*OKAY! FEEL FREE TO INTERACT WITH ANY OF THESE!!!!!!!*
A latino guy, about sixteen, leans against a dome. Every few minutes, he adjusts his stance, grumbling. The domes aren't very easy to lean on. He wears a hoodie and sweatpants, despite the hot day, and his curly brown hair is accented by a small frown, eyes nearly charcoal black.
A kid who looks to be maybe a year younger than him runs up to him, smiling. They appear androgynous, wearing an oversized yellow and white flannel jacket with a long beige skirt. "Oy- hey there, Julian! How've you been?"
The boy, Julian, frowns. "Do I know you?" He takes a second to look at the kid. "No. No I don't. I think you'd better tell me how you know me. Or are you some rando with a freakish memory who met me once and never forgot?"
*Currently the only character I have is Ansa. Who ya got?*
*this random guy I made up on the fly named Vix.*
*Alright! Do you wanna start or should I?*
*Can you start?*
*Okie!*
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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!
Ansa is sitting down on the grass in front of his dome, looking around at the surrounding people. He's wearing a pale beige shirt and dusty overalls, and seems very shy. He has a backpack hooked over one arm, and looks to be a bit nervous.
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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!
*OKAY! FEEL FREE TO INTERACT WITH ANY OF THESE!!!!!!!*
A latino guy, about sixteen, leans against a dome. Every few minutes, he adjusts his stance, grumbling. The domes aren't very easy to lean on. He wears a hoodie and sweatpants, despite the hot day, and his curly brown hair is accented by a small frown, eyes nearly charcoal black.
A kid who looks to be maybe a year younger than him runs up to him, smiling. They appear androgynous, wearing an oversized yellow and white flannel jacket with a long beige skirt. "Oy- hey there, Julian! How've you been?"
The boy, Julian, frowns. "Do I know you?" He takes a second to look at the kid. "No. No I don't. I think you'd better tell me how you know me. Or are you some rando with a freakish memory who met me once and never forgot?"
She blinks, before groaning. "Oh- dammit. Uh- sorry about that! I got a bit confused. I do that sometimes. Uh- just to clarify- could you remind me what year it is? I'm actually quite forgetful."
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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!
Ansa is sitting down on the grass in front of his dome, looking around at the surrounding people. He's wearing a pale beige shirt and dusty overalls, and seems very shy. He has a backpack hooked over one arm, and looks to be a bit nervous.
A guy with black hair and fair skin walks up beside Ansa and says “hello who might you be?”
*OKAY! FEEL FREE TO INTERACT WITH ANY OF THESE!!!!!!!*
A latino guy, about sixteen, leans against a dome. Every few minutes, he adjusts his stance, grumbling. The domes aren't very easy to lean on. He wears a hoodie and sweatpants, despite the hot day, and his curly brown hair is accented by a small frown, eyes nearly charcoal black.
A kid who looks to be maybe a year younger than him runs up to him, smiling. They appear androgynous, wearing an oversized yellow and white flannel jacket with a long beige skirt. "Oy- hey there, Julian! How've you been?"
The boy, Julian, frowns. "Do I know you?" He takes a second to look at the kid. "No. No I don't. I think you'd better tell me how you know me. Or are you some rando with a freakish memory who met me once and never forgot?"
She blinks, before groaning. "Oh- dammit. Uh- sorry about that! I got a bit confused. I do that sometimes. Uh- just to clarify- could you remind me what year it is? I'm actually quite forgetful."
"You crazy or something? It's 2038. Hey, you probably have better things to be doing right now. Like... y'know... being in an asylum."
Ansa is sitting down on the grass in front of his dome, looking around at the surrounding people. He's wearing a pale beige shirt and dusty overalls, and seems very shy. He has a backpack hooked over one arm, and looks to be a bit nervous.
A guy with black hair and fair skin walks up beside Ansa and says “hello who might you be?”
He looks up, and waves at him. "Oh! Hi! I'm new here. My name's Ansa! What's yours?"
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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!
*OKAY! FEEL FREE TO INTERACT WITH ANY OF THESE!!!!!!!*
A latino guy, about sixteen, leans against a dome. Every few minutes, he adjusts his stance, grumbling. The domes aren't very easy to lean on. He wears a hoodie and sweatpants, despite the hot day, and his curly brown hair is accented by a small frown, eyes nearly charcoal black.
A kid who looks to be maybe a year younger than him runs up to him, smiling. They appear androgynous, wearing an oversized yellow and white flannel jacket with a long beige skirt. "Oy- hey there, Julian! How've you been?"
The boy, Julian, frowns. "Do I know you?" He takes a second to look at the kid. "No. No I don't. I think you'd better tell me how you know me. Or are you some rando with a freakish memory who met me once and never forgot?"
She blinks, before groaning. "Oh- dammit. Uh- sorry about that! I got a bit confused. I do that sometimes. Uh- just to clarify- could you remind me what year it is? I'm actually quite forgetful."
"You crazy or something? It's 2038. Hey, you probably have better things to be doing right now. Like... y'know... being in an asylum."
"... Dammit. It's 2038? This is right when we just meet, isn't it? So that's why you were so confused by me... this actually makes a lot of sense."
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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!
Ansa is sitting down on the grass in front of his dome, looking around at the surrounding people. He's wearing a pale beige shirt and dusty overalls, and seems very shy. He has a backpack hooked over one arm, and looks to be a bit nervous.
A guy with black hair and fair skin walks up beside Ansa and says “hello who might you be?”
He looks up, and waves at him. "Oh! Hi! I'm new here. My name's Ansa! What's yours?"
Ansa is sitting down on the grass in front of his dome, looking around at the surrounding people. He's wearing a pale beige shirt and dusty overalls, and seems very shy. He has a backpack hooked over one arm, and looks to be a bit nervous.
A guy with black hair and fair skin walks up beside Ansa and says “hello who might you be?”
He looks up, and waves at him. "Oh! Hi! I'm new here. My name's Ansa! What's yours?"
“The names Vix or (he scowls) steelpiercer.*
"Vix or Steelpiercer? That's a strange name. Are you new here as well?"
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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!
Ansa is sitting down on the grass in front of his dome, looking around at the surrounding people. He's wearing a pale beige shirt and dusty overalls, and seems very shy. He has a backpack hooked over one arm, and looks to be a bit nervous.
A guy with black hair and fair skin walks up beside Ansa and says “hello who might you be?”
He looks up, and waves at him. "Oh! Hi! I'm new here. My name's Ansa! What's yours?"
“The names Vix or (he scowls) steelpiercer.*
"Vix or Steelpiercer? That's a strange name. Are you new here as well?"
“Nah i’ve been here 3 years and despised every one of them”
Seemingly out of thin air, a girl appears. She looks to be about 15 or so, with fair skin, brown hair with purple highlights in that style where it's really long on one side and really short on the other, and sea-green eyes. She's wearing jeans and a slightly faded shirt that reads "For My Last Trick", with an unzipped hoodie over top reading "Death of an Optimist", and headphones around her neck. She sits down at the base on a tree, and starts reading a book.
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...
*OKAY! FEEL FREE TO INTERACT WITH ANY OF THESE!!!!!!!*
A latino guy, about sixteen, leans against a dome. Every few minutes, he adjusts his stance, grumbling. The domes aren't very easy to lean on. He wears a hoodie and sweatpants, despite the hot day, and his curly brown hair is accented by a small frown, eyes nearly charcoal black.
A kid who looks to be maybe a year younger than him runs up to him, smiling. They appear androgynous, wearing an oversized yellow and white flannel jacket with a long beige skirt. "Oy- hey there, Julian! How've you been?"
The boy, Julian, frowns. "Do I know you?" He takes a second to look at the kid. "No. No I don't. I think you'd better tell me how you know me. Or are you some rando with a freakish memory who met me once and never forgot?"
She blinks, before groaning. "Oh- dammit. Uh- sorry about that! I got a bit confused. I do that sometimes. Uh- just to clarify- could you remind me what year it is? I'm actually quite forgetful."
"You crazy or something? It's 2038. Hey, you probably have better things to be doing right now. Like... y'know... being in an asylum."
"... Dammit. It's 2038? This is right when we just meet, isn't it? So that's why you were so confused by me... this actually makes a lot of sense."
"Uh... what?" He pauses. "Oh jeez, you're some sort of time traveler. I should have known..."
*OKAY! FEEL FREE TO INTERACT WITH ANY OF THESE!!!!!!!*
A latino guy, about sixteen, leans against a dome. Every few minutes, he adjusts his stance, grumbling. The domes aren't very easy to lean on. He wears a hoodie and sweatpants, despite the hot day, and his curly brown hair is accented by a small frown, eyes nearly charcoal black.
A kid who looks to be maybe a year younger than him runs up to him, smiling. They appear androgynous, wearing an oversized yellow and white flannel jacket with a long beige skirt. "Oy- hey there, Julian! How've you been?"
The boy, Julian, frowns. "Do I know you?" He takes a second to look at the kid. "No. No I don't. I think you'd better tell me how you know me. Or are you some rando with a freakish memory who met me once and never forgot?"
She blinks, before groaning. "Oh- dammit. Uh- sorry about that! I got a bit confused. I do that sometimes. Uh- just to clarify- could you remind me what year it is? I'm actually quite forgetful."
"You crazy or something? It's 2038. Hey, you probably have better things to be doing right now. Like... y'know... being in an asylum."
"... Dammit. It's 2038? This is right when we just meet, isn't it? So that's why you were so confused by me... this actually makes a lot of sense."
"Uh... what?" He pauses. "Oh jeez, you're some sort of time traveler. I should have known..."
"Well- not exactly? I'm not really a time traveler, and more so... I exist throughout all time simultaneously? But also separately? It's complicated."
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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!
Ansa is sitting down on the grass in front of his dome, looking around at the surrounding people. He's wearing a pale beige shirt and dusty overalls, and seems very shy. He has a backpack hooked over one arm, and looks to be a bit nervous.
A guy with black hair and fair skin walks up beside Ansa and says “hello who might you be?”
He looks up, and waves at him. "Oh! Hi! I'm new here. My name's Ansa! What's yours?"
“The names Vix or (he scowls) steelpiercer.*
"Vix or Steelpiercer? That's a strange name. Are you new here as well?"
“Nah i’ve been here 3 years and despised every one of them”
"Oh! So you like... know the lay of the land, yeah? Do you like, have everything memorized by now?"
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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!
Seemingly out of thin air, a girl appears. She looks to be about 15 or so, with fair skin, brown hair with purple highlights in that style where it's really long on one side and really short on the other, and sea-green eyes. She's wearing jeans and a slightly faded shirt that reads "For My Last Trick", with an unzipped hoodie over top reading "Death of an Optimist." She sits down at the base on a tree, and starts reading a book.
She notices a kid kneeling by the lakes edge. It's the ginger haired catboy. He spins around, yelping, and promptly falls into the water. "Ugh, ugh, ugh!"
*OKAY! FEEL FREE TO INTERACT WITH ANY OF THESE!!!!!!!*
A latino guy, about sixteen, leans against a dome. Every few minutes, he adjusts his stance, grumbling. The domes aren't very easy to lean on. He wears a hoodie and sweatpants, despite the hot day, and his curly brown hair is accented by a small frown, eyes nearly charcoal black.
A kid who looks to be maybe a year younger than him runs up to him, smiling. They appear androgynous, wearing an oversized yellow and white flannel jacket with a long beige skirt. "Oy- hey there, Julian! How've you been?"
The boy, Julian, frowns. "Do I know you?" He takes a second to look at the kid. "No. No I don't. I think you'd better tell me how you know me. Or are you some rando with a freakish memory who met me once and never forgot?"
She blinks, before groaning. "Oh- dammit. Uh- sorry about that! I got a bit confused. I do that sometimes. Uh- just to clarify- could you remind me what year it is? I'm actually quite forgetful."
"You crazy or something? It's 2038. Hey, you probably have better things to be doing right now. Like... y'know... being in an asylum."
"... Dammit. It's 2038? This is right when we just meet, isn't it? So that's why you were so confused by me... this actually makes a lot of sense."
"Uh... what?" He pauses. "Oh jeez, you're some sort of time traveler. I should have known..."
"Well- not exactly? I'm not really a time traveler, and more so... I exist throughout all time simultaneously? But also separately? It's complicated."
"I'd love to study that. Maybe they should put you in a lab or something."
Seemingly out of thin air, a girl appears. She looks to be about 15 or so, with fair skin, brown hair with purple highlights in that style where it's really long on one side and really short on the other, and sea-green eyes. She's wearing jeans and a slightly faded shirt that reads "For My Last Trick", with an unzipped hoodie over top reading "Death of an Optimist." She sits down at the base on a tree, and starts reading a book.
She notices a kid kneeling by the lakes edge. It's the ginger haired catboy. He spins around, yelping, and promptly falls into the water. "Ugh, ugh, ugh!"
She looks up in surprise and puts her book down. "You good? Do you need help?"
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...
Seemingly out of thin air, a girl appears. She looks to be about 15 or so, with fair skin, brown hair with purple highlights in that style where it's really long on one side and really short on the other, and sea-green eyes. She's wearing jeans and a slightly faded shirt that reads "For My Last Trick", with an unzipped hoodie over top reading "Death of an Optimist." She sits down at the base on a tree, and starts reading a book.
She notices a kid kneeling by the lakes edge. It's the ginger haired catboy. He spins around, yelping, and promptly falls into the water. "Ugh, ugh, ugh!"
She looks up in surprise and puts her book down. "You good? Do you need help?"
"Yep. Caden down. Please help. Think I'm gonna die." He says goofily, before attempting to get back up and falling again, before he eventually crawls out of the water.
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he/they
the art in my pfp is not mine!!!
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
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The boy, Julian, frowns. "Do I know you?" He takes a second to look at the kid. "No. No I don't. I think you'd better tell me how you know me. Or are you some rando with a freakish memory who met me once and never forgot?"
he/they
the art in my pfp is not mine!!!
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
*Okay! Do you want shapeshifter, catboy, or bard but edgy?*
he/they
the art in my pfp is not mine!!!
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
*Okie!*
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!
Ansa is sitting down on the grass in front of his dome, looking around at the surrounding people. He's wearing a pale beige shirt and dusty overalls, and seems very shy. He has a backpack hooked over one arm, and looks to be a bit nervous.
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!
She blinks, before groaning. "Oh- dammit. Uh- sorry about that! I got a bit confused. I do that sometimes. Uh- just to clarify- could you remind me what year it is? I'm actually quite forgetful."
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!
A guy with black hair and fair skin walks up beside Ansa and says “hello who might you be?”
|Il_______________________________________________lI|
Honor is dead, but I’ll see what I can do.
__________'*{]\|/[}*'__________
-Kaladin Stormblessed.
"You crazy or something? It's 2038. Hey, you probably have better things to be doing right now. Like... y'know... being in an asylum."
he/they
the art in my pfp is not mine!!!
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
He looks up, and waves at him. "Oh! Hi! I'm new here. My name's Ansa! What's yours?"
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!
"... Dammit. It's 2038? This is right when we just meet, isn't it? So that's why you were so confused by me... this actually makes a lot of sense."
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!
“The names Vix or (he scowls) steelpiercer.”
|Il_______________________________________________lI|
Honor is dead, but I’ll see what I can do.
__________'*{]\|/[}*'__________
-Kaladin Stormblessed.
"Vix or Steelpiercer? That's a strange name. Are you new here as well?"
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!
“Nah i’ve been here 3 years and despised every one of them”
|Il_______________________________________________lI|
Honor is dead, but I’ll see what I can do.
__________'*{]\|/[}*'__________
-Kaladin Stormblessed.
Seemingly out of thin air, a girl appears. She looks to be about 15 or so, with fair skin, brown hair with purple highlights in that style where it's really long on one side and really short on the other, and sea-green eyes. She's wearing jeans and a slightly faded shirt that reads "For My Last Trick", with an unzipped hoodie over top reading "Death of an Optimist", and headphones around her neck. She sits down at the base on a tree, and starts reading a book.
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..."Uh... what?" He pauses. "Oh jeez, you're some sort of time traveler. I should have known..."
he/they
the art in my pfp is not mine!!!
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
"Well- not exactly? I'm not really a time traveler, and more so... I exist throughout all time simultaneously? But also separately? It's complicated."
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!
"Oh! So you like... know the lay of the land, yeah? Do you like, have everything memorized by now?"
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!
She notices a kid kneeling by the lakes edge. It's the ginger haired catboy. He spins around, yelping, and promptly falls into the water. "Ugh, ugh, ugh!"
he/they
the art in my pfp is not mine!!!
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
"I'd love to study that. Maybe they should put you in a lab or something."
he/they
the art in my pfp is not mine!!!
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
She looks up in surprise and puts her book down. "You good? Do you need help?"
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..."Yep. Caden down. Please help. Think I'm gonna die." He says goofily, before attempting to get back up and falling again, before he eventually crawls out of the water.
he/they
the art in my pfp is not mine!!!
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3