The boy stumbles across the floor, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He looks tired, that's for sure. As he looks around you can see a sign of a third eye on his forehead -- just barely visible underneath his disheveled dirty blonde hair -- the ink of the tattoo colored blue. He's a member of the Wiegenlied *lullaby in German* Family, the mark makes it clear. He sets down his heavy bags on a table and nearly trips on something invisible and probably non-existent.
*me overly enthusiastic about people having German last names…*
*hehe*
*do you like German*
*i have no opinion on it. i just was clicking through the Google translate stuff and the German one sounded good*
*-_-*
Asha comes over to him. “Hallo. Who are you?”
The boy doesn't respond at first. After a few awkward seconds, he jumps. "Oh- fhs. I'm tired. Wait no," he shakes his head as if to clear some brain fog. "I'm Trist. Trist Wiegenlied."
"..."
"And I'm also tired."
“Nice to meet you Trist. Im Asha. Asha Amsler. I haven’t met many other German families here.” *evil laugh*
"...oh yeah, pleasure to meet you Asha. Amsler. Uh, what does that name mean?" Trist groans and covers his face. "I just wanna go to sleep..."
“Blackbird. Here, i can lead you to the dorms if you want”
”good. Do you know any martial arts/physical combat?”
"No. Father never let me..."
“Well then. Can you protect yourself or at least dodge things?”
"Yes. I'm good at evasion and swatting things away. I had two brothers that liked projectiles"
A projectile goes flying towards their head. Roll dexterity
8
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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)
The boy stumbles across the floor, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He looks tired, that's for sure. As he looks around you can see a sign of a third eye on his forehead -- just barely visible underneath his disheveled dirty blonde hair -- the ink of the tattoo colored blue. He's a member of the Wiegenlied *lullaby in German* Family, the mark makes it clear. He sets down his heavy bags on a table and nearly trips on something invisible and probably non-existent.
*me overly enthusiastic about people having German last names…*
*hehe*
*do you like German*
*i have no opinion on it. i just was clicking through the Google translate stuff and the German one sounded good*
*-_-*
Asha comes over to him. “Hallo. Who are you?”
The boy doesn't respond at first. After a few awkward seconds, he jumps. "Oh- fhs. I'm tired. Wait no," he shakes his head as if to clear some brain fog. "I'm Trist. Trist Wiegenlied."
"..."
"And I'm also tired."
“Nice to meet you Trist. Im Asha. Asha Amsler. I haven’t met many other German families here.” *evil laugh*
"...oh yeah, pleasure to meet you Asha. Amsler. Uh, what does that name mean?" Trist groans and covers his face. "I just wanna go to sleep..."
“Blackbird. Here, i can lead you to the dorms if you want”
"Dorms? Hm, now that sounds nice." He struggles to his feet, hoisting his heavy bags over his shoulders. "I got the dumbest magic ever, I swear."
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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
The boy stumbles across the floor, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He looks tired, that's for sure. As he looks around you can see a sign of a third eye on his forehead -- just barely visible underneath his disheveled dirty blonde hair -- the ink of the tattoo colored blue. He's a member of the Wiegenlied *lullaby in German* Family, the mark makes it clear. He sets down his heavy bags on a table and nearly trips on something invisible and probably non-existent.
*me overly enthusiastic about people having German last names…*
*hehe*
*do you like German*
*i have no opinion on it. i just was clicking through the Google translate stuff and the German one sounded good*
*-_-*
Asha comes over to him. “Hallo. Who are you?”
The boy doesn't respond at first. After a few awkward seconds, he jumps. "Oh- fhs. I'm tired. Wait no," he shakes his head as if to clear some brain fog. "I'm Trist. Trist Wiegenlied."
"..."
"And I'm also tired."
“Nice to meet you Trist. Im Asha. Asha Amsler. I haven’t met many other German families here.” *evil laugh*
"...oh yeah, pleasure to meet you Asha. Amsler. Uh, what does that name mean?" Trist groans and covers his face. "I just wanna go to sleep..."
“Blackbird. Here, i can lead you to the dorms if you want”
"Dorms? Hm, now that sounds nice." He struggles to his feet, hoisting his heavy bags over his shoulders. "I got the dumbest magic ever, I swear."
”good. Do you know any martial arts/physical combat?”
"No. Father never let me..."
“Well then. Can you protect yourself or at least dodge things?”
"Yes. I'm good at evasion and swatting things away. I had two brothers that liked projectiles"
A projectile goes flying towards their head. Roll dexterity
21
She moves out of the way, the projectile nowhere close to her. “Nice.”
"brothers."
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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)
*alrighty! It is now official!*
*sry which chars yours?*
Sel
They/he
Reading, dnd, theatre, art (Irunwithskissors)
Tossing and turning
The sun’s in the sky
It’s five am, I can’t close my eyes
Reynard is playing a tune on his flute. Currently, his outfit and color scheme has gone from its usual red fox theme to a white fox theme.
“Blackbird. Here, i can lead you to the dorms if you want”
Sel
They/he
Reading, dnd, theatre, art (Irunwithskissors)
Tossing and turning
The sun’s in the sky
It’s five am, I can’t close my eyes
8
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)
Trist wanders past him. A second later his head swivels to look at Reynard. "Dang," he says, stifling a yawn. "You're good at the flute."
(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-)
Martina, trying to read in peace, but failing at it, begins walking towards Reynard
H3ll0 1t’s M4ja
Why 4Re y0u r43d1ng th1s, I 4m ju5t a r4nd0m 5tran3r 7ry1ng to m4ke y0ur L1f3 d1fficul7.
4nyw4ay I L1ke 93rm4n, dy5t0pi4n b00ks, 4nd 0th3r r4nd0m 7hin9s.
P.S. - 1f y0u r34d 7ha7 c0n9atul4t1ons, 1 d0n’t r34lly car3.
"Dorms? Hm, now that sounds nice." He struggles to his feet, hoisting his heavy bags over his shoulders. "I got the dumbest magic ever, I swear."
(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-)
*MAJA!!! YOU CAME ON!!!*
Sel
They/he
Reading, dnd, theatre, art (Irunwithskissors)
Tossing and turning
The sun’s in the sky
It’s five am, I can’t close my eyes
She moves out of the way, the projectile nowhere close to her. “Nice.”
Sel
They/he
Reading, dnd, theatre, art (Irunwithskissors)
Tossing and turning
The sun’s in the sky
It’s five am, I can’t close my eyes
“What is it?”
Sel
They/he
Reading, dnd, theatre, art (Irunwithskissors)
Tossing and turning
The sun’s in the sky
It’s five am, I can’t close my eyes
"My magic? uh, would you like a demonstration or an explanation?"
(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-)
*YEAH SELIA I DID!!!!*
H3ll0 1t’s M4ja
Why 4Re y0u r43d1ng th1s, I 4m ju5t a r4nd0m 5tran3r 7ry1ng to m4ke y0ur L1f3 d1fficul7.
4nyw4ay I L1ke 93rm4n, dy5t0pi4n b00ks, 4nd 0th3r r4nd0m 7hin9s.
P.S. - 1f y0u r34d 7ha7 c0n9atul4t1ons, 1 d0n’t r34lly car3.
*ngl thought you were just gonna spend the whole time reading stuff*
Sel
They/he
Reading, dnd, theatre, art (Irunwithskissors)
Tossing and turning
The sun’s in the sky
It’s five am, I can’t close my eyes
"brothers."
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)
“Either is fine” *imma regret this aren’t i*
Sel
They/he
Reading, dnd, theatre, art (Irunwithskissors)
Tossing and turning
The sun’s in the sky
It’s five am, I can’t close my eyes
*of course u did lol*
H3ll0 1t’s M4ja
Why 4Re y0u r43d1ng th1s, I 4m ju5t a r4nd0m 5tran3r 7ry1ng to m4ke y0ur L1f3 d1fficul7.
4nyw4ay I L1ke 93rm4n, dy5t0pi4n b00ks, 4nd 0th3r r4nd0m 7hin9s.
P.S. - 1f y0u r34d 7ha7 c0n9atul4t1ons, 1 d0n’t r34lly car3.
*thats what you spent all of today doing*
Sel
They/he
Reading, dnd, theatre, art (Irunwithskissors)
Tossing and turning
The sun’s in the sky
It’s five am, I can’t close my eyes
“Can you do anything else?”
Sel
They/he
Reading, dnd, theatre, art (Irunwithskissors)
Tossing and turning
The sun’s in the sky
It’s five am, I can’t close my eyes
*haha we'll see, I literally made up his character on the spot.*
he shrugs. "Okay."
*saving throw please*
*also dw he's not gonna harm her*
(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-)