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Time to make an Institute Synth wondering if he dreams of electric sheep

Sounds interesting enough. Reminds me of Exalted

Second

Very interested. Love WoD

My father used to say that ‘every man lives his life his own, and it is the very fragility and fleeting reality of life that makes it so valuable.’ He also used to say that you could never trust the Fey. I oft thought the two went hand in hand, though at the time I could never of known how...

A Black-Hearted Epitaph While we were still dating, i put out a large amount of gold for anyone who had a cure for vampirism. Most of them were overly convoluted. ‘A Toreador of power such as hers? beyond saving’ A cleric of Iomedae once told me. It was then that i lost my faith in the gods. I...

'Эстеликтер меники эмес, бирок Пулководогу жолугушуу унутулбайт. Бардык дубалдарды өзү үчүн курган. Анын ордуна эч нерсе сураба. Анын сени сүйүп калганына алтымыш жылдан ашты.' Words that didn't belong to John echoed in his head, at least they didn't all belong to him, he stopped for a moment to...

Mortal Operative: Name: Echo Rhorer Age: 24 Personality: Despite being born mute, Echo has never had a problem being heard. If anything, she makes more noise than most, and her larger-than-life antics often make her the forefront of attention. Despite that, she can be incredibly focused when it...

“Look, I put the human in my mouth, but I didnt inhale. Come on, we were all young once…”

Time to make a demon eating human B)

It'll be a day or two before I can get a CS up, but I'd love to sign with your Demon as their human partner, if theyre still available

Hell yeah! Does anyone have any ideas about their demon? Looking for inspo .-.

Welcome to Apple Grove, a sleepy little town with a population just under two hundred, located in idyllic Mason County, West Virginia. Around thirty years ago, sighting of "The Mothman" drew attention to the county, but urban legends aren't why you're headed there. Mysterious disappearances...

Interested

"Nous n’avons plus d’argent pour enterrer nos morts. Le prêtre est là, marquant le pris des funérailles; Et les corps étendus, troués par les mitrailles, Atteendent un linceul, une croix, un remords."

John eyed the new samovar suspiciously; would it have been rude to knock it over again? Almost certainly, though, that did very little to dissuade him from his desire to do so. Luckily, or perhaps unfortunately, he didn't get the chance. Something massive could be heard lumbering about upstairs...

"Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving...