"Casey why are you killing innocent people?" Tiso says wiping more blood off of his face
“Are you stupid? They ain’t dead. And don’t touch 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.
"Casey why are you killing innocent people?" Tiso says wiping more blood off of his face
“Are you stupid? They ain’t dead. And don’t touch me.”
"Firstly I'm cleaning the wound so it doesn't get infected. Whoever gave you this cut must be real mean. What do you mean they aren't dead?" Tiso gets a wet cloth and continues cleaning the blood.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
"Casey why are you killing innocent people?" Tiso says wiping more blood off of his face
“Are you stupid? They ain’t dead. And don’t touch me.”
"Firstly I'm cleaning the wound so it doesn't get infected. Whoever gave you this cut must be real mean. What do you mean they aren't dead?" Tiso gets a wet cloth and continues cleaning the blood.
Casey swats him away. The cut heals itself. “They ain’t dead.”
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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’m tryna make a character that I can use when other people run encounters…maybe like…A german historian or smth*
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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 trying to open the tent with his scythe.
The accuser is coming towards Casey.
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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%.
A huge, hulking figure in deteriorating plate armor lumbers through the streets. A huge sword wrapped in cloth is on his back. Where his head should be is a skull, bone white, with a crown on top. A small sign nailed to his armor reads, Bird King. He stands at about 9 to 10 feet tall as he examines the streets.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Jack is walking around the town, grumbling to himself. He is trying to write in his journal but writing while walking tends to cause people to run into others.
Eve is reading over the book she stole from Casey in her Tattoo parlor.
Kraus is sharpening his cleaver. He looks sad.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Casey why are you killing innocent people?" Tiso says wiping more blood off of his face
“Are you stupid? They ain’t dead. And don’t touch me.”
"Firstly I'm cleaning the wound so it doesn't get infected. Whoever gave you this cut must be real mean. What do you mean they aren't dead?" Tiso gets a wet cloth and continues cleaning the blood.
Casey swats him away. The cut heals itself. “They ain’t dead.”
"And what does that mean?" Tiso steps back
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Jack is walking around the town, grumbling to himself. He is trying to write in his journal but writing while walking tends to cause people to run into others.
Eve is reading over the book she stole from Casey in her Tattoo parlor.
Kraus is sharpening his cleaver. He looks sad.
Dyn walks in. "I didn't think reading was your style." he says jokingly.
A huge, hulking figure in deteriorating plate armor lumbers towards them. A huge sword wrapped in cloth is on his back. Where his head should be is a skull, bone white, with a crown on top. A small sign nailed to his armor reads, Bird King. He stands at about 9 to 10 feet tall. "Are you ok?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Jack is walking around the town, grumbling to himself. He is trying to write in his journal but writing while walking tends to cause people to run into others.
Eve is reading over the book she stole from Casey in her Tattoo parlor.
Kraus is sharpening his cleaver. He looks sad.
Dyn walks in. "I didn't think reading was your style." he says jokingly.
A huge, hulking figure in deteriorating plate armor lumbers towards them. A huge sword wrapped in cloth is on his back. Where his head should be is a skull, bone white, with a crown on top. A small sign nailed to his armor reads, Bird King. He stands at about 9 to 10 feet tall. "Are you ok?"
She flinches, almost flying out of her chair. "Don't sneak up like that!" She hisses "I don't usually read but this is something I have too."
Jack is walking around the town, grumbling to himself. He is trying to write in his journal but writing while walking tends to cause people to run into others.
Eve is reading over the book she stole from Casey in her Tattoo parlor.
Kraus is sharpening his cleaver. He looks sad.
Dyn walks in. "I didn't think reading was your style." he says jokingly.
A huge, hulking figure in deteriorating plate armor lumbers towards them. A huge sword wrapped in cloth is on his back. Where his head should be is a skull, bone white, with a crown on top. A small sign nailed to his armor reads, Bird King. He stands at about 9 to 10 feet tall. "Are you ok?"
She flinches, almost flying out of her chair. "Don't sneak up like that!" She hisses "I don't usually read but this is something I have too."
He looks up, eyes narrowed. "I am fine.."
"Sorry sorry." he says, a hint of a smile forming. "Why do you gotta read it?"
"You don't seem to be." he says slowly.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Jack is walking around the town, grumbling to himself. He is trying to write in his journal but writing while walking tends to cause people to run into others.
Eve is reading over the book she stole from Casey in her Tattoo parlor.
Kraus is sharpening his cleaver. He looks sad.
Dyn walks in. "I didn't think reading was your style." he says jokingly.
A huge, hulking figure in deteriorating plate armor lumbers towards them. A huge sword wrapped in cloth is on his back. Where his head should be is a skull, bone white, with a crown on top. A small sign nailed to his armor reads, Bird King. He stands at about 9 to 10 feet tall. "Are you ok?"
She flinches, almost flying out of her chair. "Don't sneak up like that!" She hisses "I don't usually read but this is something I have too."
He looks up, eyes narrowed. "I am fine.."
"Sorry sorry." he says, a hint of a smile forming. "Why do you gotta read it?"
"You don't seem to be." he says slowly.
"Ya know that circus performer who came to town. Old boss of mine, he didn't like that I left the show." She said, grumbling.
"I am." He states, his tone clipped and annoyed "What are you askin"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Jack is walking around the town, grumbling to himself. He is trying to write in his journal but writing while walking tends to cause people to run into others.
Eve is reading over the book she stole from Casey in her Tattoo parlor.
Kraus is sharpening his cleaver. He looks sad.
Dyn walks in. "I didn't think reading was your style." he says jokingly.
A huge, hulking figure in deteriorating plate armor lumbers towards them. A huge sword wrapped in cloth is on his back. Where his head should be is a skull, bone white, with a crown on top. A small sign nailed to his armor reads, Bird King. He stands at about 9 to 10 feet tall. "Are you ok?"
She flinches, almost flying out of her chair. "Don't sneak up like that!" She hisses "I don't usually read but this is something I have too."
He looks up, eyes narrowed. "I am fine.."
"Sorry sorry." he says, a hint of a smile forming. "Why do you gotta read it?"
"You don't seem to be." he says slowly.
"Ya know that circus performer who came to town. Old boss of mine, he didn't like that I left the show." She said, grumbling.
"I am." He states, his tone clipped and annoyed "What are you askin"
"I would say kill him but that doesn't seem your style either."
"Because you look sad. I can sense your emotions as well. You are now annoyed with me."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Jack is walking around the town, grumbling to himself. He is trying to write in his journal but writing while walking tends to cause people to run into others.
Eve is reading over the book she stole from Casey in her Tattoo parlor.
Kraus is sharpening his cleaver. He looks sad.
Dyn walks in. "I didn't think reading was your style." he says jokingly.
A huge, hulking figure in deteriorating plate armor lumbers towards them. A huge sword wrapped in cloth is on his back. Where his head should be is a skull, bone white, with a crown on top. A small sign nailed to his armor reads, Bird King. He stands at about 9 to 10 feet tall. "Are you ok?"
She flinches, almost flying out of her chair. "Don't sneak up like that!" She hisses "I don't usually read but this is something I have too."
He looks up, eyes narrowed. "I am fine.."
"Sorry sorry." he says, a hint of a smile forming. "Why do you gotta read it?"
"You don't seem to be." he says slowly.
"Ya know that circus performer who came to town. Old boss of mine, he didn't like that I left the show." She said, grumbling.
"I am." He states, his tone clipped and annoyed "What are you askin"
"I would say kill him but that doesn't seem your style either."
"Because you look sad. I can sense your emotions as well. You are now annoyed with me."
"He has a grip on my being. I defy him, I die." She said, her ears and tail drooping.
"Yeah, a little bit." He narrowed his eyes "I. Am. Fine."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
“Are you stupid? They ain’t dead. And don’t touch 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
"Firstly I'm cleaning the wound so it doesn't get infected. Whoever gave you this cut must be real mean. What do you mean they aren't dead?" Tiso gets a wet cloth and continues cleaning the blood.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Casey swats him away. The cut heals itself. “They ain’t dead.”
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’m tryna make a character that I can use when other people run encounters…maybe like…A german historian or smth*
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
*Hello there*
The Executioner is trying to open the tent with his scythe.
The accuser is coming towards Casey.
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.
*thinking about introing Umbris from Nightmare's Claw here. I've been running all over the taverns trying to find a place for him.*
Tumultus is talking to a poor person.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
*mornin*
Dyn is stiching his scarf back together.
-retrying an intro-
A huge, hulking figure in deteriorating plate armor lumbers through the streets. A huge sword wrapped in cloth is on his back. Where his head should be is a skull, bone white, with a crown on top. A small sign nailed to his armor reads, Bird King. He stands at about 9 to 10 feet tall as he examines the streets.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*good morning people.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*BUDDY!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*(hugs)*
*Hello (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*wanna rp?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Sure!*
Jack is walking around the town, grumbling to himself. He is trying to write in his journal but writing while walking tends to cause people to run into others.
Eve is reading over the book she stole from Casey in her Tattoo parlor.
Kraus is sharpening his cleaver. He looks sad.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"And what does that mean?" Tiso steps back
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Dyn walks in. "I didn't think reading was your style." he says jokingly.
A huge, hulking figure in deteriorating plate armor lumbers towards them. A huge sword wrapped in cloth is on his back. Where his head should be is a skull, bone white, with a crown on top. A small sign nailed to his armor reads, Bird King. He stands at about 9 to 10 feet tall. "Are you ok?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She flinches, almost flying out of her chair. "Don't sneak up like that!" She hisses "I don't usually read but this is something I have too."
He looks up, eyes narrowed. "I am fine.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Sorry sorry." he says, a hint of a smile forming. "Why do you gotta read it?"
"You don't seem to be." he says slowly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Ya know that circus performer who came to town. Old boss of mine, he didn't like that I left the show." She said, grumbling.
"I am." He states, his tone clipped and annoyed "What are you askin"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I would say kill him but that doesn't seem your style either."
"Because you look sad. I can sense your emotions as well. You are now annoyed with me."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"He has a grip on my being. I defy him, I die." She said, her ears and tail drooping.
"Yeah, a little bit." He narrowed his eyes "I. Am. Fine."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Quote cuts!!!*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo