*well so long as it's not op and thread-appropriate I think we're ok*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
*Hes like megumi in the sense he can summon spirits. Im gonna keep it to the demon dogs and hes gonna have some skill in hand to hand combat. Maybe if you guys are good with it ill allow him to have a bear spirit as well?*
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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.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Hes like megumi in the sense he can summon spirits. Im gonna keep it to the demon dogs and hes gonna have some skill in hand to hand combat. Maybe if you guys are good with it ill allow him to have a bear spirit as well?*
*What stat block will you be using for them? And how would they work with thing like initiative?*
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
*Hes like megumi in the sense he can summon spirits. Im gonna keep it to the demon dogs and hes gonna have some skill in hand to hand combat. Maybe if you guys are good with it ill allow him to have a bear spirit as well?*
*What stat block will you be using for them? And how would they work with thing like initiative?*
*id just use normal bear and wolves stat blocks. They would have separate initiative rolls because they are free thinking beings who can follow orders*
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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.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Hes like megumi in the sense he can summon spirits. Im gonna keep it to the demon dogs and hes gonna have some skill in hand to hand combat. Maybe if you guys are good with it ill allow him to have a bear spirit as well?*
*What stat block will you be using for them? And how would they work with thing like initiative?*
*id just use normal bear and wolves stat blocks. They would have separate initiative rolls because they are free thinking beings who can follow orders*
*Ok then*
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
Walking into the academy is a new kid. He wears a black buttoned up jacket and blue jeans. He wears combat boots and has short and messy brown hair and bright green eyes. He looks around the place slightly impressed as he shoves his hands in his pockets.
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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.
Walking into the academy is a new kid. He wears a black buttoned up jacket and blue jeans. He wears combat boots and has short and messy brown hair and bright green eyes. He looks around the place slightly impressed as he shoves his hands in his pockets.
He sees Cyrus reading in the courtyard, while hanging upside down from a tree
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
Walking into the academy is a new kid. He wears a black buttoned up jacket and blue jeans. He wears combat boots and has short and messy brown hair and bright green eyes. He looks around the place slightly impressed as he shoves his hands in his pockets.
He sees Cyrus reading in the courtyard, while hanging upside down from a tree
"Yo!" he says, raising a hand in a slight wave
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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.
Walking into the academy is a new kid. He wears a black buttoned up jacket and blue jeans. He wears combat boots and has short and messy brown hair and bright green eyes. He looks around the place slightly impressed as he shoves his hands in his pockets.
He sees Cyrus reading in the courtyard, while hanging upside down from a tree
"Yo!" he says, raising a hand in a slight wave
He looks up from his book “Hey.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
Walking into the academy is a new kid. He wears a black buttoned up jacket and blue jeans. He wears combat boots and has short and messy brown hair and bright green eyes. He looks around the place slightly impressed as he shoves his hands in his pockets.
He sees Cyrus reading in the courtyard, while hanging upside down from a tree
"Yo!" he says, raising a hand in a slight wave
He looks up from his book “Hey.”
"Whats this place like. I'm new here." he says, one hand on the back of his neck as he chuckles nervously
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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.
Walking into the academy is a new kid. He wears a black buttoned up jacket and blue jeans. He wears combat boots and has short and messy brown hair and bright green eyes. He looks around the place slightly impressed as he shoves his hands in his pockets.
He sees Cyrus reading in the courtyard, while hanging upside down from a tree
"Yo!" he says, raising a hand in a slight wave
He looks up from his book “Hey.”
"Whats this place like. I'm new here." he says, one hand on the back of his neck as he chuckles nervously
“You learn magic. Classes aren’t necessary required. You just go when you feel like. I prefer to do my own research. Hence why I’m reading. Who are you? I’m Cyrus Radharc.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
Walking into the academy is a new kid. He wears a black buttoned up jacket and blue jeans. He wears combat boots and has short and messy brown hair and bright green eyes. He looks around the place slightly impressed as he shoves his hands in his pockets.
He sees Cyrus reading in the courtyard, while hanging upside down from a tree
"Yo!" he says, raising a hand in a slight wave
He looks up from his book “Hey.”
"Whats this place like. I'm new here." he says, one hand on the back of his neck as he chuckles nervously
“You learn magic. Classes aren’t necessary required. You just go when you feel like. I prefer to do my own research. Hence why I’m reading. Who are you? I’m Cyrus Radharc.”
"Oh cool..my names Leonidas Zenin. You can call me Leo though. Nice to meet ya."
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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.
Walking into the academy is a new kid. He wears a black buttoned up jacket and blue jeans. He wears combat boots and has short and messy brown hair and bright green eyes. He looks around the place slightly impressed as he shoves his hands in his pockets.
He sees Cyrus reading in the courtyard, while hanging upside down from a tree
"Yo!" he says, raising a hand in a slight wave
He looks up from his book “Hey.”
"Whats this place like. I'm new here." he says, one hand on the back of his neck as he chuckles nervously
“You learn magic. Classes aren’t necessary required. You just go when you feel like. I prefer to do my own research. Hence why I’m reading. Who are you? I’m Cyrus Radharc.”
"Oh cool..my names Leonidas Zenin. You can call me Leo though. Nice to meet ya."
“Hmm. Leonidas, warrior king of Sparta. Famous for defeating the Persian army with only 300 troops.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
Walking into the academy is a new kid. He wears a black buttoned up jacket and blue jeans. He wears combat boots and has short and messy brown hair and bright green eyes. He looks around the place slightly impressed as he shoves his hands in his pockets.
He sees Cyrus reading in the courtyard, while hanging upside down from a tree
"Yo!" he says, raising a hand in a slight wave
He looks up from his book “Hey.”
"Whats this place like. I'm new here." he says, one hand on the back of his neck as he chuckles nervously
“You learn magic. Classes aren’t necessary required. You just go when you feel like. I prefer to do my own research. Hence why I’m reading. Who are you? I’m Cyrus Radharc.”
"Oh cool..my names Leonidas Zenin. You can call me Leo though. Nice to meet ya."
“Hmm. Leonidas, warrior king of Sparta. Famous for defeating the Persian army with only 300 troops.”
He waves a hand dismissively. "Boring to be honest."
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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.
Walking into the academy is a new kid. He wears a black buttoned up jacket and blue jeans. He wears combat boots and has short and messy brown hair and bright green eyes. He looks around the place slightly impressed as he shoves his hands in his pockets.
He sees Cyrus reading in the courtyard, while hanging upside down from a tree
"Yo!" he says, raising a hand in a slight wave
He looks up from his book “Hey.”
"Whats this place like. I'm new here." he says, one hand on the back of his neck as he chuckles nervously
“You learn magic. Classes aren’t necessary required. You just go when you feel like. I prefer to do my own research. Hence why I’m reading. Who are you? I’m Cyrus Radharc.”
"Oh cool..my names Leonidas Zenin. You can call me Leo though. Nice to meet ya."
“Hmm. Leonidas, warrior king of Sparta. Famous for defeating the Persian army with only 300 troops.”
He waves a hand dismissively. "Boring to be honest."
“Could you do better? Mind you this was without magic and they fought over 100,000 enemies.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
Walking into the academy is a new kid. He wears a black buttoned up jacket and blue jeans. He wears combat boots and has short and messy brown hair and bright green eyes. He looks around the place slightly impressed as he shoves his hands in his pockets.
He sees Cyrus reading in the courtyard, while hanging upside down from a tree
"Yo!" he says, raising a hand in a slight wave
He looks up from his book “Hey.”
"Whats this place like. I'm new here." he says, one hand on the back of his neck as he chuckles nervously
“You learn magic. Classes aren’t necessary required. You just go when you feel like. I prefer to do my own research. Hence why I’m reading. Who are you? I’m Cyrus Radharc.”
"Oh cool..my names Leonidas Zenin. You can call me Leo though. Nice to meet ya."
“Hmm. Leonidas, warrior king of Sparta. Famous for defeating the Persian army with only 300 troops.”
He waves a hand dismissively. "Boring to be honest."
“Could you do better? Mind you this was without magic and they fought over 100,000 enemies.”
"Eh, probably." he says with a shrug. "leonidas was limited by moral codes, im not."
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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.
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*well so long as it's not op and thread-appropriate I think we're ok*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Yeah dont worry. ill probably keep him to hand to hand combat and his demon dogs*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*What do you have in mind?*
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
*Hes like megumi in the sense he can summon spirits. Im gonna keep it to the demon dogs and hes gonna have some skill in hand to hand combat. Maybe if you guys are good with it ill allow him to have a bear spirit as well?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*maybe idk*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*What stat block will you be using for them? And how would they work with thing like initiative?*
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
*id just use normal bear and wolves stat blocks. They would have separate initiative rolls because they are free thinking beings who can follow orders*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*ok*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Ok then*
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
*YIPPIEE!!!!!*
Walking into the academy is a new kid. He wears a black buttoned up jacket and blue jeans. He wears combat boots and has short and messy brown hair and bright green eyes. He looks around the place slightly impressed as he shoves his hands in his pockets.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He sees Cyrus reading in the courtyard, while hanging upside down from a tree
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
"Yo!" he says, raising a hand in a slight wave
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He looks up from his book “Hey.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
"Whats this place like. I'm new here." he says, one hand on the back of his neck as he chuckles nervously
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“You learn magic. Classes aren’t necessary required. You just go when you feel like. I prefer to do my own research. Hence why I’m reading. Who are you? I’m Cyrus Radharc.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
"Oh cool..my names Leonidas Zenin. You can call me Leo though. Nice to meet ya."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Hmm. Leonidas, warrior king of Sparta. Famous for defeating the Persian army with only 300 troops.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
He waves a hand dismissively. "Boring to be honest."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Could you do better? Mind you this was without magic and they fought over 100,000 enemies.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
"Eh, probably." he says with a shrug. "leonidas was limited by moral codes, im not."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.