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Sparkpowder

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About Sparkpowder

  • Birthday October 23

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    Sparkpowder#4047
  • Minecraft Username
    Sparkpowder

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    Male
  • Pronouns
    he / him
  • Location
    United States

Character Profile

  • Character Name
    Julian Bird-Watcher | Boreas | Moss | Jazzak | Tqiko
  • Character Race
    Sorvian | Atronach | Sorvian Newt | Golem | Homunculus

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  1. give this guy a big fat upvote +1
  2. Tqiko stands near the aviary, unfolding the letter to only pause upon revealing its contents. A sharp breath comes from him as he grips onto the paper with his thumb. "I thought that I would be the first one to be killed by the hands of a descendant..." He closes his eyes, dipping his head as he gently folds the note and puts it in his bag, wandering off to inform Nell, wherever they may be.
  3. Julian stares down at the contents of the note. His plumes droop as he leans over his desk, placing a hand over the words, unable to bare them. "... Oh, dear..." A faux breath escapes his mask. "What has this come to?..." He says breathlessly.
  4. Julian reads over the flyer, placing a hand on his mask. "I will never understand the appeal of food..." He murmurs, shaking his head. Yet, he wanders into the back of the shop to inform Carmine of the event.
  5. Sparkpowder Julian Icarus Bird-Watcher 77857
  6. "Didn't this guy just get kinged a couple years ago?" Tqiko reads over the missive with brows knitted together.
  7. Once again, the bird slinks out of his shop. His feathers bristling together as a breeze blew through his mane, providing temporary relief to his stress. He takes a faux breath which echoed out his beak, scanning over the rather swift response piece. "... Not even my kin's word holds value anymore under the Highkeeper..." Julian whispers, flipping his sockets away with pitiful disappointment swelling within them.
  8. A bird crept from out of his shop, feathers sagging low with stress and fatigue. His arms neatly folded behind his spine, wings draped over his shoulders. A parchment captures his sockets, panning them over to inspect the document. He could only offer a slight scoff, pivoting on a heel. Julian's dread only deepened, hanging his head lower in the nation. "Descendants..." He mutters with a taste of disgust, being entirely displeased with the outcome overall.
  9. Following the new sorvian lore (as seen below...) I will be looking out for new people to play these CAs! I have two sculptors who both are off of CD. I'm looking for someone who will play somewhat consistently <3 

    Give me a DM on discord if you're interested!!

     

  10. I'm gonna complain about this again since it's been worse than usual as of lately...

    MAKE THE AFK TIMER LONGER. I am tired of being kicked to the lobby in the middle of a triple appended emote, then having to produce a half-baked one instead  

    1. squakhawk

      squakhawk

      afaik its a temporary bug due to server updating 

       

      should b gone in a week or 2

  11. Moss skims over the letter, tapping his fingers on his mask before gasping! "I'm invited! WOOOWWiiee!" He folds the wedding invitation and sticks it into bag of trinkets for later.
  12. Name: Moss Mawce Kervallen Age: 50+ Are you an inhabitant of Dúnkeld (or plan to be): Yes
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