@Desvelarse pets
(Aye if this is still going to be open for a hot sec, could I jump in?)
(Aye if this is still going to be open for a hot sec, could I jump in?)
(Yes! But you and CrazyCloneGirl123 are the last ones!)
(Alright, great)
(I gtg)
(Name: Thatcher Wain
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pan
Age: 728, but 18 in human years
Species: Something like a Reaper (he does have the stereotypical scythe and all, but he cannot kill whoever he pleases.)
Personality: Generally friendly, calm, helpful, generous, can get defensive, darkly humored, ambitious, stubborn, can be a bit cynical at times.
Appearance: Black neat hair, light indigo eyes, more of an athletic build, skin on the pale side, around 6’1 or so, black silhouette of a scythe tattooed on his forearm.
Powers: Has the ability to take and give life, thought he cannot do this too whoever he would like. Certain names appear on a notepad that he carries, and those are the only ones he is allowed to reap/help.
Talents: Lying, is pretty decent with animals.
Likes: Supernatural animals, thunderstorms, English classes.
Dislikes: Quiet spaces, persistant people, getting asked about why he has to reap certain people.
Other: When he was about 583, around 15 in human years, he came upon an abandoned hellhound pup that had its leg caught in a bear trap. He took pity on the animal and helped it, later nursing it back to health and adopting it. He named the three headed hound Nalla, and now she is his most trusted companion. She would be about 3 in normal dog years, but is already large in size (heads reaching Thatcher’s mid waist area).)
(neato)
Alright!
(I updated my character's profile)
Nice!
@Consulting_fangirl, I love your character!
Thanks! uwu
Shall we start?
(Sure)
(Not it!!!)
(NOT IT!!!)
(sigh)
(That means I have to start, doesn't it?)
(Ye :P)
I could if you guys want.
The library was nice and quiet, a wonderful place to sleep. Benji picked at his red bracelet, almost ready to fall asleep. He laid his baseball bat in front of him, smiling at the sparkling lights, and went back to studying his ancient runes spellbook.
Cressida walked into the library, hoping to find some information about a rune that Olive had sent her. She scanned the shelves but had no idea where to start looking.
Razz rode on down the long, winding, two and asphalt roads of the small town adjacent the school. He'd decided to do a little sightseeing, maybe pick up a lady, or get into a brawl, but it was time for school.
The first day was usually the best.
He approached the school and came to a stop, parking his 1200 Iron on the sidewalk next to a stop-sign.
Being the out-of-pocket, rebellious little bastard he was he decided this was as good a parking space as any.
He took out the cord and tied his bike to the sign. Next, he strode into school.
"Yeah, this year could be fun." He told himself, stopping to check on a group of acquaintances.
Thatcher strode through the halls, keeping his head lowered as he walked. He was looking down at his schedule with a frown, glancing up every once in a while to look for his locker. He eventually found it, unlocking it and swinging it open. He slung his backpack from his shoulders and set it by his feet. God, he hated leaving his home. He expected that Nalla would be completely restless when he would be gone. He also expected that she would break out of her pen and somehow find her way there. Not that he wouldn’t enjoy the possible chaos, it would simply be so inconvenient. He didn’t have any meat to feed her, and he didn’t need her attacking one of the other students if she got hungry.
Ryan's head was buried in his book of magic spells. He was chanting under his breath, but not actually casting them. He wasn't watching where he was going. He tripped, falling yelling out a spell to catch himself. He gives a breath of relief as he stands again, looking around nervously. Nothing. Ryan's father had decided that he would be sent to school. He had spent most of his life in the dark, not having social interaction, so it was decided. He would leave, and go explore this new school and the world around him. He sighs softly. Social interaction… greeeaaaaat.
"You alright buddy?" Raziel asks the stranger, offering a hand to him.
Ryan looks up, his cheeks blazing Great. Someone saw… "Y-yeah!" I'm fine!" he says nervously, but taking the offered hand. He smiles a little bit, standing.
Raziel gently yanked the other guy up.He
"Oh." He says, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his cargo pants. "Alright.&
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