holy shit, it’s a bunch of my interests meshed together! if you’re willing to have another person, then count me very much in!
(… if you’re curious, I’ve beaten all three endings of armored core 6: fires of rubicon. third ending boss was actual hell on earth to me to wrangle down and beat. I...
Alphonse d'Rivière
Male (he/him + they/them [on occasion]) // 17 // House Rivière
Ice-Steel // Neutral Good // Scholar
Personality
{ ⚜ A quiet individual, Alphonse usually would rather keep to the background of a room and shy away from the center of attention, and the scholar carries himself...
Once again, life decides to choral me for a good while. Once again, my apologies for the delay. Eternally exhausted with final exams being torn through my schedule. I know it isn’t a good excuse but it’s the only thing I have to say.
I’ll see if I can get a response out within the next few...
Hello, my name is Blitz! While I did take a bit of a break due to IRL stuff, I've been on and off roleplaying for upwards of almost 10 years! Impressive, nonetheless. I've seen my fair share of writing styles and have done my fair share as well, but because of my age I respectfully ask my rp...
“Oscar… Your claws are digging into my shoulder.”
A chirp from the Archen as he tried his best to refluff his fur and tuck his head into Jordan’s collar, kneeding with his little claws and murping out an apologetic “Chen…” The two, trainer and Pokémon, were heading away from Sandgem Town on...
It seemed that the situation of the major wound on the barmaid's leg was slowly getting patched, at least until a proper medical person could see to it. Medical help inside of the cities was miles more powerful than what you can do on the field. So, Morriel simply closed her eyes and leaned...
The struggle between the elven and the basilisk went on a bit more, the monster thrashing around and Morriel almost loosing her grip through the carved out socket of the eye. But as she was about to yank out the bloodied dagger once again to fully pierce the skull of the beast, the basilisk let...
Morriel was, at least in the eyes of the basilisk, a free meal. Notching another arrow in the meat of a fight was almost a death sentence, but a fellow kept it from being one by the acrid sound of acid and, looking up, that was indeed the case. A quick glance reviewed that Brenier was the one...
Brenier didn’t seem that interested in the dragon-finding compass, but Morriel leaned forward as the other expressed his disbelief. A smile upon her lips, almost a smirk, told Bren all he needed to know about the eleven’s choice.
Before she spoke, however, a fisherman busted in as white as a...