*I'm here. I am also trying to figure out another character.*
*A good way I've been doing it, is giving titles to the characters, building them off of their jobs like the Lumberjack or the Jester*
*I think that this thread doesn't have enough evil dudes. I shall make an evil dude. or maybe more than one evil dude.*
*I wouldn't recommend doing that, considering one of my characters is a crusader, but I'm not going to stop you either.*
*Not necessarily very evil dudes, and certainly not ghoul-aligned evil dudes because my other character hunts and kills ghouls.*
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
"Book man?" He says with a sharply arched eyebrow over his wide spectacles. A bird is fluttering about above his head. He sighs, "Listen Beastknight. A few nights ago, the artifact known as the Frenzied Flame was placed in my care. I believe you were the one who killed its previous wielder. Am I correct?"
*Thanks..*
He nods. "The Bad Man....A...Apollon.."
"Apollon, yes... Apollon," He hold's his chin in thought and murmurs to himself, "Apollon... possible demigod... must check for poetry... Apollon's wheel... Destroyer..." He then looks back up at you and clears his throat, "Yes, well, do you perhaps no anything of this man's history?"
"Hunter.....possibly immortal....animals tell rumors of a masked man....looks like him....roaming country..."
He listens intently and temples his fingers, "... a masked man roaming the country? Do you know where he has been sighted? Do the animals say anything more?" He mentally curses himself for neglecting to check the local wildlife for information.
"Book man?" He says with a sharply arched eyebrow over his wide spectacles. A bird is fluttering about above his head. He sighs, "Listen Beastknight. A few nights ago, the artifact known as the Frenzied Flame was placed in my care. I believe you were the one who killed its previous wielder. Am I correct?"
*Thanks..*
He nods. "The Bad Man....A...Apollon.."
"Apollon, yes... Apollon," He hold's his chin in thought and murmurs to himself, "Apollon... possible demigod... must check for poetry... Apollon's wheel... Destroyer..." He then looks back up at you and clears his throat, "Yes, well, do you perhaps no anything of this man's history?"
"Hunter.....possibly immortal....animals tell rumors of a masked man....looks like him....roaming country..."
He listens intently and temples his fingers, "... a masked man roaming the country? Do you know where he has been sighted? Do the animals say anything more?" He mentally curses himself for neglecting to check the local wildlife for information.
"Falcons...said...he was near...near woods..." he says, thinking. "They say...he glows....fire inside...frenzied...."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Book man?" He says with a sharply arched eyebrow over his wide spectacles. A bird is fluttering about above his head. He sighs, "Listen Beastknight. A few nights ago, the artifact known as the Frenzied Flame was placed in my care. I believe you were the one who killed its previous wielder. Am I correct?"
*Thanks..*
He nods. "The Bad Man....A...Apollon.."
"Apollon, yes... Apollon," He hold's his chin in thought and murmurs to himself, "Apollon... possible demigod... must check for poetry... Apollon's wheel... Destroyer..." He then looks back up at you and clears his throat, "Yes, well, do you perhaps no anything of this man's history?"
"Hunter.....possibly immortal....animals tell rumors of a masked man....looks like him....roaming country..."
He listens intently and temples his fingers, "... a masked man roaming the country? Do you know where he has been sighted? Do the animals say anything more?" He mentally curses himself for neglecting to check the local wildlife for information.
"Falcons...said...he was near...near woods..." he says, thinking. "They say...he glows....fire inside...frenzied...."
"The immortal are frustratingly hard to kill." A mental war seems to be fighting inside his head. So fierce that it could explode out of his forehead and cause catastrophic damage to the surrounding area. Eventually one side wins victoriously and he speaks, "A little while ago... some bogey filched most of the Frenzied Flame. I still have a fragment of it... and I don't believe the thief had any personal plans for it... Anyways, I thought it best that I warn you seeing as how you are the head guard here."
"Book man?" He says with a sharply arched eyebrow over his wide spectacles. A bird is fluttering about above his head. He sighs, "Listen Beastknight. A few nights ago, the artifact known as the Frenzied Flame was placed in my care. I believe you were the one who killed its previous wielder. Am I correct?"
*Thanks..*
He nods. "The Bad Man....A...Apollon.."
"Apollon, yes... Apollon," He hold's his chin in thought and murmurs to himself, "Apollon... possible demigod... must check for poetry... Apollon's wheel... Destroyer..." He then looks back up at you and clears his throat, "Yes, well, do you perhaps no anything of this man's history?"
"Hunter.....possibly immortal....animals tell rumors of a masked man....looks like him....roaming country..."
He listens intently and temples his fingers, "... a masked man roaming the country? Do you know where he has been sighted? Do the animals say anything more?" He mentally curses himself for neglecting to check the local wildlife for information.
"Falcons...said...he was near...near woods..." he says, thinking. "They say...he glows....fire inside...frenzied...."
"The immortal are frustratingly hard to kill." A mental war seems to be fighting inside his head. So fierce that it could explode out of his forehead and cause catastrophic damage to the surrounding area. Eventually one side wins victoriously and he speaks, "A little while ago... some bogey filched most of the Frenzied Flame. I still have a fragment of it... and I don't believe the thief had any personal plans for it... Anyways, I thought it best that I warn you seeing as how you are the head guard here."
"Any....any clues on what the thief looks like?" he grumbles, petting his rabbit.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"The immortal are frustratingly hard to kill." A mental war seems to be fighting inside his head. So fierce that it could explode out of his forehead and cause catastrophic damage to the surrounding area. Eventually one side wins victoriously and he speaks, "A little while ago... some bogey filched most of the Frenzied Flame. I still have a fragment of it... and I don't believe the thief had any personal plans for it... Anyways, I thought it best that I warn you seeing as how you are the head guard here."
"Any....any clues on what the thief looks like?" he grumbles, petting his rabbit.
"He was a large, round shadow spirit, dressed in fine attire. I believe he was retrieving it for someone else though. That's who I am worried about." Then he stops and looks at you, "So you can speak in complete sentences."
"The immortal are frustratingly hard to kill." A mental war seems to be fighting inside his head. So fierce that it could explode out of his forehead and cause catastrophic damage to the surrounding area. Eventually one side wins victoriously and he speaks, "A little while ago... some bogey filched most of the Frenzied Flame. I still have a fragment of it... and I don't believe the thief had any personal plans for it... Anyways, I thought it best that I warn you seeing as how you are the head guard here."
"Any....any clues on what the thief looks like?" he grumbles, petting his rabbit.
"He was a large, round shadow spirit, dressed in fine attire. I believe he was retrieving it for someone else though. That's who I am worried about." Then he stops and looks at you, "So you can speak in complete sentences."
"Sometimes..." he grumbles. "Shadow....feels....familiar.."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"The immortal are frustratingly hard to kill." A mental war seems to be fighting inside his head. So fierce that it could explode out of his forehead and cause catastrophic damage to the surrounding area. Eventually one side wins victoriously and he speaks, "A little while ago... some bogey filched most of the Frenzied Flame. I still have a fragment of it... and I don't believe the thief had any personal plans for it... Anyways, I thought it best that I warn you seeing as how you are the head guard here."
"Any....any clues on what the thief looks like?" he grumbles, petting his rabbit.
"He was a large, round shadow spirit, dressed in fine attire. I believe he was retrieving it for someone else though. That's who I am worried about." Then he stops and looks at you, "So you can speak in complete sentences."
"Sometimes..." he grumbles. "Shadow....feels....familiar.."
"Hm, well I better be off. I have other matters I must attend to." He turns to leave, "Thank you for your help."
"The immortal are frustratingly hard to kill." A mental war seems to be fighting inside his head. So fierce that it could explode out of his forehead and cause catastrophic damage to the surrounding area. Eventually one side wins victoriously and he speaks, "A little while ago... some bogey filched most of the Frenzied Flame. I still have a fragment of it... and I don't believe the thief had any personal plans for it... Anyways, I thought it best that I warn you seeing as how you are the head guard here."
"Any....any clues on what the thief looks like?" he grumbles, petting his rabbit.
"He was a large, round shadow spirit, dressed in fine attire. I believe he was retrieving it for someone else though. That's who I am worried about." Then he stops and looks at you, "So you can speak in complete sentences."
"Sometimes..." he grumbles. "Shadow....feels....familiar.."
"Hm, well I better be off. I have other matters I must attend to." He turns to leave, "Thank you for your help."
THe Knight looks frustrated as he follows the Librarian.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Funny man...entertainer?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Not necessarily very evil dudes, and certainly not ghoul-aligned evil dudes because my other character hunts and kills ghouls.*
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
He nods "I entertain in any way I can."
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 Knight considers this before nodding. "Performance...would be....nice."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He listens intently and temples his fingers, "... a masked man roaming the country? Do you know where he has been sighted? Do the animals say anything more?" He mentally curses himself for neglecting to check the local wildlife for information.
"Falcons...said...he was near...near woods..." he says, thinking. "They say...he glows....fire inside...frenzied...."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"The immortal are frustratingly hard to kill." A mental war seems to be fighting inside his head. So fierce that it could explode out of his forehead and cause catastrophic damage to the surrounding area. Eventually one side wins victoriously and he speaks, "A little while ago... some bogey filched most of the Frenzied Flame. I still have a fragment of it... and I don't believe the thief had any personal plans for it... Anyways, I thought it best that I warn you seeing as how you are the head guard here."
"Any....any clues on what the thief looks like?" he grumbles, petting his rabbit.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He takes his lute, playing and beginning to dance. Wis save if you would.
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 was a large, round shadow spirit, dressed in fine attire. I believe he was retrieving it for someone else though. That's who I am worried about." Then he stops and looks at you, "So you can speak in complete sentences."
WIS:1
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Sometimes..." he grumbles. "Shadow....feels....familiar.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Hm, well I better be off. I have other matters I must attend to." He turns to leave, "Thank you for your help."
Just barely fails. Beastknight now idolizes the Jester, and finds his performance to be the greatest he has ever seen.
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 Knight looks frustrated as he follows the Librarian.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Knight tilts his head.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Jester's song and dance are inspirational, incredible, perfect in every step and note.
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 lets out a hmph. He is barely impressed. It does rival some of the performances he's seen but its not the greatest.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I assume he's immune to being charmed in some way? It was worth a try.* He continues to dance in spite of the hmph.
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 has resistances, since he is very simple minded* He gives him a few claps of his hands o be respectful
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.