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It had been a long day, Patch thought in his head as he wandered the hallway. He had one more class to get through before it was over. The only problem being that it was his worst class. The one with all the jokesters and jocks who do their best to try and annoys th eteacher to no end. This...

(Sorry this is short I’m pretty busy at the moment) Name: Patch(real name unknown by people) Age: claims to be 30 Race: Scarecrow(spirit/entity that possessed it) Role: Magic/Cursed artifacts Appearance: jack o lantern carved head, body made of gnarled sticks and limbs, smoke sometimes...

About a month. All of mine keep dying before any of the good stuff happens, and I’m starting to get a little suspicious on whether it’s me causing it

My favorite is that Finland doesn’t exist and was made by Russia and Japan to hide their fishing waters

At least a couple times a day, probably more depending on how often my partner posts

Hiya gang, it’s Patch, back for another roleplay idea. I’ve been watching a lot of war related stuff(idk, it was all that seemed interesting on the tv as of right now) and got to thinking about something that I haven’t seen on here. Most of the stories told are of the heroes and the ‘good guys’...

Count me in as well!

Armand was getting a little drowsy, mostly from his wound. He thought about what could make the feeling go away before stating again, “Can we please begin discussing why were here today. I assure you the tavern will be here by the time we’re finished.” he says.

Armand smiled slightly before letting go of the hand, he acted almost as awkward as she did, he wasn't very used to being social.

Armand looked over at her, he had been in silence for a while, but noticed her effort at trying to communicate. He found it almost...noble. As he sighed he slowly reached out his hand. "My name is Armand. It's a pleasure to meet you." He said, an almost smile appearing on his face.

Armand grumbled at the sound of the flute, but didnt say anything about it, not like he could stop it even if we wanted to. He sat in silence for a while as Lukas showed up. He nodded his head in response to the greeting. "Why does it up like this every single time we meet..."

holy hell, i never thought that anyone would go for this any way is fine, whatever youre comfortable with

I’d be down for this

Your man Patchy is back with some more RP concepts. This time they all have a same basic theme; the characters involved are alone. Below are a few ideas I’ve co,e up with. -ship/plane wreck in which our characters are the only survivors -we simply wake up one day, and we’re the only people...

Armand sat in silence for a while, he understood he probably wasn’t the easiest to strike up a conversation with. He instead went about shining his weapon with a rag. Eventually, his own thoughts became too much to bear, and he decided to break the silence. “So...shall we discuss why were here?”