Greg has made his way back to the house on top of the hill, and after toying with the oven to find that he can only adjust the heat remotely with his power, which is borderline useless, he went outside to try and do some pull-ups on one of the firm branches of the decaying trees, thinking that he may as well try and get in shape so he can enjoy near-eternity, but only got a few in before he ran out of energy. Keeled over and leaning on the trunk, he breathes in and mutters 'God...at least I've got time to get better at that...'
Devin is sitting outside of the house, next to his grave. He has somehow changed his clothes, and is wearing a sunshine t-shirt with black pants. He still has bullet holes all over his body. He nods to Greg. “Hello there.”
Greg looks up and says 'Hey.' He looks across the bullet holes on Devin's body and muses 'Looks like I've got competition,' in relation to the singular wound over his own heart, though from that hole a spiderweb of cracks and fractures cover his body.
“Yeah. The people who killed me were overzealous. I’m Devin.”
Greg smiles at this. He gets up and puts a hand out. 'Greg. Nice to meetcha.' He looks down at Devin's shirt and smirks, saying 'It's a little ironic that you wound up here with that on, seein' as this place really is the opposite of sunshine and rainbows.'
“Oh. I just wanted this place to be a bit more cheery, so I figured out how to put on new clothes. It’s easy, really, for me, I just have to visualize them on me. At least that’s how it is for myself.”
'Damn, that easy, huh? I pretty much lived in this damn hoodie, so a change wouldn't be too bad.' He scrunches up his face and thinks, though there isn't any change. He sighs and says 'Welp, guess I'm sticking with this.'
He shrugs. “Could be because of my powers, but I don’t know how that would work. Apparently, there are different universes here. What universe are you from?”
Greg shrugs and says 'Pfft, I dunno. Can't say my world was anything special. Everyone had powers like usual, but I lived in a big city where people with all different types of powers could live together, called San Fuerza. The place dealt me nothing but dirt though, which is why I joined a force of freedom fighters to try and uncover the secrets behind it all and yeah, ended up here after our raid on a power plant went wrong.'
[The players in the San Fuerza thread were canonically trying to take down a plan to reset the universe, but this was only discovered after Greg's death, and since the thread died before they could, my view is that the party were too late and that San Fuerza actually did end up getting reset lol]
“Woah, so it is true! I come from, well, a world called Earth where a lot of other people are from. Apparently there are a lot of different versions of Earth, and I’m from one called the DAO. I have these shadow powers and I was trapped in a facility… I tried to escape but some enemies killed me. I was trying to make a base for Anomalies, my kind of people, so they could be free, safe, and able to leave.”
*Devin never canonically died, but the rest of this is true.*
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
*frosted glass guild. Hello, darlings. I bet you were all begging for me to arrive~* *ahem-*
A man is sharpening his axe. Well, more like a legend. Cyvus Thornweaver stands at the grindstone, 6'3, broad shouldered, and old. He's a century and some old, maybe even older, a tough white tigerman. A great general of the war. His mythical armor is nearby on a stand, oddly draconic, steel, silver coated, and gilded with gold on the edges. He holds himself with confidence, muscles nearly tearing out of his clothes. His only visible flaw is the age in his face, and the cut across his right eye, leaving it grey and blind, the other one blue.
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Fanny is messing around the kitchen, talking to Souls and Mourners, trying to craft a new recipe.
Chase stumbles up to Fanny. “What are you doing? We should be trying to escape, to come back to life!”
“You a new Soul?”
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Fanny is messing around the kitchen, talking to Souls and Mourners, trying to craft a new recipe.
Chase stumbles up to Fanny. “What are you doing? We should be trying to escape, to come back to life!”
“You a new Soul?”
“Yeah!”
*gtg*
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
*frosted glass guild. Hello, darlings. I bet you were all begging for me to arrive~* *ahem-*
A man is sharpening his axe. Well, more like a legend. Cyvus Thornweaver stands at the grindstone, 6'3, broad shouldered, and old. He's a century and some old, maybe even older, a tough white tigerman. A great general of the war. His mythical armor is nearby on a stand, oddly draconic, steel, silver coated, and gilded with gold on the edges. He holds himself with confidence, muscles nearly tearing out of his clothes. His only visible flaw is the age in his face, and the cut across his right eye, leaving it grey and blind, the other one blue.
A comparatively short elf approaches him, clearly unimpressed. “What happened there?” She asks, gesturing towards his right eye.
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Fanny is messing around the kitchen, talking to Souls and Mourners, trying to craft a new recipe.
Chase stumbles up to Fanny. “What are you doing? We should be trying to escape, to come back to life!”
“You a new Soul?”
“Yeah!”
*gtg*
“Ah. Well, let me give you the rundown. I’m Fanny, one of the old timers here. One could call me a sort of staff member here. You can’t come back to life, and living forever isn’t all that great, let me tell you. I know you probably left someone behind when you left, but time warps here, so…” She smiles apologetically, “I know this is probably hard to hear.”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
*frosted glass guild. Hello, darlings. I bet you were all begging for me to arrive~* *ahem-*
A man is sharpening his axe. Well, more like a legend. Cyvus Thornweaver stands at the grindstone, 6'3, broad shouldered, and old. He's a century and some old, maybe even older, a tough white tigerman. A great general of the war. His mythical armor is nearby on a stand, oddly draconic, steel, silver coated, and gilded with gold on the edges. He holds himself with confidence, muscles nearly tearing out of his clothes. His only visible flaw is the age in his face, and the cut across his right eye, leaving it grey and blind, the other one blue.
A comparatively short elf approaches him, clearly unimpressed. “What happened there?” She asks, gesturing towards his right eye.
"That's no way to greet your elders." He says simply, taking a second to analyze his axe. It's not good enough, clearly, as he continues to sharpen it. "Would you like to ask again, properly?"
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*frosted glass guild. Hello, darlings. I bet you were all begging for me to arrive~* *ahem-*
A man is sharpening his axe. Well, more like a legend. Cyvus Thornweaver stands at the grindstone, 6'3, broad shouldered, and old. He's a century and some old, maybe even older, a tough white tigerman. A great general of the war. His mythical armor is nearby on a stand, oddly draconic, steel, silver coated, and gilded with gold on the edges. He holds himself with confidence, muscles nearly tearing out of his clothes. His only visible flaw is the age in his face, and the cut across his right eye, leaving it grey and blind, the other one blue.
A comparatively short elf approaches him, clearly unimpressed. “What happened there?” She asks, gesturing towards his right eye.
"That's no way to greet your elders." He says simply, taking a second to analyze his axe. It's not good enough, clearly, as he continues to sharpen it. "Would you like to ask again, properly?"
“In this place, I’m more of an elder than you.”
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
*frosted glass guild. Hello, darlings. I bet you were all begging for me to arrive~* *ahem-*
A man is sharpening his axe. Well, more like a legend. Cyvus Thornweaver stands at the grindstone, 6'3, broad shouldered, and old. He's a century and some old, maybe even older, a tough white tigerman. A great general of the war. His mythical armor is nearby on a stand, oddly draconic, steel, silver coated, and gilded with gold on the edges. He holds himself with confidence, muscles nearly tearing out of his clothes. His only visible flaw is the age in his face, and the cut across his right eye, leaving it grey and blind, the other one blue.
A comparatively short elf approaches him, clearly unimpressed. “What happened there?” She asks, gesturing towards his right eye.
"That's no way to greet your elders." He says simply, taking a second to analyze his axe. It's not good enough, clearly, as he continues to sharpen it. "Would you like to ask again, properly?"
“In this place, I’m more of an elder than you.”
"I see. You're one of the dead ones, or something? Still, quite rude to ask plainly what happened to my eye."
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*frosted glass guild. Hello, darlings. I bet you were all begging for me to arrive~* *ahem-*
A man is sharpening his axe. Well, more like a legend. Cyvus Thornweaver stands at the grindstone, 6'3, broad shouldered, and old. He's a century and some old, maybe even older, a tough white tigerman. A great general of the war. His mythical armor is nearby on a stand, oddly draconic, steel, silver coated, and gilded with gold on the edges. He holds himself with confidence, muscles nearly tearing out of his clothes. His only visible flaw is the age in his face, and the cut across his right eye, leaving it grey and blind, the other one blue.
A comparatively short elf approaches him, clearly unimpressed. “What happened there?” She asks, gesturing towards his right eye.
"That's no way to greet your elders." He says simply, taking a second to analyze his axe. It's not good enough, clearly, as he continues to sharpen it. "Would you like to ask again, properly?"
“In this place, I’m more of an elder than you.”
"I see. You're one of the dead ones, or something? Still, quite rude to ask plainly what happened to my eye."
She tilts her head, “Are you not? Wait, don’t tell me, you’re one of the infamous Soul Hunters or some nonsense, and I should have recognized you and respect your legacy. Would you prefer I dance around the point?”
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
*frosted glass guild. Hello, darlings. I bet you were all begging for me to arrive~* *ahem-*
A man is sharpening his axe. Well, more like a legend. Cyvus Thornweaver stands at the grindstone, 6'3, broad shouldered, and old. He's a century and some old, maybe even older, a tough white tigerman. A great general of the war. His mythical armor is nearby on a stand, oddly draconic, steel, silver coated, and gilded with gold on the edges. He holds himself with confidence, muscles nearly tearing out of his clothes. His only visible flaw is the age in his face, and the cut across his right eye, leaving it grey and blind, the other one blue.
A comparatively short elf approaches him, clearly unimpressed. “What happened there?” She asks, gesturing towards his right eye.
"That's no way to greet your elders." He says simply, taking a second to analyze his axe. It's not good enough, clearly, as he continues to sharpen it. "Would you like to ask again, properly?"
“In this place, I’m more of an elder than you.”
"I see. You're one of the dead ones, or something? Still, quite rude to ask plainly what happened to my eye."
She tilts her head, “Are you not? Wait, don’t tell me, you’re one of the infamous Soul Hunters or some nonsense, and I should have recognized you and respect your legacy. Would you prefer I dance around the point?”
"You should have recognized me, I think. I suppose I am quite far from home. Whatever. I've let my pride get to me in my old age." he puts his axe on his back, holding out a great paw to her for her to shake. "Cyvus Thornweaver." Roll for history.
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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*frosted glass guild. Hello, darlings. I bet you were all begging for me to arrive~* *ahem-*
A man is sharpening his axe. Well, more like a legend. Cyvus Thornweaver stands at the grindstone, 6'3, broad shouldered, and old. He's a century and some old, maybe even older, a tough white tigerman. A great general of the war. His mythical armor is nearby on a stand, oddly draconic, steel, silver coated, and gilded with gold on the edges. He holds himself with confidence, muscles nearly tearing out of his clothes. His only visible flaw is the age in his face, and the cut across his right eye, leaving it grey and blind, the other one blue.
Devin, a young sixteen year old boy, is standing next to his grave, trying to eat some food. He fails miserably and groans. “Hungry… so hungry…”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
*frosted glass guild. Hello, darlings. I bet you were all begging for me to arrive~* *ahem-*
A man is sharpening his axe. Well, more like a legend. Cyvus Thornweaver stands at the grindstone, 6'3, broad shouldered, and old. He's a century and some old, maybe even older, a tough white tigerman. A great general of the war. His mythical armor is nearby on a stand, oddly draconic, steel, silver coated, and gilded with gold on the edges. He holds himself with confidence, muscles nearly tearing out of his clothes. His only visible flaw is the age in his face, and the cut across his right eye, leaving it grey and blind, the other one blue.
Devin, a young sixteen year old boy, is standing next to his grave, trying to eat some food. He fails miserably and groans. “Hungry… so hungry…”
"What's the matter with you?" Cyvus asks, not unkindly, but a bit blunt.
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*frosted glass guild. Hello, darlings. I bet you were all begging for me to arrive~* *ahem-*
A man is sharpening his axe. Well, more like a legend. Cyvus Thornweaver stands at the grindstone, 6'3, broad shouldered, and old. He's a century and some old, maybe even older, a tough white tigerman. A great general of the war. His mythical armor is nearby on a stand, oddly draconic, steel, silver coated, and gilded with gold on the edges. He holds himself with confidence, muscles nearly tearing out of his clothes. His only visible flaw is the age in his face, and the cut across his right eye, leaving it grey and blind, the other one blue.
Devin, a young sixteen year old boy, is standing next to his grave, trying to eat some food. He fails miserably and groans. “Hungry… so hungry…”
"What's the matter with you?" Cyvus asks, not unkindly, but a bit blunt.
“I can’t eat and I was starving before I died… and I can’t eat now!”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
*frosted glass guild. Hello, darlings. I bet you were all begging for me to arrive~* *ahem-*
A man is sharpening his axe. Well, more like a legend. Cyvus Thornweaver stands at the grindstone, 6'3, broad shouldered, and old. He's a century and some old, maybe even older, a tough white tigerman. A great general of the war. His mythical armor is nearby on a stand, oddly draconic, steel, silver coated, and gilded with gold on the edges. He holds himself with confidence, muscles nearly tearing out of his clothes. His only visible flaw is the age in his face, and the cut across his right eye, leaving it grey and blind, the other one blue.
Devin, a young sixteen year old boy, is standing next to his grave, trying to eat some food. He fails miserably and groans. “Hungry… so hungry…”
"What's the matter with you?" Cyvus asks, not unkindly, but a bit blunt.
“I can’t eat and I was starving before I died… and I can’t eat now!”
"Didn't know that about undead folks. Wish I could help."
*does have a physical presence? Like, can he be touched? (not that way I swear)*
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*frosted glass guild. Hello, darlings. I bet you were all begging for me to arrive~* *ahem-*
A man is sharpening his axe. Well, more like a legend. Cyvus Thornweaver stands at the grindstone, 6'3, broad shouldered, and old. He's a century and some old, maybe even older, a tough white tigerman. A great general of the war. His mythical armor is nearby on a stand, oddly draconic, steel, silver coated, and gilded with gold on the edges. He holds himself with confidence, muscles nearly tearing out of his clothes. His only visible flaw is the age in his face, and the cut across his right eye, leaving it grey and blind, the other one blue.
Devin, a young sixteen year old boy, is standing next to his grave, trying to eat some food. He fails miserably and groans. “Hungry… so hungry…”
"What's the matter with you?" Cyvus asks, not unkindly, but a bit blunt.
“I can’t eat and I was starving before I died… and I can’t eat now!”
"Didn't know that about undead folks. Wish I could help."
*does have a physical presence? Like, can he be touched? (not that way I swear)*
*No, not by anything but ghosts.*
“You’re not dead?”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
"No, sadly." He hurls his axe through Devin, and it sinks into a tree. "There we go, finally she's back to her old glory"
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"No, sadly." He hurls his axe through Devin, and it sinks into a tree. "There we go, finally she's back to her old glory"
“How are you here, then?”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
“Woah, so it is true! I come from, well, a world called Earth where a lot of other people are from. Apparently there are a lot of different versions of Earth, and I’m from one called the DAO. I have these shadow powers and I was trapped in a facility… I tried to escape but some enemies killed me. I was trying to make a base for Anomalies, my kind of people, so they could be free, safe, and able to leave.”
*Devin never canonically died, but the rest of this is true.*
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
*frosted glass guild. Hello, darlings. I bet you were all begging for me to arrive~*
*ahem-*
A man is sharpening his axe. Well, more like a legend. Cyvus Thornweaver stands at the grindstone, 6'3, broad shouldered, and old. He's a century and some old, maybe even older, a tough white tigerman. A great general of the war. His mythical armor is nearby on a stand, oddly draconic, steel, silver coated, and gilded with gold on the edges. He holds himself with confidence, muscles nearly tearing out of his clothes. His only visible flaw is the age in his face, and the cut across his right eye, leaving it grey and blind, the other one blue.
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
“You a new Soul?”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
“Yeah!”
*gtg*
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
A comparatively short elf approaches him, clearly unimpressed. “What happened there?” She asks, gesturing towards his right eye.
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
“Ah. Well, let me give you the rundown. I’m Fanny, one of the old timers here. One could call me a sort of staff member here. You can’t come back to life, and living forever isn’t all that great, let me tell you. I know you probably left someone behind when you left, but time warps here, so…” She smiles apologetically, “I know this is probably hard to hear.”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
"That's no way to greet your elders." He says simply, taking a second to analyze his axe. It's not good enough, clearly, as he continues to sharpen it. "Would you like to ask again, properly?"
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
“In this place, I’m more of an elder than you.”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
"I see. You're one of the dead ones, or something? Still, quite rude to ask plainly what happened to my eye."
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
She tilts her head, “Are you not? Wait, don’t tell me, you’re one of the infamous Soul Hunters or some nonsense, and I should have recognized you and respect your legacy. Would you prefer I dance around the point?”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
"You should have recognized me, I think. I suppose I am quite far from home. Whatever. I've let my pride get to me in my old age." he puts his axe on his back, holding out a great paw to her for her to shake. "Cyvus Thornweaver."
Roll for history.
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*I have returned.*
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
*I posted an intro above*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
Devin, a young sixteen year old boy, is standing next to his grave, trying to eat some food. He fails miserably and groans. “Hungry… so hungry…”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
"What's the matter with you?" Cyvus asks, not unkindly, but a bit blunt.
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
“I can’t eat and I was starving before I died… and I can’t eat now!”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
"Didn't know that about undead folks. Wish I could help."
*does have a physical presence? Like, can he be touched? (not that way I swear)*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*No, not by anything but ghosts.*
“You’re not dead?”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
"No, sadly." He hurls his axe through Devin, and it sinks into a tree. "There we go, finally she's back to her old glory"
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
“How are you here, then?”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!