas's excitement builds, his heart pounding with anticipation. But then, something unexpected happens. A surge of energy arcs through the air, engulfing Silas in a blinding light. When the light fades, Silas's form remains invisible, his clothes the only visible remnants of his presence. Shock and confusion ripple through the laboratory as Silas realizes the extent of his transformation.
Memory 2: The Consequences Silas stands on the edge of a bustling city street, the sounds of traffic and chatter filling the air around him. He watches with a heavy heart as his former colleagues pass by, oblivious to his invisible presence. Despite his best efforts to adapt to his new condition, Silas finds himself increasingly isolated from the world he once knew.
As days turn into weeks and weeks into months, Silas struggles to come to terms with his invisibility. He grapples with feelings of loneliness and despair, haunted by the memories of his past life and the friends and loved ones he left behind. Yet, amid the darkness, a glimmer of hope emerges—a determination to use his unique abilities for good and to uncover the truth behind his mysterious transformation.
*Feel free to interact with any of these (Look closer, Smell, or Hear their exact words)*
Casey grins eerily and nods. “…I see. Interesting. I think I got a basic jist of the idea.” Silas isn’t sure what he’s talking about.
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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.
A woman with strawberry blonde hair and fair, freckled skin with rosy cheeks enters the theatre. She’s wearing numerous pieces of golden and topaz jewelry, and she has a bright yellow dress decorated with strange, almost eldritch patterns. In one hand she holds a black book and sticking out of her satchel is a grey colored, ornate mask. Her eyes are a glowing orange, and she seems in awe.
”oh no… oh no… oh yes… oohohohoohoh yes…” she says to herself, admiring the theatre.
From a corner of the theater, in the darkness behind the curtains, two eyes glow in the shade. One is bright blue, the other is neon orange.
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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.
A woman with strawberry blonde hair and fair, freckled skin with rosy cheeks enters the theatre. She’s wearing numerous pieces of golden and topaz jewelry, and she has a bright yellow dress decorated with strange, almost eldritch patterns. In one hand she holds a black book and sticking out of her satchel is a grey colored, ornate mask. Her eyes are a glowing orange, and she seems in awe.
”oh no… oh no… oh yes… oohohohoohoh yes…” she says to herself, admiring the theatre.
From a corner of the theater, in the darkness behind the curtains, two eyes glow in the shade. One is bright blue, the other is neon orange.
She walks over to them, moving with an unearthly grace.
”excuse me, do you know where this is? I stumbled upon this door at my city’s own theatre and I don’t exactly know where I am.”
A woman with strawberry blonde hair and fair, freckled skin with rosy cheeks enters the theatre. She’s wearing numerous pieces of golden and topaz jewelry, and she has a bright yellow dress decorated with strange, almost eldritch patterns. In one hand she holds a black book and sticking out of her satchel is a grey colored, ornate mask. Her eyes are a glowing orange, and she seems in awe.
”oh no… oh no… oh yes… oohohohoohoh yes…” she says to herself, admiring the theatre.
From a corner of the theater, in the darkness behind the curtains, two eyes glow in the shade. One is bright blue, the other is neon orange.
She walks over to them, moving with an unearthly grace.
”excuse me, do you know where this is? I stumbled upon this door at my city’s own theatre and I don’t exactly know where I am.”
The eyes move out of the darkness, along with a young child attached to them. He has freakishly pale skin, a skinny face, and messy black hair. His face is spread in an eery grin. He wears a maroon and purple jester outfit, with cuffed sleeves and large boots. Underneath his blue eye is a painted tear drop. “I don’t got a clue where you are either.” He speaks with an Italian accent.
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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.
Casey grins eerily and nods. “…I see. Interesting. I think I got a basic jist of the idea.” Silas isn’t sure what he’s talking about.
*Can I perhaps make a roll to see if I put two and two together?*
*Thats fine. Perhaps insight or perception?*
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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.
A woman with strawberry blonde hair and fair, freckled skin with rosy cheeks enters the theatre. She’s wearing numerous pieces of golden and topaz jewelry, and she has a bright yellow dress decorated with strange, almost eldritch patterns. In one hand she holds a black book and sticking out of her satchel is a grey colored, ornate mask. Her eyes are a glowing orange, and she seems in awe.
”oh no… oh no… oh yes… oohohohoohoh yes…” she says to herself, admiring the theatre.
From a corner of the theater, in the darkness behind the curtains, two eyes glow in the shade. One is bright blue, the other is neon orange.
She walks over to them, moving with an unearthly grace.
”excuse me, do you know where this is? I stumbled upon this door at my city’s own theatre and I don’t exactly know where I am.”
The eyes move out of the darkness, along with a young child attached to them. He has freakishly pale skin, a skinny face, and messy black hair. His face is spread in an eery grin. He wears a maroon and purple jester outfit, with cuffed sleeves and large boots. Underneath his blue eye is a painted tear drop. “I don’t got a clue where you are either.” He speaks with an Italian accent.
“Ah, well that is okay. When did you get here?” She asks, studying the cover of her book, which is facing away from the jester kid.
A woman with strawberry blonde hair and fair, freckled skin with rosy cheeks enters the theatre. She’s wearing numerous pieces of golden and topaz jewelry, and she has a bright yellow dress decorated with strange, almost eldritch patterns. In one hand she holds a black book and sticking out of her satchel is a grey colored, ornate mask. Her eyes are a glowing orange, and she seems in awe.
”oh no… oh no… oh yes… oohohohoohoh yes…” she says to herself, admiring the theatre.
From a corner of the theater, in the darkness behind the curtains, two eyes glow in the shade. One is bright blue, the other is neon orange.
She walks over to them, moving with an unearthly grace.
”excuse me, do you know where this is? I stumbled upon this door at my city’s own theatre and I don’t exactly know where I am.”
The eyes move out of the darkness, along with a young child attached to them. He has freakishly pale skin, a skinny face, and messy black hair. His face is spread in an eery grin. He wears a maroon and purple jester outfit, with cuffed sleeves and large boots. Underneath his blue eye is a painted tear drop. “I don’t got a clue where you are either.” He speaks with an Italian accent.
“Ah, well that is okay. When did you get here?” She asks, studying the cover of her book, which is facing away from the jester kid.
The jester notices the book, his blue eye flashes briefly. “Only earlier today. What’s your name?” The boy leaps into the air and starts floating. He shifts onto his back so it looks like he’s lounging in the air.
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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.
A woman with strawberry blonde hair and fair, freckled skin with rosy cheeks enters the theatre. She’s wearing numerous pieces of golden and topaz jewelry, and she has a bright yellow dress decorated with strange, almost eldritch patterns. In one hand she holds a black book and sticking out of her satchel is a grey colored, ornate mask. Her eyes are a glowing orange, and she seems in awe.
”oh no… oh no… oh yes… oohohohoohoh yes…” she says to herself, admiring the theatre.
From a corner of the theater, in the darkness behind the curtains, two eyes glow in the shade. One is bright blue, the other is neon orange.
She walks over to them, moving with an unearthly grace.
”excuse me, do you know where this is? I stumbled upon this door at my city’s own theatre and I don’t exactly know where I am.”
The eyes move out of the darkness, along with a young child attached to them. He has freakishly pale skin, a skinny face, and messy black hair. His face is spread in an eery grin. He wears a maroon and purple jester outfit, with cuffed sleeves and large boots. Underneath his blue eye is a painted tear drop. “I don’t got a clue where you are either.” He speaks with an Italian accent.
“Ah, well that is okay. When did you get here?” She asks, studying the cover of her book, which is facing away from the jester kid.
The jester notices the book, his blue eye flashes briefly. “Only earlier today. What’s your name?” The boy leaps into the air and starts floating. He shifts onto his back so it looks like he’s lounging in the air.
“Camilla of Yhitti. Pleasure to meet you. What’s your name?”
It’s blatantly clear that Casey has breached Silas’ mind. Casey seems to realize that Silas’ has come to this conclusion, but he tries not so show it.
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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.
A woman with strawberry blonde hair and fair, freckled skin with rosy cheeks enters the theatre. She’s wearing numerous pieces of golden and topaz jewelry, and she has a bright yellow dress decorated with strange, almost eldritch patterns. In one hand she holds a black book and sticking out of her satchel is a grey colored, ornate mask. Her eyes are a glowing orange, and she seems in awe.
”oh no… oh no… oh yes… oohohohoohoh yes…” she says to herself, admiring the theatre.
From a corner of the theater, in the darkness behind the curtains, two eyes glow in the shade. One is bright blue, the other is neon orange.
She walks over to them, moving with an unearthly grace.
”excuse me, do you know where this is? I stumbled upon this door at my city’s own theatre and I don’t exactly know where I am.”
The eyes move out of the darkness, along with a young child attached to them. He has freakishly pale skin, a skinny face, and messy black hair. His face is spread in an eery grin. He wears a maroon and purple jester outfit, with cuffed sleeves and large boots. Underneath his blue eye is a painted tear drop. “I don’t got a clue where you are either.” He speaks with an Italian accent.
“Ah, well that is okay. When did you get here?” She asks, studying the cover of her book, which is facing away from the jester kid.
The jester notices the book, his blue eye flashes briefly. “Only earlier today. What’s your name?” The boy leaps into the air and starts floating. He shifts onto his back so it looks like he’s lounging in the air.
“Camilla of Yhitti. Pleasure to meet you. What’s your name?”
The boys blue eye flashes again. “The name’s Casey. What’s that book ya got there?”
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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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Casey stares deeply into Silas’ invisible eyes. His blue eye burns into his retinas. Whispers are in Silas’ mind. Hallucinations of times in his past.
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
Tarow looks up, performing an impossibly complicated bridge shuffle and storing the cards in her belt. She cocks her head. “Then enlighten me.”
*got to go in a few*
I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“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."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
“Hold on there. Gotta talk to ya a little.” The figure floats out from the darkness (I’ve already described him like 4 times you can find it somehwere)
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
*Casey, right? Poltergeist teen or something?*
”Very well. I am Tarow, a seer and a gnoll. Who and what are you?”
I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“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."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
*sorry gtg*
I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“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."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
*Fry, you still here?*
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
As Casey's piercing gaze delves into the depths of Silas's invisible eyes, a surge of energy courses through Silas's mind, stirring memories long buried beneath the surface. Whispers echo in the recesses of his consciousness, carrying with them fragments of his past, like faded photographs emerging from the mists of time.
The first memory surfaces, a core moment from Silas's childhood: *For Gradius Only* and those of you who cannot help themselves.
Memory 1: The Discovery
Silas, a young boy with bright eyes and a curious spirit, stands in his family's laboratory, surrounded by beakers and bubbling potions. His parents, renowned scientists, are hunched over a microscope, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of its lenses. Silas watches with fascination as they discuss their latest experiment, a groundbreaking discovery that promises to revolutionize the world of genetics.
As the experiment progresses, Silas's excitement builds, his heart pounding with anticipation. But then, something unexpected happens. A surge of energy arcs through the air, engulfing Silas in a blinding light. When the light fades, Silas's form remains invisible, his clothes the only visible remnants of his presence. Shock and confusion ripple through the laboratory as Silas realizes the extent of his transformation.
Memory 2: The Consequences
Silas stands on the edge of a bustling city street, the sounds of traffic and chatter filling the air around him. He watches with a heavy heart as his former colleagues pass by, oblivious to his invisible presence. Despite his best efforts to adapt to his new condition, Silas finds himself increasingly isolated from the world he once knew.
As days turn into weeks and weeks into months, Silas struggles to come to terms with his invisibility. He grapples with feelings of loneliness and despair, haunted by the memories of his past life and the friends and loved ones he left behind. Yet, amid the darkness, a glimmer of hope emerges—a determination to use his unique abilities for good and to uncover the truth behind his mysterious transformation.
*Feel free to interact with any of these (Look closer, Smell, or Hear their exact words)*
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
A woman with strawberry blonde hair and fair, freckled skin with rosy cheeks enters the theatre. She’s wearing numerous pieces of golden and topaz jewelry, and she has a bright yellow dress decorated with strange, almost eldritch patterns. In one hand she holds a black book and sticking out of her satchel is a grey colored, ornate mask. Her eyes are a glowing orange, and she seems in awe.
”oh no… oh no… oh yes… oohohohoohoh yes…” she says to herself, admiring the theatre.
Casey grins eerily and nods. “…I see. Interesting. I think I got a basic jist of the idea.” Silas isn’t sure what he’s talking about.
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
From a corner of the theater, in the darkness behind the curtains, two eyes glow in the shade. One is bright blue, the other is neon orange.
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
She walks over to them, moving with an unearthly grace.
”excuse me, do you know where this is? I stumbled upon this door at my city’s own theatre and I don’t exactly know where I am.”
*Can I perhaps make a roll to see if I put two and two together?*
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
The eyes move out of the darkness, along with a young child attached to them. He has freakishly pale skin, a skinny face, and messy black hair. His face is spread in an eery grin. He wears a maroon and purple jester outfit, with cuffed sleeves and large boots. Underneath his blue eye is a painted tear drop. “I don’t got a clue where you are either.” He speaks with an Italian accent.
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
*Thats fine. Perhaps insight or perception?*
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
“Ah, well that is okay. When did you get here?” She asks, studying the cover of her book, which is facing away from the jester kid.
The jester notices the book, his blue eye flashes briefly. “Only earlier today. What’s your name?” The boy leaps into the air and starts floating. He shifts onto his back so it looks like he’s lounging in the air.
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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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
“Camilla of Yhitti. Pleasure to meet you. What’s your name?”
It’s blatantly clear that Casey has breached Silas’ mind. Casey seems to realize that Silas’ has come to this conclusion, but he tries not so show it.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
The boys blue eye flashes again. “The name’s Casey. What’s that book ya got there?”
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