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 19:42:38 GMT -8
Aesen watched as Lisere undid the bundle of her hair. He watched it enraptured for a moment. The purple locks were certainly beautiful and to see them so free was enticing. Shaking his head he realizes that he had stopped in place to stare. He smiles sheepishly at her and continues their walk. Eventually they came to a little bakery and he stopped. The smell of fresh bread mingled with the sea breeze.
"Would you like to get a couple of pastries and maybe something to drink?"
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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 21:20:46 GMT -8
Perhaps it was her naivete, or perhaps it was that she was so wrapped up in what was going on around her, but Lisere didn't notice Aesen staring at her. Which was probably for the best, otherwise she likely would've deteriorated into a blushing, awkward mess, as she usually did when things of that nature happened. She was roused from her contented reverie by his question, and that made her realize there was indeed a bakery right there! The prospect of something tasty to munch on and perhaps a drink made her light up with a smile, and she looked at Aesen with shining eyes, nodding eagerly.
"That would be very nice. Thank you." With a spring in her step and her tail swishing happily behind her, she very nearly bounced into the bakery, peering around curiously at everything to be seen. So many tasty treats!
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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 22, 2016 6:58:16 GMT -8
The bakery had all kinds of treats on sale and Aesen purchased quite a few. Warm fruit filled pastries, sweet breads, jams, and cookies. He didn't limit the buying to sweet things either, he purchased a couple of warm meat pies as well as a decanter of chilled sweet wine. The wine was watered down so it would be refreshing and tasty without being too inebriating. His purchases were all placed within a wicker basket and with a grin Aesen turns to Lisere.
"What do you say we find a store selling a blanket. Then we can find a nice shady spot to have a picnic."
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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 22, 2016 10:25:11 GMT -8
Lisere hesitantly picked out a couple of items as well, a small loaf of bread that had cheese and nuts baked into it, a little cake filled with berries and cream, and a small flagon of mint tea. With their items in a basket, she looked over at Aesen curiously when he suggested getting a blanket. She looked puzzled, at first, at least until he suggested a picnic. She blushed, even as she lit up with delight at the prospect. It was.. almost romantic. She could almost fool herself into thinking that he was interested in her, and this was a date.
"A picnic would be lovely." Exiting the bakery, she popped up onto her toes, peering around the heads of other people as best she could in search of a shop where they might find a blanket. This wasn't the easiest thing, given she was quite short, but her luck was favoring her today - the crowd cleared, and she saw a weaver's shop.
"Found one! This way." Without thinking, she grabbed Aesen's hand and pulled him with her toward the shop. She was so lost in her excitement that she didn't even realize she was holding his hand until she was already pushing open the shop's door with her free hand. Then she let go of him as if she'd been burned, ducking her head while her cheeks flushed vividly, and she moved inside in search of a blanket appropriate for their intended picnic.
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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 22, 2016 11:18:03 GMT -8
It took some time but they found the perfect blanket. A thin but sturdy sheet in a white and red checkered pattern. Aesen took it to the weaver and purchased it. As the money was changing hands the kindly old woman looked between Lisere, Aesen, and the basket of food.
"A picnic date then? So nice to see a young couple enjoying the afternoon."
Aesen blushed furiously and stammered.
"Well yes I suppose it is a date."
He casts a shy gaze at Lisere then looks elsewhere.
"If my companion has no objection calling it such."
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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)
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 22, 2016 11:39:14 GMT -8
Lisere stayed close to Aesen, carrying the blanket as they moved over to the weaver, a smile on her face. A smile that became a wide-eyed look with lips slightly agape and cheeks flushed in mortification as the woman accused them of being on a date. She was about to deny that it was any such thing, but Aesen said it was. She looked at him with a mixture of hope and disbelief shining in her gaze, and a sound that was a sort of strangled squeak fell from her lips as she stared at him. He.. it was.. they were.. but she..? Clutching the blanket to her chest, she looked toward the weaver and blurted out the only thing in her head that wasn't a garbled sentence.
"Your work is lovely thank you for the blanket." Still holding the blanket as though it would protect her, she turned and hurried out of the building, waiting for Aesen outside.
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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 22, 2016 11:45:47 GMT -8
Aesen watched as Lisere sputter panicked and then bolted out the door. He tried to hide the pain that caused him by giving the shop keep a charming smile.
"I suppose she did."
He handed over the coin for the blanket and then proceeded outside. Lisere was waiting for him which eased the hurt somewhat. Without a word he lead her down to the beach front and working together they set up the picnic. Eventually his emotions and worries would get the best of him and he'd blurt out.
"So is 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 22, 2016 12:01:39 GMT -8
Lisere kept fiddling with the blanket as they walked, her tail twisting and lashing behind her in her anxiety. Aesen called it a date. Did that mean he wanted it to be a date? Or was he just being charming to the old woman for a reason she couldn't grasp? Once they reached a spot he found appropriate, she set about spreading out the blanket, being unnecessarily meticulous in making sure it was even and there were no uncomfortable lumps or something. She then sat on it, tucking her legs to one side and clasping her hands in her lap. She wasn't expecting Aesen to ask that question, and her eyes flew wide as she looked up at him.. then dropped her gaze again, fidgeting nervously, her cheeks filling with color before she finally replied in a timid voice.
"Do.. do you.. want it to be..?"
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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 22, 2016 12:07:27 GMT -8
"Well I Uhm.... maybe, I mean if you want it to be. Do you want it to be."
Aesen had started out looking at Lisere, but as he spoke his cheeks colored and he looked away. This was a lot easier to do when it was part of con. Something about asking her on a date because he liked her made it more embarrassing. Absently he picked up a piece of bread and he worried at it. Tearing it up without eating 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 22, 2016 12:10:56 GMT -8
Her heart thudded strongly in her chest. Maybe. That was.. that was better than 'No', right? Lisere was still trying to figure out what to say when words she hadn't planned on saying at all just kind of spilled out of her.
"I like you a lot and I'd also like it if this were a date." Embarrassed by how eager she sounded, her hands clapped over her cheeks, which were an even more brilliant shade of red than before. She ducked her head, looking down at the blanket beneath them as she mused that he must think she was such a graceless twit. There was no way Aesen would like her now, even if he had before, which was already pretty damn unlikely.
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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 22, 2016 12:21:01 GMT -8
"Well I like you and I would also like it if this was a date. So I suppose that means it is."
Aesen says this haltingly, still rather uncertain. Still he musters up the courage to look at her an smile. Even if she was current;y looking at the blanket. He absently pops the remains of the bread he was worrying into his mouth. After a moment he says with appreciation.
"Oh, that is very good."
It was the cheese and nut bread she had been worrying. He reaches into the basket for another piece and devours it. This time without tearing it into crumbs. Then he sets about pulling out more of the pastries, laying them out to be enjoyed.
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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)
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 22, 2016 12:33:11 GMT -8
Lisere's head shot up when he spoke, and she looked at him with a mixture of disbelief and slowly-growing joy. Finally, her happiness overwhelmed all else, and she smiled brightly, the expression almost making her eyes seem to glow with delight. Hesitantly, she moved closer to him, but didn't say anything yet. She was so happy that she was afraid if she opened her mouth, all she'd do was squeak. So she settled instead for trying some of the bread she'd picked out and he said was good. Taking a bite, she smiled, and spoke once she'd chewed and swallowed.
"You're right. It is very good."
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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 22, 2016 12:42:10 GMT -8
At this point Aesen was just grinning like a loon as he munched on bread. Every few moments he'd look at her. His grin would broaden and then he'd look away bashfully. He was on a real date. Not a con to gain the confidence of a noble daughter or a maid or some such. But an actual date with a girl he liked. It was a heady feeling and he inched just a bit closer to her. Close enough so that his hand brushed against her's, were they rested on the blanket. He pulled out the sweet wine he'd purchased and pours himself a measure. Take a sip he wonders if anything could possibly go wrong today.
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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 22, 2016 12:49:36 GMT -8
Lisere kept glancing at Aesen, and every so often, their eyes would meet, causing her to blush and look away with a shy but happy smile. When his hand brushed against hers, she jumped at first.. and then her hand moved a little closer, her littlest finger curling carefully over his, doing her best not to scratch him with her claw. The way he was acting.. it was almost like he'd never done this before. Which was strange, because he was so handsome and normal and she was sure lots of girls would want to date him. She grabbed a fruit-filled pastry and nibbled at it before looking at him, eyes bright and shining.
"I've never been on a date before.. this is.. really nice."
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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 22, 2016 12:55:54 GMT -8
"This is the first date I've been on, that wasn't well... part of a job."
Aesen admitted with a blush. She had said she wanted him to be honest so he would be. To distract himself from his own embarrassment at that admission, he grabbed another pastry. He almost chokes on the sweet sticky fruit and crust, he is in such a hurry to get it down. Coughing a bit he takes another drink of wine to clear his throat.
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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 22, 2016 12:58:56 GMT -8
Lisere's shock was obvious when he admitted that. Then her cheeks colored, and she moved even closer to Aesen. Laying her cheek against his shoulder and being very careful not to poke him with her horns, she murmured quietly.
"..I'm glad your first real date is with me." She smiled, still unable to believe she was on a date with him, and nibbled at her pastry again. She didn't understand how she could feel so many good things all at once and not explode. There was this weird but pleasant fluttering in her stomach, and her chest felt warm and fuzzy, and her heart kept beating too fast and hard and it felt like it was flipping over. And it all felt wonderful.
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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 22, 2016 13:09:24 GMT -8
"I am to."
Aesen murmurs in reply. It was very pleasant to have her leaned against him. Even if he did need to watch for her horns. He honestly found the horns to be a bit alluring. He knew most would be put off by them, but to him they were exotic. He liked things that were different and not entirely safe. After a moment working on an impulse he tips himself back, pulling her with him. Once they are both on their backs looking up at the sky he lets out a long breath. The sky is blue and dotted with little puffs of white. High above the distant shape of a Gauldish airship can be seen drifting towards the refueling depot in Carmela.
"It's beautiful isn't 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 22, 2016 13:14:11 GMT -8
Lisere finished her pastry, and was pondering lifting her head from Aesen's shoulder to grab another - this was quite a predicament, you see, as she was hungry, but she also really enjoyed being leaned against him, so she couldn't quite decide if she was that hungry or not - when he took her by surprise. Suddenly finding herself tipped over, she gasped, and blinked up at the sky. Oh. She was laying beside him, and they were cloud watching. She smiled, and her hand shyly found his, grasping it loosely so he could pull away, and gently because once again, claws. She watched the airship drift past with a sound of amazement - she'd never seen anything like that before. What made it work, she wondered? She was admiring a cloud shaped roughly like some sort of whale-type-creature when he spoke, and then she looked over at him, smiling.
"It is." She turned her head, looking back up at the sky, watching birds wheeling and crying in the sunshine and wind. "Every plane has beautiful places, I've discovered.. some more than others. But.. I think this is my favorite plane I've been to so far."
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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 22, 2016 13:23:45 GMT -8
"You've only seen one tiny island though. I think perhaps you should reserve judgement until you've seen more. I could show you, if you'd like."
Surprisingly it was easier saying these embarrassing things while looking at the sky. He'd said similar things to other women before. Those times though it had always been an act. A lie, words and promises he hadn't intended to keep. With her though he was being serious. He would enjoy showing her Gauldin, Carmela, Isra, Alban, and everywhere in between. He was a wanderer by nature and part of him had always wished for someone to travel with. Though he does wonder how'd she'd fit in with his chosen method of making money. Those worries fade away as he stares up at the sky though. He remembers a memory from when he was very little.
"I remember looking up at the sky when I was little. I wanted more than anything to fly. To be up there in the clouds on the back of a Pegasus. In Gauldin there is an order of knights who serve as the kings bodyguards. They all got Pegasi and they got to fly. Anyone could join if they could pass the entrance exam of the academy. I wanted that more than anything..."
His voice trails off as the memories wash over him. His childhood dream had ended one fateful day. Crashing down before it could even begin.
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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 22, 2016 13:30:39 GMT -8
"..As long as you're on this plane, it will be my favorite." The words were spoken so quietly, they were almost whispered. And she realized with some surprise that she didn't blush quite as badly because her eyes were fixed on the sky. Not looking at him made it easier to admit what she thought and felt. When he began to talk about his childhood, though, Lisere looked over at Aesen with curious eyes and a thoughtful expression. One which became sympathetic as he trailed off. Her tail twitched and thumped against the blanket between them, then slithered upward so that the slightly prehensile tip could loosely wrap around his wrist in a comforting gesture.
"Why didn't you become one of these pegasus knights?" Her tone was both curious and sad. Not achieving your dreams was painful. She'd had dreams of her own, as a child, though they were nowhere near as ambitious as Aesen's. She'd simply thought that she would become an adventurer, and while she was out exploring, she'd finally find her parents.
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