"The whisper of the sea calls to me. Every day, every night, every breath I take leads me closer and closer there. It is my lifeblood, my peace."
Gale huffed, remembering the words he had spoken long ago. The sea may have been a refuge, but it was never his peace, and it never would be. But still, he kept being called there, like the old days. Today he leaned against a small ramshackle building by the bay, flipping a silver coin in his hand. A simple steal, one he would use to buy a piece of bread tonight. A few people stopped to watch the impressive display, but when he glared at them, they quickly turned away. Gale ran a bony hand through his hair, it was rather oily. He knew he smelled of salt and vinegar, but he had gotten over the scent. It had stuck with him for years, and now he barely noticed it.
Gale was a tall young man-not as manly as he wished he would be, but he passed fine enough, despite not having any facial hair. He happened to be a demon descendant, but that was all too common around these parts. His skin was a deep gray blue, and a pair of sharp horns protruded from his forehead, sticking out of locks of blue hair the color of the deepest seas. Dark, hopeless eyes flashed around, staring longingly at the massive galleon in the bay. But he could never go back to sea. He was bad luck. And although nobody knew why he was bad luck except him, they had surely figured it out already.
"I wish I could be there forever..."
A small creak from above him betrays the presence of a person on top of the Shack. As they look up, he sees a small, stout person who stands wearing a black cloak that entirely covers their body, other than their arms and legs. Their arms and legs are firmly muscled and covered in more scars than unmarred skin. The same is with their arms, except that part of their left arm is missing, a chunk out of the bicep. And as you stare upwards, their head turns downward, but the only thing you can see are bright, orange eyes that betray a life of hardship and tragedy. Their body appears to be masculine, but as they speak while looking at you, their voice is quite feminine
"What brings you here?"
And they speak, they praise the words just differently, as if the language had changed since they learned to speak.
"I hope... I hope you'll have friends someday, Gale. You deserve it."
His head jerked up immediately, his heart starting to pound. He took a deep breath after the person spoke, and then let out a rough chuckle. It seemed like he hasn't spoken in a long time-well, he hasn't, but he's good at talking. Plenty good.
"The sea, of course. Isn't that what everyone's here for? This god-forsaken city is only busy because it's the only place close to the sea in the country." He huffed again. "I mean, it is a land of scoundrels. Who knows, maybe I'm a scoundrel." The words he said were cheerful, but he let no cheer escape his lips. He wasn't the kind to be happy. Well-he used to be, but that was the past. Now, he had to focus on survival. As long as he could.
"What do you want?" He asked, voice turning harsh. "I know many people here come for the chance to mock us street people, but I don't let that happen to me. I have a bit of bark, but I've got a lot of bite."
"Gale! Help me! GALE!"
The person laughs at the bad attempt at a threat.
"I am not here for the sea. And I do not come to mock street people, as I once was one."
"The whisper of the sea calls to me. Every day, every night, every breath I take leads me closer and closer there. It is my lifeblood, my peace."
Gale huffed, remembering the words he had spoken long ago. The sea may have been a refuge, but it was never his peace, and it never would be. But still, he kept being called there, like the old days. Today he leaned against a small ramshackle building by the bay, flipping a silver coin in his hand. A simple steal, one he would use to buy a piece of bread tonight. A few people stopped to watch the impressive display, but when he glared at them, they quickly turned away. Gale ran a bony hand through his hair, it was rather oily. He knew he smelled of salt and vinegar, but he had gotten over the scent. It had stuck with him for years, and now he barely noticed it.
Gale was a tall young man-not as manly as he wished he would be, but he passed fine enough, despite not having any facial hair. He happened to be a demon descendant, but that was all too common around these parts. His skin was a deep gray blue, and a pair of sharp horns protruded from his forehead, sticking out of locks of blue hair the color of the deepest seas. Dark, hopeless eyes flashed around, staring longingly at the massive galleon in the bay. But he could never go back to sea. He was bad luck. And although nobody knew why he was bad luck except him, they had surely figured it out already.
"I wish I could be there forever..."
A small creak from above him betrays the presence of a person on top of the Shack. As they look up, he sees a small, stout person who stands wearing a black cloak that entirely covers their body, other than their arms and legs. Their arms and legs are firmly muscled and covered in more scars than unmarred skin. The same is with their arms, except that part of their left arm is missing, a chunk out of the bicep. And as you stare upwards, their head turns downward, but the only thing you can see are bright, orange eyes that betray a life of hardship and tragedy. Their body appears to be masculine, but as they speak while looking at you, their voice is quite feminine
"What brings you here?"
And they speak, they praise the words just differently, as if the language had changed since they learned to speak.
"I hope... I hope you'll have friends someday, Gale. You deserve it."
His head jerked up immediately, his heart starting to pound. He took a deep breath after the person spoke, and then let out a rough chuckle. It seemed like he hasn't spoken in a long time-well, he hasn't, but he's good at talking. Plenty good.
"The sea, of course. Isn't that what everyone's here for? This god-forsaken city is only busy because it's the only place close to the sea in the country." He huffed again. "I mean, it is a land of scoundrels. Who knows, maybe I'm a scoundrel." The words he said were cheerful, but he let no cheer escape his lips. He wasn't the kind to be happy. Well-he used to be, but that was the past. Now, he had to focus on survival. As long as he could.
"What do you want?" He asked, voice turning harsh. "I know many people here come for the chance to mock us street people, but I don't let that happen to me. I have a bit of bark, but I've got a lot of bite."
"Gale! Help me! GALE!"
The person laughs at the bad attempt at a threat.
"I am not here for the sea. And I do not come to mock street people, as I once was one."
"I hate those rich people with all my heart."
"So. What do you want with me? Let a champ do his thing and leave me be, will ya? This is the only money I've got and you'll only get it over my dead body." He frowned. "Although that doesn't seem to bother you all that much, does it?" He pauses, a new idea flashing through his brain. "You seem like you have money. Buy me a drink." He demands.
"...Even though I once was one."
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I’m free! I’m free! Oh this is the good-est I’ve felt in forever and ever! It’s like the whole world is singing!
"The whisper of the sea calls to me. Every day, every night, every breath I take leads me closer and closer there. It is my lifeblood, my peace."
Gale huffed, remembering the words he had spoken long ago. The sea may have been a refuge, but it was never his peace, and it never would be. But still, he kept being called there, like the old days. Today he leaned against a small ramshackle building by the bay, flipping a silver coin in his hand. A simple steal, one he would use to buy a piece of bread tonight. A few people stopped to watch the impressive display, but when he glared at them, they quickly turned away. Gale ran a bony hand through his hair, it was rather oily. He knew he smelled of salt and vinegar, but he had gotten over the scent. It had stuck with him for years, and now he barely noticed it.
Gale was a tall young man-not as manly as he wished he would be, but he passed fine enough, despite not having any facial hair. He happened to be a demon descendant, but that was all too common around these parts. His skin was a deep gray blue, and a pair of sharp horns protruded from his forehead, sticking out of locks of blue hair the color of the deepest seas. Dark, hopeless eyes flashed around, staring longingly at the massive galleon in the bay. But he could never go back to sea. He was bad luck. And although nobody knew why he was bad luck except him, they had surely figured it out already.
"I wish I could be there forever..."
A small creak from above him betrays the presence of a person on top of the Shack. As they look up, he sees a small, stout person who stands wearing a black cloak that entirely covers their body, other than their arms and legs. Their arms and legs are firmly muscled and covered in more scars than unmarred skin. The same is with their arms, except that part of their left arm is missing, a chunk out of the bicep. And as you stare upwards, their head turns downward, but the only thing you can see are bright, orange eyes that betray a life of hardship and tragedy. Their body appears to be masculine, but as they speak while looking at you, their voice is quite feminine
"What brings you here?"
And they speak, they praise the words just differently, as if the language had changed since they learned to speak.
"I hope... I hope you'll have friends someday, Gale. You deserve it."
His head jerked up immediately, his heart starting to pound. He took a deep breath after the person spoke, and then let out a rough chuckle. It seemed like he hasn't spoken in a long time-well, he hasn't, but he's good at talking. Plenty good.
"The sea, of course. Isn't that what everyone's here for? This god-forsaken city is only busy because it's the only place close to the sea in the country." He huffed again. "I mean, it is a land of scoundrels. Who knows, maybe I'm a scoundrel." The words he said were cheerful, but he let no cheer escape his lips. He wasn't the kind to be happy. Well-he used to be, but that was the past. Now, he had to focus on survival. As long as he could.
"What do you want?" He asked, voice turning harsh. "I know many people here come for the chance to mock us street people, but I don't let that happen to me. I have a bit of bark, but I've got a lot of bite."
"Gale! Help me! GALE!"
The person laughs at the bad attempt at a threat.
"I am not here for the sea. And I do not come to mock street people, as I once was one."
"I hate those rich people with all my heart."
"So. What do you want with me? Let a champ do his thing and leave me be, will ya? This is the only money I've got and you'll only get it over my dead body." He frowned. "Although that doesn't seem to bother you all that much, does it?" He pauses, a new idea flashing through his brain. "You seem like you have money. Buy me a drink." He demands.
*note I will be playing a character I just recently developed, and I rolled a legitimate 3 for an ability score, and plopped it down on intelligence.*
I ran like six at once once, I think I can handle two. Although I am never doing six at once again.
Wait that's actually hilarious... four ones... Okay :) I think it would be really funny if they encountered one of my really depressed characters and I dunno what would happen but yeah
I've run like five, and got overwhelmed and started chatting with 'Naner
Whenever your ready
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I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love K-pop Demon Hunters and Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
"The whisper of the sea calls to me. Every day, every night, every breath I take leads me closer and closer there. It is my lifeblood, my peace."
Gale huffed, remembering the words he had spoken long ago. The sea may have been a refuge, but it was never his peace, and it never would be. But still, he kept being called there, like the old days. Today he leaned against a small ramshackle building by the bay, flipping a silver coin in his hand. A simple steal, one he would use to buy a piece of bread tonight. A few people stopped to watch the impressive display, but when he glared at them, they quickly turned away. Gale ran a bony hand through his hair, it was rather oily. He knew he smelled of salt and vinegar, but he had gotten over the scent. It had stuck with him for years, and now he barely noticed it.
Gale was a tall young man-not as manly as he wished he would be, but he passed fine enough, despite not having any facial hair. He happened to be a demon descendant, but that was all too common around these parts. His skin was a deep gray blue, and a pair of sharp horns protruded from his forehead, sticking out of locks of blue hair the color of the deepest seas. Dark, hopeless eyes flashed around, staring longingly at the massive galleon in the bay. But he could never go back to sea. He was bad luck. And although nobody knew why he was bad luck except him, they had surely figured it out already.
"I wish I could be there forever..."
A small creak from above him betrays the presence of a person on top of the Shack. As they look up, he sees a small, stout person who stands wearing a black cloak that entirely covers their body, other than their arms and legs. Their arms and legs are firmly muscled and covered in more scars than unmarred skin. The same is with their arms, except that part of their left arm is missing, a chunk out of the bicep. And as you stare upwards, their head turns downward, but the only thing you can see are bright, orange eyes that betray a life of hardship and tragedy. Their body appears to be masculine, but as they speak while looking at you, their voice is quite feminine
"What brings you here?"
And they speak, they praise the words just differently, as if the language had changed since they learned to speak.
"I hope... I hope you'll have friends someday, Gale. You deserve it."
His head jerked up immediately, his heart starting to pound. He took a deep breath after the person spoke, and then let out a rough chuckle. It seemed like he hasn't spoken in a long time-well, he hasn't, but he's good at talking. Plenty good.
"The sea, of course. Isn't that what everyone's here for? This god-forsaken city is only busy because it's the only place close to the sea in the country." He huffed again. "I mean, it is a land of scoundrels. Who knows, maybe I'm a scoundrel." The words he said were cheerful, but he let no cheer escape his lips. He wasn't the kind to be happy. Well-he used to be, but that was the past. Now, he had to focus on survival. As long as he could.
"What do you want?" He asked, voice turning harsh. "I know many people here come for the chance to mock us street people, but I don't let that happen to me. I have a bit of bark, but I've got a lot of bite."
"Gale! Help me! GALE!"
The person laughs at the bad attempt at a threat.
"I am not here for the sea. And I do not come to mock street people, as I once was one."
"I hate those rich people with all my heart."
"So. What do you want with me? Let a champ do his thing and leave me be, will ya? This is the only money I've got and you'll only get it over my dead body." He frowned. "Although that doesn't seem to bother you all that much, does it?" He pauses, a new idea flashing through his brain. "You seem like you have money. Buy me a drink." He demands.
"...Even though I once was one."
The person frowns. "No"
“These are absolutely the best. More! More!”
“Okay, okay, rich person. Well you owe me for wasting my time, so how are you gonna pay that back?”
“Feel… a little… woozy…”
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I’m free! I’m free! Oh this is the good-est I’ve felt in forever and ever! It’s like the whole world is singing!
"The whisper of the sea calls to me. Every day, every night, every breath I take leads me closer and closer there. It is my lifeblood, my peace."
Gale huffed, remembering the words he had spoken long ago. The sea may have been a refuge, but it was never his peace, and it never would be. But still, he kept being called there, like the old days. Today he leaned against a small ramshackle building by the bay, flipping a silver coin in his hand. A simple steal, one he would use to buy a piece of bread tonight. A few people stopped to watch the impressive display, but when he glared at them, they quickly turned away. Gale ran a bony hand through his hair, it was rather oily. He knew he smelled of salt and vinegar, but he had gotten over the scent. It had stuck with him for years, and now he barely noticed it.
Gale was a tall young man-not as manly as he wished he would be, but he passed fine enough, despite not having any facial hair. He happened to be a demon descendant, but that was all too common around these parts. His skin was a deep gray blue, and a pair of sharp horns protruded from his forehead, sticking out of locks of blue hair the color of the deepest seas. Dark, hopeless eyes flashed around, staring longingly at the massive galleon in the bay. But he could never go back to sea. He was bad luck. And although nobody knew why he was bad luck except him, they had surely figured it out already.
"I wish I could be there forever..."
A small creak from above him betrays the presence of a person on top of the Shack. As they look up, he sees a small, stout person who stands wearing a black cloak that entirely covers their body, other than their arms and legs. Their arms and legs are firmly muscled and covered in more scars than unmarred skin. The same is with their arms, except that part of their left arm is missing, a chunk out of the bicep. And as you stare upwards, their head turns downward, but the only thing you can see are bright, orange eyes that betray a life of hardship and tragedy. Their body appears to be masculine, but as they speak while looking at you, their voice is quite feminine
"What brings you here?"
And they speak, they praise the words just differently, as if the language had changed since they learned to speak.
"I hope... I hope you'll have friends someday, Gale. You deserve it."
His head jerked up immediately, his heart starting to pound. He took a deep breath after the person spoke, and then let out a rough chuckle. It seemed like he hasn't spoken in a long time-well, he hasn't, but he's good at talking. Plenty good.
"The sea, of course. Isn't that what everyone's here for? This god-forsaken city is only busy because it's the only place close to the sea in the country." He huffed again. "I mean, it is a land of scoundrels. Who knows, maybe I'm a scoundrel." The words he said were cheerful, but he let no cheer escape his lips. He wasn't the kind to be happy. Well-he used to be, but that was the past. Now, he had to focus on survival. As long as he could.
"What do you want?" He asked, voice turning harsh. "I know many people here come for the chance to mock us street people, but I don't let that happen to me. I have a bit of bark, but I've got a lot of bite."
"Gale! Help me! GALE!"
The person laughs at the bad attempt at a threat.
"I am not here for the sea. And I do not come to mock street people, as I once was one."
"I hate those rich people with all my heart."
"So. What do you want with me? Let a champ do his thing and leave me be, will ya? This is the only money I've got and you'll only get it over my dead body." He frowned. "Although that doesn't seem to bother you all that much, does it?" He pauses, a new idea flashing through his brain. "You seem like you have money. Buy me a drink." He demands.
"...Even though I once was one."
The person frowns. "No"
“These are absolutely the best. More! More!”
“Okay, okay, rich person. Well you owe me for wasting my time, so how are you gonna pay that back?”
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love K-pop Demon Hunters and Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
He grunts and slowly walks into the tavern. He opens the door quietly and goes in. He heads to a table where no one is sitting and rests on one of the chairs. He slides off his hood. He has a squared face with a few scars and bruises. He has a dark brown hair that looks like it’s been in a tornado. His piercing golden orange eyes dart around the room.
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A small man is standing near a tavern inside of town, staring down the tavern, wearing a dark hood with bright orange eyes peeking out.
A man wearing a full suit of plate, with another suit of plate on top, with a weasel on his shoulder passes by the man, stops, walks backwards, and says, “Flint unsure of where Flint is. Steel says ‘Gurthanland.’ Is this ‘Guethanland?’”
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I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
The small person from before darts to the table where they are sitting, and sits down, interlacing both hands in front of them, with their elbows on the table, and their face resting on the interlaced hands.
A small man is standing near a tavern inside of town, staring down the tavern, wearing a dark hood with bright orange eyes peeking out.
A man wearing a full suit of plate, with another suit of plate on top, with a weasel on his shoulder passes by the man, stops, walks backwards, and says, “Flint unsure of where Flint is. Steel says ‘Gurthanland.’ Is this ‘Guethanland?’”
The small person from before darts to the table where they are sitting, and sits down, interlacing both hands in front of them, with their elbows on the table, and their face resting on the interlaced hands.
(Sorry, I’m confused are we playing that one. I thought I already went in?)
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[ Welcome to Birb World ] She/her
Private Message Me If You Are Interested In Getting An Icon Made For Free
(My Account Icon is an example of how they will look.)
A small man is standing near a tavern inside of town, staring down the tavern, wearing a dark hood with bright orange eyes peeking out.
A man wearing a full suit of plate, with another suit of plate on top, with a weasel on his shoulder passes by the man, stops, walks backwards, and says, “Flint unsure of where Flint is. Steel says ‘Gurthanland.’ Is this ‘Guethanland?’”
"That would not be a question for me."
“But you are here! Which means…you know where we are! Right?”
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I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
The small person from before darts to the table where they are sitting, and sits down, interlacing both hands in front of them, with their elbows on the table, and their face resting on the interlaced hands.
(Sorry, I’m confused are we playing that one. I thought I already went in?)
Yes, you did, and I moved to where you are, and sat down.
The small person from before darts to the table where they are sitting, and sits down, interlacing both hands in front of them, with their elbows on the table, and their face resting on the interlaced hands.
(Sorry, I’m confused are we playing that one. I thought I already went in?)
Yes, you did, and I moved to where you are, and sat down.
(Ah, ok sorry about being confused. Thanks for clearing it up. I’ll continue rp.)
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The person laughs at the bad attempt at a threat.
"I am not here for the sea. And I do not come to mock street people, as I once was one."
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
"I hate those rich people with all my heart."
"So. What do you want with me? Let a champ do his thing and leave me be, will ya? This is the only money I've got and you'll only get it over my dead body." He frowned. "Although that doesn't seem to bother you all that much, does it?" He pauses, a new idea flashing through his brain. "You seem like you have money. Buy me a drink." He demands.
"...Even though I once was one."
I’m free! I’m free! Oh this is the good-est I’ve felt in forever and ever! It’s like the whole world is singing!
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
The person frowns. "No"
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
Whenever your ready
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
May I join?
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love K-pop Demon Hunters and Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Listen to Sun Cycles!
If you can RP deep and full.
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
Yuh ofc! I’ll write up responses and intros now. Finished up a new warrior cats OC :3 so now I’m free
I’m free! I’m free! Oh this is the good-est I’ve felt in forever and ever! It’s like the whole world is singing!
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
“These are absolutely the best. More! More!”
“Okay, okay, rich person. Well you owe me for wasting my time, so how are you gonna pay that back?”
“Feel… a little… woozy…”
I’m free! I’m free! Oh this is the good-est I’ve felt in forever and ever! It’s like the whole world is singing!
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Why do you think I have money?"
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
*Yayy my many OC's have a place now*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
Ok! Still need to think of a Char.
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love K-pop Demon Hunters and Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Listen to Sun Cycles!
A small man is standing near a tavern inside of town, staring down the tavern, wearing a dark hood with bright orange eyes peeking out.
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
He grunts and slowly walks into the tavern. He opens the door quietly and goes in. He heads to a table where no one is sitting and rests on one of the chairs. He slides off his hood. He has a squared face with a few scars and bruises. He has a dark brown hair that looks like it’s been in a tornado. His piercing golden orange eyes dart around the room.
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A man wearing a full suit of plate, with another suit of plate on top, with a weasel on his shoulder passes by the man, stops, walks backwards, and says, “Flint unsure of where Flint is. Steel says ‘Gurthanland.’ Is this ‘Guethanland?’”
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
The small person from before darts to the table where they are sitting, and sits down, interlacing both hands in front of them, with their elbows on the table, and their face resting on the interlaced hands.
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
"That would not be a question for me."
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
(Sorry, I’m confused are we playing that one. I thought I already went in?)
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“But you are here! Which means…you know where we are! Right?”
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
Yes, you did, and I moved to where you are, and sat down.
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
(Ah, ok sorry about being confused. Thanks for clearing it up. I’ll continue rp.)
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