Recent content by Drystan

Going for the other guy first. Smart, but not something he was keen on allowing, either. Drystan knew deadly intent when he saw it, and though the fellow might be something of an arrogant arse, that didn't quite merit a violent and bloody death. A well timed backhand, at best. He vaulted over...

He let out a gruff exhale. Seven this. Seven that. Chosen of the Seven. There was little reasoning with zealots, in his experience, and this one did seem to have an unhealthy fixation with blood... not to mention his very existence seemed to offend her. That wasn't anything particularly new for...

The words she spout almost seemed distant not. He no longer cared what she had to say about his stupid runes. Not after what he'd seen. He'd once heard that if one looked into the abyss long enough, it eventually stared back. He always thought it was a silly proverb. What would the world be, if...

Drystan, being sure that all was as it should be, allowed himself a moment to breathe, near-deaf to the world as index and thumb rubbed over closed eyes to pinch the bridge of his nose. Finally, a moment's... "...thought to be a vampire..." His eyes shot open, then narrowed. Always. Expect...

I see no reason why a rune could not somehow be similar, misconstrued or otherwise identical for some reason to one such marking, so feel free to go ham with your creativity!

Oh! I figured isolationist as the culture is, him having such sprawling tattoos might mark him as someone seedy in her eyes. My bad, I know that's your own personal lore and I'm still trying to wrap my head around a lot of stuff. Also, apologies for the all the typos and poorly formed sentences...

Your character looks super fun, Kallach, looking forward to see him in action! And oh, man, I just realized I should've described Drystan's borrowed clothes so that you know what tattoos are visible, given what No'rei think of extensive tattooing. She can for sure at least see his left arm...

"Hrn..." the Knight of dusk grunted. "Fuck." Drystan had learned, from an early age, to expect the worst. From places. From people. From monsters. It had become something of a rule of thumb for him, and as he readied his blade to do battle in the dark swamplands outside Alliria, shadows...

I am quite possibly interested! I'm new to the site and looking to get started with something fun but not super high stakes in order to get a feel for writing my character and whatnot (and forum RP, it's been a minute!). That said, having gone over your character's profile and having a very...

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