Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 18, 2016 16:46:29 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Jun 25, 2016 0:11:42 GMT -8
Tristian had asked that he be notified when the Queen arrived at the city. The last thing he had expected was for him to get that notice when he was in the process of visiting some of his people who had migrated here with him, checking up to see how they were doing. Torn between his desire to see to them and his promise to himself to greet the Queen personally, he'd torn himself away from them and pulled himself up onto his horse. The golden bay stallion pranced anxiously, feeling his rider's mood, as they trotted up to the Queen on her steed. He was dressed simply, his sword at his hip and comfortably worn black leather boots, clad in fine wool, black breeches and a coat of dark blue coloration - only the gold scrollwork embroidered at the cuffs and high collar of his coat might denote him as anything more than a simple merchant.. or perhaps the pair of signet rings he wore, one with his family's gryphon head symbology in gold, the other bearing the emblem of the Black Tower engraved into onyx. His hair fluttered in the breeze and his brown eyes surveyed her thoughtfully as he neared. She was even more lovely up close than she had been that day at the funeral. It took him a moment to find his voice as he approached.
"Your Majesty?" Once he'd spoken and, hopefully, garnered her attention, he folded his right arm across his abdomen and bowed as deeply to her as he could while on horseback. He handled the horse easily with one hand, its prancing ceasing as he straightened and fixed his eyes upon her once more. He didn't smile, not really, although there was the slightest upward tilt at the corner of his lips. "I apologize for intruding upon you. I am Lord Tristian Seryl. Please, allow me the honor of welcoming you to Isra. I trust you encountered no difficulties on your journey?"
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jun 25, 2016 11:36:50 GMT -8
The queen was dressed in a black doublet with light grey trousers, a white lion pelt turned into a cloak sat upon her shoulders. Her hair, its wavy curls, danced in the slight wind. Her brilliant, luminous blue eyes settled upon the man who said "Your Majesty?" She looked upon the him as he bowed, but when she rose she was stunned. His face drew her attention fully. As he spoke her eyes traced the face, they moved over his jaw, up his cheeks and settled on his eyes. The dark pools sucking her in. She said nothing, staring at him essentially with her jaw on the floor.
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Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 18, 2016 16:46:29 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Jun 25, 2016 11:53:50 GMT -8
..Why was she staring at him? Self-consciously, he reached up and rubbed his lightly-stubbled jaw, wondering if perhaps he had something on his face, or if his scruff offended her. After a few moments of uncertainty, he gently pressed his heels into his mount's sides and urged it closer to the Queen and her own horse, although not close enough to invade her personal bubble. Letting his hand fall to rest upon the pommel of his saddle, his dark brown eyes searched her face thoughtfully. How was it possible for a woman to be so lovely? He'd seen many beautiful women in his time, but nothing came close to the quietly striking appearance of the woman before him. Such fair skin, like unto the finest porcelain; her hair dark as ink framing her face like tumbling waves of pure nighttime sky made solid; and all drawing the gaze to her luminous blue eyes, so striking as to make him feel like she was gazing into his soul. Clearing his throat and forcing aside these thoughts, he spoke once more.
"..Your Majesty? Are you alright? I do hope I didn't offend you in some manner; if I did, I offer my sincerest apologies, and will endeavor not to repeat the offense.. assuming you'll tell me what it was." That not-quite-there smile appeared at last, although it was small, and there was the slightest hint of amusement in his warm baritone voice.
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jun 25, 2016 12:59:50 GMT -8
Nyx broke herself out of her trance despite the man's voice trying to keep her there. "No, you did nothing wrong." She let a half smile form, "I was just stunned, you'll forgive me I hope. I've been a bit out of it with the events in my homeland." She had her horse, a black Aaedanian Charger, walk forward bringing her almost right beside the man. "I did not expect anyone to welcome me, but at least its quite a sight, my welcoming party." Her lips turned up into a smile, "What where you planning for your personal welcoming to the city?
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Jun 25, 2016 13:15:19 GMT -8
The Warlord from Katashima, Shintaro Nishida would arrive shortly have the Aaedanians to attend the international Summit. He had sent word back to his base in Fareen saying that he would be away a short while longer. He led a small force of skilled soldiers atop his horse. The Ao party would stop at the gate to speak to the guards to get entry.
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Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 18, 2016 16:46:29 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Jun 25, 2016 15:30:55 GMT -8
His smile widened a bit, unable to help it when he saw the Queen smiling as well. The expression made her already pretty face captivating. But it was mention of the events in her homeland that abolished the expression, replacing it instead with one of deep empathy.
"Of course, Your Majesty. I think we all would forgive you for anything in light of the circumstances, although there is nothing to forgive, in my opinion." Pulling his horse about so that both of their steeds were now facing the same direction, Tristian positioned himself at her side, that he might guide her into the city. The appearance of a man in an eyepatch atop a horse and his force of soldiers briefly drew his attention from Nyx, but it soon returned, unable to look away from her for long. Her words made his eyes widen slightly. Quite a sight..? Was that..? Did she just compliment his looks? He cleared his throat and did his best not to blush.
"I would first like to extend our deepest condolences for the loss of your homeland.. I was unable to participate in any of the battle itself, as I was needed here to direct the operations of the Black Tower in Aaedan and the Eastern Desert of the Expanse, but I sent two of my people to aid you, a man named Xel'rath and Jun of the Celadine. I also hope that you will let me escort you to the Citadel, where Lady Naoki has had an ambassadorial suite prepared for you to inhabit during your stay here. If it would please you." He inclined his head slightly in a near-bow, then straightened and waited for her to respond. But after a moment, his expression softened notably, and his voice dropped to a softer register.
"..On a more personal note, Your Majesty, I am more sorry than words can say that you have lost so much. That is not something anyone should have to go through. But your homeland and its people were given a fitting memorial.. the funeral was lovely beyond compare."
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jun 27, 2016 9:18:32 GMT -8
"I agree, and it was done by a mage no one seemed to know." She looked down slightly, the talk of funerals and her homeland killing her smile.
"I thank you for your condolences, but until the summit..." She stopped to think for a moment, her smile slowly returning to her face as her mind worked out exactly what she wanted, "Until the summit, I think I want to forget about my homeland for a bit. Perhaps you can help me with that Lord Tristian Seryl."
She started her horse forward, "Lets enter the city, I doubt there is much out here that could help me with my new found goal." She looked over her shoulder as she took the lead from him. Her lower face hidden by the lion's mane on her cloak. Her blue eyes twinkling between the white of her cloak and the black of her hair.
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Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 18, 2016 16:46:29 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Jun 27, 2016 10:44:49 GMT -8
"Of course, Your Majesty. It would be a pleasure, and an honor, to assist you with this task. In fact..." Whatever he'd been going to say was frozen in his throat when she turned and looked over her shoulder at him. Gods above, but the woman had the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. All the air seemed forced from his lungs, and his heart stuttered in the most alarming manner. He gave himself a brisk shake, trying to dispel the sudden feeling of being placed outside time and space and lost in the blueness of her eyes, and heeled his mount to catch up to her.
"..in fact, I think I have a very good idea of where we can begin. If you wouldn't mind following me, Your Majesty."
<Exit into Isra>
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Whir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 95
Age: 23
Physical Description: Whir stands approximately six feet and five inches (nearly two meters) tall. His skin ranges from pale to dark blue and is lined with bright markings that do not appear to be tattoos. Dark blue crystals shoot back from his scalp where hair would be on a pure blooded human. He is lithe and corded, muscles defined, but not pronounced.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Simple clothing hangs from Whir's slim body. The only apparent armor a banded chest plate made of what appears to be some dark wood. Resting on a loop attached to the back of this chest piece is a long and narrow sword. To the untrained observer it almost appears as a needle, with the eye replaced by a pommel set with some light blue gem. The sword is in fact, made from a single crystal of orichalcum. The rapier-like double edged blade is nearly indestructible despite its thin profile. A leather wrap starts at the pommel and runs about eighteen inches up the body of the sword, where immediately after, the five foot long blade takes an edge.
Registered: Feb 24, 2016 19:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Whir on Jul 2, 2016 18:20:46 GMT -8
"That I am! Oh right, I am Kaylie, pleasure to meet you Whir." She extended her hand out to him as she made it all the way to him. He seemed like a friendly enough sort, that would make the trip less tedious at the very least. "Greetings then, Kaylie." Whir smiled his big smile as he took Kaylie's hand. "I trust you're okay with taking a boat down the river? We can walk if you'd rather..." Neither would bother him much, though riding a boat down the river would certainly cut the travel time to Port Silverion quite a bit. Various men and women he'd met of this plane didn't take to water voyages well, and lacking any real urgency, he'd rather make the trip as peaceful and rewarding as possible.
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Kaylie Imrahil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 182
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Jul 2, 2016 18:58:16 GMT -8
"I have travelled on my own two feet for most of my life. A break for them is appreciated, but another journey on them will do me no harm."
Truth be told, she had never been on a ship before that she could remember, and she was hoping Whir would choose the ship. But a short trek down the river would also not be a great hardship, and her tone reflected this belief.
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Whir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 95
Age: 23
Physical Description: Whir stands approximately six feet and five inches (nearly two meters) tall. His skin ranges from pale to dark blue and is lined with bright markings that do not appear to be tattoos. Dark blue crystals shoot back from his scalp where hair would be on a pure blooded human. He is lithe and corded, muscles defined, but not pronounced.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Simple clothing hangs from Whir's slim body. The only apparent armor a banded chest plate made of what appears to be some dark wood. Resting on a loop attached to the back of this chest piece is a long and narrow sword. To the untrained observer it almost appears as a needle, with the eye replaced by a pommel set with some light blue gem. The sword is in fact, made from a single crystal of orichalcum. The rapier-like double edged blade is nearly indestructible despite its thin profile. A leather wrap starts at the pommel and runs about eighteen inches up the body of the sword, where immediately after, the five foot long blade takes an edge.
Registered: Feb 24, 2016 19:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Whir on Jul 2, 2016 19:14:40 GMT -8
"Indeed, letting the wind and water take us will be far easier on our feet." Finally, Whir let go of Kaylie's hand and peered around until he found one of the river ferry docks. Leading the way, should Kaylie follow, he made his way over to the boat's quartermaster and asked after the price of carrying the two down to Port Silverion. A number was given and Whir, producing his ever-hidden pouch, purchased two places on board.
Having been ready to depart before leaving the city walls, Whir climbed aboard the ferry, which was loaded with both people and cargo, and found a seat at one of the railings. The weather was nice and he felt he'd rather enjoy watching the countryside pass by until the evening. He looked to see if Kaylie had followed.
The boat would depart shortly thereafter.
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Kaylie Imrahil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 182
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Jul 2, 2016 20:39:23 GMT -8
She scrambled after him, not even getting a chance to protest his purchase of her passage before she was off again, this time barely making it up the gangplank. She cautiously made her way past the people and cargo, doing her best not to pickpocket people out of pure habit. She was a Sun Marshal now and such behavior was behind her...at least in Isra.
She caught up to Whir at the railing, shoving past a man whose vocal complaint was cut short by the heel of her foot impacting one of his toes.
"I could have paid for my own ticket you know, but at least you got us a good spot."
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Jul 3, 2016 13:25:40 GMT -8
Trundling its way down the road, the great iron carriage parts the metaphorical seas of merchants and pedestrians as it makes its way down the road. While none of the escorting Sun Marshals outright tell people to move, something about horses with legs as wide around as one’s torso tend to encourage people to make way.
As the carriage trundled on through the Eastern Gate, the guards standing to either side snap to a salute. However, the carriage doesn’t so much as pause, trundling right along, past the gate, past the guards, past any onlookers, and off in the direction of The Expanse.
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Kate Green
Dedicated
Assessing the damage w/ Naoki
Roleplay posts: 309
Age: 19
Physical Description: Kate is built slenderly, but working in her gardens and on the field has defined her muscles. Her eyes shine with an amber hue and her silvery hair never seems to get dirty from the work she still insists on doing herself.
(Full Sized image: http://imgur.com/bJTWavF)
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a pink apron on her that has a simple square pattern. Underneath, brownish green pants and a black tube top. Many tools, such as a flower shovel, a small rake and a spray bottle, fit inside her pockets. A large red ribbon complements her hair.
When she was working at the Midnight Sun, she replaced her red ribbon with a black one she was gifted when she first joined. She also had a green dress, gifted to her by Naoki.
After being gone away for a long time, she has since expanded her wardrobe, and tends not to think about her clothes too much and follows whatever trends Naoki says are popular now.
Player's online availability : Consistently inconsistent
Registered: Sept 4, 2015 15:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Kate Green on Jul 5, 2016 23:35:22 GMT -8
There was that feeling again. The spirit of freedom. Each time she passed those Gates the worries of everyday life diappeared like moths in the rain. The cty and it's people, the good and the evil, were past. The plains and the open road were ahead, and beyond that, The Expanse. Outside, their escorts were fast on the lookóut for any potential threats to the head of state, and her intimates. The clopping of a dozen horses was comforting in all it's arrhythmicality.
"Say," Kate began. "someone said somthing about a present?" Her voice was thick with expectancy. Nobody but Naoki gave her presets, but this was the first time it was a birthday present. The first one in ages. "I'm not pressuring anyone, of course. Juuuust a bit curious." She twisted her hair in a nonchalant fashion, but the look she was giving Naoki was a not-so-subtle "Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!"
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Jul 6, 2016 10:52:40 GMT -8
Kate’s words stir Naoki form her half-conscious state of serenity. As she continues, a small sort of mischievous smirk slides its way onto Naoki’s face. Two can play at the coy game. “I maaaay have mentioned something…” She trails off, clearly teasing. For a moment, she simply sits there, showing no inclination of confirming, denying, or moving in any way. That expectant look. The way Kate’s trying to play it off, to mask it. Endlessly appealing. But the look on her face upon receiving the item ought to be even better, Naoki figures. So she rises, raising her tail to find balance on the unsteady carriage floor. With a few swift steps, she moves around the table to cross to the other side of the cabin, and approach the kitchenette. Bending at the knees, she moves to undo the simple lock and open the cabinet. “I actually have a small handful of items for you, on this marvelous occasion marking the anniversary of your birth. However, some of them are somewhat situational. So, allow me to give you this now, but expect more over the next couple days. And as opportunities present themselves.” Though her smirk isn’t visible from behind, the tail-waggle certainly is, alluding to just what sorts of situations the other gifts may be suitable for. After waiting a moment longer to allow Kate’s mind to wander, Naoki extracts the item from the cabinet, straightens, and crosses back over, now carrying a small box. Roughly the size of one’s hand, fingers outstretched, the box is a fine piece of workmanship in and of itself. Hewn of some manner of reddish wood, there isn’t anything eye catching about it, per say. It is simply a very well made box, with fine-grained wood, polished faces, and the initials, ‘K. G.’ embossed into the top and inlaid with gold leaf. Moving back to her original position to Kate’s right, Naoki turns half-sideways, extending both arms to offer the box, and its contents, along with a slight sort of almost anxious smile. The object within is a piece of jewelry. A bracelet; a bangle, even, or an anklet, if one would prefer. Forged of Sunmetal, it shines with the soft glow of sunlight itself, and is warm to the touch in the same manner that rays of the sun are warm as they dance across one’s arm. An intricate pattern of two inlaid golden vines snake their way around the circumference of the band, twining around each other and sprouting flowers of inlaid gemstones where they touch- three blooms, equidistant from each other. The first flower is- while not perhaps any sort of technically accurate, real flower, a circular sort of thing, with many small, radial petals. Presently, it’s a soft dusky orange hue gently tinged with a shade of creamy ivory. The second flower, proceeding clockwise, is a rather pleasant sort of orchid-looking thing, apparently cut of some manner of deep purple amethyst. Lastly, the final flower on the band is apparently a rendition of a tiger lily, complete with the little speckles interspersed throughout the otherwise-transparent flower as imperfections. After waiting for the box to be opened and its contexts examined, Naoki continues, “This is, in addition to being a beautiful piece of jewelry, a powerful magical apparatus. The first masterwork of Dawnfire Forges, primarily credited to Forgemaster Epirus, it was only finished this morning.” “It’s made out of Sunmetal. It uses the sun’s rays to maintain a whole host of enhancements, major and minor. Across the whole band, a few utilities are in place to prevent it from getting dirty, damaged, stolen, or any of that. This flower,” she gestures with an extended finger, “this is quartz. It would usually be white, but color of it changes with the time of day, due to the enchantment. Right now it’s a pleasant sort of yellow for mid-morning, but as the day goes on, keep an eye on it. It should transition into a brighter yellow as noon passes, darken down to orange for the afternoon, fading into purple and then midnight black for the dead of night. And, if you press on it, it emits light. Useful in the dark, I would think.” “This flower,” Naoki continues, indicating the orchid, “is much like the gemstone in your ribbon, but with a few extras. It’s linked directly to my earring. As long as it’s purple, I am well, and you can press on it to contact me, wherever we might happen to be in the world relative to each other. Likewise, as long as the band is close to you- and you’re well, I will know. Mutual peace of mind, I figure.” “And, this flower here,” She points to the tiger lily, “ this contains all of the defensive magics. Very, very powerful stuff in here, you should be aware. The majority of it is autonomous. If someone in your vicinity harbors ill-intent toward you, it will cause the entire band to go cold. If you are assaulted, it will defend you with wards and other such… defensive magics. I’m not quite clear on the details. You can press on it to manually engage what I’m told is a full-body shield, which ought to protect you from all manners of attack. Additionally, if any of this flower’s functions are engaged, my security people will be alerted, and you can expect Sun Marshals to be on the scene as quickly as they possibly can be.” Leaning back, Naoki awaits Kate’s reaction with bated breath, arms extended, palms on knees.
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Lu Dan Feng
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Roleplay posts: 32
Registered: Jun 23, 2016 4:21:06 GMT -8
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Post by Lu Dan Feng on Jul 7, 2016 7:22:25 GMT -8
Lu Dan Feng arrives on the eastern shore of the Silverion River with her teacher and traveling companion. It has been several weeks since they first met in an abandoned church halfway to Aaedan and she has learned much from him. But she's has grown weary of walking. So she looks down at the river and gets an idea. A boat! They'd get to continue their aimless wandering without so much exertion. While the Master does... whatever it is that he's doing over there, Dan Feng stands on the bridge and tries to pick out a suitable craft. One that might even be able to take them to the sea. One riverboat in particular stands out to her. She isn't sure why, but she's drawn to it. The same pull that brought her to this river seems to be pulling her a bit more. She knows that that's the boat she wants to take. She turns around to ask her teacher about sailing downriver when an iron carriage races past her with a retinue of official-looking guards. They must be in a hurry to get out of town, what with the way they speed across the bridge and towards the Expanse beyond. Another idea pops into Dan Feng's head. Perhaps a chartered carriage ride to the sea would be fun? No. That mystical pull that she so recently started to feel is directing her to the boat. A carriage doesn't feel right. So when all those fast horses were gone and things calmed down Dan Feng says, "Master, I think we should take a boat."
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Doobie du Shoobie
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The Premier Stand Master!
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 18
Physical Description: He's a Kobold with green scales and long hair that has recently turned platinum colour.
Clothes and Equipment: Blue Mage Robes with gold trim and the Heroes Guild cape draped over one shoulder.
Allegiances: Heroes Guild, Jun of the Celadine
Player's online availability : Every Day, noon to 2am eastern us time
Registered: May 28, 2015 14:51:50 GMT -8
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Post by Doobie du Shoobie on Jul 7, 2016 9:59:13 GMT -8
Over past couple weeks the two had gotten to know each other better, Dan Feng got to meet Xochi, Doobie's feathered kobold mate. They hunted and shared meals together while also training. Doobie noticed the slow development of Chapel, he supposed it would take a while longer before Dan Feng could move to the next stage.
Xochiquetzal had no interest in approaching the city and remained making a temporary shelter outside the city limits.
Doobie shared the story of his last time here while leaning over the bridge looking at the river. "The first time I came to this city, I had just recently gained my Stand. I was exploring the city and eventually encountered the first Stand User I ever met. His name was Raymondo Fletcher, he was huge and incredibly buff, while also wearing very little. He challenged me to a fight with his Stand, Diamond Dog. The Stand was a Melee fighter like my own Starman with the additional power of crowing crystals which he used in the fight for attacks and hazards. It was a rough fight, but I defeated him, he was knocked unconscious and I took my leave. He is still roaming around to this day I imagine, I don't think he would challenge me again though."
Doobie looked over as a boat was mentioned, "A boat? I've never set sail before, what's brought this thought to you, a curiosity, or do you sense it too?"
Doobie too felt the pull toward the water. Was this a Stand User? Doobie didn't believe Dan Feng was ready to fight a Stand User if it came to meeting a hostile one, she needed more training, but if trouble arose she could use Chapel to take Shelter while Doobie fought.
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Lu Dan Feng
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Roleplay posts: 32
Registered: Jun 23, 2016 4:21:06 GMT -8
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Post by Lu Dan Feng on Jul 9, 2016 0:54:13 GMT -8
"Yes, a boat. I am tired of walking. I'm not an experienced vagabond, remember? That's you." Dan Feng smiles at her teacher before walking across the bridge and down into the Isran docks. One short transaction later she has booked passage on a ferry to Port Silverion. "I'm going to go aboard. Are you coming with me or is there something you need to do in the city first?" Regardless of the kobold's answer, Dan Feng will walk across the gangplank and board the Break of Dawn.
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Doobie du Shoobie
Dedicated
The Premier Stand Master!
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 18
Physical Description: He's a Kobold with green scales and long hair that has recently turned platinum colour.
Clothes and Equipment: Blue Mage Robes with gold trim and the Heroes Guild cape draped over one shoulder.
Allegiances: Heroes Guild, Jun of the Celadine
Player's online availability : Every Day, noon to 2am eastern us time
Registered: May 28, 2015 14:51:50 GMT -8
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Post by Doobie du Shoobie on Jul 9, 2016 9:46:19 GMT -8
"Hm, I understand, I'll be right with you." Doobie follows Dan Feng.
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Fenrir Skargard
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Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Jul 11, 2016 3:15:37 GMT -8
Fenrir made his way towards the gate of the city that had so outmaneuvered him. The negotiations had ended with his stepping down, and now he desired to see what these cities were, it had been a long time since he was amongst so many buildings. Unlike most of his kind, he had received education, but that had proved to be his own undoing, seeking a game of political maneuver for which he was unprepared. With a sigh he passed through the gate, he had no desire to cause trouble unless trouble found him first.
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