Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
*Bringing this back would be fun, but maybe we should let it rest.*
(*Polymorphs into Ragnaris* But what about draconic chaos?)
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
It seems that the 12 year old kid with a bright yellow sweater and a whole lot of issues known as Lonely is being attacked by some powerful swordsman, wearing wicked black armor and wielding a glowing greatsword. Or well, Lonely was being attacked. It seems that after the swordsman had wounded Lonely on the arm, the two of them stood still for a moment, the air grew cold, and the swordsman stopped breathing as the lights left his eyes. Lonely doesn’t know what happened, is wounded, scared, and confused.
A new challenger approaches! A skirmish has broken out between a dozen warriors, all fighting against each other, for glory and for survival. Suddenly, a terrifying note, a single sound of horror, fills the air around them, and they all pause. Then, another. And another. Soon, an entire melody fills the air, leaving the warriors confused and nervous. Then, one of the warriors screams as his form quickly Rots and decays, his flesh falling off of his bones. They all drop like flies, one by one. A gnomish woman walks into the scene, in a brilliant, sparkling red dress, with a powdered wig and lots of makeup. She plays a crimson Viola, strung with the hair of an Ebony unicorn, crafted from the tree used to hang a hundred innocent people. The bow is crafted from the tusk of a magical animal hunted to extinction, and it plays a most dreadful, yet beautiful tune. Introducing lady Lovelace, and her weapon of choice: the Crimson Viol.
*I want to make a Moon Knight style character. Broken mind, strong with a refusal to dodge and or block any attacks, immense damage output, a lot of health, and stuff like that. I’ll begin working on it.*
*Just got to yap at my mom for half an hour after talking about meal plans. I told her about the 5 Hour War and got her opinion on my drawing. She said she was proud of me at least twice and thanked me for telling her about my stuff, and also said she hasn't heard me sound so happy in a long time.*
*She helped me picked out sides for my dinner selections!*
*Just got to yap at my mom for half an hour after talking about meal plans. I told her about the 5 Hour War and got her opinion on my drawing. She said she was proud of me at least twice and thanked me for telling her about my stuff, and also said she hasn't heard me sound so happy in a long time.*
*She helped me picked out sides for my dinner selections!*
*Im happy to hear all of that, happy about all of that indeed.*
It seems that the 12 year old kid with a bright yellow sweater and a whole lot of issues known as Lonely is being attacked by some powerful swordsman, wearing wicked black armor and wielding a glowing greatsword. Or well, Lonely was being attacked. It seems that after the swordsman had wounded Lonely on the arm, the two of them stood still for a moment, the air grew cold, and the swordsman stopped breathing as the lights left his eyes. Lonely doesn’t know what happened, is wounded, scared, and confused.
A new challenger approaches! A skirmish has broken out between a dozen warriors, all fighting against each other, for glory and for survival. Suddenly, a terrifying note, a single sound of horror, fills the air around them, and they all pause. Then, another. And another. Soon, an entire melody fills the air, leaving the warriors confused and nervous. Then, one of the warriors screams as his form quickly Rots and decays, his flesh falling off of his bones. They all drop like flies, one by one. A gnomish woman walks into the scene, in a brilliant, sparkling red dress, with a powdered wig and lots of makeup. She plays a crimson Viola, strung with the hair of an Ebony unicorn, crafted from the tree used to hang a hundred innocent people. The bow is crafted from the tusk of a magical animal hunted to extinction, and it plays a most dreadful, yet beautiful tune. Introducing lady Lovelace, and her weapon of choice: the Crimson Viol.
*Hmmm. Who do you want to rp with?*
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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.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
*Just got to yap at my mom for half an hour after talking about meal plans. I told her about the 5 Hour War and got her opinion on my drawing. She said she was proud of me at least twice and thanked me for telling her about my stuff, and also said she hasn't heard me sound so happy in a long time.*
*She helped me picked out sides for my dinner selections!*
"Cú Chulainn, hero of Ireland. You can call me Cú, Chu, or Lainn."
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.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
He shrugs "I'll stick with Cu, you can just call me Jason. Want another drink?"
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.'
*Y'know what would be cool? Bringing this back*
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.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
(Yeah. I'll try RPin' later today.)
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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*Bringing this back would be fun, but maybe we should let it rest.*
(*Polymorphs into Ragnaris* But what about draconic chaos?)
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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*Sigh, maybe just a little, but I won’t be able to focus on stuff for this until tomorrow probably.*
*After that madness, it would be foolishness not to bring this back!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Then the best thing we can do is bring this back.*
*bring this back! Bring this back!*
*I'm going to be making an avatar of myself, or more accurately, the version of myself I played in the recent Cult War*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Sounds fun, I’ll have to think of some people to make myself, at the moment I’m lacking… inspiration.*
It seems that the 12 year old kid with a bright yellow sweater and a whole lot of issues known as Lonely is being attacked by some powerful swordsman, wearing wicked black armor and wielding a glowing greatsword. Or well, Lonely was being attacked. It seems that after the swordsman had wounded Lonely on the arm, the two of them stood still for a moment, the air grew cold, and the swordsman stopped breathing as the lights left his eyes. Lonely doesn’t know what happened, is wounded, scared, and confused.
A new challenger approaches! A skirmish has broken out between a dozen warriors, all fighting against each other, for glory and for survival. Suddenly, a terrifying note, a single sound of horror, fills the air around them, and they all pause. Then, another. And another. Soon, an entire melody fills the air, leaving the warriors confused and nervous. Then, one of the warriors screams as his form quickly Rots and decays, his flesh falling off of his bones. They all drop like flies, one by one. A gnomish woman walks into the scene, in a brilliant, sparkling red dress, with a powdered wig and lots of makeup. She plays a crimson Viola, strung with the hair of an Ebony unicorn, crafted from the tree used to hang a hundred innocent people. The bow is crafted from the tusk of a magical animal hunted to extinction, and it plays a most dreadful, yet beautiful tune. Introducing lady Lovelace, and her weapon of choice: the Crimson Viol.
*I want to make a Moon Knight style character. Broken mind, strong with a refusal to dodge and or block any attacks, immense damage output, a lot of health, and stuff like that. I’ll begin working on it.*
*Oh we’re bringing this back? I did have an idea for a few characters brewing in the back of my mind*
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.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
*Just got to yap at my mom for half an hour after talking about meal plans. I told her about the 5 Hour War and got her opinion on my drawing. She said she was proud of me at least twice and thanked me for telling her about my stuff, and also said she hasn't heard me sound so happy in a long time.*
*She helped me picked out sides for my dinner selections!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Yeah apparently we are bringing this back, which is going to be fun.*
*Im happy to hear all of that, happy about all of that indeed.*
*Hmmm. Who do you want to rp with?*
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.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
*that sounds positively FRABJOUS! I’m glad you’re doing good*
*also, my computer autocorrects ‘Frabjous,’ to be in all caps. FRABJOUS.*