Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================================
Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Feb 27, 2016 12:13:43 GMT -8
Gwen just barely catches the bow, stretching over so much that she almost trips, her curled wavy hair falling into her face. Then, she straightens herself with a determined expression, drawing the bowstring back. Allowing Renaux to criticise her stance, she then releases the string, slowly this time, and leans down to pick up an arrow from the quiver stuck in the ground beside her.
Gwen does the same thing as before, nodding eagerly at the king's every word. She makes the proper adjustments and notches the arrow, widening her stance and drawing the string back to her face, inhaling. Before he can even finish speaking, she releases the string with a sharp exhale and the arrow goes flying, lodging itself squarely in the center of the bullseye.
Gwen blinks a few times and lowers the bow, speechless for a few moments at her own achievement. Then, she beams over to the king and bounces up and down with glee.
"Did you see that? Did you? I hit the target!"
In her excitement, she too is oblivious to the eyes on the pair. Perhaps it's simply naivete or perhaps she is used to the stares. However, all of her attention is focused upon the king. Suddenly, her brow furrows.
"I do hope that wasn't simply a fluke," she admits, placing her index finger upon her bottom lip ponderously.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368 
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Feb 27, 2016 12:39:24 GMT -8
Again, the barest hint of surprise crosses Renaux face. He hadn't expected to be cut off, still impressive that Gwen hit center target on a first attempt. He lets out a little laugh, she was full of surprises. He grabs another arrow, twirling the shaft between his fingers. He thinks for a minute then extends the arrow, fletched end first.
"There is an easy way to see if it was luck. Again."
As he waits for Gwen to take the arrow, he gazes around at the other party goers. They were staring not unusual, but it does drive home how this must look. Here he was at a ball, a ball that was supposed to be about finding a new queen, and he was talking to a pretty girl. Not just talking, smiling, laughing, and he had even touched her. Renaux suddenly felt very uncomfortable, he didn't feel like the warrior king, now he felt like Renaux. His smile fades, he averts his eyes from Gwen. This was awkward, he felt terribly awkward now.
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Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================================
Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Feb 27, 2016 14:28:32 GMT -8
Gwen fires the second arrow without hesitation. A good hit, but nowhere near as accurate as her first, instead hitting within the third ring a little up and to the right. Still, the fact that she hit is enough to put a big smile on her face. A smile that fades a bit when he looks over to Renaux and sees how his gaze has been averted.
"What's wrong?" she asks, "Am I doing it wrong?"
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Feb 27, 2016 15:01:16 GMT -8
enaux coughs into his hand. Dammit, why did the mere idea of speaking to Gwen bother him no. He knew the answer of course, this was social. Put him in front of a regiment, or his subjects and it was easy to be what they needed. He was good at the things he practiced, fighting, tactics, in recent years politics, and public speaking, pretending to be a king. He had never had time, or more accurately the inclination to practice social skills. His only friend was Antain, and that was because the large man had forced it upon him. Same reason he had started to get along with Arianne really. He coughs again.
"No Lady Barclay, you are doing just fine. Very impressive for a beginner, you have a natural gift."
He manages to master himself, slipping into the persona of the king again. A slight wry smile, a mindset of being above it all. That is what he needed right now.
"From here it is just practice. Though perhaps you may want to enjoy the rest, of the party. You can always practice with the bow, a ball only happens occasionally."
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Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================================
Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Feb 27, 2016 15:05:41 GMT -8
Gwen lowers the bow and places her index finger upon her full lower lip again. It's true, a royal ball is not something she'd be very likely to be invited to again. Well, actually, she wasn't invited this time, either, but that's not the important part. She thinks for a moment. What did the people at royal balls do, anyway?
Dancing! Of course, dancing! Being a commoner, Gwen knows little about how nobles dance, but she remembers back to a book she passed over once that had a picture of two nobles in each others' arms, apparently spinning. It seemed very romantic. Oh, to be held by a king like that! So, she beams up at him and says, her cheeks ringed slightly pink at the thought, "Would you like to dance?"
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Feb 27, 2016 17:22:33 GMT -8
This woman was very good, at putting Renaux off balance. He had just managed to regain, some semblance of composure, and it was shattered with five words. He actually takes a single step back, before recovering. Well this was certainly... something. Another cough, while he thought this through. On the one hand, he had no desire to dance. Capability yes, he had been forced to learn this past week. Desire, absolutely not he had found little enjoyment in dance, largely because of the implications. Still his Gaspar would give him no end of grief, if he didn't dance at least once. Besides he liked Gwen, she was either the most genuine person here, or the most devious. Either way she was worthy of respect. Schooling his emotions and face back to control, he offer her a hand his palm facing up.
"I would be delighted, Lady Barclay."
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Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================================
Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Feb 27, 2016 17:31:25 GMT -8
Gwen's eyes turn into those big saucers again. She doesn't know what she was expecting, but somehow she thought it would be some form of 'no'. Her mouth slowly widens into a huge, happy smile and she bounces up and down excitedly.
"Oh wow. Oh wow! Dancing with King Renaux! Oh...oh my...I think I might faint!" says Gwen, almost swooning.
Still, she won't let herself miss this opportunity. No time to waste fainting! She steadies herself and tentatively puts her soft hand in Renaux's, suddenly very self conscious for perhaps the first time in her life.
"Uhm...just to let you know...I've never actually danced before. Can you teach me that, too? I promise I'll repay it somehow!" she exclaims. Pippin has flown off to who knows where, so for just that moment, it feels like it's just the two of them. The rest of the guests give them envious glares, but Gwen may as well be locked in a steel box alone with the king for all the mind she pays them.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Feb 27, 2016 18:47:02 GMT -8
"Given how quickly you picked up archery Lady Barclay, I am sure dancing will prove no challenge."
King Renaux escorts Gwen, back into the hall. The crowd parts like reeds in the wind, before the two. With gathering confidence the king, strides boldly onto the dance floor. Despite his distaste for it, he had practiced dancing, and for the king practice bred confidence. With a twist of his wrist, he twirls Gwen around to face him. He even manages a smile for the girl, a generous soul might even call it a charming one. He twines the fingers of his right hand through hers, placing his left on the back of her shoulder.
"If you would be so kind as to rest your left hand, on my shoulder Gwen."
The king doesn't notice his switch back to informality. Once Gwen does as asked, he begins a simple box step counting time aloud.
"One, two, three, one, two, three.
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Feb 27, 2016 18:55:56 GMT -8
Lord Alecos Sorrowsong very quickly realised he was late.
Looking around the hall, he couldn't curse the damned border security guards more for their incompetence. To think they would try to deny his papers. So what if he technically didn't rule a country any more. That didn't mean anything! He was still a damn sight more important than half the nobles in this palace.
@ihramkrigsbroder had insisted they come to this party, or else Alecos certainly wouldn't have come. Apparently, it would be 'good for networking'. Still, he had consented, as often was the way when Ihram was trying to convince him of something.
He grabbed a glass off the tray of one of the serveurs heading around the hall, sipping out of it on his way to taking a seat at the side of the Hall. He looked around the hall, seeing if he could see anyone he recognised, from Ozmodias or elsewhere.
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Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================================
Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Feb 27, 2016 19:12:22 GMT -8
Gwen squeaks as she's spun around, giving a girlish little giggle as she ends up pressed up against the king. Wow. The king. This is surely a dream of epic proportions!
Gwen is suddenly aware that the crowd has made a circle about the king and herself, leaving a large clearing in the center of the ballroom. It's like a dream come true! She beams happily up at Renaux and nods rapidly, placing her hand upon his shoulder.
"As you wish, Rena--oh! I mean...my king! Yes, that," Gwen corrects herself quickly, clearing her throat. She's still supposed to be a noble lady, after all.
Then, they're dancing, and Gwen focuses intently upon not stepping on Renaux's feet. As he counts for her, she too mouths out the numbers, and soon, she's waltzing just like a noble debutante, though still clearly an inexperienced one. She giggles and smiles even brighter up at Renaux. Her cheeks are a bit flushed, but she's clearly having a good time, much to the chagrin of many of the other noble ladies around them, who murmur between themselves about how informally she's acting, and how her hair is cascading down her back instead of done up like a decent lady, and how that dress is so scandalously low-cut as to make her look a tart. Their jealousy is palpable. This noble of such an unknown house as "Barclay", clearly not even a Gauldinian name, got the first dance with the king! What an affront to their ego.
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Raulio Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 68
Age: 28
Clothes and Equipment: A white jacket and pants, a tool kit, a lyre, a notebook and pencil, and a pouch of coffee and green tea candy
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 19:52:13 GMT -8
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Post by Raulio Fletcher on Feb 27, 2016 19:19:58 GMT -8
Of course, being a naturally gifted artiste in all fields, Raulio is a competent dancer. He whisks Megan off her feet and begins to guide her through a simple waltz. "Don't worry my dear, if you must dance with two left feet, then I will dance with two right feet!" Of course when he actually sees how terrible Megan Zachurr is... it gives him pause... ... But only for a moment! Raulio grins. "I have a proposal. We shall dance at half the speed of the music. And I will guide you. It is quite simple once you get the hang of it. You see, you are essentially drawing a box with your feet." He points at their shoes below. "One foot leads the first side of the box." He gestures her to follow his feet. "Another moves to the corner. Then the pattern repeats with the opposite feet to make the bottom half of the box. It's three movements, so you just go one two three, one two three, one two three!" Raulio can't help smile at how cute Megan is as she gets the hang of it. |
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Registered: May 15, 2024 23:26:03 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2016 19:22:53 GMT -8
Ihram smiled his way through doors, made greeting to aristocrats and socialites, and enjoyed himself immensely at the expense of Lord Sorrowsong. However, he could tell when his friend was upset, and stopped himself to let the half-elf get a drink. The sour face had appeared too many times to not be recognized. The man needed a talk. He followed suit and took a glass, then smoothly spun to a position just before Alecos, who had miserably taken a seat far away from people. He was quite the spoilsport.
"Now, Alecos, see about us the greatest array of wealth on the Overworld!" The lord gestured about him with grandeur, only accented by the music around them. "No greater place is there to establish connections, meet classy women, and win the influence of kings. You really mustn't be so reluctant to get out. It's a new world! We have a chance to get somewhere."
Ihram realized then something important, of practical use. "Of course, the only path to ascension is by connection."
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Megan Zachurr
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Roleplay posts: 131
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Feb 27, 2016 19:26:53 GMT -8
Megan can't help but smile as she's taught by Raulio, before long she starts getting the hang of it. "Thank you, Raulio. I think we can speed up, I've got the motions down."
Megan was a quick study, so it was no time before she could become comfortable enough to keep up. They'd dance for a while, until the music changes to which maybe a different dance was appropriate.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Feb 27, 2016 19:27:50 GMT -8
Things had gone from great, to okay, to absolutely horrible, very, very quickly. Some fat old man had apparently taken a shine to poor Eleniel, and had been pursuing her relentlessly around the hall and courtyard area. Having managed to lose him outside, she fled back inside and took a random seat, instinctively leaning close to the person beside her and trying to hide behind them.
It was only as she was doing so that she realized it was a finely-dressed man with a glass of some drink in his hand, and she blinked, raising her gaze quickly to his stoic (if admittedly handsome) face. Offering up a bright smile, the blonde Elf spoke quietly. "Forgive me for imposing upon you, sir, but might I pretend to be at this function with you? There's a rather.. persistent gentleman trying to garner my affections, and I quite frankly want nothing to do with him."
Her grey eyes widened as she saw the fat, bald old fool blustering in her direction, his face red and sweaty. His attempts to catch it all with a handkerchief were failing abominably, and when he saw her, he grinned a gap-toothed smile and hurried her way. Panicking, Len turned a pleading expression upon the man. How could anyone resist that cute face of hers? She wasn't asking much, really.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Feb 27, 2016 19:48:51 GMT -8
"If I call you Gwen, it seems only fair you call me Renaux."
These words slip out carelessly. Renaux was never a stickler for protocol, and the implications of what he just said don't occur in the moment. The king guides Gwen effortlessly across the dance floor. He was correct, she picked up the dance easily. Deciding to test her skill, he murmurs to her twirl guiding her away from his body, arching their arms above her head. She should be able to spin in an easy circle, before coming back round to him.
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Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
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Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Feb 27, 2016 19:59:16 GMT -8
Gwen's eyes widen as she's suddenly spinning, and she nearly trips and hurts herself before she faces Renaux again, though she manages to hold on to her faculties long enough to stumble back into his arms. She lets out another adorable giggle, her hair a bit disheveled but perhaps even more gorgeous for it.
Gwen isn't one for custom either, and so she nods happily. "Renaux it is, then, Renaux!" she says. She cannot believe she's already on a first-name basis with a king by Gods if this is a dream she might just kill herself when she wakes up. What a glorious sequence of events it is. And she's rapidly getting better at dancing, too. It seems she's an almost prodigious learner. A benefit of her amazing memory, perhaps?
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Feb 27, 2016 20:28:22 GMT -8
Alecos was about to answer Ihram before the pretty young girl next to him leaned over and started speaking. After hearing out her request, he did something most unusual for him. He accepted.
He wasn't sure quite what made him do that; whether it was her seemingly irrepressable happy nature, her sunny and bright disposition, her plight, or simply the fact she would be one of the first elves he'd seen since he first arrived to this land. Nonetheless, in a slightly less harsh voice then usual, he said, "Of course," before offering his arm to her.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 15, 2024 23:26:03 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2016 20:32:40 GMT -8
Ihram smiled. It had happened swifter than he could have hoped. He left them to themselves.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Feb 27, 2016 20:48:04 GMT -8
Honestly, Len was purely shocked that the man had accepted. He seemed rather the type to tell her to sod off and leave him alone. But her surprise faded rapidly, being replaced instead by a sunny smile that completely lit up her delicate features. "Thank you so much!" Her whispered thanks came just in time, as the sweaty man, now huffing and puffing, waddled up to them. Seeing his offered arm, Len curled her hand around the extended appendage and beamed up at him adoringly.
"I'm so glad you finally made it! I was beginning to think you wouldn't come at all." There was a teasingly petulant tone to her voice as she gazed up into the face of Alecos, her eyes sparkling mirthfully. She could be quite the actress, when she wanted to. Pretending to just now see the pouting lord, she blinked at him, and leaned into the man beside her. "Hello, Lord Noirtier, can we help you?" The subtle emphasis on 'we' was enough to make the man bluster angrily about having somewhere else to be, then turn and storm off in search of another sweet young thing to torment.
Her shoulders slumped in relief once the man was out of sight, and then Eleniel breathed a soft laugh, before smiling up at Alecos once more. "You really saved me! I thought for sure I was going to be trying to keep his grabby hands off of me all night." Tilting her head, she peered curiously at his features. "I'm Eleniel Windsong. Who do I have the pleasure of calling my hero?" There was that teasing tone again, but she was also clearly being completely serious. He really had saved her, in her opinion.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Feb 27, 2016 21:14:16 GMT -8
Gwen was certainly something. The twirl had caught her off guard, yet she still managed. Renaux couldn't help but be impressed, and with her long dark hair cascading around her shoulder, she was certainly an enchanting sight. That thought cause the king to stumble, just for a moment. Unfortunately in that moment, his legs got tangled in Gwen's. He almost trips to the ground, just barely catching himself. He also dragged Gwen along with him, his strength dragging her along.
"Shit! Are you all right?"
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