SebiGhoul

"I..." Noah thought for a moment. "I drink blood. Like a lot of blood. Does that count?" Vampires were definitely called and thought of as abominations, though he didn't know ...

"Noah Dandridge," Noah said, visibly flinching at the question Harper posed to Kay.

"I'm not quite sure yet. I suppose I could always resign if need be." The job was certainly appealing. Though he wasn't sure he liked the idea of working directly ...

Noah turned to his new companions. "What do you think of all this?" He plucked a small clutch of grapes from a bowl on the table and gently picked one ...

Orvin adjusts the flare at the end of his shirt sleeves before he opens the door and steps out into the night. He takes a moment to re-familiarize himself with ...

This Abigor fellow seemed interesting and Noah couldn't detect any dishonesty, though trusting a demon sounded like a bad idea, and he was tipsy. However, being saved from eternal torture ...

While he received a mild acknowledgement of what he did being bad from the stranger, Harper didn't even seem to notice. She was much more intrigued by the potential of ...

"Ah, I uh. Wouldn't recommend Archie carry her. She doesn't know him yet or quite trust him fully. She'd freak out." Freak out was an understatement. A farm boy lost ...

I was about to make the same point. We can always add them to the gc if they have discord or just catch them up here!

Noah sighed. He should have seen this coming, but he supposed it was already overdue. If he lost his new friends, so be it. "I turned my ex boyfriend into ...

Orvin watches him with thinly veiled hope, listening carefully to Archie's speech. "You criminally underestimate my crew and I, Archie. If you want to be someone else. Then be someone ...

Im loving this roleplay guys

Orvin clicks his tongue, reminding himself to choose his word carefully. He gently hands Polly off to Lucas, assisting in getting her comfortable. She stirs, but falls back asleep when ...

Noah grabbed his bottle of choice, pouring a glass before deciding against it. He pops the cork. The wine smelled fantastic, near exactly how he remembers it. Indulging in something ...

"Actually," Orvin says, addressing primarily Archibald. "We'll be going to my ship." He says it with a tone of finality, as if there's little room to argue. "Though I'd still ...