forum Character Chat

Started November 24, 2018 by @nefelibata

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Come as one of your OCs and talk/chat, I'm looking for some inspo for a character

Hey, I'm Fern kom Skaikru, welcome!

Hey there! I’m Cameron! It’s a pleasure.

He- Hello, I'm Jax…
Is there a kitchen here?

Hey Cameron, hey Jax! Sorry I didn't bring much food but help yourself

By the way, I don't talk much, I'd prefer to stay on the sidelines. As I said, just looking for inspiration so it'd be great if you could tell me about yourselves so I can gather ideas. Thanks!

(Gotcha!)

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As you can see, I’m 6’4 and pretty muscular. But I’m more of a friendly giant than anything. I cook a lot too, but I mainly stay at home with friends and family.

I also like to cook, I'm pretty short and have bad eyesight, that's why I wear these huge ass glasses.

Ooh! What do you like to cook? One of my best dishes is boiled shrimp and crab, since my resturant’s out by the ocean.

I mostly bake to be honest… But if we're speaking savory dishes, then mine would be spaghetti or steak.

(Guess I'll bring in my psycho dragon-man here)

Frick, as long as it's eatable and doesn't taste like a dirty dishrag, then I like it!

Man with sandy hair and green eyes walks in. He looks slightly Japanese. "The name's Toran Sannami. I heard there was a party going on?"

I don't know…

Small, young teen male comes into the room. "It is raining outside. So I beg hospitality from the kind residents of this place, wherever it is…" Stares around confused.

Don: What's cooking? (sniffing the air) Literally… What is that smell?

a lightly muscular teen girl shuffles into the slightly crowded room. "I'm Harper Smith and I need to call 911, i got shot." She says holding her side where her shirt is a reddish brown color instead of white. she drops to her knees slightly unconscious.

The boy races to the girl, "We need a healer!"

"Tell him to find the journal." Harper says and passes out on the floor.

"What is she talking about?" said Toran, jumping forwards to Harper to assess the injury.

"W-what just happened?" Don asks, alarmed. He takes out his cellphone to call an ambulance, just to find that his phone was disabled. "Crap! What do we do?" He runs his hands through his dark brown hair. His grey eyes grow wide.

Toaran ran to a phone on the wall. "Try this."

He dials 911, and reports the situation. But Don has an issue. "Where am I? Where are we?" he asked.

Harper wakes up and croaks out, "Where is a med kit? I can get the bullet out myself."

Don passes the phone to the someone on his left, Toaran. Then he rushes to Harper. "I got a small kit in my backpack," he says. "I have to go get it, but you need to stop the bleeding." Don looks around, uncomfortably. He shrugs and rips off his shirt. He passes it to Harper. "Hang in there, I'll go get the kit."