Hello I’m mossa. And this is a thread for any one who wants to role play! There are a couple rules:
- no offensive topics. Evrey one is welcome here, and if you make some one feel unwelcome, I’ll find away to ban you. - can we keep politics out of this? Deal? Okay!!
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i am a god who is trapped in a cartoon, with saws for hands!! active on I CAST....! and Jeff the Evil Roomba Cult, as well as planning to make my own cult.
Hello I’m mossa. And this is a thread for any one who wants to role play! There are a couple rules:
- no offensive topics. Evrey one is welcome here, and if you make some one feel unwelcome, I’ll find away to ban you. - can we keep politics out of this? Deal? Okay!!
*Just a random comment, you can get banned for talking about politics in the foruum (Not in PMs though)*
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Hello! Call me Tana or Gato My pronouns are They/Them I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me Trans, Aromantic, and Asexual I'm nonbinary, yay! But I will mother you if you are being stupid ALL HAIL MERLIN!!!!!!! :[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, and Aspen
Hello I’m mossa. And this is a thread for any one who wants to role play! There are a couple rules:
- no offensive topics. Evrey one is welcome here, and if you make some one feel unwelcome, I’ll find away to ban you. - can we keep politics out of this? Deal? Okay!!
Okay! Uhhhhhh do we want a theme or setting or just character interaction?
Hello I’m mossa. And this is a thread for any one who wants to role play! There are a couple rules:
- no offensive topics. Evrey one is welcome here, and if you make some one feel unwelcome, I’ll find away to ban you. - can we keep politics out of this? Deal? Okay!!
Okay! Uhhhhhh do we want a theme or setting or just character interaction?
I guess a high fantasy setting or a dark fantasy setting. Mainly just character interactions.
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i am a god who is trapped in a cartoon, with saws for hands!! active on I CAST....! and Jeff the Evil Roomba Cult, as well as planning to make my own cult.
Hello I’m mossa. And this is a thread for any one who wants to role play! There are a couple rules:
- no offensive topics. Evrey one is welcome here, and if you make some one feel unwelcome, I’ll find away to ban you. - can we keep politics out of this? Deal? Okay!!
Okay! Uhhhhhh do we want a theme or setting or just character interaction?
I guess a high fantasy setting or a dark fantasy setting. Mainly just character interactions.
the inn is crowded, as the snow rages on outside. But one person sits on the porch. He is a 4’8 elf, who wears an iron chest plate. He also wears a red hood and cape.
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i am a god who is trapped in a cartoon, with saws for hands!! active on I CAST....! and Jeff the Evil Roomba Cult, as well as planning to make my own cult.
the inn is crowded, as the snow rages on outside. But one person sits on the porch. He is a 4’8 elf, who wears an iron chest plate. He also wears a red hood and cape.
A young elf with silky black hair tied into a long braid is hunched over on the porch next to him, bundled up in ragged blankets and coats and holding up a glass of thick alcohol. His skin is pale, his figure youthful. He turns to the person sitting next to him. “You rich?” He asks, tilting his head sideways. His eyes are inquisitive, a fine emerald green.
the inn is crowded, as the snow rages on outside. But one person sits on the porch. He is a 4’8 elf, who wears an iron chest plate. He also wears a red hood and cape.
A young elf with silky black hair tied into a long braid is hunched over on the porch next to him, bundled up in ragged blankets and coats and holding up a glass of thick alcohol. His skin is pale, his figure youthful. He turns to the person sitting next to him. “You rich?” He asks, tilting his head sideways. His eyes are inquisitive, a fine emerald green.
The elf looks confused. “That’s not exactly a normal question. Do you always introduce your self like that?” He says as he pulls a wallet out of his cloak. He opens it to reveal 1 copper coin.
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i am a god who is trapped in a cartoon, with saws for hands!! active on I CAST....! and Jeff the Evil Roomba Cult, as well as planning to make my own cult.
the inn is crowded, as the snow rages on outside. But one person sits on the porch. He is a 4’8 elf, who wears an iron chest plate. He also wears a red hood and cape.
A young elf with silky black hair tied into a long braid is hunched over on the porch next to him, bundled up in ragged blankets and coats and holding up a glass of thick alcohol. His skin is pale, his figure youthful. He turns to the person sitting next to him. “You rich?” He asks, tilting his head sideways. His eyes are inquisitive, a fine emerald green.
The elf looks confused. “That’s not exactly a normal question. Do you always introduce your self like that?” He says as he pulls a wallet out of his cloak. He opens it to reveal 1 copper coin.
“Forgive me.” He says grimly. “That chestplate and cloak looks expensive. And nah, I usually don’t introduce myself at all. I’m a beggar, y’see. I ask for money. Sometimes I steal too. You don’t seem worth stealing from.”
Upon a stump in a small forlorn patch of woods sits a tall figure, draped neatly in a kimono tailored customly to his body. Nine tails flow behind him at their own will and pace, some fast, some slow; some in large arcs, others in smaller arcs. His fur is a light yellow, almost creme, a color commonly attributed to fennec foxes. He's accented in some spots, like the tips of his tails and the palms of his paws-- hind and fore-- with a nice white color, though he also bears red markings on his short snout and below his eyes.
Gently, he holds a book in his paws, his orange blazing eyes rocketing through the pages at a speed beyond mortal capability, though his face shows clear concentration and absorption on and of the material.
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Upon a stump in a small forlorn patch of woods sits a tall figure, draped neatly in a kimono tailored customly to his body. Nine tails flow behind him at their own will and pace, some fast, some slow; some in large arcs, others in smaller arcs. His fur is a light yellow, almost creme, a color commonly attributed to fennec foxes. He's accented in some spots, like the tips of his tails and the palms of his paws-- hind and fore-- with a nice white color, though he also bears red markings on his short snout and below his eyes.
Gently, he holds a book in his paws, his orange blazing eyes rocketing through the pages at a speed beyond mortal capability, though his face shows clear concentration and absorption on and of the material.
A snap, the rustle of the bushes, and a figure stumbles into the clearing, their sailor’s mouth uttering some of the most awful curses. They have curly auburn hair tied into a short ponytail that falls down their neck, and a bright brown eye. The other is covered by an eyepatch, the scar visible peeking out from under it, looking fairly old, but the person has clearly been picking at it. They wear a ragged violet cape, and a suit of dented plate armor covered in dirt. This person was obviously powerful once, but now they have fallen into the trap of poverty. They seem to be a man (he/they pronouns), but their appearance says that they might be nonbinary too. Their face is covered in freckles, the skin peeling off their nose from a nasty sunburn. Their hands are dry, they look thirsty, and their one visible eye looks tired.
He looks up, surprised to see another person. “Finally!” They gasp, breath rough, confirming their thirst. “Another person! Please-please help! The beasts-the Abyssals… demons… took me away…”
Upon a stump in a small forlorn patch of woods sits a tall figure, draped neatly in a kimono tailored customly to his body. Nine tails flow behind him at their own will and pace, some fast, some slow; some in large arcs, others in smaller arcs. His fur is a light yellow, almost creme, a color commonly attributed to fennec foxes. He's accented in some spots, like the tips of his tails and the palms of his paws-- hind and fore-- with a nice white color, though he also bears red markings on his short snout and below his eyes.
Gently, he holds a book in his paws, his orange blazing eyes rocketing through the pages at a speed beyond mortal capability, though his face shows clear concentration and absorption on and of the material.
A snap, the rustle of the bushes, and a figure stumbles into the clearing, their sailor’s mouth uttering some of the most awful curses. They have curly auburn hair tied into a short ponytail that falls down their neck, and a bright brown eye. The other is covered by an eyepatch, the scar visible peeking out from under it, looking fairly old, but the person has clearly been picking at it. They wear a ragged violet cape, and a suit of dented plate armor covered in dirt. This person was obviously powerful once, but now they have fallen into the trap of poverty. They seem to be a man (he/they pronouns), but their appearance says that they might be nonbinary too. Their face is covered in freckles, the skin peeling off their nose from a nasty sunburn. Their hands are dry, they look thirsty, and their one visible eye looks tired.
He looks up, surprised to see another person. “Finally!” They gasp, breath rough, confirming their thirst. “Another person! Please-please help! The beasts-the Abyssals… demons… took me away…”
The figure on the stump does not look up from his book, but this does not mean that he is not paying attention. The closer the poverish figure journeys to the furred one, the air seems to grow thicker with legitimate, still active power, and also a slight wind that bears a comforting smell, one of Autumn.
"I must apologize, for I do not know much of these 'Abyssals'. Though, I suppose I could be of aid in some other fashion."
he closes the book just as gently as he holds it, and momentarily it shifts into a small clump of nigh dead leaves, taken away by the self same wind that surrounds the kitsune, taken away out of the forlorn patch of forest
"You seem thirsty. Perhaps I could interest you in a glass of sweet tea. It's of my own brewing."
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
A tall woman wearing a dramatic robe, a hardened leather corset, boots with slightly high heels as to mount steeds, holding a rapier and carrying a many deck of cards, her skin alluding to being biracial, her hair down to her lower neck, but above her shoulders in a bob, wearing a slight V-neck, with a sleek spade design on the back, and an assertive face wanders over, all about her makes four thinks obvious to anyone who knows anything about civilization: she started out broke, she now has riches, she has an affinity for the sea, and acts like a leader; she is most likely a pirate leader.
the inn is crowded, as the snow rages on outside. But one person sits on the porch. He is a 4’8 elf, who wears an iron chest plate. He also wears a red hood and cape.
A young elf with silky black hair tied into a long braid is hunched over on the porch next to him, bundled up in ragged blankets and coats and holding up a glass of thick alcohol. His skin is pale, his figure youthful. He turns to the person sitting next to him. “You rich?” He asks, tilting his head sideways. His eyes are inquisitive, a fine emerald green.
The elf looks confused. “That’s not exactly a normal question. Do you always introduce your self like that?” He says as he pulls a wallet out of his cloak. He opens it to reveal 1 copper coin.
“Forgive me.” He says grimly. “That chestplate and cloak looks expensive. And nah, I usually don’t introduce myself at all. I’m a beggar, y’see. I ask for money. Sometimes I steal too. You don’t seem worth stealing from.”
I give you the copper coin saying “I stole the armor. The cloak, its my dad’s.”
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i am a god who is trapped in a cartoon, with saws for hands!! active on I CAST....! and Jeff the Evil Roomba Cult, as well as planning to make my own cult.
Upon a stump in a small forlorn patch of woods sits a tall figure, draped neatly in a kimono tailored customly to his body. Nine tails flow behind him at their own will and pace, some fast, some slow; some in large arcs, others in smaller arcs. His fur is a light yellow, almost creme, a color commonly attributed to fennec foxes. He's accented in some spots, like the tips of his tails and the palms of his paws-- hind and fore-- with a nice white color, though he also bears red markings on his short snout and below his eyes.
Gently, he holds a book in his paws, his orange blazing eyes rocketing through the pages at a speed beyond mortal capability, though his face shows clear concentration and absorption on and of the material.
A snap, the rustle of the bushes, and a figure stumbles into the clearing, their sailor’s mouth uttering some of the most awful curses. They have curly auburn hair tied into a short ponytail that falls down their neck, and a bright brown eye. The other is covered by an eyepatch, the scar visible peeking out from under it, looking fairly old, but the person has clearly been picking at it. They wear a ragged violet cape, and a suit of dented plate armor covered in dirt. This person was obviously powerful once, but now they have fallen into the trap of poverty. They seem to be a man (he/they pronouns), but their appearance says that they might be nonbinary too. Their face is covered in freckles, the skin peeling off their nose from a nasty sunburn. Their hands are dry, they look thirsty, and their one visible eye looks tired.
He looks up, surprised to see another person. “Finally!” They gasp, breath rough, confirming their thirst. “Another person! Please-please help! The beasts-the Abyssals… demons… took me away…”
The figure on the stump does not look up from his book, but this does not mean that he is not paying attention. The closer the poverish figure journeys to the furred one, the air seems to grow thicker with legitimate, still active power, and also a slight wind that bears a comforting smell, one of Autumn.
"I must apologize, for I do not know much of these 'Abyssals'. Though, I suppose I could be of aid in some other fashion."
he closes the book just as gently as he holds it, and momentarily it shifts into a small clump of nigh dead leaves, taken away by the self same wind that surrounds the kitsune, taken away out of the forlorn patch of forest
"You seem thirsty. Perhaps I could interest you in a glass of sweet tea. It's of my own brewing."
Another figure stumbles out, am elf wearing a red cloack and hood with a cheep looking chestplate. He carries a war hammer. He looks around and says “huh… other people are in the woods. Maybe this is hell after all.”
i am a god who is trapped in a cartoon, with saws for hands!! active on I CAST....! and Jeff the Evil Roomba Cult, as well as planning to make my own cult.
the inn is crowded, as the snow rages on outside. But one person sits on the porch. He is a 4’8 elf, who wears an iron chest plate. He also wears a red hood and cape.
A young elf with silky black hair tied into a long braid is hunched over on the porch next to him, bundled up in ragged blankets and coats and holding up a glass of thick alcohol. His skin is pale, his figure youthful. He turns to the person sitting next to him. “You rich?” He asks, tilting his head sideways. His eyes are inquisitive, a fine emerald green.
The elf looks confused. “That’s not exactly a normal question. Do you always introduce your self like that?” He says as he pulls a wallet out of his cloak. He opens it to reveal 1 copper coin.
“Forgive me.” He says grimly. “That chestplate and cloak looks expensive. And nah, I usually don’t introduce myself at all. I’m a beggar, y’see. I ask for money. Sometimes I steal too. You don’t seem worth stealing from.”
I give you the copper coin saying “I stole the armor. The cloak, its my dad’s.”
He chuckles. “Keep your money. You need it more than a scrap like me.”
Upon a stump in a small forlorn patch of woods sits a tall figure, draped neatly in a kimono tailored customly to his body. Nine tails flow behind him at their own will and pace, some fast, some slow; some in large arcs, others in smaller arcs. His fur is a light yellow, almost creme, a color commonly attributed to fennec foxes. He's accented in some spots, like the tips of his tails and the palms of his paws-- hind and fore-- with a nice white color, though he also bears red markings on his short snout and below his eyes.
Gently, he holds a book in his paws, his orange blazing eyes rocketing through the pages at a speed beyond mortal capability, though his face shows clear concentration and absorption on and of the material.
A snap, the rustle of the bushes, and a figure stumbles into the clearing, their sailor’s mouth uttering some of the most awful curses. They have curly auburn hair tied into a short ponytail that falls down their neck, and a bright brown eye. The other is covered by an eyepatch, the scar visible peeking out from under it, looking fairly old, but the person has clearly been picking at it. They wear a ragged violet cape, and a suit of dented plate armor covered in dirt. This person was obviously powerful once, but now they have fallen into the trap of poverty. They seem to be a man (he/they pronouns), but their appearance says that they might be nonbinary too. Their face is covered in freckles, the skin peeling off their nose from a nasty sunburn. Their hands are dry, they look thirsty, and their one visible eye looks tired.
He looks up, surprised to see another person. “Finally!” They gasp, breath rough, confirming their thirst. “Another person! Please-please help! The beasts-the Abyssals… demons… took me away…”
The figure on the stump does not look up from his book, but this does not mean that he is not paying attention. The closer the poverish figure journeys to the furred one, the air seems to grow thicker with legitimate, still active power, and also a slight wind that bears a comforting smell, one of Autumn.
"I must apologize, for I do not know much of these 'Abyssals'. Though, I suppose I could be of aid in some other fashion."
he closes the book just as gently as he holds it, and momentarily it shifts into a small clump of nigh dead leaves, taken away by the self same wind that surrounds the kitsune, taken away out of the forlorn patch of forest
"You seem thirsty. Perhaps I could interest you in a glass of sweet tea. It's of my own brewing."
Another figure stumbles out, am elf wearing a red cloack and hood with a cheep looking chestplate. He carries a war hammer. He looks around and says “huh… other people are in the woods. Maybe this is hell after all.”
The person backs up, removing a shining rapier from his belt. They frown and point it forwards, towards the elf. “I… who are you?” He then points it towards the foxlike creature. “And who are you, for that matter? I… I’ve been roaming for a long time, this is the first time I’ve seen more than one person who didn’t want to kill me…” They wipe some sweaty hair from their face and frown grimly.
A tall woman wearing a dramatic robe, a hardened leather corset, boots with slightly high heels as to mount steeds, holding a rapier and carrying a many deck of cards, her skin alluding to being biracial, her hair down to her lower neck, but above her shoulders in a bob, wearing a slight V-neck, with a sleek spade design on the back, and an assertive face wanders over, all about her makes four thinks obvious to anyone who knows anything about civilization: she started out broke, she now has riches, she has an affinity for the sea, and acts like a leader; she is most likely a pirate leader.
Hello I’m mossa. And this is a thread for any one who wants to role play! There are a couple rules:
- no offensive topics. Evrey one is welcome here, and if you make some one feel unwelcome, I’ll find away to ban you.
- can we keep politics out of this? Deal? Okay!!
i am a god who is trapped in a cartoon, with saws for hands!! active on I CAST....! and Jeff the Evil Roomba Cult, as well as planning to make my own cult.
alignment: chaotic ???
*Just a random comment, you can get banned for talking about politics in the foruum (Not in PMs though)*
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato
My pronouns are They/Them
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me Trans, Aromantic, and Asexual
I'm nonbinary, yay! But I will mother you if you are being stupid
ALL HAIL MERLIN!!!!!!! :[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, and Aspen
Okay! Uhhhhhh do we want a theme or setting or just character interaction?
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
I guess a high fantasy setting or a dark fantasy setting. Mainly just character interactions.
i am a god who is trapped in a cartoon, with saws for hands!! active on I CAST....! and Jeff the Evil Roomba Cult, as well as planning to make my own cult.
alignment: chaotic ???
Okay!
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
the inn is crowded, as the snow rages on outside. But one person sits on the porch. He is a 4’8 elf, who wears an iron chest plate. He also wears a red hood and cape.
i am a god who is trapped in a cartoon, with saws for hands!! active on I CAST....! and Jeff the Evil Roomba Cult, as well as planning to make my own cult.
alignment: chaotic ???
A young elf with silky black hair tied into a long braid is hunched over on the porch next to him, bundled up in ragged blankets and coats and holding up a glass of thick alcohol. His skin is pale, his figure youthful. He turns to the person sitting next to him. “You rich?” He asks, tilting his head sideways. His eyes are inquisitive, a fine emerald green.
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
The elf looks confused. “That’s not exactly a normal question. Do you always introduce your self like that?” He says as he pulls a wallet out of his cloak. He opens it to reveal 1 copper coin.
i am a god who is trapped in a cartoon, with saws for hands!! active on I CAST....! and Jeff the Evil Roomba Cult, as well as planning to make my own cult.
alignment: chaotic ???
“Forgive me.” He says grimly. “That chestplate and cloak looks expensive. And nah, I usually don’t introduce myself at all. I’m a beggar, y’see. I ask for money. Sometimes I steal too. You don’t seem worth stealing from.”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
Upon a stump in a small forlorn patch of woods sits a tall figure, draped neatly in a kimono tailored customly to his body. Nine tails flow behind him at their own will and pace, some fast, some slow; some in large arcs, others in smaller arcs. His fur is a light yellow, almost creme, a color commonly attributed to fennec foxes. He's accented in some spots, like the tips of his tails and the palms of his paws-- hind and fore-- with a nice white color, though he also bears red markings on his short snout and below his eyes.
Gently, he holds a book in his paws, his orange blazing eyes rocketing through the pages at a speed beyond mortal capability, though his face shows clear concentration and absorption on and of the material.
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
A snap, the rustle of the bushes, and a figure stumbles into the clearing, their sailor’s mouth uttering some of the most awful curses. They have curly auburn hair tied into a short ponytail that falls down their neck, and a bright brown eye. The other is covered by an eyepatch, the scar visible peeking out from under it, looking fairly old, but the person has clearly been picking at it. They wear a ragged violet cape, and a suit of dented plate armor covered in dirt. This person was obviously powerful once, but now they have fallen into the trap of poverty. They seem to be a man (he/they pronouns), but their appearance says that they might be nonbinary too. Their face is covered in freckles, the skin peeling off their nose from a nasty sunburn. Their hands are dry, they look thirsty, and their one visible eye looks tired.
He looks up, surprised to see another person. “Finally!” They gasp, breath rough, confirming their thirst. “Another person! Please-please help! The beasts-the Abyssals… demons… took me away…”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
The figure on the stump does not look up from his book, but this does not mean that he is not paying attention. The closer the poverish figure journeys to the furred one, the air seems to grow thicker with legitimate, still active power, and also a slight wind that bears a comforting smell, one of Autumn.
"I must apologize, for I do not know much of these 'Abyssals'. Though, I suppose I could be of aid in some other fashion."
he closes the book just as gently as he holds it, and momentarily it shifts into a small clump of nigh dead leaves, taken away by the self same wind that surrounds the kitsune, taken away out of the forlorn patch of forest
"You seem thirsty. Perhaps I could interest you in a glass of sweet tea. It's of my own brewing."
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
A tall woman wearing a dramatic robe, a hardened leather corset, boots with slightly high heels as to mount steeds, holding a rapier and carrying a many deck of cards, her skin alluding to being biracial, her hair down to her lower neck, but above her shoulders in a bob, wearing a slight V-neck, with a sleek spade design on the back, and an assertive face wanders over, all about her makes four thinks obvious to anyone who knows anything about civilization: she started out broke, she now has riches, she has an affinity for the sea, and acts like a leader; she is most likely a pirate leader.
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
I give you the copper coin saying “I stole the armor. The cloak, its my dad’s.”
i am a god who is trapped in a cartoon, with saws for hands!! active on I CAST....! and Jeff the Evil Roomba Cult, as well as planning to make my own cult.
alignment: chaotic ???
Another figure stumbles out, am elf wearing a red cloack and hood with a cheep looking chestplate. He carries a war hammer. He looks around and says “huh… other people are in the woods. Maybe this is hell after all.”
i am a god who is trapped in a cartoon, with saws for hands!! active on I CAST....! and Jeff the Evil Roomba Cult, as well as planning to make my own cult.
alignment: chaotic ???
(Is cannibalism offensive?)
He chuckles. “Keep your money. You need it more than a scrap like me.”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
The person backs up, removing a shining rapier from his belt. They frown and point it forwards, towards the elf. “I… who are you?” He then points it towards the foxlike creature. “And who are you, for that matter? I… I’ve been roaming for a long time, this is the first time I’ve seen more than one person who didn’t want to kill me…” They wipe some sweaty hair from their face and frown grimly.
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
*(Nawwwwwww.)*
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
*I doth blepith*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.