*So I've been working on what powers I want Douxgras to have, and I've decided on a couple of things:*
*A: He is very slow and weak physically. He is about as healthy as he looks, and he needs to eat a lot more than most creatures of his size.* *B: He has no vitals, but he does have his original skeleton hidden inside his body. It constantly and magically creates sugar, which grants him* *C: Regeneration and the ability to create confections from calories which is somewhat useful because* *D: He can manipulate sugar, causing it to fly through the air, melt, harden, and reshape as he wills. This is not very useful though, as sugar is still very weak no matter how much telekinesis you put into it. I guess I could burn people with boiling caramel, but that would likely count as "Causing undue suffering" or something like that.* *E: He can use the Dulcekinesis on the last point to manipulate his body... slowly... very slowly...*
*Theoretically he could make a boulder out of sugar and throw it, but that would take a lot of calories to use and he would be too weak to use it effectively. Also, he is too heavy to fly. His Sucrokinesis is not that strong... yet.*
*F: He has the Necronomnomnomicon, allowing him to put magical effects into the food he creates and improve the health of plants and animals nearby.*
*I vote F*
*He has all of them.*
*I vote for F to be use drastically more then the rest*
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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.
”Me neither, my friend. It will hopefully be a wonderful experience.”
“Maybe” she sounds far away.
“And what is your name?”
“Oh-my name is Yena.”
“Pleasure, I am Serveo.”
“Nice to meet you” her gaze turns to the timer. “The timer just went down”
Serveo turns his head. “Ah, they must have gone off course. It flipped by two hours.”
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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.
”Me neither, my friend. It will hopefully be a wonderful experience.”
“Maybe” she sounds far away.
“And what is your name?”
“Oh-my name is Yena.”
“Pleasure, I am Serveo.”
“Nice to meet you” her gaze turns to the timer. “The timer just went down”
Serveo turns his head. “Ah, they must have gone off course. It flipped by two hours.”
“Yeah…”
“What fun. We won’t have to wait so long any longer.”
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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 teenage boy looks tired. Half his face is smudged with a thick layer of black dust, his clothing mimicking the same shade on the same side. His hair looks somewhat disheveled and his both of shoes has holes, his big toes sticking out. Behind him he pulls a rickety cart of coal that rumbles, little pieces falling into the streets every couple of meters he travels.
Above his shoulders are two, small, humanoid creatures, a golden shining one floating above the dust covered half, the red creature on the other, cleaner side. Upon closer inspection it becomes clear that the hovering duo represents an angel and a devil. The angel appears to be glaring at passerbys, mouth and gestures full of rudeness. The devil, on the other hand, is the opposite. Shy and resigned, she sits there, apologizing in almost a bashful manner.
Suddenly, a creaky wheel comes lose the cart collapses on one side, and cloud of black bursting into the air as coal tumbles to the pavement, leaving the surrounding people coughing and waving their arms to clear the dust.
The crash of the cart causes Tiso to wake up and walk out of the tavern "Whats with the noise?"
The heavy soot clears to reveal the boy kicking the spilled coal back towards the cart in almost a blasé, emotionless manner. Almost as if the dust has zero effect on him and he isn't causing a traffic block in the streets (despite the dirty looks he is receiving). Almost like he just literally doesn't care.
"Hey kid do you need help with that or are you just going to spend all day cleaning that up. " Tiso walks over and attempts to help clean
The teenager glances up at Tiso before whispering something under his breath. A second later, the angel straightens.
"[GP] you!" He screams, finger pointed in anger at Tiso.
The devil stands. "Shh, don't say that!" She whimpers to the angel. "They're just trying to help!"
Tiso raises an eye brow and smirks "That's a new one, I like it. What's your name kiddo?" as Tiso continues cleaning the wagon.
The boy, again, whispers something under breath. The angel and devil glance towards each other before beginning a best-outta-three rock-paper-scissors match. The devil wins, causing a storm for curse words to fly from the angels mouth.
"Sorry..." The devil hiccups, seeming in the verge of tears.
"My name is Damian," the teenager says. "These little dudes on my shoulders control when I talk, so sorry if my replies are small and few between." He gives a smile.
"Okay, okay, okay!" The angel yells, his voice surprisingly loud for such a small being. "That's enough niceness! Deal is over! Time has reached it's limit!"
There's no sound, but the surrounding people can feel the suddenly burst and fall of energy. Damien rolls his eyes and resumes his slouched, uncaring position, his mouth sealed shut.
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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
“I have no clue. Perhaps he is in a tavern?” She doesn’t look at him at all. She seems nervous again. Her hands are in her dress pockets but you can see she want to either run or hide… or both.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
*Everybody’s just on the streets or in a tavern or something.*
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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.
My Fairy guy walks up to Douxgras. “That looks good.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
“I have no clue. Perhaps he is in a tavern?” She doesn’t look at him at all. She seems nervous again. Her hands are in her dress pockets but you can see she want to either run or hide… or both.
Reqka looks at Yena, confused. her head seems to twist to the left a bit
"I am no threat- I am a druid just like you, and I have a giant moth- you can pet him if you want"
“I have no clue. Perhaps he is in a tavern?” She doesn’t look at him at all. She seems nervous again. Her hands are in her dress pockets but you can see she want to either run or hide… or both.
Reqka looks at Yena, confused. her head seems to twist to the left a bit
"I am no threat- I am a druid just like you, and I have a giant moth- you can pet him if you want"
she points to Atlas
“Oh uh. It’s not you… I just don’t like big crowds… but I love your moth!!” She seems excited.
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She/they
loves food
that sums me up
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“Nice to meet you” her gaze turns to the timer. “The timer just went down”
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
*I vote for F to be use drastically more then the rest*
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
*Why are you voting for anything?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Serveo turns his head. “Ah, they must have gone off course. It flipped by two hours.”
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
*Is there anything wrong with it?*
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
“Yeah…”
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
“What fun. We won’t have to wait so long any longer.”
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
Reqka finally makes it back to absit- and gives some of the mushrooms (the right amount where I can keep 1, and give 2 to the chef guy)
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
The boy, again, whispers something under breath. The angel and devil glance towards each other before beginning a best-outta-three rock-paper-scissors match. The devil wins, causing a storm for curse words to fly from the angels mouth.
"Sorry..." The devil hiccups, seeming in the verge of tears.
"My name is Damian," the teenager says. "These little dudes on my shoulders control when I talk, so sorry if my replies are small and few between." He gives a smile.
"Okay, okay, okay!" The angel yells, his voice surprisingly loud for such a small being. "That's enough niceness! Deal is over! Time has reached it's limit!"
There's no sound, but the surrounding people can feel the suddenly burst and fall of energy. Damien rolls his eyes and resumes his slouched, uncaring position, his mouth sealed shut.
(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-)
*I mean I guess not, but I didn't call for a vote.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She just nods. Looking at the mass coming their way.
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
Reqka walks over to yena
"where is Skar?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“I have no clue. Perhaps he is in a tavern?” She doesn’t look at him at all. She seems nervous again. Her hands are in her dress pockets but you can see she want to either run or hide… or both.
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
Douxgras is cooking up one of the deer Kraus brought him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Where are yalls characters?*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
*Everybody’s just on the streets or in a tavern or something.*
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
Okay.
My Fairy guy walks up to Douxgras. “That looks good.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
Merko slowly slithers towards any sort of healer or surgeon/doctor they can find.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
Reqka looks at Yena, confused. her head seems to twist to the left a bit
"I am no threat- I am a druid just like you, and I have a giant moth- you can pet him if you want"
she points to Atlas
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Oh uh. It’s not you… I just don’t like big crowds… but I love your moth!!” She seems excited.
She/they
loves food
that sums me up