A figure shrouded in robes strolls up to the double doors of the mansion. He wears a large and billowy robe, with a made covering all but his mouth and the tip of his nose. How can he even see? He walks with a mysterious but powerful presence, his strides are long and confident. As he approaches the doors, they seemingly open for him without him pushing them at all. They slowly creak open, and he continues to walk inside. Once inside the manor, he slowly removes his hood. His face is stoic, with scars across the right side of his face. His hair is around ear length and is greying only slightly. He has stubble around his face and his eyes are bright blue. The man and women speaking to Antonio recognize this newcomer as an odd, but powerful hermit named Kane River.
A young man walks past him. His face obscured by a Greek opera mask, feathery blond hair falling slightly over it. He wears a tattered trench coat with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. As he passes by, the man what can only be described as a sense of wrong. He can just tell that he has done things, though he can’t be sure what
Kane raises an eyebrow. He slowly removes his billowy robe. Underneath, he wears a Monk-like outfit with light brown robes that fit loosely onto his body. The sleeves of his undershirt are large and loose, but his shoulders, elbows, and knees are all adorned with incomplete pieces of an armor set. The armor white with blue highlights and looks to be made out of a durable but light material that most definitely does not exist on earth. He has what looks like a utility belt around his wait, with which hangs a couple pouches, a small knife, and a strange metallic cylinder with worn grip tape wrapped around it and lots of metal plates and wires sticking out from it.
Kane subtly waves to the man that just passed him, then follows behind him.
He looks back, presumably smiling “Hello! Who are you?”
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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!”
Antonio is sleeping on one of the couches outside of the main quarters, his legs crossed, his sharp ears twitching at the still air and a small sly grin teasing at his lips. The tips of his hair floating lightly off of his hair as he sleeps. He snores lightly and occasionally hums an iconic but not well known song. His suit is somehow not wrinkled despite his lying down.
*If anyone wants to rp.*
A kid-sized person stands near the side of the couch, giving off a sound of irregular breathing and soft mechanical whirrs. they seem to be trying to bat the little floating bits that came from antonio's hair out of the air
Eventually Antonio wakes up and looks at the kid sized person with a bemused smile “Excuse me, that is my hair you are playing with. Could you please not do that while I attempt to sleep? I’m Antonio by the way.” His accent and way he’s carries himself comforting to the person.
"It's floating away. I'm trying to get it back to your head" they stay fixated
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
A figure shrouded in robes strolls up to the double doors of the mansion. He wears a large and billowy robe, with a made covering all but his mouth and the tip of his nose. How can he even see? He walks with a mysterious but powerful presence, his strides are long and confident. As he approaches the doors, they seemingly open for him without him pushing them at all. They slowly creak open, and he continues to walk inside. Once inside the manor, he slowly removes his hood. His face is stoic, with scars across the right side of his face. His hair is around ear length and is greying only slightly. He has stubble around his face and his eyes are bright blue. The man and women speaking to Antonio recognize this newcomer as an odd, but powerful hermit named Kane River.
A young man walks past him. His face obscured by a Greek opera mask, feathery blond hair falling slightly over it. He wears a tattered trench coat with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. As he passes by, the man what can only be described as a sense of wrong. He can just tell that he has done things, though he can’t be sure what
Kane raises an eyebrow. He slowly removes his billowy robe. Underneath, he wears a Monk-like outfit with light brown robes that fit loosely onto his body. The sleeves of his undershirt are large and loose, but his shoulders, elbows, and knees are all adorned with incomplete pieces of an armor set. The armor white with blue highlights and looks to be made out of a durable but light material that most definitely does not exist on earth. He has what looks like a utility belt around his wait, with which hangs a couple pouches, a small knife, and a strange metallic cylinder with worn grip tape wrapped around it and lots of metal plates and wires sticking out from it.
Kane subtly waves to the man that just passed him, then follows behind him.
He looks back, presumably smiling “Hello! Who are you?”
“You may call me Kane. Pleased to meet 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.
Antonio is sleeping on one of the couches outside of the main quarters, his legs crossed, his sharp ears twitching at the still air and a small sly grin teasing at his lips. The tips of his hair floating lightly off of his hair as he sleeps. He snores lightly and occasionally hums an iconic but not well known song. His suit is somehow not wrinkled despite his lying down.
*If anyone wants to rp.*
A kid-sized person stands near the side of the couch, giving off a sound of irregular breathing and soft mechanical whirrs. they seem to be trying to bat the little floating bits that came from antonio's hair out of the air
Eventually Antonio wakes up and looks at the kid sized person with a bemused smile “Excuse me, that is my hair you are playing with. Could you please not do that while I attempt to sleep? I’m Antonio by the way.” His accent and way he’s carries himself comforting to the person.
"It's floating away. I'm trying to get it back to your head" they stay fixated
“Are they? Thank you for that I suppose, although I trust my hair’s choices.” He says with a casual chuckle.
A figure shrouded in robes strolls up to the double doors of the mansion. He wears a large and billowy robe, with a made covering all but his mouth and the tip of his nose. How can he even see? He walks with a mysterious but powerful presence, his strides are long and confident. As he approaches the doors, they seemingly open for him without him pushing them at all. They slowly creak open, and he continues to walk inside. Once inside the manor, he slowly removes his hood. His face is stoic, with scars across the right side of his face. His hair is around ear length and is greying only slightly. He has stubble around his face and his eyes are bright blue. The man and women speaking to Antonio recognize this newcomer as an odd, but powerful hermit named Kane River.
A young man walks past him. His face obscured by a Greek opera mask, feathery blond hair falling slightly over it. He wears a tattered trench coat with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. As he passes by, the man what can only be described as a sense of wrong. He can just tell that he has done things, though he can’t be sure what
Kane raises an eyebrow. He slowly removes his billowy robe. Underneath, he wears a Monk-like outfit with light brown robes that fit loosely onto his body. The sleeves of his undershirt are large and loose, but his shoulders, elbows, and knees are all adorned with incomplete pieces of an armor set. The armor white with blue highlights and looks to be made out of a durable but light material that most definitely does not exist on earth. He has what looks like a utility belt around his wait, with which hangs a couple pouches, a small knife, and a strange metallic cylinder with worn grip tape wrapped around it and lots of metal plates and wires sticking out from it.
Kane subtly waves to the man that just passed him, then follows behind him.
He looks back, presumably smiling “Hello! Who are you?”
“You may call me Kane. Pleased to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too, Kane! What’s with the outfit?”
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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!”
A figure shrouded in robes strolls up to the double doors of the mansion. He wears a large and billowy robe, with a made covering all but his mouth and the tip of his nose. How can he even see? He walks with a mysterious but powerful presence, his strides are long and confident. As he approaches the doors, they seemingly open for him without him pushing them at all. They slowly creak open, and he continues to walk inside. Once inside the manor, he slowly removes his hood. His face is stoic, with scars across the right side of his face. His hair is around ear length and is greying only slightly. He has stubble around his face and his eyes are bright blue. The man and women speaking to Antonio recognize this newcomer as an odd, but powerful hermit named Kane River.
A young man walks past him. His face obscured by a Greek opera mask, feathery blond hair falling slightly over it. He wears a tattered trench coat with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. As he passes by, the man what can only be described as a sense of wrong. He can just tell that he has done things, though he can’t be sure what
Kane raises an eyebrow. He slowly removes his billowy robe. Underneath, he wears a Monk-like outfit with light brown robes that fit loosely onto his body. The sleeves of his undershirt are large and loose, but his shoulders, elbows, and knees are all adorned with incomplete pieces of an armor set. The armor white with blue highlights and looks to be made out of a durable but light material that most definitely does not exist on earth. He has what looks like a utility belt around his wait, with which hangs a couple pouches, a small knife, and a strange metallic cylinder with worn grip tape wrapped around it and lots of metal plates and wires sticking out from it.
Kane subtly waves to the man that just passed him, then follows behind him.
He looks back, presumably smiling “Hello! Who are you?”
“You may call me Kane. Pleased to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too, Kane! What’s with the outfit?”
“My outfit? Simple robes, however the armor is a sentiment to my former fallen comrades.”
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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 figure shrouded in robes strolls up to the double doors of the mansion. He wears a large and billowy robe, with a made covering all but his mouth and the tip of his nose. How can he even see? He walks with a mysterious but powerful presence, his strides are long and confident. As he approaches the doors, they seemingly open for him without him pushing them at all. They slowly creak open, and he continues to walk inside. Once inside the manor, he slowly removes his hood. His face is stoic, with scars across the right side of his face. His hair is around ear length and is greying only slightly. He has stubble around his face and his eyes are bright blue. The man and women speaking to Antonio recognize this newcomer as an odd, but powerful hermit named Kane River.
A young man walks past him. His face obscured by a Greek opera mask, feathery blond hair falling slightly over it. He wears a tattered trench coat with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. As he passes by, the man what can only be described as a sense of wrong. He can just tell that he has done things, though he can’t be sure what
Kane raises an eyebrow. He slowly removes his billowy robe. Underneath, he wears a Monk-like outfit with light brown robes that fit loosely onto his body. The sleeves of his undershirt are large and loose, but his shoulders, elbows, and knees are all adorned with incomplete pieces of an armor set. The armor white with blue highlights and looks to be made out of a durable but light material that most definitely does not exist on earth. He has what looks like a utility belt around his wait, with which hangs a couple pouches, a small knife, and a strange metallic cylinder with worn grip tape wrapped around it and lots of metal plates and wires sticking out from it.
Kane subtly waves to the man that just passed him, then follows behind him.
He looks back, presumably smiling “Hello! Who are you?”
“You may call me Kane. Pleased to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too, Kane! What’s with the outfit?”
“My outfit? Simple robes, however the armor is a sentiment to my former fallen comrades.”
“That’s weird. Who wears the clothes of dead people? Then again, I’m almost always surrounded by dead people. But I don’t wear their clothes!”
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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!”
A figure shrouded in robes strolls up to the double doors of the mansion. He wears a large and billowy robe, with a made covering all but his mouth and the tip of his nose. How can he even see? He walks with a mysterious but powerful presence, his strides are long and confident. As he approaches the doors, they seemingly open for him without him pushing them at all. They slowly creak open, and he continues to walk inside. Once inside the manor, he slowly removes his hood. His face is stoic, with scars across the right side of his face. His hair is around ear length and is greying only slightly. He has stubble around his face and his eyes are bright blue. The man and women speaking to Antonio recognize this newcomer as an odd, but powerful hermit named Kane River.
A young man walks past him. His face obscured by a Greek opera mask, feathery blond hair falling slightly over it. He wears a tattered trench coat with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. As he passes by, the man what can only be described as a sense of wrong. He can just tell that he has done things, though he can’t be sure what
Kane raises an eyebrow. He slowly removes his billowy robe. Underneath, he wears a Monk-like outfit with light brown robes that fit loosely onto his body. The sleeves of his undershirt are large and loose, but his shoulders, elbows, and knees are all adorned with incomplete pieces of an armor set. The armor white with blue highlights and looks to be made out of a durable but light material that most definitely does not exist on earth. He has what looks like a utility belt around his wait, with which hangs a couple pouches, a small knife, and a strange metallic cylinder with worn grip tape wrapped around it and lots of metal plates and wires sticking out from it.
Kane subtly waves to the man that just passed him, then follows behind him.
He looks back, presumably smiling “Hello! Who are you?”
“You may call me Kane. Pleased to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too, Kane! What’s with the outfit?”
“My outfit? Simple robes, however the armor is a sentiment to my former fallen comrades.”
“That’s weird. Who wears the clothes of dead people? Then again, I’m almost always surrounded by dead people. But I don’t wear their clothes!”
“Have you ever heard of paying respect to the dead?”
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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 figure shrouded in robes strolls up to the double doors of the mansion. He wears a large and billowy robe, with a made covering all but his mouth and the tip of his nose. How can he even see? He walks with a mysterious but powerful presence, his strides are long and confident. As he approaches the doors, they seemingly open for him without him pushing them at all. They slowly creak open, and he continues to walk inside. Once inside the manor, he slowly removes his hood. His face is stoic, with scars across the right side of his face. His hair is around ear length and is greying only slightly. He has stubble around his face and his eyes are bright blue. The man and women speaking to Antonio recognize this newcomer as an odd, but powerful hermit named Kane River.
A young man walks past him. His face obscured by a Greek opera mask, feathery blond hair falling slightly over it. He wears a tattered trench coat with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. As he passes by, the man what can only be described as a sense of wrong. He can just tell that he has done things, though he can’t be sure what
Kane raises an eyebrow. He slowly removes his billowy robe. Underneath, he wears a Monk-like outfit with light brown robes that fit loosely onto his body. The sleeves of his undershirt are large and loose, but his shoulders, elbows, and knees are all adorned with incomplete pieces of an armor set. The armor white with blue highlights and looks to be made out of a durable but light material that most definitely does not exist on earth. He has what looks like a utility belt around his wait, with which hangs a couple pouches, a small knife, and a strange metallic cylinder with worn grip tape wrapped around it and lots of metal plates and wires sticking out from it.
Kane subtly waves to the man that just passed him, then follows behind him.
He looks back, presumably smiling “Hello! Who are you?”
“You may call me Kane. Pleased to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too, Kane! What’s with the outfit?”
“My outfit? Simple robes, however the armor is a sentiment to my former fallen comrades.”
“That’s weird. Who wears the clothes of dead people? Then again, I’m almost always surrounded by dead people. But I don’t wear their clothes!”
“Have you ever heard of paying respect to the dead?”
“Not really my thing.”
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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!”
A figure shrouded in robes strolls up to the double doors of the mansion. He wears a large and billowy robe, with a made covering all but his mouth and the tip of his nose. How can he even see? He walks with a mysterious but powerful presence, his strides are long and confident. As he approaches the doors, they seemingly open for him without him pushing them at all. They slowly creak open, and he continues to walk inside. Once inside the manor, he slowly removes his hood. His face is stoic, with scars across the right side of his face. His hair is around ear length and is greying only slightly. He has stubble around his face and his eyes are bright blue. The man and women speaking to Antonio recognize this newcomer as an odd, but powerful hermit named Kane River.
A young man walks past him. His face obscured by a Greek opera mask, feathery blond hair falling slightly over it. He wears a tattered trench coat with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. As he passes by, the man what can only be described as a sense of wrong. He can just tell that he has done things, though he can’t be sure what
Kane raises an eyebrow. He slowly removes his billowy robe. Underneath, he wears a Monk-like outfit with light brown robes that fit loosely onto his body. The sleeves of his undershirt are large and loose, but his shoulders, elbows, and knees are all adorned with incomplete pieces of an armor set. The armor white with blue highlights and looks to be made out of a durable but light material that most definitely does not exist on earth. He has what looks like a utility belt around his wait, with which hangs a couple pouches, a small knife, and a strange metallic cylinder with worn grip tape wrapped around it and lots of metal plates and wires sticking out from it.
Kane subtly waves to the man that just passed him, then follows behind him.
He looks back, presumably smiling “Hello! Who are you?”
“You may call me Kane. Pleased to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too, Kane! What’s with the outfit?”
“My outfit? Simple robes, however the armor is a sentiment to my former fallen comrades.”
“That’s weird. Who wears the clothes of dead people? Then again, I’m almost always surrounded by dead people. But I don’t wear their clothes!”
“Have you ever heard of paying respect to the dead?”
“Not really my thing.”
“Then I will kindly ask that you don’t degrade my own traditions.”
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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.
Antonio is sleeping on one of the couches outside of the main quarters, his legs crossed, his sharp ears twitching at the still air and a small sly grin teasing at his lips. The tips of his hair floating lightly off of his hair as he sleeps. He snores lightly and occasionally hums an iconic but not well known song. His suit is somehow not wrinkled despite his lying down.
*If anyone wants to rp.*
A kid-sized person stands near the side of the couch, giving off a sound of irregular breathing and soft mechanical whirrs. they seem to be trying to bat the little floating bits that came from antonio's hair out of the air
Eventually Antonio wakes up and looks at the kid sized person with a bemused smile “Excuse me, that is my hair you are playing with. Could you please not do that while I attempt to sleep? I’m Antonio by the way.” His accent and way he’s carries himself comforting to the person.
"It's floating away. I'm trying to get it back to your head" they stay fixated
“Are they? Thank you for that I suppose, although I trust my hair’s choices.” He says with a casual chuckle.
"Does hair think?...." they stare off into the distance and sit on the ground, contemplating this
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
A figure shrouded in robes strolls up to the double doors of the mansion. He wears a large and billowy robe, with a made covering all but his mouth and the tip of his nose. How can he even see? He walks with a mysterious but powerful presence, his strides are long and confident. As he approaches the doors, they seemingly open for him without him pushing them at all. They slowly creak open, and he continues to walk inside. Once inside the manor, he slowly removes his hood. His face is stoic, with scars across the right side of his face. His hair is around ear length and is greying only slightly. He has stubble around his face and his eyes are bright blue. The man and women speaking to Antonio recognize this newcomer as an odd, but powerful hermit named Kane River.
A young man walks past him. His face obscured by a Greek opera mask, feathery blond hair falling slightly over it. He wears a tattered trench coat with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. As he passes by, the man what can only be described as a sense of wrong. He can just tell that he has done things, though he can’t be sure what
Kane raises an eyebrow. He slowly removes his billowy robe. Underneath, he wears a Monk-like outfit with light brown robes that fit loosely onto his body. The sleeves of his undershirt are large and loose, but his shoulders, elbows, and knees are all adorned with incomplete pieces of an armor set. The armor white with blue highlights and looks to be made out of a durable but light material that most definitely does not exist on earth. He has what looks like a utility belt around his wait, with which hangs a couple pouches, a small knife, and a strange metallic cylinder with worn grip tape wrapped around it and lots of metal plates and wires sticking out from it.
Kane subtly waves to the man that just passed him, then follows behind him.
He looks back, presumably smiling “Hello! Who are you?”
“You may call me Kane. Pleased to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too, Kane! What’s with the outfit?”
“My outfit? Simple robes, however the armor is a sentiment to my former fallen comrades.”
“That’s weird. Who wears the clothes of dead people? Then again, I’m almost always surrounded by dead people. But I don’t wear their clothes!”
“Have you ever heard of paying respect to the dead?”
“Not really my thing.”
“Then I will kindly ask that you don’t degrade my own traditions.”
“I’m not. I’m just saying it’s weird. You could say my traditions are weird and I wouldn’t take offense.”
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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!”
”I suppose you people must use the word “Weird” differently than those in Skyriver. Is it not an insult?”
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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.
”I suppose you people must use the word “Weird” differently than those in Skyriver. Is it not an insult?”
“A, what’s skyriver? B, depends on how you use it. C, why are you not aware of this?”
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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!”
”I suppose you people must use the word “Weird” differently than those in Skyriver. Is it not an insult?”
“A, what’s skyriver? B, depends on how you use it. C, why are you not aware of this?”
“A. Skyriver is my Galaxy of origin. B. That is confusing. C. I have been on this planet for two of your weeks.”
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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.
”I suppose you people must use the word “Weird” differently than those in Skyriver. Is it not an insult?”
“A, what’s skyriver? B, depends on how you use it. C, why are you not aware of this?”
“A. Skyriver is my Galaxy of origin. B. That is confusing. C. I have been on this planet for two of your weeks.”
“So you’re an alien. Not the weirdest thing I’ve seen.”
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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!”
”I suppose you people must use the word “Weird” differently than those in Skyriver. Is it not an insult?”
“A, what’s skyriver? B, depends on how you use it. C, why are you not aware of this?”
“A. Skyriver is my Galaxy of origin. B. That is confusing. C. I have been on this planet for two of your weeks.”
“So you’re an alien. Not the weirdest thing I’ve seen.”
“Yes, from the planet Alderaan. However, after a series of…unfortunate…events, I put myself in cryogenic sleep and came here. I believe it has been millions of years since I was last in my galaxy. I would be surprised if there was any civilization left whatsoever.”
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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.
Antonio is sleeping on one of the couches outside of the main quarters, his legs crossed, his sharp ears twitching at the still air and a small sly grin teasing at his lips. The tips of his hair floating lightly off of his hair as he sleeps. He snores lightly and occasionally hums an iconic but not well known song. His suit is somehow not wrinkled despite his lying down.
*If anyone wants to rp.*
A kid-sized person stands near the side of the couch, giving off a sound of irregular breathing and soft mechanical whirrs. they seem to be trying to bat the little floating bits that came from antonio's hair out of the air
Eventually Antonio wakes up and looks at the kid sized person with a bemused smile “Excuse me, that is my hair you are playing with. Could you please not do that while I attempt to sleep? I’m Antonio by the way.” His accent and way he’s carries himself comforting to the person.
"It's floating away. I'm trying to get it back to your head" they stay fixated
“Are they? Thank you for that I suppose, although I trust my hair’s choices.” He says with a casual chuckle.
"Does hair think?...." they stare off into the distance and sit on the ground, contemplating this
He chuckles again at person’s confusion “No, I was simply making a joke. I don’t believe hair thinks in most cases. What is your name?”
”I suppose you people must use the word “Weird” differently than those in Skyriver. Is it not an insult?”
“A, what’s skyriver? B, depends on how you use it. C, why are you not aware of this?”
“A. Skyriver is my Galaxy of origin. B. That is confusing. C. I have been on this planet for two of your weeks.”
“So you’re an alien. Not the weirdest thing I’ve seen.”
“Yes, from the planet Alderaan. However, after a series of…unfortunate…events, I put myself in cryogenic sleep and came here. I believe it has been millions of years since I was last in my galaxy. I would be surprised if there was any civilization left whatsoever.”
“Huh. Well this is Earth. Do you have magic on your planet?”
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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!”
”I suppose you people must use the word “Weird” differently than those in Skyriver. Is it not an insult?”
“A, what’s skyriver? B, depends on how you use it. C, why are you not aware of this?”
“A. Skyriver is my Galaxy of origin. B. That is confusing. C. I have been on this planet for two of your weeks.”
“So you’re an alien. Not the weirdest thing I’ve seen.”
“Yes, from the planet Alderaan. However, after a series of…unfortunate…events, I put myself in cryogenic sleep and came here. I believe it has been millions of years since I was last in my galaxy. I would be surprised if there was any civilization left whatsoever.”
“Huh. Well this is Earth. Do you have magic on your planet?”
“Magic? I suppose so. We have the energy field that surrounds all living things and binds the universe together, otherwise known as The Force. Our equivalent of your ‘Wizards’ would be Jedi, people born with a higher than average Midi-chlorian count, which always then to influence The Force. I am one of them. Surely your people know of The Force?”
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
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He looks back, presumably smiling “Hello! Who are you?”
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!”
"It's floating away. I'm trying to get it back to your head" they stay fixated
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
“You may call me Kane. Pleased to meet 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.
TRON LIVES
“Are they? Thank you for that I suppose, although I trust my hair’s choices.” He says with a casual chuckle.
“Nice to meet you too, Kane! What’s with the outfit?”
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!”
“My outfit? Simple robes, however the armor is a sentiment to my former fallen comrades.”
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
“That’s weird. Who wears the clothes of dead people? Then again, I’m almost always surrounded by dead people. But I don’t wear their clothes!”
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!”
“Have you ever heard of paying respect to the dead?”
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
“Not really my thing.”
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!”
“Then I will kindly ask that you don’t degrade my own traditions.”
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
"Does hair think?...." they stare off into the distance and sit on the ground, contemplating this
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
“I’m not. I’m just saying it’s weird. You could say my traditions are weird and I wouldn’t take offense.”
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!”
*cut*
”I suppose you people must use the word “Weird” differently than those in Skyriver. Is it not an insult?”
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
“A, what’s skyriver? B, depends on how you use it. C, why are you not aware of this?”
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!”
“A. Skyriver is my Galaxy of origin. B. That is confusing. C. I have been on this planet for two of your weeks.”
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
“So you’re an alien. Not the weirdest thing I’ve seen.”
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!”
“Yes, from the planet Alderaan. However, after a series of…unfortunate…events, I put myself in cryogenic sleep and came here. I believe it has been millions of years since I was last in my galaxy. I would be surprised if there was any civilization left whatsoever.”
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
He chuckles again at person’s confusion “No, I was simply making a joke. I don’t believe hair thinks in most cases. What is your name?”
“Huh. Well this is Earth. Do you have magic on your planet?”
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!”
“Magic? I suppose so. We have the energy field that surrounds all living things and binds the universe together, otherwise known as The Force. Our equivalent of your ‘Wizards’ would be Jedi, people born with a higher than average Midi-chlorian count, which always then to influence The Force. I am one of them. Surely your people know of The Force?”
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