*Baal has convinced me to bring my child in here.*
Donn Adhfhuafaireacht, also known as the Dark Beast in Gaelic, is a chilling tale often recounted by mothers to dissuade misbehaving children. The story warns that "Donn Adhfhuafaireacht will come into your dreams, lure you away from the waking world, and snatch your body while you are inside your mind!" The narrative serves as a cautionary tale, but little do they know, tales can transcend mere words and take on a life of their own.
Originating from the darkness of Feywild, Donn Adhfhuafaireacht lurks within the shadows behind trees and in the depths of the night. It conceals itself under pillows and beneath beds, infiltrating the dreams of unsuspecting individuals to drain them of their life force. Like a deity savoring ambrosia, this malevolent being sustains itself by consuming the fears of its victims.
In its physical form, Donn Adhfhuafaireacht manifests as a towering 6'8" figure, adorned in black fur and possessing matte, pitch-black skin. Its head resembles that of a ram, crowned with large, sharpened golden horns. Its eyes emit a faint, eerie glow in pure darkness. This monstrous entity boasts human-like arms and cloven hooves for feet. Its fingers are adorned with razor-sharp iron claws, sharper than any blade, and a nearly imperceptible substance seeps from beneath its nail beds - a manifestation of pure necrotic energy.
Brandishing a large, black metal pitchfork, its weathered appearance betrays its ancient origins, yet its tines remain sharper than needles. Twine wraps along its wooden handle, adding to the sinister aesthetic of this otherworldly creature.
Walking among the fields quietly, a goat-like creature hums to itself. It wears a black suit, a matching waistcoat with golden buttons, and dangly golden earrings from its ears. It carries a pitchfork in one hand and, in the other, a young child on his hip. She has long black hair, pointy little ears, and bright green eyes. She tries to reach out to the bugs, giggling a bit.
*Looks great! I can’t take on another interaction right now but if you stick around I’d love to roleplay with this dude.*
*Baal has convinced me to bring my child in here.*
Donn Adhfhuafaireacht, also known as the Dark Beast in Gaelic, is a chilling tale often recounted by mothers to dissuade misbehaving children. The story warns that "Donn Adhfhuafaireacht will come into your dreams, lure you away from the waking world, and snatch your body while you are inside your mind!" The narrative serves as a cautionary tale, but little do they know, tales can transcend mere words and take on a life of their own.
Originating from the darkness of Feywild, Donn Adhfhuafaireacht lurks within the shadows behind trees and in the depths of the night. It conceals itself under pillows and beneath beds, infiltrating the dreams of unsuspecting individuals to drain them of their life force. Like a deity savoring ambrosia, this malevolent being sustains itself by consuming the fears of its victims.
In its physical form, Donn Adhfhuafaireacht manifests as a towering 6'8" figure, adorned in black fur and possessing matte, pitch-black skin. Its head resembles that of a ram, crowned with large, sharpened golden horns. Its eyes emit a faint, eerie glow in pure darkness. This monstrous entity boasts human-like arms and cloven hooves for feet. Its fingers are adorned with razor-sharp iron claws, sharper than any blade, and a nearly imperceptible substance seeps from beneath its nail beds - a manifestation of pure necrotic energy.
Brandishing a large, black metal pitchfork, its weathered appearance betrays its ancient origins, yet its tines remain sharper than needles. Twine wraps along its wooden handle, adding to the sinister aesthetic of this otherworldly creature.
Walking among the fields quietly, a goat-like creature hums to itself. It wears a black suit, a matching waistcoat with golden buttons, and dangly golden earrings from its ears. It carries a pitchfork in one hand and, in the other, a young child on his hip. She has long black hair, pointy little ears, and bright green eyes. She tries to reach out to the bugs, giggling a bit.
*Looks great! I can’t take on another interaction right now but if you stick around I’d love to roleplay with this dude.*
*I will! :D. Whenever you are able to, just reply and ill be right over.*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
“Experience comes with age.” He says and he pinches up the blood mud, rolling it up in his fingers. “I admire your outlook. It is very unique among the elves.”
He finally takes the last splinter out of his hand, "It is only a matter of time until one of us were different from the rest. How old are you?" He says going back to sharpening the blade.
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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 twins decide they wish to explore the rest of the keep for a bit, since they plan on staying for some time at least. Noctis has fun jumping into shadows and appearing from shadows elsewhere in the Keep while Leo walks around like normal.
The Keep is large and expansive and the architecture does not always make the most logical sense. You come across a room filled with rug. The floor is a magnificent Persian carpet woven with priceless fabrics and covered in intricate patterns and designs. This carpet is massive and fills most of the floor. It seems almost sacrilegious to walk on such a priceless work of art. The walls are covered in tapestries and paintings and there is some fine furniture around the edges of the room, but these seem more like ornaments carefully placed to draw even more attention to the carpets splendor.
Noctis would go and touch the carpet with his shadowy hand as Leo whispers out. “Nocs, I don’t think you should touch that….”
Donn hums to himself as he draws in the dirt. It appears to be a sigil of sorts, a get one used to draw power to a certain spot. He uses the tip of his pitchfork to do so.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Donn hums to himself as he draws in the dirt. It appears to be a sigil of sorts, a get one used to draw power to a certain spot. He uses the tip of his pitchfork to do so.
The Lumberjack walks by, dragging an entire tree in one hand, many splinters in his hand the size of toothpicks, his axe nearly bright and sharp. He looks to Donn, his pointed elvish ears twitching.
Donn hums to himself as he draws in the dirt. It appears to be a sigil of sorts, a get one used to draw power to a certain spot. He uses the tip of his pitchfork to do so.
The Lumberjack walks by, dragging an entire tree in one hand, many splinters in his hand the size of toothpicks, his axe nearly bright and sharp. He looks to Donn, his pointed elvish ears twitching.
Donn looks over, his eyes glowing brightly as his lips curl back in a smile "Hello there fellow. Lovely day no?'
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Donn hums to himself as he draws in the dirt. It appears to be a sigil of sorts, a get one used to draw power to a certain spot. He uses the tip of his pitchfork to do so.
The Lumberjack walks by, dragging an entire tree in one hand, many splinters in his hand the size of toothpicks, his axe nearly bright and sharp. He looks to Donn, his pointed elvish ears twitching.
Donn looks over, his eyes glowing brightly as his lips curl back in a smile "Hello there fellow. Lovely day no?'
He grumbles in elvish for a moment before saying in deep and rough voice “A day too long, although it do enjoy it as much as anyone else.”
Donn hums to himself as he draws in the dirt. It appears to be a sigil of sorts, a get one used to draw power to a certain spot. He uses the tip of his pitchfork to do so.
The Lumberjack walks by, dragging an entire tree in one hand, many splinters in his hand the size of toothpicks, his axe nearly bright and sharp. He looks to Donn, his pointed elvish ears twitching.
Donn looks over, his eyes glowing brightly as his lips curl back in a smile "Hello there fellow. Lovely day no?'
He grumbles in elvish for a moment before saying in deep and rough voice “A day too long, although it do enjoy it as much as anyone else.”
Donn nods and leans on his pitchfork "I do agree." He chuckles.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Donn hums to himself as he draws in the dirt. It appears to be a sigil of sorts, a get one used to draw power to a certain spot. He uses the tip of his pitchfork to do so.
The Lumberjack walks by, dragging an entire tree in one hand, many splinters in his hand the size of toothpicks, his axe nearly bright and sharp. He looks to Donn, his pointed elvish ears twitching.
Donn looks over, his eyes glowing brightly as his lips curl back in a smile "Hello there fellow. Lovely day no?'
He grumbles in elvish for a moment before saying in deep and rough voice “A day too long, although it do enjoy it as much as anyone else.”
Donn nods and leans on his pitchfork "I do agree." He chuckles.
He drops the log with a thud and looks at his hand, beginning to pull out the giant splinters, blood spilling to the dirt, turning it into mud.
*Yep. My first option would be Alabastor Paon, only he would be more like my original version of him instead of the sophisticated noble adventure/scholar I play him as in the Smorgasbord or the Dome. My original Al is a flamboyant and eccentric fashionista that can act sophisticated and charming as well, but is also prone to fanboying over other great fashion designers, gets flustered at being flirted with or getting genuine compliments from people he cares about/admires, and LOVES birds. Basically, he is a big ol’ glorious peacock in human form (which is what Paon means in French). He would great all manner of extravagant outfits that would make they nobles of the Hunger Games jealous, and also creates all manner of jewelry as well.
The other character would be Aerania Silkenspool, who is a 10 foot tall lanky and spindly stick figure hybrid of a woman and a spider. Skin of pale white with eight black spider eyes and both a human mouth and spider mandibles, and long and thin black hair that goes down to her lower back. She has six long arms with thin spindly fingers that she can move around with surprising dexterity. She is monstrous, and yet she has a look of grace and comeliness. She uses her magical spider silk to create all manner of clothing and accessories that come in array of colors and with various magical properties. She herself dresses plainly despite the beauty of her works.*
Fahkar is doing his usual stuff, AKA ghoul hunting.
*Bop*
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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%.
I like cheese.
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*Looks great! I can’t take on another interaction right now but if you stick around I’d love to roleplay with this dude.*
*I will! :D. Whenever you are able to, just reply and ill be right over.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He finally takes the last splinter out of his hand, "It is only a matter of time until one of us were different from the rest. How old are you?" He says going back to sharpening the blade.
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.)
Noctis would go and touch the carpet with his shadowy hand as Leo whispers out. “Nocs, I don’t think you should touch that….”
Donn hums to himself as he draws in the dirt. It appears to be a sigil of sorts, a get one used to draw power to a certain spot. He uses the tip of his pitchfork to do so.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The Lumberjack walks by, dragging an entire tree in one hand, many splinters in his hand the size of toothpicks, his axe nearly bright and sharp. He looks to Donn, his pointed elvish ears twitching.
Donn looks over, his eyes glowing brightly as his lips curl back in a smile "Hello there fellow. Lovely day no?'
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He grumbles in elvish for a moment before saying in deep and rough voice “A day too long, although it do enjoy it as much as anyone else.”
Donn nods and leans on his pitchfork "I do agree." He chuckles.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He drops the log with a thud and looks at his hand, beginning to pull out the giant splinters, blood spilling to the dirt, turning it into mud.
*I have two completely different character ideas for a magical seamster/seamstress character to add here and I’m not sure which one I should go with*
*How about you make both and make them rivals or something?*
*Honestly if I did both I’d make them lovers/spouses instead. Lol*
*That was going to be my second suggestion, but I didn’t know how old they were, so.*
*Probably long living if not immortal, but look and behave like young adults.*
*Ah, so like the Lumberjack in terms of age, but act more like the Jester. That sounds fun.*
*I saw this and thought, Autumn Country reference perchance? Silly ai*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*Yep. My first option would be Alabastor Paon, only he would be more like my original version of him instead of the sophisticated noble adventure/scholar I play him as in the Smorgasbord or the Dome. My original Al is a flamboyant and eccentric fashionista that can act sophisticated and charming as well, but is also prone to fanboying over other great fashion designers, gets flustered at being flirted with or getting genuine compliments from people he cares about/admires, and LOVES birds. Basically, he is a big ol’ glorious peacock in human form (which is what Paon means in French). He would great all manner of extravagant outfits that would make they nobles of the Hunger Games jealous, and also creates all manner of jewelry as well.
The other character would be Aerania Silkenspool, who is a 10 foot tall lanky and spindly stick figure hybrid of a woman and a spider. Skin of pale white with eight black spider eyes and both a human mouth and spider mandibles, and long and thin black hair that goes down to her lower back. She has six long arms with thin spindly fingers that she can move around with surprising dexterity. She is monstrous, and yet she has a look of grace and comeliness. She uses her magical spider silk to create all manner of clothing and accessories that come in array of colors and with various magical properties. She herself dresses plainly despite the beauty of her works.*
*OMG, I just realized…I could introduce my Archfey goddess of Autumn here!
Not that she would be a true goddess or anything, much she would really fit right it.*
*Bop*
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.