Kinzokan Krypt
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Roleplay posts: 129 
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Mar 15, 2016 8:50:26 GMT -8
Krypt stared at Neia, not quite sure how to take how relaxed her tone was while it gave him an instruction. It was true that she had the power to command him, but the warrior was a prideful creature and found himself a little vexed by the situation he was in. On the other hand, she had seen his body before, as had many others; he was certainly not shy about himself.
"Very well," he told her, dropping his fur cloak to the floor and lifting his shirt up over his head, only to slide it down his arms and drop it to the ground. Next, used his feet to push his boots from his feet while rough hands reached for the lace that held up his trousers and pulled them loose, allowing them to drop to the ground. Finally, he pulled his thick, winter-protected underwear down to his ankles and stepped out of them.
"I assume this is what you wanted?" He asked, raising his arms a little as though admiring himself. He had every right to be confident in the way he looked, for every pound of fat that might have otherwise been there in a man of his size had been replaced by bulging and sculpted muscle that left him as handsome as a heroic statue. He was a large, well-built man in every sense and completely devoid of hair except what grew from his head.
"Though it is hardly fair that I am to be perused like this while you lie there comfortably in your own clothing."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2016 9:01:09 GMT -8
“You assume correctly,” the Frost Queen said with a gleam in her eye.
Once Krypt was unabashedly naked, she unabashedly looked him over. He was certainly handsome, virile, with a body that was honed from war but undoubtedly used for pleasure. Her daughters had certainly taken advantage of it.
Her gaze was still taking in the raw masculinity of his body when he spoke about how comfortable she was where she lie, perusing him like she would a statue. Or a slave.
“What care have I for fair?” she asked with a perk of a brow, allowing her glacial blue eyes to drag themselves up his pleasing body and to his face. There was a smile on her lips.
“If I remember correctly, one of my daughters was sitting on your face, and the other was sitting on your lap. It makes me wonder which half of you is more pleasing.” Her head tilted to the side. “So? Which is it? The top half, or the bottom?”
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Mar 15, 2016 9:18:31 GMT -8
Krypt glanced down at her with a clear and certain lust in his eyes, though before he said anything to answer her question he lowered his eyes to himself. "I would say my lower half. While the oral pleasures I can offer are certainly pleasing, it is the lower joining of two individual lovers that make for the greatest pleasure of all. The rhythmic, primal practice that I am referring to would not only please us both greatly, but knowing that the one we are joined with is also experiencing that sweet and explosive sensation serves only to further heighten that final release."
He placed his hands on the outsides of this thighs and went silent, waiting to hear her reply.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2016 10:12:16 GMT -8
She listened to him speak, and she'd be a liar if she said she didn't feel her blood warm beneath her cold, icy skin. It showed in her eyes as well as she lifted her hand and curled her finger at him, the Ring of Power on that slender digit sparkling from the light of the chandeliers above them.
Come closer that curling finger said, a promise of more in her bewitching gaze as she pressed up from her lounge on the chaise and moved her legs over the side, sitting now with her starlight hair swaying all around her. Power became her, it seemed.
Carnal, or otherwise.
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Mar 15, 2016 10:35:34 GMT -8
Krypt watched her as she beckoned him closer, that gentle finger curling inwards; looking so soft, yet hiding so much power. He watched her luscious form, her beautiful legs and pretty face; long and icy hair. The promise of more made him grow in her sight, his member swelling with blood that might have otherwise been used in his brain - warning him against the action it appeared he was about to take. Still, he pushed on and approached the woman as far as he dared to go, until that certain and delicious part of his anatomy stood far too close to her for any other subject to enter his mind.
"I have waited for and dreamed of this," he told her, flexing his body slightly. Some of the muscles on his torso strained against scar, yet it did not appear to hinder his physical prowess at all. "Ever since I first lay my eyes on you." |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2016 6:39:53 GMT -8
He throbbed for her... grew for her, blood sweeling his cock to stand as he moved closer and closer still. He was standing so close, and seated as she was, she had an eyeful of him. It would be so easy to have a mouthful of him, too... but Neia was not so easy.
She was displeased that he had chosen her daughters first, and she was sure that he was lying to her about the oracle... but she liked power, and he had given her so much of it. And the way he looked, all hard packed muscle, he could give her more.
She leaned back on her elbows on the chaise, crosswise upon it, and her heated, dominant gaze looked up at him. Her long starlight hair shimmered and gleamed around her bare shoulders and pooled upon the chaise around her. The Frost Queen's gown chimed as she lifted one of her legs, a glittering heel on one foot, and pressed it against his chest, making the heel dig into his charcoal skin a little. The slit of her dress now parted all the way up her supple thigh, and she knew how brazen and bold she must have looked.
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Mar 16, 2016 7:57:00 GMT -8
As Neia's heel pressed into his chest, his eyes ran along the inside of her leg as far as her dress would allow and the overwhelming desire he felt from it forced him to take a breath. Still, the woman had made it known to him her desire and such good things would come - in time. For the time being he would play along with her, so his hands gently cupped her shoe'd foot with one around her ankle and the other on the shoe itself. Slowly he slipped it from her flesh and dropped it to the ground, though the hand that still gently held her ankle did no such thing. Instead, he lowered himself to the inside of her leg and gave it a gentle kiss by the ankle. Then a second one, but further up the calf; then a third, closer to her knee. With each one, he lowered himself further to the ground until his knees touched the floor and soon, those gentle touches reached her thighs while slightly spreading them for easier access.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2016 19:17:20 GMT -8
The touch of him was warm and strong, no doubt given what he was. Neia's eyes had darkened with lust, with power, and her gaze was steady on his face as she felt his hands grip her ankle, gently taking off the fashionable shoe of delicate ice she had put on her foot, much like Cinderella but with a completely different origin story.
Watching his face bend to put a kiss at her smooth ankle had a smile turning at one corner of her lips, but when his broad hands swept a little further down the smooth, chilly expanse of her naked calf, knee, her sleek thigh, she used her other foot, still heeled, to press into his chest. The point punctured his skin a little, not breaking any of it, but making it bow in as she pressed him back.
"Ah, ah, ah," she clucked at him. The swells of her breasts rose steadily with her breathing over the glittering bodice of her sorceress' gown, her hair still sparkled with captured starlight. "The other shoe?" she questioned with a perk of her brow. He was on his knees now, with her long legs before him, knees bent and her musculature flexed to increase the curviness of her silken limbs.
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Mar 16, 2016 19:48:45 GMT -8
As her other shoe pressed against his chest, he groaned in wanton disappointment that he could not immediately have access to her sweetest parts. Still, he was a strong man and could handle such clear and sexual torture; as much as it pained his throbbing cock to stand at attention without immediate chance at release. But he would play along with her, follow her demands and prolong his own desire for her until a time as she sought fit to have him touch her in those ways.
And then perhaps he'd give her a taste of her own medicine.
Again, he slid her show from her second foot and lowered it gently to the ground, before wrapping his fingers around her ankle. However this time rather than spreading her leg and kissing down the inside of it, he pushed it up above his head and began to place his gentle kisses down the underside. Playful, teasing and with the occasional delicious lick, he crept down towards the back of her thigh while his breathing became slowly more hectic.
"You taste far sweeter than most other women," he whispered. |
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Strike-Fist
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Assassin of TPS
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Post by Strike-Fist on May 17, 2016 19:47:00 GMT -8
A tribal looking being had come across this mountain. Something about it seemed to draw him towards it, willing to take whatever risk it was to reach what rests on top. As he moved closer to it, brown and black fur began to sprout from his skin. It would start out short and thin, insulating his body, but it would adjust to whatever climate it needed to. The being looked like a elf and Mongoose mix. This was the form he would begin his quest up the mountain in.
The beastly look would hide the build of the tribal being and the claws hidden beneath his skin that slid up his forearm. His markings on his tan skin would hide beneath the fir also, losing his entire look of humanoid. The only visible things of his normal body was his golden eyes; even his teeth had changed into a more vicious set. The further he got, the more he would change.
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2016 18:27:46 GMT -8
She left Krypt sleeping in the grandiose, fur draped bed, the restlessness of the ring on her finger enchanting her to wakefulness. Leaving the warmth -- for which she never felt truly warm anyway, her skin always cold to the touch -- she moved towards a long wide mirror in her luxurious bedroom. Naked, she was mouth-wateringly beautiful, her body created to drive men to insanity. Her starlight hair continued to sway and sparkle and gleam off the light of the sun, but the ring on her finger truly caught the sunshine and glowed. It made her feel... wicked. No, that was too tame. The Frost Queen had always felt wicked, even in her youth those centuries and centuries ago back in Titania. No, she felt... something else. Black crawled up her legs, a gown fitting over her body but leave her back bare, ice coming together like diamonds to hang upon it. She even let her fingertips drift over her own lips, painting those soft, plump tiers as black as her gown. (Click to see gown: link) She felt... she felt.... powerful. A slow smile crawled upon her lips as she looked at her reflection, and she moved out of her bedroom and into an antechamber where the large, glowing iceball still floated, still displayed to her her mountaintop. Snow sprites flittered along and away from her, and Neia reached out and ran her fingertips along the ice. It smoothed out and within it she saw Strike Fist climbing along her mountainside. " Hm," she said to herself with a tip of her head, regarding him. He may have looked strange to anyone else, but the Frost Queen was once "just" a winter fae, and she had seen much stranger. She was intrigued, though. At the very least curious. She wanted to see what the little creature was capable of, because that was the sort of fae she was. A tricky, mischievous, completely self-ish and self-absorbed fae-- but a queen and a powerful sorceress none the less. So with her fingertip, the snow of the white-draped forest near Strike Fist began to swirl in its own little tornado, whirling, whirling, whirling, until with a ferocious roar that ripped through the skies, one of Neia's favorite pets came bursting from the snowstorm and launched itself at Strike Fist, as large as an elephant, as ferocious as a tiger attacking its prey.  Neia laughed, a beautiful, chiming sound as she watched it barrel towards Strike Fist. How would the curious creature react? " Krypt!" Neia called, glancing away from her behemoth "crystal ball" so to speak in order to glance over her shoulder at where her bedroom doors still stood open. " Come look. I'm feeding one of my pets." |
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on May 20, 2016 20:09:27 GMT -8
Krypt heard the call of his name and woke from his dreamless slumber with a calmness he had rarely felt before. The grey-skinned warrior had never been one to be troubled by dreams, but even so the coldness of this mountain seemed to cool every aspect of his being.
What did she want? He wondered, reaching up a hand to rub his temples and eyes. When his eyes were clear, he found himself naturally examining the muscle-mass of his arm... And all of the roughness of his hands and the scars that lined his skin. How many lives had he taken with that hand alone? How many countless warriors, with families and children and hopes and dreams, had met their end when they came face to face with him on the battlefield? How many men and women had fear pummelled into their hearts by his fists, then their lives cut from their bodies by his blade?
He stood up, yawning loudly while staring at the wall. He didn't care; the life of a warrior is one of pride, contest and power. If they did not deserve or wish to die, they would have beaten him or never gone to the field of battle at all. He had no weight heavy on his soul for what he had done.
A few minutes later, he was dressed in trousers and walked out of the bedroom in order to Neia's second chamber. Late perhaps, but why should he be worried? They were together now after all.
"If you wanted, I could have killed the trespasser myself," he told her as he approached the crystal ball and peered into it. "Though I suppose beasts need feeding too."
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2016 7:50:37 GMT -8
Her swirling, pale blue gaze was on her scrying orb, watching the battle as it ensued. She felt Krypt's warmth before she even heard his voice, and not because he was close, but because her connection to the cold made her aware of ANY warmth, especially of those within her domain.
"Oh, my darling, don't be so boring," she softly chided him as he came to stand beside her, watching her pet as it eviscerated and destroyed the stranger upon her mountain. The stranger hadn't done anything other than trespass too far, but at least it was entertaining for the Frost Queen.
She turned to look at him and scoffed when he was shirtless. However much she enjoyed his body, he did not at all look like the powerful man he said he would be. "Come with me," Neia said to Krypt, and she turned and walked out a pair of doors where the icy winds of the mountain topped whipped and screamed but DARED NOT touch the Frost Queen herself, leaving every starlight hair in place, every sparkling bead of her backless gown to glow and twinkle of its own accord.
She walked out onto the balcony to survey her icy kingdom, and for the first time found it... lacking. What was a queen without subjects to control? The power of her ring whispered, and she subconsciously began to turn it on her finger. A smile crossing her face, she held out hands casually to each side and the wind ceased in but a moment.
Then with a laugh, she tossed her hands into the air and the flurry of snow over the slopping meadow immediately cast itself into a swirling vortex a mile wide and a mile deep... and when the snow gently fell back down to the mountain side, it was upon the shoulders of a thousand soldiers, naked, sexless, but built in Krypt's image, sculpted from ice.
She turned to Krypt and reached out to stroke a cold hand down his arm, feeling the ripple of his muscle beneath her frosted touch.
"An army," she told him. "How shall I make it for you? What armor shall they wear? What steeds shall they ride?" Neia had never needed an army before. She had never gone to war. She had simply always taken what she wanted and damned the consequences, arrogant and selfish as she was.
In this, she was crippled. She needed a commander, if she were to strengthen her domain. She would also need an adviser, for she knew little in the ways of men and would likely starve or freeze her subjects purely from neglect and ignorance of a fragile mortal's needs. |
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2016 8:01:29 GMT -8
It was harder to burn to death. The flames ignited you with pain, and although the pain dulled after a while, you could still smell the smoke and the burning flesh of your body. And yet, it was not the flames that killed you... no, they were only there long enough to show you your doom as they came closer, only there long enough to make sure that every part of your body felt the fire licking your flesh, searing your skin, melting and burning it away from your body so your flesh bubbled and popped and oozed... no, it was the smoke that suffocated you, burning into your legs, squeezing around your throat until your eyes bulged and your mouth went dry and your tongue went swollen in your mouth. Burning to death was a terrible way to go.... but freezing to death? That was different. In the cold, cold wintry top of the White Mountain, Rose Merisky had wandered far from the trail. The chill and winds of the blizzard did bite at first, but it numbed the feeling of your skin. You shivered, but felt no pain, only stiffness. Only a cold that seeped into your bones until you could no longer feel it. And then, instead, you felt only sleepy. Rest your eyes. Go to sleep. The snow was cold, but it was so soft, and the shelter of the rocks kept the winds at bay. Go to sleep, darling. Go to sleep, darling. And then but distantly, faintly, like a bird calling far, far in the distance, a gentle and muted scream could be heard. Far away from here, an hour's distance from here or perhaps even more, the creature that Neia had summoned to deal with the first trespasser had found the scouting party that had come for Rose again. Yet their screams and the creature's roars seemed but a faint whisper, almost a lullaby, as they faded in and out intermittenly, sometimes carried by the wintry winds, sometimes smothered by them so no one could hear their turmoil and struggle. Rose's eyelids were heavy, drooping. It would be so easy to give in, wouldn't it? The cold embraced him, loved him, sheltered him like nothing else had or could do with his future raped before his very eyes. Destroyed. Shattered. Go to sleep, darling. But when his eyelids did sleepy lift, reminded to stay awake by his warriors intuition, by the red glow of the pendant that hung around his neck, he saw not winter before him, but a woman instead. A beautiful woman with hair like starlight and eyes as pale blue as the glaciers of the mountain. Her lips were pale pink, and her body was clothed in ice that sparkled like diamonds. She smiled at him, beautiful and loving and serene, and when she stepped towards him the snow parted as if water. The long sparkling veil she wore over the back part of her hair swayed, but not by the wind that blue but by a deeper magic instead. "You have wandered very far from home," the tall and magnificent woman told the young boy freezing to death in the nooks and cranny of rocks. It would be too hard to spreak. The freeze and the cold alone would have locked the muscles of his jaw, making it too difficult to move. "Sh, sh, sh, my darling," the beautiful woman said. She was perfection. Perhaps an angel? She was almost too lovely to look at, her gaze too enchanting, her voice too spell-binding. "I will take care of you." And her snow-soft hands reached for him. Darkness consumed him, blessed darkness... and with it, warmth. When Rose finally woke again, he was covered in warm furs on a bed, in a grandiose room that was made of beautiful sculpted ice and snow in hues of blue and white and purple and even green, shimmering like crystal. s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/c4/95/ed/c495ed30c15b13362335ae262f7ab3b9.jpg |
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Rose Merosiky
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Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 15
Physical Description: Height: 5'8"
Skin: Pale
Eye Color: Silver
Hair Color: Fluorescent white
Powers: Unknown
Personality: Uknown
Clothes and Equipment: Enchanted leather suit with armor plating as muscular padding to prevent movement restriction while being able to sustain an attack. Knee high strapped boots. Black leather gloves. Magical pendant.
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Post by Rose Merosiky on May 24, 2016 20:57:31 GMT -8
Gore may be found in this scene. Please be cautious if torture is not something you can handle.))
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on May 25, 2016 2:12:20 GMT -8
Krypt followed The Frost Queen out onto the balcony, oblivious as to anything else that might have happened on or around his new mountain home while he had been so pre-occupied with the woman who now stood at his side and weaved her magic over the balcony. When the vortex of snow subsided to reveal a thousand soldiers built in his own image, his ego felt the tickle of stimulation and he could not help but smile and laugh.
"Ah, how strange it is to look upon a thousand of my own faces. I see I have my work cut out for me, but work I shall to make this plan a reality," Krypt told her as he leaned forwards onto the balcony and took in the entirety of the view before him. He mentioned a plan, but had they ever actually discussed what it was? Had they sat together and built a path, step by step, to lead them towards achieving a goal? They hadn't; yet the warrior seemed strangely attuned to Neia's desires and the things she wanted of him filled his mind and motivation without any word needing to be spoken.
"I am no great strategist, mayhaps not even a good general. But a better warrior? There is none. My voice will carry over the battlefields, striking fear into the hearts of our enemies and courage into the hearts of our soldiers. For I know battle, it has been my home and my way of life since the moment I was strong enough to pick up a spear. So I tell you now, with these things in mind, that getting this army into fighting condition will take more than it's creation. I may not be the most intelligent man, but I know that choosing their armour and their steeds and their weapons and organization will take more thought than it is possible for me to deliver in such short notice. Give me some time sweet Neia, then I will give you your army."
He clapped his hands loudly and the boom of escaping air from them caused the snowflakes that had collected on the balcony to flutter off once more like dust.
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2016 6:04:58 GMT -8
Krypt's scene: The Frost Queen's charming smile curved her lips and sparkled behind her swirling blue eyes. She reached out for Krypt as he took pleasure in the army she created for him, sliding her hand over his shoulder to his hair, stepping closer so her curvaceous, black clad body was against his side. "That is what I want from you," Neia said to him with his proudly proclaimed promises. She kissed the tip of his shoulder, frost left behind in a design of delicate lace as her hand slipped over his chest. Magic stirred in the air, and when he looked down he'd find a pendant was now hung upon his chest from a slim silver chain. "As long as you wear this, I will be connected to you, and you to me," she whispered to him and bit the lobe of his ear teasingly.
She moved away from him and back into her scurrying chamber. "The army can wait," the twisted fae queen told her warrior lover. "You need real men to help you form this army. Find them, and promise them whatever you must to get them here."
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2016 7:51:23 GMT -8
Rose's scene:
She didn't rescue him from the mountain top just so he could die in her care. She worked her magic upon him to heal his body, aware that the blood pendant was also doing the same.
When he did awake, Neia was sitting on the edge of his bed in a gown that appeared to be sapphire velvet, wrapped snugly around her beautiful figure. Strands of gleaming diamonds sparkled around her throat and fell over her bare shoulders, her graceful arms naked to view. The woman's starlight hair that glittered and glowed was wrapped elegantly up to call attention to her svelte figure, and her swirling blue eyes were upon his face, her lips as red as the pendant that hung from Ross's neck.
"Hello," she said to the boy. "What is your name?"
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Rose Merosiky
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Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 15
Physical Description: Height: 5'8"
Skin: Pale
Eye Color: Silver
Hair Color: Fluorescent white
Powers: Unknown
Personality: Uknown
Clothes and Equipment: Enchanted leather suit with armor plating as muscular padding to prevent movement restriction while being able to sustain an attack. Knee high strapped boots. Black leather gloves. Magical pendant.
Registered: May 23, 2016 17:41:12 GMT -8
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Post by Rose Merosiky on May 25, 2016 18:55:45 GMT -8
His silver eyes would rest on the woman sitting on the edge of the bed who's beauty he found to on the same level of his mother. When Rose's eyes raised back up to Neia, his silver eyes would lock with the blue eyes that stared at him. With all the exhausting events that occurred he lost his surroundings and stared at her as if he was a deer caught in headlights. Seconds after locking onto her eyes, his began flicker between normal eyes and the slitted eyes of a carnivore.
Rose was weak and scared, but with new acceptance to the Darkness he found himself on the aggressive side. His hunger was omnipresent in his weak and awoken self. The stronger this hunger became, Rose's mind would retreat into the mindset of a beast. When Neia spoke to Rose he snapped from this predator trance and back into the reality around him.
When Rose broke his trance, his head shook and body jerked. His eyes fell from the stare and he sat quietly with his head down. The first thing he took notice of was that he could see better than he could before, everything was visible; there were no shadows. Rose took his left hand and felt his mouth noticing a different texture to the roots in his gums. His body went from what felt like grinding bones and thousands of fiery needles to a tingling sensation like a cooling menthol. Rose was fully aware, taking full control of his mind and hunger.
In a soft and raspy voice Rose spoke while staring at he knees so that he might not have to look her in the eyes and feel like a burden, "My name is Rose Merosiky... Where am I?"
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2016 6:19:51 GMT -8
She was not intimidated by the bestial look that came into his eye. He was still out of sorts from whatever it was he had endured, so perhaps he missed the heavy pulse of magic that surrounded the Frost Queen, a magic so thick that it might have even acted like radiation poisoning for lesser beings of magic who were simply not prepared for the enchantments that seemed to weave through the Frost Queen's very existence.
Beautiful and poised, with starlight shining in her silver-white hair and her blue eyes sparkling like ice, she smiled her red-lipped smile. "Rose is your name? I've never heard it on a male before." She laughed lightly -- at him? At the situation? Just to give him a warm and chiming sound? -- and she leaned forward a little to pick up a small plate of food that was beside his fur-and-frost bed.
"You are in my castle, safe from harm, and safe from those men that followed you onto my mountain," the Frost Queen told the child. "You must eat," she told him and gestured to the food. Unlike the rest of the castle, it seemed warm and delicious, a selection of meat and vegetables and bread, although there was a single frosted plum on the plate as well, an enticing sweet.
After she put the plate on his lap, she pushed away from the bed and paced towards a window that overlooked her valley. "How is it that you came upon my mountain top, Rose Merosiky?" she asked, her voice lovely and warm and sweet.
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