"... Then good luck with that! Have fun!" She smiles, impossible to tell if its a mask, or true
"I... I suppose I can try if you would like me to.."
*Ah, what an interesting end.*
"Wrong answer, try again." He says, putting his hands on his knees and leaning forward to look down at her.
"... I.. I would like to. If you believe it may help me, I trust you"
He smiles and nods, "Sit down wherever you would like, and we can begin whenever you want."
She nods, standing fully, and walking around a little, before settling on a patch of grass she likes "Here, I think!"
"A good place, cross your legs like I've crossed mine, and look out to the lake if you would." He faces the lake, letting his arms rest.
She carefully copies how he's sitting, before looking out as well
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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 Characters (Outdated)
The shadow of someone can be seen on top of Athena cabin, lying down and looking up to the sky, occasionally some kind of knife comb can be seen flying up before whoever's on top of the cabin catches it. The sound of the song, 'Punk Tactics' can be faintly heard being sung by whoever's up there, their voice like that of a Jet from Westside Story or something similar.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Marcus is sitting in the forges, extremely confused.
Evan is doing a sudoku in the mess hall.
*hi howdy 'nanner!*
*ydwoh ih, Capatin! Wanna rp?*
Elliot walks up. "a little confused, are we?"
*to awnser your question of elliot's villainy, I haven't decided yet.*
“I’m trying to forge something to contain a soul, but I can’t quite figure out the forging part of it.”
"okay. I might be able to get you some fire, if you want. wait, why do you need to house a soul?"
“Matthew wants to enter a body. And he didn’t want to be a creepy skeleton. In his words, not mine.”
"Mr. bones? makes sense. as mutch as anything here makes sense I guess. you need a fire?"
“That would be nice. And I need a lot of celestial bronze, which’ll be hard to find. And a Hephaestus kid to help me out with some of the complex inside machinery. But for now, I’ll work on the outside.”
"okay, okay. lemme see if I can do it again" he concentrates, a look of serene clam coming over his face, and a small fire starts in his hand "ah! you got somewhere I can put this?"
“I need to heat the metal so it’s easy to change into the shape I need it to be.” He grabs a hunk of Celestial Bronze and a hammer.
he concentrates, almost meditating, and the fire grows. he places his hand under the bronze, starting to heat it
Marcus puts on a pair of gloves and starts hammering nervously like he’s seen others do before. The metal slowly starts to flatten out.
"see? you got it"
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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!!!!!!
She carefully copies how he's sitting, before looking out as well
"Think of something calming as you close your eyes, listen to the slightly shifting waters of the lake, and let yourself be drifted away in your own mind." He guides her, his words soft and encouraging.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The shadow of someone can be seen on top of Athena cabin, lying down and looking up to the sky, occasionally some kind of knife comb can be seen flying up before whoever's on top of the cabin catches it. The sound of the song, 'Punk Tactics' can be faintly heard being sung by whoever's up there, their voice like that of a Jet from Westside Story or something similar.
Kian watches them, an odd look on their face.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
Marcus is sitting in the forges, extremely confused.
Evan is doing a sudoku in the mess hall.
*hi howdy 'nanner!*
*ydwoh ih, Capatin! Wanna rp?*
Elliot walks up. "a little confused, are we?"
*to awnser your question of elliot's villainy, I haven't decided yet.*
“I’m trying to forge something to contain a soul, but I can’t quite figure out the forging part of it.”
"okay. I might be able to get you some fire, if you want. wait, why do you need to house a soul?"
“Matthew wants to enter a body. And he didn’t want to be a creepy skeleton. In his words, not mine.”
"Mr. bones? makes sense. as mutch as anything here makes sense I guess. you need a fire?"
“That would be nice. And I need a lot of celestial bronze, which’ll be hard to find. And a Hephaestus kid to help me out with some of the complex inside machinery. But for now, I’ll work on the outside.”
"okay, okay. lemme see if I can do it again" he concentrates, a look of serene clam coming over his face, and a small fire starts in his hand "ah! you got somewhere I can put this?"
“I need to heat the metal so it’s easy to change into the shape I need it to be.” He grabs a hunk of Celestial Bronze and a hammer.
he concentrates, almost meditating, and the fire grows. he places his hand under the bronze, starting to heat it
Marcus puts on a pair of gloves and starts hammering nervously like he’s seen others do before. The metal slowly starts to flatten out.
"see? you got it"
He now has a hunk of flat metal. “I have no idea what to do next, though…”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
She carefully copies how he's sitting, before looking out as well
"Think of something calming as you close your eyes, listen to the slightly shifting waters of the lake, and let yourself be drifted away in your own mind." He guides her, his words soft and encouraging.
She seems to think a moment, before closing her eyes, the waters slowly beginning to shift in response, calmly beginning to ripple from the center
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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)
Marcus is sitting in the forges, extremely confused.
Evan is doing a sudoku in the mess hall.
*hi howdy 'nanner!*
*ydwoh ih, Capatin! Wanna rp?*
Elliot walks up. "a little confused, are we?"
*to awnser your question of elliot's villainy, I haven't decided yet.*
“I’m trying to forge something to contain a soul, but I can’t quite figure out the forging part of it.”
"okay. I might be able to get you some fire, if you want. wait, why do you need to house a soul?"
“Matthew wants to enter a body. And he didn’t want to be a creepy skeleton. In his words, not mine.”
"Mr. bones? makes sense. as mutch as anything here makes sense I guess. you need a fire?"
“That would be nice. And I need a lot of celestial bronze, which’ll be hard to find. And a Hephaestus kid to help me out with some of the complex inside machinery. But for now, I’ll work on the outside.”
"okay, okay. lemme see if I can do it again" he concentrates, a look of serene clam coming over his face, and a small fire starts in his hand "ah! you got somewhere I can put this?"
“I need to heat the metal so it’s easy to change into the shape I need it to be.” He grabs a hunk of Celestial Bronze and a hammer.
he concentrates, almost meditating, and the fire grows. he places his hand under the bronze, starting to heat it
Marcus puts on a pair of gloves and starts hammering nervously like he’s seen others do before. The metal slowly starts to flatten out.
"see? you got it"
He now has a hunk of flat metal. “I have no idea what to do next, though…”
the fire dulls "well, I think...... wouldn't you shape it next?"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
The shadow of someone can be seen on top of Athena cabin, lying down and looking up to the sky, occasionally some kind of knife comb can be seen flying up before whoever's on top of the cabin catches it. The sound of the song, 'Punk Tactics' can be faintly heard being sung by whoever's up there, their voice like that of a Jet from Westside Story or something similar.
Kian watches them, an odd look on their face.
Sitting up there, sits a teenager, tossing a knife inbetween his hands and occasionally into the air. He's got jet black hair with a single streak of platinum locks, slicked back and glistening with care. He's wearing something a Greaser would wear, leather jacket, long black jeans, he's got a small amount of facial hair, mostly clean shaven. He doesn't seem to notice them.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Marcus is sitting in the forges, extremely confused.
Evan is doing a sudoku in the mess hall.
*hi howdy 'nanner!*
*ydwoh ih, Capatin! Wanna rp?*
Elliot walks up. "a little confused, are we?"
*to awnser your question of elliot's villainy, I haven't decided yet.*
“I’m trying to forge something to contain a soul, but I can’t quite figure out the forging part of it.”
"okay. I might be able to get you some fire, if you want. wait, why do you need to house a soul?"
“Matthew wants to enter a body. And he didn’t want to be a creepy skeleton. In his words, not mine.”
"Mr. bones? makes sense. as mutch as anything here makes sense I guess. you need a fire?"
“That would be nice. And I need a lot of celestial bronze, which’ll be hard to find. And a Hephaestus kid to help me out with some of the complex inside machinery. But for now, I’ll work on the outside.”
"okay, okay. lemme see if I can do it again" he concentrates, a look of serene clam coming over his face, and a small fire starts in his hand "ah! you got somewhere I can put this?"
“I need to heat the metal so it’s easy to change into the shape I need it to be.” He grabs a hunk of Celestial Bronze and a hammer.
he concentrates, almost meditating, and the fire grows. he places his hand under the bronze, starting to heat it
Marcus puts on a pair of gloves and starts hammering nervously like he’s seen others do before. The metal slowly starts to flatten out.
"see? you got it"
He now has a hunk of flat metal. “I have no idea what to do next, though…”
the fire dulls "well, I think...... wouldn't you shape it next?"
“I guess…” He goes back to hammering, slowly shaping it into the form of a leg. “Can you pass me more bronze? I don’t think I have enough.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
She carefully copies how he's sitting, before looking out as well
"Think of something calming as you close your eyes, listen to the slightly shifting waters of the lake, and let yourself be drifted away in your own mind." He guides her, his words soft and encouraging.
She seems to think a moment, before closing her eyes, the waters slowly beginning to shift in response, calmly beginning to ripple from the center
He closes his own eyes and listens to the ripples, "Don't focus on my voice, focus on your own thoughts, until you can't understand what I'm saying anymore."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The shadow of someone can be seen on top of Athena cabin, lying down and looking up to the sky, occasionally some kind of knife comb can be seen flying up before whoever's on top of the cabin catches it. The sound of the song, 'Punk Tactics' can be faintly heard being sung by whoever's up there, their voice like that of a Jet from Westside Story or something similar.
Kian watches them, an odd look on their face.
Sitting up there, sits a teenager, tossing a knife inbetween his hands and occasionally into the air. He's got jet black hair with a single streak of platinum locks, slicked back and glistening with care. He's wearing something a Greaser would wear, leather jacket, long black jeans, he's got a small amount of facial hair, mostly clean shaven. He doesn't seem to notice them.
“I don’t think you’re allowed to be up there!” Kian calls.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
Marcus is sitting in the forges, extremely confused.
Evan is doing a sudoku in the mess hall.
*hi howdy 'nanner!*
*ydwoh ih, Capatin! Wanna rp?*
Elliot walks up. "a little confused, are we?"
*to awnser your question of elliot's villainy, I haven't decided yet.*
“I’m trying to forge something to contain a soul, but I can’t quite figure out the forging part of it.”
"okay. I might be able to get you some fire, if you want. wait, why do you need to house a soul?"
“Matthew wants to enter a body. And he didn’t want to be a creepy skeleton. In his words, not mine.”
"Mr. bones? makes sense. as mutch as anything here makes sense I guess. you need a fire?"
“That would be nice. And I need a lot of celestial bronze, which’ll be hard to find. And a Hephaestus kid to help me out with some of the complex inside machinery. But for now, I’ll work on the outside.”
"okay, okay. lemme see if I can do it again" he concentrates, a look of serene clam coming over his face, and a small fire starts in his hand "ah! you got somewhere I can put this?"
“I need to heat the metal so it’s easy to change into the shape I need it to be.” He grabs a hunk of Celestial Bronze and a hammer.
he concentrates, almost meditating, and the fire grows. he places his hand under the bronze, starting to heat it
Marcus puts on a pair of gloves and starts hammering nervously like he’s seen others do before. The metal slowly starts to flatten out.
"see? you got it"
He now has a hunk of flat metal. “I have no idea what to do next, though…”
the fire dulls "well, I think...... wouldn't you shape it next?"
“I guess…” He goes back to hammering, slowly shaping it into the form of a leg. “Can you pass me more bronze? I don’t think I have enough.”
he passes some more "don't you need joints?"
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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!!!!!!
She carefully copies how he's sitting, before looking out as well
"Think of something calming as you close your eyes, listen to the slightly shifting waters of the lake, and let yourself be drifted away in your own mind." He guides her, his words soft and encouraging.
She seems to think a moment, before closing her eyes, the waters slowly beginning to shift in response, calmly beginning to ripple from the center
He closes his own eyes and listens to the ripples, "Don't focus on my voice, focus on your own thoughts, until you can't understand what I'm saying anymore."
She nods slowly and thoughtfully, the ripples growing a bit bigger
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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)
Marcus is sitting in the forges, extremely confused.
Evan is doing a sudoku in the mess hall.
*hi howdy 'nanner!*
*ydwoh ih, Capatin! Wanna rp?*
Elliot walks up. "a little confused, are we?"
*to awnser your question of elliot's villainy, I haven't decided yet.*
“I’m trying to forge something to contain a soul, but I can’t quite figure out the forging part of it.”
"okay. I might be able to get you some fire, if you want. wait, why do you need to house a soul?"
“Matthew wants to enter a body. And he didn’t want to be a creepy skeleton. In his words, not mine.”
"Mr. bones? makes sense. as mutch as anything here makes sense I guess. you need a fire?"
“That would be nice. And I need a lot of celestial bronze, which’ll be hard to find. And a Hephaestus kid to help me out with some of the complex inside machinery. But for now, I’ll work on the outside.”
"okay, okay. lemme see if I can do it again" he concentrates, a look of serene clam coming over his face, and a small fire starts in his hand "ah! you got somewhere I can put this?"
“I need to heat the metal so it’s easy to change into the shape I need it to be.” He grabs a hunk of Celestial Bronze and a hammer.
he concentrates, almost meditating, and the fire grows. he places his hand under the bronze, starting to heat it
Marcus puts on a pair of gloves and starts hammering nervously like he’s seen others do before. The metal slowly starts to flatten out.
"see? you got it"
He now has a hunk of flat metal. “I have no idea what to do next, though…”
the fire dulls "well, I think...... wouldn't you shape it next?"
“I guess…” He goes back to hammering, slowly shaping it into the form of a leg. “Can you pass me more bronze? I don’t think I have enough.”
he passes some more "don't you need joints?"
“Oh yeah! I’m an idiot… um… how do I make joints?”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
The shadow of someone can be seen on top of Athena cabin, lying down and looking up to the sky, occasionally some kind of knife comb can be seen flying up before whoever's on top of the cabin catches it. The sound of the song, 'Punk Tactics' can be faintly heard being sung by whoever's up there, their voice like that of a Jet from Westside Story or something similar.
Kian watches them, an odd look on their face.
Sitting up there, sits a teenager, tossing a knife inbetween his hands and occasionally into the air. He's got jet black hair with a single streak of platinum locks, slicked back and glistening with care. He's wearing something a Greaser would wear, leather jacket, long black jeans, he's got a small amount of facial hair, mostly clean shaven. He doesn't seem to notice them.
“I don’t think you’re allowed to be up there!” Kian calls.
He turns to them, raising an eyebrow, his skin is white, slightly tanned from the sun "I can be where I want, ya gonna stop me?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
“Maybe not a god then. That’d be a simple explanation.”
"what else could it be?"
“Titan, giant, monster. Just to list a few.”
"imma be real, I don't know a whole lot of Greek mythology"
“You will. It’s your life now, congratulations.”
"I've been doing a little research. I didn't know giants or monsters could make demigods though"
*that's wrong, but it has inspired me. thanks monks*
“It’s just a theory.”
*you’re… welcome?*
"why're you hanging out in the woods?"
*MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAaaaaa!*
“There’s more nature here than in the rest of camp.”
"I guess. how's your day been?"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
The shadow of someone can be seen on top of Athena cabin, lying down and looking up to the sky, occasionally some kind of knife comb can be seen flying up before whoever's on top of the cabin catches it. The sound of the song, 'Punk Tactics' can be faintly heard being sung by whoever's up there, their voice like that of a Jet from Westside Story or something similar.
Kian watches them, an odd look on their face.
Sitting up there, sits a teenager, tossing a knife inbetween his hands and occasionally into the air. He's got jet black hair with a single streak of platinum locks, slicked back and glistening with care. He's wearing something a Greaser would wear, leather jacket, long black jeans, he's got a small amount of facial hair, mostly clean shaven. He doesn't seem to notice them.
“I don’t think you’re allowed to be up there!” Kian calls.
He turns to them, raising an eyebrow, his skin is white, slightly tanned from the sun "I can be where I want, ya gonna stop me?"
“Your counselor might try!”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
She carefully copies how he's sitting, before looking out as well
"Think of something calming as you close your eyes, listen to the slightly shifting waters of the lake, and let yourself be drifted away in your own mind." He guides her, his words soft and encouraging.
She seems to think a moment, before closing her eyes, the waters slowly beginning to shift in response, calmly beginning to ripple from the center
He closes his own eyes and listens to the ripples, "Don't focus on my voice, focus on your own thoughts, until you can't understand what I'm saying anymore."
She nods slowly and thoughtfully, the ripples growing a bit bigger
He continues to speak, leading them until he's got nothing else to say, getting into meditation himself.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She carefully copies how he's sitting, before looking out as well
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)
The shadow of someone can be seen on top of Athena cabin, lying down and looking up to the sky, occasionally some kind of knife comb can be seen flying up before whoever's on top of the cabin catches it. The sound of the song, 'Punk Tactics' can be faintly heard being sung by whoever's up there, their voice like that of a Jet from Westside Story or something similar.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"see? you got it"
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!!!!!!
"Think of something calming as you close your eyes, listen to the slightly shifting waters of the lake, and let yourself be drifted away in your own mind." He guides her, his words soft and encouraging.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Kian watches them, an odd look on their face.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
Extended Signature!
He now has a hunk of flat metal. “I have no idea what to do next, though…”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
Extended Signature!
She seems to think a moment, before closing her eyes, the waters slowly beginning to shift in response, calmly beginning to ripple from the center
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)
the fire dulls "well, I think...... wouldn't you shape it next?"
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!!!!!!
Sitting up there, sits a teenager, tossing a knife inbetween his hands and occasionally into the air. He's got jet black hair with a single streak of platinum locks, slicked back and glistening with care. He's wearing something a Greaser would wear, leather jacket, long black jeans, he's got a small amount of facial hair, mostly clean shaven. He doesn't seem to notice them.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“I guess…” He goes back to hammering, slowly shaping it into the form of a leg. “Can you pass me more bronze? I don’t think I have enough.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
Extended Signature!
He closes his own eyes and listens to the ripples, "Don't focus on my voice, focus on your own thoughts, until you can't understand what I'm saying anymore."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“I don’t think you’re allowed to be up there!” Kian calls.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
Extended Signature!
he passes some more "don't you need joints?"
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!!!!!!
She nods slowly and thoughtfully, the ripples growing a bit bigger
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)
“There’s more nature here than in the rest of camp.”
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
“Oh yeah! I’m an idiot… um… how do I make joints?”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
Extended Signature!
He turns to them, raising an eyebrow, his skin is white, slightly tanned from the sun "I can be where I want, ya gonna stop me?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I guess. how's your day been?"
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!!!!!!
“Your counselor might try!”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
Extended Signature!
He continues to speak, leading them until he's got nothing else to say, getting into meditation himself.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)