Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...
*wanting to make some Arthurian themed characters cause I’m obsessed with ABD Illustrates’ Heartless series. I’ve got Percival (think he’s a knight, but mine isn’t.)*
*Yellow! Would anyone be interested in a roleplay :D i have percival, quintin, reaper, and bríz. Possibly more in the future.*
I would!!
*Kay awesome! Do you have any ideas of who would have the most interesting interaction with your fear goober?*
I've no idea, (since I have no idea about who your characters are), so just pick who you want!
*Awesome, i'll go bríz.*
A group of accipidians have formed a village separate from Bríz's rule. They watch the group, seething.
A feeling of utter terror envelops the group for a split second, then passes, as if some invisible horror had passed right by them. It leaves a single word echoing in their mind; "Hello."
Bríz frowns. "Another god approaches. Interesting." They watch as the group looks around and eventually gets back to their work.
"Who are you?" The presence asks. It doesn't say anything, but the words are there.
*i'm assuming this is a shrine or something like it?*
“I’m Bríz. And you are?”
*nope, they’re just watching their rebellious creations*
"I'm Ari'shal."
*oh silly*
Something... perceivable, at least, bleeds out of the fabric of reality, giving an impression, at least, of form to Ari'shal. "What might you be doing?"
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Warlocks: LostWanderingSoul. Low price of a soul, 20 pounds of flesh, and a jellybean! (Note: The flesh does not have to be yours) PM me if you're interested "God complex? I find it quite simple, actually."
"proud" owner of the Warlock Patron Bar/Threadand the Cult of The Thing that Lives Under Your Bed. Pronouns: They/It
*Yellow! Would anyone be interested in a roleplay :D i have percival, quintin, reaper, and bríz. Possibly more in the future.*
I would!!
*Kay awesome! Do you have any ideas of who would have the most interesting interaction with your fear goober?*
I've no idea, (since I have no idea about who your characters are), so just pick who you want!
*Awesome, i'll go bríz.*
A group of accipidians have formed a village separate from Bríz's rule. They watch the group, seething.
A feeling of utter terror envelops the group for a split second, then passes, as if some invisible horror had passed right by them. It leaves a single word echoing in their mind; "Hello."
Bríz frowns. "Another god approaches. Interesting." They watch as the group looks around and eventually gets back to their work.
"Who are you?" The presence asks. It doesn't say anything, but the words are there.
*i'm assuming this is a shrine or something like it?*
“I’m Bríz. And you are?”
*nope, they’re just watching their rebellious creations*
"I'm Ari'shal."
*oh silly*
Something... perceivable, at least, bleeds out of the fabric of reality, giving an impression, at least, of form to Ari'shal. "What might you be doing?"
“Watching them.” They say, pointing at the group. “They were some of mine-decided to leave, though. Now I’m wondering why.”
“I’m a nature goddess. I probably don’t need one.”
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta..."You don't need hands?"
When da yit gon flurgin
Bríz wanders through the lands, aflight and spinning through the air.
Percival tends to a field of flowers with his Cervic followers.
Quintin is talking to his Lupic followers for… something.
*Anyone got any suggestions for more characters/mortal characters?*
he/they
*I would like to rp with kather*
When da yit gon flurgin
Kather is practicing with her xenochromatic spear, against a humanoid training dummy in the feild
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
*who want?*
he/they
"Greetings mortal"
When da yit gon flurgin
*Percival*
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
She whirls around, pointing her spear. "What do you want?"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
*oop sowwy, missed the field part.*
Percival wanders over to Kather. “What did that dummy ever do to you?” He asks, tilting his head to the side.
he/they
"To talk"
When da yit gon flurgin
"You don't know them?" The dummy looks exactly like the reaper
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
"About what?"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
"Trade…I also brought a gift"
When da yit gon flurgin
*wanting to make some Arthurian themed characters cause I’m obsessed with ABD Illustrates’ Heartless series. I’ve got Percival (think he’s a knight, but mine isn’t.)*
he/they
He shakes his head. “I don’t make it my business to meet everyone I stumble across. I tend to avoid most but mortals.”
he/they
"I'm Ari'shal."
*oh silly*
Something... perceivable, at least, bleeds out of the fabric of reality, giving an impression, at least, of form to Ari'shal. "What might you be doing?"
Warlocks: LostWanderingSoul.
Low price of a soul, 20 pounds of flesh, and a jellybean! (Note: The flesh does not have to be yours) PM me if you're interested
"God complex? I find it quite simple, actually."
"proud" owner of the Warlock Patron Bar/Thread and the Cult of The Thing that Lives Under Your Bed.
Pronouns: They/It
An odd puddle of ink (extended signature)
“Watching them.” They say, pointing at the group. “They were some of mine-decided to leave, though. Now I’m wondering why.”
he/they
"... why?"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
“I prefer to flock with my followers. They need safety, and approaching dangerous gods does not seem a strategy to keep them safe.”
he/they