An eighteen year old boy stands at the bottom of a hill in the Graveyard. He wears a white lab coat, stained with something red-dye, blood, juice, hopefully juice, and is carrying a jar with a small wispy figure inside of it. His hair is brown, and it moves with the wind, and he wears a pair of foggy round glasses. He also wears a black cape that flutters wildly, and has a rat with reddish eyes perched on his shoulder.
*arch has the leader of the Soulhunters, we really need to get them on here*
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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
An eighteen year old boy stands at the bottom of a hill in the Graveyard. He wears a white lab coat, stained with something red-dye, blood, juice, hopefully juice, and is carrying a jar with a small wispy figure inside of it. His hair is brown, and it moves with the wind, and he wears a pair of foggy round glasses. He also wears a black cape that flutters wildly, and has a rat with reddish eyes perched on his shoulder.
*arch has the leader of the Soulhunters, we really need to get them on here*
*Yes please! RP with mine for now? I’m thinking he’s some kind of scientist who captures souls to experiment on them and has no moral compass whatsoever.*
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
"It is not your fault. The burden is mine alone to bear."
“It’s not your fault either.”
"Aye, it is.."
“No it’s not. It was a small incident. It was the person who killed her’s fault for her dying.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
"It is not your fault. The burden is mine alone to bear."
“It’s not your fault either.”
"Aye, it is.."
“No it’s not. It was a small incident. It was the person who killed her’s fault for her dying.”
"I suppose. He did not survive very long after that, though."
“You killed him?”
*Want to rp with my new character?*
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
An eighteen year old boy stands at the bottom of a hill in the Graveyard. He wears a white lab coat, stained with something red-dye, blood, juice, hopefully juice, and is carrying a jar with a small wispy figure inside of it. His hair is brown, and it moves with the wind, and he wears a pair of foggy round glasses. He also wears a black cape that flutters wildly, and has a rat with reddish eyes perched on his shoulder.
*arch has the leader of the Soulhunters, we really need to get them on here*
*Yes please! RP with mine for now? I’m thinking he’s some kind of scientist who captures souls to experiment on them and has no moral compass whatsoever.*
Fanny approaches the boy, “You’re one of them, aren’t 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
An eighteen year old boy stands at the bottom of a hill in the Graveyard. He wears a white lab coat, stained with something red-dye, blood, juice, hopefully juice, and is carrying a jar with a small wispy figure inside of it. His hair is brown, and it moves with the wind, and he wears a pair of foggy round glasses. He also wears a black cape that flutters wildly, and has a rat with reddish eyes perched on his shoulder.
*arch has the leader of the Soulhunters, we really need to get them on here*
*Yes please! RP with mine for now? I’m thinking he’s some kind of scientist who captures souls to experiment on them and has no moral compass whatsoever.*
Fanny approaches the boy, “You’re one of them, aren’t you.”
“One of the soul hunters? Yes. I am.” He smiles at her charmingly. “And you, my friend, would make an excellent edition to my collection. Don’t you agree, my dear?” He asks the jar in his hand. It bangs violently on the jar.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
An eighteen year old boy stands at the bottom of a hill in the Graveyard. He wears a white lab coat, stained with something red-dye, blood, juice, hopefully juice, and is carrying a jar with a small wispy figure inside of it. His hair is brown, and it moves with the wind, and he wears a pair of foggy round glasses. He also wears a black cape that flutters wildly, and has a rat with reddish eyes perched on his shoulder.
*arch has the leader of the Soulhunters, we really need to get them on here*
*Yes please! RP with mine for now? I’m thinking he’s some kind of scientist who captures souls to experiment on them and has no moral compass whatsoever.*
Fanny approaches the boy, “You’re one of them, aren’t you.”
“One of the soul hunters? Yes. I am.” He smiles at her charmingly. “And you, my friend, would make an excellent edition to my collection. Don’t you agree, my dear?” He asks the jar in his hand. It bangs violently on the jar.
“Good luck fitting me in a jar, sweetheart,” Fanny says wryly, “As for you, I don’t like Soulhunters taking my charges.”
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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
"It is not your fault. The burden is mine alone to bear."
“It’s not your fault either.”
"Aye, it is.."
“No it’s not. It was a small incident. It was the person who killed her’s fault for her dying.”
"I suppose. He did not survive very long after that, though."
“You killed him?”
*Want to rp with my new character?*
"Aye. What else does one do when their wife is killed?"
*ehh I need to make a new one first.*
“Mourn for a bit and then forgive the person?”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
An eighteen year old boy stands at the bottom of a hill in the Graveyard. He wears a white lab coat, stained with something red-dye, blood, juice, hopefully juice, and is carrying a jar with a small wispy figure inside of it. His hair is brown, and it moves with the wind, and he wears a pair of foggy round glasses. He also wears a black cape that flutters wildly, and has a rat with reddish eyes perched on his shoulder.
*arch has the leader of the Soulhunters, we really need to get them on here*
*Yes please! RP with mine for now? I’m thinking he’s some kind of scientist who captures souls to experiment on them and has no moral compass whatsoever.*
Fanny approaches the boy, “You’re one of them, aren’t you.”
“One of the soul hunters? Yes. I am.” He smiles at her charmingly. “And you, my friend, would make an excellent edition to my collection. Don’t you agree, my dear?” He asks the jar in his hand. It bangs violently on the jar.
“Good luck fitting me in a jar, sweetheart,” Fanny says wryly, “As for you, I don’t like Soulhunters taking my charges.”
“Ah, I’ll just have to find a bigger way to contain you. Know any souls big enough to fit in this jar?” He asks, showing her a large jar the size of his head.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
"No. Stupid way of thinking. You fight back, take revenge for what was lost. Which is how wars are fought. And won."
*Ooooh what if I brought my one DAO boy here??*
“That’s not how it worked on earth.”
*Who was he?*
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
An eighteen year old boy stands at the bottom of a hill in the Graveyard. He wears a white lab coat, stained with something red-dye, blood, juice, hopefully juice, and is carrying a jar with a small wispy figure inside of it. His hair is brown, and it moves with the wind, and he wears a pair of foggy round glasses. He also wears a black cape that flutters wildly, and has a rat with reddish eyes perched on his shoulder.
*arch has the leader of the Soulhunters, we really need to get them on here*
*Yes please! RP with mine for now? I’m thinking he’s some kind of scientist who captures souls to experiment on them and has no moral compass whatsoever.*
Fanny approaches the boy, “You’re one of them, aren’t you.”
“One of the soul hunters? Yes. I am.” He smiles at her charmingly. “And you, my friend, would make an excellent edition to my collection. Don’t you agree, my dear?” He asks the jar in his hand. It bangs violently on the jar.
“Good luck fitting me in a jar, sweetheart,” Fanny says wryly, “As for you, I don’t like Soulhunters taking my charges.”
“Ah, I’ll just have to find a bigger way to contain you. Know any souls big enough to fit in this jar?” He asks, showing her a large jar the size of his head.
“Love, I’m a Mourner and I’ve been here long enough that you won’t be able to just trap me. *arch has some fun conspiracies the Soulhunters believe about Fanny and the Graveyard* But, you think I’m going to let you, let alone help you, torture those I watch over?”
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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
An eighteen year old boy stands at the bottom of a hill in the Graveyard. He wears a white lab coat, stained with something red-dye, blood, juice, hopefully juice, and is carrying a jar with a small wispy figure inside of it. His hair is brown, and it moves with the wind, and he wears a pair of foggy round glasses. He also wears a black cape that flutters wildly, and has a rat with reddish eyes perched on his shoulder.
*arch has the leader of the Soulhunters, we really need to get them on here*
*Yes please! RP with mine for now? I’m thinking he’s some kind of scientist who captures souls to experiment on them and has no moral compass whatsoever.*
Fanny approaches the boy, “You’re one of them, aren’t you.”
“One of the soul hunters? Yes. I am.” He smiles at her charmingly. “And you, my friend, would make an excellent edition to my collection. Don’t you agree, my dear?” He asks the jar in his hand. It bangs violently on the jar.
“Good luck fitting me in a jar, sweetheart,” Fanny says wryly, “As for you, I don’t like Soulhunters taking my charges.”
“Ah, I’ll just have to find a bigger way to contain you. Know any souls big enough to fit in this jar?” He asks, showing her a large jar the size of his head.
“Love, I’m a Mourner and I’ve been here long enough that you won’t be able to just trap me. *arch has some fun conspiracies the Soulhunters believe about Fanny and the Graveyard* But, you think I’m going to let you, let alone help you, torture those I watch over?”
“Torture? I’m just experimenting on them. After my successful experiment with controlling rats, I’ve decided that next I’ll control a more powerful force-ghosts.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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.
"No. Stupid way of thinking. You fight back, take revenge for what was lost. Which is how wars are fought. And won."
*Ooooh what if I brought my one DAO boy here??*
“That’s not how it worked on earth.”
*Who was he?*
"You do know I am not from your earth, yes?"
*lil goober. gay Twink, turned into a fox. Not much unlike Tekka. Speaking of, is vinstreb still a thing?*
“Earth had a fairer law system.”
*A little bit, people still rp there sometimes. Reached 200, happy.*
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
An eighteen year old boy stands at the bottom of a hill in the Graveyard. He wears a white lab coat, stained with something red-dye, blood, juice, hopefully juice, and is carrying a jar with a small wispy figure inside of it. His hair is brown, and it moves with the wind, and he wears a pair of foggy round glasses. He also wears a black cape that flutters wildly, and has a rat with reddish eyes perched on his shoulder.
*arch has the leader of the Soulhunters, we really need to get them on here*
*Yes please! RP with mine for now? I’m thinking he’s some kind of scientist who captures souls to experiment on them and has no moral compass whatsoever.*
Fanny approaches the boy, “You’re one of them, aren’t you.”
“One of the soul hunters? Yes. I am.” He smiles at her charmingly. “And you, my friend, would make an excellent edition to my collection. Don’t you agree, my dear?” He asks the jar in his hand. It bangs violently on the jar.
“Good luck fitting me in a jar, sweetheart,” Fanny says wryly, “As for you, I don’t like Soulhunters taking my charges.”
“Ah, I’ll just have to find a bigger way to contain you. Know any souls big enough to fit in this jar?” He asks, showing her a large jar the size of his head.
“Love, I’m a Mourner and I’ve been here long enough that you won’t be able to just trap me. *arch has some fun conspiracies the Soulhunters believe about Fanny and the Graveyard* But, you think I’m going to let you, let alone help you, torture those I watch over?”
“Torture? I’m just experimenting on them. After my successful experiment with controlling rats, I’ve decided that next I’ll control a more powerful force-ghosts.”
“If you’re looking for ghosts, you won’t find them here. We only have Souls, I don’t like ghosts, they’re annoying. Always mounting about one thing or another”
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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
*arch has the leader of the Soulhunters, we really need to get them on here*
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
*Yes please! RP with mine for now? I’m thinking he’s some kind of scientist who captures souls to experiment on them and has no moral compass whatsoever.*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
“No it’s not. It was a small incident. It was the person who killed her’s fault for her dying.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
“You killed him?”
*Want to rp with my new character?*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
Fanny approaches the boy, “You’re one of them, aren’t 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
“One of the soul hunters? Yes. I am.” He smiles at her charmingly. “And you, my friend, would make an excellent edition to my collection. Don’t you agree, my dear?” He asks the jar in his hand. It bangs violently on the jar.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
“Good luck fitting me in a jar, sweetheart,” Fanny says wryly, “As for you, I don’t like Soulhunters taking my charges.”
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
“Mourn for a bit and then forgive the person?”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
“Ah, I’ll just have to find a bigger way to contain you. Know any souls big enough to fit in this jar?” He asks, showing her a large jar the size of his head.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
“That’s not how it worked on earth.”
*Who was he?*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
“Love, I’m a Mourner and I’ve been here long enough that you won’t be able to just trap me. *arch has some fun conspiracies the Soulhunters believe about Fanny and the Graveyard* But, you think I’m going to let you, let alone help you, torture those I watch over?”
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
“Torture? I’m just experimenting on them. After my successful experiment with controlling rats, I’ve decided that next I’ll control a more powerful force-ghosts.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
*wait, I just remembered a dead thread me and tarasque did 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.
“Earth had a fairer law system.”
*A little bit, people still rp there sometimes. Reached 200, happy.*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
“If you’re looking for ghosts, you won’t find them here. We only have Souls, I don’t like ghosts, they’re annoying. Always mounting about one thing or another”
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