In this paranormal city, many a strange thing can happen. And while this place can be dangerous and frightening, some have learned that not all hauntings are a curse. In the homes of young children growing up in less fortunate situations, a mysterious gift box will sometimes appear to them. Maybe during a birthday party, or at a holiday celebration, or appearing during some other special occasion. The gift is always within a simple white box with a red ribbon that wraps around each side of the box before coming together into a bow on top. Inside is always a cute stuffed animal of some kind, masterfully hand stitched with soft and comfortable materials, each one unique in its design. A little bear with a top hat and bowtie, a purple wolf with long soft hair on its back, a yellow bird wearing a scarf with pick cupcakes, a little frog with a mic in its hand, and so many others.
Though ordinary toys they seem to be, they are crafted from an ethereal material known simply as Remnant. This strange substance allows the dolls to imprint on a child, linking them to the child’s soul and emotions. When the doll’s child is happy, that feeling can leak out to others around them, filling the space with joy and hope. When the child is sad or hurt, the doll can instead leak out a calming and soothing energy to help the child relax and recover. When the child is angry and fearful, the doll can leak out a feeling of dread towards any that is upsetting the child. And, when the child is threatened, that’s when the true power of the doll awakens, transforming it into a large animal construct that fights to defend the child from harm.
Sometimes these dolls remain with a child even well past entering adulthood, but oftentime they are discarded once the child grows up, no longer needed. It is said that when that happens, the Masked One comes to collect the doll. A feminine looking figure in all black, impossibly lanky and thin with a pure white porcelain mask with holes where the eyes would be and purple lines falling down like tear stains, the Masked One is said to be the crafter behind the dolls. While her visage frightens many, it seems clear to those that know of this spectre that she seeks to protect the children of this place. Sometimes, a child might see her porcelain face peering from the shadows, but usually she prefers the darkness. But it is said that if you hear the faint ghostly sound of a child’s music box, then you might be in this spirit’s presence.
i wonder if i should introduce a new character. hmmmmmm.
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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Taku is standing on a rooftop, looking down at a factory. A few seconds later, the whole thing bursts into flames, exploding as burning debris falls around
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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.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
Taku is standing on a rooftop, looking down at a factory. A few seconds later, the whole thing bursts into flames, exploding as burning debris falls around
Squelp runs toward the explosion, sees Taku, and climbs the building to him.
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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)
*I might intro the Porcelain Child here, just for having a dead child here too... And I just like Tim as a whole.*
*It's not horror without some dead kids in it.*
*Tim is less a dead kid, and more an eldritch abomination that was once a child.*
*Fair enough*
*So I'ma intro him here.*
There seems to be a child wandering the city streets. Though their skin seems to have a sheen to it that other children lack, as if their skin itself is not made from flesh, but rather something else, the timid child walks around clasping something in their hands. Waves of heavy spiritual energy flow off of them, and their eyes seem to be looking at their feet. They don't speak to anyone they pass, though they seem lost. They appear to be young, around the age of 11 or 12. They are wearing a Victorianesk outfit, deep red and soft black. This is Tim. Ghost? no. Exorcist? no. Something wrong. That shouldn't be.
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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.'
across the city, Scurvy Dave comes out of the sewers and reforms the ship.
kevin is floating down the city streets, until he sees the monster, looking at something. he quickly hides in an alley.
the monster is looming over the buildings, casting it's spotlight eyes on something it recognizes. a small child with an odd sheen to their skin.
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
There seems to be a child wandering the city streets. Though their skin seems to have a sheen to it that other children lack, as if their skin itself is not made from flesh, but rather something else, the timid child walks around clasping something in their hands. Waves of heavy spiritual energy flow off of them, and their eyes seem to be looking at their feet. They don't speak to anyone they pass, though they seem lost. They appear to be young, around the age of 11 or 12. They are wearing a Victorianesk outfit, deep red and soft black. This is Tim. Ghost? no. Exorcist? no. Something wrong. That shouldn't be.
As the child wanders, they occasionally see the brief glimpse of a tall and lanky figure in the distance, hidden by the fog that permeates the space. The faint sound of a music box dances on the wind, a gentle tune.
Taku is standing on a rooftop, looking down at a factory. A few seconds later, the whole thing bursts into flames, exploding as burning debris falls around
Squelp runs toward the explosion, sees Taku, and climbs the building to him.
For whatever reason, they can never reach him. All footholds up are too slippery, or they crumble away. Each time they get close, the just end up falling back down
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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.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
There seems to be a child wandering the city streets. Though their skin seems to have a sheen to it that other children lack, as if their skin itself is not made from flesh, but rather something else, the timid child walks around clasping something in their hands. Waves of heavy spiritual energy flow off of them, and their eyes seem to be looking at their feet. They don't speak to anyone they pass, though they seem lost. They appear to be young, around the age of 11 or 12. They are wearing a Victorianesk outfit, deep red and soft black. This is Tim. Ghost? no. Exorcist? no. Something wrong. That shouldn't be.
As the child wanders, they occasionally see the brief glimpse of a tall and lanky figure in the distance, hidden by the fog that permeates the space. The faint sound of a music box dances on the wind, a gentle tune.
They hear toward the sound, a strange, damp squelching following their every step, though it is nearly impossible to hear unless close to the boy's little shoes. Whatever they are holding seems to give off some kind of counter spiritual energy to his own.
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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.'
There seems to be a child wandering the city streets. Though their skin seems to have a sheen to it that other children lack, as if their skin itself is not made from flesh, but rather something else, the timid child walks around clasping something in their hands. Waves of heavy spiritual energy flow off of them, and their eyes seem to be looking at their feet. They don't speak to anyone they pass, though they seem lost. They appear to be young, around the age of 11 or 12. They are wearing a Victorianesk outfit, deep red and soft black. This is Tim. Ghost? no. Exorcist? no. Something wrong. That shouldn't be.
As the child wanders, they occasionally see the brief glimpse of a tall and lanky figure in the distance, hidden by the fog that permeates the space. The faint sound of a music box dances on the wind, a gentle tune.
They hear toward the sound, a strange, damp squelching following their every step, though it is nearly impossible to hear unless close to the boy's little shoes. Whatever they are holding seems to give off some kind of counter spiritual energy to his own.
the monster's spotlight eyes cast an eerie light on the scene. it makes a low sound, not unlike a whale.
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
the monster's spotlight eyes cast an eerie light on the scene. it makes a low sound, not unlike a whale.
Tim turns his head to the direction of the creature, his eyes seem to be sunken into his unnatural skull, as he begins to head towards it, replicating the sound softly, opening his mouth to reveal pulsating human flesh underneath his strange layers.
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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 monster's spotlight eyes cast an eerie light on the scene. it makes a low sound, not unlike a whale.
Tim turns his head to the direction of the creature, his eyes seem to be sunken into his unnatural skull, as he begins to head towards it, replicating the sound softly, opening his mouth to reveal pulsating human flesh underneath his strange layers.
the monster acts surprised. it speaks in primordial.
"who are you?"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
the monster's spotlight eyes cast an eerie light on the scene. it makes a low sound, not unlike a whale.
Tim turns his head to the direction of the creature, his eyes seem to be sunken into his unnatural skull, as he begins to head towards it, replicating the sound softly, opening his mouth to reveal pulsating human flesh underneath his strange layers.
the monster acts surprised. it speaks in primordial.
"who are you?"
They are as soft spoken as they appear, saying "I...I'm Tim..." back in primordial.
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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.'
There seems to be a child wandering the city streets. Though their skin seems to have a sheen to it that other children lack, as if their skin itself is not made from flesh, but rather something else, the timid child walks around clasping something in their hands. Waves of heavy spiritual energy flow off of them, and their eyes seem to be looking at their feet. They don't speak to anyone they pass, though they seem lost. They appear to be young, around the age of 11 or 12. They are wearing a Victorianesk outfit, deep red and soft black. This is Tim. Ghost? no. Exorcist? no. Something wrong. That shouldn't be.
As the child wanders, they occasionally see the brief glimpse of a tall and lanky figure in the distance, hidden by the fog that permeates the space. The faint sound of a music box dances on the wind, a gentle tune.
They hear toward the sound, a strange, damp squelching following their every step, though it is nearly impossible to hear unless close to the boy's little shoes. Whatever they are holding seems to give off some kind of counter spiritual energy to his own.
the monster's spotlight eyes cast an eerie light on the scene. it makes a low sound, not unlike a whale.
The silhouette remains hidden, watching the child and the monster.
the monster's spotlight eyes cast an eerie light on the scene. it makes a low sound, not unlike a whale.
Tim turns his head to the direction of the creature, his eyes seem to be sunken into his unnatural skull, as he begins to head towards it, replicating the sound softly, opening his mouth to reveal pulsating human flesh underneath his strange layers.
the monster acts surprised. it speaks in primordial.
"who are you?"
They are as soft spoken as they appear, saying "I...I'm Tim..." back in primordial.
"it has been a long time since I met someone I could communicate with"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
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They would probably find Gilgamesh and Kenji at the junkyard if they go looking for Gilgamesh.
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.)
In this paranormal city, many a strange thing can happen. And while this place can be dangerous and frightening, some have learned that not all hauntings are a curse. In the homes of young children growing up in less fortunate situations, a mysterious gift box will sometimes appear to them. Maybe during a birthday party, or at a holiday celebration, or appearing during some other special occasion. The gift is always within a simple white box with a red ribbon that wraps around each side of the box before coming together into a bow on top. Inside is always a cute stuffed animal of some kind, masterfully hand stitched with soft and comfortable materials, each one unique in its design. A little bear with a top hat and bowtie, a purple wolf with long soft hair on its back, a yellow bird wearing a scarf with pick cupcakes, a little frog with a mic in its hand, and so many others.
Though ordinary toys they seem to be, they are crafted from an ethereal material known simply as Remnant. This strange substance allows the dolls to imprint on a child, linking them to the child’s soul and emotions. When the doll’s child is happy, that feeling can leak out to others around them, filling the space with joy and hope. When the child is sad or hurt, the doll can instead leak out a calming and soothing energy to help the child relax and recover. When the child is angry and fearful, the doll can leak out a feeling of dread towards any that is upsetting the child. And, when the child is threatened, that’s when the true power of the doll awakens, transforming it into a large animal construct that fights to defend the child from harm.
Sometimes these dolls remain with a child even well past entering adulthood, but oftentime they are discarded once the child grows up, no longer needed. It is said that when that happens, the Masked One comes to collect the doll. A feminine looking figure in all black, impossibly lanky and thin with a pure white porcelain mask with holes where the eyes would be and purple lines falling down like tear stains, the Masked One is said to be the crafter behind the dolls. While her visage frightens many, it seems clear to those that know of this spectre that she seeks to protect the children of this place. Sometimes, a child might see her porcelain face peering from the shadows, but usually she prefers the darkness. But it is said that if you hear the faint ghostly sound of a child’s music box, then you might be in this spirit’s presence.
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*I might intro the Porcelain Child here, just for having a dead child here too... And I just like Tim as a whole.*
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.)
i wonder if i should introduce a new character. hmmmmmm.
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Taku is standing on a rooftop, looking down at a factory. A few seconds later, the whole thing bursts into flames, exploding as burning debris falls around
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.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
*It's not horror without some dead kids in it.*
*Tim is less a dead kid, and more an eldritch abomination that was once a child.*
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.)
*Fair enough*
Squelp runs toward the explosion, sees Taku, and climbs the building to him.
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)
"It's like I said. I'm smarter than you."
*So I'ma intro him here.*
There seems to be a child wandering the city streets. Though their skin seems to have a sheen to it that other children lack, as if their skin itself is not made from flesh, but rather something else, the timid child walks around clasping something in their hands. Waves of heavy spiritual energy flow off of them, and their eyes seem to be looking at their feet. They don't speak to anyone they pass, though they seem lost. They appear to be young, around the age of 11 or 12. They are wearing a Victorianesk outfit, deep red and soft black. This is Tim. Ghost? no. Exorcist? no. Something wrong. That shouldn't be.
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.)
across the city, Scurvy Dave comes out of the sewers and reforms the ship.
kevin is floating down the city streets, until he sees the monster, looking at something. he quickly hides in an alley.
the monster is looming over the buildings, casting it's spotlight eyes on something it recognizes. a small child with an odd sheen to their skin.
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
As the child wanders, they occasionally see the brief glimpse of a tall and lanky figure in the distance, hidden by the fog that permeates the space. The faint sound of a music box dances on the wind, a gentle tune.
For whatever reason, they can never reach him. All footholds up are too slippery, or they crumble away. Each time they get close, the just end up falling back down
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.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
They hear toward the sound, a strange, damp squelching following their every step, though it is nearly impossible to hear unless close to the boy's little shoes. Whatever they are holding seems to give off some kind of counter spiritual energy to his own.
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 monster's spotlight eyes cast an eerie light on the scene. it makes a low sound, not unlike a whale.
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Tim turns his head to the direction of the creature, his eyes seem to be sunken into his unnatural skull, as he begins to head towards it, replicating the sound softly, opening his mouth to reveal pulsating human flesh underneath his strange layers.
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 monster acts surprised. it speaks in primordial.
"who are you?"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
They are as soft spoken as they appear, saying "I...I'm Tim..." back in primordial.
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 silhouette remains hidden, watching the child and the monster.
"it has been a long time since I met someone I could communicate with"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!