Casey is outside hurling after trying to eat a large breakfast.
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
(Alright, I got a basic Idea. Can someone tell me whether this is allowed or not? Read the lore, and interpreted it into this. Thoughts?: Name: Laura Age:13 Personality: Rather oblivious to her surroundings, she's naturally nice and trusts (Quite Literally) everyone. She doesn't judge, and isn't very good with focus. She's really absent-minded, but a good friend nonetheless. She suffers from Ailurophobia. Plant: Porcini Mushroom Appearance: Seems pretty normal, hair is in the shape resembling a mushroom cap. At least, it SEEMS to be hair...anywho. She's light toned-, with brown eyes, and she's...pretty short. Around 5"4. She usually wears long clothes, whether it be pants and a hoodie, or bell bottoms and a long sleeve. She's currently in the first phase.)
Casey is outside hurling after trying to eat a large breakfast.
Gwyn notices that Casey isn't having a good time, and heads over to him. The faint aroma of decay that lingers around her may not help with the problem at hand, though.
"Are you okay?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Gwyn is wandering the forest still within view of the Conservatory, collecting leaves in a bucket.
You feel a small sting on the back of your neck. You turn around to see a bald headed kid in a tank top and cargo pants snorting into his hand. Small, sharp needles poke up from all over his body. He is struggling to contain a laugh. The sort of laugh that arouses from an accident. "Sorry about that! Didn't mean to hit ya!" He is holding a hollow tube of bamboo in his hand.
Gwyn is wandering the forest still within view of the Conservatory, collecting leaves in a bucket.
You feel a small sting on the back of your neck. You turn around to see a bald headed kid in a tank top and cargo pants snorting into his hand. Small, sharp needles poke up from all over his body. He is struggling to contain a laugh. The sort of laugh that arouses from an accident. "Sorry about that! Didn't mean to hit ya!" He is holding a hollow tube of bamboo in his hand.
After realizing what happened, Gwyn can't help but stifle a laugh as well. She has long black hair and a large maroon flower on her head (a corpse flower) that faintly emits a smell of decay. She wears a grey sweater and jeans, and one of her hands seems to be composed entirely of twisting woody vines.
"It's alright- no harm, no foul. It just spooked me a bit."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Casey is outside hurling after trying to eat a large breakfast.
Gwyn notices that Casey isn't having a good time, and heads over to him. The faint aroma of decay that lingers around her may not help with the problem at hand, though.
"Are you okay?"
He puts his hands on his knees and groans. “Yeah, I’m fine. Musta been something bad in the food.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Gwyn is wandering the forest still within view of the Conservatory, collecting leaves in a bucket.
You feel a small sting on the back of your neck. You turn around to see a bald headed kid in a tank top and cargo pants snorting into his hand. Small, sharp needles poke up from all over his body. He is struggling to contain a laugh. The sort of laugh that arouses from an accident. "Sorry about that! Didn't mean to hit ya!" He is holding a hollow tube of bamboo in his hand.
After realizing what happened, Gwyn can't help but stifle a laugh as well. She has long black hair and a large maroon flower on her head (a corpse flower) that faintly emits a smell of decay. She wears a grey sweater and jeans, and one of her hands seems to be composed entirely of twisting woody vines.
"It's alright- no harm, no foul. It just spooked me a bit."
"I was aiming for the flower on that tree." He walks closer and points with a spike knuckled finger at a vine growing up a tree trunk. A few small yellow flowers have blossomed among the leafy vine. From the distance he was shooting at it was an ambitious target.
Casey is outside hurling after trying to eat a large breakfast.
Gwyn notices that Casey isn't having a good time, and heads over to him. The faint aroma of decay that lingers around her may not help with the problem at hand, though.
"Are you okay?"
He puts his hands on his knees and groans. “Yeah, I’m fine. Musta been something bad in the food.”
"It might be the yogurt. I heard dairy isn't great for us in abundance. Then again, any food in abundance can make someone ill."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Gwyn is wandering the forest still within view of the Conservatory, collecting leaves in a bucket.
You feel a small sting on the back of your neck. You turn around to see a bald headed kid in a tank top and cargo pants snorting into his hand. Small, sharp needles poke up from all over his body. He is struggling to contain a laugh. The sort of laugh that arouses from an accident. "Sorry about that! Didn't mean to hit ya!" He is holding a hollow tube of bamboo in his hand.
After realizing what happened, Gwyn can't help but stifle a laugh as well. She has long black hair and a large maroon flower on her head (a corpse flower) that faintly emits a smell of decay. She wears a grey sweater and jeans, and one of her hands seems to be composed entirely of twisting woody vines.
"It's alright- no harm, no foul. It just spooked me a bit."
"I was aiming for the flower on that tree." He walks closer and points with a spike knuckled finger at a vine growing up a tree trunk. A few small yellow flowers have blossomed among the leafy vine. From the distance he was shooting at it was an ambitious target.
Gwyn looks at the target, intrigued. "Interesting..." She turns to the other dryad, looking at the hollowed bamboo in their hand. "Did you make that yourself?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Casey is outside hurling after trying to eat a large breakfast.
Gwyn notices that Casey isn't having a good time, and heads over to him. The faint aroma of decay that lingers around her may not help with the problem at hand, though.
"Are you okay?"
He puts his hands on his knees and groans. “Yeah, I’m fine. Musta been something bad in the food.”
"It might be the yogurt. I heard dairy isn't great for us in abundance. Then again, any food in abundance can make someone ill."
“Hm. I had three bowls.” He pounds his chest and coughs. “I’m good though.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Gwyn is wandering the forest still within view of the Conservatory, collecting leaves in a bucket.
You feel a small sting on the back of your neck. You turn around to see a bald headed kid in a tank top and cargo pants snorting into his hand. Small, sharp needles poke up from all over his body. He is struggling to contain a laugh. The sort of laugh that arouses from an accident. "Sorry about that! Didn't mean to hit ya!" He is holding a hollow tube of bamboo in his hand.
After realizing what happened, Gwyn can't help but stifle a laugh as well. She has long black hair and a large maroon flower on her head (a corpse flower) that faintly emits a smell of decay. She wears a grey sweater and jeans, and one of her hands seems to be composed entirely of twisting woody vines.
"It's alright- no harm, no foul. It just spooked me a bit."
"I was aiming for the flower on that tree." He walks closer and points with a spike knuckled finger at a vine growing up a tree trunk. A few small yellow flowers have blossomed among the leafy vine. From the distance he was shooting at it was an ambitious target.
Gwyn looks at the target, intrigued. "Interesting..." She turns to the other dryad, looking at the hollowed bamboo in their hand. "Did you make that yourself?"
"Yeah," He says with a wicked grin, "Its the finger of a bamboo dryad. Snapped it off while he was asleep."
Then he laughs, "Ha! Naw, I'm just pulling your leg. Yeah, I made it myself from some bamboo I found growing in the Conservatory."
Casey is outside hurling after trying to eat a large breakfast.
Gwyn notices that Casey isn't having a good time, and heads over to him. The faint aroma of decay that lingers around her may not help with the problem at hand, though.
"Are you okay?"
He puts his hands on his knees and groans. “Yeah, I’m fine. Musta been something bad in the food.”
"It might be the yogurt. I heard dairy isn't great for us in abundance. Then again, any food in abundance can make someone ill."
“Hm. I had three bowls.” He pounds his chest and coughs. “I’m good though.”
"Should I go get some water for you? Might help."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Gwyn is wandering the forest still within view of the Conservatory, collecting leaves in a bucket.
You feel a small sting on the back of your neck. You turn around to see a bald headed kid in a tank top and cargo pants snorting into his hand. Small, sharp needles poke up from all over his body. He is struggling to contain a laugh. The sort of laugh that arouses from an accident. "Sorry about that! Didn't mean to hit ya!" He is holding a hollow tube of bamboo in his hand.
After realizing what happened, Gwyn can't help but stifle a laugh as well. She has long black hair and a large maroon flower on her head (a corpse flower) that faintly emits a smell of decay. She wears a grey sweater and jeans, and one of her hands seems to be composed entirely of twisting woody vines.
"It's alright- no harm, no foul. It just spooked me a bit."
"I was aiming for the flower on that tree." He walks closer and points with a spike knuckled finger at a vine growing up a tree trunk. A few small yellow flowers have blossomed among the leafy vine. From the distance he was shooting at it was an ambitious target.
Gwyn looks at the target, intrigued. "Interesting..." She turns to the other dryad, looking at the hollowed bamboo in their hand. "Did you make that yourself?"
"Yeah," He says with a wicked grin, "Its the finger of a bamboo dryad. Snapped it off while he was asleep."
Then he laughs, "Ha! Naw, I'm just pulling your leg. Yeah, I made it myself from some bamboo I found growing in the Conservatory."
"Neat." There's a brief pause as Gwyn brushes their hair out of their eyes. "I'm Gwyn. What's your name?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Casey is outside hurling after trying to eat a large breakfast.
Gwyn notices that Casey isn't having a good time, and heads over to him. The faint aroma of decay that lingers around her may not help with the problem at hand, though.
"Are you okay?"
He puts his hands on his knees and groans. “Yeah, I’m fine. Musta been something bad in the food.”
"It might be the yogurt. I heard dairy isn't great for us in abundance. Then again, any food in abundance can make someone ill."
“Hm. I had three bowls.” He pounds his chest and coughs. “I’m good though.”
"Should I go get some water for you? Might help."
“Yeah, that would be great.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
"Yeah," He says with a wicked grin, "Its the finger of a bamboo dryad. Snapped it off while he was asleep."
Then he laughs, "Ha! Naw, I'm just pulling your leg. Yeah, I made it myself from some bamboo I found growing in the Conservatory."
"Neat." There's a brief pause as Gwyn brushes their hair out of their eyes. "I'm Gwyn. What's your name?"
Before answering he loads another pebble into the peashooter. "Call me Jeter." Then he sticks the plant tube to his lips, inflates his thorny cheeks, and shoots. A small white mushroom on the ground explodes.
Casey is outside hurling after trying to eat a large breakfast.
Gwyn notices that Casey isn't having a good time, and heads over to him. The faint aroma of decay that lingers around her may not help with the problem at hand, though.
"Are you okay?"
He puts his hands on his knees and groans. “Yeah, I’m fine. Musta been something bad in the food.”
"It might be the yogurt. I heard dairy isn't great for us in abundance. Then again, any food in abundance can make someone ill."
“Hm. I had three bowls.” He pounds his chest and coughs. “I’m good though.”
"Should I go get some water for you? Might help."
“Yeah, that would be great.”
Gwyn runs off towards the Conservatory, and about half a minute later, heads back with two paper cups of water. She offers one to Casey, or both if he takes both.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Yeah," He says with a wicked grin, "Its the finger of a bamboo dryad. Snapped it off while he was asleep."
Then he laughs, "Ha! Naw, I'm just pulling your leg. Yeah, I made it myself from some bamboo I found growing in the Conservatory."
"Neat." There's a brief pause as Gwyn brushes their hair out of their eyes. "I'm Gwyn. What's your name?"
Before answering he loads another pebble into the peashooter. "Call me Jeter." Then he sticks the plant tube to his lips, inflates his thorny cheeks, and shoots. A small white mushroom on the ground explodes.
"Good aim." Gwyn sits down, picking up some leaf litter on the ground and putting it in their bucket. "Are you new here as well?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Yeah," He says with a wicked grin, "Its the finger of a bamboo dryad. Snapped it off while he was asleep."
Then he laughs, "Ha! Naw, I'm just pulling your leg. Yeah, I made it myself from some bamboo I found growing in the Conservatory."
"Neat." There's a brief pause as Gwyn brushes their hair out of their eyes. "I'm Gwyn. What's your name?"
Before answering he loads another pebble into the peashooter. "Call me Jeter." Then he sticks the plant tube to his lips, inflates his thorny cheeks, and shoots. A small white mushroom on the ground explodes.
"Good aim." Gwyn sits down, picking up some leaf litter on the ground and putting it in their bucket. "Are you new here as well?"
"Yeah. Shipped me here all the way from Texas. Ain't never been anywhere this green." He watches you pick up the leaf litter, "Whatcha doing with that?"
*Good morning, everyone!*
Gwyn is wandering the forest still within view of the Conservatory, collecting leaves in a bucket.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Casey is outside hurling after trying to eat a large breakfast.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
(Alright, I got a basic Idea. Can someone tell me whether this is allowed or not? Read the lore, and interpreted it into this. Thoughts?:
Name: Laura
Age:13
Personality: Rather oblivious to her surroundings, she's naturally nice and trusts (Quite Literally) everyone. She doesn't judge, and isn't very good with focus. She's really absent-minded, but a good friend nonetheless. She suffers from Ailurophobia.
Plant: Porcini Mushroom
Appearance: Seems pretty normal, hair is in the shape resembling a mushroom cap. At least, it SEEMS to be hair...anywho. She's light toned-, with brown eyes, and she's...pretty short. Around 5"4. She usually wears long clothes, whether it be pants and a hoodie, or bell bottoms and a long sleeve.
She's currently in the first phase.)
The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
(online Monday-Friday from 8:00 to 3:00) (Most of the time.)
First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
Hewwo! ^w^ You wanna see a surprise? :3
Gwyn notices that Casey isn't having a good time, and heads over to him. The faint aroma of decay that lingers around her may not help with the problem at hand, though.
"Are you okay?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
You feel a small sting on the back of your neck. You turn around to see a bald headed kid in a tank top and cargo pants snorting into his hand. Small, sharp needles poke up from all over his body. He is struggling to contain a laugh. The sort of laugh that arouses from an accident. "Sorry about that! Didn't mean to hit ya!" He is holding a hollow tube of bamboo in his hand.
Ivy glares at him. "so i cant even eat my favorite food?"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
After realizing what happened, Gwyn can't help but stifle a laugh as well. She has long black hair and a large maroon flower on her head (a corpse flower) that faintly emits a smell of decay. She wears a grey sweater and jeans, and one of her hands seems to be composed entirely of twisting woody vines.
"It's alright- no harm, no foul. It just spooked me a bit."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He puts his hands on his knees and groans. “Yeah, I’m fine. Musta been something bad in the food.”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
"I was aiming for the flower on that tree." He walks closer and points with a spike knuckled finger at a vine growing up a tree trunk. A few small yellow flowers have blossomed among the leafy vine. From the distance he was shooting at it was an ambitious target.
"It might be the yogurt. I heard dairy isn't great for us in abundance. Then again, any food in abundance can make someone ill."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Gwyn looks at the target, intrigued. "Interesting..." She turns to the other dryad, looking at the hollowed bamboo in their hand. "Did you make that yourself?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“Hm. I had three bowls.” He pounds his chest and coughs. “I’m good though.”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
"Yeah," He says with a wicked grin, "Its the finger of a bamboo dryad. Snapped it off while he was asleep."
Then he laughs, "Ha! Naw, I'm just pulling your leg. Yeah, I made it myself from some bamboo I found growing in the Conservatory."
"Should I go get some water for you? Might help."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Neat." There's a brief pause as Gwyn brushes their hair out of their eyes. "I'm Gwyn. What's your name?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“Yeah, that would be great.”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
Before answering he loads another pebble into the peashooter. "Call me Jeter." Then he sticks the plant tube to his lips, inflates his thorny cheeks, and shoots. A small white mushroom on the ground explodes.
Gwyn runs off towards the Conservatory, and about half a minute later, heads back with two paper cups of water. She offers one to Casey, or both if he takes both.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Good aim." Gwyn sits down, picking up some leaf litter on the ground and putting it in their bucket. "Are you new here as well?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Yeah. Shipped me here all the way from Texas. Ain't never been anywhere this green." He watches you pick up the leaf litter, "Whatcha doing with that?"