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!”
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!”
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!”
Zeon is meditating near the fissure he caused earlier, his Spellbook floating above him. His long mantle is billowing in the breeze.
All throughout the Dome, little living toys and plushies roam can occasionally be spotted peeking from rocks, trees, and other debris. Their soft or plastic forms scuffed and dirty, and a few seem to be dripping a viscous red substance. When anyone gets too close, they seem to disappear, leaving a trail of red smoke behind. The large factory stands ominously at the edge of the southern border of the dome, clouded by the red haze.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Zeon is meditating near the fissure he caused earlier, his Spellbook floating above him. His long mantle is billowing in the breeze.
All throughout the Dome, little living toys and plushies roam can occasionally be spotted peeking from rocks, trees, and other debris. Their soft or plastic forms scuffed and dirty, and a few seem to be dripping a viscous red substance. When anyone gets too close, they seem to disappear, leaving a trail of red smoke behind. The large factory stands ominously at the edge of the southern border of the dome, clouded by the red haze.
The breeze suddenly picks up and intensifies, swirling around Zeon. He hears a distant chuckle.
Zeon is meditating near the fissure he caused earlier, his Spellbook floating above him. His long mantle is billowing in the breeze.
All throughout the Dome, little living toys and plushies roam can occasionally be spotted peeking from rocks, trees, and other debris. Their soft or plastic forms scuffed and dirty, and a few seem to be dripping a viscous red substance. When anyone gets too close, they seem to disappear, leaving a trail of red smoke behind. The large factory stands ominously at the edge of the southern border of the dome, clouded by the red haze.
The breeze suddenly picks up and intensifies, swirling around Zeon. He hears a distant chuckle.
Zeon’s purple eyes open as he glances around hearing the chuckle. His own storm aura increasing a bit to mix with the stronger breeze. “Who is there?”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*I’m wonderful! School starts for me in about an hour*
*Wanna RP while we have the time?*
*sure!*
Sekiro has finishes his painting and is looking for somewhere to put it, eventually placing it in Abaddon's office while he was gone.
Rag is in Ettelia's part of the tower, just enjoying life while he doesnt have to work.
Jason is also enjoying life, but he's on a mission to see this dark lord, and kill em.
Inumaki is eating sushi and rice in the Dome.
Don is in the cities of hell, doing the job he was tasked with doing.
*Here are your options.*
I believe we left off with Jason interrupting a meeting the darklord was having with some people. So, in the throne room of the castle, as he bursts the doors open, the Paladin looking figure, not with a helmet, grabs onto the sword at his side and says, “who… are… you?…”
Zeon is meditating near the fissure he caused earlier, his Spellbook floating above him. His long mantle is billowing in the breeze.
All throughout the Dome, little living toys and plushies roam can occasionally be spotted peeking from rocks, trees, and other debris. Their soft or plastic forms scuffed and dirty, and a few seem to be dripping a viscous red substance. When anyone gets too close, they seem to disappear, leaving a trail of red smoke behind. The large factory stands ominously at the edge of the southern border of the dome, clouded by the red haze.
The breeze suddenly picks up and intensifies, swirling around Zeon. He hears a distant chuckle.
Zeon’s purple eyes open as he glances around hearing the chuckle. His own storm aura increasing a bit to mix with the stronger breeze. “Who is there?”
They feel someone lightly tap on their back, but when they look behind them, nothing is there. When they look back forwards, a girl (Appearance) is in front of him, sitting on a fluffy little cloud. She’s about as tall as he is, if not a few inches taller. Little pieces of cloud orbit around her rapidly. The winds become a bit faster.
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*Morning!*
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!”
*how art thou?*
*Not dead, so that’s a plus*
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 see, that’s good. Wanna rp?*
*Sure. Just gimme 10-15 minutes*
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!”
*alrighty! When you’re ready here’s characters*
Lonely has cheered up a bit and is playing with Alacreus.
Johnny teatime and their casts are playing Croquet.
Corvin is tinkering.
new character I could intro right now if you maybe want me to!
*I'm back, kinda.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*hiya! How art thou?*
Zeon is meditating near the fissure he caused earlier, his Spellbook floating above him. His long mantle is billowing in the breeze.
All throughout the Dome, little living toys and plushies roam can occasionally be spotted peeking from rocks, trees, and other debris. Their soft or plastic forms scuffed and dirty, and a few seem to be dripping a viscous red substance. When anyone gets too close, they seem to disappear, leaving a trail of red smoke behind. The large factory stands ominously at the edge of the southern border of the dome, clouded by the red haze.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
The breeze suddenly picks up and intensifies, swirling around Zeon. He hears a distant chuckle.
*I'm good, but school, ya know? How art thou?*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*I’m wonderful! School starts for me in about an hour*
*Wanna RP while we have the time?*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*sure! Characters are above*
*I both miss and don’t miss being in school*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Sekiro has finishes his painting and is looking for somewhere to put it, eventually placing it in Abaddon's office while he was gone.
Rag is in Ettelia's part of the tower, just enjoying life while he doesnt have to work.
Jason is also enjoying life, but he's on a mission to see this dark lord, and kill em.
Inumaki is eating sushi and rice in the Dome.
Don is in the cities of hell, doing the job he was tasked with doing.
*Here are your options.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Zeon’s purple eyes open as he glances around hearing the chuckle. His own storm aura increasing a bit to mix with the stronger breeze. “Who is there?”
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Leonard is looking to sell the many shoes he’s made and amassed.
Eito has a blank scroll in front of them and is writing something like a sutra with pure light.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
I believe we left off with Jason interrupting a meeting the darklord was having with some people. So, in the throne room of the castle, as he bursts the doors open, the Paladin looking figure, not with a helmet, grabs onto the sword at his side and says, “who… are… you?…”
They feel someone lightly tap on their back, but when they look behind them, nothing is there. When they look back forwards, a girl (Appearance) is in front of him, sitting on a fluffy little cloud. She’s about as tall as he is, if not a few inches taller. Little pieces of cloud orbit around her rapidly. The winds become a bit faster.