Damien frowns and glances at Nyx. She nods. He glances at Araz, who is now curled up and sulking on his shoulder.
"...ah. And...your hands?" Damien points at Casey's hands. "D'you cut them on some brambles? I did that all the time. Got me in trouble with Mother Betty, that's for sure. That woman really knows how to beat a child, but she doesn't know how to make 'em listen."
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Damien frowns and glances at Nyx. She nods. He glances at Araz, who is now curled up and sulking on his shoulder.
"...ah. And...your hands?" Damien points at Casey's hands. "D'you cut them on some brambles? I did that all the time. Got me in trouble with Mother Betty, that's for sure. That woman really knows how to beat a child, but she doesn't know how to make 'em listen."
“My hands?” Casey looks at his stitched up hands. “Oh, I cut ‘em up when I was alive.”
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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.
Dyn struggles to his feet, hand on his sword and shield. "You serve that so called king?" he snarls
“I do serve my father. Rather faithfully.” Skar eyes the sword and shield as if they are a toothpick and coin.
Despite Skars height and obvious might, Dyn doesn't back down. "Your father is a tyrant. And a fool."
Skar nods. “I can see why you think so. He is ruthless.”
"I should know, seeing as I served in his army." he growls
“Ah, good for you! I am assuming then, that you acted against him in some way?”
"how do you think I ended up here." he says, a feral smile on his face.
“Well luckily for you, I don’t hold grudges against dead men. Come, have a drink with me.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
The Executioner is watching events through some arcane means. He especially watches Serveo and Kraus.
Another odd presence is felt by those near the town square.
*I CAN RP WITH 4 PEOPLE AT A TIME. I CAN DO IT.*
Serveo once again senses that The Executioner is watching him. “Good sir, I recommend you come find me if you intend to watch me.” He calls out to the town.
"I'd rather not get up with a false hero, Good Sir." The executioner replies.
Serveo sighs. “Then I will come to you.” Perception to find him: 26
After about half an hour of searching, he sees the recognisable shape of the Executioner on a rooftop in front of him. His scythe is as tall as serveo is, and he appears to be carrying a curved dagger made of a strange, purple-black stone. "Usually, I'd hide myself. But this time I'd rather stay visible."
“A poor choice. You may see me as a false hero, but that does not dent the obvious factor of my combat prowess.”
"I do not mean to fight, Serveo. Even if I did, I doubt that you would see me so clearly, as an executioner prefers to fight unfairly."
Serveo laughs. “Even a knight will not always fight fairly, if need be.” He narrows his eyes, The Executioner’s very body starts to grow heavy. Very heavy. The pressure almost snaps his bones before it lets up. “As you can see.”
*The executioner is virtually immune to magical effects that alter his body, as he likely doesn't have much actual body anymore*
The Executioner laughs a hacking, wheezing laugh. "To fight an enemy effectively, knight of courage," He spits the word courage like it leaves a bad taste on his non-existent tongue, "You must first study your opponent. Which, you may have figured out, I have been doing for a long time." He points his scythe at Serveo. "Unlike you, who is too full of his own ego to study anything except how to impress people with your made-up brilliance."
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
The Executioner is watching events through some arcane means. He especially watches Serveo and Kraus.
Another odd presence is felt by those near the town square.
*I CAN RP WITH 4 PEOPLE AT A TIME. I CAN DO IT.*
Serveo once again senses that The Executioner is watching him. “Good sir, I recommend you come find me if you intend to watch me.” He calls out to the town.
"I'd rather not get up with a false hero, Good Sir." The executioner replies.
Serveo sighs. “Then I will come to you.” Perception to find him: 26
After about half an hour of searching, he sees the recognisable shape of the Executioner on a rooftop in front of him. His scythe is as tall as serveo is, and he appears to be carrying a curved dagger made of a strange, purple-black stone. "Usually, I'd hide myself. But this time I'd rather stay visible."
“A poor choice. You may see me as a false hero, but that does not dent the obvious factor of my combat prowess.”
"I do not mean to fight, Serveo. Even if I did, I doubt that you would see me so clearly, as an executioner prefers to fight unfairly."
Serveo laughs. “Even a knight will not always fight fairly, if need be.” He narrows his eyes, The Executioner’s very body starts to grow heavy. Very heavy. The pressure almost snaps his bones before it lets up. “As you can see.”
*The executioner is virtually immune to magical effects that alter his body, as he likely doesn't have much actual body anymore*
The Executioner laughs a hacking, wheezing laugh. "To fight an enemy effectively, knight of courage," He spits the word courage like it leaves a bad taste on his non-existent tongue, "You must first study your opponent. Which, you may have figured out, I have been doing for a long time." He points his scythe at Serveo. "Unlike you, who is too full of his own ego to study anything except how to impress people with your made-up brilliance."
“I am sorry to inform you that, unlike my brother, I prefer to fight my enemies, rather than talk to them.” Serveo unsheathes his greatsword. He doesn’t want to get hit by that scythe, so his pale glow forms a clear glowing shield around him.
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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.
Dyn struggles to his feet, hand on his sword and shield. "You serve that so called king?" he snarls
“I do serve my father. Rather faithfully.” Skar eyes the sword and shield as if they are a toothpick and coin.
Despite Skars height and obvious might, Dyn doesn't back down. "Your father is a tyrant. And a fool."
Skar nods. “I can see why you think so. He is ruthless.”
"I should know, seeing as I served in his army." he growls
“Ah, good for you! I am assuming then, that you acted against him in some way?”
"how do you think I ended up here." he says, a feral smile on his face.
“Well luckily for you, I don’t hold grudges against dead men. Come, have a drink with me.”
"Why would I want to drink with someone who conquered this land through violence."
“My friend, you were part of my army. Don’t be a hypocrite now.”
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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.
Damien frowns and glances at Nyx. She nods. He glances at Araz, who is now curled up and sulking on his shoulder.
"...ah. And...your hands?" Damien points at Casey's hands. "D'you cut them on some brambles? I did that all the time. Got me in trouble with Mother Betty, that's for sure. That woman really knows how to beat a child, but she doesn't know how to make 'em listen."
“My hands?” Casey looks at his stitched up hands. “Oh, I cut ‘em up when I was alive.”
*eh, slight trigger warning? Kinda some self-hate stuff:*
Damiens eyes widen and the devil squeaks. The startling remark from Casey even causes the angel to turn.
"See! He is suffering!" The devil chirps, suddenly very excited. She moves towards the boy, eyes ablaze. "did you hate yourself? Were you sad? Does the pain still follow you to this day? Do you wish you had never existed? Do you wish you could reach up and ri-"
"Nyx!"
Nyx suddenly stops as Araz shouts her name. "Would you shut the [GP] up? Not everything has to be about pain and suffering, oh my GOD." Araz has his arms crossed over his chest as he glares at Nyx who is, once again, crying.
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Dyn struggles to his feet, hand on his sword and shield. "You serve that so called king?" he snarls
“I do serve my father. Rather faithfully.” Skar eyes the sword and shield as if they are a toothpick and coin.
Despite Skars height and obvious might, Dyn doesn't back down. "Your father is a tyrant. And a fool."
Skar nods. “I can see why you think so. He is ruthless.”
"I should know, seeing as I served in his army." he growls
“Ah, good for you! I am assuming then, that you acted against him in some way?”
"how do you think I ended up here." he says, a feral smile on his face.
“Well luckily for you, I don’t hold grudges against dead men. Come, have a drink with me.”
"Why would I want to drink with someone who conquered this land through violence."
“My friend, you were part of my army. Don’t be a hypocrite now.”
"And then I killed everyone in my regiment."
“Hm. More of a hypocrite than I thought you to be. I could step on you right now sir.”
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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.
She stops, her tail flicking back and forth. "You don't need to know it love.. ain't worth a moment in anyone's mind."
Dyn struggles to his feet, sheathing his sword and shield. "I want to know it so I can repay you sometime."
She laughs "I don't need no payment for healing you." She said, her eyes blinking slowly.
"A favor then at the very least."
She stifled a laugh "I need nothing. Well, for the moment I do not." She says and smiles.
"Well whenever you do, just find me. Names Dyn by the way."
She shrugs "Probably won't do don't bind yourself to that favor." She chuckled.
"I like to repay those who help me." he says stubbornly.
"Everyone is down here for a reason, best not to sell yourself to them with favors." She says quietly.
"Fear is nothing. Im dead, what would I have to be afraid of? Especially favors."
She laughs brightly "Ahh, at least you have a strange way of thinking so you can think you can't be afraid. I admire that. Everyone is afraid of something dear.."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Damien frowns and glances at Nyx. She nods. He glances at Araz, who is now curled up and sulking on his shoulder.
"...ah. And...your hands?" Damien points at Casey's hands. "D'you cut them on some brambles? I did that all the time. Got me in trouble with Mother Betty, that's for sure. That woman really knows how to beat a child, but she doesn't know how to make 'em listen."
“My hands?” Casey looks at his stitched up hands. “Oh, I cut ‘em up when I was alive.”
*eh, slight trigger warning? Kinda some self-hate stuff:*
Damiens eyes widen and the devil squeaks. The startling remark from Casey even causes the angel to turn.
"See! He is suffering!" The devil chirps, suddenly very excited. She moves towards the boy, eyes ablaze. "did you hate yourself? Were you sad? Does the pain still follow you to this day? Do you wish you had never existed? Do you wish you could reach up and ri-"
"Nyx!"
Nyx suddenly stops as Araz shouts her name. "Would you shut the [GP] up? Not everything has to be about pain and suffering, oh my GOD." Araz has his arms crossed over his chest as he glares at Nyx who is, once again, crying.
Casey flips upside down in the air. “Uh. Nope. I wasn’t sad. I was just crazy.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
The Executioner is watching events through some arcane means. He especially watches Serveo and Kraus.
Another odd presence is felt by those near the town square.
*I CAN RP WITH 4 PEOPLE AT A TIME. I CAN DO IT.*
Serveo once again senses that The Executioner is watching him. “Good sir, I recommend you come find me if you intend to watch me.” He calls out to the town.
"I'd rather not get up with a false hero, Good Sir." The executioner replies.
Serveo sighs. “Then I will come to you.” Perception to find him: 26
After about half an hour of searching, he sees the recognisable shape of the Executioner on a rooftop in front of him. His scythe is as tall as serveo is, and he appears to be carrying a curved dagger made of a strange, purple-black stone. "Usually, I'd hide myself. But this time I'd rather stay visible."
“A poor choice. You may see me as a false hero, but that does not dent the obvious factor of my combat prowess.”
"I do not mean to fight, Serveo. Even if I did, I doubt that you would see me so clearly, as an executioner prefers to fight unfairly."
Serveo laughs. “Even a knight will not always fight fairly, if need be.” He narrows his eyes, The Executioner’s very body starts to grow heavy. Very heavy. The pressure almost snaps his bones before it lets up. “As you can see.”
*The executioner is virtually immune to magical effects that alter his body, as he likely doesn't have much actual body anymore*
The Executioner laughs a hacking, wheezing laugh. "To fight an enemy effectively, knight of courage," He spits the word courage like it leaves a bad taste on his non-existent tongue, "You must first study your opponent. Which, you may have figured out, I have been doing for a long time." He points his scythe at Serveo. "Unlike you, who is too full of his own ego to study anything except how to impress people with your made-up brilliance."
“I am sorry to inform you that, unlike my brother, I prefer to fight my enemies, rather than talk to them.” Serveo unsheathes his greatsword. He doesn’t want to get hit by that scythe, so his pale glow forms a clear glowing shield around him.
The executioner becomes serious. "Very well. I will fight you If I must." He takes his scythe in two hands and sheaths the dagger. A sort of frost covers him from head to toe.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
The Executioner is watching events through some arcane means. He especially watches Serveo and Kraus.
Another odd presence is felt by those near the town square.
*I CAN RP WITH 4 PEOPLE AT A TIME. I CAN DO IT.*
Serveo once again senses that The Executioner is watching him. “Good sir, I recommend you come find me if you intend to watch me.” He calls out to the town.
"I'd rather not get up with a false hero, Good Sir." The executioner replies.
Serveo sighs. “Then I will come to you.” Perception to find him: 26
After about half an hour of searching, he sees the recognisable shape of the Executioner on a rooftop in front of him. His scythe is as tall as serveo is, and he appears to be carrying a curved dagger made of a strange, purple-black stone. "Usually, I'd hide myself. But this time I'd rather stay visible."
“A poor choice. You may see me as a false hero, but that does not dent the obvious factor of my combat prowess.”
"I do not mean to fight, Serveo. Even if I did, I doubt that you would see me so clearly, as an executioner prefers to fight unfairly."
Serveo laughs. “Even a knight will not always fight fairly, if need be.” He narrows his eyes, The Executioner’s very body starts to grow heavy. Very heavy. The pressure almost snaps his bones before it lets up. “As you can see.”
*The executioner is virtually immune to magical effects that alter his body, as he likely doesn't have much actual body anymore*
The Executioner laughs a hacking, wheezing laugh. "To fight an enemy effectively, knight of courage," He spits the word courage like it leaves a bad taste on his non-existent tongue, "You must first study your opponent. Which, you may have figured out, I have been doing for a long time." He points his scythe at Serveo. "Unlike you, who is too full of his own ego to study anything except how to impress people with your made-up brilliance."
“I am sorry to inform you that, unlike my brother, I prefer to fight my enemies, rather than talk to them.” Serveo unsheathes his greatsword. He doesn’t want to get hit by that scythe, so his pale glow forms a clear glowing shield around him.
The executioner becomes serious. "Very well. I will fight you If I must." He takes his scythe in two hands and sheaths the dagger. A sort of frost covers him from head to toe.
“Do not disappoint me. Come down from that rooftop.”
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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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Damien frowns and glances at Nyx. She nods. He glances at Araz, who is now curled up and sulking on his shoulder.
"...ah. And...your hands?" Damien points at Casey's hands. "D'you cut them on some brambles? I did that all the time. Got me in trouble with Mother Betty, that's for sure. That woman really knows how to beat a child, but she doesn't know how to make 'em listen."
(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-)
"how do you think I ended up here." he says, a feral smile on his face.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Well whenever you do, just find me. Names Dyn by the way."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“My hands?” Casey looks at his stitched up hands. “Oh, I cut ‘em up when I was alive.”
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 shrugs "Probably won't do don't bind yourself to that favor." She chuckled.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Well luckily for you, I don’t hold grudges against dead men. Come, have a drink with me.”
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 executioner is virtually immune to magical effects that alter his body, as he likely doesn't have much actual body anymore*
The Executioner laughs a hacking, wheezing laugh. "To fight an enemy effectively, knight of courage," He spits the word courage like it leaves a bad taste on his non-existent tongue, "You must first study your opponent. Which, you may have figured out, I have been doing for a long time." He points his scythe at Serveo. "Unlike you, who is too full of his own ego to study anything except how to impress people with your made-up brilliance."
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
"I like to repay those who help me." he says stubbornly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Why would I want to drink with someone who conquered this land through violence."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I am sorry to inform you that, unlike my brother, I prefer to fight my enemies, rather than talk to them.” Serveo unsheathes his greatsword. He doesn’t want to get hit by that scythe, so his pale glow forms a clear glowing shield around him.
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
“My friend, you were part of my army. Don’t be a hypocrite now.”
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
"Everyone is down here for a reason, best not to sell yourself to them with favors." She says quietly.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"And then I killed everyone in my regiment."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*eh, slight trigger warning? Kinda some self-hate stuff:*
Damiens eyes widen and the devil squeaks. The startling remark from Casey even causes the angel to turn.
"See! He is suffering!" The devil chirps, suddenly very excited. She moves towards the boy, eyes ablaze. "did you hate yourself? Were you sad? Does the pain still follow you to this day? Do you wish you had never existed? Do you wish you could reach up and ri-"
"Nyx!"
Nyx suddenly stops as Araz shouts her name. "Would you shut the [GP] up? Not everything has to be about pain and suffering, oh my GOD." Araz has his arms crossed over his chest as he glares at Nyx who is, once again, crying.
(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-)
"Fear is nothing. Im dead, what would I have to be afraid of? Especially favors."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Hm. More of a hypocrite than I thought you to be. I could step on you right now sir.”
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 laughs brightly "Ahh, at least you have a strange way of thinking so you can think you can't be afraid. I admire that. Everyone is afraid of something dear.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Casey flips upside down in the air. “Uh. Nope. I wasn’t sad. I was just crazy.”
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 executioner becomes serious. "Very well. I will fight you If I must." He takes his scythe in two hands and sheaths the dagger. A sort of frost covers him from head to toe.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
“Do not disappoint me. Come down from that rooftop.”
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