*Liyu's human form is a courier, Jiia's is a hunter, and Kavo's is a travelling doctor*
A small, lithe figure in a tattered brown coat and scarf walks through the lower streets. They carry a satchel full of brown paper packages, and they stop every so often to give one to a beggar. Their hair is short, sticking out from under their hat, except for two long black braids.
On the outskirts of town, a hunter is stringing her bow. Her hair is short and practical, and she wears a heavy coat. Two dogs lie sleeping peacefully at her feet.
A travelling doctor walks through the streets, the wide brim of his hat obscuring his eyes.
*What’s the Hunter’s passive perception?*
*15*
The hunter hears leaves crunching about 15 feet to her left, but sees nobody there. (If she has some ghost ability like true sight then she sees a slim figure dressed in Oak armor and a wooden Corinthian Helmet)
*she indeed does* The hunter doesn't look up from her work, but the hounds seem to notice the warrior, growling to alert their master. "It's alright, I see them," she reassures the dogs.
The man paused in his tracks. “…wHaT?” He speaks in a Spanish accent. His voice is slightly muffled through the helmet. (I imagine the way he says “what” is quite comedic. Not sure if ghosts laugh tho lmao)
*they do* She laughs, a quiet, rumbling laugh in her chest. "I can see you, armored one. And I would advise against attacking me, if that was your plan."
“Wha- Oh, no, no. I was merely here to scout the area.” He talks very fast. He removed his mask and the invisibility wears off, even though she can already see him. His face is tanned and he has long, curly black hair and a well-trimmed anchor mustache and beard.
"Good. I wasn't in the mood to fight today," she puts down her bow and fishes a pipe from her cloak.
“Do you fight often?” He steps about a foot back from the hounds.
"Not when I can avoid it, but sometimes, the options are slim." She takes a drag on the pipe, releasing a puff of floral-smelling smoke
“Yes, I agree with that.” He looks at the smoke. “Is that good for you?”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
*Liyu's human form is a courier, Jiia's is a hunter, and Kavo's is a travelling doctor*
A small, lithe figure in a tattered brown coat and scarf walks through the lower streets. They carry a satchel full of brown paper packages, and they stop every so often to give one to a beggar. Their hair is short, sticking out from under their hat, except for two long black braids.
On the outskirts of town, a hunter is stringing her bow. Her hair is short and practical, and she wears a heavy coat. Two dogs lie sleeping peacefully at her feet.
A travelling doctor walks through the streets, the wide brim of his hat obscuring his eyes.
*What’s the Hunter’s passive perception?*
*15*
The hunter hears leaves crunching about 15 feet to her left, but sees nobody there. (If she has some ghost ability like true sight then she sees a slim figure dressed in Oak armor and a wooden Corinthian Helmet)
*she indeed does* The hunter doesn't look up from her work, but the hounds seem to notice the warrior, growling to alert their master. "It's alright, I see them," she reassures the dogs.
The man paused in his tracks. “…wHaT?” He speaks in a Spanish accent. His voice is slightly muffled through the helmet. (I imagine the way he says “what” is quite comedic. Not sure if ghosts laugh tho lmao)
*they do* She laughs, a quiet, rumbling laugh in her chest. "I can see you, armored one. And I would advise against attacking me, if that was your plan."
“Wha- Oh, no, no. I was merely here to scout the area.” He talks very fast. He removed his mask and the invisibility wears off, even though she can already see him. His face is tanned and he has long, curly black hair and a well-trimmed anchor mustache and beard.
"Good. I wasn't in the mood to fight today," she puts down her bow and fishes a pipe from her cloak.
“Do you fight often?” He steps about a foot back from the hounds.
"Not when I can avoid it, but sometimes, the options are slim." She takes a drag on the pipe, releasing a puff of floral-smelling smoke
“Yes, I agree with that.” He looks at the smoke. “Is that good for you?”
"It isn't tobacco." She reaches into her cloak and pulls out a small leather pouch. "It's a blend of herbs, more like a tea than anything."
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*also i just realized how weed-like that sounds but it isn't weed*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*Liyu's human form is a courier, Jiia's is a hunter, and Kavo's is a travelling doctor*
A small, lithe figure in a tattered brown coat and scarf walks through the lower streets. They carry a satchel full of brown paper packages, and they stop every so often to give one to a beggar. Their hair is short, sticking out from under their hat, except for two long black braids.
On the outskirts of town, a hunter is stringing her bow. Her hair is short and practical, and she wears a heavy coat. Two dogs lie sleeping peacefully at her feet.
A travelling doctor walks through the streets, the wide brim of his hat obscuring his eyes.
*What’s the Hunter’s passive perception?*
*15*
The hunter hears leaves crunching about 15 feet to her left, but sees nobody there. (If she has some ghost ability like true sight then she sees a slim figure dressed in Oak armor and a wooden Corinthian Helmet)
*she indeed does* The hunter doesn't look up from her work, but the hounds seem to notice the warrior, growling to alert their master. "It's alright, I see them," she reassures the dogs.
The man paused in his tracks. “…wHaT?” He speaks in a Spanish accent. His voice is slightly muffled through the helmet. (I imagine the way he says “what” is quite comedic. Not sure if ghosts laugh tho lmao)
*they do* She laughs, a quiet, rumbling laugh in her chest. "I can see you, armored one. And I would advise against attacking me, if that was your plan."
“Wha- Oh, no, no. I was merely here to scout the area.” He talks very fast. He removed his mask and the invisibility wears off, even though she can already see him. His face is tanned and he has long, curly black hair and a well-trimmed anchor mustache and beard.
"Good. I wasn't in the mood to fight today," she puts down her bow and fishes a pipe from her cloak.
“Do you fight often?” He steps about a foot back from the hounds.
"Not when I can avoid it, but sometimes, the options are slim." She takes a drag on the pipe, releasing a puff of floral-smelling smoke
“Yes, I agree with that.” He looks at the smoke. “Is that good for you?”
"It isn't tobacco." She reaches into her cloak and pulls out a small leather pouch. "It's a blend of herbs, more like a tea than anything."
“Interesting. Who are you?”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
*cut* "I have many names," she puffs on the pipe again. "But you can call me Ina"
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*cut* "I have many names," she puffs on the pipe again. "But you can call me Ina"
“Nice to meet you. That’s my grandmother’s name. I am Bodhi.” He awkwardly waved a little bit.
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
*cut* "I have many names," she puffs on the pipe again. "But you can call me Ina"
“Nice to meet you. That’s my grandmother’s name. I am Bodhi.” He awkwardly waved a little bit.
"Mmm" she nods and puffs on her pipe again. You recall smelling that aroma before. It's similar to the incense offered on shrines.
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*cut* "I have many names," she puffs on the pipe again. "But you can call me Ina"
“Nice to meet you. That’s my grandmother’s name. I am Bodhi.” He awkwardly waved a little bit.
"Mmm" she nods and puffs on her pipe again. You recall smelling that aroma before. It's similar to the incense offered on shrines.
“Hm. Have I smelt that smell before?”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
*redoing because Bananer is not on and I have a limited time*
A figure steps out of the forest, well past the mandated curfew. A newcomer to town. At least, he wears the attire of one. A mix of leather and fabric, it seems to match the tales of the people who live in the uncolonizable land, albeit drenched in salt water and slightly tattered. A crow rests on his shoulder, watching his blind side in exchange for treats. Outside of that, he would seem almost like a normal person. Almost, if not for his slightly sharpened fangs and indents on the head, similar to those of a baby goat. They wear a headdress to try and cover them, but it was torn apart by the same force that damages his outfit.
*introducing Dakota the Forsaken, cursed by the Wendigo spirit*
Bill was on his way to his farm when he spotted the Forsaken. He approaches them. “Hey, mate. You don’t look like you’re from around here. In fact, I think I know exactly where you came from. If I’m right, you might wanna come with me.”
They glimpse over at them, their hand near their belt. They speak in a bit of an accent. “I will, white man, if you answer question. What is this land?”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Yer in New Zealand. In a settlement coming of a great kingdom.”
“New Zealand? What of Old Zealand?”
“Zeeland is in the Netherlands. You’re a long way from home. Across the sea, in fact. I’ve met a few others from your area.”
“And they trust you?” His hand leaves his belt and raises it to shake Bill’s. “The kind white men tell me this is how your people say hello. I am Dakota.”
“My name is William.” Bill shakes his hand firmly. “I run a tavern here, let me get ye something ter drink.”
“Aye. I like your people’s comforts.” He follows them to the tavern.
“Yeah, you’re lucky you’ve find the nice folk. Our land’s been experiencing a little bit of…conflict.” He gestures for Dakota to sit down and have some crackers with hot crab dip.
He scarfs it down quite quick. “Forgive me. I have not had proper food since I snuck on the white men ship.”
*I’ll be back in about an hour, which is what I would have said if I remembered to post this an hour ago*
*redoing because Bananer is not on and I have a limited time*
A figure steps out of the forest, well past the mandated curfew. A newcomer to town. At least, he wears the attire of one. A mix of leather and fabric, it seems to match the tales of the people who live in the uncolonizable land, albeit drenched in salt water and slightly tattered. A crow rests on his shoulder, watching his blind side in exchange for treats. Outside of that, he would seem almost like a normal person. Almost, if not for his slightly sharpened fangs and indents on the head, similar to those of a baby goat. They wear a headdress to try and cover them, but it was torn apart by the same force that damages his outfit.
*introducing Dakota the Forsaken, cursed by the Wendigo spirit*
Bill was on his way to his farm when he spotted the Forsaken. He approaches them. “Hey, mate. You don’t look like you’re from around here. In fact, I think I know exactly where you came from. If I’m right, you might wanna come with me.”
They glimpse over at them, their hand near their belt. They speak in a bit of an accent. “I will, white man, if you answer question. What is this land?”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Yer in New Zealand. In a settlement coming of a great kingdom.”
“New Zealand? What of Old Zealand?”
“Zeeland is in the Netherlands. You’re a long way from home. Across the sea, in fact. I’ve met a few others from your area.”
“And they trust you?” His hand leaves his belt and raises it to shake Bill’s. “The kind white men tell me this is how your people say hello. I am Dakota.”
“My name is William.” Bill shakes his hand firmly. “I run a tavern here, let me get ye something ter drink.”
“Aye. I like your people’s comforts.” He follows them to the tavern.
“Yeah, you’re lucky you’ve find the nice folk. Our land’s been experiencing a little bit of…conflict.” He gestures for Dakota to sit down and have some crackers with hot crab dip.
He scarfs it down quite quick. “Forgive me. I have not had proper food since I snuck on the white men ship.”
*I’ll be back in about an hour, which is what I would have said if I remembered to post this an hour ago*
*That is so real*
”Ah, so that’s how you got here. Whadyou fancy fer a drink?”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
*redoing because Bananer is not on and I have a limited time*
A figure steps out of the forest, well past the mandated curfew. A newcomer to town. At least, he wears the attire of one. A mix of leather and fabric, it seems to match the tales of the people who live in the uncolonizable land, albeit drenched in salt water and slightly tattered. A crow rests on his shoulder, watching his blind side in exchange for treats. Outside of that, he would seem almost like a normal person. Almost, if not for his slightly sharpened fangs and indents on the head, similar to those of a baby goat. They wear a headdress to try and cover them, but it was torn apart by the same force that damages his outfit.
*introducing Dakota the Forsaken, cursed by the Wendigo spirit*
Bill was on his way to his farm when he spotted the Forsaken. He approaches them. “Hey, mate. You don’t look like you’re from around here. In fact, I think I know exactly where you came from. If I’m right, you might wanna come with me.”
They glimpse over at them, their hand near their belt. They speak in a bit of an accent. “I will, white man, if you answer question. What is this land?”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Yer in New Zealand. In a settlement coming of a great kingdom.”
“New Zealand? What of Old Zealand?”
“Zeeland is in the Netherlands. You’re a long way from home. Across the sea, in fact. I’ve met a few others from your area.”
“And they trust you?” His hand leaves his belt and raises it to shake Bill’s. “The kind white men tell me this is how your people say hello. I am Dakota.”
“My name is William.” Bill shakes his hand firmly. “I run a tavern here, let me get ye something ter drink.”
“Aye. I like your people’s comforts.” He follows them to the tavern.
“Yeah, you’re lucky you’ve find the nice folk. Our land’s been experiencing a little bit of…conflict.” He gestures for Dakota to sit down and have some crackers with hot crab dip.
He scarfs it down quite quick. “Forgive me. I have not had proper food since I snuck on the white men ship.”
*I’ll be back in about an hour, which is what I would have said if I remembered to post this an hour ago*
*That is so real*
”Ah, so that’s how you got here. Whadyou fancy fer a drink?”
"The white men spoke of ale. I wonder its... What is your word for that which this does?" He points to his tongue.
”Tastes. I’ll get you an ale on the house.” He fills up a frothing mug of cool ale for Dakota. “Do you have alcohol where you come from?”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
”Tastes. I’ll get you an ale on the house.” He fills up a frothing mug of cool ale for Dakota. “Do you have alcohol where you come from?”
"Thank you. If we do, I know not our peoples name of it." He takes a small sip of the beverage.
If he’s had alcohol, then he knows that this is good alcohol. If he hasn’t, then he doesn’t really see the appeal of the drink.
He coughs a bit at the taste. “Tastes like the drinks my people use in… parties, I think is the word. Much stronger, if that is good word to use.” (Also, correction. It’s not a crow on his shoulder. It was a falcon.)
“Yes, I agree with that.” He looks at the smoke. “Is that good for you?”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
"It isn't tobacco." She reaches into her cloak and pulls out a small leather pouch. "It's a blend of herbs, more like a tea than anything."
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*also i just realized how weed-like that sounds but it isn't weed*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
“Interesting. Who are you?”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
*cut*
"I have many names," she puffs on the pipe again. "But you can call me Ina"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
“Nice to meet you. That’s my grandmother’s name. I am Bodhi.” He awkwardly waved a little bit.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
"Mmm" she nods and puffs on her pipe again. You recall smelling that aroma before. It's similar to the incense offered on shrines.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
“Hm. Have I smelt that smell before?”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
He scarfs it down quite quick. “Forgive me. I have not had proper food since I snuck on the white men ship.”
*I’ll be back in about an hour, which is what I would have said if I remembered to post this an hour ago*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*That is so real*
”Ah, so that’s how you got here. Whadyou fancy fer a drink?”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
"The white men spoke of ale. I wonder its... What is your word for that which this does?" He points to his tongue.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*cut*
”Tastes. I’ll get you an ale on the house.” He fills up a frothing mug of cool ale for Dakota. “Do you have alcohol where you come from?”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
"Thank you. If we do, I know not our peoples name of it." He takes a small sip of the beverage.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
If he’s had alcohol, then he knows that this is good alcohol. If he hasn’t, then he doesn’t really see the appeal of the drink.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
He coughs a bit at the taste. “Tastes like the drinks my people use in… parties, I think is the word. Much stronger, if that is good word to use.” (Also, correction. It’s not a crow on his shoulder. It was a falcon.)
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*hello, darlings!*
*hello, Archfey who is friendly.*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*hello, Drakenbrine! How are you?*
*Great. Cannot currently rp though because of an irl event. You?*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*I’m great! Super inspired right now!*