Fantasy OC | Muse is 21 | Mun is an adult | RP 18+ (mdni) | PFP: Yoojin Rhee | BG: knsl
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"𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑖 𝑄𝑢𝑎𝑚 𝐹𝑜𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑖... 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒓."
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⚔️Forged in #Mithril⚔️
❤️&🔃 and you will see the light!
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Bonne nuit, everybody.
Oh, and... thank you all for keeping me and my mom in your thoughts. It's a long road ahead but she's getting stronger and livelier. That's enough to keep me going in these trying times.
I appreciate you all very much, even if I don't have the right words for it. 😅
Bonne nuit, everybody.
Oh, and... thank you all for keeping me and my mom in your thoughts. It's a long road ahead but she's getting stronger and livelier. That's enough to keep me going in these trying times.
I appreciate you all very much, even if I don't have the right words for it. 😅
The knight opens his book of prayers.
"May the angels of dreaming protect you this night. May the paragons of love wash away your grievances. May the Lord of Light bless your morning when you awake."
The knight opens his book of prayers.
"May the angels of dreaming protect you this night. May the paragons of love wash away your grievances. May the Lord of Light bless your morning when you awake."
He lets out a growl of frustration, gritting his teeth behind his helmet.
"I... am sorry if it does seem that I am hateful or have a prejudice against your kind. It is... complicated."
Eyeing him up and down.
"Not like I asked to be a half blood y'know! I didn't even get to keep my wings!"
He lets out a growl of frustration, gritting his teeth behind his helmet.
"I... am sorry if it does seem that I am hateful or have a prejudice against your kind. It is... complicated."
Artorius's brain begins to rack itself in thought.
Artorius's brain begins to rack itself in thought.
#fantasyrp #ocrp #mvrp #dndrp
Mature themes present.
#fantasyrp #ocrp #mvrp #dndrp
Mature themes present.
Artorius takes a seat, taking his cape off his armor for her to use as a cushion.
Artorius splashes it on his helmet.
"...Do you have another?"
Artorius takes a seat, taking his cape off his armor for her to use as a cushion.
Artorius splashes it on his helmet.
"...Do you have another?"
Artorius splashes it on his helmet.
"...Do you have another?"
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ㅤㅤ「My Lord. May flowers bloom wherever you wander. 」
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ㅤㅤ「My Lord. May flowers bloom wherever you wander. 」
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"The circumstances of one's birth is irrelevant, it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are."
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"The circumstances of one's birth is irrelevant, it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are."
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....Please do not there be goblins."
....Please do not there be goblins."
Necromancy.
Tieflings and cambions.
Anyone who uses the word 'disingenuous'.
Improper grammar."
The knight calmly raised his hand up, before slowly turning his head to the side. A uncomfortably familiar tide washes over him.
"The cabals will be put down in due time."
The devil was ruthless and relentless.
No hesitation, no emotion, simple brutality and matter-of-factness.
"And they are worse still upon learning cabalistic practices."
His voice faded a bit, still uncertain of trusting the other but tolerating his presence.
"But I do not seek to put them the blade. My sword... has seen enough blood for a while."
There was a tinge of remorse in his tone. His shoulders slumping slightly.
The knight calmly raised his hand up, before slowly turning his head to the side. A uncomfortably familiar tide washes over him.
"The cabals will be put down in due time."
"...I suppose I should not be too hasty in my judgements then."
The knight continues to stare.
You know devils and cambions are like. Faaaaar related to tieflings.
Otherwise it would be weird when I found a devil kinda smexy.
Necromancy.
Tieflings and cambions.
Anyone who uses the word 'disingenuous'.
Improper grammar."
"...I suppose I should not be too hasty in my judgements then."
The knight continues to stare.
His voice faded a bit, still uncertain of trusting the other but tolerating his presence.
"But I do not seek to put them the blade. My sword... has seen enough blood for a while."
There was a tinge of remorse in his tone. His shoulders slumping slightly.
There was no venom in the devil's words, nor a cold or calculating pensiveness, just an accepting simplicity.
"Are there more necromanceres here?"
Though he seemed poised to attack, the knight calmly sheathed his weapon instead and composed himself.
"But I suppose if even one of your kind takes umbrage with necromancy, I shall let it die. For now."
His voice faded a bit, still uncertain of trusting the other but tolerating his presence.
"But I do not seek to put them the blade. My sword... has seen enough blood for a while."
There was a tinge of remorse in his tone. His shoulders slumping slightly.