John walks out to the courtyard, another skull added to his belt, this one carved perfectly to appear like a human skull, although obviously not made of bone. He has his trick weapon on his back, his pistol at his side, and his studded leather hidden underneath his attire. He moves with a silvery moonlight mist around him, like bone dust or something.
Alabastor, who is currently in the Courtyard, notices John approaching.
John nods to Alabastor out of equal respect, his eyes shivering with his obvious madness. He begins to train silently.
Alabastor observes silently. He thinks he has seen this hunter a few times before, but they have never spoken to each other before.
"Same here. I like knowing who I might be on the hunts with, helps with synergizing with each other."
He circles around him, appraising his body
Al watches, not too bothered. Many of his fellow hunters have done stranger things around him. Madness isn't too uncommon with their occupation.
He continues circling, then stoping. “What exactly is your blood?”
"It's the results of experiments my family was apart of in the distant past. Basically they experimented on the blood of various creatures to infuse human blood with powerful properties. Such experimentation was banned on living subjects a couple centuries ago, but those that survived and their offsprings have the rare change of awakening this potent blood."
“My creator would have been interested in something like that. Always was fascinated by pushing the limits of life.”
"Your creator?" He says looking over Roman a bit more closely now.
He notices that his hands are metallic, having mechanical joints. The small portions of his face that are exposed and his neck have golden lines running down them “Yes. Creator.”
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Yo I’m Himy (He/Him) (pronounced exactly as written for those who are wondering) I'm adhd and exhibit high antisocial tendencies, so bear with me if I seem apathetic. I like reading, watching anime, playing video games, and questioning my morality. I don't rp as much as I used to, but I'm almost aways on Onions or LCW. Always willing to chat. I do observe a lot, even if I'm not posting. That's me in a nutshell
"Same here. I like knowing who I might be on the hunts with, helps with synergizing with each other."
He circles around him, appraising his body
Al watches, not too bothered. Many of his fellow hunters have done stranger things around him. Madness isn't too uncommon with their occupation.
He continues circling, then stoping. “What exactly is your blood?”
"It's the results of experiments my family was apart of in the distant past. Basically they experimented on the blood of various creatures to infuse human blood with powerful properties. Such experimentation was banned on living subjects a couple centuries ago, but those that survived and their offsprings have the rare change of awakening this potent blood."
“My creator would have been interested in something like that. Always was fascinated by pushing the limits of life.”
"Your creator?" He says looking over Roman a bit more closely now.
He notices that his hands are metallic, having mechanical joints. The small portions of his face that are exposed and his neck have golden lines running down them “Yes. Creator.”
"Ah, I see. You are one of those Manikin constructs. Not that it matters much to me who or what you are, but that explains what you mean. Who is your creator? Do they live in the City?"
John walks out to the courtyard, another skull added to his belt, this one carved perfectly to appear like a human skull, although obviously not made of bone. He has his trick weapon on his back, his pistol at his side, and his studded leather hidden underneath his attire. He moves with a silvery moonlight mist around him, like bone dust or something.
Alabastor, who is currently in the Courtyard, notices John approaching.
John nods to Alabastor out of equal respect, his eyes shivering with his obvious madness. He begins to train silently.
Alabastor observes silently. He thinks he has seen this hunter a few times before, but they have never spoken to each other before.
With every strike John makes pierces through the dummy with brutal accuracy and efficiency, moving with grace. They eventually stop after decapitating the dummy and looks back to Alabastor, their voice cold and laced with a violent madness “Hello fellow hunter? Have we met?”
"Same here. I like knowing who I might be on the hunts with, helps with synergizing with each other."
He circles around him, appraising his body
Al watches, not too bothered. Many of his fellow hunters have done stranger things around him. Madness isn't too uncommon with their occupation.
He continues circling, then stoping. “What exactly is your blood?”
"It's the results of experiments my family was apart of in the distant past. Basically they experimented on the blood of various creatures to infuse human blood with powerful properties. Such experimentation was banned on living subjects a couple centuries ago, but those that survived and their offsprings have the rare change of awakening this potent blood."
“My creator would have been interested in something like that. Always was fascinated by pushing the limits of life.”
"Your creator?" He says looking over Roman a bit more closely now.
He notices that his hands are metallic, having mechanical joints. The small portions of his face that are exposed and his neck have golden lines running down them “Yes. Creator.”
"Ah, I see. You are one of those Manikin constructs. Not that it matters much to me who or what you are, but that explains what you mean. Who is your creator? Do they live in the City?"
“No. They were once a Hunter, but they left them to return to their home town, which they now run.”
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Yo I’m Himy (He/Him) (pronounced exactly as written for those who are wondering) I'm adhd and exhibit high antisocial tendencies, so bear with me if I seem apathetic. I like reading, watching anime, playing video games, and questioning my morality. I don't rp as much as I used to, but I'm almost aways on Onions or LCW. Always willing to chat. I do observe a lot, even if I'm not posting. That's me in a nutshell
John walks out to the courtyard, another skull added to his belt, this one carved perfectly to appear like a human skull, although obviously not made of bone. He has his trick weapon on his back, his pistol at his side, and his studded leather hidden underneath his attire. He moves with a silvery moonlight mist around him, like bone dust or something.
Alabastor, who is currently in the Courtyard, notices John approaching.
John nods to Alabastor out of equal respect, his eyes shivering with his obvious madness. He begins to train silently.
Alabastor observes silently. He thinks he has seen this hunter a few times before, but they have never spoken to each other before.
With every strike John makes pierces through the dummy with brutal accuracy and efficiency, moving with grace. They eventually stop after decapitating the dummy and looks back to Alabastor, their voice cold and laced with a violent madness “Hello fellow hunter? Have we met?”
"I don't think so, but you look familiar. Maybe I've seen you in passing in the Hunter's Den." Al says, his own eyes glow slightly, a faint hint of madness within them as well.
"Same here. I like knowing who I might be on the hunts with, helps with synergizing with each other."
He circles around him, appraising his body
Al watches, not too bothered. Many of his fellow hunters have done stranger things around him. Madness isn't too uncommon with their occupation.
He continues circling, then stoping. “What exactly is your blood?”
"It's the results of experiments my family was apart of in the distant past. Basically they experimented on the blood of various creatures to infuse human blood with powerful properties. Such experimentation was banned on living subjects a couple centuries ago, but those that survived and their offsprings have the rare change of awakening this potent blood."
“My creator would have been interested in something like that. Always was fascinated by pushing the limits of life.”
"Your creator?" He says looking over Roman a bit more closely now.
He notices that his hands are metallic, having mechanical joints. The small portions of his face that are exposed and his neck have golden lines running down them “Yes. Creator.”
"Ah, I see. You are one of those Manikin constructs. Not that it matters much to me who or what you are, but that explains what you mean. Who is your creator? Do they live in the City?"
“No. They were once a Hunter, but they left them to return to their home town, which they now run.”
"I see, and you remained behind to continue hunting then"
John walks out to the courtyard, another skull added to his belt, this one carved perfectly to appear like a human skull, although obviously not made of bone. He has his trick weapon on his back, his pistol at his side, and his studded leather hidden underneath his attire. He moves with a silvery moonlight mist around him, like bone dust or something.
Alabastor, who is currently in the Courtyard, notices John approaching.
John nods to Alabastor out of equal respect, his eyes shivering with his obvious madness. He begins to train silently.
Alabastor observes silently. He thinks he has seen this hunter a few times before, but they have never spoken to each other before.
With every strike John makes pierces through the dummy with brutal accuracy and efficiency, moving with grace. They eventually stop after decapitating the dummy and looks back to Alabastor, their voice cold and laced with a violent madness “Hello fellow hunter? Have we met?”
"I don't think so, but you look familiar. Maybe I've seen you in passing in the Hunter's Den." Al says, his own eyes glow slightly, a faint hint of madness within them as well.
He takes one of the skulls off of his belt, comparing it to Alabastor’s own skull structure, “You may have, although I try to stay out of sight. Most find me an unsettling member of the hunters.” He takes out a block of some white material and begins to chisel out the shape of Alabastor’s skull, almost perfectly accurate.
"Same here. I like knowing who I might be on the hunts with, helps with synergizing with each other."
He circles around him, appraising his body
Al watches, not too bothered. Many of his fellow hunters have done stranger things around him. Madness isn't too uncommon with their occupation.
He continues circling, then stoping. “What exactly is your blood?”
"It's the results of experiments my family was apart of in the distant past. Basically they experimented on the blood of various creatures to infuse human blood with powerful properties. Such experimentation was banned on living subjects a couple centuries ago, but those that survived and their offsprings have the rare change of awakening this potent blood."
“My creator would have been interested in something like that. Always was fascinated by pushing the limits of life.”
"Your creator?" He says looking over Roman a bit more closely now.
He notices that his hands are metallic, having mechanical joints. The small portions of his face that are exposed and his neck have golden lines running down them “Yes. Creator.”
"Ah, I see. You are one of those Manikin constructs. Not that it matters much to me who or what you are, but that explains what you mean. Who is your creator? Do they live in the City?"
“No. They were once a Hunter, but they left them to return to their home town, which they now run.”
"I see, and you remained behind to continue hunting then"
“…No. He left decades ago.” He seems to be getting defensive *Might have to go in a few*
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Yo I’m Himy (He/Him) (pronounced exactly as written for those who are wondering) I'm adhd and exhibit high antisocial tendencies, so bear with me if I seem apathetic. I like reading, watching anime, playing video games, and questioning my morality. I don't rp as much as I used to, but I'm almost aways on Onions or LCW. Always willing to chat. I do observe a lot, even if I'm not posting. That's me in a nutshell
John walks out to the courtyard, another skull added to his belt, this one carved perfectly to appear like a human skull, although obviously not made of bone. He has his trick weapon on his back, his pistol at his side, and his studded leather hidden underneath his attire. He moves with a silvery moonlight mist around him, like bone dust or something.
Alabastor, who is currently in the Courtyard, notices John approaching.
John nods to Alabastor out of equal respect, his eyes shivering with his obvious madness. He begins to train silently.
Alabastor observes silently. He thinks he has seen this hunter a few times before, but they have never spoken to each other before.
With every strike John makes pierces through the dummy with brutal accuracy and efficiency, moving with grace. They eventually stop after decapitating the dummy and looks back to Alabastor, their voice cold and laced with a violent madness “Hello fellow hunter? Have we met?”
"I don't think so, but you look familiar. Maybe I've seen you in passing in the Hunter's Den." Al says, his own eyes glow slightly, a faint hint of madness within them as well.
He takes one of the skulls off of his belt, comparing it to Alabastor’s own skull structure, “You may have, although I try to stay out of sight. Most find me an unsettling member of the hunters.” He takes out a block of some white material and begins to chisel out the shape of Alabastor’s skull, almost perfectly accurate.
Al laughs a bit. "Really? I'd expect such judgments in a fancy gala, not in a den of monster hunter."
"Same here. I like knowing who I might be on the hunts with, helps with synergizing with each other."
He circles around him, appraising his body
Al watches, not too bothered. Many of his fellow hunters have done stranger things around him. Madness isn't too uncommon with their occupation.
He continues circling, then stoping. “What exactly is your blood?”
"It's the results of experiments my family was apart of in the distant past. Basically they experimented on the blood of various creatures to infuse human blood with powerful properties. Such experimentation was banned on living subjects a couple centuries ago, but those that survived and their offsprings have the rare change of awakening this potent blood."
“My creator would have been interested in something like that. Always was fascinated by pushing the limits of life.”
"Your creator?" He says looking over Roman a bit more closely now.
He notices that his hands are metallic, having mechanical joints. The small portions of his face that are exposed and his neck have golden lines running down them “Yes. Creator.”
"Ah, I see. You are one of those Manikin constructs. Not that it matters much to me who or what you are, but that explains what you mean. Who is your creator? Do they live in the City?"
“No. They were once a Hunter, but they left them to return to their home town, which they now run.”
"I see, and you remained behind to continue hunting then"
“…No. He left decades ago.” He seems to be getting defensive *Might have to go in a few*
Sensing the slight shift in the body language, he switches the topic, being use to navigating conversations with sensitive nobles. "Well, I hope we are able to work together on the field in the future. Will be fun to see you in action." *Alright*
John walks out to the courtyard, another skull added to his belt, this one carved perfectly to appear like a human skull, although obviously not made of bone. He has his trick weapon on his back, his pistol at his side, and his studded leather hidden underneath his attire. He moves with a silvery moonlight mist around him, like bone dust or something.
Alabastor, who is currently in the Courtyard, notices John approaching.
John nods to Alabastor out of equal respect, his eyes shivering with his obvious madness. He begins to train silently.
Alabastor observes silently. He thinks he has seen this hunter a few times before, but they have never spoken to each other before.
With every strike John makes pierces through the dummy with brutal accuracy and efficiency, moving with grace. They eventually stop after decapitating the dummy and looks back to Alabastor, their voice cold and laced with a violent madness “Hello fellow hunter? Have we met?”
"I don't think so, but you look familiar. Maybe I've seen you in passing in the Hunter's Den." Al says, his own eyes glow slightly, a faint hint of madness within them as well.
He takes one of the skulls off of his belt, comparing it to Alabastor’s own skull structure, “You may have, although I try to stay out of sight. Most find me an unsettling member of the hunters.” He takes out a block of some white material and begins to chisel out the shape of Alabastor’s skull, almost perfectly accurate.
Al laughs a bit. "Really? I'd expect such judgments in a fancy gala, not in a den of monster hunter."
“If you saw me on the hunt you may think differently. Although I see you have the insight too.” When he finishes the skull he puts it onto his belt and begins to take the dust and puts it in a pouch.
"Same here. I like knowing who I might be on the hunts with, helps with synergizing with each other."
He circles around him, appraising his body
Al watches, not too bothered. Many of his fellow hunters have done stranger things around him. Madness isn't too uncommon with their occupation.
He continues circling, then stoping. “What exactly is your blood?”
"It's the results of experiments my family was apart of in the distant past. Basically they experimented on the blood of various creatures to infuse human blood with powerful properties. Such experimentation was banned on living subjects a couple centuries ago, but those that survived and their offsprings have the rare change of awakening this potent blood."
“My creator would have been interested in something like that. Always was fascinated by pushing the limits of life.”
"Your creator?" He says looking over Roman a bit more closely now.
He notices that his hands are metallic, having mechanical joints. The small portions of his face that are exposed and his neck have golden lines running down them “Yes. Creator.”
"Ah, I see. You are one of those Manikin constructs. Not that it matters much to me who or what you are, but that explains what you mean. Who is your creator? Do they live in the City?"
“No. They were once a Hunter, but they left them to return to their home town, which they now run.”
"I see, and you remained behind to continue hunting then"
“…No. He left decades ago.” He seems to be getting defensive *Might have to go in a few*
Sensing the slight shift in the body language, he switches the topic, being use to navigating conversations with sensitive nobles. "Well, I hope we are able to work together on the field in the future. Will be fun to see you in action." *Alright*
“I’m quite interested in seeing you against The Damned as well. Good day to you.” He walks off, quite quickly *Gn, everyone. Glad you like the thread so far!*
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Yo I’m Himy (He/Him) (pronounced exactly as written for those who are wondering) I'm adhd and exhibit high antisocial tendencies, so bear with me if I seem apathetic. I like reading, watching anime, playing video games, and questioning my morality. I don't rp as much as I used to, but I'm almost aways on Onions or LCW. Always willing to chat. I do observe a lot, even if I'm not posting. That's me in a nutshell
Al laughs a bit. "Really? I'd expect such judgments in a fancy gala, not in a den of monster hunter."
“If you saw me on the hunt you may think differently. Although I see you have the insight too.” When he finishes the skull he puts it onto his belt and begins to take the dust and puts it in a pouch.
"Insight....I have seen a few things that have...awakened power within me, if that is what you are referring to." He says as he takes his bow and draws the string, as he does a drop of blood forms on his finger before it transmutes into a blood arrow. He then releases the arrow and it strikes the target. Suddenly, the arrow dissolves into a mist that covers the area around the target in magical darkness. As he looks at the darkness, his eyes glow brighter, his pupils slitting as he pulls the bowstring and another blood arrow forms.
Al laughs a bit. "Really? I'd expect such judgments in a fancy gala, not in a den of monster hunter."
“If you saw me on the hunt you may think differently. Although I see you have the insight too.” When he finishes the skull he puts it onto his belt and begins to take the dust and puts it in a pouch.
"Insight....I have seen a few things that have...awakened power within me, if that is what you are referring to." He says as he takes his bow and draws the string, as he does a drop of blood forms on his finger before it transmutes into a blood arrow. He then releases the arrow and it strikes the target. Suddenly, the arrow dissolves into a mist that covers the area around the target in magical darkness. As he looks at the darkness, his eyes glow brighter, his pupils slitting as he pulls the bowstring and another blood arrow forms.
He takes some of the skull dust and blows it into the air, suddenly disappearing. As the moonlight shines down and the dust settles he appears beside them, cackling softly next to them “You have the insight too. Do you hear the voices?” He closes his pouch back up, his eyes twitching and moving all around frantically “They are never silent. Always speaking, always telling me the truths.”
Al laughs a bit. "Really? I'd expect such judgments in a fancy gala, not in a den of monster hunter."
“If you saw me on the hunt you may think differently. Although I see you have the insight too.” When he finishes the skull he puts it onto his belt and begins to take the dust and puts it in a pouch.
"Insight....I have seen a few things that have...awakened power within me, if that is what you are referring to." He says as he takes his bow and draws the string, as he does a drop of blood forms on his finger before it transmutes into a blood arrow. He then releases the arrow and it strikes the target. Suddenly, the arrow dissolves into a mist that covers the area around the target in magical darkness. As he looks at the darkness, his eyes glow brighter, his pupils slitting as he pulls the bowstring and another blood arrow forms.
He takes some of the skull dust and blows it into the air, suddenly disappearing. As the moonlight shines down and the dust settles he appears beside them, cackling softly next to them “You have the insight too. Do you hear the voices?” He closes his pouch back up, his eyes twitching and moving all around frantically “They are never silent. Always speaking, always telling me the truths.”
"I'm not as blessed to always hear the words, but sometimes...in the heat of battle, when I look up at the moon I hear the whispering and feel their presence. The Church tells me it's just the stress of the hunts...but they like to deny anything that doesn't match their righteous image of their teachings or their goddess" He says as he releases the arrow into the darkness, hitting a bullseye as blood tendrils appear and wrap around the target.
Al laughs a bit. "Really? I'd expect such judgments in a fancy gala, not in a den of monster hunter."
“If you saw me on the hunt you may think differently. Although I see you have the insight too.” When he finishes the skull he puts it onto his belt and begins to take the dust and puts it in a pouch.
"Insight....I have seen a few things that have...awakened power within me, if that is what you are referring to." He says as he takes his bow and draws the string, as he does a drop of blood forms on his finger before it transmutes into a blood arrow. He then releases the arrow and it strikes the target. Suddenly, the arrow dissolves into a mist that covers the area around the target in magical darkness. As he looks at the darkness, his eyes glow brighter, his pupils slitting as he pulls the bowstring and another blood arrow forms.
He takes some of the skull dust and blows it into the air, suddenly disappearing. As the moonlight shines down and the dust settles he appears beside them, cackling softly next to them “You have the insight too. Do you hear the voices?” He closes his pouch back up, his eyes twitching and moving all around frantically “They are never silent. Always speaking, always telling me the truths.”
"I'm not as blessed to always hear the words, but sometimes...in the heat of battle, when I look up at the moon I hear the whispering and feel their presence. The Church tells me it's just the stress of the hunts...but they like to deny anything that doesn't match their righteous image of their teachings or their goddess" He says as he releases the arrow into the darkness, hitting a bullseye as blood tendrils appear and wrap around the target.
He looks up to the moon “The truth is within.” He looks back down to them “The church lies, the blood lies, only the stars remain after we all fall.” *gtg*
*Is there any race or class I shouldn't use in this setting? Working on my character now.*
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
*Is there any race or class I shouldn't use in this setting? Working on my character now.*
*What do you have in mind?*
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Yo I’m Himy (He/Him) (pronounced exactly as written for those who are wondering) I'm adhd and exhibit high antisocial tendencies, so bear with me if I seem apathetic. I like reading, watching anime, playing video games, and questioning my morality. I don't rp as much as I used to, but I'm almost aways on Onions or LCW. Always willing to chat. I do observe a lot, even if I'm not posting. That's me in a nutshell
John has returned to his barracks, leaving the door open as he frantically talks to himself in mad rants. He has taken all the skulls off of his belt and has placed them on his wall. He is sitting at his blood covered workshop table, working on something with a chunk of wood.
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Alabastor observes silently. He thinks he has seen this hunter a few times before, but they have never spoken to each other before.
He notices that his hands are metallic, having mechanical joints. The small portions of his face that are exposed and his neck have golden lines running down them “Yes. Creator.”
Yo I’m Himy (He/Him) (pronounced exactly as written for those who are wondering) I'm adhd and exhibit high antisocial tendencies, so bear with me if I seem apathetic. I like reading, watching anime, playing video games, and questioning my morality. I don't rp as much as I used to, but I'm almost aways on Onions or LCW. Always willing to chat. I do observe a lot, even if I'm not posting. That's me in a nutshell
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"Ah, I see. You are one of those Manikin constructs. Not that it matters much to me who or what you are, but that explains what you mean. Who is your creator? Do they live in the City?"
With every strike John makes pierces through the dummy with brutal accuracy and efficiency, moving with grace. They eventually stop after decapitating the dummy and looks back to Alabastor, their voice cold and laced with a violent madness “Hello fellow hunter? Have we met?”
“No. They were once a Hunter, but they left them to return to their home town, which they now run.”
Yo I’m Himy (He/Him) (pronounced exactly as written for those who are wondering) I'm adhd and exhibit high antisocial tendencies, so bear with me if I seem apathetic. I like reading, watching anime, playing video games, and questioning my morality. I don't rp as much as I used to, but I'm almost aways on Onions or LCW. Always willing to chat. I do observe a lot, even if I'm not posting. That's me in a nutshell
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"I don't think so, but you look familiar. Maybe I've seen you in passing in the Hunter's Den." Al says, his own eyes glow slightly, a faint hint of madness within them as well.
"I see, and you remained behind to continue hunting then"
He takes one of the skulls off of his belt, comparing it to Alabastor’s own skull structure, “You may have, although I try to stay out of sight. Most find me an unsettling member of the hunters.” He takes out a block of some white material and begins to chisel out the shape of Alabastor’s skull, almost perfectly accurate.
“…No. He left decades ago.” He seems to be getting defensive *Might have to go in a few*
Yo I’m Himy (He/Him) (pronounced exactly as written for those who are wondering) I'm adhd and exhibit high antisocial tendencies, so bear with me if I seem apathetic. I like reading, watching anime, playing video games, and questioning my morality. I don't rp as much as I used to, but I'm almost aways on Onions or LCW. Always willing to chat. I do observe a lot, even if I'm not posting. That's me in a nutshell
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Al laughs a bit. "Really? I'd expect such judgments in a fancy gala, not in a den of monster hunter."
Sensing the slight shift in the body language, he switches the topic, being use to navigating conversations with sensitive nobles. "Well, I hope we are able to work together on the field in the future. Will be fun to see you in action." *Alright*
“If you saw me on the hunt you may think differently. Although I see you have the insight too.” When he finishes the skull he puts it onto his belt and begins to take the dust and puts it in a pouch.
“I’m quite interested in seeing you against The Damned as well. Good day to you.” He walks off, quite quickly *Gn, everyone. Glad you like the thread so far!*
Yo I’m Himy (He/Him) (pronounced exactly as written for those who are wondering) I'm adhd and exhibit high antisocial tendencies, so bear with me if I seem apathetic. I like reading, watching anime, playing video games, and questioning my morality. I don't rp as much as I used to, but I'm almost aways on Onions or LCW. Always willing to chat. I do observe a lot, even if I'm not posting. That's me in a nutshell
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"Insight....I have seen a few things that have...awakened power within me, if that is what you are referring to." He says as he takes his bow and draws the string, as he does a drop of blood forms on his finger before it transmutes into a blood arrow. He then releases the arrow and it strikes the target. Suddenly, the arrow dissolves into a mist that covers the area around the target in magical darkness. As he looks at the darkness, his eyes glow brighter, his pupils slitting as he pulls the bowstring and another blood arrow forms.
He takes some of the skull dust and blows it into the air, suddenly disappearing. As the moonlight shines down and the dust settles he appears beside them, cackling softly next to them “You have the insight too. Do you hear the voices?” He closes his pouch back up, his eyes twitching and moving all around frantically “They are never silent. Always speaking, always telling me the truths.”
"I'm not as blessed to always hear the words, but sometimes...in the heat of battle, when I look up at the moon I hear the whispering and feel their presence. The Church tells me it's just the stress of the hunts...but they like to deny anything that doesn't match their righteous image of their teachings or their goddess" He says as he releases the arrow into the darkness, hitting a bullseye as blood tendrils appear and wrap around the target.
He looks up to the moon “The truth is within.” He looks back down to them “The church lies, the blood lies, only the stars remain after we all fall.” *gtg*
*Is there any race or class I shouldn't use in this setting? Working on my character now.*
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
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*What do you have in mind?*
Yo I’m Himy (He/Him) (pronounced exactly as written for those who are wondering) I'm adhd and exhibit high antisocial tendencies, so bear with me if I seem apathetic. I like reading, watching anime, playing video games, and questioning my morality. I don't rp as much as I used to, but I'm almost aways on Onions or LCW. Always willing to chat. I do observe a lot, even if I'm not posting. That's me in a nutshell
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John has returned to his barracks, leaving the door open as he frantically talks to himself in mad rants. He has taken all the skulls off of his belt and has placed them on his wall. He is sitting at his blood covered workshop table, working on something with a chunk of wood.