02-20-2019, 12:38 AM
FATHER TIME
✯ — remember the taker
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Title really doesn't do this plot thread justice, because I have a lot in mind for this character. All of his information is linked in this template and my signature, but to summarize, I'll leave a brief overview of him below.
Father Time is a mysterious, wolf-like creature that roams the outskirts of Tanglewood, where he tempts unsuspecting travelers into buying one of his many antique clocks. He promises his customers that his clocks will equip them with infinite power, but only if they do his bidding. After successfully wooing the stranger, he will use his powers to manipulate their emotions until they're nothing more than a brainwashed slave, willing to satisfy his every command. Eventually, I would like this to lead him to starting some sort of cult filled with his "puppets".
He is open to:
-Manipulating your character
-Enslaving your character
-Being outsmarted by your character
-Kidnapping your character
-Interacting with your character
-Consuming your character
he is closed to:
-Death
-Maim
-Romance
-Litters
-Friends
-Enemies
Father Time is a mysterious, wolf-like creature that roams the outskirts of Tanglewood, where he tempts unsuspecting travelers into buying one of his many antique clocks. He promises his customers that his clocks will equip them with infinite power, but only if they do his bidding. After successfully wooing the stranger, he will use his powers to manipulate their emotions until they're nothing more than a brainwashed slave, willing to satisfy his every command. Eventually, I would like this to lead him to starting some sort of cult filled with his "puppets".
He is open to:
-Manipulating your character
-Enslaving your character
-Being outsmarted by your character
-Kidnapping your character
-Interacting with your character
-Consuming your character
he is closed to:
-Death
-Maim
-Romance
-Litters
-Friends
-Enemies
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maybe there's a fever burning on the inside. waiting for the demons to come and lick the tears dry. but i'm still begging for the pale sugar water, eyes lazy for the truth. am i still waiting like a lamb to the slaughter? does your god believe in you? maybe i'm a total wreck, so drain my blood until there's nothing left.
MAYBE I WON'T REPENT. LIVE A LIE AND LET THE VULTURES IN.