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 18:30:45 GMT -8
"Well um... there we are. Should be fun."
Aesen stammers just a little bit when he sees her smile. It could brighten up a room. Which meant it was more than enough to make a teenage boys heart miss a beat. Taking another long gulp of wine Aesen eyes the bottle. Part of him wants another glass, another part of him knows thats a bad idea. Unfortunately he was a teenager with a few drinks already in him. So he did the not smart thing and poured another glass. It was a very tasty wine. After a moment he says, trying to think of a topic.
"You know you haven't actually asked me any questions yet. Is there anything you'd like to know about me?"
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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 19:30:05 GMT -8
Lisere continued to sip at her wine. There was still a fair amount left, and she wasn't much of a drinker so she didn't want to get drunk, and knew it could happen easily. She was taking it slow. Aesen's statement and the following question caused her to hesitate, and then she was looking down into the liquid that filled her goblet as she tried to think of how to phrase what she wanted to say. Her fingertips absently stroked the outside of the vessel, and her claws made a soft tink noise whenever they connected with it.
"..There are lots of things I'd like to know about you. But you seem like the type who doesn't like for people to know things about them. I don't want to make you not like me by asking questions you don't want to answer, so I figured I would just.. let you tell me whatever you felt like sharing."
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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 19:39:39 GMT -8
"You aren't wrong..."
Aesen murmurs into his goblet. We was surprised Lisere had noticed that about him. It was something he'd learned when he got into this line of work. How to get people to like you by asking them questions about themselves. Well also avoiding having them learn about you. The less people knew the easier it was to mislead them. Still he felt like he should offer her something. He felt like he owed her something after misleading him. Even if that was a ridiculous notion.
"But if you wait for me to talk about me you'll be waiting for a while. Why don't you ask me a few questions and I'll promise not to answer them if I don't want to."
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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 20:10:42 GMT -8
Lisere looked up at him, surprised by his offer. Aesen was willing to tell her things about himself? That.. filled her with a warm feeling that she couldn't place. He was putting at least a little bit of trust in her. He didn't seem like the type to trust easily, if at all, so that made her feel pretty damn special. With the wine in her system making her bolder, she scooted a little closer to him, then wondered why she did that as she blushed.
"Well.. I figure you're not really the son of a baron.. but where are you from? What's it like there? Do you have any siblings? What do you like to do when you're not.. robbing people? What sort of places have you been to and seen? What's your favorite color? Do you have a girlfriend?" That last question popped out of her mouth before she could really think about it, and when she realized what she said, she looked absolutely mortified. Ducking her head, she hid her face in her goblet and sipped at the wine, looking anywhere but at Aesen. Way to go, stupid. Now he's going to know you're just some dumb girl with a crush and he's going to give you the, 'You're nice, but I don't like you like that' talk.'
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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 20:24:17 GMT -8
The stream of question came from Lisere so fast it took Aesen a moment to process them all. The last one made him blush. He wondered why she'd asked it. Was she interested in him? Surely not they had just met this morning after all. She was probably just curious after all she asked a lot of questions. Most of them fairly inconsequential.
"Well..."
Aesen starts, then pauses to take a breath. It seemed like ages since he'd talked about himself. Though in reality it had only been a few years. Still it felt surreal to do it.
"No I am not a baron's son. Though I do have noble blood. I am originally from Gauldin though it's been almost five years since I left. Gauldin is a wonderful country for the most part. Peaceful, prosperous, great wine. A lot of history and magic as well. No siblings, not a lot of family on the whole really. My mother is dead as is my father, though I barely knew the man. I have an uncle, but he doesn't know I exist. When I am not robbing people I am usually planning my next robbery. That or just enjoying the sights and sounds of the city I am in. I've traveled a fair bit. I've seen most of Gauldin, a few of the islands between it and the mainland. I spent some time in Isra and Medan before it was taken over as well. I don't really have a favorite color, I guess violet or black would be up there though. And uhm, no I don't have a girlfriend."
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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 20:37:44 GMT -8
Lisere didn't look up, but it was apparent due to the ear tilted in his direction that she was listening to his words, and very closely. Her breath caught audibly when Aesen said he didn't have a girlfriend. He hadn't let her down easy. Could he maybe..? No, there's no way someone as handsome as him would ever be interested in a freakshow like her. She tried desperately to quell the hopeful voice in her heart that said maybe she could be his girlfriend, knowing that it wouldn't happen, and tried to make herself respond to him coherently.
"Gauldin... It sounds nice. Maybe I'll go there one day. I like to take time and explore the various places in a plane before I move on. I keep hoping that one day I'll find a plane I like enough to stay there forever, but so far, I've never found any place I cared enough about to think of calling it 'home'." Her tone was wistful. The clerics of Tymora that had raised her had cared about her to a degree, but no one had ever loved her. She assumed her parents had, but that they'd left her on the steps of a temple often made her wonder. She just wanted to be loved and have a home. Was that so bad?
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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 20:43:31 GMT -8
"Maybe it's about finding a person you care enough about."
Aesen murmurs softly. Then he realizes what he just said. To hide the flush of embarrassment he finishes his wine in one long pull. By the time the goblet is drained he has his control back. Setting the goblet down he gets to his feet and stretches. He lets out a long languorous yawn and then turns to Lisere.
"Well I think it's time for bed. I had a wonderful evening Lisere and I will see you in the morning."
He waits for her to retreat to the guest room. Once she has he puts out the oil lamp and goes to his own room. Though he would do less sleeping and more turning restlessly. The events of the day playing back in his head.
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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 20:47:17 GMT -8
Lisere went completely still when she heard those words from Aesen. It was almost like he was reading her mind. She had nearly finished her wine at this point, and she swallowed the last mouthful before setting the goblet aside, all in an effort to gather her courage and say what she so wanted to. Before she could, however, he was standing and moving away from her. She looked up at him with a mixture of surprise and disappointment on her face, but then she understood. It was just the wine talking. He didn't like her, didn't want her to care about him. Her heart sank, and she nodded in response to his words, then stood. Moving toward the guest room, she paused just outside the door and, unable to make herself look at him, spoke softly, her voice just loud enough to be heard.
"..I keep hoping I'll find that, too. Goodnight, Aesen." Moving into the room, she closed the door behind her and, after disrobing, crawled into bed. Curling up in the covers, she stared at the far wall until her vision grew blurry, and a restless sleep overtook her.
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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 20:51:08 GMT -8
It wasn't until the wee hours of the morning that Aesen found sleep. Once found he was loath to give it up. Even as the sun shone through the windows and the birds sang he dug in. Unless something happened to force him from bed, he'd sleep until the noon bells.
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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 20:57:14 GMT -8
Lisere stirred a couple of hours after the sun rose, its warmth waking her slowly. She stretched, sighed, and clambered out of bed to get dressed. Once she was fully clothed again, she exited the room and looked around in search of Aesen. It seemed he was either still asleep, or had left. She was betting it was the former. Feeling emboldened, she moved through the apartment in search of the kitchen - when she found it, a quick investigation revealed that there was no food to be had within it. Well, she would just have to remedy that. Vacating the apartment, she instead sought out the landlady, and despite the woman's comment the night before, she was entirely polite as she asked for some items to make breakfast with, and offered to pay for them. Whether or not she had to exchange a gemstone for the food, she would soon return to the apartment with a basket full of various breakfast items, and move back into the kitchen. Once there, she set about cooking a full breakfast, humming quietly off-key to herself as she worked. She didn't know why she wanted to surprise Aesen with breakfast. She just.. did.
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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 21:04:52 GMT -8
The land lady provided the food without complaint. Indeed she noted she'd be happy not to cook that day. Aesen apparently payed her extra to prepare his meals when he was in. Aesen stirred awake when he heard the sounds of pots and pans in the kitchen. His sleepy mind was quite confused by this. Did he even own cook ware? Oh, yes right it came with the apartment. Wait how was cooking? His land lady used her own kitchen. Who else was her. No one but Lisere. LISERE! Aesen sudden;y remembers that the Tiefling girl has stayed the night. He hadn't meant to sleep, he'd meant to get up early and take on a tour of the town. Rolling out of bed, he thugs to the floor dragging his bed spread with him. After a moment the sleep addled boy gets to his feet and heads into the living room. He was still wrapped up in his bedding when he stumbled into the main room.
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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 21:12:21 GMT -8
Lisere heard the thud and smiled, but didn't call out to him. She just continued cooking, making eggs and bacon and sausage and potatoes and toast. She flicked an ear in his direction when she heard him enter the room just outside the kitchen, and she quickly dumped the food onto plates before moving to greet him, poking her head around the doorframe to give him a small, shy smile.
"Good morning. I'm sorry if I woke you. I just..." And then she trailed off as she realized he was wrapped in the covers, but she could see glimpses of bare skin. Was he.. naked? Heat surged into her face, and she quickly whirled away, her tail lashing and twitching and curling wildly.
"I um.. ah.. sorry.. b-breakfast is ready.. whenever you um.. want to eat..." She moved back into the kitchen, moving idly about as she assembled milk and juice and coffee to drink. She felt so unbearably awkward.
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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 21:17:38 GMT -8
Aesen blinked at her blearily. He still wasn't entirely cogent. So he moved to the table and plopped down. He reaches one hand out from the covers revealing that at the very least he is naked from the waist up. He grabs a piece of toast and starts munching. He mumbles out voice still thick with sleep.
"You are a lovely thing to see first thing in the morning."
This is accompanied by a sleepy smiles as he chews on the toast. Under the blankets his dark hair can just be seen. It is feathery and ruffled. The whole effect makes him look a bit like a child. A child with a well toned chest that can just be glimpsed through the sheets.
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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 22:15:10 GMT -8
Lisere did everything she could not to look at him as she bustled the food out to the table, along with small pitchers full of things to drink and glasses to pour them into. Only then did she finally settle across from Aesen, and even then, she didn't look at him. She kept catching glances of bare, toned muscle and flesh in her peripheral vision, and it made it impossible to meet his gaze. She was about to take a bite of her breakfast when he spoke, and she dropped her fork, fumbling it until it plunged tines-first into the table and stood there, upright and quivering. It appeared her luck was doing its tricks again, and she tugged the fork free with an anxious stammer.
"I um, well, thank you, I suppose. I hope you slept well. And I hope you enjoy your breakfast." She stuffed food in her mouth in a desperate venture to quell her nerves.
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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 21, 2016 8:19:37 GMT -8
"Mmmph."
Aesen grunts in response, his mouth full of toast. Once he swallows the mouthful of toast he pours himself some coffee. He drinks the hot beverage slowly. Each sip brings him more and more to wakefulness. Which means he eventually realizes that he is sitting almost naked at the table with Lisere. This makes his eyes snap open wide and he chokes on a mouthful of coffee. He gets to his feet stammering apologies and heads back to his room. Emerging a few moments later mostly dressed, pants and a loose fitting shirt.
"Sorry about that. I'm not really a morning person."
Aesen says with a sheepish grin as he sits back at the table.
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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 21, 2016 11:21:59 GMT -8
Lisere still didn't look at him, only nodding and murmuring something intelligible that sounded like understanding and assent as he vacated the room. When Aesen returned mostly dressed, she hazarded a look up at him, and visibly relaxed. A smile appeared on her face as she blushed, turning her attention back to her food.
"It's alright. I like mornings, but I know not everyone does. I'm sorry I woke you up. I just wanted to do something nice for you, as thanks for letting me sleep in your guest room."
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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 21, 2016 12:06:04 GMT -8
"I was happy to do so, but you're welcome."
Aesen grins and smiles at her. Lisere's blush bringing a blush of his own to his cheeks. By the sky he had to admit he had a crush on Lisere. Silly since he had only known her for a day. He'd always thought he was above such silly things. Apparently it just took a pretty girl, with a personality like sun shine though. Shaking his head he realizes he's been staring at her rather than eating. Blushing he once again turns his attention to breakfast.
"There isn't much by way of attractions in Thorun unfortunately, but there is one thing. I figured we'd walk the perimeter of the island. There is a lovely trail around and it takes an hour or so to walk. Takes you by a few different shops. It's quite the popular thing to do for young couples to do...."
Aesen trails off as he realizes what he just said. Then he blushes again.
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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 21, 2016 17:30:57 GMT -8
Happily eating her breakfast, Lisere looked up at him with a curious expression as he began to speak of what they could do. No attractions didn't bother her. In fact, the prospect of going for a walk around the island's edge, seeing the sights and some shops, seemed to excite her. Though her cheeks flushed vividly when he said 'young couples'. Was that what they were? No, of course not. They barely knew each other, and all their interactions had been perfectly innocent, with no romantic connotation. Looking away from him and down at her food, she smiled shyly.
"That sounds very nice. I would love to go for a walk around the island. It would also probably help support your story, in case any rumors started flying around.. might be good to be seen together in public for a day or two."
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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 21, 2016 17:46:32 GMT -8
"I'm not too worried about getting caught. The wonderful thing about black mail is that once you have it, the victim can't afford to let it get out."
Aesen notes with a wicked grin. It appears as though he takes some pleasure in what he does. Once breakfast is consumed and the kitchen cleaned he escorts Lisere out of the house. The landlady waving goodbye to the pair as they go. Once they are on the main street he leads her down to the harbor where they set about walking the path around the island. It is a pleasant walk, their noses greeted by a mixture of fresh sea air and flowers. The cobbled path made for easy walking and there were many stores to stop and poke their noses into.
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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 21, 2016 19:15:32 GMT -8
Breakfast eaten and the detritus cleaned up, she happily left the apartment with Aesen, waving farewell to the landlady as they went. The closer they got to the harbor, Lisere could smell the sea air, and she tilted her head up to sniff appreciatively at the salty breeze. Ahh, but she loved that scent. The additional smell of flowers surprised her, but she giggled, pleased by the mixture. The wind rose and she couldn't resist - the hand not tucked into the crook of his arm lifted, her claws easily plucking at the twists and knots her hair was bound into, releasing the entire lavender mass to be caught and ruffled by the breeze. It felt absolutely wonderful, and she sighed as the strands that fell to the middle of her back were tossed about and teased by the playful wind.
"This is delightful."
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