*Mal and Chara will sign up, so let's rp soon, not now tho.*
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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.
*Yes :) I’m the only bartender at the moment, I’ll be on later so we can rp the interaction but if you want to post the name and sheet/statblock of the level for me here I can add it to my list. Or you can PM it to me.*
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A small, glowing teal ooze is sitting in a back alley.
a half-elf woman in gleaming silver armor, her hair in a long braid walks by, cleaning her sword
The ooze tries to inch further into the alley, but knocks over some trash, causing a comically loud noise.
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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)
A small, glowing teal ooze is sitting in a back alley.
a half-elf woman in gleaming silver armor, her hair in a long braid walks by, cleaning her sword
The ooze tries to inch further into the alley, but knocks over some trash, causing a comically loud noise.
her ears twitch, and she looks down the alley. she stops cleaning her sword. "hunh?"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
A small, glowing teal ooze is sitting in a back alley.
a half-elf woman in gleaming silver armor, her hair in a long braid walks by, cleaning her sword
The ooze tries to inch further into the alley, but knocks over some trash, causing a comically loud noise.
her ears twitch, and she looks down the alley. she stops cleaning her sword. "hunh?"
She can clearly see a small glob of ooze. It seems to be trying to slip through a crack in the wall, but it cannot fit, due to the many items contained inside its slime.
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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)
A small, glowing teal ooze is sitting in a back alley.
a half-elf woman in gleaming silver armor, her hair in a long braid walks by, cleaning her sword
The ooze tries to inch further into the alley, but knocks over some trash, causing a comically loud noise.
her ears twitch, and she looks down the alley. she stops cleaning her sword. "hunh?"
She can clearly see a small glob of ooze. It seems to be trying to slip through a crack in the wall, but it cannot fit, due to the many items contained inside its slime.
"...hello?"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
A small, glowing teal ooze is sitting in a back alley.
a half-elf woman in gleaming silver armor, her hair in a long braid walks by, cleaning her sword
The ooze tries to inch further into the alley, but knocks over some trash, causing a comically loud noise.
her ears twitch, and she looks down the alley. she stops cleaning her sword. "hunh?"
She can clearly see a small glob of ooze. It seems to be trying to slip through a crack in the wall, but it cannot fit, due to the many items contained inside its slime.
"...hello?"
The slime tentatively raises a pseudopod and waves.
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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)
Sitting on and covering at the very least a third of the bar space, a figure laughs heartily, chatting with anyone walking by with an overall friendly demeanor. He smiles, fanged teeth shining in the limited light a perfect white, almost seeming to glimmer in their luster. They lay fully onto the bar, seeming to have some sort of conversation going on with the bartender, visible blush ridden through his tanned skin, looking at least somewhat tipsy. His red hair spills out across the bartop, long bright scarlet locks forming slight curls going in each and every direction, still somehow seeming to frame his smile even while completely disorganized. He adjusts his glasses, a thin gold frame with perfectly circular tinted red lenses hiding his eyes, though peeking out seem to be some sort of deep silver eyes, the irises seeming slightly inhuman, but not perfectly obvious as to what. He brushes a closed fist around his collarbone, messing his already messy collar up further - emblematic of the rest of his outfit, the same scarlet mess that is his hair defining the majority of the color across his body, from the his suit jacket to his pants. The only color breaks to the bright red equivalent of a disco ball being the gold rings around his fingers--accompanied by matching earrings--his black button-up undershirt, and the silver that peaks out around his feet. The gleam of metal shines through around the bottom of the presumed barfly's pants, seeming to be some kind of armor below the suit, protecting his shins and the tops of his feet, the majority of the rest of his visible legs and feet wrapped in white bandage. His legs cross one over the other, his feet just barely off the bar, directly next to a sign that seems to be installed officially, reading "A third glance at my merchandise will start to cost you extra. Unless you're cute. -Kilra".
At an entirely unrelated time, a figure squeaks through the tavern doors, head clonking ungracefully against them as they do. With an undignified "ow" they rub their head, pushing almost perfectly straight black hair out from their face, a seemingly natural chunk of white hair near their left eye falling into place, framing their face fully, while also seemingly to match the large scar that runs parallel to it down their left eye, leaving it as a cloudy white remnant of whatever it was before. Their opposing eye appears undamaged, with a piercing crimson iris accentuating their mildly perturbed glare, neutral frown remaining plastered on their expression. Splotched around their right cheekbone, a cloud-like patch of vitiligo is visible, swirling much as it does at a few other points around their face, though none else quite as large. They rise in place after fitting through the door, rising up substantially taller than the average person, nearing something around 10 feet at a glance, with a cool, milk chocolate colored skin covered from neck to toe in matte black plate, seeming bulkier than standard armor, thicker perhaps. Their armor is asymmetrical by design, a flat pauldron on their right, with the opposite covered in large spikes like horns, reaching out and curling towards their head. The rest of their armor is spiked, rigid, and overall very robust, though with a closer look, there seems to be some sort of embroidery running across it, vine-like designs running across the surface of the plate as if it were overgrown itself. At their back with no visible point of attachment is an incredibly ornate glaive, the shaft a red steel etched with golden carvings of the moon, the blade sharpened, polished and glimmering, with the tail end of the glaive bearing some sort of serrated hook looking to be meant to rip into skin and not come out without significant damage. They look slightly lost, frowning as they examine the tavern.
A small, glowing teal ooze is sitting in a back alley.
a half-elf woman in gleaming silver armor, her hair in a long braid walks by, cleaning her sword
The ooze tries to inch further into the alley, but knocks over some trash, causing a comically loud noise.
her ears twitch, and she looks down the alley. she stops cleaning her sword. "hunh?"
She can clearly see a small glob of ooze. It seems to be trying to slip through a crack in the wall, but it cannot fit, due to the many items contained inside its slime.
"...hello?"
The slime tentatively raises a pseudopod and waves.
"so you are sentient. hunh"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*Whoa. Mario. Whoa. Yeah, I'll ideally intro someone soon, though I can't promise anything concrete due to having a pretty packed schedule for the rest of the week.*
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All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
Sitting on and covering at the very least a third of the bar space, a figure laughs heartily, chatting with anyone walking by with an overall friendly demeanor. He smiles, fanged teeth shining in the limited light a perfect white, almost seeming to glimmer in their luster. They lay fully onto the bar, seeming to have some sort of conversation going on with the bartender, visible blush ridden through his tanned skin, looking at least somewhat tipsy. His red hair spills out across the bartop, long bright scarlet locks forming slight curls going in each and every direction, still somehow seeming to frame his smile even while completely disorganized. He adjusts his glasses, a thin gold frame with perfectly circular tinted red lenses hiding his eyes, though peeking out seem to be some sort of deep silver eyes, the irises seeming slightly inhuman, but not perfectly obvious as to what. He brushes a closed fist around his collarbone, messing his already messy collar up further - emblematic of the rest of his outfit, the same scarlet mess that is his hair defining the majority of the color across his body, from the his suit jacket to his pants. The only color breaks to the bright red equivalent of a disco ball being the gold rings around his fingers--accompanied by matching earrings--his black button-up undershirt, and the silver that peaks out around his feet. The gleam of metal shines through around the bottom of the presumed barfly's pants, seeming to be some kind of armor below the suit, protecting his shins and the tops of his feet, the majority of the rest of his visible legs and feet wrapped in white bandage. His legs cross one over the other, his feet just barely off the bar, directly next to a sign that seems to be installed officially, reading "A third glance at my merchandise will start to cost you extra. Unless you're cute. -Kilra".
A tall, broad armored figure makes their way to the bar, taking a seat right next to Kilra as the previous occupant quickly moves to get out of his way. He's a saltwater kipling, with facial stripes almost reminiscent of calligraphy strokes, a vibrant white tone ringed with ruby marks. His hair is curly, pulled back into a ponytail and colored raven black with a single reddish streak running through it. His eyes are friendly, with a smile barely showing his teeth, irises a mahogany brownish-red tone. He has several shell-like piercings on his face and ears, each a different species. His armor is the most impressive bit, however, with shell-like patterns of nautilus interlocking, scale-like plates, leather straps stylized like wired netting and a thick belt around the waist. The armor is painted with the same ruby markings that are on the kipling's face, swirling down the arms and legs in ribbon-like patterns. Each of the metal pieces looks almost like fish scales and are textured as such. Slung across his back are two massive battleaxes, each with blackened steel handles wrapped with dried and toned leather, a ribbon on each of their hilts. The blades themselves are serrated in a manner that would not only slice skin, but shred it, like the blade of a chainsaw. On the left side of his chestplate is a seal and a small banner, depicting the symbol of the Zaidanian High Guard. The kipling gives Kilra a little salute of greeting, smiling. "Kilra isn't it? I can't believe we're only now just meeting. I've competed here for a few years before, and I've heard quite a bit."
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A tall, broad armored figure makes their way to the bar, taking a seat right next to Kilra as the previous occupant quickly moves to get out of his way. He's a saltwater kipling, with facial stripes almost reminiscent of calligraphy strokes, a vibrant white tone ringed with ruby marks. His hair is curly, pulled back into a ponytail and colored raven black with a single reddish streak running through it. His eyes are friendly, with a smile barely showing his teeth, irises a mahogany brownish-red tone. He has several shell-like piercings on his face and ears, each a different species. His armor is the most impressive bit, however, with shell-like patterns of nautilus interlocking, scale-like plates, leather straps stylized like wired netting and a thick belt around the waist. The armor is painted with the same ruby markings that are on the kipling's face, swirling down the arms and legs in ribbon-like patterns. Each of the metal pieces looks almost like fish scales and are textured as such. Slung across his back are two massive battleaxes, each with blackened steel handles wrapped with dried and toned leather, a ribbon on each of their hilts. The blades themselves are serrated in a manner that would not only slice skin, but shred it, like the blade of a chainsaw. On the left side of his chestplate is a seal and a small banner, depicting the symbol of the Zaidanian High Guard. The kipling gives Kilra a little salute of greeting, smiling. "Kilra isn't it? I can't believe we're only now just meeting. I've competed here for a few years before, and I've heard quite a bit."
Kilra swings his head around, fanged grin not fading as he inspects the kipling, expression betraying just how thorough his eyes are. "I'm well aware of my reputation." Kilra boops him on the nose without getting up from the bar, switching the way his legs are crossed. "Though I can't say I'm quite aware of yours." Kilra raises an eyebrow as his finger pokes the High Guard seal. "Real fancy title, you've got. Can't say I've memorized each and every one of you, though, you'll have to jog my memory."
Lenare, the older centaur dressed in simple half plate with a warhammer and rifle, is cleaning glasses at the counter.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Chara is standing next to the bar, downing bottles of cheap ale at a fast pace. Her eyes are unfocused and glazed, and she looks very very drunk. Her face is paleish green, and today she's wearing a blood red suit with black pants and a dirty black tie. The suit is ripped yet elegant, and was probably once grand. The shirt she wears underneath is a pale red, with a rose tucked into her pocket.
Mal stands next to Chara, looking warily at her and writing something down on his notepad at a fast pace. He has already filled a few books full of notes, and is currently writing in another with a dark green cover. His wavy blonde hair that is usually tied into a ponytail is tied into a tangled bun today, as if he was in too much of a hurry to brush it, and hair dangles limply from it, having slipped out without him noticing or caring. Today he wears a simple tunic and trousers, lightweight just in case there's heat, but he has a red sweater tied around his waist. With a grunt, he finishes writing, and shoves the book in his backpack, filled with books and notebooks.
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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.
A tall, broad armored figure makes their way to the bar, taking a seat right next to Kilra as the previous occupant quickly moves to get out of his way. He's a saltwater kipling, with facial stripes almost reminiscent of calligraphy strokes, a vibrant white tone ringed with ruby marks. His hair is curly, pulled back into a ponytail and colored raven black with a single reddish streak running through it. His eyes are friendly, with a smile barely showing his teeth, irises a mahogany brownish-red tone. He has several shell-like piercings on his face and ears, each a different species. His armor is the most impressive bit, however, with shell-like patterns of nautilus interlocking, scale-like plates, leather straps stylized like wired netting and a thick belt around the waist. The armor is painted with the same ruby markings that are on the kipling's face, swirling down the arms and legs in ribbon-like patterns. Each of the metal pieces looks almost like fish scales and are textured as such. Slung across his back are two massive battleaxes, each with blackened steel handles wrapped with dried and toned leather, a ribbon on each of their hilts. The blades themselves are serrated in a manner that would not only slice skin, but shred it, like the blade of a chainsaw. On the left side of his chestplate is a seal and a small banner, depicting the symbol of the Zaidanian High Guard. The kipling gives Kilra a little salute of greeting, smiling. "Kilra isn't it? I can't believe we're only now just meeting. I've competed here for a few years before, and I've heard quite a bit."
Kilra swings his head around, fanged grin not fading as he inspects the kipling, expression betraying just how thorough his eyes are. "I'm well aware of my reputation." Kilra boops him on the nose without getting up from the bar, switching the way his legs are crossed. "Though I can't say I'm quite aware of yours." Kilra raises an eyebrow as his finger pokes the High Guard seal. "Real fancy title, you've got. Can't say I've memorized each and every one of you, though, you'll have to jog my memory."
He waves a hand dismissively. "I'm required to wear the badge. Unfortunately." He reflexively makes a sort of snort or sniff sound when his nose is booped. "My name is Caokai Xian. I mostly stick with tournament and area fighting, but I think this year I'm more interested in trying out the more two versus two aspect of dueling." The kipling never drops his smile, but it takes on an almost goading note. "Still searching for a partner, or possibly a first challenger."
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Lenare, the older centaur dressed in simple half plate with a warhammer and rifle, is cleaning glasses at the counter.
She takes a seat across from him at the counter. "I'd like to sign up for the Killing Floor. You're the one for that, aren't you?"
He sets the glass down, taking a clipboard out from under the counter. "That would be correct. Full name, world of origin, and preferred bracket please. Preferred as in 1v1s or 2v2s." *DM me a sheet as well if you can*
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*Mal and Chara will sign up, so let's rp soon, not now tho.*
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.
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*Yes :) I’m the only bartender at the moment, I’ll be on later so we can rp the interaction but if you want to post the name and sheet/statblock of the level for me here I can add it to my list. Or you can PM it to me.*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The ooze tries to inch further into the alley, but knocks over some trash, causing a comically loud noise.
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)
#BRINGBACKNATIONALDEX
her ears twitch, and she looks down the alley. she stops cleaning her sword. "hunh?"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
She can clearly see a small glob of ooze. It seems to be trying to slip through a crack in the wall, but it cannot fit, due to the many items contained inside its slime.
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)
#BRINGBACKNATIONALDEX
"...hello?"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
The slime tentatively raises a pseudopod and waves.
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)
#BRINGBACKNATIONALDEX
Sitting on and covering at the very least a third of the bar space, a figure laughs heartily, chatting with anyone walking by with an overall friendly demeanor. He smiles, fanged teeth shining in the limited light a perfect white, almost seeming to glimmer in their luster. They lay fully onto the bar, seeming to have some sort of conversation going on with the bartender, visible blush ridden through his tanned skin, looking at least somewhat tipsy. His red hair spills out across the bartop, long bright scarlet locks forming slight curls going in each and every direction, still somehow seeming to frame his smile even while completely disorganized. He adjusts his glasses, a thin gold frame with perfectly circular tinted red lenses hiding his eyes, though peeking out seem to be some sort of deep silver eyes, the irises seeming slightly inhuman, but not perfectly obvious as to what. He brushes a closed fist around his collarbone, messing his already messy collar up further - emblematic of the rest of his outfit, the same scarlet mess that is his hair defining the majority of the color across his body, from the his suit jacket to his pants. The only color breaks to the bright red equivalent of a disco ball being the gold rings around his fingers--accompanied by matching earrings--his black button-up undershirt, and the silver that peaks out around his feet. The gleam of metal shines through around the bottom of the presumed barfly's pants, seeming to be some kind of armor below the suit, protecting his shins and the tops of his feet, the majority of the rest of his visible legs and feet wrapped in white bandage. His legs cross one over the other, his feet just barely off the bar, directly next to a sign that seems to be installed officially, reading "A third glance at my merchandise will start to cost you extra. Unless you're cute. -Kilra".
:3
redpelt is my mother she legally adopted me
At an entirely unrelated time, a figure squeaks through the tavern doors, head clonking ungracefully against them as they do. With an undignified "ow" they rub their head, pushing almost perfectly straight black hair out from their face, a seemingly natural chunk of white hair near their left eye falling into place, framing their face fully, while also seemingly to match the large scar that runs parallel to it down their left eye, leaving it as a cloudy white remnant of whatever it was before. Their opposing eye appears undamaged, with a piercing crimson iris accentuating their mildly perturbed glare, neutral frown remaining plastered on their expression. Splotched around their right cheekbone, a cloud-like patch of vitiligo is visible, swirling much as it does at a few other points around their face, though none else quite as large. They rise in place after fitting through the door, rising up substantially taller than the average person, nearing something around 10 feet at a glance, with a cool, milk chocolate colored skin covered from neck to toe in matte black plate, seeming bulkier than standard armor, thicker perhaps. Their armor is asymmetrical by design, a flat pauldron on their right, with the opposite covered in large spikes like horns, reaching out and curling towards their head. The rest of their armor is spiked, rigid, and overall very robust, though with a closer look, there seems to be some sort of embroidery running across it, vine-like designs running across the surface of the plate as if it were overgrown itself. At their back with no visible point of attachment is an incredibly ornate glaive, the shaft a red steel etched with golden carvings of the moon, the blade sharpened, polished and glimmering, with the tail end of the glaive bearing some sort of serrated hook looking to be meant to rip into skin and not come out without significant damage.
They look slightly lost, frowning as they examine the tavern.
:3
redpelt is my mother she legally adopted me
"so you are sentient. hunh"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*Whoa. Mario. Whoa. Yeah, I'll ideally intro someone soon, though I can't promise anything concrete due to having a pretty packed schedule for the rest of the week.*
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
A tall, broad armored figure makes their way to the bar, taking a seat right next to Kilra as the previous occupant quickly moves to get out of his way. He's a saltwater kipling, with facial stripes almost reminiscent of calligraphy strokes, a vibrant white tone ringed with ruby marks. His hair is curly, pulled back into a ponytail and colored raven black with a single reddish streak running through it. His eyes are friendly, with a smile barely showing his teeth, irises a mahogany brownish-red tone. He has several shell-like piercings on his face and ears, each a different species. His armor is the most impressive bit, however, with shell-like patterns of nautilus interlocking, scale-like plates, leather straps stylized like wired netting and a thick belt around the waist. The armor is painted with the same ruby markings that are on the kipling's face, swirling down the arms and legs in ribbon-like patterns. Each of the metal pieces looks almost like fish scales and are textured as such. Slung across his back are two massive battleaxes, each with blackened steel handles wrapped with dried and toned leather, a ribbon on each of their hilts. The blades themselves are serrated in a manner that would not only slice skin, but shred it, like the blade of a chainsaw. On the left side of his chestplate is a seal and a small banner, depicting the symbol of the Zaidanian High Guard. The kipling gives Kilra a little salute of greeting, smiling. "Kilra isn't it? I can't believe we're only now just meeting. I've competed here for a few years before, and I've heard quite a bit."
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Oh, they do. Hardly any of them make it to adulthood."
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
Chimoren is looking for the bartender.
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
Kilra swings his head around, fanged grin not fading as he inspects the kipling, expression betraying just how thorough his eyes are. "I'm well aware of my reputation." Kilra boops him on the nose without getting up from the bar, switching the way his legs are crossed. "Though I can't say I'm quite aware of yours." Kilra raises an eyebrow as his finger pokes the High Guard seal. "Real fancy title, you've got. Can't say I've memorized each and every one of you, though, you'll have to jog my memory."
:3
redpelt is my mother she legally adopted me
Lenare, the older centaur dressed in simple half plate with a warhammer and rifle, is cleaning glasses at the counter.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
She takes a seat across from him at the counter. "I'd like to sign up for the Killing Floor. You're the one for that, aren't you?"
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
Chara is standing next to the bar, downing bottles of cheap ale at a fast pace. Her eyes are unfocused and glazed, and she looks very very drunk. Her face is paleish green, and today she's wearing a blood red suit with black pants and a dirty black tie. The suit is ripped yet elegant, and was probably once grand. The shirt she wears underneath is a pale red, with a rose tucked into her pocket.
Mal stands next to Chara, looking warily at her and writing something down on his notepad at a fast pace. He has already filled a few books full of notes, and is currently writing in another with a dark green cover. His wavy blonde hair that is usually tied into a ponytail is tied into a tangled bun today, as if he was in too much of a hurry to brush it, and hair dangles limply from it, having slipped out without him noticing or caring. Today he wears a simple tunic and trousers, lightweight just in case there's heat, but he has a red sweater tied around his waist. With a grunt, he finishes writing, and shoves the book in his backpack, filled with books and notebooks.
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!
He waves a hand dismissively. "I'm required to wear the badge. Unfortunately." He reflexively makes a sort of snort or sniff sound when his nose is booped. "My name is Caokai Xian. I mostly stick with tournament and area fighting, but I think this year I'm more interested in trying out the more two versus two aspect of dueling." The kipling never drops his smile, but it takes on an almost goading note. "Still searching for a partner, or possibly a first challenger."
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
He sets the glass down, taking a clipboard out from under the counter. "That would be correct. Full name, world of origin, and preferred bracket please. Preferred as in 1v1s or 2v2s." *DM me a sheet as well if you can*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ