Basacial, Demonlord of Greed
Committed
Roleplay posts: 80
Age: Negotiable.
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4, with the lithe build of a swordsmen, Basacial is an imposing sight. With his crimson hair, glowing red eyes, and massive bat like wings. He has features that were carefully constructed to be attractive. Long pointed ears, high check bones, and a powerful jaw.
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Clothes and Equipment: Impeccably dressed in the latest fashion, of hell. His favored weapon is his gold pen, which he can turn into a scythe.
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Registered: Feb 21, 2016 10:40:46 GMT -8
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Post by Basacial, Demonlord of Greed on Feb 21, 2016 12:17:45 GMT -8
Abyssal Acquisitions
There is an old legend, told among the desperate. Find a place where two roads meet, with nothing to loose, and a world to gain. Dig a hole right in the center, straight down deep. In that hole place a drop of blood, a strand of hair, and spit. Bury it up, and turn in a circle. When you are facing the direction you started, there will be a building. Inside your wildest dreams can become reality. Abyssal Acquisitions, your darkest wish for a reasonable price.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Feb 21, 2016 20:49:45 GMT -8
Vain bursts through the door, dragging Andraste Ruana by the hand. "Heeeeey, Basacial! It's me, Vain! Remember me? We went to demon school together!" He tugs the red-haired sorceress into the shop. "This is Andraste! Andraste, this is Basacial, a guy I went to school with!" Glancing around, he adds: "You've done well for youself, buddy."
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Basacial, Demonlord of Greed
Committed
Roleplay posts: 80
Age: Negotiable.
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4, with the lithe build of a swordsmen, Basacial is an imposing sight. With his crimson hair, glowing red eyes, and massive bat like wings. He has features that were carefully constructed to be attractive. Long pointed ears, high check bones, and a powerful jaw.
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Clothes and Equipment: Impeccably dressed in the latest fashion, of hell. His favored weapon is his gold pen, which he can turn into a scythe.
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Registered: Feb 21, 2016 10:40:46 GMT -8
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Post by Basacial, Demonlord of Greed on Feb 21, 2016 20:58:36 GMT -8
Basacial looks up from the document he was drafting. He leans back in his chair eyeing Vain, and the ravishing mortal he dragged along. A flicker of annoyance ran through his mind, but that wouldn't do.
"Vain, would it hurt to knock? Or to have your mortal perform the appropriate ritual. Some warning is preferable, before my door is knocked down. This place is a mess."
That last part was a blatant lie. The pride side of Basacial, refused to allow his office to be anything less than, fastidiously clean. Folding his hands on his stomach he says calmly.
"What can I do for you?"
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Fol-lu, Skywarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 123
Age: Pretty Dang Old
Physical Description: Fol-lu has two forms, one which is his human form. In this form, he appears as an elegant looking man standing at an even 6’0’’ with long black hair. This is only his preferred mortal form, however, and he can take others if need be.
His draconic form is is that of an enormous feathered dragon, with a gleaming golden gem (the Dragon's Tear) embedded in his forehead, just between two golden eyes. The gem radiates with magical power, granted only to the Skywarden. The Skywarden's true form is roughly 200 feet long, and it is in this form that he is most powerful. He has the ability to decrease the size of this form at will.
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Clothes and Equipment: Fol-lu wears whatever is appropriate for the situation, whether that be a garb of silken finery or a set of comfortable traveling clothes. He also wears armor in battle at times, and commonly uses a polearm of legendary qualities. The weapon’s shaft is about as long as a short spear, except it is tipped with a long single edged blade that curves upwards at the tip for increased slashing power, this weapon is commonly referred to as a glaive. His weapon and armor can be summoned at will through the use of magic, since carrying around such things are an inconvenience one with power such as Fol-lu's does not have to deal with.
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Registered: Feb 15, 2016 20:58:32 GMT -8
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Post by Fol-lu, Skywarden on Feb 22, 2016 20:55:51 GMT -8
An elven man with elegant features strolled down a isolated dirt road alone, the clothes he wore anything but elegant. They were worn from travel, broken in. The brown leather boots he wore covered in a light film of dust from the road. His features remained unblemished, pure black hair framing his pale face and piercing blue eyes. He had a thoughtful expression as he came upon the intersection of the roads, his gaze flickering to the center of it as he recounted the tale to himself.
"Find a place where two roads meet, and dig a hole right in the center and place a drop of blood and a strand of hair..." he recounted, before commenting to himself, "These humans come up with the strangest of tales, most false, but this one I know to be true."
In the mid-day sun, there was not a sound to be heard in the clearing except for the methodical scrape, scrape, scrape of the dry rocky earth as the elf dug a hole in the center of the road, taking a knife and cutting a small lock of black hair from his head and piercing his thumb with the tip to let a few crimson droplets patter into the hole with the hair. Burying up the concotion in the dirt with a few seemingly slow and calculated movements, Fol-lu rose from his knees and slowly turned around towards the direction he came, now finding a building standing in front of him, he did not seem to be at all surprised by this as he walked up to the door, giving it exactly three evenly spaced knocks.
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Feb 22, 2016 21:28:31 GMT -8
Andraste looks about as annoyed with Vain as the pride demon as she straightens her robes from the rather unwarranted dragging. "You know, you didn't have to pull me along like a dog or something," she says, her placid, silky voice holding just a touch of aggravation. She looks about the room as Vain speaks, and then her eyes settle upon the other demon. Isra seems to be getting fuller of them by the day...though she supposes she can't complain, as she's in a bit of a long-lasting fling with one.
Andraste gives him one of her enigmatic, impenetrably serene smiles and bows deeply at the waist. "I am Minister of Magic Andraste Ruana. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," she states in that near-emotionless subdued tone of hers. Even the demon will likely feel her calming influence, as she's been training to perfect the art of magically-induced serenity.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Feb 22, 2016 22:30:12 GMT -8
Vain laughs.
"We're not in Isra, Andraste! We're in Basacial's shop! It's one of those 'space between he space' thingies. Anyway, how else am I supposed to get you here? You certainly couldn't have walked here yourself."
He turns to Badacial, frowning.
"You don't have to be so businesslike all the time, buddy. Just relax! Aren't you happy to see your old classmate again? Huh? Let's celebrate our reunion! Do you have any drinks? Never mind, I got it."
He snaps his fingers, and a silver servi tray appears, hovering in the air. Three pineapple cocktails sit on the platter, complete with little umbrellas.
"We just got back from vacation to Carmela, hence the tropical drinks. Oh, I brought you a present!"
The over enthusiastic incubus hands Basacial a pineapple, pulled out of some manner of magic pocket.
"You like pineapples, don't you?"
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Basacial, Demonlord of Greed
Committed
Roleplay posts: 80
Age: Negotiable.
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4, with the lithe build of a swordsmen, Basacial is an imposing sight. With his crimson hair, glowing red eyes, and massive bat like wings. He has features that were carefully constructed to be attractive. Long pointed ears, high check bones, and a powerful jaw.
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Clothes and Equipment: Impeccably dressed in the latest fashion, of hell. His favored weapon is his gold pen, which he can turn into a scythe.
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Registered: Feb 21, 2016 10:40:46 GMT -8
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Post by Basacial, Demonlord of Greed on Feb 23, 2016 7:42:58 GMT -8
(Vain and Andraste)
Basacial eyes Vain's newest pet mortal curiously. She seemed less, broken than the others. That either meant she was new, or... There it was, and it explained the nauseating feeling of calm she emitted. He opens his mental folder, reviewing what he knows about the head of the conjunction. Hmmm, if Vain had really ensnared her, he was better than Basacial had thought. One way to find out, his eyes flash gold as he views the magical bonds between the two. The contract demon lets out a bark of laughter, oh that was rich. It wasn't Vain who had done the catching, that was more in line with the incubus's previous performance.
"Vain is quite correct Ms. Ruana, I am outside your jurisdiction. Since Vain was so remiss, allow me to introduce myself properly. I am Basacial Glorytaker, contract demon of the ninth circle."
He stands up to introduce himself, giving a formal bow when he finishes. When Vain produces drinks, a pineapple, and an admonishment to relax, Basacial very nearly cuts his head off. He takes a calming breath reminding himself, that Vain had always been like this. Sometimes he found it endearing, but that was usually when he made plans to go have a good time. He hated things happening, that weren't planned.
"Vain, I am relaxed. Notice how I didn't try and cut your head off. Some of us can be perfectly relaxed while maintaining a semblance of decorum, and civility... and yes I do like pineapples."
He says the last part grumpily. Not liking admitting, that he would enjoy the gift.
(Fol-Lu)
The door swings open of it's own accord on the third knock. Inside is a perfectly neat, tidy, and clean office. The room is dominated by a large desk directly in the center. At that desk is a demon, who is in the middle of writing something with a gold pen. He does not look up when he speaks.
"Ah Mr. Fol-Lu, what can this humble demon do, for the might dragon?"
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Fol-lu, Skywarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 123
Age: Pretty Dang Old
Physical Description: Fol-lu has two forms, one which is his human form. In this form, he appears as an elegant looking man standing at an even 6’0’’ with long black hair. This is only his preferred mortal form, however, and he can take others if need be.
His draconic form is is that of an enormous feathered dragon, with a gleaming golden gem (the Dragon's Tear) embedded in his forehead, just between two golden eyes. The gem radiates with magical power, granted only to the Skywarden. The Skywarden's true form is roughly 200 feet long, and it is in this form that he is most powerful. He has the ability to decrease the size of this form at will.
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Clothes and Equipment: Fol-lu wears whatever is appropriate for the situation, whether that be a garb of silken finery or a set of comfortable traveling clothes. He also wears armor in battle at times, and commonly uses a polearm of legendary qualities. The weapon’s shaft is about as long as a short spear, except it is tipped with a long single edged blade that curves upwards at the tip for increased slashing power, this weapon is commonly referred to as a glaive. His weapon and armor can be summoned at will through the use of magic, since carrying around such things are an inconvenience one with power such as Fol-lu's does not have to deal with.
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Registered: Feb 15, 2016 20:58:32 GMT -8
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Post by Fol-lu, Skywarden on Feb 23, 2016 9:58:23 GMT -8
Upon being let in, Fol-lu's first impressions of the establishment were quite positive. Everything seemed to be cleanly and in order, maybe even to in order. Perhaps this demon took a special pride in the tidiness of his office, and pride was one of the sins Fol-lu knew demons to have. Upon the demon saying his name, and proclaiming him a dragon Fol-lu seemed to not react at all, his expression remaining neutral as he nodded slightly in greeting.
While dragon was a close enough descriptor for what Fol-lu was, he himself knew the term to not be entirely accurate but he did not blame the demon for his mistake. Fol-lu had not been born into this world in the body of a dragon, he was born to elven parents as an elf long, long ago. Only once he had learned to harness the power of the fractured soul of the apex dragon within him was he able to take the superior form of a dragon once again. Even so, he preferred to remain in his current form.
Fol-lu seemed to give the demon an appraising look, before walking up to stand before the desk, "It is said that one can ask for anything here and be granted it, for a price. I have only one request; Tell me where the second half of the Dragon's Tear is," his words were straight to the point, although his request might seem vague or confusing to one who might not know what the Dragon's Tear was. Fol-lu had a suspicion that this demon knew more than he let on, however.
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Basacial, Demonlord of Greed
Committed
Roleplay posts: 80
Age: Negotiable.
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4, with the lithe build of a swordsmen, Basacial is an imposing sight. With his crimson hair, glowing red eyes, and massive bat like wings. He has features that were carefully constructed to be attractive. Long pointed ears, high check bones, and a powerful jaw.
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Clothes and Equipment: Impeccably dressed in the latest fashion, of hell. His favored weapon is his gold pen, which he can turn into a scythe.
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Registered: Feb 21, 2016 10:40:46 GMT -8
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Post by Basacial, Demonlord of Greed on Feb 23, 2016 10:17:47 GMT -8
(Fol-Lu)
Basacial writes in silence for a long moment, before finally setting down his pen. He eyes the dragon spirited elf, calmly. He assess the man carefully, then blows on the contract and slides it across the table.
"Payment will be up front. Once you have secured what I want, I will tell you the location. Seeing as you will most likely die trying to retrieve the tear, this is non negotiable. In exchange for the location of The Dragon's Tear, I will require you to travel to Hellscape. Once there, you will locate and acquire the Mourning Star. That is mourning as in to mourn, not as in dawn. If these terms are satisfactory, please sign the contract."
Basacial produces a silver pen, for Fol-Lu to use. He folds his hands on his desk, giving Fol-Lu an expectant smile.
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Fol-lu, Skywarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 123
Age: Pretty Dang Old
Physical Description: Fol-lu has two forms, one which is his human form. In this form, he appears as an elegant looking man standing at an even 6’0’’ with long black hair. This is only his preferred mortal form, however, and he can take others if need be.
His draconic form is is that of an enormous feathered dragon, with a gleaming golden gem (the Dragon's Tear) embedded in his forehead, just between two golden eyes. The gem radiates with magical power, granted only to the Skywarden. The Skywarden's true form is roughly 200 feet long, and it is in this form that he is most powerful. He has the ability to decrease the size of this form at will.
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Clothes and Equipment: Fol-lu wears whatever is appropriate for the situation, whether that be a garb of silken finery or a set of comfortable traveling clothes. He also wears armor in battle at times, and commonly uses a polearm of legendary qualities. The weapon’s shaft is about as long as a short spear, except it is tipped with a long single edged blade that curves upwards at the tip for increased slashing power, this weapon is commonly referred to as a glaive. His weapon and armor can be summoned at will through the use of magic, since carrying around such things are an inconvenience one with power such as Fol-lu's does not have to deal with.
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Registered: Feb 15, 2016 20:58:32 GMT -8
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Post by Fol-lu, Skywarden on Feb 23, 2016 10:42:20 GMT -8
Fol-lu took a bit of time to look over he contract, reading every last detail as he did so. He tuned out the words of the contract demon for the most part, as the power of demon's such as these were in the fine print. Despite coming to this demon for assistance in his quest he did not trust the demon one bit.
Fol-lu then placed the contract back on the table, frowning slightly in thought before taking the silver pen and scrawling a signature onto the document.
"There is your signature," Fol-lu said solemly, he was locked into this contract now, and he intended to follow it through, so long as Basacial held up his part of the deal.
"Now as for the Hellscape, would you be capable of offering a means of travel there?" the dragon spirit asked calmly. It was not that Fol-lu was incapable of traveling to the Hellscape himself, but it was a matter of time. It would take him a while to actually pinpoint the location of the realm on the dimensional plane, and there was also the fact that gaining entry into the realm himself would no doubt alert the demons there to his unwelcome presence, which he wanted to avoid.
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Basacial, Demonlord of Greed
Committed
Roleplay posts: 80
Age: Negotiable.
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4, with the lithe build of a swordsmen, Basacial is an imposing sight. With his crimson hair, glowing red eyes, and massive bat like wings. He has features that were carefully constructed to be attractive. Long pointed ears, high check bones, and a powerful jaw.
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Clothes and Equipment: Impeccably dressed in the latest fashion, of hell. His favored weapon is his gold pen, which he can turn into a scythe.
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Registered: Feb 21, 2016 10:40:46 GMT -8
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Post by Basacial, Demonlord of Greed on Feb 23, 2016 11:01:01 GMT -8
(Fol-lu) Basacial signs the contract himself, sealing them both to the deal. Breaking this contract now, would result in all the forces of hell chasing down and murdering the deal breaker. Basacial smiles and extends his hands. "Pleasure doing business with you. You will find that I have already taken care of transportation, simply step out the door. I would recommend starting your search in the circle of pride. Remember if you get caught, you are there of your own volition." Once Fol-lu shakes or ignores the offered hand, Basacial takes his seat. He starts preparing the next contract. Fol-lu will find the door outside now deposits him in hell.
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Feb 23, 2016 13:48:47 GMT -8
Andraste refuses the drink. The last time she'd had one she had gotten far too drunk and...well, what she did to Vain in public was certainly embarrassing. Her cheeks flush at the very thought. She clears her throat as she pushes that out of her mind, and gives the demon another placid smile.
"A pleasure to meet you, Basacial," she says, her voice as pleasant and impenetrably neutral as always. Internally, however, her defenses raise. A demon specialising in contracts is not to be toyed with; one could easily be tricked into accepting a debt they cannot repay, were they not careful. The other demon might notice that her right hand grasps her staff a little more tightly, her other resting upon the tome on her hip. An ingrained habit she picked up when she feels threatened, and one she is trying hard to break. It is such an obvious tell.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Feb 23, 2016 14:06:07 GMT -8
Vain puts an arm around Andraste as he notices her stress.
"Relax, Andraste! Basacial is fiiine. He's a buddy of mine. He won't do anything sneaky, right Basacial?"
He puts his other arm around Basacial and squeezes the two of them together.
"Calm down and enjoy yourself, Andraste! And you too, Basacial!"
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Basacial, Demonlord of Greed
Committed
Roleplay posts: 80
Age: Negotiable.
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4, with the lithe build of a swordsmen, Basacial is an imposing sight. With his crimson hair, glowing red eyes, and massive bat like wings. He has features that were carefully constructed to be attractive. Long pointed ears, high check bones, and a powerful jaw.
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Clothes and Equipment: Impeccably dressed in the latest fashion, of hell. His favored weapon is his gold pen, which he can turn into a scythe.
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Registered: Feb 21, 2016 10:40:46 GMT -8
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Post by Basacial, Demonlord of Greed on Feb 23, 2016 16:49:17 GMT -8
"I am perfectly calm."
Basacial says through gritted teeth, as he forced into Andraste. He didn't like being indecisive. He had failed to decide whether to avoid Vain's arm or not, before he was pushed into the mortal woman. On the one hand she was a pretty little thing, and he wasn't opposed to getting close. On the other he hated being man handled. He twiddles his pen, fighting down the urge to murder Vain.
"Vain is perfectly correct. I am not some penny ante demon, who feels the need to trick mortals into debts. When I make a contract, it is because they choose to do so. I consider it a mark of pride that I am as successful as I am, while being completely honest. You have nothing to fear from me, unless you are looking to cut a deal of course."
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Feb 23, 2016 22:01:41 GMT -8
Andraste is as annoyed with being smashed into Basacial as he is, and she shoots Vain a look. "Vain, need you be so rough outside the be--" she realises what she's about to say and blushes lightly, clearing her throat. "What I mean is, must you be so...excitable all the time?"
She then turns to Basacial and nods, slowly, although those enigmatic orange eyes still show signs of mistrust. "Mm. Well, I suppose if Vain trusts you, then there's no true danger," she says, cautiously. "As for your offer, no. Only fools make contracts with demons."
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Feb 23, 2016 22:36:51 GMT -8
Vain laughs at Andraste's words, completely unaware of Basacial's murderous thoughts.
"Don't be like that, Andraste! Lots of people make deals with demons! I do it all the time!"
Releasing the two of them, he sips his drink and turns to Basacial.
"So, Basacial. Is it just you here? All alone in this dreary little shop? What happened to that succubus you were seeing last time I ran into you?"
He thinks for a moment.
"Or was I the one who was seeing the succubus? I don't remember. In any case, how do you keep yourself entertained? It's so boring in here."
He waves vaguely at the inside of the shop.
"You need to host some parties, or at least put up some posters or something! I've got some pin-ups of some human celebrities if you want."
Reaching into some manner of magical pocket, he pulls out a large roll of paper. It unrolls to reveal a drawing of Ranya Fletcher, a popular music-hall singer, posing suggestively in a tight dress.
"Want one? I've got lots. This one's pretty new, but I've got some vintage stuff if you'd like"."
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Basacial, Demonlord of Greed
Committed
Roleplay posts: 80
Age: Negotiable.
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4, with the lithe build of a swordsmen, Basacial is an imposing sight. With his crimson hair, glowing red eyes, and massive bat like wings. He has features that were carefully constructed to be attractive. Long pointed ears, high check bones, and a powerful jaw.
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Clothes and Equipment: Impeccably dressed in the latest fashion, of hell. His favored weapon is his gold pen, which he can turn into a scythe.
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Registered: Feb 21, 2016 10:40:46 GMT -8
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Post by Basacial, Demonlord of Greed on Feb 24, 2016 7:52:48 GMT -8
Basacial chuckles at Andraste's comment, about taking Vain's word for it. Either the woman was a fool, or she had him by the short and curlys. The contract demon wasn't sure which would be funnier. When Vain produces a poster, the contract deal gives the incubus a fake smile. He extends a finger, presses it to the poster, and a black flame spreads out from his digit, devouring the poster.
"Vain, first everyone was seeing that succubus, she was running for valedictorian. Second this is my pace of business, not my house. I have a stunning mansion in hellscape, largest in the circle of greed. Won it in a game of cards, from the demon lord. It is lavishly appointed, tastefully decorated, and I host parties there frequently. You'd know that if you ever returned home, I sent invites."
Though Basacial's voice remains civil, it is clipped and curt, and though he still smiles, it is clear that he is getting angry. Vain may at this point remember his old friend is 1/8s wrath demon, and when pushed too far he gets rather murdery. Indeed Basacial had been known to kill full wrath demons, when properly incised.
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
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Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Feb 24, 2016 9:18:32 GMT -8
Andraste gives a slightly exhausted sigh at Vain's bounciness. His level of energy is both her favourite and her least favourite thing about him. She touches him on the elbow lightly, a gesture that he'll have learned by now is meant to be a warning. "Vain, I do believe Mister Basacial's patience is waning," she says, her voice still calm, yet with a slight edge to it.
She turns to the demon again, and as her eyes lock into his, that nauseating torrent of calmness and serenity begins in earnest, all of her influence directed upon Basacial as she bows slightly at the hip. "You must forgive Vain, he tends to be a bit...high energy. I suppose it comes with his..er...particular profession," says Andraste with an amicable smile.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Feb 24, 2016 9:24:49 GMT -8
Vain looks a little put out by the burning of his pin-up, but quickly gets over it.
"You've got a mansion? Really? Why have I never been there? You'll have to throw me an invite sometime."
He thinks for a moment. Why doesn't he have a house? He lives with Andraste, and in the apartment in Carmela before that.
"I need a house. I should get a house. Wait...I don't have any money. Oh well. Who needs a house, anyway?"
When Andraste warns him, the overexcited incubus calms down slightly.
"Alright, alright. Well...made any good deals recently, Basacial?"
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Basacial, Demonlord of Greed
Committed
Roleplay posts: 80
Age: Negotiable.
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4, with the lithe build of a swordsmen, Basacial is an imposing sight. With his crimson hair, glowing red eyes, and massive bat like wings. He has features that were carefully constructed to be attractive. Long pointed ears, high check bones, and a powerful jaw.
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Clothes and Equipment: Impeccably dressed in the latest fashion, of hell. His favored weapon is his gold pen, which he can turn into a scythe.
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Registered: Feb 21, 2016 10:40:46 GMT -8
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Post by Basacial, Demonlord of Greed on Feb 24, 2016 11:02:32 GMT -8
Basacial pinches the bridge of his nose. He twirls his pen through his fingers, for a brief flash it is a golden scythe, then it returns to normal. It was nauseatingly adorable, that this mortal was apologizing for Vain. He gives Andraste a tight smile, having calmed down somewhat.
"Ms. Reuna, I am very familiar with Vain's antics. Meaning no offense, I have known him longer than you have been alive. Believe it or not I actually like Vain. However for that to come across, I have to be ready for him, I despise surprises."
He then turns to Vain, growling with irritation.
"Vain do you listen when people talk? I did send you invites. To your apartment in the circle of lust. Your apartment, in a building I had to buy, so you wouldn't get evicted for not paying rent. The fact that you don't know this, explains why you never responded to any of my letters. Honestly if you are going to move, leave me a new address, you utter ass."
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