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Faustine
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“A greathammer is what they would call an ‘inelegant weapon.’ Is there such a thing as an elegant weapon?!”

Black Dragonborn fighter. Scalefriend or scalefoe?

(Penned by DigitalInkblot.bsky.social.
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“Keep runnin’ your mouth, you’re giving me more time to get my hammer ready.”

• Dragonborn Fighter
• Greathammer enthusiast
• Large, in charge, and very angry
• MDNI: Violence, gore, language
#DnDRP, #BG3RP, #FantasyRP
One half a dream, one half a nightmare. That was what visited her at night.

“Who was it that told me to work until my hands bled?! Who told me I was a mistake that should never have been born?! Who beat me every other godsdammed day?!
Who denied me everything I ever wanted?! YOU! GODSDAMN YOU!”
November 29, 2025 at 10:15 PM
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Isn't all that rage ugly? Yes, but it's mine.
November 25, 2025 at 7:19 PM
“Made a necklace out of ‘em once. Felt…A little weird about it. Haven’t worn it since.”
"Neat! You ever make anything out of the ones that fall out?"
“They grow back. Like a shark. Lost probably five or six.”
November 26, 2025 at 4:39 AM
Her tail draws subtle shapes in the air as she descends deeper in thought, the final inches of it whip-snapping as she comes to a conclusion.

“Scones! Scones…And maybe some slices of bacon if I can scrounge ‘em up. Decent breakfast, I think.”
November 26, 2025 at 3:56 AM
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Will you be warm again?
November 26, 2025 at 12:20 AM
“They grow back. Like a shark. Lost probably five or six.”
"Do you know exactly how many teeth you have? Do you lose them often?"
“YOU’RE GONNA BE NOTHING BUT A BLOODY SACK OF MEAT WHEN I’M DONE PULVERIZING YOU!”
November 25, 2025 at 4:30 AM
“YOU’RE GONNA BE NOTHING BUT A BLOODY SACK OF MEAT WHEN I’M DONE PULVERIZING YOU!”
November 25, 2025 at 4:04 AM
Time passed, as it does.
Faustine found herself with little and less to occupy her bundles of time.
Plans had been set, schemes dreamt up, arguments had, debates settled.
A grand drama now in its intermission, and a long one at that.

The Dragonborn was alone as she meandered around the —
November 22, 2025 at 4:01 AM
“…Got somethin’ t’say to me or are you gonna stand there gawping at me all slack-jawed?”
November 21, 2025 at 8:47 PM
“I can’t build a life again, foundation’s too cracked. Build anything on it and it’ll fall, given time. Why would I invite someone into that life when I know it’ll jus’ take a tumble right on their head?”
November 17, 2025 at 7:13 PM
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You'll be warm again.
November 17, 2025 at 1:20 PM
For her there was no home.
Nor did she want a home, a box where every place had a thing and every thing was in its place.
She felt nothing but hate for the home—house—she’d once had, and that gave her no reason at all to wish for a new one.
No. The tree, the field, the cave suited her fine.
November 13, 2025 at 8:45 PM
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I serve no purpose but to ensure your end.
November 9, 2025 at 9:25 PM
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I crave your warmth.
November 8, 2025 at 1:48 PM
“Drank too much. Started singing.
They’re never gonna let me live this down, are they?”
November 5, 2025 at 1:53 AM
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Have you considered that I might like you? | Me? No! Why would you? What a terrible idea.
November 3, 2025 at 5:03 PM
“Oh you ‘ave GOT to be fucking kidding me.”
November 1, 2025 at 10:06 PM
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Can you forgive me for what I remained?
October 30, 2025 at 2:22 PM
“GRAAAAAAAAAHHH!!”
October 30, 2025 at 8:25 PM
“GODSDAMNED FUCKING IDIOT, STOP DANCING!”
October 30, 2025 at 8:13 PM
“You IDIOT! You stupid, mouth-breathing, slack-jawed, shit-for-brains, tongue-wagging, thick-skulled, ass-headed, parental disappointment!
Could you be ANY fucking dumber?! Just standing near you is making my fucking head hurt! Have you ever had a single, solitary thought EVER pass through your fu…”
October 30, 2025 at 7:46 PM
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You did not forge me through the pain. I chose to be better.
October 25, 2025 at 6:17 PM
“When the day comes and I die on some lonely battlefield, know the wolves that eat my flesh will grow sick from the hate I carry for you.”
October 24, 2025 at 2:55 AM
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My past forged an armor I cannot take off no matter how many times you tell me the war is over.
October 13, 2025 at 11:46 AM
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I cannot bury another friend.
October 4, 2025 at 5:08 PM