*Is there any race or class I shouldn't use in this setting? Working on my character now.*
*What do you have in mind?*
*nvm i just made a human fighter*
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
You hear loud, repeated sounds of something sharp puncturing a target. If you choose to look, you see a tall humanoid dressed entirely in red armor. Every part of his body is covered, including his face, covered by a white mask with a symbol of an inverted crying eye. He is wielding two rapiers in each hand, slashing at a target in repeated forms.
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
You hear loud, repeated sounds of something sharp puncturing a target. If you choose to look, you see a tall humanoid dressed entirely in red armor. Every part of his body is covered, including his face, covered by a white mask with a symbol of an inverted crying eye. He is wielding two rapiers in each hand, slashing at a target in repeated forms.
Peeking around a corner, curious yet nervous on strangers, a small figure watches the man. Her face is covered in a ashy white wooden mask with carved slits for the eyes and mouth, with a small carved blooming flower painted light pink on the forehead. Her hair is long, thin, and jet black and looks to always be wet even though it never drips any water, with several pure white lilies resting rooted to her hair. Wooden antlers poke out of the top of her head, covered in marshy vines and more white lilies. Her body, limbs, and fingers are long and spindly, scaly skin and ashy gray-black. On her exposed chest is a large toothy maw. She wears a patchwork of hunter's armor that covers parts of her body.
*Image of the Cursed-Blood race to give a bit of an idea of her appearance*
*I shall make a weak fisherman, much like the ones from the Fishing Hamlet in Bloodborne.*
*Whats with you and making weak characters?*
*Fine, I shall make him level 10.*
*Also I don't see the point in making super OP characters anymore. Someone can always make another character with better numbers, after all.*
*Im not saying you shouldn’t. I was just wondering.*
*Sorry if that sounded confrontational, I was just explaining. Also, this character has eldritch connections, so having decent HP and AC seems important.*
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 into a chunk of wood into something important. A sort of gemstone into his halberd.
*I shall make a weak fisherman, much like the ones from the Fishing Hamlet in Bloodborne.*
*Whats with you and making weak characters?*
*Fine, I shall make him level 10.*
*Also I don't see the point in making super OP characters anymore. Someone can always make another character with better numbers, after all.*
*Im not saying you shouldn’t. I was just wondering.*
*Sorry if that sounded confrontational, I was just explaining. Also, this character has eldritch connections, so having decent HP and AC seems important.*
*It doesn’t really matter to me what level the character is, that’s up to you. I just noticed a pattern and wanted to know more. Sorry if I offended you.*
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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.”
You hear loud, repeated sounds of something sharp puncturing a target. If you choose to look, you see a tall humanoid dressed entirely in red armor. Every part of his body is covered, including his face, covered by a white mask with a symbol of an inverted crying eye. He is wielding two rapiers in each hand, slashing at a target in repeated forms.
Peeking around a corner, curious yet nervous on strangers, a small figure watches the man. Her face is covered in a ashy white wooden mask with carved slits for the eyes and mouth, with a small carved blooming flower painted light pink on the forehead. Her hair is long, thin, and jet black and looks to always be wet even though it never drips any water, with several pure white lilies resting rooted to her hair. Wooden antlers poke out of the top of her head, covered in marshy vines and more white lilies. Her body, limbs, and fingers are long and spindly, scaly skin and ashy gray-black. On her exposed chest is a large toothy maw. She wears a patchwork of hunter's armor that covers parts of her body.
The masked man's head gives a slight tilt, and after one final slash, he turns to look at the corner, sheathing his two blades.
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
You hear loud, repeated sounds of something sharp puncturing a target. If you choose to look, you see a tall humanoid dressed entirely in red armor. Every part of his body is covered, including his face, covered by a white mask with a symbol of an inverted crying eye. He is wielding two rapiers in each hand, slashing at a target in repeated forms.
Peeking around a corner, curious yet nervous on strangers, a small figure watches the man. Her face is covered in a ashy white wooden mask with carved slits for the eyes and mouth, with a small carved blooming flower painted light pink on the forehead. Her hair is long, thin, and jet black and looks to always be wet even though it never drips any water, with several pure white lilies resting rooted to her hair. Wooden antlers poke out of the top of her head, covered in marshy vines and more white lilies. Her body, limbs, and fingers are long and spindly, scaly skin and ashy gray-black. On her exposed chest is a large toothy maw. She wears a patchwork of hunter's armor that covers parts of her body.
The masked man's head gives a slight tilt, and after one final slash, he turns to look at the corner, sheathing his two blades.
The figure panics as she duck around the corner. She is used to people looking down on her due to the cursed nature, but can't help be be curious of all the people that come to the Hunter's Den.
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 into a chunk of wood into something important. A sort of gemstone into his halberd.
Al is walking down the halls of the Hunter's Den, muttering in frustration to himself as he is carrying a few ornate look tomes.
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 into a chunk of wood into something important. A sort of gemstone into his halberd.
Al is walking down the halls of the Hunter's Den, muttering in frustration to himself as he is carrying a few ornate look tomes.
They walk past, seeing the blood covered work desk. He turns around with a snap of his neck, his gloves covered in blood “Have I gotten your name?”
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 into a chunk of wood into something important. A sort of gemstone into his halberd.
Al is walking down the halls of the Hunter's Den, muttering in frustration to himself as he is carrying a few ornate look tomes.
They walk past, seeing the blood covered work desk. He turns around with a snap of his neck, his gloves covered in blood “Have I gotten your name?”
Al stops and looks over at the man. "I don't think we actually exchanged names. Alabastor Paon. I've also been called The Black Peacock. Al is fine too. What is your name?"
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*nvm i just made a human fighter*
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, 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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You hear loud, repeated sounds of something sharp puncturing a target. If you choose to look, you see a tall humanoid dressed entirely in red armor. Every part of his body is covered, including his face, covered by a white mask with a symbol of an inverted crying eye. He is wielding two rapiers in each hand, slashing at a target in repeated forms.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, 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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*Hmm, what races are allowed? Anything humanoid? Or are there certain limits? What are these limits if there are any?*
*What do you have in 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
*Probably a path of the beast orc. Or something similar.*
*Go ahead*
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
*Cool, I am going to enjoy this.*
*I shall make a weak fisherman, much like the ones from the Fishing Hamlet in Bloodborne.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Whats with you and making weak characters?*
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
Peeking around a corner, curious yet nervous on strangers, a small figure watches the man. Her face is covered in a ashy white wooden mask with carved slits for the eyes and mouth, with a small carved blooming flower painted light pink on the forehead. Her hair is long, thin, and jet black and looks to always be wet even though it never drips any water, with several pure white lilies resting rooted to her hair. Wooden antlers poke out of the top of her head, covered in marshy vines and more white lilies. Her body, limbs, and fingers are long and spindly, scaly skin and ashy gray-black. On her exposed chest is a large toothy maw. She wears a patchwork of hunter's armor that covers parts of her body.
*Image of the Cursed-Blood race to give a bit of an idea of her appearance*
*Fine, I shall make him level 10.*
*Also I don't see the point in making super OP characters anymore. Someone can always make another character with better numbers, after all.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Im not saying you shouldn’t. I was just wondering.*
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
*Sorry if that sounded confrontational, I was just explaining. Also, this character has eldritch connections, so having decent HP and AC seems important.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*It doesn’t really matter to me what level the character is, that’s up to you. I just noticed a pattern and wanted to know more. Sorry if I offended you.*
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
The masked man's head gives a slight tilt, and after one final slash, he turns to look at the corner, sheathing his two blades.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
01001110 01100101 01110110 01100101 01110010 00100000 01100111 01101111 01101110 01101110 01100001 00100000 01100111 01101001 01110110 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01110101 01110000
The figure panics as she duck around the corner. She is used to people looking down on her due to the cursed nature, but can't help be be curious of all the people that come to the Hunter's Den.
Al is walking down the halls of the Hunter's Den, muttering in frustration to himself as he is carrying a few ornate look tomes.
They walk past, seeing the blood covered work desk. He turns around with a snap of his neck, his gloves covered in blood “Have I gotten your name?”
Al stops and looks over at the man. "I don't think we actually exchanged names. Alabastor Paon. I've also been called The Black Peacock. Al is fine too. What is your name?"