“Hah! Your bosses would let you go? It must be nice being to just up and leave.”
“They understood I wanted to retire into more… simple work. Let others do the service of saving the queen and such, though we do still go for tea on occasion.” He says, smiling softly “It was quite nice, leaving in a respected manner, now I work as a simple butler, and kill undead sometimes.”
“Never seen an Exorcist use strings as their weapon of choice. Silvered? Or Blessed?”
“Silvered, cut through undead with relative ease. I think of them as refined weaponry.” He says, bowing slightly.
“If it works it works.”
He chuckles slightly “That is indeed true. What weapons do you prefer?”
“Hah! Your bosses would let you go? It must be nice being to just up and leave.”
“They understood I wanted to retire into more… simple work. Let others do the service of saving the queen and such, though we do still go for tea on occasion.” He says, smiling softly “It was quite nice, leaving in a respected manner, now I work as a simple butler, and kill undead sometimes.”
“Never seen an Exorcist use strings as their weapon of choice. Silvered? Or Blessed?”
“Silvered, cut through undead with relative ease. I think of them as refined weaponry.” He says, bowing slightly.
“If it works it works.”
He chuckles slightly “That is indeed true. What weapons do you prefer?”
He reaches into his jacket and pulls out two oversized M1911s, one black and gold and the other silver and black “These bad boys. One has 13mm radiant explosive rounds, the others 13mm AP and anti magical rounds. First Blessed, the other Silvered.”
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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."
“Hah! Your bosses would let you go? It must be nice being to just up and leave.”
“They understood I wanted to retire into more… simple work. Let others do the service of saving the queen and such, though we do still go for tea on occasion.” He says, smiling softly “It was quite nice, leaving in a respected manner, now I work as a simple butler, and kill undead sometimes.”
“Never seen an Exorcist use strings as their weapon of choice. Silvered? Or Blessed?”
“Silvered, cut through undead with relative ease. I think of them as refined weaponry.” He says, bowing slightly.
“If it works it works.”
He chuckles slightly “That is indeed true. What weapons do you prefer?”
He reaches into his jacket and pulls out two oversized M1911s, one black and gold and the other silver and black “These bad boys. One has 13mm radiant explosive rounds, the others 13mm AP and anti magical rounds. First Blessed, the other Silvered.”
He raises an eyebrow with interest “More brutish than my strings, but nonetheless effective in terms of removing that which needs to be removed. I doubt I could defeat you without some nudging in terms of my abilities.”
“Hah! Your bosses would let you go? It must be nice being to just up and leave.”
“They understood I wanted to retire into more… simple work. Let others do the service of saving the queen and such, though we do still go for tea on occasion.” He says, smiling softly “It was quite nice, leaving in a respected manner, now I work as a simple butler, and kill undead sometimes.”
“Never seen an Exorcist use strings as their weapon of choice. Silvered? Or Blessed?”
“Silvered, cut through undead with relative ease. I think of them as refined weaponry.” He says, bowing slightly.
“If it works it works.”
He chuckles slightly “That is indeed true. What weapons do you prefer?”
He reaches into his jacket and pulls out two oversized M1911s, one black and gold and the other silver and black “These bad boys. One has 13mm radiant explosive rounds, the others 13mm AP and anti magical rounds. First Blessed, the other Silvered.”
He raises an eyebrow with interest “More brutish than my strings, but nonetheless effective in terms of removing that which needs to be removed. I doubt I could defeat you without some nudging in terms of my abilities.”
“Oh, you think I don’t have some powers of my own?”
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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."
“Hah! Your bosses would let you go? It must be nice being to just up and leave.”
“They understood I wanted to retire into more… simple work. Let others do the service of saving the queen and such, though we do still go for tea on occasion.” He says, smiling softly “It was quite nice, leaving in a respected manner, now I work as a simple butler, and kill undead sometimes.”
“Never seen an Exorcist use strings as their weapon of choice. Silvered? Or Blessed?”
“Silvered, cut through undead with relative ease. I think of them as refined weaponry.” He says, bowing slightly.
“If it works it works.”
He chuckles slightly “That is indeed true. What weapons do you prefer?”
He reaches into his jacket and pulls out two oversized M1911s, one black and gold and the other silver and black “These bad boys. One has 13mm radiant explosive rounds, the others 13mm AP and anti magical rounds. First Blessed, the other Silvered.”
He raises an eyebrow with interest “More brutish than my strings, but nonetheless effective in terms of removing that which needs to be removed. I doubt I could defeat you without some nudging in terms of my abilities.”
“Oh, you think I don’t have some powers of my own?”
“Oh I do believe you do, I am just quite confident in the string around your neck.” He smiles softly as a silver bit of string reveals itself, lifting one gloved finger.
“Hah! Your bosses would let you go? It must be nice being to just up and leave.”
“They understood I wanted to retire into more… simple work. Let others do the service of saving the queen and such, though we do still go for tea on occasion.” He says, smiling softly “It was quite nice, leaving in a respected manner, now I work as a simple butler, and kill undead sometimes.”
“Never seen an Exorcist use strings as their weapon of choice. Silvered? Or Blessed?”
“Silvered, cut through undead with relative ease. I think of them as refined weaponry.” He says, bowing slightly.
“If it works it works.”
He chuckles slightly “That is indeed true. What weapons do you prefer?”
He reaches into his jacket and pulls out two oversized M1911s, one black and gold and the other silver and black “These bad boys. One has 13mm radiant explosive rounds, the others 13mm AP and anti magical rounds. First Blessed, the other Silvered.”
He raises an eyebrow with interest “More brutish than my strings, but nonetheless effective in terms of removing that which needs to be removed. I doubt I could defeat you without some nudging in terms of my abilities.”
“Oh, you think I don’t have some powers of my own?”
“Oh I do believe you do, I am just quite confident in the string around your neck.” He smiles softly as a silver bit of string reveals itself, lifting one gloved finger.
“You think something like that could kill me? A 9mm kills the body. A 13mm kills the soul.” He points the guns right at him, grinning like a mad man
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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."
“Hah! Your bosses would let you go? It must be nice being to just up and leave.”
“They understood I wanted to retire into more… simple work. Let others do the service of saving the queen and such, though we do still go for tea on occasion.” He says, smiling softly “It was quite nice, leaving in a respected manner, now I work as a simple butler, and kill undead sometimes.”
“Never seen an Exorcist use strings as their weapon of choice. Silvered? Or Blessed?”
“Silvered, cut through undead with relative ease. I think of them as refined weaponry.” He says, bowing slightly.
“If it works it works.”
He chuckles slightly “That is indeed true. What weapons do you prefer?”
He reaches into his jacket and pulls out two oversized M1911s, one black and gold and the other silver and black “These bad boys. One has 13mm radiant explosive rounds, the others 13mm AP and anti magical rounds. First Blessed, the other Silvered.”
He raises an eyebrow with interest “More brutish than my strings, but nonetheless effective in terms of removing that which needs to be removed. I doubt I could defeat you without some nudging in terms of my abilities.”
“Oh, you think I don’t have some powers of my own?”
“Oh I do believe you do, I am just quite confident in the string around your neck.” He smiles softly as a silver bit of string reveals itself, lifting one gloved finger.
“You think something like that could kill me? A 9mm kills the body. A 13mm kills the soul.” He points the guns right at him, grinning like a mad man
He matches it, though his smile is much smaller in comparison “I would love to experiment sir, if you’re willing to.” He tugs at the string, it vanishing once more “But my employer would prefer I not. A butler always follows orders.”
“Hah! Your bosses would let you go? It must be nice being to just up and leave.”
“They understood I wanted to retire into more… simple work. Let others do the service of saving the queen and such, though we do still go for tea on occasion.” He says, smiling softly “It was quite nice, leaving in a respected manner, now I work as a simple butler, and kill undead sometimes.”
“Never seen an Exorcist use strings as their weapon of choice. Silvered? Or Blessed?”
“Silvered, cut through undead with relative ease. I think of them as refined weaponry.” He says, bowing slightly.
“If it works it works.”
He chuckles slightly “That is indeed true. What weapons do you prefer?”
He reaches into his jacket and pulls out two oversized M1911s, one black and gold and the other silver and black “These bad boys. One has 13mm radiant explosive rounds, the others 13mm AP and anti magical rounds. First Blessed, the other Silvered.”
He raises an eyebrow with interest “More brutish than my strings, but nonetheless effective in terms of removing that which needs to be removed. I doubt I could defeat you without some nudging in terms of my abilities.”
“Oh, you think I don’t have some powers of my own?”
“Oh I do believe you do, I am just quite confident in the string around your neck.” He smiles softly as a silver bit of string reveals itself, lifting one gloved finger.
“You think something like that could kill me? A 9mm kills the body. A 13mm kills the soul.” He points the guns right at him, grinning like a mad man
He matches it, though his smile is much smaller in comparison “I would love to experiment sir, if you’re willing to.” He tugs at the string, it vanishing once more “But my employer would prefer I not. A butler always follows orders.”
He spins the guns and puts them back in his coat “I definitely don’t follow orders all the time. If you really want to test it, I’ll find 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."
“Hah! Your bosses would let you go? It must be nice being to just up and leave.”
“They understood I wanted to retire into more… simple work. Let others do the service of saving the queen and such, though we do still go for tea on occasion.” He says, smiling softly “It was quite nice, leaving in a respected manner, now I work as a simple butler, and kill undead sometimes.”
“Never seen an Exorcist use strings as their weapon of choice. Silvered? Or Blessed?”
“Silvered, cut through undead with relative ease. I think of them as refined weaponry.” He says, bowing slightly.
“If it works it works.”
He chuckles slightly “That is indeed true. What weapons do you prefer?”
He reaches into his jacket and pulls out two oversized M1911s, one black and gold and the other silver and black “These bad boys. One has 13mm radiant explosive rounds, the others 13mm AP and anti magical rounds. First Blessed, the other Silvered.”
He raises an eyebrow with interest “More brutish than my strings, but nonetheless effective in terms of removing that which needs to be removed. I doubt I could defeat you without some nudging in terms of my abilities.”
“Oh, you think I don’t have some powers of my own?”
“Oh I do believe you do, I am just quite confident in the string around your neck.” He smiles softly as a silver bit of string reveals itself, lifting one gloved finger.
“You think something like that could kill me? A 9mm kills the body. A 13mm kills the soul.” He points the guns right at him, grinning like a mad man
He matches it, though his smile is much smaller in comparison “I would love to experiment sir, if you’re willing to.” He tugs at the string, it vanishing once more “But my employer would prefer I not. A butler always follows orders.”
He spins the guns and puts them back in his coat “I definitely don’t follow orders all the time. If you really want to test it, I’ll find you.”
“Of course. Keep yourself alive up to that point will you? I’d rather not fight you as a zombie, or a vampire. It would be degrading for you to become a zombie.” He takes another drag.
“Hah! Your bosses would let you go? It must be nice being to just up and leave.”
“They understood I wanted to retire into more… simple work. Let others do the service of saving the queen and such, though we do still go for tea on occasion.” He says, smiling softly “It was quite nice, leaving in a respected manner, now I work as a simple butler, and kill undead sometimes.”
“Never seen an Exorcist use strings as their weapon of choice. Silvered? Or Blessed?”
“Silvered, cut through undead with relative ease. I think of them as refined weaponry.” He says, bowing slightly.
“If it works it works.”
He chuckles slightly “That is indeed true. What weapons do you prefer?”
He reaches into his jacket and pulls out two oversized M1911s, one black and gold and the other silver and black “These bad boys. One has 13mm radiant explosive rounds, the others 13mm AP and anti magical rounds. First Blessed, the other Silvered.”
He raises an eyebrow with interest “More brutish than my strings, but nonetheless effective in terms of removing that which needs to be removed. I doubt I could defeat you without some nudging in terms of my abilities.”
“Oh, you think I don’t have some powers of my own?”
“Oh I do believe you do, I am just quite confident in the string around your neck.” He smiles softly as a silver bit of string reveals itself, lifting one gloved finger.
“You think something like that could kill me? A 9mm kills the body. A 13mm kills the soul.” He points the guns right at him, grinning like a mad man
He matches it, though his smile is much smaller in comparison “I would love to experiment sir, if you’re willing to.” He tugs at the string, it vanishing once more “But my employer would prefer I not. A butler always follows orders.”
He spins the guns and puts them back in his coat “I definitely don’t follow orders all the time. If you really want to test it, I’ll find you.”
“Of course. Keep yourself alive up to that point will you? I’d rather not fight you as a zombie, or a vampire. It would be degrading for you to become a zombie.” He takes another drag.
“Please. You think someone like me would let that happen? And if I become a vampire, it’s by my own admission.”
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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."
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nail Wielder, 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)
Gliding amidst the streets is a banshee in a grey dress whose arrival is heralded by the smell of seawater and rotting fish. She has wild, long silvery hair that has bits of seaweed tangled into it and emerald green eyes. Erica drifts over to a table outside a cafe, sitting down and looking around for nothing in particular.
A bronze exoskeleton of a dragon lands with a large clank. It is dripping with saltwater. "Hello there. I suppose you must be another soul lost to the sea?"
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nail Wielder, 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)
*Trying so hard to come up with a complete concept.*
*Ghosts are such varied and interesting things to work with, but my mind keeps turning up blank. Anything can be a ghost.*
*So use that. If anything can be a ghost, make the wackiest thing you can. Think ghost tarrasque or neothelid!*
*Excellent suggestion!*
*I've decided to finally go with an older character of mine: the Cursebutcher, a ghost who functions more like a vampire. In fact, exactly like a vampire.*
a mist rolls in, blanketing the streets. you hear the rush of water. you aren't near an ocean. you feel wet, despite being bone dry. the mist is higher now, almost to your shoulders. then you hear the creak of wood, the furling of sails. a ghostly pirate ship is sailing dow the street on an ocean of fog, a haunting sea shanty lofts on the air.
it stops in front of the dragon, a ghostly captain speaks; "we hear ye've got a, certain item that raises the dead. hand it over or say goodbye to your unlife!"
The dragon lets out another long, heavy sigh. "Squelp, I thought we talked about how this is supposed to be a secret." Another much smaller voice is heard, sounding defensive. "Squerb squerble! Squorb!" The dragon snarls. "Don't take up that tone with me, whelp. Help take care of it." It turns to the ghost ship. "Forget that knowledge. Your threats are useless. If I die, nobody will find it." The dragon lets out a threatening roar.
*intimidation check: 22*
the captain looks momentarily shaken
"exaclty. we wont kill you. we still have a preist on board from our last voyage. he may not be able to exorsise a soul such as yourself, but your little... beak? will do nicely"
he turns to a sheet ghost crewmate. "fech father north! make it snappy!"
The dragon's kindly visage disappears. "Oh, I think you'll find that 'my little beak' is quite capable on its own." A miniscule beak drops off the dragon's shoulder, growing larger and larger until it hits the water. For a minute, nothing happens. Then an arm of water raises up out of the ocean. As the water drips off, the arm becomes harder and harder to see. The ship's main mast is snapped off, and thrown into the distance.
*the ship is ghostly too, as is the ocean its on*
the captain looks extremely shaken. the sheet ghost crewmate floats up, with an elderly ghost in tow, and is quickly waved away by the captain. the captain produces a pocket watch, and check it.
"not long now. do you think it can go on land?"
"wouldn't know. only one way to find out."
"I'd rather not. TURN THIS SHIP AROUND!"
the ship dives back into the ocean of mist, and the ocean abates, crawling through the streets live a thing alive- er- UNalive.
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Race: Not Human. that's for sure
Class: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/general of the goose horde
Alignment: Lawful Evil
fun fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Appreciator of all things Weird, Wondrous, and/or Yummy
In the Autumn Country, days end quickly, the gloaming hours linger, and the midnights pile one upon the other till the air is thick and flows like twilight syrup.
*I'm going to make a magic system based around feeding the ghosts.
I will need some further development to follow my four rules of making power/magic systems:
1. Must reveal something about the character that uses it 2. Must fundamentally require characters to consider not using it (so they sometimes have to do something else) 3. Must encourage creative solutions (not just “punch them better”) 4. Must have an interesting limitation/consequence/weakness*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
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He chuckles slightly “That is indeed true. What weapons do you prefer?”
He reaches into his jacket and pulls out two oversized M1911s, one black and gold and the other silver and black “These bad boys. One has 13mm radiant explosive rounds, the others 13mm AP and anti magical rounds. First Blessed, the other Silvered.”
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."
He raises an eyebrow with interest “More brutish than my strings, but nonetheless effective in terms of removing that which needs to be removed. I doubt I could defeat you without some nudging in terms of my abilities.”
“Oh, you think I don’t have some powers of my own?”
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."
“Oh I do believe you do, I am just quite confident in the string around your neck.” He smiles softly as a silver bit of string reveals itself, lifting one gloved finger.
“You think something like that could kill me? A 9mm kills the body. A 13mm kills the soul.” He points the guns right at him, grinning like a mad man
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."
He matches it, though his smile is much smaller in comparison “I would love to experiment sir, if you’re willing to.” He tugs at the string, it vanishing once more “But my employer would prefer I not. A butler always follows orders.”
He spins the guns and puts them back in his coat “I definitely don’t follow orders all the time. If you really want to test it, I’ll find 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."
“Of course. Keep yourself alive up to that point will you? I’d rather not fight you as a zombie, or a vampire. It would be degrading for you to become a zombie.” He takes another drag.
“Please. You think someone like me would let that happen? And if I become a vampire, it’s by my own admission.”
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."
*Trying so hard to come up with a complete concept.*
*Ghosts are such varied and interesting things to work with, but my mind keeps turning up blank. Anything can be a ghost.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*So use that. If anything can be a ghost, make the wackiest thing you can. Think ghost tarrasque or neothelid!*
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nail Wielder, 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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A bronze exoskeleton of a dragon lands with a large clank. It is dripping with saltwater. "Hello there. I suppose you must be another soul lost to the sea?"
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nail Wielder, 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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*Excellent suggestion!*
*I've decided to finally go with an older character of mine: the Cursebutcher, a ghost who functions more like a vampire. In fact, exactly like a vampire.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
“If you do become a vampire, I’ll do you the favor of handling you myself, and I’ll make sure not to waste time holding back.” He says, smiling.
“Good to know. I’ll see ya later.” He walks off, humming a tune
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."
He waves them off, stepping off the sidewalk and continuing to smoke.
*the ship is ghostly too, as is the ocean its on*
the captain looks extremely shaken. the sheet ghost crewmate floats up, with an elderly ghost in tow, and is quickly waved away by the captain. the captain produces a pocket watch, and check it.
"not long now. do you think it can go on land?"
"wouldn't know. only one way to find out."
"I'd rather not. TURN THIS SHIP AROUND!"
the ship dives back into the ocean of mist, and the ocean abates, crawling through the streets live a thing alive- er- UNalive.
Race: Not Human. that's for sure
Class: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/general of the goose horde
Alignment: Lawful Evil
fun fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
The Archmage of I CAST...!
*I really like the concept here. I'll join if I can come up with an idea and have the time.*
*I'm going to make a magic system based around feeding the ghosts.
I will need some further development to follow my four rules of making power/magic systems:
1. Must reveal something about the character that uses it
2. Must fundamentally require characters to consider not using it (so they sometimes have to do something else)
3. Must encourage creative solutions (not just “punch them better”)
4. Must have an interesting limitation/consequence/weakness*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.