75 words Railyn: a lanky, lean white guy in his early 20s, with curly red hair. he's wearing red swim shorts with black dragons flowing around them. he has dragon tattoos that circle from his palms up to right above each elbow.
Railyn stretched, enjoying the glare of the sun on his face. As he stripped off his shirt, he felt the beams of said sun already starting to burn his tender skin. Gotta get sunscreen on.
Shower Handel walked onto the beach, wrinkling her nose. It smelt a little funny here. Also there was a lot of water. Big strong water. That offended her just a little bit. Okay a lot a bit if she was being honest.
"Yo bro, you be cooking in that sun fam!"
Stay Safe The Princess of Darkness
Hello! You? Yes you reading this. Have a nice day because you're wonderful and you deserve it!
Purva: a twenty-five-ish lady wearing jeans and a t-shirt with an xkcd comic on it. (Possibly this one, though she does have a collection so it could be different.) Is wearing a free blue cap she got from some tech conference somewhere.
Purva marched up to the beach with a mission in mind: build her next great sandcastle. She'd modeled it in 3D and had a good idea what it should look like... The trickiest part would be making a working drawbridge using only materials found on the beach. She was hoping for some driftwood, or maybe a thin rock.
"Oh! Hey, is that sunscreen? Can I use some later to decorate my sandcastle? Gotta draw on the details somehow, y'know."
Merry glanced up from the book he was reading. He'd been sitting beneath an umbrella, deliberately in the shade because honestly, that sun was brutal. He tilted his head and looked down at the baggy grey shirt and purple board shorts he was wearing then back up at the strangers down the beach.
"You could've picked a shady spot, you know."
"With friends like you, who needs a medical license?" - Paimon, Aether's Heart
“It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.” - Grace Hopper.
Belladonna, a shorter woman with blonde pigtails and a large birthmark across her neck and chin. She's wearing a light blue summer dress.
Belladonna walked up to the beach, a canvas and a fabric bag in hand. "Oh. People. I didn't... expect that. It's usually empty here..."
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They/he
"wist how dare you play with my heartstrings like that" ~ winter "wist is in every rp" ~ley “ah yes, fear Wist's smile :slight_smile: <- speaks of layers and layers of secrets” ~mint
"Yeah..." Belladonna grimaced slightly and looked around.
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They/he
"wist how dare you play with my heartstrings like that" ~ winter "wist is in every rp" ~ley “ah yes, fear Wist's smile :slight_smile: <- speaks of layers and layers of secrets” ~mint
"wist how dare you play with my heartstrings like that" ~ winter "wist is in every rp" ~ley “ah yes, fear Wist's smile :slight_smile: <- speaks of layers and layers of secrets” ~mint
