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Blame :iconMan-in-crowd-4: for this madness.

Holy shit, it actually took me ten minutes to figure out how to do that again.


1) Post 8 facts about your character
2) Tag 8 other characters
3) Post these rules
4) Post their names along w/ their creator's avatar

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Fact #1: His main reasoning for dressing like a cheesy Dracula rip off, if asked, is because "How dare you assume I'm a cheesy Dracula rip off! And vampires are the classiest of undead, thank you very much! What, did you think that just because I'm a supporter of the Skeleton Equal Rights Movement that I'd dress up like a lich? Racist."

Fact #2: He is a supporter, and potentially unaccredited founder, of the modern day Skeleton Equal Rights Movement

Fact #3: He often asks his skeletons to wear hats so he can more easily identify them, despite that many of them have widely different outfits. Often times they wear hats to match their accent, as Necro believes this will lower any chances of potential racism. This has yet to be confirmed.

Fact #4: At one point he was the champion of bowling in his area before beginning a more mobile life style. It is said that his reason for his bowling average to drop 200 points is because he had a falling out with his bowling ball. Which was rumored to be the skull of his ex.

Fact #5: In his early days, he was known to go to bars exclusively to order non alcoholic lemonade and strawberry sundays. Barkeep has since gotten used to said shenanigans.

Fact #6: Barkeep has yet to get used to Necro's merry band of skeletons. Wait, that's not about Necro...

Fact #6.5: Necro has yet to understand why Barkeep has yet to get used to Necro's merry band of skeletons

Fact #7: Despite popular belief, Necro does not condone the use of bones for sports equipment humorous

Fact #8: Despite refusing to accept these claims of "Hipster" about him, he often claims that his skeleton-based puns were blatantly stolen by Toby Fox. He also outwardly claims that only a "Bonehead" would steal such spotlight from a "Champion of Skeleton-Kind", and that he means as much in the worst, and best, of ways.


...tagging people is still a thing? Do I have to do that? I'm not going to do that.

"But this kills the meme!"


deepest apologies if this is a double post, by the way. It seems that dA ate the first attempt to post this, for some reason.

Keep in mind, I'm not dead. I just don't have regular computer access. I mean, I'm limited to library computer right now.

No time to update anything or check my inbox outside of trimming the fat and briefly replying to messages right now, between my short access time across the week and needing to prepare notes for my D&D stuff. Hell, I only checked dA today cause Google being a shit and not sending me an access code to access my google drive.

Nobody can say I don't try though. Cause I do. Might at least get an update for something out today just cause I'm here and able.

EDIT: "Trimming the fat" seems to imply "Still having 70+ things to check out at a later date"
God damn it
So my laptop broke and caused me to vanish for most of last month, so later this month and maybe into December I'll be properly doing up all of the Farside stuff that I was supposed to. Not supposed to do it this late into the month, but I'm not leaving you guys hanging this year if I can help it.

Hang in there, baby.
So for those who wish to make their own stories for the pub, I've created a cheat sheet to help with the way things are formatted and usually done up. If there is anything that needs to be clarified upon, comment below and I will add it to the next version of this sheet.

First off, the layout of the pub is rather simplistic. The door opens up to a restaurant-like dining area and the bar. Next to the bar is stairs leading up into the overnight rooms people can rent, and also the door to the kitchen. Behind the dinning area is a lounge area with pool tables, a few pinball machines, and card tables. Gambling is prohibited in the Farside Pub, but that doesn't stop some patrons from making drunken bets anyways. If you need to know what's in the back for your story, note me and I can explain the guts of the pub. However, under normal circumstances it would not come into mention.

For story construction, the main "point" of the Farside Pub stories is to introduce normal people who live outside of the Supernatural to it. Think of it as an experiment to see how people would respond to the strange and unfamiliar. However, this is not always the case. In some stories people are already accustomed to the strange, or have prior knowledge of it's existence. Rarely, though, some stories may have a supernatural being as it's protagonist.

The idea is that though these stories do often contain things that would normally be played off in modern media as monsters or other kind of spooky things, Farside Pub is a place to show them when they are on some kind of downtime. So, ultimately, the question you have to ask yourself is "What would day-to-day life be like for the creature I want my story themed after?"

However, the theme does not need to be a specific kind of creature, if you don't want it to be. Take sorrowscall's story Family, for example, which was centered around the Pub itself. Also my own More Shady Business had it's theme centered around the protagonist of it's prequel, Simon Winters, more than it did on Jacollo himself.

Any character added into the Regulars folder may be used any stories, so long as their creator/owner has given proper permission. Also, the owner of said character has the right to critique and correct how their character is portrayed, but mods and myself will only settle disputes where neither side is willing to compromise unless one of us believes that it must be resolved sooner.

Finally, all stories will be approved by me or one of my mods before added. We may or may not give you suggestions or critiques during or after the approving process, and expect you to take such criticism graciously unless said comment is clear harassment.

If you have any questions, feel free to comment below.
Tour of the Farside Pub 1st~v
This will probably be updated each year as things come in and my Farside setting gets more popular. Until then, have at!

Also, I wasn't sure if this went in Plot Outlines or Contemporary > Settings, so any suggestions on where better to put this would be helpful.

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You know, a lot of people think that my kind only work in woods or swamps. They don't realize that the grasslands of the mid west work just as well as any other natural paradise. Long as my little boy can be happy, I can be too. But, sometimes its hard to find food for us, as wolves tend to eat a fair bit to keep up with their exercise. Especially mine, who's large enough for me to ride around on like a horse. But once, just once, we found a place willing to accept us.


The freaky part is when we found it. It was the turn of the month into October, and a blood moon was out. In the shadow of it stood this little tavern in the middle of nowhere. "Farside", it called itself. Freaky little thing, standing there in the middle of nowhere with the reddened moon laying just behind it on the horizon. But we can't argue much, especially since the white man had long since devoured the natural resources of this land.

As we approached, I expected to need to leave Lobo outside. I know it's not a creative name, but getting caught in a mosh pit of major cultures causes people do dabble in a little bit of each. Either way, when we approached a man opened up the door for us. Rugged, clearly a man from around here. Texan through-and-through, didn't need to hear his accent to know that.

"Well, don't leave him out in the cold. We can get a dish for him." He told us, motioning a welcome.

"Thank you, from both of us." I replied, whistling to Lobo and walking in. The place was lively, but not in the way I had expected. It felt like... home, for some reason. I'm not sure why, but despite the... oddities of this place, they all seemed at ease compared to where I've been. I feel like in this place I could sit face to face with a Wendingo and make peace. Course, once we leave is a whole different story, but still.

"What can I do ya for?" He asked in a jovial manner, cleaning a cup.

"Steaks. One blue rare, one medium rare." I ordered, scratching Lobo behind the ear. He nodded and walked into the back for a short moment, I assume to give the order to the cook, before walking back. He brought a dog dish with him filled with water. Lobo grunted a bit in displeasure, but I thanked the barkeeper nonetheless.

"What, ya'd rather have whiskey?" When he asked Lobo perked up, the dumb pooch. "You are a goofy little woofer, ain't cha?" He chuckled, looking over to me.

"Well we are at a bar, so why not a couple shots. Go ahead and pour one of them into his dish, not like Lobo hadn't gotten drunk before." I answered, leaning up against the bar a bit. The barkeeper gave me a look of disbelief when he heard Lobo's name before sighing and shaking his head.

"Plainsmen are weird, that's for sure." He then poured a couple shots and put both of them into the dog dish before pouring another one for me. "But if he gets drunk off of only one shot I'm gonna be disappointed." I was, frankly, shocked by this action, but Lobo chuckled as he started to lap up the watered down booze. I took my shot and blinked, being able to taste right away how strong the alcohol was, before looking over to him.

"We... don't have much in the way of cash, so I need to know how much this all is going to cost." I point out, not sure exactly how much I had on me but not willing to check right in front of him.

"Well, all together for two stakes and two shots that'd be about-"

"But you gave us three shots." I reminded. I never haggle with kind people, let alone steal from them.

"First shot's free. Company policy." He pointed out, poking my nose. Strange man to do something like that, but it was probably playful given his light grin. "Either way, that'd come to almost $30, assuming you stopped there. Probably more like $45 if you got your fill and used one of the rooms upstairs, since you sure do look like the kind that needs a place to sleep."

"I... fear I may not-" He know what I was going to say, and Lobo knew how these conversations usually went.

"Now, way I see it there's two ways of goin' about this. Now for a pretty little thing like you, there's always options of using it to your advantage," I immediately move to cover my breasts, not so naive as to think he'd only want eye candy. Lobo was growling as well, having expected this. "But, I'm not that kind of man. That'd be bad business. Heck, had to kick a customer out once for that."

"And what's the more reasonable option, then?" I ask, aware that he was probably about to tell me.

"Work for me. Part time, of course. You seem like a busy gal. But if you work for me a bit, probably cleaning until I find your real talent, I'll give you one free meal and a place to sleep each night." He smiled, holding out his hand. "If that's reasonable, then go ahead and shake on it. No contract, so just write me a note the day you quit and off ya go."

I find myself smiling at his kindness, taken aback by the sudden change from his first... option. I shook on it, and Lobo lifted up his paw and placed it onto our hands, showing that he was okay with this deal. I gave him a surprised look, but he merely nodded.

"Well, after ya git done eating I'll have one of the workers here show you up." He offered, going back to get our two steaks. Only one of them, mine, had silverware on it. When he crouched down to give Lobo his he held a finger towards him. "Now you can't clean up to well like that, so make sure not to make a mess while eating it alright?"

Lobo gave him and odd look before nodding, chomping away at his dinner while I ate mine. It was odd, I feel like in these kinds of places people would be more active and open to approach. A number of ideas went into my head about why they didn't do this, but I ended up coming to two conclusions: Either they say me as too different to approach, or too alike to need a formal welcome. It was nice, being able to eat like this. Being by myself, but not actually alone.

After our meal one of the workers there, I didn't catch his name, showed us upstairs to the room we'd be staying at. It reminded me of a bedroom one might see in a woodland cottage more than anything else, but I wasn't expecting a hotel room either. I sat down in bed and pulled off my backpack, setting it down as I changed into my night clothes. Of course Lobo would be watching, the goofy pervert, but as long as it was just him I'd be fine.

When the morning sun came up, Lobo had shifted back to his human self. I am always a little bit sad each morning, cause his fur is a lot warmer than that icy morning skin of his, but it's better to have someone I don't need to treat like a pet for appearances.

"You sure it's alright for us to stay here and work at a place like this?" He asked, opening one eye when he realized I was awake.

"Of course, long as your buddy there isn't poking at my leg each morning." I tease, gently rolling him off. "Besides, who's going to stop us from leaving? There was no paperwork saying that we were here to begin with, so he has no legal grounds to-"

"You saw the crowd down there. Half-humans, undead, and God knows what else. Last thing we need is to be affiliating ourselves with monsters." I only needed to give him a hard look for him to realize the hypocrisy of that statement.

"Look, as soon as we settle our debt then we're gone. I'm not staying in debt to anyone, and if those monsters can leave as well then just running away will only make things worse, alright?" I point out, crossing my arms. I'm not surprised about him being cautious, all things considered, but the last thing we needed was him starting to freak out over things again.

"Well then lets just get it done fast, alright." He nearly ordered, reaching into my backpack to grab his clothes. Everything needed to be washed soon, so I started to wonder if there was any place we could do that around here. I doubted that this place would have anything for that, though.

"Morning." One of the workers here called into the room after knocking on the door, thankfully not entering. "When you're ready feel free to come downstairs." I could then hear him walk off.

I reach my hand over and touch Lobo's shoulder, whistling to him. "Everything will be fine, and even if it's not I have THE best guard dog in existence." I assured, smiling to him. He smiled back and gently kissed me, giving me the same light feeling it always did, before putting on his shirt and handing me my clothes.

When we came downstairs to see the Barkeep cleaning the counter top. "Welp, if you guys do some cleaning work for the day then tonight you can leave as you please. I figured it'd be best to leave after your buddy there has shifted over, after all." He pointed out, giving Lobo a look of surprise. This man knew about him the moment he saw Lobo's wolf form, and seemed aware of him before we even entered the bar.

Lobo was right, this is not a place for us to be. We did our work, had a meal when it came close to time where Lobo would shift over again, and then we left. It only took that one moment of realization, that a man could spot Lobo's condition before even laying eyes on him, to know that we couldn't stay. But, to this day, I still wonder about that man.
Farside Pub: Harvest Moon
In celebration of the Blood Moon, I'm releasing the first Farside Pub story early this year.

This year should be good for the Pub, since I got a lot planned out and ample time to do it.


Dyxo Xinoro
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
United States
I am a raising author who plans to go into Videogame Design. My specialties are in Character Design and Scenario Design, and am willing to help you in your projects in whatever way I can so long as proper credit is given.

Current projects:
Team Gaia Raver reintegration story
Fire Emblem LP
Obligatory freewiting slot
Original Mythos
Chrono Trigger Dissidia Movelists

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Tj-the-deviant Featured By Owner Dec 2, 2015
:iconcakeplz: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! :iconcakeplz:
Dyxo Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks, yo
TheRedThunderX Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks for the watch!:D
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AnilexusRaiyne2014 Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I'm on skype :D
Dyxo Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Too bad my home computer absolutely hates skype. Though I think I can downgrade it a bit to work again when I get home.
AnilexusRaiyne2014 Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I hope so! that or get jitsi. 
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What up B. If you have a sprite character you should see this.

Watch the artist to join.
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Thanks for looking and :+fav: ing !
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