Anthony's soul is floating around in search of something interesting again. His hair is down and scrapes the ground as he floats, or it would if he wasn't just a soul. He is tinted a slight golden and gives off a comforting warmth.
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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.
(Shadow would spar with him, but he's been dragged, unconscious, out of his room and downstairs by a bunch of guards. PLEASE HELP HIM.)
*Ok, I can carry a few rps.*
Leaf sees this and follows.
(Anything to say about this Himy?)
*right* when he gets to the doors leading downstairs a pair of guards stop him “You can’t go down there trickster.”
“Sorry.” He leaves. A few minutes later, a very very tiny bug crawls in under the door.
They don’t notice
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
Long arms knotted with muscles. Shoulders broad, they've carried many loads. Working hands, wide and rough from use are hooked by sausage thick thumbs in suspenders that have dared to span the precipices of the man's massive chest and down the back. He's tall, how tall is hard to say. He has the sort of aura that could make an accountant or secretary chop up his desk and paperwork and get a job in manual labor. Winter sky eyes, bluer than frostbite, storm under a prominent cliff face of a brow. A thick brown beard that looks like it has been combed by tree branches is latched onto the bottom half of his weather worn face. He wears a red flannel shirt, thick, blue pants, heavy working boots, and a wool cap on his head.
This mountainous man is staring at a wall in the common room. Walking through his line of sight could be enough to cut you in half. He strokes his bushy beard with a broad hand, deep in thought.
Long arms knotted with muscles. Shoulders broad, they've carried many loads. Working hands, wide and rough from use are hooked by sausage thick thumbs in suspenders that have dared to span the precipices of the man's massive chest and down the back. He's tall, how tall is hard to say. He has the sort of aura that could make an accountant or secretary chop up his desk and paperwork and get a job in manual labor. Winter sky eyes, bluer than frostbite, storm under a prominent cliff face of a brow. A thick brown beard that looks like it has been combed by tree branches is latched onto the bottom half of his weather worn face. He wears a red flannel shirt, thick, blue pants, heavy working boots, and a wool cap on his head.
This mountainous man is staring at a wall in the common room. Walking through his line of sight could be enough to cut you in half. He strokes his bushy beard with a broad hand, deep in thought.
Anthony's soul floats over and begins to poke the man, sending shivers through his body.
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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.
Long arms knotted with muscles. Shoulders broad, they've carried many loads. Working hands, wide and rough from use are hooked by sausage thick thumbs in suspenders that have dared to span the precipices of the man's massive chest and down the back. He's tall, how tall is hard to say. He has the sort of aura that could make an accountant or secretary chop up his desk and paperwork and get a job in manual labor. Winter sky eyes, bluer than frostbite, storm under a prominent cliff face of a brow. A thick brown beard that looks like it has been combed by tree branches is latched onto the bottom half of his weather worn face. He wears a red flannel shirt, thick, blue pants, heavy working boots, and a wool cap on his head.
This mountainous man is staring at a wall in the common room. Walking through his line of sight could be enough to cut you in half. He strokes his bushy beard with a broad hand, deep in thought.
Anthony's soul floats over and begins to poke the man, sending shivers through his body.
He turns, but the cold doesn't seem to affect him. His voice rumbles out from the deep caverns of his lungs, "Whose this? You some sort of skookum?"
Long arms knotted with muscles. Shoulders broad, they've carried many loads. Working hands, wide and rough from use are hooked by sausage thick thumbs in suspenders that have dared to span the precipices of the man's massive chest and down the back. He's tall, how tall is hard to say. He has the sort of aura that could make an accountant or secretary chop up his desk and paperwork and get a job in manual labor. Winter sky eyes, bluer than frostbite, storm under a prominent cliff face of a brow. A thick brown beard that looks like it has been combed by tree branches is latched onto the bottom half of his weather worn face. He wears a red flannel shirt, thick, blue pants, heavy working boots, and a wool cap on his head.
This mountainous man is staring at a wall in the common room. Walking through his line of sight could be enough to cut you in half. He strokes his bushy beard with a broad hand, deep in thought.
Anthony's soul floats over and begins to poke the man, sending shivers through his body.
He turns, but the cold doesn't seem to affect him. His voice rumbles out from the deep caverns of his lungs, "Whose this? You some sort of skookum?"
Anthony locks eyes with the man, a slightly power pouring from him. His voice as smooth as it is commanding, as he talks at his slow pace "I am Anthony, the guards call me Buddha, who might you be?"
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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.
“Sorry.” He leaves. A few minutes later, a very very tiny bug crawls in under the door.
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
He floats away, informing a guard of the ashes.
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
about a minute later Ash has reformed and is happish again
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
Anthony's soul is floating around in search of something interesting again. His hair is down and scrapes the ground as he floats, or it would if he wasn't just a soul. He is tinted a slight golden and gives off a comforting warmth.
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
The guard notices and Anthony comes back, shaking his head in disappointment.
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
“Pretty good overall… I was gonna say somethin but I forgor”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"who are you?"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
They don’t notice
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
Long arms knotted with muscles. Shoulders broad, they've carried many loads. Working hands, wide and rough from use are hooked by sausage thick thumbs in suspenders that have dared to span the precipices of the man's massive chest and down the back. He's tall, how tall is hard to say. He has the sort of aura that could make an accountant or secretary chop up his desk and paperwork and get a job in manual labor. Winter sky eyes, bluer than frostbite, storm under a prominent cliff face of a brow. A thick brown beard that looks like it has been combed by tree branches is latched onto the bottom half of his weather worn face. He wears a red flannel shirt, thick, blue pants, heavy working boots, and a wool cap on his head.
This mountainous man is staring at a wall in the common room. Walking through his line of sight could be enough to cut you in half. He strokes his bushy beard with a broad hand, deep in thought.
"I am the soul of the man who achieved Apotheosis. Who are you?"
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
Anthony's soul floats over and begins to poke the man, sending shivers through his body.
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
He turns, but the cold doesn't seem to affect him. His voice rumbles out from the deep caverns of his lungs, "Whose this? You some sort of skookum?"
"im Ash! where's Jayi?"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
He goes right in
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“Any idea what it is?”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
Anthony locks eyes with the man, a slightly power pouring from him. His voice as smooth as it is commanding, as he talks at his slow pace "I am Anthony, the guards call me Buddha, who might you be?"
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
"I am yet to know who that is."
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
"who are you?"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
"I think we have been over this part already."
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
Ash's lip starts to tremble
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues