WHOMST: Incardine, NekoIncardine. WHENST: To Be Finalized because I am in several things ATM, but biweekly Thursdays could be good, Fridays can work (I am in one thing then but as it's also text-based, it's a trivial juggle), Saturday can work (though later better), Sunday is a no-go. WHATST: I'd probably need to work with you on a homebrew subclass or similar, but the darker iterations of one of my existing OCs could be good here.
Once, I was innocent and kind. I wanted to improve the lot of the world around me, and I was willing to go to any depth for it, or so I thought. Then, I found my opportunity, and I took it. I was an idiot.
Imagine the pain of your heart being pulled from your body. Of something being put in its place. Of that thing's magic flowing through your blood, changing you.
My body is cold. My heart is colder.
I can remember when being nice to people felt good.
I want my empathy back. I don't want to be a sociopath. I want to stop only seeing those around me as tools for my aimless ends.
Perhaps out here, a place that gets colder than even my body, I can find the solution. Or just become some famed 'hero' to make things easier on me.
(Human Warlock, Patron potentially malleable - the original idea assumes an Elemental pact from the Pathfinder 1st edition third-part class, Avowed.)
DRINKST: A nice tea is nice, but in high school I was taught to be into hot Tang, and that should be concerning.
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WHENST: To Be Finalized because I am in several things ATM, but biweekly Thursdays could be good, Fridays can work (I am in one thing then but as it's also text-based, it's a trivial juggle), Saturday can work (though later better), Sunday is a no-go.
WHATST: I'd probably need to work with you on a homebrew subclass or similar, but the darker iterations of one of my existing OCs could be good here.
Once, I was innocent and kind. I wanted to improve the lot of the world around me, and I was willing to go to any depth for it, or so I thought. Then, I found my opportunity, and I took it. I was an idiot.
Imagine the pain of your heart being pulled from your body. Of something being put in its place. Of that thing's magic flowing through your blood, changing you.
My body is cold. My heart is colder.
I can remember when being nice to people felt good.
I want my empathy back. I don't want to be a sociopath. I want to stop only seeing those around me as tools for my aimless ends.
Perhaps out here, a place that gets colder than even my body, I can find the solution. Or just become some famed 'hero' to make things easier on me.
(Human Warlock, Patron potentially malleable - the original idea assumes an Elemental pact from the Pathfinder 1st edition third-part class, Avowed.)
DRINKST: A nice tea is nice, but in high school I was taught to be into hot Tang, and that should be concerning.