Justice, freedom, fun.

Indie Pathfinder OC RP Blog for The Silver Striker. Yes, that is what he calls himself, don't argue with him about it. Penned by CJ

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Hand kissing is sacred, high romance and I think we need to revive it

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Synsura Marfont | Half-elf | Bard

❝ — so I renounce the title ‘mercenary’. No longer will I play the coin operated, wind-up bard. My name is censorship, and I will erase yours from history.’’

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My angstboi pathfinder character Anza My hand his so dead after this that I could barely finish x.x and that is why I haven’t done art in a while. 

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Another one of Anza, my pathfinder character who has been very close to death many a time. My hand is dooooone x.x

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DUMB CLICHÉ AU STARTERS (with a twist!)

(Send in two of the icons below for a starter that combines those cliché AU ideas!)

🍵 - Coffee Shop AU

🌼 - Flower Shop AU

🎓 - College AU

🎸 - Garage Band AU

😈 - Demon AU

😇 - Angel AU

💑 - Arranged Marriage AU

🎪 - Circus AU

⚡ - Superhero AU

📚 - Librarian AU

🔱 - Mermaid AU

🏥 - Vampire AU

🌙 - Werewolf AU

Feel free to add more!

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Cassidy’s Helpful Guide to All Of The Fucking OC RP Blogs She Has:

@nosebloodline - Small NB child that started out as a DC Comics OC that can fit into any universe real easy. Snarky and has limited mind control powers. @hardwxrking - Another OC that started as a DC Comics blog but is multiverse as hell at this point. The world’s most boring killer tbh.  @missanthrxpe - Top tier terrible person. She thinks humans are all garbage but is all about aliens and/or monsters.  @stxrlazing - Star Trek OC Recreation officer. He is very aware of his limited budget and is always ready to throw a ship bake sale. @immanance - Catholic priest whose church is unbelievably supernatural. He enjoys science and keeps a toy dinosaur on his desk.  @nxrci - Reincarnating amnesiac with a penchant for magic. Has tattoos of narcissus flowers all over his body and can’t remember why. @rxckabye - Jonathan Crane’s younger sister. Though not technically an OC, she was an unnamed baby originally so she’s baSICALLY AN OC.  @punchingmirrors - Pathfinder punch boy who is here to solve all of his problems with violence. There is more to him but a person I play Pathfinder with follows my other RP blogs and I cannot risk spoilers getting to them though a list post like this.  @lawfulswell - Pathfinder halfling paladin who acts like a bible camp councillor but actually has gang tattoos all over. All of these characters are multiverse friendly as hell and I am down to AU them into unrecognizable oblivion. Live your dreams.

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themanofgloom:

themanofgloom:

He did his best not to express his surprise at the girl’s suddenly strange wording. To be honest, at first he assumed that she was one of the humans who didn’t have such…poetic wordings, as he might say. But all of a sudden…

“No,” he replied, glancing to her. “No, I am not a shadow.” 

The man returned to the flat of his feet, removing the distance of his claws from the roses he was examining. Ormad took the dare that was embedded into his mind: take a step closer.

“I believe,” he continued, “that in my world, I am called a Negative. The others are called the Positives. Which, could easily outnumber me because I’m the only Negative in existence.” He paused. “But, being as powerful as I am….”

Twined with his blackened fingers, he conjured a Negative. Also known as a shadowy dark creature that was cloaked in all black, only their purple eyes to be the only different color. The bird-shaped Negative perched onto his knuckles, a tail of smoke swirling from the tip of its tail.

“….you may call this a Negative.”

“A Negative...” Serenna wracked her brain trying to think of any time she had heard of ‘Negatives’ and ‘Positives’ as nouns, but came up with nothing. She stared at the small creature, hand slowly moving towards it, curious as to what it would be like to touch. 

“You’re alone.” she said it without much of a thought, more talking to herself than Ormad at that point, lost in introspection. Something in the air that night had her far away from her sense of caution. Maybe she was just happy to have an adventure of her own, meeting a stranger in the gardens at moonlight, one that was dark and interesting.

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// tfw you need to do replies but you’ve got cramps and just started new medication

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themanofgloom:

themanofgloom:

“That is a good choice, Serenna Taliesin Sage,” he said, repeating her name but making some bumps and pauses on the pronunciation. “Otherwise, I’m afraid you’d not be very happy with me ruining all your flowers. Shadows aren’t very delicate to plants, after all.”

The way she said it was very proper, indeed. However, she didn’t seem very…confident about it. Or maybe she was, and he was just reading expressions incorrectly.

Slowly, the man looked up and moved forward to a vine of roses that were tangled around one of the metal gate. Ormad extended an arm and stood on his tippy-toes - surprisingly, that was taken literally. Since his feet appeared to seem “ballerina-shoed shaped,” he was able to actually, well….stand on the tips of his “toes.”

Lightly he caressed the roses as he quietly hummed a tune to himself, black ballet shoes pointing out from underneath his skirt.

“You’re a shadow then?” Serenna said, daring to pry. As long as Ormad was content conversing with her, she might as well try and glean more of his true nature. He came across as powerful, and that could mean a great ally or enemy. Who ever heard of a great acquaintance?  “You could probably call me a shadow.” she said quietly, a moment of introspection vocalized with little thought. It was Serenna’s nature to be a flawed reflection, a forgettable facade, a shadow underfoot. That is why Sil was the opposite, what she couldn’t be at home.

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Starters | Kidnapped

“Hey there, sleeping beauty. You been out for a while.” 

“Shut up, stop fucking screaming!” 

“Oh, you want to fight me? That’s cute.” 

“Come on, you can take a hit better than that, can’t you?” 

“Fuck, stay down, would you?” 

“Don’t squirm so much, you’re going to hurt yourself and piss me off.” 

“You’ve got five seconds to get down on the ground again, or I’ll shoot.” 

“You need both legs to run, why don’t I break one?” 

“See, if you’d cooperated, I wouldn’t have had to hurt you.” 

“Easy, sweetheart. The barrel of the gun is cold, isn’t it?” 

“Open your mouth before I choke you with the gag, instead.” 

“Can’t see a thing, can you?” 

“Well, look who finally came around. Don’t bother looking around, you have no idea where we are.” 

“Such a pretty face, it’d be a shame to mess it up.” 

“I think you look pretty cute with a bloody lip. Don’t make me do it again.” 

“I’m prepared to keep you as long as I need to. Until I get what I want, you’re mine.”

“Listen, I’m what stands between you and death, so I suggest you give me some fuckin’ respect.”

“No one’s gonna came save you.” 

“I’ve been watching you for a while. This was almost easy.” 

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing out here by yourself?”

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No offense haha but ship W me

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showing people your favourite character like    

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What would your OC name their pirate ship if they had one?

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themanofgloom:

themanofgloom:

Pleased that she didn’t call for security, the man replied with, “I suppose in this hue from the sky, it looks purple, even though I’m very sure they are crimson red.” 

He shrugged, gripping a hand around his neck as if he were about to start choking himself. But his expression was still calm and gentle. “However, they still seem lovely to look at otherwise, being in a rose garden and all. I don’t expect them to be perfect, but….nothing can be perfect anyways, can it?”

Ormad didn’t move closer to the girl, a look of anxiety on his face. If there was anything, he would most definitely not let a human touch him. It wasn’t something he liked. He didn’t like being touched in general.

“I may as well introduce myself,” he said quietly, trying his best to hide the nervous expression. “I’m Ormad. And you are…?”

“Lighting..” the words barely passed her lips for all the sound they made. She hadn’t considered that. How long had it been since she had thought of how light played it’s role?

“My name is Serenna Taliesin Sage.” he curtsied as one does with years of practice, though her eyes were averted, another practiced act. “It’s a rather strange experience to have, introducing oneself in your own garden.” it felt wrong to say, she felt no ownership over these flowers, this property. She sighed, eyes listing over to the roses again. “I suppose I won’t be calling the guards tonight.” Ormad might still turn out to be a monster, but it wasn’t like the Silver Striker had any place in the family gardens either. There was nothing to be done. 

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themanofgloom:

themanofgloom:

The man tilted his head, eyes bored by this sudden “braveness” that this human girl was giving. If she was acting, she didn’t show it.

Folding his blackened claws behind his back, he sighed, moving a bit to the side so that the moonlight could reveal a part of his face. 

“Well, I suppose it’s easy to explain, especially to a young one like you. I am simply here because back in my world, nobody likes me. They all have a dying hunger to kill me, even though they cannot.” 

It was hard to see, but there was a stern and rather disappointed expression on his face upon saying the last sentence. Why would there be, though?

“So,” he continued calmly, “I thought that stopping at such a lovely place here would be soothing to my senses, at least. Flowers are very wonderful, anyways.” Fully moved out of the shadows now, he glanced at the roses that were closest to him.  “Even though, well, I don’t have these kinds within my very own home….” Really, all he had was misty trees and purple plants.

Serenna listened to what he was saying, though she didn’t understand it all. She followed every word, but still found the otherworldliness of this man to be unsettling, incomprehensible. He was mistaken if he thought he would find reprieve here.

He was from another plane, she was correct in that assumption, and very confident in regards to the continuation of his life. Was he strong in combat? A fast healer? Politically or religiously untouchable? The way he made her feel on edge suggested the foremost, but the others were a possibility. 

She removed her gaze from him and regarded the flowers as he did, only to look right back at him. Serenna no longer bore bravery nor fear on her face, she was almost the picture of melancholy. 

“How would you describe the colour of these roses?” she remembered asking the question of someone else from far away before. Maybe she was forming a habit. The red roses grew from this bed, but ‘red’ was unsatisfactory.

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Reblog if you’re OK with role-playing with blogs whose character is stronger than yours, and you respect the fact should an IC fight occur you will lose. It’s not the mun being rude, or godmodding or being unfair it’s simply canon and logical. Or, reblog if you’re OK with role-playing with blogs whose characters have traumatising pasts. It’s really hard to role-play with blogs whose rules say “Keep ____ out of threads” or “Keep ____ topic out of threads” if that trigger is a part of the characters life, it’s almost impossible not to mention that trigger in threads unless the character never thinks of said trigger, or never opens up e.c.t and it’s extremely awkward.

In other words, PSA reblog for those who understand if you’re an OP character, they have to accept if they pick a fight with their muse, it wont go well. And while certain triggers wish to be avoided, you cannot delete triggers from a character’s past nor blame the Mun for it, nor force the Mun to never explore that side of the character.

This blog is open to ADULT content: gore, violence, sexual or triggering histories. (though cross out any of the above adult content if you’re not ok with it.)

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themanofgloom:

themanofgloom:

If Serenna would say the last sentence out loud, Ormad would surely, truly be disgusted with that putrid thought. Seduction? To a goddamn human child? God, if he had a digestive system, he would’ve thrown up right then and there.

The man gave up his human disguise. How tiring it was to have kept that form all day. His purple eyes gave in to the violet glow it resonated to within the shadows.  She seemed innocent enough. So don’t hurt her. However, she seemed rather….frail? Skinny? Too skinny? What was it…

“No,” the man replied. “No to both of those statements. I am not a guest of your parents, nor will I ever be. And, you are not in the way of my flower viewing.” Though he must admit, the flowers and life in this garden was pleasing to look at, no matter how much he enjoyed the dull grayness of his own home.

He stood up, the position of his eyes revealing how ridiculously tall he was. “Where are your parents, anyways? A human child does not roam around a place at night by themselves, do they?”

“Family policy is to execute any trespassers.” Serenna’s voice cleared as she stood a little more tall. Most people never noticed just how much she slouched, how she made herself look so small. “I would recommend you leave or give me a reason to not scream for help.” she hadn’t been a child for years now, not that her parents had treated her any differently. Even her younger brother, an actual child by age, treated her as such. 

“I don’t care for violence.” (Roll for bluff.) “So I would much rather an explanation over an execution. Please don’t make me do something I don’t want to.” enough people did that as it was. (Roll for diplomacy.) 

His form didn’t intimidate her, only surprise her. She wondered what he was, some kind of devil she hadn’t seen before? A Tiefling? She hadn’t had much exposure to other races, so she couldn’t be sure. (Roll knowledge planes untrained. Sub-ten.)