Rodrik Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Registered: Nov 15, 2015 14:34:09 GMT -8
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Post by Rodrik Fletcher on Nov 15, 2015 15:43:10 GMT -8
Family Member #24: Rodrik FletcherGrandson of Rowena Fletcher "Rodrik Fletcher? Aye... it's been a very long time since I've heard that name. And to hear it again sends a chill down me spine. Go ahead and make amends. Pray someone up above watches over ye. Lock ye doors, be in before sundown, never travel alone... for if ol' Ruthless Fletcher is out of prison, then he's out for blood."Rodrik Fletcher. If there ever was a 'stain' upon the Fletcher family, then it was locked away with Rodrik. A direct grandson of Rowena herself, Rodrik grew up on the family's estates, where he enjoyed a relatively normal childhood. He had his siblings and cousins - the Fletchers at his side as well as his friends. But perhaps the most important person of the time was Joanna, whom he loved dearly. Joanna was not exactly a 'love interest' as one would expect from this story. Rather, she was a young girl from a foreign country who had ridden caravans until she came to the estates. There, eight -year-old Joanna was 'adopted' by sixteen year old Rodrik. The two developed a close relationship over the next four years, with Rodrik acting more as a father figure to her, and Joanna acting as a daughter-figure to him. Joanna was a good, kind girl, who was well-liked by all in the Fletcher family. But at the age of twenty, Rodrik - and the entire Fletcher family - experienced a horrific event. Joanna was twelve at the time, still young. She was kidnapped by a band of bandits. The bandits were beaten back by the Fletchers, but they managed to take young Joanna. Acting out of haste, Rodrik Fletcher quickly pursued them, even though his cousins knew it was a bad idea. Rodrik finally found the perpetrators and tried to fight them, only to fail and become injured (he received a large scar across his face). Joanna was brutally murdered, and her killers laughed at Rodrik and fled. What began next was... not a very fun moment in Fletcher history. Rodrik, having gained powerful, new abilities, hunted down and brutally slaughtered Joanna's killers. He often visited his family, for he loved them very much and wanted to make sure no harm would come of them. Eventually, only three of Joanna's killers remained, and that's where things go uglier. Fueled by the desire to keep his dark powers, Rodrik began killing anyone he ran across. Bandits, raiders, even guards and innocent bystanders. No one was safe, except for the Fletchers and their friends. No one could stand in Rodrik's way. Eventually, he was tricked, ambushed, and captured, before being locked up in a highly fortified prison, resistant to magical powers. There he remained for almost two decades (he is thirty-seven now). But now... Rodrik is free.
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Rowtag "Rashidi" Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 28
Physical Description: 6'6, 216 lbs, very dark skin, white hair
Clothes and Equipment: Black armor, medium sized black shield, a long whip, several throwing stars, and a rapier.
Several flasks of drugs and medicines.
A bag of candied dates
Registered: Nov 15, 2015 22:43:39 GMT -8
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Post by Rowtag "Rashidi" Fletcher on Nov 15, 2015 23:46:12 GMT -8
Family member #25: Rowtag "Rashidi" Fletcher
A rather strange member of the Fletcher family, Rowtag was born as the result of one of the other Fletchers having an affair with a "foreigner". As such, he has very dark skin, although he retains his white hair. Now he's returned from a land somewhere in the distant south to see his so-called "beloved brethren".
Rowtag has no magical powers. He doesn't need them. He considers himself the ultimate melee combatant and has already defeated several mages to prove himself. His armor is resistant to magical attacks, though not completely immune. He uses various short and long range weapons.
He does rely on drugs and stimulants to augment his healing, reflexes, strength, and pain tolerance.
He talks very little.
One more thing. He carries a bag of candied dates that he uses to treat any children he encounters. It pleases him greatly to do so. He has no idea why.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Apr 26, 2024 17:43:37 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2015 16:04:54 GMT -8
Roland Fletcher
Ex-Knight.
No relation to the Fletcher Family and is sick of being mistaken for one of them.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2015 8:12:05 GMT -8
Family Member #26..? #27...?: Rafaela THE FETCHER FLETCHER Fletcher
Rafaela is very good at being exactly where she's not supposed to be. Born with a rebellious heart, she was the constant source of frustration, exasperation, and worry for her family as she pulled each and every trick from the book. She was wild, she was careless, and the Fletcher and Village children could always count on Rafaela to do every dare they dared her.
It's a miracle that Rafaela survived to adulthood, and Rafaela believes that she is that miracle. She believes that Lady Luck is on her side, and given her rake-hell, cavalier, devil-may-care attitude, she's fashioned a tidy business for herself with tomb raiding, dungeon diving, treasure hunting, and for the right price, fetching.
What is Fetching? It's when someone with no balls and lots of cash hires someone with balls and either no cash or no cares to go and reclaim an item, either from a person or a place. Sometimes, it can be as simple as going back to a family's homestead and returning a precious family heirloom that they had to leave behind in the wake of a war. Other times, it's a noble wanting to be spiteful for another and wants something stolen directly out of a person's home or business. And even more, it's someone else that wants something powerful but held in a dangerous place -- like say, a rumored dragon's lair or a mummy's tomb.
Something should be said about Rafaela's uncanny luck, however. Not only is she as nimble and sly as a cat, but she is just unnaturally lucky. For those that are magically sensitive, they'd be able to sense something about Rafaela that ran deeper than just a magical item; it seemed to be in her blood.
Which, of course, would make sense. Rafaela was left on Rowena Fletcher's doorstep without a note. Not even a necklace. Not even a music box for which Rafaela might unravel the mystery of her parentage! From a very young age, Rafaela seemed to have an uncanny danger sense about her, as well as perfect equilibrium and balance. Her brain seemed to have full knowledge and capacity of how her own physics would work, allowing her to attempt feats that people would balk at. In short, Rafaela learned not to trust her eyes, which could cause fear, and instead listen to her natural instincts.
Like most Fletchers, she enjoys her family. And most Fletcher's know that if given the chance, Rafaela will steal something from their home to hawk. Even though they are aware that not even Family is immune from the small, trifling, petty crimes that Rafaela is prone to, they know that if any of the Fletchers were truly in trouble, the Fetcher Fletcher would come to their aide.
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Malcolm Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: Old
Physical Description: Malcolm Fletcher is an aging human. Father of Reynad, Robert and Ruby Fletcher, Malcolm was an admiral in the Medanese Navy, before retiring to live a relaxed life with his children and wife. Tall and strong, Malcolm remains skilled with his blade, even into his old age.
Player's online availability : Several times a day
Registered: Dec 4, 2015 14:48:19 GMT -8
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Post by Malcolm Fletcher on Dec 7, 2015 19:20:48 GMT -8
Family Member #28
Malcolm Fletcher
Malcolm Fletcher is the father of Robert, Reynad and Ruby, and the husband of Remy Fletcher. An ex-admiral of the Medanese Navy, Malcolm met his Fletcher wife through a series of chance encounters. Since their first chance meeting on the open ocean, him captaining his navy vessel, and her her merchant's ship, he harboured a secret love for her, somewhere in his heart. They parted, and did not meet again until after Malcolm had been made Admiral, when Remy was brought into port, accused of smuggling contraband. Realising who she was, Malcolm granted her pardon, and then began to court her.
After Remy gave birth to their first child, Reynad, Malcolm retired from the Navy, and they purchased a clifftop house that overlooked the main Medanese port. Before long, their second and third children, Robert and Ruby, arrived on the scene. Happy, the family lived there, looking out onto the sparkling ocean.
One by one, the children left the house until it was only Malcolm and Remy left. Remy, of course, still looked the same as the day Malcolm met her, whereas Malcolm had gotten older, wearier, but happier. They were happy, until Remy disappeared.
Malcolm was out on a fishing trip with some of his close friends, celebrating his birthday, and when he returned home, Remy was gone. Distraught, agonised, Malcolm grabbed some things and began his search, leaving the home to grow into disrepair.
That is how Malcolm ended up where he is today - in Bayonné, searching for any trace of his lost wife.
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Riku Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Physical Description: Standing at 5'10", Riku is taller than the average Katashiman. Of course there is nothing average about Riku - he's a Fletcher after all, or so his mother told him. He never knew his father, but he has the distinct heritage of a Fletcher: remarkable white hair, a pale complexion and foreign looks mingled with his Katashiman roots.
Registered: Dec 24, 2015 9:53:21 GMT -8
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Post by Riku Fletcher on Dec 24, 2015 10:47:05 GMT -8
Family Member #29
Riku Fletcher
The bastard son of a nobleman's daughter and "Roarin'" Redder Fletcher whom she came to love after a whirlwind romance, Riku was born and raised in Katashima but never knew his father. So, he was raised with his disgraced mother in the land of the western sun. He was a black sheep in his homeland - his unusual Fletcher bloodline made him stand out in a land entrenched in a hatred for the foreign. His youth was a constant struggle but he was fortunate to be taken on by a wave-men as an a student to learn the ways of the sword. His blood was muddied and he was not a true samurai, but he was taught their warrior ways. While his mother found work as a simple handmaiden to a noble house, Riku struck out on his own to find his own path after his master taught him everything that he knew. So, he wanders Katashima for a purpose and one day understanding of who he is.
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
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As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Dec 29, 2015 10:58:19 GMT -8
((Just a check-in, Rosita and Rigby names are stolen for TGS, just fyi))
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2016 14:13:58 GMT -8
And then, at #30 of the family, is the sheer muscle of the Fletcher Family. Rictofen Fletcher, the second-to youngest son of Roaring Fletcher's bastard children, is the essence of animalism. Peronality: Rictofen is a Nord at heart, giving him a strong set of moral beliefs. He is for all well-being of life, and holds family and friends quite close. However, that doesn't mean as a young lad he's quite flirtatious, picking up from one of the better-known orcs in his village. Though his many attempts to woe any woman have failed, he still goes on, giving as much effort into each attempt as the last. Background: Born as a bastard child, his mother was the one who raised him in the village. His optimism came straight from the mindset of his mother, always looking on the brighter side of things. During his childhood he'd done nothing more than wrestle with the wandering Mongthol and hear all the tales of the Orcs, wondering how powerful and amazing his own father must've been.
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Ryselle Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Age: 20
Physical Description: Coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'3", Ryselle looks like she weighs less than the average puppy when soaking wet. She is stronger than she looks, which is saying something. She has a fine-boned build, and the white hair (hers being hip-length) and pale skin which her family is known for, but her eyes are a startling shade of lavender-blue commonly known as "periwinkle." She is usually completely expressionless, which often disturbs most people.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ryselle always wears a white dress, and tends to go barefoot. She often carries birdseed, nuts, and pieces of dried fruit, fish, and beef in the many pockets of her dress, to offer to her animal friends. As with every member of her family, Ryselle (for some reason) carries candy in a pocket, usually the black licorice of which she is most fond.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 2, 2016 0:22:25 GMT -8
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Post by Ryselle Fletcher on Feb 2, 2016 11:09:55 GMT -8
Family Member #31
Ryselle Fletcher
Yet another example of Roarin's womanizing ways, Ryselle Fletcher's mother is an unknown; the baby girl was found left on the steps of the family's country estate, wrapped in a shabby blanket with a very simple note attached: She's Roarin's. Her name's Ryselle. As such, Ryselle was raised among her cousins and other family members under Granny's loving care. But somehow she turned out to be a real weirdo. She doesn't much like people, oh no - she prefers animals. In that she can actually communicate with them, and control them to a small degree. Apparently their company is more appealing than that of humans. The nineteen-year-old spends most of her time out in the wilderness with her furry friends, but has taken to wandering to different lands of late. Some of the family theorizes she's going looking for her father, although to what end - or whether or not that's even true - is anyone's guess.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Apr 26, 2024 17:43:37 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2016 22:51:34 GMT -8
Family member #32: Rithatuheivniveirgi Fletcher
He is distinctly heavier-set than other Fletchers. This strange offshoot is so stocky that he is nearly as wide as he is tall. He hails from the far north and claims a warrior's life.
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Romelia Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 19
Physical Description: Romelia sports the Fletcher family's signature white hair and pale skin. She has sharp, pointy teeth behind her plump and pretty lips, and has a rather slim and petite figure. She stands about 5'3".
Clothes and Equipment: Having always been a particularly vain young lady, Romelia wears only the finest pirate clothes with an absurdly extravagant hat. She carries a long cutlass with an intricately engraved hand guard.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 21:24:01 GMT -8
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Post by Romelia Fletcher on Mar 21, 2016 22:14:55 GMT -8
Family member #33: Romelia Fletcher
Romelia is yet another one of Roarin's many illegitimate children. This time, Roarin somehow managed to seduce a mermaid, and thus Romelia was born. She's a very odd hybrid indeed. While she lacks a mermaid's tail, she retains the pointed teeth and the ability to breath underwater, as well as some scrap of siren's song. She was abandoned at a young age by her mother, and has held a bitter hatred for mermaids ever since.
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Ranith & Ryzith Fletcher
Committed
Dragon twin powers, activate!
Roleplay posts: 68
Age: 26
Physical Description: Fraternal twins Ranith (female) and Ryzith (male) are half-dragons, with white hair, Ranith's being hip-length, Ryzith's short-cut. Ranith's eyes are silver, Ryzith's are gold. They both have light-colored skin, and silvery dragon horns protruding from their heads - although Ranith has a set of two, whereas Ryzith only has the one set. They have two different forms, a more normal humanoid one with only horns visible, and one with scales, wings, and tails. Their scales and wings are of varying colors, while Ranith's scales appear similar to diamonds, Ryzith's are like silver crystals. They are both tall, Ranith an even 6' with her brother being 6'7", but where Ranith is curvaceous and lovely, Ryzith is slim and muscular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Ranith wears a revealing, short, sleeveless white dress, with a grey sleeved coat worn over it and a pair of grey leggings beneath. Ryzith often wears a pair of grey breeches and a grey high-collared coat on top, with no shirt. Both of them despise shoes and refuse to wear them. Ryzith has a large sword made of crystal that he carries with him at all times, worn at his left hip.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 24, 2016 21:31:39 GMT -8
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Post by Ranith & Ryzith Fletcher on Mar 24, 2016 23:04:22 GMT -8
Family members #34 & #35
Ranith and Ryzith Fletcher
Adding to the ridiculously long list of Roarin's illegitimate children - and the impressive range of his sexual conquests - are Ranith and Ryzith Fletcher, who are the twin children of a crystal dragon by name of Izzressile. Ranith (female) and Ryzith (male) have little knowledge of their father, or of the family from which they are descended, knowing only their father's name.
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Reese Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 23
Physical Description: Tall, blond, dresses classy.
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 20:45:55 GMT -8
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Post by Reese Fletcher on Apr 11, 2016 22:48:55 GMT -8
Family member #36Hello fellow Fletchers. My name is Reese and I live in Travére. My family moved to Gauldin when I was young and I have lived here ever since. I have an exorbitant amount of money and like to spend it on nice and fun things. My estate is large and has plenty of room if any family cares to visit. I'm not sure how I am related.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Apr 17, 2016 13:42:45 GMT -8
A SCENE FROM ROY'S CHILDHOOD Roy sat in his room, flipping through a copy of “Bertie the Beetle”. He had recently learned how to read, and enjoyed the brightly colored pictures and hilarious antics of the beetle. As interesting as the book was, though, it wasn’t enough to distract him from the fact that this was not his room. He sighed, looking around at the cramped bedroom. Back at home, he had had his own little room. Here at the family estate, he had to share with three of his cousins. Back at home, his parents had been there. Now...they weren’t. Nobody had really told him what had happened. An alchemy accident, that’s all that Gran had said. They were gone, and he had to live at the estate. He had cried, of course, but that had been weeks ago. Now he was just very tired. Everything was so busy at the estate. So many people doing things, so many relatives. His cousin Roxanne, a few years older than him, had taken it upon herself to look after him and make sure he took his lessons. She had been very kind to him. However, Roxanne had friends and lessons of her own, so she was busy today. As he read his book, his cousin Riktor walked in through the door, carrying a length of rope.
“Roy! Do you want to go fishing?”
Roy looked up, startled. He liked his cousin Riktor, but he didn’t like fishing.
“Um...I dunno.”
Riktor grinned, adjusting his hat. It was a floppy and wide-brimmed model, covered in fishing flies.
“Come on, it’ll be fun! We can go down to the lake and see what’s biting! I’ve even got a little boat for you and everything!”
Roy hesitated for a moment, then noded. The two white-haired boys left the room, and headed down to the lake.
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About half an hour later, Roy sat in a little rowboat floating in the middle of a large lake. He held a fishing rod awkwardly, waiting for a bite. It was a little scary being out on the water on his own, but his cousin had assured him that it would be fine.
“The boat’s too small,” he had said. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this rope tied to it. If there’s any trouble, I’ll haul you in!”
Thus, Roy sat alone in the middle of the lake with only a bucket of bait for company. Eventually, he heard his cousin’s shouting.
“Pour the bucket into the lake!”
Roy was confused. Why would he do such a thing? He looked over at his cousin, who was sitting on a horse. The rope, Roy noticed, was tied to the horse’s saddle.
“Why would I do that, Riktor? Don’t I need the bait?”
“Just do it! The fish will come up closer to the boat to investigate and notice the bait on your hook!”
Deciding that the logic was sound, Roy poured the bucket over the side. The fishy chum splashed into the water, turning it a faint reddish color.
“There you go!”
On the shore, Riktor checked to see that the rope was tied securely to the horse.
“Alright, hold on!”
Roy wondered, briefly, what Riktor could possibly mean by that. Beneath him, the boat quivered.
“Huh? What’s going-”
HIs question was answered quickly when a massive serpent burst out of the water, directly underneath his little boat. Its jaws snapped shut around him, and he was swallowed whole.
“Waaaa! Help me!”
Roy slid around inside the creature’s mouth. It was surprisingly cold, and stank of rotten fish and mud. As the boat vanished down the dark tunnel of the serpent’s esophagus, he decided to grab onto the creature’s tongue to avoid being swallowed. Clinging to the slippery surface as best he could, he vaguely heard his cousin’s voice from outside.
“Giddyup! Let’s go!”
The rope, still attached to the boat, suddenly tightened. It jammed between two of the serpent’s teeth, and held fast. Roy held on tight as the creature thrashed around, trying his hardest not to get swallowed or bitten in half. Every now and then, the monster would open its mouth, and Roy would get a glimpse of the outer world. Riktor was encouraging the horse as it pulled the lake monster in to shore, as well as readying a rather large crossbow. Slowly but surely, the horse pulled the creature (and Roy) towards the side of the lake. Roy closed his eyes and held on tight, trying not to breath in too much. Eventually, he heard a loud twang and a dull thud. The jaws opened, and Riktor stood there, up to his waist in the water.
“Come on out, Roy. That was great!”
Roy carefully climbed out as his cousin held the beast’s mouth open, blinking in the bright sunlight. Looking back at the creature, he saw that a massive crossbow bolt had been driven to the feathers right between the serpent’s eyes. Roy shivers.
“That was scary, Riktor...I could have been swallowed!”
Riktor shook his head.
“You would have been fine. These things take a long time to digest things. I would have pulled you out.”
Taking the rope, he pulled the giant monster out of the lake. It was over twenty feet long, and was as thick as a cask of wine. Together, they lifted the scaly creature onto the horse and led it back. When they returned, they found Roxy waiting for them.
“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for-ROY WHAT ARE YOU COVERED IN?”
Roy looked down at himself, just now realizing that he’s covered in lake monster goo.
“Um...a lake monster ate me. But it’s fine, Riktor caught it.”
Roxy shook her head.
“So you went to the lake and got eaten by a lake monster? Is that right?”
Riktor shook his head quickly.
“Nonono, it was just a-”
He was cut off by a swift punch to the face by Roxy.
“ROY IS NOT BAIT, RIKTOR!”
Sighing, she grabbed Roy by the hand and led him back to the estate.
“Come along, Roy. It’s bath time.”
Roy nodded. It was nice to be back, and he liked baths. Perhaps next time, he wouldn’t go fishing with Riktor.
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Ragnvald Fletcher
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 41
Physical Description: Ragnvald is a tower of a man, standing at 6'6 he often finds himself peering down at whomever he finds himself conversing with. He's broad as he is tall, putting him at roughly 240 pounds depending on how kind the road is to him. In a full set of armor he weighs closer to 280, which makes him a considerable foe. His face is rugged and squared, his brows bushy and his beard thick. He has kind grey eyes, resting below a thick brow ridge.
His features are otherwise masculine, yet not hostile. He is mostly seen in a full set of armor, a combination of chain mail and leather. His travelling gear adds a cloak and kilt of a creamy ivory color to match his hairy face. His belt and gloves are of thick leather and both look worn. In his belt he keeps a long dagger and an array of pouches. His weapon of choice is the claymore, yet he also travels with a kiteshield and a long sword.
His demeanor is calm and otherwise quite stoic, if one were to encounter this man there would be nothing but the current moment reflected in his eyes.
Registered: Apr 30, 2016 21:46:53 GMT -8
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Post by Ragnvald Fletcher on Apr 30, 2016 22:12:20 GMT -8
Family member #37 - Ragnvald Fletcher
Ragnvald is brother to Renalt and Roarin, leaving him with an array of relatives. Having left in his early teens, many Fletchers have yet had the pleasure to meet Ragnvald. He went on pilgrimage to the far east where he would not return from for another two decades. Ragnvald in the present day is a righteous templar and travels the land with purpose to help every noble soul he encounters. He walks the path of a holy man, searching for a place to make a difference.
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Sheriff Reagan Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Physical Description: Average to Above Average Height
Average build
White hair
Caucasian
Dashing
Clothes and Equipment: Zebra print Stetson hat, White jacket with leopard print upper torso and sleeves, Leopard print scarf, 5-point star badge, black trousers, Spurs on boots
Wand, Lasso
Registered: Oct 17, 2016 12:06:57 GMT -8
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Post by Sheriff Reagan Fletcher on Oct 17, 2016 14:38:02 GMT -8
Family Members 38 & 39:
Ripley "Rip" Fletcher- Older brother of Reagan Fletcher. Rip was a ranger for Aozora's military. Him and his brother helped establish a military outpost in the south that would later become a town. Rip was a brave man and a hero, he died saving his comrades, killing a large Scar Beast that would have rampaged through the settlement. In his memory, the settlement was named after him and an effigy was made in memorial to him in the center of town. The Statue accurately depicts him with his long white hair and signature hat. RIP Rip Fletcher. Reagan Fletcher- Younger brother of Rip Fletcher. Reagan was a student of magic and wields a wand, he serves as the spell-slinging Sheriff of Fletcher Prefecture, the town named after his brother. Reagan is a man of average to above-average height and average build. Handsome and white haired. He wears a zebra print stetson hat. His scarf and the upper torso of his jacket are leopard print. On his left side is a badge in the shape of a five-pointed star, his badge of authority as Sheriff. Renalt Fletcher is 2nd cousin to Rip and Reagan.
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Rei Fletcher
New
I'm spooky
Roleplay posts: 5
Registered: Mar 4, 2017 15:50:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rei Fletcher on Mar 4, 2017 16:00:15 GMT -8
Family member #40
Rei Fletcher Just your typical ghost.
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Post by Diddy Fletcher (Ricky) on Mar 5, 2017 9:15:39 GMT -8
Ricky 'Diddy' Fletcher
Just your typical Medieval Fantasy Kanye West/P Diddy love child.
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Roseanne Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 11
Registered: Jul 25, 2017 20:32:00 GMT -8
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Post by Roseanne Fletcher on Oct 22, 2017 16:49:34 GMT -8
Family member #42: Roseanne Fletcher
Roseanne is the mostly-unwanted niece of Roxanne, grand-daughter of Roarin. Currently learning to be a witch, primarily because she wants a cute familiar of her own.
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Post by The Fletcher Family on Oct 23, 2017 5:45:36 GMT -8
The Fletcher Family Staff
While technically not part of the family, this small army of butlers, cooks, maidservants, gardeners, and other staff help out the family however they can. They're completely dedicated and loyal to the family, Granny Fletcher makes sure of that. The majority work at the estate, where they're ruled under Granny's iron fist. However, some live elsewhere with other wealthy Fletchers, such as at Robert Fletcher's house.
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