Tybalt

A flash of a crystal had whisked the pair away, leaving them both to live another day. Tybalt grimaced against their escape, moving around the now empty landscape A roaring delight mixed with a raging wrath, having been denied a pending bloodbath. The man would turn and see his fair son, who had come fast before they had run. "Thank you my dear boy, for dealing with those ignorant fools.... Troubling your sister with all their DAMN RULES." Releasing his mask he'd hurry his scamper, all to the tune of hideous laughter. For in their haste they had muttered a phrase, the location o

A set of tents all dolled up for the occasion The festivities a plenty all ready to go Grab your friends! All it takes is a little persuasion Lying in waiting and prepared to put on a good show Penned like a circus all regal and grand Pumpkins ablaze, all smiles an grins Prepared down to the finest grain of sand The evening promise and of curated add-ins A honest promise of tricks, a perhaps a meet and greet? A man slaves on offering adding whimsey to the fare To others a sweet tooth and a tasty treat A curious sort that is honestly quite rare Through hallowed

House Name: Tybalt's Funhouse Location: F25 - Shrine of Shadows {Wonderland | <<Down the Rabbit Hole>>} Description: A chaotic and zany place manufactured purely out of an unchained imagination in both whimsey and nightmare, where up is down and left is tennis shoes. A large tent seems to be a fixture albeit the interior changes on the regular, as well many other smaller tents that change by the hour. Finding a specific room is troublesome, discovering where you're going even more so. While present in this place, skills and gear seem only a suggestion and creatures you may find

A bubbling crowd chuckled unending against what amassed to two actors in a play. No matter where they roam or what they say, it would seem as though it was here to stay. A performance where the running punchline was themselves, in all their comical resistance. A mask seems to fade in, floating and drifting through the air before it ending its persistence. From the ground a white gloved hand bursts free, A laughter of his own all bubbled with glee. "Where is Scar?" Tybalt beamed as he climbed out of his grave, a tight grip at the Alinta's ankle he pulls hard and makes her ca

A whistle beneath a white mask of ivory, a cane tucked neatly beneath his right arm as it wandered in from seemingly nowhere. "What's all the hubub chum?" the man twists with a flick of the wrist, beckoning to them both before reaching to a top hat sat squarely upon his head. A roll of the hand sees it drift down his arm, being caught betwixt two fingers by the brim and pressed into his stomach. "Red, Yellow, Blue. What a choice what was stopping you?" He offers quizzically, a slight upturn in his voice as he does. "Chosen yellow, my my what a fellow. What was the last Alice? Was it Blue, or R

The man looked on in a belated and elated silence, watching in a barely contained excitement as a card is drawn by the magenta haired Ceres. The metal bladed card spoke to a grim possibility, but as its turned over it was as if something unnatural had been revealed. Like a damn breaking the man grabs abrasively at her wrists, yanking it into view as if in shock. "A queen.... of hearts!?" Tybalt expresses in a sharp manic hysteria, breaking into sinister laughter snatching the card from her hand. Without even the slightest due to personal space, the man begins to pull her about by the shoulders

Fate/Grand Order - Avenger (Antonio Salieri) - Tybalt (Unmasked)

A ginger tap on his shoulder has the man peering over it, still deadlocked in the direction that sudden scream of terror. Scanning her expression, the puffed up cheeks like a chipmunk that had undergone a punk rock phase. A spit of a coin out of her mouth had him addled. The coin in his hand, he'd flick it over and scratch the side of his head with the other. Was his genius beyond even his own comprehending, first the ear and now the coin ended up in her mouth of all places. Perplexed and how that trick worked, he must have subconsciously designed something in his sleep. That was it. My brilli

As the girl traced the lines on his mask, the whimsy and interest she showed had a real way of jostling his jollies. Once removed "The kidney's are definitively evil, as all twins are." The man affirmed the girls beliefs with his own just as resolute and precarious. "What a wonderful day to get lost Alice. Welcome to wonderland" The man remarked with a heavy fold of his body, his arm extending far above him as he takes to a bow. His ears catch a name that has him filled with pride and accomplishment. "Vex, my sweet sweet boy, You've met my understudy." The man offered crocodile tears as he rub

How magnificently droll, all this rabble wouldn't know a bit of wonder if it sprung out and bit them. The thought raced through the inconsistent maze that was Tybalt's mind as he flicked a card between his two hands. An ace of spades, constantly revealed as it wanders back and forth from the tips of his fingers. A sharp jerk sees it flung like a throwing star, cleaving through a dangling branch and continuing on into the brush in a streak of velvet light. "So bored, where oh where is a man to find a good assistant. Maybe a captivated audience? These blades of grass just don't seem to get my se

The chipper smile was in stark contrast to the backdrop of the city of Lhasari. Players and NPC's alike were in the process of stabbing each other in a horrific display of mass hysteria. Tybalt kept on moving, shuffling cards from hand to hand with a tyrannical giggle. Another guardsman rushes down a side street causing Tybalt to twist and fall low, grabbing a card from the top of his deck. His well tailored maroon stage tux flutters as it shines in the light as he presses his knee into the floor, ripping his right hand out in an eccentric display of finesse. The card screams to life in a roar

The dimly lit altar of red velvet, with lights that drew brightly across a stage. A dreary eyed player fumbles into consciousness after quite the night in a bottle. The first thing she notices is her arms bound tightly to the chair she was sat in, one like many in cascading rows on both sides of her. Ropes coiled around her wrists and upper arm in multiple wrappings to confirm security. They scrunch as the girl pulls against them, and with horror she tries to cry for help. Instead she'd discover the handful of cloth jammed into her mouth and affixed there with a ring of leather. Only her eyes

Profile: Username: Tybalt Real name: Tyson Balatro Age: 22 Gender: Male Height: 5'11 ¾ Background: Tyson was the class clown, quite the character in all his youth. Most got along with the kid, and he had plenty of school time companions that joined in on his pranks. But it was often that he'd take it too far, causing all manner of mischief that got them all in trouble. But he managed through despite the fact, and he found a calling in theater. Mainly, the very interesting tastes of stage magicians astounded the lad. Practicing card tricks and all manner of gags, the guy