Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361 
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on May 1, 2016 14:04:03 GMT -8
Hearing those words made Reuna's eyes fill with tears of happiness, and as her hand remained in his, her other upon his shoulder, and they turned in slow circles, she smiled at him. Her hand raised from his shoulder, fingertips caressing his cheek as she murmured her reply. "And I love you, Edward Laurént, my husband." Turning her head just slightly as her hand curled over the back of his neck, she kissed him softly and sweetly, the tender embrace of lips filled with all her love.
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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 May 1, 2016 14:07:06 GMT -8
Len had just finished her food when she saw the new husband and wife stand and move toward the dance floor. Oh, this must be their song! Now she understood them saying 'The Book of Love' was their theme. Watching the couple dance for the first time as newlyweds, Len propped her elbow on the table and dropped her chin into her upraised palm with a dreamy sigh; the other hand remained holding that of Alecos, which was given a gentle squeeze. She absolutely adored weddings! She would have to ask the bride later about her love story. Their vows said it was one full of heartache, adventure, redemption, and healing. Len was a sucker for those kinds of things. After a moment, she straightened and leaned toward Alecos, gently kissing his cheek before laying her head on his shoulder. Weddings made her all sappy, and she was glad she was at this one with someone of her own to love.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on May 1, 2016 20:12:06 GMT -8
As they were finishing up their meals, suddenly became nervous. "Um, Vaelar, do you... wanna dance?" Jun was only moderately better at dancing than she was at singing. And she sounded like a dying cat when singing. But as she nervously played with her frills, she felt like it was the right thing to do at a ceremony like this, and that Vaelar Black would ask her eventually anyways. She just wanted to get it over with. |
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426 
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Registered: Jan 27, 2016 14:17:35 GMT -8
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on May 2, 2016 21:20:04 GMT -8
Edward returns the kiss with every ounce of love he has within in him. Normally this wouldn't be an issue, he had however forgotten they were supposed to be dancing. The were stopped in the middle of the dance floor and he didn't remember what they were doing till the song ended. He broke the kiss and grinned at her sheepishly.
"You need to stop being so irresistible. It is impacting my dancing."
With a laugh Edward pulls her over to the cake. It was time for them to cut it. Taking the knife in hand he waits for her to wrap hers around it as well and they cut off the first slice. This would be shared by the newly weds as was traditional. Edward also cut out a reasonable sized portion for Gavin. He knew if he let the boy do so, he'd try and get a slice as large as his head. As was the Gauldish tradition he feeds Reu a piece of cake as she feeds him one. It is absolutely scrumptious and Edward grins in satisfaction, searching out Ms. Windsong and giving her a thumbs up.
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on May 2, 2016 21:37:22 GMT -8
When the kiss broke, and she realized they had stopped dancing, Reuna gave Edward an amused look.. which then became a wicked one when he spoke, and she murmured her reply. "As long as it doesn't impact other things, I can live with that." There was a teasing heat to her words, that was soon lost into a laugh as she was tugged over to the cake. Curling her fingers around the knife's handle with his, she helped him cut the first couple of slices - the second one being handed off to Gavin with two forks, for him and his little girlfriend to share - before she participated in this interesting tradition Edward had shared with her. She laughed as icing smeared across her lips, and playfully licked her new husband's fingertips before they could withdraw, then glanced toward Eleniel and nodded in approval. Delicious!
Then with husband and cake in tow, they retreated to their table, where she leaned close and murmured huskily in his ear. "The moment we finish this piece of cake, I'm going to throw the bouquet, and then we're leaving. Do whatever you need to prepare for that. I'm tired of waiting for you, husband." That last word was purred sensually before she gave him a sultry smirk.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Registered: Jan 27, 2016 14:17:35 GMT -8
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on May 2, 2016 21:53:59 GMT -8
Edward had paid for the the Chateau for the whole night. The party would continue even after he and Reu took off. They would have to make a stop at the palace to drop off Gavin. He had arranged for the boy to spend two weeks squiring for the royal guard. It would be half fun and games half real work for the boy. Over all he was sure his soon would enjoy it. Reu's words spurred him to demolish the piece of cake quickly. Once it was done and Gavin finished his he scooped the boy up. He took a moment to talk to his playmates parents and arrange a play date at a different time. Once this was all done he slides up next to his wife.
"Ready when you are wife. I am just as tired of waiting."
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on May 2, 2016 22:11:15 GMT -8
The alacrity with which Edward consumed that cake amused Reuna to no end, and she laughed softly even as she assisted him, albeit with much more grace and less speed. Once the cake was gone and he moved to handle Gavin's relocation, Reuna stood and gathered her bouquet from the table, then moved around the dais to stand on the far side of the table. Many of the women were familiar with this tradition, and scrambled to the dance floor, angling to catch the bouquet. Reu turned her back on them and tossed the collection of flowers over her head, right into the thick of the gaggle of marriage-hungry women.
When she turned around, it was to the amusing sight of a woman at the very back - a very blonde and surprised-looking Elven baker - standing and staring at the bouquet in her hands with a shell-shocked expression. "Congratulations, Miss Windsong! It appears as though you are next!" Edward came to her at that point, and she slid her arm around his waist, then grinned at the party-goers and waved a farewell to them. "Feel free to remain for the rest of the evening, and if you drink too much to make it home safely, there are rooms upstairs for you all to sleep it off. Many happy returns, and thank you for coming!"
With that, the pair would disappear, thanks to Edward's magic, off to enjoy their honeymoon in beautiful Carmela.
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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 May 2, 2016 22:17:12 GMT -8
When the couple's dancing was over, Len raised her head from her lover's shoulder and watched them approach the cake. "Ah, I simply have to have some! Be right back, my love, I'll get us both a piece." She stood and scurried over to the table, retrieving a slice of cake and two forks for herself and Alecos. Back at the table, she shared it with him, pleased by his complimenting of the confection, and giggling as she swiped a bit of frosting from the corner of his mouth. However, when she saw the bride moving up with the bouquet... She chuckled.
"This is one tradition I never miss. Back in a tick - I never catch the damn thing anyway." Her teasing words were followed by Len rising again and moving out onto the dance floor. She hovered near the back of the crowd of tittering women, and watched as the bouquet was tossed.. soared right over the group.. and smacked her square in the face. Sputtering, she instinctively reached up to catch the bouquet as it fell from her face, and she stared at it. Then she looked up at Reuna when the bride spoke, her cheeks aflame, and hunched her shoulders. Hurrying back to the table with the bouquet clutched anxiously against her chest, she sank back down next to Alecos, giving him a sheepish look. "..Well. I don't buy into that superstition. They are quite lovely flowers, though." She was next to get married, just due to catching some flowers. What a joke! ..Wasn't it?
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Vaelar Black
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 35
Physical Description: Vaelar is a massively tall man, standing at a height of six and a quarter feet and possessing a powerful build. He has flowing, well-kept hair of snow white, reaching down past his shoulders, and eyes of a deep violet. He has a youthful face and a strong, well-cut jawline, usually covered with a dusting of stubble. Overall, his appearance is much more youthful than his actual age, and his energy and charisma has not dissipated over the years of his being a sellsword.
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Outside of battle, Vaelar wears simple and comfortable, yet elegant clothing. His indigo tunic is made of cave spider silk, breathable and flowing, and purposefully baggy so as to show off a hint of his muscular build. He usually wears a set of dark brown leather trousers to go along with it, completing the ensemble with a pair of well-built leather boots.
In battle he wears a set of heavy full plate, the metal of which has been stained black with red trim, an imposing depiction of a red dragon painted across the chest. Normally he wears no helmet, preferring as wide a range of view as possible. As for weaponry, he normally wields a well-made bastard sword handed down his bloodline named "Nightrend", paired with a steel kite shield, although the shield can be abandoned and the bastard sword wielded with two hands. On his belt he generally carries a complement of several different throwable substances, from gaseous potions to napatha to a vial of an unknown, viscous substance which traps his enemy in a thick, sticky black slime, simultaneously slowing their actions and compromising armour strength with its acidity.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 7:53:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vaelar Black on May 20, 2016 9:33:47 GMT -8
"I must admit to being a rather poor dancer," Vaelar lies, sensing the nervousness in Jun's voice, standing up and extending his arm to her, "but if you insist on watching me make a fool of myself, I suppose I must concede!"
He grins reassuringly down at her and grasps her hand, pulling her onto the dance floor and pulling her close to him. He begins to sway with her to the pace of the music, holding her close to him. He purposefully stumbles over his feet a few times in order to make Jun comfortable with her own imperfections, smiling sheepishly down at her as he accidentally steps on her big toe once or twice.
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