*I don't have much time, but I want to RP real quick*
Amatarou's pale blue eyes flicker to her. All the cafe cats move from their food to greet her, and most of the shelter cats do as well. He places down her favorite drink on the bar. The order price is listed as "$0.00"
"First tonight. Luck, or perhaps conspiracy?" He smiles too.
She smiles. “Thank you so much! I really needed something to drink-… I’m training for a big race.” She says, petting all of the cats individually.
Shrike, Shine, Shriek, Shroud, and Shrive, the cafe cats, are all very happy to see her again. "I heard!" He replies cheerfully. "I think you'll make the top three for sure."
“Thanks! Placed fourth in the last one, but Julie isn’t competing, she broke her leg, so I think I’ll have a chance.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*Absolutely epic, I adore this. I will try and get my character up soon.*
[Thanks, it took me farrr too long, and no joke but I came up with the nickname Thew before I did the ThewPerNatural pun for the username lol, I needed to think of something and then it hit me like a truck lol]
*I'm thinking the Nightmare King of Balios might want to play some games with Thew, effectively getting him to throw himself under the paranormal bus for the King's entertainment.*
1984AM: What fun! I'd knew you'd find out what was up with those Snallygaster rumors! :3 1984AM: Now, for your next tip, and this one's a doozy...
[Ohhhh niceeee, man I’m liking the sound of that, I’ll get another post out soon!]
When Thew gets home, the first thing he does is rush to the family's home computer in his dad's office. He always tries to stay late enough at school so that by the time he's home, his dad has finished up any work, and the internet is free to use. He logs on in a hurry and checks the forums, hoping xX_SlugGutz87_Xx hasn't gone offline in the 20 minutes it took Thew to get back home and online, but instead finds a new pair of posts on the thread. They're curious; the user has typed them as if they know far, far more than they're letting on, but there's only one way to learn more. Thew rapidly types up a response to the enigmatic reply, and then hits send, eagerly awaiting what could come next.
ThewPerNatural_21: Hey 1984AM, don't think I've seen you on here before! It's nice to meet a fellow believer, do you know anything more about the Mall Ghoul? I'd love to here any evidence you'd have to offer!
[For the Balios Mall Shopping Cart Ghoul, I'm planning to have its true identity be a Nightmare of Abandonment. Things get abandoned all the time in malls, like shopping carts getting left in the lot, kids losing their parents or toys, and items getting left on random shelves after the mother of whoever picked it up said no. The Nightmare's daytime, human identity is the volunteer who runs the Lost And Found, and then goes about at night gathering lost things himself. My plan is that when Thew goes to investigate it, he'll find that its real, but when he tries to either run away out of fear or leave it to get home for bed, the Nightmare will latch onto it with its hair out of its own loneliness and fear of being abandoned, and then exist with Thew kind of like a venom symbiote, and which will also give him some supernatural powers of his own.
Also it's a funny sort of irony to think that after that incident, the head of the Lost And Found goes missing himself]
*Character idea: Magazine writer who writes about fake paranormal events. In reality he does actually know a whole ton about them (an occultist or maybe even a Blackheart, in fact), but he knows if he talks about the real stuff to the public there'll be hysteria, plus he'll probably get taken away by the MIB for interrogation. Maybe he acts like an insane conspiracy theorist with no proof besides "I saw it with this grainy picture", but that's all a facade to make people underestimate him? Idk. I'm a bit unsure about him, but I think he could have some unique interactions.
I was gonna include another idea but I have none rn*
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
[Just posted on the Lore Thread about the two locations I've established, but the main point of that post was to highlight their connection to the sort of Eldritch Horror character I'm planning to introduce; the Liminal. You ever seen videos that are just compilations of old digital camera photos or camcorder footage of a place like someone's childhood bedroom or a family restaurant from the early 2000s or late 90s with eerie music underneath and get that weird sense of nostalgia and unease from the washed out colours, slightly outdated things in the picture, crackly footage, and so on? That's what the Liminal feeds off. If you've got no clue what I'm on about, the Backrooms is the next best example I can think of lol]
[Just posted on the Lore Thread about the two locations I've established, but the main point of that post was to highlight their connection to the sort of Eldritch Horror character I'm planning to introduce; the Liminal. You ever seen videos that are just compilations of old digital camera photos or camcorder footage of a place like someone's childhood bedroom or a family restaurant from the early 2000s or late 90s with eerie music underneath and get that weird sense of nostalgia and unease from the washed out colours, slightly outdated things in the picture, crackly footage, and so on? That's what the Liminal feeds off. If you've got no clue what I'm on about, the Backrooms is the next best example I can think of lol]
*So, Analog Horror nightmare? Nice.*
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
Chunklo's Cat Cafe is not owned by any man, woman, or other named Chunklo. In fact, it was named after the owner's first cat, a plump maine coon with a love of tea. The cat wasn't even owned, it was a stray that was taken care of by the community. It's been run by "Chunklo's family" since before cat cafes were even a thing, but there is only ever one person working there. It changes hands every decade or so, but whoever is there wants to be there. Possibly the only one who cares about Balios, they always try to improve the dying town, seemingly ignorant to the fact that this place is sinking and taking everyone with it.
Amatarou Ocha, Boba Barista. That's what the metal plaque on the bar reads. He always has a kind and helpful word, a smile, and your favorite drink ready. Animals adore him for whatever reason, and people usually do as well. He's confident in his abilities, and is a point of stability for the people who come in to discuss unusual topics. He hears everything but has the honor to remain utterly silent, or so they say. When called upon, he has more knowledge of the town than anyone reasonably should, despite supposedly moving here two years ago.
Now look at him, feeding his cats. The five cafe cats, all up for rent, and the five shelter cats, all up for free trial and adoption. His "family," no matter the generation, are exactly like him. Different face, different build, different sex even, but always the same. All-knowing, a titan worthy of folklore. Legend says that the place is haunted despite its cozy feel, and the ghosts force the Ocha family back here, into the same role, over and over and over, just to take care of his five immortal cats. It is said that no Ocha child or cat has died in town, despite its long history of riots. They simply sit there at the counter, watching people at their worst and doing nothing to stop it.
A tiny little beak sneaks in through a crevasse, trying to get near the ingredients.
*if you're a nightmare or have like a low paranormal filter I think you'd be able to see the ghostly silhouette of a full octopus instead of just its beak*
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
[I think I'm actually going to start with a human, just because I can see Nightmares being the more popular choice on this thread! It'll be taking heavy influence from Okarun from Dandadan, because this thread concept aligns perfectly with that]
It's early evening, and Balios High has been closed for many hours, but that doesn't stop one student, Matthew Lanes, or Thew as he prefers, from pursuing his favourite pastime; internet forum debates [what a nerd, imagine doing something like that lmao, couldn't be me] For the last 2 hours he's been locked in a furious debate on the BOAB online forum with one xX_SlugGutz87_Xx over the existence of the infamous Balios Mall Shopping Cart Ghoul, a mysterious, 6 foot hunched creature covered in thick brown hair, that apparently comes out at dusk and herds lost shopping carts back to their homeland of the mall's parking lot. Thew has been firing counterpoint after counterpoint over why this creature must exist, backed up with multiple eyewitness accounts and data-driven reports, though his opponent is not yet to yield. The conversation was going something like this...
ThewPerNatural_21: Clearly you did not read the linked and cited article from 2 pages earlier! It has been counted and demonstrated that the amount of shopping carts in the Balios Mall lot returns to the same, round 91 each morning! And, what's more, this number is inherently supernatural! 9:10 PM is the average sunset time over the last 200 years on the day of June 20th, and on that day, the solstice alignment occurs over Stonehenge, a historical site which is proven to have multiple links to spirits and the afterlife! This is all part of a wider network, you surely must understand! xX_SlugGutz87_Xx: but y tho bro ThewPerNatural_21:typing...
...when the door to the computer lab was swung open, the stream of light from the corridor flooding the darkened room. A janitor stands in the doorway, looking bemused at the scrawny teen sat at the desk, and mutters 'It's half six son...school ended at 3...don't ya want to go home now?' Thew stares back at him for a few seconds, shoots xX_SlugGutz87_Xx a parting message of 'You spelt 'though' wrong', and grabs his bag, hurriedly passing the curious man at the door without a word, accidentally knocks over the mop and bucket, and then walks the wrong way down the corridor, all before finally leaving the school site. It irritates him that he couldn't prove to such a cretin that supernatural influences do exist, but he's got a plan. Soon, he'll prove it once and for all..
*I think this is a great first post. If you want I could do a prolonged roleplay throughout the day.*
As you walk through the quiet neighborhoods, heading home the sun draws its light closer to itself and the sky darkens with dusk. A tall wooden fence boarders the sidewalk to your left and it is covered in spray painted graffiti. Words so stylized you can’t even read them, strange symbols that must have some sort of meaning, a swirling rainbow serpent, screaming skulls, and several big, bleeding black hearts have been vandalized onto the fence. A car has been parked up against the side walk and leaning against it is what can be justly called a ‘real piece of work’. He’s a young man with wild, bright pink hair. Three spiked rings are pieced in each lobe of his nose and his eyebrows, lips, and ears have other similar studs. He wears a ripped yellow t-shirt with the words “Can’t Touch This” under a black jacket with spiked shoulder pads. Spiked bracelets are bound around his wrists, and a spiked belt hangs loose around his waist. His jeans are torn and his shoes are ragged. He watches you as you approach with snake-like eyes as you approach. The window is down in his red impala and loud music blares out of it like a beating heart. Never known, Never now! Ghosts they follow the flying night… Ghouls they haunt and search for fright… Your eyes are glued to profane screen… Leaving so much more unseen… Fingers tap on skeletal keys… Live a real life won’t you please…
[I think I'm actually going to start with a human, just because I can see Nightmares being the more popular choice on this thread! It'll be taking heavy influence from Okarun from Dandadan, because this thread concept aligns perfectly with that]
It's early evening, and Balios High has been closed for many hours, but that doesn't stop one student, Matthew Lanes, or Thew as he prefers, from pursuing his favourite pastime; internet forum debates [what a nerd, imagine doing something like that lmao, couldn't be me] For the last 2 hours he's been locked in a furious debate on the BOAB online forum with one xX_SlugGutz87_Xx over the existence of the infamous Balios Mall Shopping Cart Ghoul, a mysterious, 6 foot hunched creature covered in thick brown hair, that apparently comes out at dusk and herds lost shopping carts back to their homeland of the mall's parking lot. Thew has been firing counterpoint after counterpoint over why this creature must exist, backed up with multiple eyewitness accounts and data-driven reports, though his opponent is not yet to yield. The conversation was going something like this...
ThewPerNatural_21: Clearly you did not read the linked and cited article from 2 pages earlier! It has been counted and demonstrated that the amount of shopping carts in the Balios Mall lot returns to the same, round 91 each morning! And, what's more, this number is inherently supernatural! 9:10 PM is the average sunset time over the last 200 years on the day of June 20th, and on that day, the solstice alignment occurs over Stonehenge, a historical site which is proven to have multiple links to spirits and the afterlife! This is all part of a wider network, you surely must understand! xX_SlugGutz87_Xx: but y tho bro ThewPerNatural_21:typing...
...when the door to the computer lab was swung open, the stream of light from the corridor flooding the darkened room. A janitor stands in the doorway, looking bemused at the scrawny teen sat at the desk, and mutters 'It's half six son...school ended at 3...don't ya want to go home now?' Thew stares back at him for a few seconds, shoots xX_SlugGutz87_Xx a parting message of 'You spelt 'though' wrong', and grabs his bag, hurriedly passing the curious man at the door without a word, accidentally knocks over the mop and bucket, and then walks the wrong way down the corridor, all before finally leaving the school site. It irritates him that he couldn't prove to such a cretin that supernatural influences do exist, but he's got a plan. Soon, he'll prove it once and for all..
*I think this is a great first post. If you want I could do a prolonged roleplay throughout the day.*
As you walk through the quiet neighborhoods, heading home the sun draws its light closer to itself and the sky darkens with dusk. A tall wooden fence boarders the sidewalk to your left and it is covered in spray painted graffiti. Words so stylized you can’t even read them, strange symbols that must have some sort of meaning, a swirling rainbow serpent, screaming skulls, and several big, bleeding black hearts have been vandalized onto the fence. A car has been parked up against the side walk and leaning against it is what can be justly called a ‘real piece of work’. He’s a young man with wild, bright pink hair. Three spiked rings are pieced in each lobe of his nose and his eyebrows, lips, and ears have other similar studs. He wears a ripped yellow t-shirt with the words “Can’t Touch This” under a black jacket with spiked shoulder pads. Spiked bracelets are bound around his wrists, and a spiked belt hangs loose around his waist. His jeans are torn and his shoes are ragged. He watches you as you approach with snake-like eyes as you approach. The window is down in his red impala and loud music blares out of it like a beating heart. Never known, Never now! Ghosts they follow the flying night… Ghouls they haunt and search for fright… Your eyes are glued to profane screen… Leaving so much more unseen… Fingers tap on skeletal keys… Live a real life won’t you please…
Thew hurries past, trying his best not to make eye contact with the man or any of the bizarre decorations about the building, clutching the straps of his backpack and keeping his head down to avoid trouble.
[I think I'm actually going to start with a human, just because I can see Nightmares being the more popular choice on this thread! It'll be taking heavy influence from Okarun from Dandadan, because this thread concept aligns perfectly with that]
It's early evening, and Balios High has been closed for many hours, but that doesn't stop one student, Matthew Lanes, or Thew as he prefers, from pursuing his favourite pastime; internet forum debates [what a nerd, imagine doing something like that lmao, couldn't be me] For the last 2 hours he's been locked in a furious debate on the BOAB online forum with one xX_SlugGutz87_Xx over the existence of the infamous Balios Mall Shopping Cart Ghoul, a mysterious, 6 foot hunched creature covered in thick brown hair, that apparently comes out at dusk and herds lost shopping carts back to their homeland of the mall's parking lot. Thew has been firing counterpoint after counterpoint over why this creature must exist, backed up with multiple eyewitness accounts and data-driven reports, though his opponent is not yet to yield. The conversation was going something like this...
ThewPerNatural_21: Clearly you did not read the linked and cited article from 2 pages earlier! It has been counted and demonstrated that the amount of shopping carts in the Balios Mall lot returns to the same, round 91 each morning! And, what's more, this number is inherently supernatural! 9:10 PM is the average sunset time over the last 200 years on the day of June 20th, and on that day, the solstice alignment occurs over Stonehenge, a historical site which is proven to have multiple links to spirits and the afterlife! This is all part of a wider network, you surely must understand! xX_SlugGutz87_Xx: but y tho bro ThewPerNatural_21:typing...
...when the door to the computer lab was swung open, the stream of light from the corridor flooding the darkened room. A janitor stands in the doorway, looking bemused at the scrawny teen sat at the desk, and mutters 'It's half six son...school ended at 3...don't ya want to go home now?' Thew stares back at him for a few seconds, shoots xX_SlugGutz87_Xx a parting message of 'You spelt 'though' wrong', and grabs his bag, hurriedly passing the curious man at the door without a word, accidentally knocks over the mop and bucket, and then walks the wrong way down the corridor, all before finally leaving the school site. It irritates him that he couldn't prove to such a cretin that supernatural influences do exist, but he's got a plan. Soon, he'll prove it once and for all..
*I think this is a great first post. If you want I could do a prolonged roleplay throughout the day.*
As you walk through the quiet neighborhoods, heading home the sun draws its light closer to itself and the sky darkens with dusk. A tall wooden fence boarders the sidewalk to your left and it is covered in spray painted graffiti. Words so stylized you can’t even read them, strange symbols that must have some sort of meaning, a swirling rainbow serpent, screaming skulls, and several big, bleeding black hearts have been vandalized onto the fence. A car has been parked up against the side walk and leaning against it is what can be justly called a ‘real piece of work’. He’s a young man with wild, bright pink hair. Three spiked rings are pieced in each lobe of his nose and his eyebrows, lips, and ears have other similar studs. He wears a ripped yellow t-shirt with the words “Can’t Touch This” under a black jacket with spiked shoulder pads. Spiked bracelets are bound around his wrists, and a spiked belt hangs loose around his waist. His jeans are torn and his shoes are ragged. He watches you as you approach with snake-like eyes as you approach. The window is down in his red impala and loud music blares out of it like a beating heart. Never known, Never now! Ghosts they follow the flying night… Ghouls they haunt and search for fright… Your eyes are glued to profane screen… Leaving so much more unseen… Fingers tap on skeletal keys… Live a real life won’t you please…
Thew hurries past, trying his best not to make eye contact with the man or any of the bizarre decorations about the building, clutching the straps of his backpack and keeping his head down to avoid trouble.
You hear the door to the impala slam shut and the light of the high beams wash over you as you hurry down the path, smashing your shadow out in two long streaks in front of you.
[I think I'm actually going to start with a human, just because I can see Nightmares being the more popular choice on this thread! It'll be taking heavy influence from Okarun from Dandadan, because this thread concept aligns perfectly with that]
It's early evening, and Balios High has been closed for many hours, but that doesn't stop one student, Matthew Lanes, or Thew as he prefers, from pursuing his favourite pastime; internet forum debates [what a nerd, imagine doing something like that lmao, couldn't be me] For the last 2 hours he's been locked in a furious debate on the BOAB online forum with one xX_SlugGutz87_Xx over the existence of the infamous Balios Mall Shopping Cart Ghoul, a mysterious, 6 foot hunched creature covered in thick brown hair, that apparently comes out at dusk and herds lost shopping carts back to their homeland of the mall's parking lot. Thew has been firing counterpoint after counterpoint over why this creature must exist, backed up with multiple eyewitness accounts and data-driven reports, though his opponent is not yet to yield. The conversation was going something like this...
ThewPerNatural_21: Clearly you did not read the linked and cited article from 2 pages earlier! It has been counted and demonstrated that the amount of shopping carts in the Balios Mall lot returns to the same, round 91 each morning! And, what's more, this number is inherently supernatural! 9:10 PM is the average sunset time over the last 200 years on the day of June 20th, and on that day, the solstice alignment occurs over Stonehenge, a historical site which is proven to have multiple links to spirits and the afterlife! This is all part of a wider network, you surely must understand! xX_SlugGutz87_Xx: but y tho bro ThewPerNatural_21:typing...
...when the door to the computer lab was swung open, the stream of light from the corridor flooding the darkened room. A janitor stands in the doorway, looking bemused at the scrawny teen sat at the desk, and mutters 'It's half six son...school ended at 3...don't ya want to go home now?' Thew stares back at him for a few seconds, shoots xX_SlugGutz87_Xx a parting message of 'You spelt 'though' wrong', and grabs his bag, hurriedly passing the curious man at the door without a word, accidentally knocks over the mop and bucket, and then walks the wrong way down the corridor, all before finally leaving the school site. It irritates him that he couldn't prove to such a cretin that supernatural influences do exist, but he's got a plan. Soon, he'll prove it once and for all..
*I think this is a great first post. If you want I could do a prolonged roleplay throughout the day.*
As you walk through the quiet neighborhoods, heading home the sun draws its light closer to itself and the sky darkens with dusk. A tall wooden fence boarders the sidewalk to your left and it is covered in spray painted graffiti. Words so stylized you can’t even read them, strange symbols that must have some sort of meaning, a swirling rainbow serpent, screaming skulls, and several big, bleeding black hearts have been vandalized onto the fence. A car has been parked up against the side walk and leaning against it is what can be justly called a ‘real piece of work’. He’s a young man with wild, bright pink hair. Three spiked rings are pieced in each lobe of his nose and his eyebrows, lips, and ears have other similar studs. He wears a ripped yellow t-shirt with the words “Can’t Touch This” under a black jacket with spiked shoulder pads. Spiked bracelets are bound around his wrists, and a spiked belt hangs loose around his waist. His jeans are torn and his shoes are ragged. He watches you as you approach with snake-like eyes as you approach. The window is down in his red impala and loud music blares out of it like a beating heart. Never known, Never now! Ghosts they follow the flying night… Ghouls they haunt and search for fright… Your eyes are glued to profane screen… Leaving so much more unseen… Fingers tap on skeletal keys… Live a real life won’t you please…
Thew hurries past, trying his best not to make eye contact with the man or any of the bizarre decorations about the building, clutching the straps of his backpack and keeping his head down to avoid trouble.
You hear the door to the impala slam shut and the light of the high beams wash over you as you hurry down the path, smashing your shadow out in two long streaks in front of you.
Thew continues to rush on home, becoming more and more eager to just get out of there.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
The car seems to sit in place. It doesn’t follow you. You walk quickly and put a good deal of distance between us. And then you hear far behind you the revving of an engine and the sound of that engine growing closer to you. He was just giving you a head start. The road is long and straight. There are a few side roads, but they lead away from your house.
The car seems to sit in place. It doesn’t follow you. You walk quickly and put a good deal of distance between us. And then you hear far behind you the revving of an engine and the sound of that engine growing closer to you. He was just giving you a head start. The road is long and straight. There are a few side roads, but they lead away from your house.
Thew slaps his forehead with his palm and says 'God...I wasn't looking where I was going at all...' He looks behind him and squints through his glasses to try and get a read on the approaching driver. He's trying to see if he looks as if he's in an agreeable mood, so that Thew can just apologise and talk his way back to his street, or if he should just start running. It's one of the hardest decisions he's made in a while: what will he have to tackle? His social anxiety, or exercise?
There was a fire out on the edge of town, a block away from any houses. A small field of grass and three trees, which were originally going to be taken down to start the construction of a rehabilitation center, was turned to rubble and ash. The news says it was an arson, started by the known petty thief Sarah Simmons, who supposedly did the same thing seven or eight years back to a children’s playground. She claims she didn’t start the fire. She says that all she remembers is a young man smoking a cigarette and then handing her the lighter.
Nine hours later, Sarah Simmons is no longer in police custody. They think she escaped. She left behind no trace.
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“Thanks! Placed fourth in the last one, but Julie isn’t competing, she broke her leg, so I think I’ll have a chance.”
I follow Iago to the tavern next door.
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“Ya, I did.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
When Thew gets home, the first thing he does is rush to the family's home computer in his dad's office. He always tries to stay late enough at school so that by the time he's home, his dad has finished up any work, and the internet is free to use. He logs on in a hurry and checks the forums, hoping xX_SlugGutz87_Xx hasn't gone offline in the 20 minutes it took Thew to get back home and online, but instead finds a new pair of posts on the thread. They're curious; the user has typed them as if they know far, far more than they're letting on, but there's only one way to learn more. Thew rapidly types up a response to the enigmatic reply, and then hits send, eagerly awaiting what could come next.
[For the Balios Mall Shopping Cart Ghoul, I'm planning to have its true identity be a Nightmare of Abandonment. Things get abandoned all the time in malls, like shopping carts getting left in the lot, kids losing their parents or toys, and items getting left on random shelves after the mother of whoever picked it up said no. The Nightmare's daytime, human identity is the volunteer who runs the Lost And Found, and then goes about at night gathering lost things himself. My plan is that when Thew goes to investigate it, he'll find that its real, but when he tries to either run away out of fear or leave it to get home for bed, the Nightmare will latch onto it with its hair out of its own loneliness and fear of being abandoned, and then exist with Thew kind of like a venom symbiote, and which will also give him some supernatural powers of his own.
Also it's a funny sort of irony to think that after that incident, the head of the Lost And Found goes missing himself]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist , The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
*Character idea: Magazine writer who writes about fake paranormal events. In reality he does actually know a whole ton about them (an occultist or maybe even a Blackheart, in fact), but he knows if he talks about the real stuff to the public there'll be hysteria, plus he'll probably get taken away by the MIB for interrogation. Maybe he acts like an insane conspiracy theorist with no proof besides "I saw it with this grainy picture", but that's all a facade to make people underestimate him? Idk. I'm a bit unsure about him, but I think he could have some unique interactions.
I was gonna include another idea but I have none rn*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
[Just posted on the Lore Thread about the two locations I've established, but the main point of that post was to highlight their connection to the sort of Eldritch Horror character I'm planning to introduce; the Liminal. You ever seen videos that are just compilations of old digital camera photos or camcorder footage of a place like someone's childhood bedroom or a family restaurant from the early 2000s or late 90s with eerie music underneath and get that weird sense of nostalgia and unease from the washed out colours, slightly outdated things in the picture, crackly footage, and so on? That's what the Liminal feeds off. If you've got no clue what I'm on about, the Backrooms is the next best example I can think of lol]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist , The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
*So, Analog Horror nightmare? Nice.*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
*I’m a demonic Pikachu, I’ve even begun to make a homebrew species out of it.*
Check these out: My Imgur Page, My Deviant Art
*What level are nightmares?*
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A tiny little beak sneaks in through a crevasse, trying to get near the ingredients.
*if you're a nightmare or have like a low paranormal filter I think you'd be able to see the ghostly silhouette of a full octopus instead of just its beak*
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"It's like I said. I'm smarter than you."
*I think this is a great first post. If you want I could do a prolonged roleplay throughout the day.*
As you walk through the quiet neighborhoods, heading home the sun draws its light closer to itself and the sky darkens with dusk. A tall wooden fence boarders the sidewalk to your left and it is covered in spray painted graffiti. Words so stylized you can’t even read them, strange symbols that must have some sort of meaning, a swirling rainbow serpent, screaming skulls, and several big, bleeding black hearts have been vandalized onto the fence. A car has been parked up against the side walk and leaning against it is what can be justly called a ‘real piece of work’. He’s a young man with wild, bright pink hair. Three spiked rings are pieced in each lobe of his nose and his eyebrows, lips, and ears have other similar studs. He wears a ripped yellow t-shirt with the words “Can’t Touch This” under a black jacket with spiked shoulder pads. Spiked bracelets are bound around his wrists, and a spiked belt hangs loose around his waist. His jeans are torn and his shoes are ragged. He watches you as you approach with snake-like eyes as you approach. The window is down in his red impala and loud music blares out of it like a beating heart. Never known, Never now! Ghosts they follow the flying night… Ghouls they haunt and search for fright… Your eyes are glued to profane screen… Leaving so much more unseen… Fingers tap on skeletal keys… Live a real life won’t you please…
<We still have hope! That I can join before it gets to confusing to understand!>
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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Thew hurries past, trying his best not to make eye contact with the man or any of the bizarre decorations about the building, clutching the straps of his backpack and keeping his head down to avoid trouble.
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist , The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
*Great! we could always use more players! Read the intro thread to make a character, I am Chungar, a Demonic Pikachu.*
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You hear the door to the impala slam shut and the light of the high beams wash over you as you hurry down the path, smashing your shadow out in two long streaks in front of you.
Thew continues to rush on home, becoming more and more eager to just get out of there.
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist , The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
*And platyboss I am a nightmare based of of my single largest fear. Rejection, I described it a while back.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*Cut for Shiverquill*
The car seems to sit in place. It doesn’t follow you. You walk quickly and put a good deal of distance between us. And then you hear far behind you the revving of an engine and the sound of that engine growing closer to you. He was just giving you a head start. The road is long and straight. There are a few side roads, but they lead away from your house.
Thew slaps his forehead with his palm and says 'God...I wasn't looking where I was going at all...' He looks behind him and squints through his glasses to try and get a read on the approaching driver. He's trying to see if he looks as if he's in an agreeable mood, so that Thew can just apologise and talk his way back to his street, or if he should just start running. It's one of the hardest decisions he's made in a while: what will he have to tackle? His social anxiety, or exercise?
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist , The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
There was a fire out on the edge of town, a block away from any houses. A small field of grass and three trees, which were originally going to be taken down to start the construction of a rehabilitation center, was turned to rubble and ash. The news says it was an arson, started by the known petty thief Sarah Simmons, who supposedly did the same thing seven or eight years back to a children’s playground. She claims she didn’t start the fire. She says that all she remembers is a young man smoking a cigarette and then handing her the lighter.
Nine hours later, Sarah Simmons is no longer in police custody. They think she escaped. She left behind no trace.