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𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

Update
Two items that I am yet to add to the OOC: details about rituals (magic) and 'painted worlds', shall we call them. Once those are ready, I'll give everyone time to decide if they want to make changes to their characters, and then we're all set to begin.

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝

@DJAtomikaCareful with them pictures. They can lead to scary places!

𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

@Dusty


@Dead Cruiser
I will not nitpick about accuracy in these matters, considering what's happening in the story. A European from the medieval era is a good enough reference point. As I discussed with @Terminal earlier, or as he suggested, time and space becomes a little distorted in purgatory, and there is the possibility that souls are reborn in different instances. If people want to work together in a place such as this, culture becomes less relevant and the language has to be a common one.

@FetzenI'll have a look and get back to you.

@VeridianSeekerAlways.

@TsarDev
Great. Just remove this line: "Distribute 25 points. Maximum of a Virtue is 10. All Virtues begin at 0."
And you've got 28 points a this time, so just remove 3 from anywhere and you're good to go.

Also, check the character sheet in the first OOC post. The links there for the headers should be fixed. Just remove the punctuation from the [img.] tags to make them work.

Post it up in the character tab after these changes.

𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

@DustyA resize, some filters, and a distressed look.

𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

@DustyI forgot to ask. Did you want an edit of your character picture?

𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

@TerminalImpressive. I'll need some time to go through this.

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝

_{𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝚈𝙾𝚁𝙺 𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈, 𝙽𝚈. 𝟸𝟹𝚍 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙰𝚈, 𝟷𝟿 𝙾𝙲𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾}

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝙼𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚛𝚞𝚋 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 ‘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎’ 𝚘𝚛 ‘𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕’, 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 ‘𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕’, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚖𝚊𝚍. 𝙸𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎.

“𝚈𝚘, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚢, 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝?” 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝙹𝚘𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. “𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝? 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝—𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞? 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝. 𝙱𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑, 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚘𝚋”. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝. “𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗?” 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝙹𝚘𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗-𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏-𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛. “𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚒𝚗’𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢. 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝.”

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 ‘𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍’ 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚜, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙, 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚠𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢.

𝙴𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎’𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖—𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚍𝚘-𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎—𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎.

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕. 𝙿𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚢 ‘𝙶𝚘𝚍’ 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙰𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚕, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙼𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚓𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚘. 𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚢. 𝙸𝚝 𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. (𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝟼) 𝙵𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. (𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝟹) 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚋 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝.

𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

@Ashen One


@FetzenYes, there is plenty of room.

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝

I'm a bit so-so towards programs such as Discord. It's not that they're bad, it's just that I always forget to login and don't like to be a 100% available all the time. I like a healthy OOC thread. It's good for the roleplay.

𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

@MegaOscarPwnDid you mention the followers anywhere due to 4 in the command virtue? If he has any right away or will recruit them? That's the only thing, then you're good to go. Post it up in the character tab.

@Ashen OneAlright. So mention some of your answers in the character sheet, and then post it up in the character tab. Once I got the character image edit done, you can edit it in later.