*Who would jive well with a mentally disturbed boxer turned super solider with DID, the secondary personality being a lot more violent and rude, while the primary is a lot more reserved and nice?*
*Man, idk, maybe the immortal gambling demon bounty hunter. I legit forgot most of my characters here, and the ones I do remember, I don't want to use the non original ones.*
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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.'
*Who would jive well with a mentally disturbed boxer turned super solider with DID, the secondary personality being a lot more violent and rude, while the primary is a lot more reserved and nice?*
*Man, idk, maybe the immortal gambling demon bounty hunter. I legit forgot most of my characters here, and the ones I do remember, I don't want to use the non original ones.*
*That works*
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
*Who would jive well with a mentally disturbed boxer turned super solider with DID, the secondary personality being a lot more violent and rude, while the primary is a lot more reserved and nice?*
*Man, idk, maybe the immortal gambling demon bounty hunter. I legit forgot most of my characters here, and the ones I do remember, I don't want to use the non original ones.*
*That works*
Donquixote is sitting down having a smoke, billows of red smoke coming from behind his teeth, his horns on fire as he takes a break from fighting, leaning against a wall.
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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.'
*Who would jive well with a mentally disturbed boxer turned super solider with DID, the secondary personality being a lot more violent and rude, while the primary is a lot more reserved and nice?*
*Man, idk, maybe the immortal gambling demon bounty hunter. I legit forgot most of my characters here, and the ones I do remember, I don't want to use the non original ones.*
*That works*
Donquixote is sitting down having a smoke, billows of red smoke coming from behind his teeth, his horns on fire as he takes a break from fighting, leaning against a wall.
He sees a man in a straitjacket 'fighting' a man. Every sword swing the man takes, the man in the straitjacket dodges " Hey-" a dodge "We don't have to-" another dodge "Please stop" a side step "I don't want to fight yo-" the man interrupts his sentence with a sword swing, which he still dodges
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
*Who would jive well with a mentally disturbed boxer turned super solider with DID, the secondary personality being a lot more violent and rude, while the primary is a lot more reserved and nice?*
*Man, idk, maybe the immortal gambling demon bounty hunter. I legit forgot most of my characters here, and the ones I do remember, I don't want to use the non original ones.*
*That works*
Donquixote is sitting down having a smoke, billows of red smoke coming from behind his teeth, his horns on fire as he takes a break from fighting, leaning against a wall.
He sees a man in a straitjacket 'fighting' a man. Every sword swing the man takes, the man in the straitjacket dodges " Hey-" a dodge "We don't have to-" another dodge "Please stop" a side step "I don't want to fight yo-" the man interrupts his sentence with a sword swing, which he still dodges
He sighs as he watches the fight, he takes the cigarette out of his mouth and throws it into the eye of the person they are fighting, burning their eyes instantly.
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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.'
*Who would jive well with a mentally disturbed boxer turned super solider with DID, the secondary personality being a lot more violent and rude, while the primary is a lot more reserved and nice?*
*Man, idk, maybe the immortal gambling demon bounty hunter. I legit forgot most of my characters here, and the ones I do remember, I don't want to use the non original ones.*
*That works*
Donquixote is sitting down having a smoke, billows of red smoke coming from behind his teeth, his horns on fire as he takes a break from fighting, leaning against a wall.
He sees a man in a straitjacket 'fighting' a man. Every sword swing the man takes, the man in the straitjacket dodges " Hey-" a dodge "We don't have to-" another dodge "Please stop" a side step "I don't want to fight yo-" the man interrupts his sentence with a sword swing, which he still dodges
He sighs as he watches the fight, he takes the cigarette out of his mouth and throws it into the eye of the person they are fighting, burning their eyes instantly.
The man screams and falls to the ground, clawing at his eyes "Thanks for the assist." The man in the straitjacket smiles "I'm Jimmy."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
The man screams and falls to the ground, clawing at his eyes "Thanks for the assist." The man in the straitjacket smiles "I'm Jimmy."
"Least I could do, he earned it." He walks over to the person and stabs them in the chest with his katana, before pulling it through them.
“That wasn’t very nice.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
The man screams and falls to the ground, clawing at his eyes "Thanks for the assist." The man in the straitjacket smiles "I'm Jimmy."
"Least I could do, he earned it." He walks over to the person and stabs them in the chest with his katana, before pulling it through them.
“That wasn’t very nice.”
"Don't care, couldn't care if I tried." He kicks the body "Who're you?"
“Already told you. I’m Jimmy.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
The man screams and falls to the ground, clawing at his eyes "Thanks for the assist." The man in the straitjacket smiles "I'm Jimmy."
"Least I could do, he earned it." He walks over to the person and stabs them in the chest with his katana, before pulling it through them.
“That wasn’t very nice.”
"Don't care, couldn't care if I tried." He kicks the body "Who're you?"
“Already told you. I’m Jimmy.”
"Sorry, you're so nice its easy to forget who you are." He says, spitting on the body before setting it on fire, using the fire to light another cigarette.
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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.'
The man screams and falls to the ground, clawing at his eyes "Thanks for the assist." The man in the straitjacket smiles "I'm Jimmy."
"Least I could do, he earned it." He walks over to the person and stabs them in the chest with his katana, before pulling it through them.
“That wasn’t very nice.”
"Don't care, couldn't care if I tried." He kicks the body "Who're you?"
“Already told you. I’m Jimmy.”
"Sorry, you're so nice its easy to forget who you are." He says, spitting on the body before setting it on fire, using the fire to light another cigarette.
“Was that a compliment or an insult?”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
He chuckles, blowing smoke "Yes." He sheaths his sword back.
“That doesn’t answer the question.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
Ragnaris is laying down in a corner of the Dome, cleaning his scales. Over the past few weeks, they have gathered a thin coat of dust and other debris.
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Ragnaris is laying down in a corner of the Dome, cleaning his scales. Over the past few weeks, they have gathered a thin coat of dust and other debris.
Rag sits to them in his larger dragon form, still much dwarfed by his grandfather. He appears to be bleeding slightly, but that is nothing new for a warrior such as him.
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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.'
Ragnaris is laying down in a corner of the Dome, cleaning his scales. Over the past few weeks, they have gathered a thin coat of dust and other debris.
Rag sits to them in his larger dragon form, still much dwarfed by his grandfather. He appears to be bleeding slightly, but that is nothing new for a warrior such as him.
Ragnaris whips his head towards his grandson, not even having noticed his approach. "Ragnerious? When did you arrive here?"
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Ragnaris is laying down in a corner of the Dome, cleaning his scales. Over the past few weeks, they have gathered a thin coat of dust and other debris.
Rag sits to them in his larger dragon form, still much dwarfed by his grandfather. He appears to be bleeding slightly, but that is nothing new for a warrior such as him.
Ragnaris whips his head towards his grandson, not even having noticed his approach. "Ragnerious? When did you arrive here?"
"It does not matter, I am here now grandfather." He rests his head, one of his arms appears destroyed, bleeding from many, many places.
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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.'
Ragnaris is laying down in a corner of the Dome, cleaning his scales. Over the past few weeks, they have gathered a thin coat of dust and other debris.
Rag sits to them in his larger dragon form, still much dwarfed by his grandfather. He appears to be bleeding slightly, but that is nothing new for a warrior such as him.
Ragnaris whips his head towards his grandson, not even having noticed his approach. "Ragnerious? When did you arrive here?"
"It does not matter, I am here now grandfather." He rests his head, one of his arms appears destroyed, bleeding from many, many places.
Ragnaris narrows his massive eyes, his lips curling back in a snarl. "Who did this to you? Whoever they are, I will tear them limb from limb!"
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
*Man, idk, maybe the immortal gambling demon bounty hunter. I legit forgot most of my characters here, and the ones I do remember, I don't want to use the non original ones.*
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.)
*That works*
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
Donquixote is sitting down having a smoke, billows of red smoke coming from behind his teeth, his horns on fire as he takes a break from fighting, leaning against a wall.
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.)
He sees a man in a straitjacket 'fighting' a man. Every sword swing the man takes, the man in the straitjacket dodges " Hey-" a dodge "We don't have to-" another dodge "Please stop" a side step "I don't want to fight yo-" the man interrupts his sentence with a sword swing, which he still dodges
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
He sighs as he watches the fight, he takes the cigarette out of his mouth and throws it into the eye of the person they are fighting, burning their eyes instantly.
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.)
The man screams and falls to the ground, clawing at his eyes "Thanks for the assist." The man in the straitjacket smiles "I'm Jimmy."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"Least I could do, he earned it." He walks over to the person and stabs them in the chest with his katana, before pulling it through them.
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.)
“That wasn’t very nice.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"Don't care, couldn't care if I tried." He kicks the body "Who're 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.)
“Already told you. I’m Jimmy.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"Sorry, you're so nice its easy to forget who you are." He says, spitting on the body before setting it on fire, using the fire to light another cigarette.
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.)
“Was that a compliment or an insult?”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
He chuckles, blowing smoke "Yes." He sheaths his sword back.
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.)
“That doesn’t answer the question.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"It's not supposed to. Why're you here if you don't want to fight?"
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.)
Ragnaris is laying down in a corner of the Dome, cleaning his scales. Over the past few weeks, they have gathered a thin coat of dust and other debris.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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Rag sits to them in his larger dragon form, still much dwarfed by his grandfather. He appears to be bleeding slightly, but that is nothing new for a warrior such as him.
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.)
Ragnaris whips his head towards his grandson, not even having noticed his approach. "Ragnerious? When did you arrive here?"
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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"It does not matter, I am here now grandfather." He rests his head, one of his arms appears destroyed, bleeding from many, many places.
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.)
Ragnaris narrows his massive eyes, his lips curling back in a snarl. "Who did this to you? Whoever they are, I will tear them limb from limb!"
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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