Clover is following him, trailing behind like a (murderous) lost duckling.
*yay, somebody to roleplay with on this thread that is not bananer, and it's the murder death, not sure which is better*
Fael notices them, using the reflection of their glasses to find them
Clover walks behind him, grinning madly, flipping a knife in one hand, catching it by the blade, yet somehow getting lucky enough to do it safely.
*Now you're doing that to make fun of me, aren't you? *
Fael darts around and grabs the knife out of the air
Athletics 25
*changed because it's the wrong mod, oops*
Clover frowns at Fael, who is now in front of her, easily within stabbing distance, and pulls out another knife, and begins to flip it as well.
"... That was stupid."
A strange influence covers the area, emitted from Clover.
8
*Be careful with your rolls, Gato.*
Fael meets their eyes, brings out their homemade bronze daggers, and begins to flip them both, without looking
"You shouldn't flip knifes behind people"
"Why not?"
"Because what just happened is going to happen again"
"Oh no. So scary."
Clover grins, gripping her dagger firmly, and something shifts in the air, seemingly emanating from Clover, causing Fael's ears to pop.
7
"Are we going to fight, because if we do, I must do something first?"
"Oh, I don't know. Are we going to fight? I'm not being aggressive. All I'm doing is standing behind you, flipping my knife."
The air changes ONCE MORE, the air growing thicker. 6
*Dude, just give up on the dice!*
"I dont want to fight, but right now, i feel like you want to murder me. So yeah, we're going to fight."
And as they talk, something appears behind fael, wait no, on fael, and as they get bigger, you realize that they are wings, right now the wings seem to be an eye, scorcing pink/purple color
*Yeah, I think I will lol*
"Oh. So we're fighting now. Great."
Initiative: 14
*You rolled a 3,2,1, ow*
"Yeah, you're that creepy"
Initiative 18
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her/They. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Genderfae/Demigirl, Pansexual pancake, and Ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Clover is following him, trailing behind like a (murderous) lost duckling.
*yay, somebody to roleplay with on this thread that is not bananer, and it's the murder death, not sure which is better*
Fael notices them, using the reflection of their glasses to find them
Clover walks behind him, grinning madly, flipping a knife in one hand, catching it by the blade, yet somehow getting lucky enough to do it safely.
*Now you're doing that to make fun of me, aren't you? *
Fael darts around and grabs the knife out of the air
Athletics 25
*changed because it's the wrong mod, oops*
Clover frowns at Fael, who is now in front of her, easily within stabbing distance, and pulls out another knife, and begins to flip it as well.
"... That was stupid."
A strange influence covers the area, emitted from Clover.
8
*Be careful with your rolls, Gato.*
Fael meets their eyes, brings out their homemade bronze daggers, and begins to flip them both, without looking
"You shouldn't flip knifes behind people"
"Why not?"
"Because what just happened is going to happen again"
"Oh no. So scary."
Clover grins, gripping her dagger firmly, and something shifts in the air, seemingly emanating from Clover, causing Fael's ears to pop.
7
"Are we going to fight, because if we do, I must do something first?"
"Oh, I don't know. Are we going to fight? I'm not being aggressive. All I'm doing is standing behind you, flipping my knife."
The air changes ONCE MORE, the air growing thicker. 6
*Dude, just give up on the dice!*
"I dont want to fight, but right now, i feel like you want to murder me. So yeah, we're going to fight."
And as they talk, something appears behind fael, wait no, on fael, and as they get bigger, you realize that they are wings, right now the wings seem to be an eye, scorcing pink/purple color
*Yeah, I think I will lol*
"Oh. So we're fighting now. Great."
Initiative: 14
*You rolled a 3,2,1, ow*
"Yeah, you're that creepy"
Initiative 21
*YEah for the daughter of Tyche, she isn't doing so well*
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
"Sorry... I just- I'm having trouble telling a boy how I feel about him, and every time I find a good time... He starts talking about something different. Last time it was his dad..."
"I... I don't think I'm the most qualified to talk about this- I- Uh-"
"Don't worry about talking about it... sometimes it's just nice to get my thoughts out into the air. Sorry, again."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
A 14-15 year old with green eyes and with blonde hair with a streak of blue, enters camp wearing black baggy sweatpants, black shoes, and a vintage My Chemical Romance T-shirt. It seems very clear, he's emo
The boy sees a ten year old boy sitting in the Amphitheater, singing a song.
He walks over
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
Clover is following him, trailing behind like a (murderous) lost duckling.
*yay, somebody to roleplay with on this thread that is not bananer, and it's the murder death, not sure which is better*
Fael notices them, using the reflection of their glasses to find them
Clover walks behind him, grinning madly, flipping a knife in one hand, catching it by the blade, yet somehow getting lucky enough to do it safely.
*Now you're doing that to make fun of me, aren't you? *
Fael darts around and grabs the knife out of the air
Athletics 25
*changed because it's the wrong mod, oops*
Clover frowns at Fael, who is now in front of her, easily within stabbing distance, and pulls out another knife, and begins to flip it as well.
"... That was stupid."
A strange influence covers the area, emitted from Clover.
8
*Be careful with your rolls, Gato.*
Fael meets their eyes, brings out their homemade bronze daggers, and begins to flip them both, without looking
"You shouldn't flip knifes behind people"
"Why not?"
"Because what just happened is going to happen again"
"Oh no. So scary."
Clover grins, gripping her dagger firmly, and something shifts in the air, seemingly emanating from Clover, causing Fael's ears to pop.
7
"Are we going to fight, because if we do, I must do something first?"
"Oh, I don't know. Are we going to fight? I'm not being aggressive. All I'm doing is standing behind you, flipping my knife."
The air changes ONCE MORE, the air growing thicker. 6
*Dude, just give up on the dice!*
"I dont want to fight, but right now, i feel like you want to murder me. So yeah, we're going to fight."
And as they talk, something appears behind fael, wait no, on fael, and as they get bigger, you realize that they are wings, right now the wings seem to be an eye, scorcing pink/purple color
*Yeah, I think I will lol*
"Oh. So we're fighting now. Great."
Initiative: 14
*You rolled a 3,2,1, ow*
"Yeah, you're that creepy"
Initiative 21
*YEah for the daughter of Tyche, she isn't doing so well*
Two attacks, they seem to be holding back
Attack: 13 Damage: 8
Attack: 30 Damage: 8
And they fly thirty feet in the air and cast hunters mark
Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her/They. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Genderfae/Demigirl, Pansexual pancake, and Ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
"Sorry... I just- I'm having trouble telling a boy how I feel about him, and every time I find a good time... He starts talking about something different. Last time it was his dad..."
"I... I don't think I'm the most qualified to talk about this- I- Uh-"
"Don't worry about talking about it... sometimes it's just nice to get my thoughts out into the air. Sorry, again."
"No... It's fine... Sometimes I feel like I just need to burst something out as well... but sometimes I just..."
She trails off, looking out at the horizon.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
A 14-15 year old with green eyes and with blonde hair with a streak of blue, enters camp wearing black baggy sweatpants, black shoes, and a vintage My Chemical Romance T-shirt. It seems very clear, he's emo
The boy sees a ten year old boy sitting in the Amphitheater, singing a song.
He walks over
“I thought I’d live to my oldest days
At least that’s what everybody says-
Oh! Hi!” He grins, running a hand through his black hair.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Duan is sitting in the amphitheater, singing a mournful tune.
Evan is inside the Zeus cabin, doing a puzzle.
Guitar accompienent music starts to join in with Duan, coming from the speakers on stage. Atticus is in the center of the amphitheater, flapping his wings to stay afloat as he plays along
Aeris is hanging from the bunk above Evan, staring at him. "Oh, look. A ghost.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Clover is following him, trailing behind like a (murderous) lost duckling.
*yay, somebody to roleplay with on this thread that is not bananer, and it's the murder death, not sure which is better*
Fael notices them, using the reflection of their glasses to find them
Clover walks behind him, grinning madly, flipping a knife in one hand, catching it by the blade, yet somehow getting lucky enough to do it safely.
*Now you're doing that to make fun of me, aren't you? *
Fael darts around and grabs the knife out of the air
Athletics 25
*changed because it's the wrong mod, oops*
Clover frowns at Fael, who is now in front of her, easily within stabbing distance, and pulls out another knife, and begins to flip it as well.
"... That was stupid."
A strange influence covers the area, emitted from Clover.
8
*Be careful with your rolls, Gato.*
Fael meets their eyes, brings out their homemade bronze daggers, and begins to flip them both, without looking
"You shouldn't flip knifes behind people"
"Why not?"
"Because what just happened is going to happen again"
"Oh no. So scary."
Clover grins, gripping her dagger firmly, and something shifts in the air, seemingly emanating from Clover, causing Fael's ears to pop.
7
"Are we going to fight, because if we do, I must do something first?"
"Oh, I don't know. Are we going to fight? I'm not being aggressive. All I'm doing is standing behind you, flipping my knife."
The air changes ONCE MORE, the air growing thicker. 6
*Dude, just give up on the dice!*
"I dont want to fight, but right now, i feel like you want to murder me. So yeah, we're going to fight."
And as they talk, something appears behind fael, wait no, on fael, and as they get bigger, you realize that they are wings, right now the wings seem to be an eye, scorcing pink/purple color
*Yeah, I think I will lol*
"Oh. So we're fighting now. Great."
Initiative: 14
*You rolled a 3,2,1, ow*
"Yeah, you're that creepy"
Initiative 21
*YEah for the daughter of Tyche, she isn't doing so well*
Two attacks, they seem to be holding back
Attack: 13 Damage: 8
Attack: 30 Damage: 8
And they fly thirty feet in the air and cast hunters mark
*Oh God clover is way out of her league*
*Is what I'd be saying if that one little thing I added to her Statblock didn't exist lol ALSO TWO NAT ONES ON DAMAGE HAH*
The first attack misses, and a dust particle gets into his eye, throwing his aim off, causing his second strike to miss.
"Oh... that's disappointing. Usually, this is much more exciting."
Clover pulls another dagger out of her bag, sighing.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Duan is sitting in the amphitheater, singing a mournful tune.
Evan is inside the Zeus cabin, doing a puzzle.
Guitar accompienent music starts to join in with Duan, coming from the speakers on stage. Atticus is in the center of the amphitheater, flapping his wings to stay afloat as he plays along
Aeris is hanging from the bunk above Evan, staring at him. "Oh, look. A ghost.
Duan pauses and grins. “Wings! Cool!” He’s a young boy, about ten, with hair tied into a braid. Right now he’s wearing a green hoodie with a shamrock on it, a pair of faded jeans, and he has green eyes.
A 14-15 year old with green eyes and with blonde hair with a streak of blue, enters camp wearing black baggy sweatpants, black shoes, and a vintage My Chemical Romance T-shirt. It seems very clear, he's emo
The boy sees a ten year old boy sitting in the Amphitheater, singing a song.
He walks over
“I thought I’d live to my oldest days
At least that’s what everybody says-
Oh! Hi!” He grins, running a hand through his black hair.
"Ello."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
Duan is sitting in the amphitheater, singing a mournful tune.
Evan is inside the Zeus cabin, doing a puzzle.
Guitar accompienent music starts to join in with Duan, coming from the speakers on stage. Atticus is in the center of the amphitheater, flapping his wings to stay afloat as he plays along
Aeris is hanging from the bunk above Evan, staring at him. "Oh, look. A ghost.
*ATTICUS WHOO HOOO!!*
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
"No... It's fine... Sometimes I feel like I just need to burst something out as well... but sometimes I just..."
She trails off, looking out at the horizon.
"Don't know how people will react.. Right?"
They sigh, laying down in the leaf covered grass
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
A 14-15 year old with green eyes and with blonde hair with a streak of blue, enters camp wearing black baggy sweatpants, black shoes, and a vintage My Chemical Romance T-shirt. It seems very clear, he's emo
The boy sees a ten year old boy sitting in the Amphitheater, singing a song.
He walks over
“I thought I’d live to my oldest days
At least that’s what everybody says-
Oh! Hi!” He grins, running a hand through his black hair.
"Ello."
“Did ya know my mom is a goddess? Pretty cool, right?”
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
A 14-15 year old with green eyes and with blonde hair with a streak of blue, enters camp wearing black baggy sweatpants, black shoes, and a vintage My Chemical Romance T-shirt. It seems very clear, he's emo
The boy sees a ten year old boy sitting in the Amphitheater, singing a song.
He walks over
“I thought I’d live to my oldest days
At least that’s what everybody says-
Oh! Hi!” He grins, running a hand through his black hair.
"Ello."
“Did ya know my mom is a goddess? Pretty cool, right?”
"Goddess, eh?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
"No... It's fine... Sometimes I feel like I just need to burst something out as well... but sometimes I just..."
She trails off, looking out at the horizon.
"Don't know how people will react.. Right?"
They sigh, laying down in the leaf covered grass
"Yeah... and some secrets are too dangerous to tell..."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Clover is following him, trailing behind like a (murderous) lost duckling.
*yay, somebody to roleplay with on this thread that is not bananer, and it's the murder death, not sure which is better*
Fael notices them, using the reflection of their glasses to find them
Clover walks behind him, grinning madly, flipping a knife in one hand, catching it by the blade, yet somehow getting lucky enough to do it safely.
*Now you're doing that to make fun of me, aren't you? *
Fael darts around and grabs the knife out of the air
Athletics 25
*changed because it's the wrong mod, oops*
Clover frowns at Fael, who is now in front of her, easily within stabbing distance, and pulls out another knife, and begins to flip it as well.
"... That was stupid."
A strange influence covers the area, emitted from Clover.
8
*Be careful with your rolls, Gato.*
Fael meets their eyes, brings out their homemade bronze daggers, and begins to flip them both, without looking
"You shouldn't flip knifes behind people"
"Why not?"
"Because what just happened is going to happen again"
"Oh no. So scary."
Clover grins, gripping her dagger firmly, and something shifts in the air, seemingly emanating from Clover, causing Fael's ears to pop.
7
"Are we going to fight, because if we do, I must do something first?"
"Oh, I don't know. Are we going to fight? I'm not being aggressive. All I'm doing is standing behind you, flipping my knife."
The air changes ONCE MORE, the air growing thicker. 6
*Dude, just give up on the dice!*
"I dont want to fight, but right now, i feel like you want to murder me. So yeah, we're going to fight."
And as they talk, something appears behind fael, wait no, on fael, and as they get bigger, you realize that they are wings, right now the wings seem to be an eye, scorcing pink/purple color
*Yeah, I think I will lol*
"Oh. So we're fighting now. Great."
Initiative: 14
*You rolled a 3,2,1, ow*
"Yeah, you're that creepy"
Initiative 21
*YEah for the daughter of Tyche, she isn't doing so well*
Two attacks, they seem to be holding back
Attack: 13 Damage: 8
Attack: 30 Damage: 8
And they fly thirty feet in the air and cast hunters mark
*Oh God clover is way out of her league*
*Is what I'd be saying if that one little thing I added to her Statblock didn't exist lol ALSO TWO NAT ONES ON DAMAGE HAH*
The first attack misses, and a dust particle gets into his eye, throwing his aim off, causing his second strike to miss.
"Oh... that's disappointing. Usually, this is much more exciting."
Clover pulls another dagger out of her bag, sighing.
*Yeah, sorry, level 12*
Two more attacks, both this time from the hand crossbow
Attack: 20 Damage: 8 + 3 force damage
Attack: 29 Damage: 11 + 3 force damage
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her/They. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Genderfae/Demigirl, Pansexual pancake, and Ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
To post a comment, please login or register a new account.
*You rolled a 3,2,1, ow*
"Yeah, you're that creepy"
Initiative 18
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her/They.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Genderfae/Demigirl, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
A new camper hesitantly walks into the cabin.
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
*YEah for the daughter of Tyche, she isn't doing so well*
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
"Don't worry about talking about it... sometimes it's just nice to get my thoughts out into the air. Sorry, again."
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
He walks over
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
Two attacks, they seem to be holding back
Attack: 13 Damage: 8
Attack: 30 Damage: 8
And they fly thirty feet in the air and cast hunters mark
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her/They.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Genderfae/Demigirl, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
"No... It's fine... Sometimes I feel like I just need to burst something out as well... but sometimes I just..."
She trails off, looking out at the horizon.
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
“I thought I’d live to my oldest days
At least that’s what everybody says-
Oh! Hi!” He grins, running a hand through his black hair.
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
Guitar accompienent music starts to join in with Duan, coming from the speakers on stage. Atticus is in the center of the amphitheater, flapping his wings to stay afloat as he plays along
Aeris is hanging from the bunk above Evan, staring at him. "Oh, look. A ghost.
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Evan looks up from his puzzle. “Uh… you okay?”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
*Oh God clover is way out of her league*
*Is what I'd be saying if that one little thing I added to her Statblock didn't exist lol ALSO TWO NAT ONES ON DAMAGE HAH*
The first attack misses, and a dust particle gets into his eye, throwing his aim off, causing his second strike to miss.
"Oh... that's disappointing. Usually, this is much more exciting."
Clover pulls another dagger out of her bag, sighing.
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
Duan pauses and grins. “Wings! Cool!” He’s a young boy, about ten, with hair tied into a braid. Right now he’s wearing a green hoodie with a shamrock on it, a pair of faded jeans, and he has green eyes.
“H-huh?” Evan asks, looking around. “Oh hey Aeris.”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
"Ello."
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
*ATTICUS WHOO HOOO!!*
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
"... Is this the Zeus cabin...?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
"Don't know how people will react.. Right?"
They sigh, laying down in the leaf covered grass
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
“Did ya know my mom is a goddess? Pretty cool, right?”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
"Goddess, eh?"
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
"Yeah... and some secrets are too dangerous to tell..."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
*Yeah, sorry, level 12*
Two more attacks, both this time from the hand crossbow
Attack: 20 Damage: 8 + 3 force damage
Attack: 29 Damage: 11 + 3 force damage
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her/They.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Genderfae/Demigirl, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.