*ohhh wait can we be folklore kinds of mythological things?*
*ooooooh that gives me an idea >:)*
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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!
"Oh no! Looks like I've taken Ragatha... AND DROPPED HER IN THE DEEP FRYER!" -Jax
A young Latin American boy is shoved into the commons. The boy looks to be about 16, and wears baggy jeans and a Primus shirt with the shoulders cut off. The kid is SERIOUSLY cut. Like, 6% body fat is what he looks like. He yells through his teeth when he is shoved into the room and stumbles onto his knee. His hair is curly and covers his eyes mostly. He reaches into his back pocket and produces a truncheon bat. He slowly scans the room, analyzing any person he sees. He decided he is not in danger here and stands up straight, taking a deep breath and calming down slightly.
A Hispanic man with curly hair and a golden headband leans down over him, his eyes a fiery red. “You good hermano?”
The kid breaths through his nose. “Yeah, I’m fine. Where am I?” He crosses his arms and looks around the room.
“Hell. Or the research facility for the incarnated. I prefer hell though.” You notice he’s wearing odd tiger striped pants and a leather jacket with a plain white tee shirt underneath
“Incarnated?”
“Ok lemme break it down for you. You’re a god. Or a hero. Or a monster. The best way I can put it is that you my amigo, are the living reincarnation of some being of myth and folklore. Ever noticed how different you are?”
His brow furrows. “Different? Uh…I…I’m stronger than most people, I guess. I‘m unnatural popular? The public loved me when I took over the mafia.”
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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 Latin American boy is shoved into the commons. The boy looks to be about 16, and wears baggy jeans and a Primus shirt with the shoulders cut off. The kid is SERIOUSLY cut. Like, 6% body fat is what he looks like. He yells through his teeth when he is shoved into the room and stumbles onto his knee. His hair is curly and covers his eyes mostly. He reaches into his back pocket and produces a truncheon bat. He slowly scans the room, analyzing any person he sees. He decided he is not in danger here and stands up straight, taking a deep breath and calming down slightly.
Liam stands infront of him, his bangs only barely obscuring his golden eyes “heya”
He looks Liam in the eye. His voice is low and kind of gravelly. “Hola.”
he holds out a slender hand for kid “Name’s Liam”
The kid shakes his hand with a crushing grip. “Carlo.”
“ah, nice meetin you Carlo! sahme o' de ahthers 'ere'll tell ya dis place is terreble boeht it ain't all dat bad wance you get used to it. we get free food, clahthes, no real schedule, we can do almahst whatever we want”
Liam (Lugh), is walking around with Anthony, talking fast in his Irish accent that no one can understand. He’s 6’1 and he seems to wear ivory tones and gold. Even his eyes are gold, his hair is a golden blonde, though his clothes seem to have paint splotches on em
Anthony is nodding with everything he Liam says, tapping his quarterstaff on his shoulder and occasionally replying.
“Anh, so i was tellin de guards good night, boeht dey always look at me like i'm a foehckin wacko, i dahn't get it! i'm naht dat 'ard to oehnderstand am I?”
“Duuuude I get what you meean.” He says like he’s in slow motion, he slowly turns his head “Did I ever tell you that you have a strong accent.” *Just imagine him in slow mo at all times.*
A young Latin American boy is shoved into the commons. The boy looks to be about 16, and wears baggy jeans and a Primus shirt with the shoulders cut off. The kid is SERIOUSLY cut. Like, 6% body fat is what he looks like. He yells through his teeth when he is shoved into the room and stumbles onto his knee. His hair is curly and covers his eyes mostly. He reaches into his back pocket and produces a truncheon bat. He slowly scans the room, analyzing any person he sees. He decided he is not in danger here and stands up straight, taking a deep breath and calming down slightly.
Liam stands infront of him, his bangs only barely obscuring his golden eyes “heya”
He looks Liam in the eye. His voice is low and kind of gravelly. “Hola.”
he holds out a slender hand for kid “Name’s Liam”
The kid shakes his hand with a crushing grip. “Carlo.”
“ah, nice meetin you Carlo! sahme o' de ahthers 'ere'll tell ya dis place is terreble boeht it ain't all dat bad wance you get used to it. we get free food, clahthes, no real schedule, we can do almahst whatever we want”
*You don’t have to type the accent lol*
”I shouldn’t be here, though. I have things to do. Power to uphold!”
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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 14 year old Caucasian boy is forced into the common room by some guards. He has fiery red hair, lots of freckles, and emerald green eyes. He’s around 5’2 and wears a grey sweatshirt and ripped jeans. His nose is slightly red, and he sneezes every so often. His left hand is always inside his pocket, and he seems suspicious of everyone around him. He has a paranoid look in his eyes.
*His name is William, the reincarnation of Koschei the deathless*
Anthony stops and waves when he sees the kid, he waves pretty slowly with a slight smile.
“W-who are you? Where… where am I?!?” He looks around wildly.
“R.O.I. Dude. Names Anthony but the guards just call me Buddha.” He says in slow motion.
*Jester if there was an acronym it would prolly R.F.I. There’s no O*
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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 Latin American boy is shoved into the commons. The boy looks to be about 16, and wears baggy jeans and a Primus shirt with the shoulders cut off. The kid is SERIOUSLY cut. Like, 6% body fat is what he looks like. He yells through his teeth when he is shoved into the room and stumbles onto his knee. His hair is curly and covers his eyes mostly. He reaches into his back pocket and produces a truncheon bat. He slowly scans the room, analyzing any person he sees. He decided he is not in danger here and stands up straight, taking a deep breath and calming down slightly.
A Hispanic man with curly hair and a golden headband leans down over him, his eyes a fiery red. “You good hermano?”
The kid breaths through his nose. “Yeah, I’m fine. Where am I?” He crosses his arms and looks around the room.
“Hell. Or the research facility for the incarnated. I prefer hell though.” You notice he’s wearing odd tiger striped pants and a leather jacket with a plain white tee shirt underneath
“Incarnated?”
“Ok lemme break it down for you. You’re a god. Or a hero. Or a monster. The best way I can put it is that you my amigo, are the living reincarnation of some being of myth and folklore. Ever noticed how different you are?”
His brow furrows. “Different? Uh…I…I’m stronger than most people, I guess. I‘m unnatural popular? The public loved me when I took over the mafia.”
“Makes sense. Most of us would crush a mortal in a fight.” He thinks for a second “Maybe King Arthur? He was pretty charismatic.” You notice another bizarre detail. This guy has a monkey’s tail
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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.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Liam (Lugh), is walking around with Anthony, talking fast in his Irish accent that no one can understand. He’s 6’1 and he seems to wear ivory tones and gold. Even his eyes are gold, his hair is a golden blonde, though his clothes seem to have paint splotches on em
Anthony is nodding with everything he Liam says, tapping his quarterstaff on his shoulder and occasionally replying.
“Anh, so i was tellin de guards good night, boeht dey always look at me like i'm a foehckin wacko, i dahn't get it! i'm naht dat 'ard to oehnderstand am I?”
“Duuuude I get what you meean.” He says like he’s in slow motion, he slowly turns his head “Did I ever tell you that you have a strong accent.” *Just imagine him in slow mo at all times.*
“do i? i'm joehst speakin de way i was raised to, naht me faoehlt no one oehnderstands cahmmon iresh”
A young Latin American boy is shoved into the commons. The boy looks to be about 16, and wears baggy jeans and a Primus shirt with the shoulders cut off. The kid is SERIOUSLY cut. Like, 6% body fat is what he looks like. He yells through his teeth when he is shoved into the room and stumbles onto his knee. His hair is curly and covers his eyes mostly. He reaches into his back pocket and produces a truncheon bat. He slowly scans the room, analyzing any person he sees. He decided he is not in danger here and stands up straight, taking a deep breath and calming down slightly.
A Hispanic man with curly hair and a golden headband leans down over him, his eyes a fiery red. “You good hermano?”
The kid breaths through his nose. “Yeah, I’m fine. Where am I?” He crosses his arms and looks around the room.
“Hell. Or the research facility for the incarnated. I prefer hell though.” You notice he’s wearing odd tiger striped pants and a leather jacket with a plain white tee shirt underneath
“Incarnated?”
“Ok lemme break it down for you. You’re a god. Or a hero. Or a monster. The best way I can put it is that you my amigo, are the living reincarnation of some being of myth and folklore. Ever noticed how different you are?”
His brow furrows. “Different? Uh…I…I’m stronger than most people, I guess. I‘m unnatural popular? The public loved me when I took over the mafia.”
“Makes sense. Most of us would crush a mortal in a fight.” He thinks for a second “Maybe King Arthur? He was pretty charismatic.” You notice another bizarre detail. This guy has a monkey’s tail
“King Arthur just pulled a sword out of a rock to get his power. If it helps to know, I killed a mafia king and his father to end their terror over my town, then I took control as the people wanted.” He eyes the dude’s tail.
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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 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.
Liam (Lugh), is walking around with Anthony, talking fast in his Irish accent that no one can understand. He’s 6’1 and he seems to wear ivory tones and gold. Even his eyes are gold, his hair is a golden blonde, though his clothes seem to have paint splotches on em
Anthony is nodding with everything he Liam says, tapping his quarterstaff on his shoulder and occasionally replying.
“Anh, so i was tellin de guards good night, boeht dey always look at me like i'm a foehckin wacko, i dahn't get it! i'm naht dat 'ard to oehnderstand am I?”
“Duuuude I get what you meean.” He says like he’s in slow motion, he slowly turns his head “Did I ever tell you that you have a strong accent.” *Just imagine him in slow mo at all times.*
“do i? i'm joehst speakin de way i was raised to, naht me faoehlt no one oehnderstands cahmmon iresh”
“It’s not because you’re Irish, it’s because you’re so Irish you can’t speak English.” He lowers his sunglasses to the tip of his nose.
A young Latin American boy is shoved into the commons. The boy looks to be about 16, and wears baggy jeans and a Primus shirt with the shoulders cut off. The kid is SERIOUSLY cut. Like, 6% body fat is what he looks like. He yells through his teeth when he is shoved into the room and stumbles onto his knee. His hair is curly and covers his eyes mostly. He reaches into his back pocket and produces a truncheon bat. He slowly scans the room, analyzing any person he sees. He decided he is not in danger here and stands up straight, taking a deep breath and calming down slightly.
Liam stands infront of him, his bangs only barely obscuring his golden eyes “heya”
He looks Liam in the eye. His voice is low and kind of gravelly. “Hola.”
he holds out a slender hand for kid “Name’s Liam”
The kid shakes his hand with a crushing grip. “Carlo.”
“ah, nice meetin you Carlo! sahme o' de ahthers 'ere'll tell ya dis place is terreble boeht it ain't all dat bad wance you get used to it. we get free food, clahthes, no real schedule, we can do almahst whatever we want”
*You don’t have to type the accent lol*
”I shouldn’t be here, though. I have things to do. Power to uphold!”
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!
"Oh no! Looks like I've taken Ragatha... AND DROPPED HER IN THE DEEP FRYER!" -Jax
A 14 year old Caucasian boy is forced into the common room by some guards. He has fiery red hair, lots of freckles, and emerald green eyes. He’s around 5’2 and wears a grey sweatshirt and ripped jeans. His nose is slightly red, and he sneezes every so often. His left hand is always inside his pocket, and he seems suspicious of everyone around him. He has a paranoid look in his eyes.
*His name is William, the reincarnation of Koschei the deathless*
Anthony stops and waves when he sees the kid, he waves pretty slowly with a slight smile.
“W-who are you? Where… where am I?!?” He looks around wildly.
“R.O.I. Dude. Names Anthony but the guards just call me Buddha.” He says in slow motion.
A young Latin American boy is shoved into the commons. The boy looks to be about 16, and wears baggy jeans and a Primus shirt with the shoulders cut off. The kid is SERIOUSLY cut. Like, 6% body fat is what he looks like. He yells through his teeth when he is shoved into the room and stumbles onto his knee. His hair is curly and covers his eyes mostly. He reaches into his back pocket and produces a truncheon bat. He slowly scans the room, analyzing any person he sees. He decided he is not in danger here and stands up straight, taking a deep breath and calming down slightly.
A Hispanic man with curly hair and a golden headband leans down over him, his eyes a fiery red. “You good hermano?”
The kid breaths through his nose. “Yeah, I’m fine. Where am I?” He crosses his arms and looks around the room.
“Hell. Or the research facility for the incarnated. I prefer hell though.” You notice he’s wearing odd tiger striped pants and a leather jacket with a plain white tee shirt underneath
“Incarnated?”
“Ok lemme break it down for you. You’re a god. Or a hero. Or a monster. The best way I can put it is that you my amigo, are the living reincarnation of some being of myth and folklore. Ever noticed how different you are?”
His brow furrows. “Different? Uh…I…I’m stronger than most people, I guess. I‘m unnatural popular? The public loved me when I took over the mafia.”
“Makes sense. Most of us would crush a mortal in a fight.” He thinks for a second “Maybe King Arthur? He was pretty charismatic.” You notice another bizarre detail. This guy has a monkey’s tail
“King Arthur just pulled a sword out of a rock to get his power. If it helps to know, I killed a mafia king and his father to end their terror over my town, then I took control as the people wanted.” He eyes the dude’s tail.
“What?” The tail flicks “Not Arthur then. If you want to know for sure I would talk to Old Tony.”
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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.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Liam (Lugh), is walking around with Anthony, talking fast in his Irish accent that no one can understand. He’s 6’1 and he seems to wear ivory tones and gold. Even his eyes are gold, his hair is a golden blonde, though his clothes seem to have paint splotches on em
Anthony is nodding with everything he Liam says, tapping his quarterstaff on his shoulder and occasionally replying.
“Anh, so i was tellin de guards good night, boeht dey always look at me like i'm a foehckin wacko, i dahn't get it! i'm naht dat 'ard to oehnderstand am I?”
“Duuuude I get what you meean.” He says like he’s in slow motion, he slowly turns his head “Did I ever tell you that you have a strong accent.” *Just imagine him in slow mo at all times.*
“do i? i'm joehst speakin de way i was raised to, naht me faoehlt no one oehnderstands cahmmon iresh”
“It’s not because you’re Irish, it’s because you’re so Irish you can’t speak English.” He lowers his sunglasses to the tip of his nose.
A young Latin American boy is shoved into the commons. The boy looks to be about 16, and wears baggy jeans and a Primus shirt with the shoulders cut off. The kid is SERIOUSLY cut. Like, 6% body fat is what he looks like. He yells through his teeth when he is shoved into the room and stumbles onto his knee. His hair is curly and covers his eyes mostly. He reaches into his back pocket and produces a truncheon bat. He slowly scans the room, analyzing any person he sees. He decided he is not in danger here and stands up straight, taking a deep breath and calming down slightly.
He sees Anthony, he’s wearing his baggy clothes to where you can’t actually see skin underneath. He taps his quarterstaff on his shoulder and walks over to him.
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*ooooooh that gives me an idea >:)*
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!
"Oh no! Looks like I've taken Ragatha... AND DROPPED HER IN THE DEEP FRYER!" -Jax
His brow furrows. “Different? Uh…I…I’m stronger than most people, I guess. I‘m unnatural popular? The public loved me when I took over the mafia.”
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.
“ah, nice meetin you Carlo! sahme o' de ahthers 'ere'll tell ya dis place is terreble boeht it ain't all dat bad wance you get used to it. we get free food, clahthes, no real schedule, we can do almahst whatever we want”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
“Duuuude I get what you meean.” He says like he’s in slow motion, he slowly turns his head “Did I ever tell you that you have a strong accent.” *Just imagine him in slow mo at all times.*
*You don’t have to type the accent lol*
”I shouldn’t be here, though. I have things to do. Power to uphold!”
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.
“R.O.I. Dude. Names Anthony but the guards just call me Buddha.” He says in slow motion.
*for the points of this do cryptids count as folklore monsters?*
Sig but long ^w^
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💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. Also, I have a lil bean on a thread. That bean is named Ace, here is the thread
*Jester if there was an acronym it would prolly R.F.I. There’s no O*
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.
“Makes sense. Most of us would crush a mortal in a fight.” He thinks for a second “Maybe King Arthur? He was pretty charismatic.” You notice another bizarre detail. This guy has a monkey’s tail
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.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
“do i? i'm joehst speakin de way i was raised to, naht me faoehlt no one oehnderstands cahmmon iresh”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*I’m gonna say yes if it’s like bigfoot or the yeti. Those are part of cultures*
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.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
“King Arthur just pulled a sword out of a rock to get his power. If it helps to know, I killed a mafia king and his father to end their terror over my town, then I took control as the people wanted.” He eyes the dude’s tail.
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.
*Himy I responded to you on Onions, check it out*
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.
“It’s not because you’re Irish, it’s because you’re so Irish you can’t speak English.” He lowers his sunglasses to the tip of his nose.
*yes. Yes I do.*
“Wha’ the guards callin ya? They call me Lugh”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*could I play a kitsune????*
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!
"Oh no! Looks like I've taken Ragatha... AND DROPPED HER IN THE DEEP FRYER!" -Jax
“Strange nickname… what does R.O.I stand for?”
“What?” The tail flicks “Not Arthur then. If you want to know for sure I would talk to Old Tony.”
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.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
“i speak englesh! i'm speakin englesh right now, i'm naht speakin gaelic”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
He sees Anthony, he’s wearing his baggy clothes to where you can’t actually see skin underneath. He taps his quarterstaff on his shoulder and walks over to him.