Welcome to the Crescentwood Manor Discussion

[MacabreSmile]

I have like no regard for caring about how my forms look
i'll probably make a third but like this is it for now
you got your head butler and your book recluse that's my purpose in life, right?

[Winchester's Wolf]

oo~
@Macabre; hello, looks like we meet again~

[MacabreSmile]

-sticks leggy out- oho so we meet again

[Squirrelstar123]

Accepted!
X3 Your forms can’t look as bad as mine! Oooof, I need to read everything before I post. Ya know, make whatever characters you want! I would be lying if I said I wasn’t happy about the two
Also sorry long like.. the long, rambling message

[doc .]

Technically we all meet again
Since a few good years ago
I'm happy to say I've improved on my rping skills
Reading what I wrote before makes me cringe nowadays

[MacabreSmile]

It's exciting! It's like a reunion!!
pffft hahaha sorry but every time someone says their old rp stuff is cringey I realize how long I've been roleplaying and I suddenly feel old
my cringe stuff was so...long...ago...
time is a trap

[Squirrelstar123]

It's still a WIP and will progress over time but I have a Discord for the roleplay here

@not a talking cat: Peter is accepted

[Politics]

Cheers! I'm back and kicking, on my return journey from down under(6ft, not Australia)! It's certainly been a long time since I've been on the site, I actually happened to mosey on back to CS to look for the original thread when lo and behold! There's a new one. Funny how life works. Maybe I'm actually a psychic(oracle?), or the remarkable sway of luck and procrastination just shot me here like a gunslinger looking to lick a tick off a bear's nose(I'm not sure if that's the right phrasing but...you know). Nonetheless! I ought to get back to business, then, and my two characters(if I can stick to just two, that is) are right on the way! Fresh from the oven!(Well...maybe not that. I'm no cannibal)

[Politics]

Some stuff about Oisín because I'm too lazy to do the coding tonight:

• His name is technically N.O.D or "Oisín", but he never uses the same name twice. 'Oisín' for convenience's sake. His age, species and ethnicity, background, and a vast network of secrets and white lies are yet to be untangled from him. He's a terribly friendly man, though, so if you can get past his massive build(7'!) and aloof resting face, you're bound to be charmed by his flowery words and richly-illustrated stories, and you might even stay long enough to have a listen to the magic that spouts fourth on every note of his music. On quiet nights, however, you may feel the creeping smoke of sorrow about him. But only if you're quiet.
  
• Oisín is a musician above all else. His background is unknown, and he has his reservations about singing, but his music has a nearly enchanting property. Though it may just be his talent for the art, his violin can soothe or imbue feelings in others. He writes music constantly, up to standards with his voracious appetite for learning, pouring over every note, and ever distracted by the symphony in his head. It's gotten to the point where Oisín dreams in forgotten tongues, unfinished symphonies, songs unheard by the world, doomed to never dance with a conductor's baton. Sometimes, if he is distracted, you might hear him tap out a tune, sometimes his steps will even synchronize when he's particularly distracted. All in all, he's simply in love with music. His favorite classical musician seems to change with each hour, though.
  
• Oisín knows people like the back of his hand. He is a talkative but incredibly thoughtful soul. You will find that he is a master of linguistics, both as a notorious poet and a right place, right time accuracy of 99%. However witty he may be, though, there is a melancholic atmosphere around each smile. Some might be comforted in thinking of him as less of an artist and more of a gallery, a present personality constantly moved by the impressions of others. He is impermeable but not solid, and emulates the world around him, breathing in a rainy day and talking like the low drum of raindrops on sleek stone. He walks with an overwhelming presence, a massive frame and a demeanor so susceptible to the curiosity of others. He is a traveller, a man possessed by wanderlust. Ever listening, ever listless. Oisín's laugh calls out to a bleak future with a smile. He is not the man to stop the ceaseless rotation of earth with his change, but instead to dip them into the cool streams of autumn, to travel and bring change where the storms brew in summer. Like the memory of a young god, he will fade at first snow, and again be swept up by the tides.
• Likes: Oisín is a man of ever-polished shoes and hot summer nights. A rider against the cold storms. Quiet listener and passionate igniter of good conversation. An intellect so zealous and feverish in nature, all-consuming like the great waves of his ilk, the foam of his shores bubbling with the young life of wild thought, to be swept back in to the great sea of knowledge, churning eternally. He is a man of hot, bitter coffee poured of tall metal spouts. He is a man of saffron and turmeric, of nutmeg. Of all the spices that carried their smells across the winds of trade. He is a man of leather-bound book, the musty smell of library washed away by the fresh air of cool autumn. He is a man of proud, wild horses, of sleek dark cats and foxes disappearing in forest underbrush. He is a man of the rich red streaks of morning sunlight, pouring through silk curtains and in godrays dribbling through mountains and into pools of soft clouds.

[Politics]

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