My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
*Baalze, Arch, want to do a roleplay based fight?*
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
*If you wanna do a pure RP fight with no numbers or stats, we could do that!*
*we could! The way this arena is supposed to work I think is that instead of having defined stats, you just use whatever numbers feel right for whatever power level you set them at. We can do whatever you want. A purely roleplay fight could be really fun though, with no numbers at all or anything.*
*I like the no numbers idea, since I've never done that before! Here's my introduction:*
A small horde of children skip into the arena, tossing sprinkles around to celebrate the arrival of their red-eyed lord: the self-proclaimed Witch King Goto (power level 24), dressed in their fluffy, colorful, signature clothing, including their mask and ribbon cloak. The children take their places in the stands after a minute, pulling out notebooks as the rest of the audience boos the curse-ridden schoolteacher. The kids and the Witch King seem to take this as encouragement, the King even blowing kisses to the venomous spectators.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Mikhael Highhorn Power Rating: 20 (Celestial deerlike creature.)
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Mikhael Highhorn Power Rating: 20 (Celestial deerlike creature.)
A small horde of children skip into the arena, tossing sprinkles around to celebrate the arrival of their red-eyed lord: the self-proclaimed Witch King Goto (power level 24), dressed in their fluffy, colorful, signature clothing, including their mask and ribbon cloak. The children take their places in the stands after a minute, pulling out notebooks as the rest of the audience boos the curse-ridden schoolteacher. The kids and the Witch King seem to take this as encouragement, the King even blowing kisses to the venomous spectators.
Goto chuckles as they crack their knuckles, taking a moment to cough up some bright red soda.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
*If you wanna do a pure RP fight with no numbers or stats, we could do that!*
*we could! The way this arena is supposed to work I think is that instead of having defined stats, you just use whatever numbers feel right for whatever power level you set them at. We can do whatever you want. A purely roleplay fight could be really fun though, with no numbers at all or anything.*
*I like the no numbers idea, since I've never done that before! Here's my introduction:*
A small horde of children skip into the arena, tossing sprinkles around to celebrate the arrival of their red-eyed lord: the self-proclaimed Witch King Goto (power level 24), dressed in their fluffy, colorful, signature clothing, including their mask and ribbon cloak. The children take their places in the stands after a minute, pulling out notebooks as the rest of the audience boos the curse-ridden schoolteacher. The kids and the Witch King seem to take this as encouragement, the King even blowing kisses to the venomous spectators.
Waiting to face him is a young woman in a dress embroidered with sunflower patterns. Her blonde hair is tied into a braid, her blue eyes twinkle with a bit of mischief, and she has wields no weapons, instead a wooden cane. She seems to have her own crowd of followers, spectators of all ages, who are madly cheering her own, determined to be much louder than everyone else. Beneath the facade of youth and innocence, of course, is something hideous. Introducing Aunt Pleasant, power level 24 as well. Sitting on a rock 60 or so feet away from the Witch King, she smiles and waves cheerfully, getting up and grabbing her cane with both hands. It’s suspiciously sharpened on one end, like a dagger.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Mikhael Highhorn Power Rating: 20 (Celestial deerlike creature.)
A small horde of children skip into the arena, tossing sprinkles around to celebrate the arrival of their red-eyed lord: the self-proclaimed Witch King Goto (power level 24), dressed in their fluffy, colorful, signature clothing, including their mask and ribbon cloak. The children take their places in the stands after a minute, pulling out notebooks as the rest of the audience boos the curse-ridden schoolteacher. The kids and the Witch King seem to take this as encouragement, the King even blowing kisses to the venomous spectators.
Goto chuckles as they crack their knuckles, taking a moment to cough up some bright red soda.
Stomping into the horde comes a large deer, larger than a regular deer but not by much. The horns of the deer are silver and shining with radiance, and its eyes glow a coppery color. The fur of the great beast is a shining gold, and it wears a saddle on it with saddlebags filled with coins. Its hooves seem to be made of pure silver. Mounted on the saddle is a small boy with bright violet eyes, blonde hair, freckles, and a wide smile.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
*I like the no numbers idea, since I've never done that before! Here's my introduction:*
A small horde of children skip into the arena, tossing sprinkles around to celebrate the arrival of their red-eyed lord: the self-proclaimed Witch King Goto (power level 24), dressed in their fluffy, colorful, signature clothing, including their mask and ribbon cloak. The children take their places in the stands after a minute, pulling out notebooks as the rest of the audience boos the curse-ridden schoolteacher. The kids and the Witch King seem to take this as encouragement, the King even blowing kisses to the venomous spectators.
Waiting to face him is a young woman in a dress embroidered with sunflower patterns. Her blonde hair is tied into a braid, her blue eyes twinkle with a bit of mischief, and she has wields no weapons, instead a wooden cane. She seems to have her own crowd of followers, spectators of all ages, who are madly cheering her own, determined to be much louder than everyone else. Beneath the facade of youth and innocence, of course, is something hideous. Introducing Aunt Pleasant, power level 24 as well. Sitting on a rock 60 or so feet away from the Witch King, she smiles and waves cheerfully, getting up and grabbing her cane with both hands. It’s suspiciously sharpened on one end, like a dagger.
The Witch King waves back and skips over before bowing. Their only 'weapon' is the miniature cauldron that hangs in their right hand, unless you include the gingerbread man in their coat pocket, armed with a bitten swirly pop. They chuckle, standing back up and turning partially sideways before holding out a gloved hand for her to take, much like an invitation to dance.
*Sure!*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
*Huh. I didn't really enjoy that fight for some reason.*
*Oh well! I was at half HP at the end of that.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
*Baalze, Arch, want to do a roleplay based fight?*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
*I like the no numbers idea, since I've never done that before! Here's my introduction:*
A small horde of children skip into the arena, tossing sprinkles around to celebrate the arrival of their red-eyed lord: the self-proclaimed Witch King Goto (power level 24), dressed in their fluffy, colorful, signature clothing, including their mask and ribbon cloak. The children take their places in the stands after a minute, pulling out notebooks as the rest of the audience boos the curse-ridden schoolteacher. The kids and the Witch King seem to take this as encouragement, the King even blowing kisses to the venomous spectators.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
*40, 70.*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
*Sure! You can interact with my intro if you're interested!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
*Dragon Club on top!*
Mikhael Highhorn Power Rating: 20 (Celestial deerlike creature.)
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
*Levels 40, 70, and 20.*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
A small horde of children skip into the arena, tossing sprinkles around to celebrate the arrival of their red-eyed lord: the self-proclaimed Witch King Goto (power level 24), dressed in their fluffy, colorful, signature clothing, including their mask and ribbon cloak. The children take their places in the stands after a minute, pulling out notebooks as the rest of the audience boos the curse-ridden schoolteacher. The kids and the Witch King seem to take this as encouragement, the King even blowing kisses to the venomous spectators.
Goto chuckles as they crack their knuckles, taking a moment to cough up some bright red soda.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
*Okay!*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
Waiting to face him is a young woman in a dress embroidered with sunflower patterns. Her blonde hair is tied into a braid, her blue eyes twinkle with a bit of mischief, and she has wields no weapons, instead a wooden cane. She seems to have her own crowd of followers, spectators of all ages, who are madly cheering her own, determined to be much louder than everyone else. Beneath the facade of youth and innocence, of course, is something hideous. Introducing Aunt Pleasant, power level 24 as well. Sitting on a rock 60 or so feet away from the Witch King, she smiles and waves cheerfully, getting up and grabbing her cane with both hands. It’s suspiciously sharpened on one end, like a dagger.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Stomping into the horde comes a large deer, larger than a regular deer but not by much. The horns of the deer are silver and shining with radiance, and its eyes glow a coppery color. The fur of the great beast is a shining gold, and it wears a saddle on it with saddlebags filled with coins. Its hooves seem to be made of pure silver. Mounted on the saddle is a small boy with bright violet eyes, blonde hair, freckles, and a wide smile.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
13 Init.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
The Witch King waves back and skips over before bowing. Their only 'weapon' is the miniature cauldron that hangs in their right hand, unless you include the gingerbread man in their coat pocket, armed with a bitten swirly pop. They chuckle, standing back up and turning partially sideways before holding out a gloved hand for her to take, much like an invitation to dance.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!