*time to into* a young man, around 17 maybe wanders along the edge of the island wind whipping through his sandy blond hair. He has a rapier at his side and a smile on his face as he hops over the washed up wreckage of ships
Another young man, around 20, stands on the coast, looking out to sea. He has odd markings on his bald head.
“Hey” he has a slight British accent “how are ya mate?”
He breaks out of his reverie and turns his head. " 'Mate' would Be the wrong Description of me at this time. I do not believe we have met." He sighs. " As an answer to the question, I am doing fine. Relatively." He speaks in a posh british accent with a bit of french over the top.
*jsyk his accent is cockney* “come on bruh. We’re all trapped here together.”
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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.
*time to into* a young man, around 17 maybe wanders along the edge of the island wind whipping through his sandy blond hair. He has a rapier at his side and a smile on his face as he hops over the washed up wreckage of ships
Another young man, around 20, stands on the coast, looking out to sea. He has odd markings on his bald head.
“Hey” he has a slight British accent “how are ya mate?”
He breaks out of his reverie and turns his head. " 'Mate' would Be the wrong Description of me at this time. I do not believe we have met." He sighs. " As an answer to the question, I am doing fine. Relatively." He speaks in a posh british accent with a bit of french over the top.
*jsyk his accent is cockney* “come on bruh. We’re all trapped here together.”
"You're right, I guess. May as well make use of that. What's your name?"
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
A young man is trudging across the island, against the heavy wind. He wears a large blue coat and a bowler hat that he is struggling to keep on his head. His dirty-blonde hair is puffy and curly, and he wears a button up shirt with brown cargo pants. At his side is a large rapier in its scabbard with an extravagant handle. In his hand that isn’t holding his hat on, he has a large briefcase that is obviously stuffed to the brim.
Another young man is standing in the wind, hardly flinching. He has odd marks on his face and looks rather imperious. He watches the man approach.
The man walks straight past the oddly marked man, barely even tipping his hat.
*Whoops missed this*
"Rude." The man mutters under his breath.
He turns and speaks over the wind. “Terribly sorry, I’m in a bit of a hurry.” He speaks in a quiet and relaxed voice with a casual british accent.
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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.
A young man is trudging across the island, against the heavy wind. He wears a large blue coat and a bowler hat that he is struggling to keep on his head. His dirty-blonde hair is puffy and curly, and he wears a button up shirt with brown cargo pants. At his side is a large rapier in its scabbard with an extravagant handle. In his hand that isn’t holding his hat on, he has a large briefcase that is obviously stuffed to the brim.
Another young man is standing in the wind, hardly flinching. He has odd marks on his face and looks rather imperious. He watches the man approach.
The man walks straight past the oddly marked man, barely even tipping his hat.
*Whoops missed this*
"Rude." The man mutters under his breath.
He turns and speaks over the wind. “Terribly sorry, I’m in a bit of a hurry.” He speaks in a quiet and relaxed voice with a casual british accent.
"To get where? There's nothing on this god-forsaken island." The man speaks with a light french accent overlayed with a posh british accent.
*time to into* a young man, around 17 maybe wanders along the edge of the island wind whipping through his sandy blond hair. He has a rapier at his side and a smile on his face as he hops over the washed up wreckage of ships
Another young man, around 20, stands on the coast, looking out to sea. He has odd markings on his bald head.
“Hey” he has a slight British accent “how are ya mate?”
He breaks out of his reverie and turns his head. " 'Mate' would Be the wrong Description of me at this time. I do not believe we have met." He sighs. " As an answer to the question, I am doing fine. Relatively." He speaks in a posh british accent with a bit of french over the top.
*jsyk his accent is cockney* “come on bruh. We’re all trapped here together.”
"You're right, I guess. May as well make use of that. What's your name?"
“Henry. You can call me hen”
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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.
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.
*time to into* a young man, around 17 maybe wanders along the edge of the island wind whipping through his sandy blond hair. He has a rapier at his side and a smile on his face as he hops over the washed up wreckage of ships
Another young man, around 20, stands on the coast, looking out to sea. He has odd markings on his bald head.
“Hey” he has a slight British accent “how are ya mate?”
He breaks out of his reverie and turns his head. " 'Mate' would Be the wrong Description of me at this time. I do not believe we have met." He sighs. " As an answer to the question, I am doing fine. Relatively." He speaks in a posh british accent with a bit of french over the top.
*jsyk his accent is cockney* “come on bruh. We’re all trapped here together.”
"You're right, I guess. May as well make use of that. What's your name?"
“Henry. You can call me hen”
"I'd prefer Henry. I'm SIlent Sin. Call me Silen." He says this as if Silent Sin is an everyday name.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
A young man is trudging across the island, against the heavy wind. He wears a large blue coat and a bowler hat that he is struggling to keep on his head. His dirty-blonde hair is puffy and curly, and he wears a button up shirt with brown cargo pants. At his side is a large rapier in its scabbard with an extravagant handle. In his hand that isn’t holding his hat on, he has a large briefcase that is obviously stuffed to the brim.
Another young man is standing in the wind, hardly flinching. He has odd marks on his face and looks rather imperious. He watches the man approach.
The man walks straight past the oddly marked man, barely even tipping his hat.
*Whoops missed this*
"Rude." The man mutters under his breath.
He turns and speaks over the wind. “Terribly sorry, I’m in a bit of a hurry.” He speaks in a quiet and relaxed voice with a casual british accent.
"To get where? There's nothing on this god-forsaken island." The man speaks with a light french accent overlayed with a posh british accent.
He pounds his palm with his fist. “I’ve got to make good use of this storm.”
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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.
*time to into* a young man, around 17 maybe wanders along the edge of the island wind whipping through his sandy blond hair. He has a rapier at his side and a smile on his face as he hops over the washed up wreckage of ships
Another young man, around 20, stands on the coast, looking out to sea. He has odd markings on his bald head.
“Hey” he has a slight British accent “how are ya mate?”
He breaks out of his reverie and turns his head. " 'Mate' would Be the wrong Description of me at this time. I do not believe we have met." He sighs. " As an answer to the question, I am doing fine. Relatively." He speaks in a posh british accent with a bit of french over the top.
*jsyk his accent is cockney* “come on bruh. We’re all trapped here together.”
"You're right, I guess. May as well make use of that. What's your name?"
“Henry. You can call me hen”
"I'd prefer Henry. I'm SIlent Sin. Call me Silen." He says this as if Silent Sin is an everyday name.
“….”
”was your mum mental? What kinda name is that?”
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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.
A young man is trudging across the island, against the heavy wind. He wears a large blue coat and a bowler hat that he is struggling to keep on his head. His dirty-blonde hair is puffy and curly, and he wears a button up shirt with brown cargo pants. At his side is a large rapier in its scabbard with an extravagant handle. In his hand that isn’t holding his hat on, he has a large briefcase that is obviously stuffed to the brim.
Another young man is standing in the wind, hardly flinching. He has odd marks on his face and looks rather imperious. He watches the man approach.
The man walks straight past the oddly marked man, barely even tipping his hat.
*Whoops missed this*
"Rude." The man mutters under his breath.
He turns and speaks over the wind. “Terribly sorry, I’m in a bit of a hurry.” He speaks in a quiet and relaxed voice with a casual british accent.
"To get where? There's nothing on this god-forsaken island." The man speaks with a light french accent overlayed with a posh british accent.
He pounds his palm with his fist. “I’ve got to make good use of this storm.”
"With something in that briefcase, I guess?"
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*time to into* a young man, around 17 maybe wanders along the edge of the island wind whipping through his sandy blond hair. He has a rapier at his side and a smile on his face as he hops over the washed up wreckage of ships
Another young man, around 20, stands on the coast, looking out to sea. He has odd markings on his bald head.
“Hey” he has a slight British accent “how are ya mate?”
He breaks out of his reverie and turns his head. " 'Mate' would Be the wrong Description of me at this time. I do not believe we have met." He sighs. " As an answer to the question, I am doing fine. Relatively." He speaks in a posh british accent with a bit of french over the top.
*jsyk his accent is cockney* “come on bruh. We’re all trapped here together.”
"You're right, I guess. May as well make use of that. What's your name?"
“Henry. You can call me hen”
"I'd prefer Henry. I'm SIlent Sin. Call me Silen." He says this as if Silent Sin is an everyday name.
“….”
”was your mum mental? What kinda name is that?”
"My mother named me something I can't remember. Silent Sin is the 'name' given to me by my order when my parents were killed by ghouls."
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
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.
“Eh. Never been one for organizations. So how did ya get here?”
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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.
Haiiiiii, I’m Druid! (he/they/it/moth/fae/star) I'm a smol insane queer lil' mess with a terrible mental state! I'm also a therian and furry :3 My current obsessions are The Amazing Digital Circus and Hazbin Hotel, so if you ever wanna chat about that, I'm always happy to! GIVE ME YOUR MONSTER.
"Oh no! Looks like I've taken Ragatha... AND DROPPED HER IN THE DEEP FRYER!" -Jax
*himy what counts as a ‘fantasy race’? Anything other than human?*
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
*would a changeling be okay?? I wanna play Jaq in yet another thread lol*
*edit: HAUNTED!*
*yes and that would take a touched slot*
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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.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
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*jsyk his accent is cockney* “come on bruh. We’re all trapped here together.”
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.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"You're right, I guess. May as well make use of that. What's your name?"
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
He turns and speaks over the wind. “Terribly sorry, I’m in a bit of a hurry.” He speaks in a quiet and relaxed voice with a casual british accent.
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
"To get where? There's nothing on this god-forsaken island." The man speaks with a light french accent overlayed with a posh british accent.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*can I get unlimited ammo? as one of the traits?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Henry. You can call me hen”
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.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*ok.*
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.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"I'd prefer Henry. I'm SIlent Sin. Call me Silen." He says this as if Silent Sin is an everyday name.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
He pounds his palm with his fist. “I’ve got to make good use of this storm.”
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
“….”
”was your mum mental? What kinda name is that?”
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.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*yes! spikey spikes will stab! (I am clearly ecstatic about this)*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"With something in that briefcase, I guess?"
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
"My mother named me something I can't remember. Silent Sin is the 'name' given to me by my order when my parents were killed by ghouls."
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*cut*
”so you a blood hunter?”
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.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"Monk. Way of the Cobalt Soul."
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
“Eh. Never been one for organizations. So how did ya get here?”
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.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"I was on a boat with some other members of my order and it got shipwrecked. I woke up here."
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*would a changeling be okay?? I wanna play Jaq in yet another thread lol*
*edit: HAUNTED!*
Haiiiiii, I’m Druid! (he/they/it/moth/fae/star) I'm a smol insane queer lil' mess with a terrible mental state! I'm also a therian and furry :3 My current obsessions are The Amazing Digital Circus and Hazbin Hotel, so if you ever wanna chat about that, I'm always happy to! GIVE ME YOUR MONSTER.
"Oh no! Looks like I've taken Ragatha... AND DROPPED HER IN THE DEEP FRYER!" -Jax
*himy what counts as a ‘fantasy race’? Anything other than human?*
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
(Both are links, please click them…)
*yes and that would take a touched slot*
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.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow