Deimos is standing nearby a small build. Waiting for someone to show up.
*Inside or outside the city?*
*Inside.*
Sparrow wanders past Deimos, glancing around at the city in wonder. His blanket is firmly around his shoulders, and his hair has gotten damp from the constant darkness and lack of wind.
Deimos's head follows them. Staring at the damp hair, wondering where it came from.
Deimos is standing nearby a small build. Waiting for someone to show up.
*Inside or outside the city?*
*Inside.*
Sparrow wanders past Deimos, glancing around at the city in wonder. His blanket is firmly around his shoulders, and his hair has gotten damp from the constant darkness and lack of wind.
Deimos's head follows them. Staring at the damp hair, wondering where it came from.
Sparrow doesn't seem to notice, before suddenly feeling Deimos's presence. He frowns. "What are you looking at?"
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
Deimos is standing nearby a small build. Waiting for someone to show up.
*Inside or outside the city?*
*Inside.*
Sparrow wanders past Deimos, glancing around at the city in wonder. His blanket is firmly around his shoulders, and his hair has gotten damp from the constant darkness and lack of wind.
Deimos's head follows them. Staring at the damp hair, wondering where it came from.
Sparrow doesn't seem to notice, before suddenly feeling Deimos's presence. He frowns. "What are you looking at?"
Deimos is standing nearby a small build. Waiting for someone to show up.
*Inside or outside the city?*
*Inside.*
Sparrow wanders past Deimos, glancing around at the city in wonder. His blanket is firmly around his shoulders, and his hair has gotten damp from the constant darkness and lack of wind.
Deimos's head follows them. Staring at the damp hair, wondering where it came from.
Sparrow doesn't seem to notice, before suddenly feeling Deimos's presence. He frowns. "What are you looking at?"
"The hair. It's damp."
"What hair?" Sparrow asks, looking around. "I don't see any hair..."
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
Deimos is standing nearby a small build. Waiting for someone to show up.
*Inside or outside the city?*
*Inside.*
Sparrow wanders past Deimos, glancing around at the city in wonder. His blanket is firmly around his shoulders, and his hair has gotten damp from the constant darkness and lack of wind.
Deimos's head follows them. Staring at the damp hair, wondering where it came from.
Sparrow doesn't seem to notice, before suddenly feeling Deimos's presence. He frowns. "What are you looking at?"
"The hair. It's damp."
"What hair?" Sparrow asks, looking around. "I don't see any hair..."
Deimos is standing nearby a small build. Waiting for someone to show up.
*Inside or outside the city?*
*Inside.*
Sparrow wanders past Deimos, glancing around at the city in wonder. His blanket is firmly around his shoulders, and his hair has gotten damp from the constant darkness and lack of wind.
Deimos's head follows them. Staring at the damp hair, wondering where it came from.
Sparrow doesn't seem to notice, before suddenly feeling Deimos's presence. He frowns. "What are you looking at?"
"The hair. It's damp."
"What hair?" Sparrow asks, looking around. "I don't see any hair..."
"Probably because it's on your head."
Sparrow touches his head and nods. "Ohhhhhh... Okay."
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
Deimos is standing nearby a small build. Waiting for someone to show up.
*Inside or outside the city?*
*Inside.*
Sparrow wanders past Deimos, glancing around at the city in wonder. His blanket is firmly around his shoulders, and his hair has gotten damp from the constant darkness and lack of wind.
Deimos's head follows them. Staring at the damp hair, wondering where it came from.
Sparrow doesn't seem to notice, before suddenly feeling Deimos's presence. He frowns. "What are you looking at?"
"The hair. It's damp."
"What hair?" Sparrow asks, looking around. "I don't see any hair..."
"Probably because it's on your head."
Sparrow touches his head and nods. "Ohhhhhh... Okay."
"Yeah. You can't really look at the top of your head."
Two figures emerge from their cells, holding each other up, both looking equally exhausted. One is a female humanoid, with pale blue skin and long white hair. Her eyes are pure white, and she is wearing a brightly coloured blue and green dress underneath a set of worn leather armor. The other is also female, and at first glance looks more human, but upon further inspection, her skin has a faint opalescent shimmer to it. She is wearing singed and strangely dyed clothing, with an equally battered pair of leather armor on top. Both of them have mechanical left arms, the first inlaid with carvings of wind and lightning, the second with stars. The second woman also has a scar around her right eye, which seems to be a large burn mark. The opalescent shine is much more noticeable on the scar, and she also appears to have a mechanical eye.
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
*Turn your phone to the side you can see the commands then*
*oh my god this changed my life*
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
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Deimos's head follows them. Staring at the damp hair, wondering where it came from.
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, SuperDog, and Foalin.
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Sparrow doesn't seem to notice, before suddenly feeling Deimos's presence. He frowns. "What are you looking at?"
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"The hair. It's damp."
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, SuperDog, and Foalin.
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
"What hair?" Sparrow asks, looking around. "I don't see any hair..."
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
*Actually, I'm realizing I don't have an easy way to share the character sheet for my character cause I don't use DDB for them.*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
"Probably because it's on your head."
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, SuperDog, and Foalin.
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Sparrow touches his head and nods. "Ohhhhhh... Okay."
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
*Google doc is fine*
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"Yeah. You can't really look at the top of your head."
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, SuperDog, and Foalin.
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Two figures emerge from their cells, holding each other up, both looking equally exhausted. One is a female humanoid, with pale blue skin and long white hair. Her eyes are pure white, and she is wearing a brightly coloured blue and green dress underneath a set of worn leather armor. The other is also female, and at first glance looks more human, but upon further inspection, her skin has a faint opalescent shimmer to it. She is wearing singed and strangely dyed clothing, with an equally battered pair of leather armor on top. Both of them have mechanical left arms, the first inlaid with carvings of wind and lightning, the second with stars. The second woman also has a scar around her right eye, which seems to be a large burn mark. The opalescent shine is much more noticeable on the scar, and she also appears to have a mechanical eye.
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
*call me if you want to enter a new area*
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*I do! Is there place I can fight then rp?*
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, SuperDog, and Foalin.
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
*I’d be up for running or doing a fight!*
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
*on mobile rn so can’t fight :((*
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
*If you explore enough yes*
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*Then I'll go exploring.*
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, SuperDog, and Foalin.
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
*Turn your phone to the side you can see the commands then*
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*Which character and are they going solo?*
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*Deimos. And they would look for some sort of Tank. Unless Mel wants to come.*
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, SuperDog, and Foalin.
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
*oh my god this changed my life*
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!