Kargth
Established
Knight of a time long past,confused of who and what he is he travels the lands seeking for answers.
Roleplay posts: 45
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: 7ft tall and built like an ox nothing can be seen under his armor.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing armor made of darkest metal and wielding a blazing sword Kargth is a sight to behold. His armor is etched with script with a language he does not understand. His sword blazing with magic he can not conceive of. The armor he wears is as much a mystery to himself as it is to others.
Registered: Jan 25, 2017 21:39:37 GMT -8
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Post by Kargth on May 3, 2019 19:56:49 GMT -8
The Empress murmurs appreciatively in response. “I see.” “I’m unsure how familiar you are with Isra’s policies, but we harbor no softness for the likes of slavers. It will be very doable to support your efforts.” Though she speaks professionally in the third person, a touch of something personal seeps into The Empress’s tone. With that said, she nods. “Very good. The specifics of price and the garrison can be worked out between yourself and whoever the relevant officers turn out to be. … Do you have a name that you prefer?” "I am Kargth...I think." Spoke the large knight, pausing for a moment. "Thank you for your support for our lands. My people will be very happy." Kargth bowed a small amount, his armour creaking slightly and turned to leave. Just as he was about to leave Empress Naoki's presence he paused, and turned to face her once more now from across the room. "May I ask before I leave, as I am a stranger to your lands. What is your nations uh, view on magical creatures and undead?" He asked quite intently.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on May 4, 2019 22:09:53 GMT -8
“Very good. A pleasure to meet you, Kargth, and good travels.” Nodding, The Empress dismisses him and reseats herself. When Kargth mentions undead, The Empress looks over and nods knowingly. That’s why his helmet stayed on. “Many of my closest friends are undead,” she replies. “Isra, The Free City, is open to all who obey her laws, and her laws protect beings of all types.” There’s a pause before she continues. “That said, there are those Israns who are less tolerant — first among them, Archbishop Alured Norian , and his Church of Varafel. Tall elf, dark robes, wide hat, mask with a beak. ‘Speaks like this,’” The Empress performs an excellent impersonation of a male voice muffled by a mask but breaks into a short coughing fit afterward. She composes herself before continuing. “He and his disciples may be best avoided. The Guard upholds Law in the street, but aren’t omnipotent. I don’t think you’ll have any trouble, but probably best to keep the helmet on regardless.”
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Kargth
Established
Knight of a time long past,confused of who and what he is he travels the lands seeking for answers.
Roleplay posts: 45
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: 7ft tall and built like an ox nothing can be seen under his armor.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing armor made of darkest metal and wielding a blazing sword Kargth is a sight to behold. His armor is etched with script with a language he does not understand. His sword blazing with magic he can not conceive of. The armor he wears is as much a mystery to himself as it is to others.
Registered: Jan 25, 2017 21:39:37 GMT -8
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Post by Kargth on May 4, 2019 22:17:38 GMT -8
“Very good. A pleasure to meet you, Kargth, and good travels.” Nodding, The Empress dismisses him and reseats herself. When Kargth mentions undead, The Empress looks over and nods knowingly. That’s why his helmet stayed on. “Many of my closest friends are undead,” she replies. “Isra, The Free City, is open to all who obey her laws, and her laws protect beings of all types.” There’s a pause before she continues. “That said, there are those Israns who are less tolerant — first among them, Archbishop Alured Norian , and his Church of Varafel. Tall elf, dark robes, wide hat, mask with a beak. ‘Speaks like this,’” The Empress performs an excellent impersonation of a male voice muffled by a mask but breaks into a short coughing fit afterward. She composes herself before continuing. “He and his disciples may be best avoided. The Guard upholds Law in the street, but aren’t omnipotent. I don’t think you’ll have any trouble, but probably best to keep the helmet on regardless.” Kargth stiffened at the closing remark. Was he really that obvious to outsiders? "Thank you for your understanding." Kargth said slowly. "As well as your warning. I will try my best to stay away from them while I am here." At that Kargth once again did a slight bow, and walked out of the room, instructing the small boy outside to lead him back to his caravan through the labyrinth of public offices and corridors. There was much to be organised and much to be said. What a strange city this was indeed. With the main reason for his trip here completed to a satisfactory level. It was now onto a more personal quest.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Oct 13, 2019 21:53:55 GMT -8
Empress Naoki sits alone in The Offices of The Treasury Department, spectacles perched on the very end of her nose. Her eyes flit up and down the parchment she’s scanning, deep in thought. At one point, there was theoretically some manner of reason as to how things were arranged, but that was some hours ago and things have since devolved. On the desk before her now is a mess of scrolls, ledgers, miscellaneous documents, and bits of scrap parchment covered in varying numbers of numbers. Because today is Gold Day, and The Empress has spent the better part of the morning reviewing The Empire’s aggregate financial records from the last quarter. Earlier there was a break for brunch, but now she’s back it, reviewing, tabulating, analyzing, and making sure all of the numbers add up in the way she’d like them to. Managing the finances of the entire Empire is a herculean task, and arguably not one The Empress Herself should be burdened with. Though the Treasury Department’s staff handles much of the tedium, The Empress has refused to appoint a Treasurer or delegate the task to someone like Robert, insisting on doing it herself. Because way back when, once upon a time, Madame Naoki was The Free City’s Treasurer — and The Empress is not so foolish as to relinquish the purse strings she herself pulled to gain control of the state. Gold is society’s lifeblood; controlling how the gold flows in The Empire is to control The Empire itself — Gold is the essence of power. To appoint a Treasurer — even a trustworthy one, would be to cede much of her power as Empress and make a coup that much more plausible. No, The Empress balances the books herself and likes it that way. Right now, that means reviewing The Enclave’s proposed budget. It’s four times what it was last year, and she suspects that to be a bit egregious, even considering their recent restructuring. As she is considering the bulk purchase of alchemical reagents, Naoki’s ears perk at the sound of footsteps in the hallway. She removes her spectacles, and when the pageboy knocks, she bids he enter. His message: “Keph is here.”Naoki’s eyebrows rise in surprise; she wasn’t sure if Keph would return or not. He certainly has the very best of reasons to, but Naoki admits she may have gone the slightest bit beyond what might be considered reasonable during their last meeting, and she wouldn’t have blamed him for fleeing Isra as soon as he could walk straight. The fact that Keph has returned is very interesting indeed — a pleasant surprise. The fact that he is here now is less immediately pleasing; she’s right in the middle of this. She has no reservations about having him wait like any other guest, but this will take the rest of the day. Empress or no, that’s colder than Naoki would like to be toward Keph. The rest of the work will keep until tomorrow, but she at least needs to finish what she's doing. After a moment more of consideration, The Empress decides. “Bring him here, would you?” The pageboy blinks once before nodding. “Yes, milady.” It is unusual that she would receive a guest in such a place, but then Keph is not a usual sort of guest. After the pageboy leaves, Naoki replaces her spectacles and picks up where she left off... with a request for fifty barrels of pixie dust. (Just what do they intend to do with all that?!)
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Oct 27, 2019 16:56:18 GMT -8
In through the door would wander Keph, who- what in the world was he wearing? The first time the two had met, Keph was a tad untaken care of, sporting old clothes that had been repaired more times that he cared to remember and a bit heavy on the amount of tools and bags he carried, and odd cross between a vagabond and a rogue-ish adventurer… now, now it was difficult to tell what he was supposed to be. There were some very shamanic wear with the cloak and the wooden mask on his shoulder, he was still glued to his old navy blue jacket, and he was fitted with a ridiculous amount of knick-knacks… he also had a lot of eggs on him, for whatever reason.
After he had wandered in, Keph immediately looked panicked and ran back out. He peeked back inside and knocked on the already opened door - that’s what proper folk did, yes? Knock and wait before walking in? After Naoki (presumably) recognized his presence, he would firmly take a step forward.
A seat would be pulled, his legs allowed to finally rest. His hood was pulled back, letting those white locks roam free. He slumped back in the chair, waiting, letting an awkward silence befall the room. Every second of silence made him look more-and-more like jello, poor Keph slipping down the chair, unable to do anything but make eye contact with the Empress as a bead of sweat formed above his brow, then finally, he would break the metaphorical silence.
He dipped his quill in ink, letting his hand freely float, drawing lines in the air, the ink drying mid-air, forming a sentence without the need for the annoyance that was paper.
“Miss Naoki has quite the interesting assortment of scrolls and other interesting bureaucratic things.” There probably would be little doubt to someone as observant as Naoki that he purposely ‘said’ whatever came to mind so as to show off this cool new trick he had learned.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Oct 27, 2019 19:35:12 GMT -8
Naoki sits ready to greet Keph as he comes in, but he immediately turns around and leaves. She blinks. A moment later he peers around the edge of the door and knocks. And that is absolutely too much, for Naoki, sending her into a brief fit of laughter.
But she recovers quickly and beckons him in. “Come in, come in! — Hello, Keph — sit, sit sit sit.” Waving him into a chair, Naoki nudges the door almost shut with her foot.
Then she gets a proper look at him.
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There’s a long pause as Naoki attempts to parse Keph’s new getup. He’s got… His jacket, yes, his cloak, sure, and then a mask spiked on his shoulder, and a bunch of feathers, and also a bandolier of... eggs?
Naoki murmurs something noncommittal, unsure what to think. “That’s... quite the outfit you’ve got there.”
But before she can get too far into her analysis, Naoki is distracted by the pen. “Oooh, look at that…!”
“If Keph isn’t using paper anymore, I’ll have to find something else to give for Yuletide,” she teases, craning her head to marvel at the floating letters. It’s not quite the flashiest magic The Empress has ever seen, but the context makes it worthy of an appreciative hum. She then reads it, mouthing the words as she deciphers right to left.
"... Interesting bureaucratic things. Yes. These are Isra’s finances. Every copper that passed though Imperial hands in the last few months is recorded here, somewhere, theoretically.” Waving irreverently at the surrounding mess, she doesn’t seem prepared to back up that claim.
“I’m reviewing things to make sure all the numbers add up how I'd like them to, that there's no egregious spending, embezzling, or anything like that. You've caught me right in the middle, and it’s going to take me a short bit to finish this part, but afterward... You’ll have my full attention,” Naoki promises, fixing Keph with a look.
“Keph could go wait somewhere else if he’d like, or you could stay here, and we could ‘chat.’ I’m curious to hear what Keph has been up to and to have the opportunity to squeeze you for tales of adventure. Most anything Keph has to say will be more interesting than this expense report, easily.”
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Oct 30, 2019 19:01:32 GMT -8
Keph had expected something… different. Not the messy office, nor what Naoki was doing in said office, but there was something about her, something had changed since the last time…
He tapped at his chin. She appeared oddly happy to see him. Granted, who wouldn’t be happy to see him? Trick question: quite a few people wouldn’t. Nevertheless, during their last encounter, he felt the odd flair of royalty; she felt distant, cold, calculating. However, this time, she quite early into their meeting laughed, she indulged his amusement of his newfound trick, and suggested that he was important enough to warrant a gift during the Yuletide. She was approachable - he did not dislike this, but he found it quite odd, but perhaps it was just this paperwork getting to her.
He would never voice such a thought out loud, but his confused look said as much.
His eyes scanned the room - saying that there was a lot of paperwork would be an understatement. So this is what taxes look like. Briefly, he wondered if he might help, but quickly eliminates that thought. He wasn’t bad with numbers, but if the job were that simple, he doubted the office would be in this state.
The tip of the quill was again swung through the air. Like a blade, it cut the words in two, their remains following the tip, dancing to the rhythm of his hand. Before long, a new set of words had taken their predecessor’s place.
“Keph can wait.” He let the words hover and leaned back in his chair, impatiently tilting it back-and-forth. He wouldn’t mind talking, but he’d mind less leaving this office as soon as he could, and chatting would only delay that.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Oct 31, 2019 17:27:40 GMT -8
Reading Keph’s response, Naoki nods and dons her spectacles. “In that case, while you’re sitting there, think about what we might like to do today.”
“Something fun. Something novel. Somewhere to go, something to see, an activity to do. All doors are open to The Empress, so while I’m doing this, you come up with some ideas. This shouldn’t take very long...” Having said that, Naoki busies herself in the paperwork, keen to finish in a timely manner.
Several moments pass in silence save for the occasional ruffling of papers.
"We could go to the Sudatorium," she suggests without looking up, "Or just as easily, the Baths."
"We could visit the Oculus Solis — I believe they're doing races today. ... Or we could go have a picnic somewhere. Or go sailing. Or flying," she says, gesturing with her quill. "That might be enjoyable."
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Nov 6, 2019 15:37:54 GMT -8
Keph tapped at his chin when Naoki threw the decision onto him. This wasn’t going to be easy! He knew quite well that what he found fun wouldn’t necessarily translate as so to someone from high society. Maybe hunting? Nobles liked hunting, right?
As Naoki began to offer a few suggestions, Keph sighed in relief - this would make it easier! At least, that’s what he thought, he was soon proven wrong as the options were far too many to easily decide on!
Sudatorium was something he had never heard of, while he was adventurous, it could easily be something quite boring. The idea of going to the Baths caused Keph’s heart to skip more than just a couple of beats and reddened him up, the embarrassment enough that it was instantly thrown into the burner. He had no idea what the Oculus Solis was either, but races sounded interesting - as long as they were the ones doing the racing, which he doubted. Next up were picnics… most of his meals were a picnic between him and himself, so perhaps not. Sailing… or flying! The Sky was the domain of the Thunder Horse and seeing as he had eliminated every other option…
“Keph votes on sailing.” It would appear that sailing would end up winning by default. He rubbed his knuckle along his temple. Making decision concerning more than just himself was not an easy task.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Nov 9, 2019 9:31:54 GMT -8
“Sailing!” Naoki repeats, seemingly pleased with the choice. “Keph has good taste!”
A few moments pass in silence as Naoki notices and corrects a mistake in her addition, silently mouthing the digits.
“I’m glad you chose that,” she muses, re-checking her work. “Though I quite enjoy sailing, there’s nowhere in particular for me to sail to, and I don’t mean to develop a reputation as the sort of wasteful, hedonistic, layabout who embarks an entire flotilla of naval vessels for no other reason than to feel the gentle breeze of the sea ruffle her ears.”
“But to entreat a suitor to an afternoon on the water…!” Naoki wags a finger at Keph. “That’s far easier to justify.”
Flipping over her scrap paper, Naoki spends a moment to write out a note. Should Keph care to read, it would (upside down, in The Empress’s slanting script) read nothing more than as follows:
Please have The Indulgence readied, small escort.
“If you would, please,” she says, handing the folded note to Keph, “Give this to Thomas — my page, out in the hall. I won’t be very much longer, and in the time it’ll take us to reach the port, they’ll have everything ready to go.”
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