UN NUEVO RETADOR SE ACERCA (A new challenger approaches)
A slender yet muscular male enters the dome. He has fairly short, messy black hair, pale white skin, a black upper lip, and green eyes with small slit-shaped pupils, similar to a cat's. Part of his hair fall between his eyes. He wears a white jacket, black sash, and a white hakama, with a sheathed sword at his left side. A object seemingly made of bone lies on the top-left side of his head, forming a broken horned helmet.
UN NUEVO RETADOR SE ACERCA (A new challenger approaches)
A slender yet muscular male enters the dome. He has fairly short, messy black hair, pale white skin, a black upper lip, and green eyes with small slit-shaped pupils, similar to a cat's. Part of his hair fall between his eyes. He wears a white jacket, black sash, and a white hakama, with a sheathed sword at his left side. A object seemingly made of bone lies on the top-left side of his head, forming a broken horned helmet.
They sense a monster following after them, although at first they do not see them. They see a person, muscular with sharp features, toned to perfection. His hair is completely Jet black, he appears to be around his late 20s, his hair split down the top of the middle, sharp at the edges. His aura feels like being hunted as they move past them, no visible weapons on him, not even claws.
UN NUEVO RETADOR SE ACERCA (A new challenger approaches)
A slender yet muscular male enters the dome. He has fairly short, messy black hair, pale white skin, a black upper lip, and green eyes with small slit-shaped pupils, similar to a cat's. Part of his hair fall between his eyes. He wears a white jacket, black sash, and a white hakama, with a sheathed sword at his left side. A object seemingly made of bone lies on the top-left side of his head, forming a broken horned helmet.
They sense a monster following after them, although at first they do not see them. They see a person, muscular with sharp features, toned to perfection. His hair is completely Jet black, he appears to be around his late 20s, his hair split down the top of the middle, sharp at the edges. His aura feels like being hunted as they move past them, no visible weapons on him, not even claws.
The man’s perpetual frown disappears slightly, looking interested “Who are you?”
UN NUEVO RETADOR SE ACERCA (A new challenger approaches)
A slender yet muscular male enters the dome. He has fairly short, messy black hair, pale white skin, a black upper lip, and green eyes with small slit-shaped pupils, similar to a cat's. Part of his hair fall between his eyes. He wears a white jacket, black sash, and a white hakama, with a sheathed sword at his left side. A object seemingly made of bone lies on the top-left side of his head, forming a broken horned helmet.
They sense a monster following after them, although at first they do not see them. They see a person, muscular with sharp features, toned to perfection. His hair is completely Jet black, he appears to be around his late 20s, his hair split down the top of the middle, sharp at the edges. His aura feels like being hunted as they move past them, no visible weapons on him, not even claws.
The man’s perpetual frown disappears slightly, looking interested “Who are you?”
He looks to him, his hands in his pockets, looking tired at the man “Doesn’t matter, I’ve got people to kill right now.”
UN NUEVO RETADOR SE ACERCA (A new challenger approaches)
A slender yet muscular male enters the dome. He has fairly short, messy black hair, pale white skin, a black upper lip, and green eyes with small slit-shaped pupils, similar to a cat's. Part of his hair fall between his eyes. He wears a white jacket, black sash, and a white hakama, with a sheathed sword at his left side. A object seemingly made of bone lies on the top-left side of his head, forming a broken horned helmet.
They sense a monster following after them, although at first they do not see them. They see a person, muscular with sharp features, toned to perfection. His hair is completely Jet black, he appears to be around his late 20s, his hair split down the top of the middle, sharp at the edges. His aura feels like being hunted as they move past them, no visible weapons on him, not even claws.
The man’s perpetual frown disappears slightly, looking interested “Who are you?”
He looks to him, his hands in his pockets, looking tired at the man “Doesn’t matter, I’ve got people to kill right now.”
“Disrespectful. You remind me of someone in a way. Who are you. That is not a request.”
UN NUEVO RETADOR SE ACERCA (A new challenger approaches)
A slender yet muscular male enters the dome. He has fairly short, messy black hair, pale white skin, a black upper lip, and green eyes with small slit-shaped pupils, similar to a cat's. Part of his hair fall between his eyes. He wears a white jacket, black sash, and a white hakama, with a sheathed sword at his left side. A object seemingly made of bone lies on the top-left side of his head, forming a broken horned helmet.
They sense a monster following after them, although at first they do not see them. They see a person, muscular with sharp features, toned to perfection. His hair is completely Jet black, he appears to be around his late 20s, his hair split down the top of the middle, sharp at the edges. His aura feels like being hunted as they move past them, no visible weapons on him, not even claws.
The man’s perpetual frown disappears slightly, looking interested “Who are you?”
He looks to him, his hands in his pockets, looking tired at the man “Doesn’t matter, I’ve got people to kill right now.”
“Disrespectful. You remind me of someone in a way. Who are you. That is not a request.”
“I don’t care about respect, I don’t care who I remind you of, I don’t what you have to ask.” He begins walking inside.
UN NUEVO RETADOR SE ACERCA (A new challenger approaches)
A slender yet muscular male enters the dome. He has fairly short, messy black hair, pale white skin, a black upper lip, and green eyes with small slit-shaped pupils, similar to a cat's. Part of his hair fall between his eyes. He wears a white jacket, black sash, and a white hakama, with a sheathed sword at his left side. A object seemingly made of bone lies on the top-left side of his head, forming a broken horned helmet.
They sense a monster following after them, although at first they do not see them. They see a person, muscular with sharp features, toned to perfection. His hair is completely Jet black, he appears to be around his late 20s, his hair split down the top of the middle, sharp at the edges. His aura feels like being hunted as they move past them, no visible weapons on him, not even claws.
The man’s perpetual frown disappears slightly, looking interested “Who are you?”
He looks to him, his hands in his pockets, looking tired at the man “Doesn’t matter, I’ve got people to kill right now.”
“Disrespectful. You remind me of someone in a way. Who are you. That is not a request.”
“I don’t care about respect, I don’t care who I remind you of, I don’t what you have to ask.” He begins walking inside.
His frown returns, this time in annoyance “What would it take for you to answer? Torture? Power? Money?”
UN NUEVO RETADOR SE ACERCA (A new challenger approaches)
A slender yet muscular male enters the dome. He has fairly short, messy black hair, pale white skin, a black upper lip, and green eyes with small slit-shaped pupils, similar to a cat's. Part of his hair fall between his eyes. He wears a white jacket, black sash, and a white hakama, with a sheathed sword at his left side. A object seemingly made of bone lies on the top-left side of his head, forming a broken horned helmet.
They sense a monster following after them, although at first they do not see them. They see a person, muscular with sharp features, toned to perfection. His hair is completely Jet black, he appears to be around his late 20s, his hair split down the top of the middle, sharp at the edges. His aura feels like being hunted as they move past them, no visible weapons on him, not even claws.
The man’s perpetual frown disappears slightly, looking interested “Who are you?”
He looks to him, his hands in his pockets, looking tired at the man “Doesn’t matter, I’ve got people to kill right now.”
“Disrespectful. You remind me of someone in a way. Who are you. That is not a request.”
“I don’t care about respect, I don’t care who I remind you of, I don’t what you have to ask.” He begins walking inside.
His frown returns, this time in annoyance “What would it take for you to answer? Torture? Power? Money?”
“You’re wasting my time with things I don’t care about, torture means nothing, I’m strong enough, and money means nothing to the strongest.” He begins attacking people, brutalizing them with martial arts.
UN NUEVO RETADOR SE ACERCA (A new challenger approaches)
A slender yet muscular male enters the dome. He has fairly short, messy black hair, pale white skin, a black upper lip, and green eyes with small slit-shaped pupils, similar to a cat's. Part of his hair fall between his eyes. He wears a white jacket, black sash, and a white hakama, with a sheathed sword at his left side. A object seemingly made of bone lies on the top-left side of his head, forming a broken horned helmet.
They sense a monster following after them, although at first they do not see them. They see a person, muscular with sharp features, toned to perfection. His hair is completely Jet black, he appears to be around his late 20s, his hair split down the top of the middle, sharp at the edges. His aura feels like being hunted as they move past them, no visible weapons on him, not even claws.
The man’s perpetual frown disappears slightly, looking interested “Who are you?”
He looks to him, his hands in his pockets, looking tired at the man “Doesn’t matter, I’ve got people to kill right now.”
“Disrespectful. You remind me of someone in a way. Who are you. That is not a request.”
“I don’t care about respect, I don’t care who I remind you of, I don’t what you have to ask.” He begins walking inside.
His frown returns, this time in annoyance “What would it take for you to answer? Torture? Power? Money?”
“You’re wasting my time with things I don’t care about, torture means nothing, I’m strong enough, and money means nothing to the strongest.” He begins attacking people, brutalizing them with martial arts.
“You’re far from the strongest.” He appears right behind him, whispering into his ear
UN NUEVO RETADOR SE ACERCA (A new challenger approaches)
A slender yet muscular male enters the dome. He has fairly short, messy black hair, pale white skin, a black upper lip, and green eyes with small slit-shaped pupils, similar to a cat's. Part of his hair fall between his eyes. He wears a white jacket, black sash, and a white hakama, with a sheathed sword at his left side. A object seemingly made of bone lies on the top-left side of his head, forming a broken horned helmet.
They sense a monster following after them, although at first they do not see them. They see a person, muscular with sharp features, toned to perfection. His hair is completely Jet black, he appears to be around his late 20s, his hair split down the top of the middle, sharp at the edges. His aura feels like being hunted as they move past them, no visible weapons on him, not even claws.
The man’s perpetual frown disappears slightly, looking interested “Who are you?”
He looks to him, his hands in his pockets, looking tired at the man “Doesn’t matter, I’ve got people to kill right now.”
“Disrespectful. You remind me of someone in a way. Who are you. That is not a request.”
“I don’t care about respect, I don’t care who I remind you of, I don’t what you have to ask.” He begins walking inside.
His frown returns, this time in annoyance “What would it take for you to answer? Torture? Power? Money?”
“You’re wasting my time with things I don’t care about, torture means nothing, I’m strong enough, and money means nothing to the strongest.” He begins attacking people, brutalizing them with martial arts.
“You’re far from the strongest.” He appears right behind him, whispering into his ear
He shrugs “Don’t care, I will be, and I’ll do it without the help from crumps like you.” He continues brutalizing people in minimal hits.
UN NUEVO RETADOR SE ACERCA (A new challenger approaches)
A slender yet muscular male enters the dome. He has fairly short, messy black hair, pale white skin, a black upper lip, and green eyes with small slit-shaped pupils, similar to a cat's. Part of his hair fall between his eyes. He wears a white jacket, black sash, and a white hakama, with a sheathed sword at his left side. A object seemingly made of bone lies on the top-left side of his head, forming a broken horned helmet.
They sense a monster following after them, although at first they do not see them. They see a person, muscular with sharp features, toned to perfection. His hair is completely Jet black, he appears to be around his late 20s, his hair split down the top of the middle, sharp at the edges. His aura feels like being hunted as they move past them, no visible weapons on him, not even claws.
The man’s perpetual frown disappears slightly, looking interested “Who are you?”
He looks to him, his hands in his pockets, looking tired at the man “Doesn’t matter, I’ve got people to kill right now.”
“Disrespectful. You remind me of someone in a way. Who are you. That is not a request.”
“I don’t care about respect, I don’t care who I remind you of, I don’t what you have to ask.” He begins walking inside.
His frown returns, this time in annoyance “What would it take for you to answer? Torture? Power? Money?”
“You’re wasting my time with things I don’t care about, torture means nothing, I’m strong enough, and money means nothing to the strongest.” He begins attacking people, brutalizing them with martial arts.
“You’re far from the strongest.” He appears right behind him, whispering into his ear
He shrugs “Don’t care, I will be, and I’ll do it without the help from crumps like you.” He continues brutalizing people in minimal hits.
His frown disappears, replaced with a sick smile “You will never be the strongest. Your quest will show you how pathetic you truly are. And then, you will know true despair.”
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
UN NUEVO RETADOR SE ACERCA (A new challenger approaches)
A slender yet muscular male enters the dome. He has fairly short, messy black hair, pale white skin, a black upper lip, and green eyes with small slit-shaped pupils, similar to a cat's. Part of his hair fall between his eyes. He wears a white jacket, black sash, and a white hakama, with a sheathed sword at his left side. A object seemingly made of bone lies on the top-left side of his head, forming a broken horned helmet.
They sense a monster following after them, although at first they do not see them. They see a person, muscular with sharp features, toned to perfection. His hair is completely Jet black, he appears to be around his late 20s, his hair split down the top of the middle, sharp at the edges. His aura feels like being hunted as they move past them, no visible weapons on him, not even claws.
The man’s perpetual frown disappears slightly, looking interested “Who are you?”
He looks to him, his hands in his pockets, looking tired at the man “Doesn’t matter, I’ve got people to kill right now.”
“Disrespectful. You remind me of someone in a way. Who are you. That is not a request.”
“I don’t care about respect, I don’t care who I remind you of, I don’t what you have to ask.” He begins walking inside.
His frown returns, this time in annoyance “What would it take for you to answer? Torture? Power? Money?”
“You’re wasting my time with things I don’t care about, torture means nothing, I’m strong enough, and money means nothing to the strongest.” He begins attacking people, brutalizing them with martial arts.
“You’re far from the strongest.” He appears right behind him, whispering into his ear
He shrugs “Don’t care, I will be, and I’ll do it without the help from crumps like you.” He continues brutalizing people in minimal hits.
His frown disappears, replaced with a sick smile “You will never be the strongest. Your quest will show you how pathetic you truly are. And then, you will know true despair.”
“True despair is for the weak, even if I never live to be the strongest, that’s just because I was never meant to me. I don’t care if I will be the strongest or not, my quest is just a goal.” He finally looks to the man, his eyes somehow filled with fiery emptiness.
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
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Shen picks the flower from the ground, giving to Blork "Cute little guy aren't you?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*srry. had to go and eat lunch* *speaking of lunch...*
Blork 'eats'? the flower. Shen can see the flower inside of Blork's ooze among the other things that Blork has 'eaten'?
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
He pats Blork with his gloved hand "Such an adorable little creature, welcome to the combat dome, do you have a name?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Blork "Blork"s
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
He smiles at Blork "That is a fantastic name."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
UN NUEVO RETADOR SE ACERCA
(A new challenger approaches)
A slender yet muscular male enters the dome. He has fairly short, messy black hair, pale white skin, a black upper lip, and green eyes with small slit-shaped pupils, similar to a cat's. Part of his hair fall between his eyes. He wears a white jacket, black sash, and a white hakama, with a sheathed sword at his left side. A object seemingly made of bone lies on the top-left side of his head, forming a broken horned helmet.
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
They sense a monster following after them, although at first they do not see them. They see a person, muscular with sharp features, toned to perfection. His hair is completely Jet black, he appears to be around his late 20s, his hair split down the top of the middle, sharp at the edges. His aura feels like being hunted as they move past them, no visible weapons on him, not even claws.
The man’s perpetual frown disappears slightly, looking interested “Who are you?”
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
He looks to him, his hands in his pockets, looking tired at the man “Doesn’t matter, I’ve got people to kill right now.”
“Disrespectful. You remind me of someone in a way. Who are you. That is not a request.”
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
“I don’t care about respect, I don’t care who I remind you of, I don’t what you have to ask.” He begins walking inside.
His frown returns, this time in annoyance “What would it take for you to answer? Torture? Power? Money?”
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
“You’re wasting my time with things I don’t care about, torture means nothing, I’m strong enough, and money means nothing to the strongest.” He begins attacking people, brutalizing them with martial arts.
“You’re far from the strongest.” He appears right behind him, whispering into his ear
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
He shrugs “Don’t care, I will be, and I’ll do it without the help from crumps like you.” He continues brutalizing people in minimal hits.
His frown disappears, replaced with a sick smile “You will never be the strongest. Your quest will show you how pathetic you truly are. And then, you will know true despair.”
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
HAHAHAH... I... HAVE... ARIVED !!! (do I have to prove Jeff? I have a cultist for Jeff)
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
“True despair is for the weak, even if I never live to be the strongest, that’s just because I was never meant to me. I don’t care if I will be the strongest or not, my quest is just a goal.” He finally looks to the man, his eyes somehow filled with fiery emptiness.
*It doesn’t matter about cults anymore, make a character, have fun, fighting is optional.*
*oh...*
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.