“-please don’t call me that…” Elijah says, shaking.
”I- don’t know what y-you want me to tell you- about how much I hate myself?!”
“You know what? That’s a good place to start. Tell me everything you hate about yourself, Elijah.” Angelo says smoothly.
Elijah takes a few deep breaths.
”w-well… to start… I don’t feel like I’m good enough- I’m too fragile, I’m not nice enough, I have a ‘b-bad personality,’ I’m n-not ‘boyish,’ enough, and it’s never, ever good enough for anyone- s-sometimes, I used to j-just stare at my wall for hours- and hours, thinking about how I was going to die alone and go to h-hell because I’m not good enough. Is… that what you’re looking for?… or no?”
"Oh... Well. I guess I have to do something a bit more dramatic. Um. Whatever your name is. This may hurt. Or maybe not. I'mnot sure." Waves of darkness start eminating from her, and she begins to levitate upwards for a brief moment, a deep and intence terror infiltrating your brain for a moment beore she falls back down to the ground.
*Does he get a save or anything?*
*Oh yeah wisdom save my bad*
* 13*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“-please don’t call me that…” Elijah says, shaking.
”I- don’t know what y-you want me to tell you- about how much I hate myself?!”
“You know what? That’s a good place to start. Tell me everything you hate about yourself, Elijah.” Angelo says smoothly.
Elijah takes a few deep breaths.
”w-well… to start… I don’t feel like I’m good enough- I’m too fragile, I’m not nice enough, I have a ‘b-bad personality,’ I’m n-not ‘boyish,’ enough, and it’s never, ever good enough for anyone- s-sometimes, I used to j-just stare at my wall for hours- and hours, thinking about how I was going to die alone and go to h-hell because I’m not good enough. Is… that what you’re looking for?… or no?”
*awww nooo sad elijah*
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
“-please don’t call me that…” Elijah says, shaking.
”I- don’t know what y-you want me to tell you- about how much I hate myself?!”
“You know what? That’s a good place to start. Tell me everything you hate about yourself, Elijah.” Angelo says smoothly.
Elijah takes a few deep breaths.
”w-well… to start… I don’t feel like I’m good enough- I’m too fragile, I’m not nice enough, I have a ‘b-bad personality,’ I’m n-not ‘boyish,’ enough, and it’s never, ever good enough for anyone- s-sometimes, I used to j-just stare at my wall for hours- and hours, thinking about how I was going to die alone and go to h-hell because I’m not good enough. Is… that what you’re looking for?… or no?”
*Elijah needs all the hugs!*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"Well, if you swear you wont lose em, damage em, or show anyone else.. Im going to show you where my hidden stashes are"
“Hell yea! I won’t use them. I don’t trust myself with other people’s stuff.”
She smiles "The invitation stays open either way. Follow me" She starts toward the forest, glancing around to ensure no one else follows
Angelo follows, treading lightly.
She slinks through the wood, pointing out distinctive roots, patterns in the light flitting through the leaves, and some markings, creating a hidden path with an inconspicuous tree at the end. She grabs part of the bark of this tree with a final glance around, pulling it off and revealing it to have a hollowed out cubby, holding saws, chisels, gouges, and other tools of various sizes. Carpenters and Woodcarvers tools, though missing basic pocket knives, strangely
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
"Oh... Well. I guess I have to do something a bit more dramatic. Um. Whatever your name is. This may hurt. Or maybe not. I'mnot sure." Waves of darkness start eminating from her, and she begins to levitate upwards for a brief moment, a deep and intence terror infiltrating your brain for a moment beore she falls back down to the ground.
*Does he get a save or anything?*
*Oh yeah wisdom save my bad*
* 19*
*Just beat it! So, Angelo wouldn't be scared, but he would still see/ have the mist cover up me floating then fallingto the ground.*
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
“-please don’t call me that…” Elijah says, shaking.
”I- don’t know what y-you want me to tell you- about how much I hate myself?!”
“You know what? That’s a good place to start. Tell me everything you hate about yourself, Elijah.” Angelo says smoothly.
Elijah takes a few deep breaths.
”w-well… to start… I don’t feel like I’m good enough- I’m too fragile, I’m not nice enough, I have a ‘b-bad personality,’ I’m n-not ‘boyish,’ enough, and it’s never, ever good enough for anyone- s-sometimes, I used to j-just stare at my wall for hours- and hours, thinking about how I was going to die alone and go to h-hell because I’m not good enough. Is… that what you’re looking for?… or no?”
Angelo stares in silence for a moment. “Hell isn’t real, Elijah. And none of these damn standards are real either. Boyish enough? Who decides that? The mysterious council of boys? If you’re not nice enough, then maybe I’m the damn devil himself. Stop being so harsh on yourself for things that don’t matter.” Angelo loosens his grip on Elijah’s wrist.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
She slinks through the wood, pointing out distinctive roots, patterns in the light flitting through the leaves, and some markings, creating a hidden path with an inconspicuous tree at the end. She grabs part of the bark of this tree with a final glance around, pulling it off and revealing it to have a hollowed out cubby, holding saws, chisels, gouges, and other tools of various sizes. Carpenters and Woodcarvers tools, though missing basic pocket knives, strangely
Angelo smiles. “Nice path. Perfectly concealed. Where’d you learn to do that?”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Oh... Well. I guess I have to do something a bit more dramatic. Um. Whatever your name is. This may hurt. Or maybe not. I'mnot sure." Waves of darkness start eminating from her, and she begins to levitate upwards for a brief moment, a deep and intence terror infiltrating your brain for a moment beore she falls back down to the ground.
*Does he get a save or anything?*
*Oh yeah wisdom save my bad*
* 19*
*Just beat it! So, Angelo wouldn't be scared, but he would still see/ have the mist cover up me floating then fallingto the ground.*
Angelo doesn’t seem to be looking at her, instead staring at where she was standing before she started levitating. “All of you are insane. All of you freaks.” He snarls.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
She slinks through the wood, pointing out distinctive roots, patterns in the light flitting through the leaves, and some markings, creating a hidden path with an inconspicuous tree at the end. She grabs part of the bark of this tree with a final glance around, pulling it off and revealing it to have a hollowed out cubby, holding saws, chisels, gouges, and other tools of various sizes. Carpenters and Woodcarvers tools, though missing basic pocket knives, strangely
Angelo smiles. “Nice path. Perfectly concealed. Where’d you learn to do that?”
"Ever heard of geocaches? Me and dad did tons when I was younger. Before the subscription crap and all that happened"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
"Oh... Well. I guess I have to do something a bit more dramatic. Um. Whatever your name is. This may hurt. Or maybe not. I'mnot sure." Waves of darkness start eminating from her, and she begins to levitate upwards for a brief moment, a deep and intence terror infiltrating your brain for a moment beore she falls back down to the ground.
*Does he get a save or anything?*
*Oh yeah wisdom save my bad*
* 19*
*Just beat it! So, Angelo wouldn't be scared, but he would still see/ have the mist cover up me floating then fallingto the ground.*
Angelo doesn’t seem to be looking at her, instead staring at where she was standing before she started levitating. “All of you are insane. All of you freaks.” He snarls.
"Ugghh... Friggen mist messing with your mind..." She's breathing heavily, but manages to do one last trick. She holds her handout, and shadowscondence into a spear. "Ugh... Do you... See this?"
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
*not right now, I don’t think I can handle more than one right now, sorry*
*HAH IMAGINE*
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
“-please don’t call me that…” Elijah says, shaking.
”I- don’t know what y-you want me to tell you- about how much I hate myself?!”
“You know what? That’s a good place to start. Tell me everything you hate about yourself, Elijah.” Angelo says smoothly.
Elijah takes a few deep breaths.
”w-well… to start… I don’t feel like I’m good enough- I’m too fragile, I’m not nice enough, I have a ‘b-bad personality,’ I’m n-not ‘boyish,’ enough, and it’s never, ever good enough for anyone- s-sometimes, I used to j-just stare at my wall for hours- and hours, thinking about how I was going to die alone and go to h-hell because I’m not good enough. Is… that what you’re looking for?… or no?”
Angelo stares in silence for a moment. “Hell isn’t real, Elijah. And none of these damn standards are real either. Boyish enough? Who decides that? The mysterious council of boys? If you’re not nice enough, then maybe I’m the damn devil himself. Stop being so harsh on yourself for things that don’t matter.” Angelo loosens his grip on Elijah’s wrist.
“They f-feel like they mattered-… I’m sorry-… I don’t think I can do this-…”
“-please don’t call me that…” Elijah says, shaking.
”I- don’t know what y-you want me to tell you- about how much I hate myself?!”
“You know what? That’s a good place to start. Tell me everything you hate about yourself, Elijah.” Angelo says smoothly.
Elijah takes a few deep breaths.
”w-well… to start… I don’t feel like I’m good enough- I’m too fragile, I’m not nice enough, I have a ‘b-bad personality,’ I’m n-not ‘boyish,’ enough, and it’s never, ever good enough for anyone- s-sometimes, I used to j-just stare at my wall for hours- and hours, thinking about how I was going to die alone and go to h-hell because I’m not good enough. Is… that what you’re looking for?… or no?”
Angelo stares in silence for a moment. “Hell isn’t real, Elijah. And none of these damn standards are real either. Boyish enough? Who decides that? The mysterious council of boys? If you’re not nice enough, then maybe I’m the damn devil himself. Stop being so harsh on yourself for things that don’t matter.” Angelo loosens his grip on Elijah’s wrist.
“They f-feel like they mattered-… I’m sorry-… I don’t think I can do this-…”
he tries to pull his hand away from Angelo.
*good lord this is emotional*
*elijah needs hugs*
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
She slinks through the wood, pointing out distinctive roots, patterns in the light flitting through the leaves, and some markings, creating a hidden path with an inconspicuous tree at the end. She grabs part of the bark of this tree with a final glance around, pulling it off and revealing it to have a hollowed out cubby, holding saws, chisels, gouges, and other tools of various sizes. Carpenters and Woodcarvers tools, though missing basic pocket knives, strangely
Angelo smiles. “Nice path. Perfectly concealed. Where’d you learn to do that?”
"Ever heard of geocaches? Me and dad did tons when I was younger. Before the subscription crap and all that happened"
“What is a geocache?” He asks genuinely.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Elijah takes a few deep breaths.
”w-well… to start… I don’t feel like I’m good enough- I’m too fragile, I’m not nice enough, I have a ‘b-bad personality,’ I’m n-not ‘boyish,’ enough, and it’s never, ever good enough for anyone- s-sometimes, I used to j-just stare at my wall for hours- and hours, thinking about how I was going to die alone and go to h-hell because I’m not good enough. Is… that what you’re looking for?… or no?”
* 13*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*awww nooo sad elijah*
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
*Elijah needs all the hugs!*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
She slinks through the wood, pointing out distinctive roots, patterns in the light flitting through the leaves, and some markings, creating a hidden path with an inconspicuous tree at the end. She grabs part of the bark of this tree with a final glance around, pulling it off and revealing it to have a hollowed out cubby, holding saws, chisels, gouges, and other tools of various sizes. Carpenters and Woodcarvers tools, though missing basic pocket knives, strangely
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
*Just beat it! So, Angelo wouldn't be scared, but he would still see/ have the mist cover up me floating then fallingto the ground.*
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
Angelo stares in silence for a moment. “Hell isn’t real, Elijah. And none of these damn standards are real either. Boyish enough? Who decides that? The mysterious council of boys? If you’re not nice enough, then maybe I’m the damn devil himself. Stop being so harsh on yourself for things that don’t matter.” Angelo loosens his grip on Elijah’s wrist.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
(you want to rp arch)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
Angelo smiles. “Nice path. Perfectly concealed. Where’d you learn to do that?”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Angelo doesn’t seem to be looking at her, instead staring at where she was standing before she started levitating. “All of you are insane. All of you freaks.” He snarls.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*not right now, I don’t think I can handle more than one right now, sorry*
*Henlo I am here at one so I can yeah :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"Ever heard of geocaches? Me and dad did tons when I was younger. Before the subscription crap and all that happened"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
"Ugghh... Friggen mist messing with your mind..." She's breathing heavily, but manages to do one last trick. She holds her handout, and shadowscondence into a spear. "Ugh... Do you... See this?"
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
*HAH IMAGINE*
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
“They f-feel like they mattered-… I’m sorry-… I don’t think I can do this-…”
he tries to pull his hand away from Angelo.
*good lord this is emotional*
*elijah needs hugs*
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
*Anyone wanna RP?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“What is a geocache?” He asks genuinely.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*sure!*
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives