“OW!”
*falls down*
Name: Bill Cipher
Age: 10 Billion Years.
Backstory: lived in the 2d dimension, I was rejected as I could see in the 3-Dimensional Ways. I liberated my dimension and I’m here to liberate yours.
Skills: Chaos Power and Cartoon Physics, So I am basically almighty and cannot die as of my cartoon physicality.
I’ll force it to be accepted, as I own his soul.
Name: The Waterlogged
Age: N/A
Backstory: The Waterlogged were an ancient disease frozen in the archaic, mysterious wastes of Cleveland, Ohio. They were discovered by a pair of ill-fortuned cave divers who were exploring the definitely real underground tunnel network beneath Cleveland. They were infected, and the Waterlogged tried to begin their invasion and infection of the surface, but were driven back due to their mortal enemy, light, namely UV light from the sun. They've been planning and coping for decades now, waiting for their chance to strike, which has come when the rain clouds blocked out most of the UV light from the sun.
Skills: Infection of living beings.
[use these when ooc, not to mean you’ll ever be in character]
Nuh uh, I’ll force it to go my way.
Name: Bill Cipher
Age: 10 Billion Years.
Backstory: lived in the 2d dimension, I was rejected as I could see in the 3-Dimensional Ways. I liberated my dimension and I’m here to liberate yours.
Skills: Chaos Power and Cartoon Physics, So I am basically almighty and cannot die as of my cartoon physicality.
[ Please don’t make your character overpowered, and DM me if you wish for your character to have powers. ]
I’ll force it to be accepted, as I own his soul.
[ Dorito, no. ]
I’ll force it to be accepted, as I own his soul.
[ Dorito, no. ]
Fine, my powers are limited to only a dragon-level threat.
I’ll force it to be accepted, as I own his soul.
[ Dorito, no. ]
Fine, my powers are limited to only a dragon-level threat.
[ Dorito, that’s still too high. ]
I’ll force it to be accepted, as I own his soul.
[ Dorito, no. ]
Fine, my powers are limited to only a dragon-level threat.
[ Dorito, that’s still too high. ]
Ughhhhh, City-level threat.
“Can someone please put ANYTHING on this?”
*points to injury*
“Oh, sure.”
Chip slaps you in the face.
”What were you thinking?!”