*I have been rebithed. No longer am I stuck in the bottomless abyss.... hopefully*
A twelve year old with painted porcelain for skin and painted wood for eyes walks around. She has two wings, one looks like a mechanical framework for a wing, the other looks like an angels wing made of giant dove feathers. She has poorly cut short blonde hair and is covered in paint and small, delicate hands. She looks like a poorly taken care of doll.
Appearance:
*Hmmm...*
Douxgras is kneading some dough on a small wooden table when he sees her. "Hello, there!"
"Hello!" her mouth doesn't move when she speaks and her voice is somewhat distorted, but she sounds exited
The monster's ears perk up, then droop a bit. "Ah, no mouth. I guess you can't eat, can you? Well, I can help in other ways. Do you think chicken feathers will work for that wing of yours?"
"Yes in fact! I would love some if you have any to spare!"
"Awesome! I don't have very much right now, but my superb bodyguard has left to bring me some chickens to farm. If there are any spares, I can give you its feathers!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Awesome! I don't have very much right now, but my superb bodyguard has left to bring me some chickens to farm. If there are any spares, I can give you its feathers!"
Skar is currently sleeping in The Shrew’s Inn, how he fit in there? We can never know.
Amidst the bustling of the town and markets and such, the residents of Absit can hear a very loud clopping sound. It grows closer and closer until the gates of the town swing open wildly, revealing a massive blue-crystal horse, shining in the sun. On its back? Serveo the Brave, his hardened skin glows with a pale light. He bears a striking resemblance to his brother Skar, but his exoskeleton grows to resemble a pseudo helmet on his head, and he isn’t quite as massive. Around thirteen feet tall.
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.
"Awesome! I don't have very much right now, but my superb bodyguard has left to bring me some chickens to farm. If there are any spares, I can give you its feathers!"
"Thank you sir! That is very kind of you!"
"You are very welcome! I love helping people where I can! After all, a better world is a better place for me too!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Skar is currently sleeping in The Shrew’s Inn, how he fit in there? We can never know.
Amidst the bustling of the town and markets and such, the residents of Absit can hear a very loud clopping sound. It grows closer and closer until the gates of the town swing open wildly, revealing a massive blue-crystal horse, shining in the sun. On its back? Serveo the Brave, his hardened skin glows with a pale light. He bears a striking resemblance to his brother Skar, but his exoskeleton grows to resemble a pseudo helmet on his head, and he isn’t quite as massive. Around thirteen feet tall.
Douxgras watches Serveo nervously, ready to hide away if need be.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Skar is currently sleeping in The Shrew’s Inn, how he fit in there? We can never know.
Amidst the bustling of the town and markets and such, the residents of Absit can hear a very loud clopping sound. It grows closer and closer until the gates of the town swing open wildly, revealing a massive blue-crystal horse, shining in the sun. On its back? Serveo the Brave, his hardened skin glows with a pale light. He bears a striking resemblance to his brother Skar, but his exoskeleton grows to resemble a pseudo helmet on his head, and he isn’t quite as massive. Around thirteen feet tall.
The Executioner watches Serveo with utter contempt from a rooftop. He spends a lot of time on rooftops.
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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%.
"Awesome! I don't have very much right now, but my superb bodyguard has left to bring me some chickens to farm. If there are any spares, I can give you its feathers!"
"Thank you sir! That is very kind of you!"
"You are very welcome! I love helping people where I can! After all, a better world is a better place for me too!"
"I like your way of thinking sir! I'm Iris, a living doll ! I would love to help you on your quest to improve the world!"
"Awesome! I don't have very much right now, but my superb bodyguard has left to bring me some chickens to farm. If there are any spares, I can give you its feathers!"
"Thank you sir! That is very kind of you!"
"You are very welcome! I love helping people where I can! After all, a better world is a better place for me too!"
"I like your way of thinking sir! I'm Iris, a living doll ! I would love to help you on your quest to improve the world!"
"Great! We can share any information we uncover about this place when we gather! Hmm... did you know they don't have a library here?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Awesome! I don't have very much right now, but my superb bodyguard has left to bring me some chickens to farm. If there are any spares, I can give you its feathers!"
"Thank you sir! That is very kind of you!"
"You are very welcome! I love helping people where I can! After all, a better world is a better place for me too!"
"I like your way of thinking sir! I'm Iris, a living doll ! I would love to help you on your quest to improve the world!"
"Great! We can share any information we uncover about this place when we gather! Hmm... did you know they don't have a library here?"
"Really?! But then How will the children learn proper etiquette?! I must fix this problem as soon as possible!"
Skar is currently sleeping in The Shrew’s Inn, how he fit in there? We can never know.
Amidst the bustling of the town and markets and such, the residents of Absit can hear a very loud clopping sound. It grows closer and closer until the gates of the town swing open wildly, revealing a massive blue-crystal horse, shining in the sun. On its back? Serveo the Brave, his hardened skin glows with a pale light. He bears a striking resemblance to his brother Skar, but his exoskeleton grows to resemble a pseudo helmet on his head, and he isn’t quite as massive. Around thirteen feet tall.
The Executioner watches Serveo with utter contempt from a rooftop. He spends a lot of time on rooftops.
Serveo’s eyes glint. “I know you are watching me, sir. And I can tell you have malice intent. Why don’t you get down from your rooftop, lest I crush your bones and send you tumbling down.”
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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.
*This thread looks amazing! I have a character that would work great for this rebirth!*
An armored figure sits on a dilapidated bench somewhere in Absit. She has short white hair and stone grey eyes, and her scrawny but not quite malnourished physique is partially obscured by a bulky set of standard half-plate that has long since lost its metallic luster. A wooden shield with metal rivets sits holstered on her back, and a longsword's hilt can be seen protruding from a plain leather scabbard at her side, next to a simple leather satchel slung around her shoulder.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*This thread looks amazing! I have a character that would work great for this rebirth!*
An armored figure sits on a dilapidated bench somewhere in Absit. She has short white hair and stone grey eyes, and her scrawny but not quite malnourished physique is partially obscured by a bulky set of standard half-plate that has long since lost its metallic luster. A wooden shield with metal rivets sits holstered on her back, and a longsword's hilt can be seen protruding from a plain leather scabbard at her side, next to a simple leather satchel slung around her shoulder.
Suddenly, she feels a presence behind her. Something powerful, but familiar. When she checks behind her, she sees the massive figure of Skar the Mighty. Lounging on the ground behind her. “Greetings, madam.” As spoken of in myth, his voice is as deep as the abyss.
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.
"Awesome! I don't have very much right now, but my superb bodyguard has left to bring me some chickens to farm. If there are any spares, I can give you its feathers!"
"Thank you sir! That is very kind of you!"
"You are very welcome! I love helping people where I can! After all, a better world is a better place for me too!"
"I like your way of thinking sir! I'm Iris, a living doll ! I would love to help you on your quest to improve the world!"
"Great! We can share any information we uncover about this place when we gather! Hmm... did you know they don't have a library here?"
"Really?! But then How will the children learn proper etiquette?! I must fix this problem as soon as possible!"
"Exactly! We'll need to find an architect, or at least some shelves..."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*This thread looks amazing! I have a character that would work great for this rebirth!*
An armored figure sits on a dilapidated bench somewhere in Absit. She has short white hair and stone grey eyes, and her scrawny but not quite malnourished physique is partially obscured by a bulky set of standard half-plate that has long since lost its metallic luster. A wooden shield with metal rivets sits holstered on her back, and a longsword's hilt can be seen protruding from a plain leather scabbard at her side, next to a simple leather satchel slung around her shoulder.
Suddenly, she feels a presence behind her. Something powerful, but familiar. When she checks behind her, she sees the massive figure of Skar the Mighty. Lounging on the ground behind her. “Greetings, madam.”
She turns around, surprised, discretely placing one hand on her satchel. "Hello." She is visibly more tense around the Great Knight, but tries to remain calm.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*This thread looks amazing! I have a character that would work great for this rebirth!*
An armored figure sits on a dilapidated bench somewhere in Absit. She has short white hair and stone grey eyes, and her scrawny but not quite malnourished physique is partially obscured by a bulky set of standard half-plate that has long since lost its metallic luster. A wooden shield with metal rivets sits holstered on her back, and a longsword's hilt can be seen protruding from a plain leather scabbard at her side, next to a simple leather satchel slung around her shoulder.
Suddenly, she feels a presence behind her. Something powerful, but familiar. When she checks behind her, she sees the massive figure of Skar the Mighty. Lounging on the ground behind her. “Greetings, madam.”
She turns around, surprised, discretely placing one hand on her satchel. "Hello." She is visibly more tense around the Great Knight, but tries to remain calm.
Skar sits up. “Oh, calm yourself. I am not hostile. What is your name?”
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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.
Skar is currently sleeping in The Shrew’s Inn, how he fit in there? We can never know.
Amidst the bustling of the town and markets and such, the residents of Absit can hear a very loud clopping sound. It grows closer and closer until the gates of the town swing open wildly, revealing a massive blue-crystal horse, shining in the sun. On its back? Serveo the Brave, his hardened skin glows with a pale light. He bears a striking resemblance to his brother Skar, but his exoskeleton grows to resemble a pseudo helmet on his head, and he isn’t quite as massive. Around thirteen feet tall.
Douxgras watches Serveo nervously, ready to hide away if need be.
Serveo spots Douxgras. He dismounts from his horse and walks up to him, hand on his blade in a gentlemanly fashion. “Greetings, I have heard you seek work with my chef, Bilzo?”
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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.
"Awesome! I don't have very much right now, but my superb bodyguard has left to bring me some chickens to farm. If there are any spares, I can give you its feathers!"
"Thank you sir! That is very kind of you!"
"You are very welcome! I love helping people where I can! After all, a better world is a better place for me too!"
"I like your way of thinking sir! I'm Iris, a living doll ! I would love to help you on your quest to improve the world!"
"Great! We can share any information we uncover about this place when we gather! Hmm... did you know they don't have a library here?"
"Really?! But then How will the children learn proper etiquette?! I must fix this problem as soon as possible!"
"Exactly! We'll need to find an architect, or at least some shelves..."
"I know how to make a shelter, and Shelves can't be too hard."
Skar is currently sleeping in The Shrew’s Inn, how he fit in there? We can never know.
Amidst the bustling of the town and markets and such, the residents of Absit can hear a very loud clopping sound. It grows closer and closer until the gates of the town swing open wildly, revealing a massive blue-crystal horse, shining in the sun. On its back? Serveo the Brave, his hardened skin glows with a pale light. He bears a striking resemblance to his brother Skar, but his exoskeleton grows to resemble a pseudo helmet on his head, and he isn’t quite as massive. Around thirteen feet tall.
Douxgras watches Serveo nervously, ready to hide away if need be.
Serveo spots Douxgras. He dismounts from his horse and walks up to him, hand on his blade in a gentlemanly fashion. “Greetings, I have heard you seek work with my chef, Bilzo?”
"Ah, yes! I didn't know he was your chef. Deep apologies, my lord. I was simply looking to offer my services to someone who might appreciate my talents."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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*Got to go guys, I am going to a D&D store!*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Awesome! I don't have very much right now, but my superb bodyguard has left to bring me some chickens to farm. If there are any spares, I can give you its feathers!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Bye, friendlad!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Thank you sir! That is very kind of you!"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
Skar is currently sleeping in The Shrew’s Inn, how he fit in there? We can never know.
Amidst the bustling of the town and markets and such, the residents of Absit can hear a very loud clopping sound. It grows closer and closer until the gates of the town swing open wildly, revealing a massive blue-crystal horse, shining in the sun. On its back? Serveo the Brave, his hardened skin glows with a pale light. He bears a striking resemblance to his brother Skar, but his exoskeleton grows to resemble a pseudo helmet on his head, and he isn’t quite as massive. Around thirteen feet tall.
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
"You are very welcome! I love helping people where I can! After all, a better world is a better place for me too!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Douxgras watches Serveo nervously, ready to hide away if need be.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Executioner watches Serveo with utter contempt from a rooftop. He spends a lot of time on rooftops.
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 your way of thinking sir! I'm Iris, a living doll ! I would love to help you on your quest to improve the world!"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
"Great! We can share any information we uncover about this place when we gather! Hmm... did you know they don't have a library here?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Really?! But then How will the children learn proper etiquette?! I must fix this problem as soon as possible!"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
Serveo’s eyes glint. “I know you are watching me, sir. And I can tell you have malice intent. Why don’t you get down from your rooftop, lest I crush your bones and send you tumbling down.”
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
*This thread looks amazing! I have a character that would work great for this rebirth!*
An armored figure sits on a dilapidated bench somewhere in Absit. She has short white hair and stone grey eyes, and her scrawny but not quite malnourished physique is partially obscured by a bulky set of standard half-plate that has long since lost its metallic luster. A wooden shield with metal rivets sits holstered on her back, and a longsword's hilt can be seen protruding from a plain leather scabbard at her side, next to a simple leather satchel slung around her shoulder.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Suddenly, she feels a presence behind her. Something powerful, but familiar. When she checks behind her, she sees the massive figure of Skar the Mighty. Lounging on the ground behind her. “Greetings, madam.” As spoken of in myth, his voice is as deep as the abyss.
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
"Exactly! We'll need to find an architect, or at least some shelves..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She turns around, surprised, discretely placing one hand on her satchel. "Hello." She is visibly more tense around the Great Knight, but tries to remain calm.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Skar sits up. “Oh, calm yourself. I am not hostile. What is your name?”
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
Serveo spots Douxgras. He dismounts from his horse and walks up to him, hand on his blade in a gentlemanly fashion. “Greetings, I have heard you seek work with my chef, Bilzo?”
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 know how to make a shelter, and Shelves can't be too hard."
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
"Ah, yes! I didn't know he was your chef. Deep apologies, my lord. I was simply looking to offer my services to someone who might appreciate my talents."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.