Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 18, 2016 16:01:24 GMT -8
Aesen sucked in a little breath. Lisere had been cute before, but in the dress with her hair done up she was beautiful. Again a brief pang of regret hits him. This time because they weren't actually going on a date. He shakes his head swallows and recovers himself. His grin is quite wide when he replys.
"You look positively ravishing. I'll be the envy of all the men at the party. Speaking of we should get going."
He offers her his arm and escorts her back to the carriage. And then they are away to the party.
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 18, 2016 18:58:08 GMT -8
Lisere ducked her head as she blushed brightly, stammering a 'Thank you' as she fought not to fidget. Unable to meet his eyes, she took his arm and followed him out to the carriage, carefully holding her skirts out of the way as she walked. Then she climbed back into the carriage and sat down across from him, clasping her hands in her lap and fidgeting. To distract herself from her inability to make herself look at Aesen, she focused instead on staring out the carriage window beside her, watching the city roll past.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 18, 2016 19:49:15 GMT -8
Aesen propped his elbow against the side of the carriage, resting his head against his palm. His eyes find themselves resting on of two places. Either out the window or on Lisere. Whenever he realizes he is staring he shifts his gaze back out the window. The carriage jostles as it makes the way through the streets. Aesen occasionally making light, easy, but ultimately insubstantial banter with Lisere. He'd hate for her to think he didn't want to talk after all. Or worse he'd hate for her to ask him questions.
Eventually the carriage passed through a gate and made it's way up in front of a house. The driver opens the door and Aesen exits. Once again offering Lisere his arm as she gets out herself. He'd approach the front door and hand the guard standing there an envelope. After the contents are inspected the young couple would be allowed inside. As they enter the main hall the herald asks for their names and Aesen whispers something to him.
"Lord Aesen Kestrel, son of Baron Kestrel of Alban. And his companion Priestess Lisere Najus."
Once they are announced Aesen would walk them inside. Many of the party goers would stop to stare at Lisere. A few whispers starting at her appearance. Still none of the eyes are overtly hostile. As he had noted on this plane she was more of a curiosity than something to be reviled. Demons may be evil, but they had become almost passé thanks to Lady Naoki's open interactions and employment of them.
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 18, 2016 20:59:16 GMT -8
Eagerness lit her face when they arrived at the place where the party was happening, and she half-leaned out of the window to look up at the house, only withdrawing so that she could follow Aesen out of the carriage. This time she actually needed his help. She'd never had the best balance, and she didn't make a habit of wearing dresses, so she was worried she'd end up tripping all over herself and making both herself and Aesen look foolish. This meant her steps were extra careful as she took his arm and walked with him into the building. Hearing their names announced, she nearly choked: Aesen was the son of a baron? Did that mean something different on this plane, or were some things universal? Forcing herself not to gape at him, and not to react too strongly to the looks being aimed her way, she just smiled politely and tried not to grip his arm too tightly.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 18, 2016 21:23:13 GMT -8
"You look surprised. You know it's normally nobles and rich merchants that get invited to these sorts of things."
Aesen says with a teasing smile. Of course he wasn't really a baron's son. It was just a tale he'd fabricated when he'd arrived on the island. Alban had only recently started trading again with the rest of the world. As such the majority of their noble families were unknown. That made it rather easy to pretend to be a noble from there. There wasn't really anyone who could say he wasn't yet. Lisere didn't need to know that though at least not yet. He had decided to come clean with her after they made good on their escape. It would be monumentally stupid of him to do so, but he felt bad. And ultimate Aesen was still a teenager dealing with a lot of hormones. Confessing to the cute girl seemed like a good idea.
After making the rounds and saying hello to their host. A rich merchant by the name of Aldrin Leloux, Aesen would lead Lisere onto the dance floor. There he would quite boldly place a hand on her hip and use the other to take hers. Then he would lead her as the music begins to play. It is a slow paced waltz, which made it an excellent for her to learn the basic steps.
"So have you ever danced before Lisere?"
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 18, 2016 21:38:01 GMT -8
"I didn't realize you were a baron's son." This was nearly whispered, and Lisere was torn between sounding scandalized, and sounding a little.. well.. like a girl with a crush. She may have been a tiefling, but she was a teenager, with all the hormones, awkwardness, and other things that age entailed. She was unfailingly polite to the various people they spoke to, even if she was sort of adorably bumbling and unrefined. She seemed relieved when they finally made their way out onto the dance floor. It would probably surprise him to learn that Lisere wasn't entirely inept, although she didn't possess the grace of someone who'd been waltzing all their life. When he asked his question, she smiled shyly up at him, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"A little.. mostly in taverns and festivals.. nothing fancy like this."
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 18, 2016 21:48:11 GMT -8
Aesen leads Lisere through a twirl and then pulls her back to him. He grins down enjoying the fact that he made a pretty girl blush. Even as her blush made his own cheeks turn a tad red. He leads her through the first dance. Then he breaks his plan slight by taking her into a second. Then a third. Making a point to avoid some of the other interested young men at the party. He had originally intended to let one of them cut in. Then well people were distracted by her, he would sneak off. He had decided he didn't like the thought of her dancing with another man though. Again this is hormones overriding common sense. It wasn't as though they were a couple. They had just met this morning.
"Sorry my dear, I need to freshen up."
Aesen says with an apologetic grin as he leads her off to the side of the room. There a quite a number of tables set out and libations available for part goers. Once he has a table for the two of them he'd make his excuses and head towards the privy. He would be gone for about ten minutes during which time many people would approaching Lisere. Young men looking for dances, young woman wanting to talk to her about her origins. The tiefling girl was a source of great curiosity for the guests.
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 19, 2016 11:32:40 GMT -8
Lisere looked surprised when Aesen continued to dance with her. Every time the music paused, she anticipated he'd let her go and go dance with some of the other girls, who were prettier and more normal looking. But he didn't. Her heart fluttered, and she staunchly ignored it. Boys and romance were nothing but trouble. She'd seen too many people end up heartbroken and alone to think that was a good idea, even if she sometimes wished for a sweeping romance like in the stories. She was a mixture of disappointed and curious when they finally stopped and moved off to one side of the room.
"It's alright. Honestly, I'm a little thirsty. I think I'll get a drink." Seating herself at the table Aesen chose for them, she settled with her hands folded in her lap and tried not to look as nervous as she felt. She managed to acquire a drink, something sweet and slightly bubbly, and sipped at it.. though her eyes widened as she suddenly found herself surrounded by people. She politely refused the offers to dance, claiming to be tired (which was true, those dances with Aesen had made her a little tired), but readily answered the questions posed to her. She even managed to avoid lying, which made her feel better, she didn't like lying to people. Even strangers. All the while she kept anxiously looking for Aesen's return.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 19, 2016 14:16:26 GMT -8
Aesen stopped just before he entered the main hall again. He was a bit out of sorts. Things had almost turned out very badly. It was only a last minute stroke of fortune that had kept him from being discovered. Looking around he spots a mirror and he takes a moment to compose himself. Straightening his hair and catching his breath. Once he looks like everything is normal again he heads back into the ball. He is a little surprised to find Lisere right where he left her, even as he slides in to sit next to her again.
"Why are you just sitting around? I would have thought someone else would have asked you to dance by now."
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 19, 2016 14:28:32 GMT -8
When she spotted Aesen, a palpable look of relief came across her face, and as he rejoined her, she smiled. Then he spoke, and Lisere flushed, lowering her gaze to the half-empty glass of punch in her hands.
"They did.. I just said no. I was a little bit tired from dancing so much with you. And people wanted to talk to me. It would've been rude to just not talk to them and go dance with some stranger instead." She didn't add that she hadn't really wanted to dance with anyone but him. She didn't know anyone else here, and while something like that normally wouldn't bother her, she felt really out of place in that dress and in that house. Not to mention, something was niggling at her. That sort of sixth sense she had told her something wasn't quite right here. She couldn't put her claw on what, exactly, but the feeling persisted.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 19, 2016 14:44:25 GMT -8
Aesen arches an eyebrow, but says nothing. She could make her own choices. Not to mention he was actually rather glad she hadn't gone off dancing. The young man would turn to talk to some nobles. Spending about an hour schmoozing and talking to Lisere in turn. Then he would lean in and say with a grin.
"This is getting rather dull. What do you say we get out of here?"
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 19, 2016 15:32:34 GMT -8
Lisere stuck close to Aesen, sipping at punch and nibbling at various food items, and speaking to anyone that addressed her. She was enjoying herself, but she was visible relieved when Aesen suggested they leave. Smiling brightly, she nodded, and set aside her empty glass of punch.
"That sounds nice. This has been fun, but I'm ready to leave." She'd follow him wherever he led, eager to get out of the dress (no matter how nice it was) and back into her usual garb. She felt so exposed, with the plunging neckline and low back.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 19, 2016 15:40:57 GMT -8
Once again Aesen offered her his arm as they exited the house. His carriage was brought up and he helped Lisere inside. Once they are inside he takes off his jacket, pulls off his bow tie, and undoes thr top few buttons of his shirt. He turns and grins at Lisere.
"Too bad you can't get comfortable as easily as I can. So what would you like to do now?"
If she was observant she might notices in the pile of his suit is a stack of lethers.
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 19, 2016 16:01:56 GMT -8
Taking his arm, she followed Aesen outside and climbed into the carriage with his help. Settling in comfortably, she looked out the window, taking in the sight of the city at night. She didn't look back over at him until he spoke, and when she did, her eyes rounded even as her cheeks flushed vividly. He looked roguishly handsome, with his coat and tie gone and his shirt partially unbuttoned. She could've sworn it felt like some sort of magic drew her gaze right to the little hollow at the base of his neck, which was tantalizingly revealed by the gaping collar of his shirt. Forcing her eyes back up to his, she then made a strangled squeaking noise and tried to look anywhere else.
"I um.. I don't know. I don't really know what this city has to offer. I guess that sort of puts me at your mercy." She exhaled a breathless laugh and found herself looking at the pile formed by his coat. Then she blinked. Were those.. letters? Had those always been there? Her brow crinkled in puzzlement as she tilted her head, wondering who in the world would carry letters around in their suit jacket? That was.. strange. Unless he hadn't had them all night. But then where did he get them, and why did he have them? That bad feeling she'd gotten in the house only grew, and she looked back up at Aesen, her gaze silently questioning.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 19, 2016 16:09:38 GMT -8
"At my mercy? I don't think I like the sound of that. Makes it seem like I am a dastardly villain holding you against your will."
Aesen says with a chuckle. He is trying to decide where to go first when he notices the subtle shift in her demeanor. He follows the gaze of her eyes to his jacket. There he spots the letters just visible among the black cloth. Cursing himself for a fool he almost reaches out to cover them. He stops the motion before it can begin that would just make things obvious. The charade would come down eventually but he wants it to last just a bit longer.
"Well I suppose first thing to do is go back to master Gilbert's. I imagine you'd like to get out of that dress."
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 19, 2016 18:30:33 GMT -8
Lisere tried to smile and failed, and her voice came out quietly. He saw that she saw the letters, but didn't try to hide them. But he was still acting strangely. What had he done? What had she helped him do?
"Yes.. it's lovely, but I'm not very.. comfortable." Turning away from him and looking out the window, she resolved to wait until she was back in her own clothing before mentioning the letters.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 19, 2016 18:50:31 GMT -8
Sighing Aesen rests his head against the side of the carriage. Lisere wore her heart on her sleeve. It was obvious she suspected something. Which meant that this night would end with a disaster. The carriage trundles along until they are once again at Master Gilbert's shop. He extracts himself from the carriage and offers his arm. Soon they are inside and Lisere is able to change. The letters and suit jacket are left on the carriage seat.
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 19, 2016 19:35:23 GMT -8
There was a slight hesitation as she took his arm, and climbed carefully out of the carriage. Moving into the shop, she retreated into the room where her clothing was and changed back into it, hanging the dress up so that it wouldn't wrinkle. As she exited the room Lisere was putting her hair back into its usual style, which kept it out of the way, and as soon as she could, she stepped out into the street again, waiting for Aesen. Once he arrived, she turned to face him, her silvery eyes searching his features.
"You didn't invite me to that party just for my company, did you?" The question wasn't accusatory, more.. disappointed with a touch of sad. Had he used her? She didn't want to admit that was how it looked.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 19, 2016 19:51:56 GMT -8
Aesen joined Lisere on the street. He wondered what form her accusation would come in. It was one that cut. Mostly because of the truth of it. Regardless of how much he'd enjoyed her company, she knew or suspected he'd used her. He'd changed into his usual attire, so he sticks his hands into his long black cloak. He lets out a a long slow sigh.
"No I did not. Honestly I was surprised by how much I enjoyed your company. You are excellent company. Though ultimately I am not the kind of person who he's only known for five minutes to parties, without an ulterior motive."
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 19, 2016 20:00:58 GMT -8
Hurt flashed through her eyes before she lowered them to the ground, and she crossed her arms beneath her breasts in a noticeably defensive manner, as though she were trying to protect herself from the pain of the conversation she was having. So, she was right. Aesen had jumped on the fact of her presence, how unique she was, to do something underhanded.
"So you took advantage of me being weird and used me to distract people so you could steal something from that house. Is that an accurate assessment of what happened tonight?" Her voice thickened and caught toward the end, and she blinked away tears. Never in her life had she been so humiliated. She'd been used. He said he'd enjoyed her presence - that it had surprised him that he enjoyed her company - but he'd still used her. Her normally active tail hung limp and lifeless behind her as she stared down at the ground.
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