Regina is looking for Leslie, spinning a knife lazily
Leslie is, as usual, sitting on the peak of Half-Blood Hill.
She walks over avoiding contact "Hey, Leslie... I am.. So, so sorry.. I didnt realize you hadnt.."
"... Thanks. Now he probably hates me."
"... He thinks it was a joke. At least thats what he said he thinks. I went with that story... Why would he hate you off of that?"
"... I just..." Leslie puts her head into her hands.
"... Did you ever actually uh... Plan on telling him?" She sits next to her, seemingly trying to tread lightly with her words
"... Well, I was sort of hoping for him to say something first, I don't know!"
"You really cant expect that of most guys.. Or girls either for that matter. Most people youre interested are going to be the most oblivious creatures youve ever seen. Though... In this case, Im surprised he didnt notice. I didnt think your hints were that subtle, even for him.."
"... Well, what am I supposed to do then?!"
*Is she currently wearing the friendship bracelet?*
*yes*
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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.
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 Characters (Outdated)
Elijah is leaned against a tree right outside the woods. His eyes are closed, and he’s fidgeting with his crucifix. He’s… not doing well, it seems.
Clover is waking through the woods, and notices the traumatized new kid.
"Uh... Hey? You look like you need some therapy."
Elijah looks up, opening his eyes. He was muttering something under his breath before, but he’s stopped now.
”w-who… are you?”
"I'm Clover. A part of the Camp Half-Blood Psychology Aid. I'm here to help others with their trauma. So, what seems to be on your mind?"
“Uhm…-“ he thinks for a long time, not looking up.
”a crush… it’s not t-that big of a deal-…”
"Mmm." Clover rights down something on a notepad. "Anything you'd like to talk about...?"
“…er…it’s just-… I said it wasn’t that big of a deal- I mean… its kinda silly-…” he nervously chuckles.
"Don't worry. I'm not allowed to disclose any of this information to anyone other than Chiron. Your secret will be safe."
“Uhm… alright-… so, I, uh…almost thought I might have had a crush- on someone-… just for a little bit… I don’t really-… never did-… but I feel like if… someone finds out, they’d… um… be upset.”
Clover mutters under her breath, "Ah [GP]. Relationship angst. Whoo hoo." Before looking all cheery and saying, "Oh? Well, could you maybe tell me waht's going on?"
“No- details are private-… not happening…”
"Well, could you at lest tell me where all the tension is coming from so I can give you some advice...?"
He sighs. “I didn’t ask for your help… I don’t wanna talk about it right now.”
"Just because you don't ask for hel doesn't mean you don't need it."
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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.
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!!!!!!
Andrew is walking out of the Hermes camp, sporting a camp jacket he somehow acquired. He notices Omar. "Running laps in the arena nor scenic enough buddy?" he replies in an amused and lazy tone.
"this has softer ground, wich allows me to do... THIS!" Omar preforms sevral consecutive somersaults, still staying in line "how are you?"
"Impressive. I'm doing alright. Figured I'd get some light training in before breakfast."
"what kind of training?"
"Eh, mainly beating the [gp] out of a training dummy for like....30 minutes or so, nothing special."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Elijah is leaned against a tree right outside the woods. His eyes are closed, and he’s fidgeting with his crucifix. He’s… not doing well, it seems.
Clover is waking through the woods, and notices the traumatized new kid.
"Uh... Hey? You look like you need some therapy."
Elijah looks up, opening his eyes. He was muttering something under his breath before, but he’s stopped now.
”w-who… are you?”
"I'm Clover. A part of the Camp Half-Blood Psychology Aid. I'm here to help others with their trauma. So, what seems to be on your mind?"
“Uhm…-“ he thinks for a long time, not looking up.
”a crush… it’s not t-that big of a deal-…”
"Mmm." Clover rights down something on a notepad. "Anything you'd like to talk about...?"
“…er…it’s just-… I said it wasn’t that big of a deal- I mean… its kinda silly-…” he nervously chuckles.
"Don't worry. I'm not allowed to disclose any of this information to anyone other than Chiron. Your secret will be safe."
“Uhm… alright-… so, I, uh…almost thought I might have had a crush- on someone-… just for a little bit… I don’t really-… never did-… but I feel like if… someone finds out, they’d… um… be upset.”
Clover mutters under her breath, "Ah [GP]. Relationship angst. Whoo hoo." Before looking all cheery and saying, "Oh? Well, could you maybe tell me waht's going on?"
“No- details are private-… not happening…”
"Well, could you at lest tell me where all the tension is coming from so I can give you some advice...?"
He sighs. “I didn’t ask for your help… I don’t wanna talk about it right now.”
"Just because you don't ask for hel doesn't mean you don't need it."
He takes a few deep breaths, fidgeting a bit more with the crucifix.
”I’m not talking about it w-with you. P-please leave.”
*You are both very evil, anyway, good morning. Characters!*
Cody is sitting in front of the Apollo cabin, doing his hair, which turns out to be incredibly long when it isn’t in a man bun.
Cody can hear the faint sound of screaming above him.
He puts his hair brush in his pocket and looks above him, trying to see what could be screamingZ
He spots Maho a hundred or so feet up descending slower than he should, going in circles. One of his shows are missing while the other has a pair of ethereal wings trying to keep him up. He doesn’t seem to be in control.
His eyes widen before he shakes his head, beginning to track and keep up with their descent, watching as they fall from the sky “Hey! Are you okay?!” He shouts up at them.
“DOES IT LOOK LIKE IT? A BIRD STOLE MY SHOE!” 80 feet now. “GET A TRAMPOLINE OR SOMETHING!”
He looks around “WHERE THE HECK WOULD I FIND A TRAMPOLINE?! I’LL CATCH YOU, JUST FALL INTO MY ARMS!” He says, walking out and holding out his arms.
“I’LL TRY! DON’T PANIC DROP ME!” 60 feet. They try to lean in a way where they will land in Cody’s arms.
Cody does the best he can to try and catch them, despite being a relatively scrawny kid, “I’LL TRY NOT TO!”
Elijah is leaned against a tree right outside the woods. His eyes are closed, and he’s fidgeting with his crucifix. He’s… not doing well, it seems.
Clover is waking through the woods, and notices the traumatized new kid.
"Uh... Hey? You look like you need some therapy."
Elijah looks up, opening his eyes. He was muttering something under his breath before, but he’s stopped now.
”w-who… are you?”
"I'm Clover. A part of the Camp Half-Blood Psychology Aid. I'm here to help others with their trauma. So, what seems to be on your mind?"
“Uhm…-“ he thinks for a long time, not looking up.
”a crush… it’s not t-that big of a deal-…”
"Mmm." Clover rights down something on a notepad. "Anything you'd like to talk about...?"
“…er…it’s just-… I said it wasn’t that big of a deal- I mean… its kinda silly-…” he nervously chuckles.
"Don't worry. I'm not allowed to disclose any of this information to anyone other than Chiron. Your secret will be safe."
“Uhm… alright-… so, I, uh…almost thought I might have had a crush- on someone-… just for a little bit… I don’t really-… never did-… but I feel like if… someone finds out, they’d… um… be upset.”
Clover mutters under her breath, "Ah [GP]. Relationship angst. Whoo hoo." Before looking all cheery and saying, "Oh? Well, could you maybe tell me waht's going on?"
“No- details are private-… not happening…”
"Well, could you at lest tell me where all the tension is coming from so I can give you some advice...?"
He sighs. “I didn’t ask for your help… I don’t wanna talk about it right now.”
"Just because you don't ask for hel doesn't mean you don't need it."
He takes a few deep breaths, fidgeting a bit more with the crucifix.
”I’m not talking about it w-with you. P-please leave.”
"Alright. Sure." Clover stands up and continues on her walk through the forest.
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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.
Regina is looking for Leslie, spinning a knife lazily
Leslie is, as usual, sitting on the peak of Half-Blood Hill.
She walks over avoiding contact "Hey, Leslie... I am.. So, so sorry.. I didnt realize you hadnt.."
"... Thanks. Now he probably hates me."
"... He thinks it was a joke. At least thats what he said he thinks. I went with that story... Why would he hate you off of that?"
"... I just..." Leslie puts her head into her hands.
"... Did you ever actually uh... Plan on telling him?" She sits next to her, seemingly trying to tread lightly with her words
"... Well, I was sort of hoping for him to say something first, I don't know!"
"You really cant expect that of most guys.. Or girls either for that matter. Most people youre interested are going to be the most oblivious creatures youve ever seen. Though... In this case, Im surprised he didnt notice. I didnt think your hints were that subtle, even for him.."
"... Well, what am I supposed to do then?!"
*Is she currently wearing the friendship bracelet?*
*yes*
She reaches for Leslies arm, gently moving her wrist to her eye level "Well first off... You can realize nothing major changes immediately. He still cares about you as a close friend. But after that... You should talk to him, when youre ready. May be a few days.. But silence will only make things more awkward."
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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)
Andrew is walking out of the Hermes camp, sporting a camp jacket he somehow acquired. He notices Omar. "Running laps in the arena nor scenic enough buddy?" he replies in an amused and lazy tone.
"this has softer ground, wich allows me to do... THIS!" Omar preforms sevral consecutive somersaults, still staying in line "how are you?"
"Impressive. I'm doing alright. Figured I'd get some light training in before breakfast."
"what kind of training?"
"Eh, mainly beating the [gp] out of a training dummy for like....30 minutes or so, nothing special."
"cool. does that big stick of your's have celestial bronze, or do you have something else?"
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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!!!!!!
*You are both very evil, anyway, good morning. Characters!*
Cody is sitting in front of the Apollo cabin, doing his hair, which turns out to be incredibly long when it isn’t in a man bun.
Cody can hear the faint sound of screaming above him.
He puts his hair brush in his pocket and looks above him, trying to see what could be screamingZ
He spots Maho a hundred or so feet up descending slower than he should, going in circles. One of his shows are missing while the other has a pair of ethereal wings trying to keep him up. He doesn’t seem to be in control.
His eyes widen before he shakes his head, beginning to track and keep up with their descent, watching as they fall from the sky “Hey! Are you okay?!” He shouts up at them.
“DOES IT LOOK LIKE IT? A BIRD STOLE MY SHOE!” 80 feet now. “GET A TRAMPOLINE OR SOMETHING!”
He looks around “WHERE THE HECK WOULD I FIND A TRAMPOLINE?! I’LL CATCH YOU, JUST FALL INTO MY ARMS!” He says, walking out and holding out his arms.
“I’LL TRY! DON’T PANIC DROP ME!” 60 feet. They try to lean in a way where they will land in Cody’s arms.
Cody does the best he can to try and catch them, despite being a relatively scrawny kid, “I’LL TRY NOT TO!”
Maho straightens up feet down to try to further slow his descent, but that makes it quicker. 30 feet.
Elijah is leaned against a tree right outside the woods. His eyes are closed, and he’s fidgeting with his crucifix. He’s… not doing well, it seems.
Clover is waking through the woods, and notices the traumatized new kid.
"Uh... Hey? You look like you need some therapy."
Elijah looks up, opening his eyes. He was muttering something under his breath before, but he’s stopped now.
”w-who… are you?”
"I'm Clover. A part of the Camp Half-Blood Psychology Aid. I'm here to help others with their trauma. So, what seems to be on your mind?"
“Uhm…-“ he thinks for a long time, not looking up.
”a crush… it’s not t-that big of a deal-…”
"Mmm." Clover rights down something on a notepad. "Anything you'd like to talk about...?"
“…er…it’s just-… I said it wasn’t that big of a deal- I mean… its kinda silly-…” he nervously chuckles.
"Don't worry. I'm not allowed to disclose any of this information to anyone other than Chiron. Your secret will be safe."
“Uhm… alright-… so, I, uh…almost thought I might have had a crush- on someone-… just for a little bit… I don’t really-… never did-… but I feel like if… someone finds out, they’d… um… be upset.”
Clover mutters under her breath, "Ah [GP]. Relationship angst. Whoo hoo." Before looking all cheery and saying, "Oh? Well, could you maybe tell me waht's going on?"
“No- details are private-… not happening…”
"Well, could you at lest tell me where all the tension is coming from so I can give you some advice...?"
He sighs. “I didn’t ask for your help… I don’t wanna talk about it right now.”
"Just because you don't ask for hel doesn't mean you don't need it."
He takes a few deep breaths, fidgeting a bit more with the crucifix.
”I’m not talking about it w-with you. P-please leave.”
"Alright. Sure." Clover stands up and continues on her walk through the forest.
*good end! I have to go in like, 15 minutes anyways.*
Regina is looking for Leslie, spinning a knife lazily
Leslie is, as usual, sitting on the peak of Half-Blood Hill.
She walks over avoiding contact "Hey, Leslie... I am.. So, so sorry.. I didnt realize you hadnt.."
"... Thanks. Now he probably hates me."
"... He thinks it was a joke. At least thats what he said he thinks. I went with that story... Why would he hate you off of that?"
"... I just..." Leslie puts her head into her hands.
"... Did you ever actually uh... Plan on telling him?" She sits next to her, seemingly trying to tread lightly with her words
"... Well, I was sort of hoping for him to say something first, I don't know!"
"You really cant expect that of most guys.. Or girls either for that matter. Most people youre interested are going to be the most oblivious creatures youve ever seen. Though... In this case, Im surprised he didnt notice. I didnt think your hints were that subtle, even for him.."
"... Well, what am I supposed to do then?!"
*Is she currently wearing the friendship bracelet?*
*yes*
She reaches for Leslies arm, gently moving her wrist to her eye level "Well first off... You can realize nothing major changes immediately. He still cares about you as a close friend. But after that... You should talk to him, when youre ready. May be a few days.. But silence will only make things more awkward."
Leslie moves her arm back. "Don't touch me, but... thanks for the advice..."
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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.
Elijah is leaned against a tree right outside the woods. His eyes are closed, and he’s fidgeting with his crucifix. He’s… not doing well, it seems.
Clover is waking through the woods, and notices the traumatized new kid.
"Uh... Hey? You look like you need some therapy."
Elijah looks up, opening his eyes. He was muttering something under his breath before, but he’s stopped now.
”w-who… are you?”
"I'm Clover. A part of the Camp Half-Blood Psychology Aid. I'm here to help others with their trauma. So, what seems to be on your mind?"
“Uhm…-“ he thinks for a long time, not looking up.
”a crush… it’s not t-that big of a deal-…”
"Mmm." Clover rights down something on a notepad. "Anything you'd like to talk about...?"
“…er…it’s just-… I said it wasn’t that big of a deal- I mean… its kinda silly-…” he nervously chuckles.
"Don't worry. I'm not allowed to disclose any of this information to anyone other than Chiron. Your secret will be safe."
“Uhm… alright-… so, I, uh…almost thought I might have had a crush- on someone-… just for a little bit… I don’t really-… never did-… but I feel like if… someone finds out, they’d… um… be upset.”
Clover mutters under her breath, "Ah [GP]. Relationship angst. Whoo hoo." Before looking all cheery and saying, "Oh? Well, could you maybe tell me waht's going on?"
“No- details are private-… not happening…”
"Well, could you at lest tell me where all the tension is coming from so I can give you some advice...?"
He sighs. “I didn’t ask for your help… I don’t wanna talk about it right now.”
"Just because you don't ask for hel doesn't mean you don't need it."
He takes a few deep breaths, fidgeting a bit more with the crucifix.
”I’m not talking about it w-with you. P-please leave.”
"Alright. Sure." Clover stands up and continues on her walk through the forest.
*good end! I have to go in like, 15 minutes anyways.*
*Okie, bye!*
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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.
Andrew is walking out of the Hermes camp, sporting a camp jacket he somehow acquired. He notices Omar. "Running laps in the arena nor scenic enough buddy?" he replies in an amused and lazy tone.
"this has softer ground, wich allows me to do... THIS!" Omar preforms sevral consecutive somersaults, still staying in line "how are you?"
"Impressive. I'm doing alright. Figured I'd get some light training in before breakfast."
"what kind of training?"
"Eh, mainly beating the [gp] out of a training dummy for like....30 minutes or so, nothing special."
"cool. does that big stick of your's have celestial bronze, or do you have something else?"
"Not yet, but I have a power that can make it stronger. Though I typically just practice with it like it is."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*You are both very evil, anyway, good morning. Characters!*
Cody is sitting in front of the Apollo cabin, doing his hair, which turns out to be incredibly long when it isn’t in a man bun.
Cody can hear the faint sound of screaming above him.
He puts his hair brush in his pocket and looks above him, trying to see what could be screamingZ
He spots Maho a hundred or so feet up descending slower than he should, going in circles. One of his shows are missing while the other has a pair of ethereal wings trying to keep him up. He doesn’t seem to be in control.
His eyes widen before he shakes his head, beginning to track and keep up with their descent, watching as they fall from the sky “Hey! Are you okay?!” He shouts up at them.
“DOES IT LOOK LIKE IT? A BIRD STOLE MY SHOE!” 80 feet now. “GET A TRAMPOLINE OR SOMETHING!”
He looks around “WHERE THE HECK WOULD I FIND A TRAMPOLINE?! I’LL CATCH YOU, JUST FALL INTO MY ARMS!” He says, walking out and holding out his arms.
“I’LL TRY! DON’T PANIC DROP ME!” 60 feet. They try to lean in a way where they will land in Cody’s arms.
Cody does the best he can to try and catch them, despite being a relatively scrawny kid, “I’LL TRY NOT TO!”
Maho straightens up feet down to try to further slow his descent, but that makes it quicker. 30 feet.
His eyes begin to glow as he puts down all of his stuff, holding out his arms to catch them in a princess carry.
*yes*
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
*Regina has a +2*
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 because you don't ask for hel doesn't mean you don't need it."
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
*shoot, somehow quoted the wrong post, sorry.*
"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
He frowns, “I didn’t ask you if you were, you’re denying an accusation I never made.”
*omar's rockin' the +0*
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!!!!!!
"Eh, mainly beating the [gp] out of a training dummy for like....30 minutes or so, nothing special."
"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
He takes a few deep breaths, fidgeting a bit more with the crucifix.
”I’m not talking about it w-with you. P-please leave.”
Cody does the best he can to try and catch them, despite being a relatively scrawny kid, “I’LL TRY NOT TO!”
"Alright. Sure." Clover stands up and continues on her walk through the forest.
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
She reaches for Leslies arm, gently moving her wrist to her eye level "Well first off... You can realize nothing major changes immediately. He still cares about you as a close friend. But after that... You should talk to him, when youre ready. May be a few days.. But silence will only make things more awkward."
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)
"cool. does that big stick of your's have celestial bronze, or do you have something else?"
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!!!!!!
Maho straightens up feet down to try to further slow his descent, but that makes it quicker. 30 feet.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*good end! I have to go in like, 15 minutes anyways.*
Leslie moves her arm back. "Don't touch me, but... thanks for the advice..."
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
*Okie, bye!*
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
"Not yet, but I have a power that can make it stronger. Though I typically just practice with it like it is."
"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
His eyes begin to glow as he puts down all of his stuff, holding out his arms to catch them in a princess carry.
*PLEASE CUT YOUR CHAINS PEOPLE! Please.*
“Why are you disappointed then? Is it because they’re ’bad for you’?” She makes air quotes around the last part.
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor