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 seventeen year old guy with messy black hair and green eyes is wandering around
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The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… Anyways HI! I’m Bananer, pronouns He/They, andddddd yeah. Bye, ig. yoyt.
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.”
“I will. Who are you the reincarnation of?”
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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.
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.
The guy breaths through his nose and looks up at him. “Who’re you?”
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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.
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.
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
An indistinct, shadowy figure seems to slip out from under the door to a room and into the Commons. He then solidifies into a bulky, tall man with skin, eyes, and hair as black as midnight. He is wearing a black leather jacket, a black shirt, black combat boots, and very dark gray camo pants. His hair is messy and swept to the side, and his eyes keep shifting from place to place, trying to take in as much as he can.
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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.
The guy breaths through his nose and looks up at him. “Who’re you?”
“Anthony, but the guards to call me Buddha.” He says slow as molasses.
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.
The guy breaths through his nose and looks up at him. “Who’re you?”
“Anthony, but the guards to call me Buddha.” He says slow as molasses.
“I’m Carlo. I can guess who you’re incarnated from.”
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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 seventeen year old guy with messy black hair and green eyes is wandering around
He bumps into Anthony, he puts his hands up slowly to apologize.
“Hey…”
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The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… Anyways HI! I’m Bananer, pronouns He/They, andddddd yeah. Bye, ig. yoyt.
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.”
“I will. Who are you the reincarnation of?”
He steps back “You really can’t tell? The pants. The headband. The eyes. The tail.” He does a backflip and instead of landing on the ground, he lands on a cloud floating a few feet of the ground “Take a guess.”
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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.”
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.
The guy breaths through his nose and looks up at him. “Who’re you?”
“Anthony, but the guards to call me Buddha.” He says slow as molasses.
“I’m Carlo. I can guess who you’re incarnated from.”
“I don’t try to hide it.” He shrugs “Anyone who tries to fight, learns better or dies.”
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.
“Okay dude. Then why can’t the guards understand you when they speak it?”
A seventeen year old guy with messy black hair and green eyes is wandering around
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… Anyways HI! I’m Bananer, pronouns He/They, andddddd yeah. Bye, ig. yoyt.
PRAISE JEFF!
(That was a link. Click. Now.)
“I will. Who are you the reincarnation of?”
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 opens his mouth, closes it, and huffs
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
The guy breaths through his nose and looks up at him. “Who’re you?”
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.
*yep*
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
He bumps into Anthony, he puts his hands up slowly to apologize.
“Exactly. I know why they don’t bother talking to me. I talk pretty slow for most.”
* <clapping paws> yayyyyy!*
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
(Reborn)
An indistinct, shadowy figure seems to slip out from under the door to a room and into the Commons. He then solidifies into a bulky, tall man with skin, eyes, and hair as black as midnight. He is wearing a black leather jacket, a black shirt, black combat boots, and very dark gray camo pants. His hair is messy and swept to the side, and his eyes keep shifting from place to place, trying to take in as much as he can.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Extended sig
“Anthony, but the guards to call me Buddha.” He says slow as molasses.
*why are there no individual good reptiles I can find in myths...?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025 (They still alive, but banished to being a lurker now)
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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
“Cuz dey oehnderstand ya”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
“I’m Carlo. I can guess who you’re incarnated from.”
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.
“Hey…”
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… Anyways HI! I’m Bananer, pronouns He/They, andddddd yeah. Bye, ig. yoyt.
PRAISE JEFF!
(That was a link. Click. Now.)
*python. The Basilisk.*
He steps back “You really can’t tell? The pants. The headband. The eyes. The tail.” He does a backflip and instead of landing on the ground, he lands on a cloud floating a few feet of the ground “Take a guess.”
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 don’t try to hide it.” He shrugs “Anyone who tries to fight, learns better or dies.”
“Hey, welcome to prison.” He says slowly.
“Barely, you’re one of the only people I can really talk to. Other than my homie.”