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 20:34:16 GMT -8
"Distraction? Not exactly."
Aesen shakes his head. He has the good grace to look reticent and he can't quite look at her.
"Partly it was about detracting attention from myself. I am rather plain compared to you. So since I was in your company people will have trouble recalling my face. Also it helped make sure less women approached me. After all if I already had a date most wouldn't try and get my attentions. The theft was always going to happen, I didn't really need a distraction. You just helped smooth things out a bit. But at the end of the day yes I was using you. And yes your peculiar looks played a roll in it."
He didn't really think the explanation made it any better. Still he'd rather she not think he'd only asked her because she looked odd. Even if that was part of it, it wasn't as though it was the only reason. He lets out another long sigh, he'd cocked this up pretty thoroughly. It was odd feeling depressed even though he'd soon have a lot of money.
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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 20, 2016 7:10:14 GMT -8
"I see." The words were spoken quietly, almost in a whisper. Well. She supposed it was some consolation that he hadn't been trying to use her for her luck manipulation abilities. Then again, he didn't know about them. It occurred to her that if he had, Aesen probably would've found a way to make use of them, too. Lisere ignored the pain that thought caused, an uncomfortable ache in her chest. Stupid girl, to think he'd actually taken a genuine interest in her, that he liked her. To her utter mortification, a tear slid down her cheek, and she was quick to reach up and swipe it away with the back of her fingers. Disguising the motion as tucking a stray tendril of hair behind her ear, she forced a smile onto her face and raised her head.
"Well. Whatever you were after, it's clear you got it. I suppose I'm glad I could help you, no matter whether it was unintentional or not. It was nice to feel pretty for a little while. I won't stick around, now that I'm not useful anymore. Wouldn't want to make things awkward for you. I wish you luck in your endeavors, Aesen - that's as good as a blessing, from a cleric of a luck god." Turning away from him, the moment her back was to the boy, her expression fell and tears filled her eyes once more. Assuming he wouldn't stop her (As she'd said, she'd fulfilled her purpose as far as he was concerned, what reason would he have to want her to stick around?), she began to walk away, a casual gesture of her arm turning the bracelet 'round her forearm and wrist back into a staff.
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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 20, 2016 8:13:16 GMT -8
Aesen flinched like he'd just been slapped. He could tell how much he'd hurt her and that made him feel... It made him feel like a bad guy. Which he supposed he was, he was a thief after all. It wasn't like he was stealing from the rich to give to the poor. He was stealing from the rich so he could be rich. Still something in seeing the hurt in the naively innocent tiefling's eyes made him feel wretched. Without really thinking of the consequences he jogs forward and grabs Lisere by the arm.
"Lisere wait. I'm sorry I mislead you. I saw an opportunity and I took it. I didn't think you'd have helped me if I had been up front. But... well... you are pretty and you're nice and... I know I don't deserve it. After all I'm a lying, manipulative thief. But I did genuinely want to spend more time with you. I mean if I didn't I would have just offered to put you up in an inn and then disappeared. But I thought maybe we could go to a tavern do some more dancing maybe get a late dinner.... Oh never mind, it's stupid, you hate me know and your right to do so."
After the first but Aesen let go of her arm and as he continued to talk he got more and more embarrassed. Turning away from her and blushing as he realized what he was saying. He sounded like a five year old, telling her she was nice and pretty. He should have just let her go. Now he felt wretched and stupid.
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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 20, 2016 13:36:55 GMT -8
Lisere flinched when Aesen grabbed her arm, and hastily scrubbed the tears from her eyes before they could fall, then looked hesitantly up at him. Then her eyes widened, and she was a combination of angry and embarrassed to feel her cheeks filling with heat. He thought she was pretty..? She didn't get that often. She got unique, and different, and unusual.. but not pretty. And he wanted to spend time with her. That was just as surprising. He wanted to dance with her, have dinner with her... She was silent for several long moments, processing his words and trying to decide how to respond. And then finally, her tail twitched, a slow ripple that started at the tip and worked its way upward.
"I don't hate you, Aesen. And I'm willing to forgive and forget the fact that you used me, and go dancing and have dinner with you.. on one condition." Her staff swirled into a bracelet again as she stepped closer to him, looking up into his eyes. Her expression was one of deadly seriousness.
"..If we're going to be sharing each other's company.. don't ever lie to me again, whether it's an active lie or just one of omission. It might surprise you to learn that if you'd just told me the truth early on, I would've helped you willingly."
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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 20, 2016 13:59:42 GMT -8
"Well... I mean..."
Aesen briefly debates pointing out he'd never lied to her. He'd just talked enough that she hadn't had a chance to ask a question. The look in her eye though was enough to shut him up. He wasn't a complete idiot. Offering her his arm he says cordially.
"Well then I promise to answer any questions you might have truthfully. Shall we get going my lady?"
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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 20, 2016 14:04:33 GMT -8
There was no response for a few moments. She was looking up at him steadily, searching his face for any sign of dishonesty. Seeing none - or at least, none that she could detect - the tension eased out of her form. And then she was smiling, her hand curling to tuck into the crook of his offered arm.
"Yes. Let's." Her tail began to lash happily behind her as she followed him wherever it was they were going. She couldn't believe it. He said she was pretty. They were going to go dancing and have dinner. He was the first boy to ever show her attention like this, and the tiefling girl felt like she was walking on air.
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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 20, 2016 14:26:25 GMT -8
Aesen skipped the carriage. He no longer had to play the part of the noble, so it was returned to where they got it from. In deed his crew for this job was already dispersing. Someone else would be handling the black mail portion of this job. They would all see their cut by the end of the week. So for the moment all he had to do was entertain Lisere. So he took her to the Silver Sturgeon.
The Sturgeon was an inn in a more reputable distract of town. Just affluent enough to be pleasant, but not so high class that there wasn't a folk dance going on. Once they are inside he gets them both a bowl of seafood stew and mugs of blackberry ale.
"The Sturgeon has the best seafood stew in town. According to the owner."
Aesen says with one of his charming grins.
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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 20, 2016 14:40:38 GMT -8
It was apparent that Lisere didn't mind walking - she easily kept up with him, her tail swishing, flicking, and swaying as they walked, and a happy bounce in her step. As they approached the inn Aesen chose, she lit up - just her sort of place! When they moved inside, she couldn't help grinning. Yes. This was exactly the kind of atmosphere she enjoyed most. Following him over to wherever it was they were sitting, she accepted the bowl and mug happily, then laughed a bit at his words.
"It smells delicious. I don't doubt his claim." She began to dig in heartily, and her expression said that she agreed, the stew was amazing and exceptionally tasty. The flavor of blackberries in the ale made her giggle when she sipped at it, enjoying the tart sweetness. As she ate and drank, she watched the people dancing with a happy gleam in her gaze. She was with a cute boy, in a nice place, eating good food, and hopefully they'd soon be dancing. What could be better?
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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 20, 2016 14:45:30 GMT -8
Aesen also digs into his stew. There is a basket with bread in the middle of the table. Once he's down to the dregs he uses the bread to mope up the remaining sauce. His belly full and his mouth tasting pleasantly of black berries he stands offering Lisere his arm once again. Pulling her onto the dance floor he sets to dancing with her. This is a far more energetic dance than at the party. With many changes of partners and tempo changes. Aesen laughed and had a good time. Lisere getting a few looks, but much like at the party she was a curiosity nothing more. The young man also made a concerted effort to wind up dancing with Lisere more often than not.
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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 20, 2016 14:52:36 GMT -8
Lisere reached for bread at the same moment as Aesen, with the same intent, and hastily pulled her hand away when their fingers touched, her cheeks flushed. Once her bowl was empty and she'd taken another sip of her ale, she looked up at Aesen with a surprised but pleased expression as he stood and extended his arm. Grinning, she was quick to find her feet and accompany him out onto the dance floor. She was much more comfortable with this kind of dancing, and it showed - she was relaxed and happy, laughing as she spun, bounced, and twirled across the floor, moving from partner to partner. And every time she ended up in Aesen's arms, she beamed up at him, her silver eyes shining with delight. The looks aimed her way were ignored. She didn't care about what any of them thought of her, or how strange she 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 20, 2016 14:56:47 GMT -8
After a time Aesen dragged Lisere off to the side. They'd been dancing for nearly and hour and his brow was slick with sweat. The hour was growing late and the bard was winding down. The young man ordered two more black berry ales when the inn keeper called last rounds. Turning his eyes on Lisere he says with a grin.
"Well that was fun. Though it occurs that I haven't given you any time to find a place to stay. What are you going to do tonight? Do you even have any money?"
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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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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 20, 2016 15:24:58 GMT -8
Lisere spent that time happy and laughing, although she was glad to return to their table. Sipping at the newly-ordered mug of ale, she watched as people began to pair off and move upstairs or leave entirely. There was little question as to what they'd be doing, and the thought made her blush. She was glad to Aesen distracted her from those thoughts, and she looked at him with an expression that bordered on bashful.
"I guess I'll see if the innkeeper has any open rooms. I carry gems as payment, they're more universally accepted.. coins don't work well for planeswalkers. Currency is rarely the same between planes. But if the inn is full, I'll find something. My luck usually works out that way."
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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 20, 2016 15:31:54 GMT -8
"I have an apartment just a few blocks over. I even have a guest room if you'd like to make use of it."
Aesen offers in a way he hopes is nonchalant. Though he feels slightly incredibly awkward. Lisere was not the first girl he'd spent and evening with. She was however the first he'd ever invited back to his place. Then again he didn't normally have a place. He'd only gotten the apartment as part of the ruse. It did have a guest room though. Though he imagined his land lady wouldn't be thrilled with him asking for the spare linens at this hour. Taking another sip of ale he waits for her answer.
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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 20, 2016 15:53:59 GMT -8
Lisere's heart fluttered when he said that he had an apartment nearby. He was asking her back to his place? She was blushing brightly, and the highly embarrassed denial was on the tip of her tongue.. when, thankfully, he finished that offer with the mention of a guest room. The tension fled her body in a rush, and she laughed softly, then gave him an uncertain smile.
"Are you sure? I wouldn't want to be an inconvenience."
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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 20, 2016 16:05:06 GMT -8
"It won't be any trouble. Besides I should get some use out of my guest room before I move out. Hate to think I didn't get my monies worth."
Aesen responds with a laugh. A laugh he hopes hides his reddening cheeks. He gets up from his seat and offers her his arm. Then they are once again walking down the city streets towards the richer district of town. When they arrived at an upscale town house Aesen opened the door with a key. Leading Lisere inside his worry proved correct. His land lady was quite displeased to be woken with a request for the spare linens. She grumbled quite loudly about ungrateful teenagers. Not too mention something that sounded like. "Wouldn't be surprised if you and the girl wound up in the same bed." Aesen questioned the amount of money he was paying the woman considering her complaining. Once Lisere's bed is set up Aesen collapses onto a couch.
"Well that was... Pleasant. Don't suppose you want a glass of wine before bed?"
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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 20, 2016 16:17:30 GMT -8
Taking a final sip of her ale, Lisere stood and once again tucked her hand into the crook of Aesen's arm. Strolling with him in the night was pleasant, and she sighed contentedly as they walked, tilting her head back slightly so she could look up at the stars. It was.. almost romantic, walking with him like this, alone, simply enjoying the walk in comfortable silence. When they arrived, she smiled shyly to the landlady and apologized for the disturbance of her unexpected presence.. although she very nearly took the apology back when her sharp ears caught that grumbled statement. She quickly let go of Aesen when she heard those words, and felt her cheeks redden vigorously. She didn't want him to get the idea that would happen. Maybe some kissing. Though the very thought made her nervous. She'd never kissed a boy and she wasn't sure she'd do it properly. Following him into his apartment, she stood rather than sit beside him, looking around the area curiously. Though she did glance at him when he spoke and smile bashfully.
"Only if you're having some."
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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 20, 2016 16:37:54 GMT -8
In response Aesen got up and opened the liquor cabinet. He selected a sweet Gauldish red and goblets pouring a measure for himself and Lisere. Then he once again settled onto the sofa. He gestured to Lisere indicating she should sit. Either next to him on the sofa or on one of the plush arm chairs. Once she is seated he'd ask curiously.
"I keep asking you wait your plan is and you keep saying you don't have one. So you don't have anything in mind for tomorrow then?"
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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 20, 2016 17:13:58 GMT -8
Taking the goblet with murmured thanks, she decided to be bold and settled on the couch with him, albeit at the far end, her back nestled into the corner. Mostly because the temptation to sit beside him and cuddle up to him was strong, and that was definitely not something that needed to happen. Tucking her knees up as best she could without putting her feet on the couch, she sipped at the wine within the goblet as her tail swished and curled. Looking at him as he spoke, she shook her head and shrugged bare shoulders with a small smile.
"No. I rarely make plans. Things just tend to happen to me, and I just sort of.. go with it. I figure luck is always driving me toward wherever I'm supposed to be, and whatever I'm supposed to be doing. Why do you ask about tomorrow in particular?" She studiously ignored the way her heart skipped a beat and began beating faster at the thought that he was asking because he wanted to do things with her. That probably wasn't going to happen. They were going to part ways in the morning and she'd probably never see him again.
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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 20, 2016 17:41:45 GMT -8
"Well I was wondering if you'd like to spend some more time together. You are new to Thorun and I have a few days before I have to leave. It would be a nice way to spend that time."
Aesen gets about half way through this before he has to avert his eyes. A small blush that has little to do with the wine coloring his cheeks. He didn't really know why he found Lisere's company so enticing. She was pretty yes, but he'd known lots of pretty girls. She was also nice, but again he'd known many girls who were nice. And it wasn't as though he didn't know girls who had both those traits. But none of them appealed to him as much as Lisere. She was just soooooo bright. He didn't know how else to put it.
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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 20, 2016 17:50:49 GMT -8
His response made her eyes widen, and then she was looking away, gazing into her wine while her face reddened and her lips curved into a silly smile. Aesen wanted to spend time with her. With Lisere the tiefling cleric of Tymora. She repressed the sudden urge to squeal in delight at that knowledge, and instead tried to hide her smile in her cup by taking another sip of her wine. Between the wine and the ale she'd consumed earlier, she was pleasantly warm and just the tiniest bit fuzzy. It turned out that hiding her smile in the goblet in an attempt to get rid of it was entirely pointless, as the expression remained when she lowered it, and her eyes were shimmering brightly as she looked over at him again.
"I.. I'd like that a lot, Aesen."
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