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 23, 2016 20:41:36 GMT -8
Aesen was almost completely oblivious to Lisere as he ate. Like any teenage boy his thoughts were easily derailed by hungry. It isn't until he is soaping up the remaining broth, that he notices Lisere has barely touched her meal. He tries to catch her gaze and asks her curiously.
"Are you okay? I thought you liked the stew."
Indeed as he takes a look at her she'd barely touched her wine either. Frowning he asked his tone shifting to concern.
"Is your head alright?"
It seemed unlikely, but she might have a minor concussion. If shed did they should get her to a healer right away. These were the thoughts he was having. Coming up with solutions for problems he didn't know existed just yet.
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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 23, 2016 21:14:09 GMT -8
Lisere was oblivious to his attempts to catch her eye, and only looked up with a puzzled blink when he spoke. She gave Aesen a curious look, wondering why he asked, then looked back down at her bowl to see it was still mostly full. Oh. She hadn't even realized she wasn't eating.
"I do! I'm sorry. My mind was wandering and I guess I just forgot to eat. Let me.." And with a zeal - and an appetite - that might surprise him, given her small size, Lisere began to eat. Soon the bowl was near-empty and she focused on wiping up the dregs with bread and eating it in bits and pieces, in between sips of her wine. She really was hungry, she'd just been so distracted, she'd.. forgotten.
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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 24, 2016 6:28:24 GMT -8
Aesen watches bemused as Lisere practically inhales her stew. When the last dregs of her stew are consumed he lays a few coins on the table. Then he once again offers her his arm. There would be no dancing tonight unfortunately. Not after a day of walking, a narrow escape, and her fall. Instead he lead her back to his apartment. Once they are safely inside he falls onto the couch.
"Well that was quite the day."
His eyes are closed, but his voice is light and cheerful. He'd clearly enjoyed himself tremendously.
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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 24, 2016 9:09:39 GMT -8
Lisere took his arm and walked with extreme caution.. but it seemed her bad luck had expended itself all in that one uncomfortable tumble, and by the time they got back to his apartment, she was relaxed, smiling and with her tail swishing behind her. She followed Aesen inside and settled onto the couch with him, although not right beside him. She once again tucked herself into one of the corners, watching him with a small smile.
"Yes. Just one adventure after another, albeit of varying levels of intensity." Fleeing from the restaurant and bonking herself on the head had been definite low points.. their pleasant walk and the even more pleasant seaside picnic had been the highlights. She closed her eyes, remembering the way his lips had felt against hers - such a light, innocent touch, but it had been.. 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 24, 2016 9:42:48 GMT -8
"Still the best day of your life?"
Aesen asks inquisitively. Heaving a sigh he gets up from the couch and heads to the liquor cabinet. Grabbing two goblets and a bottle of fine Gauldish red. It seemed appropriate since they never got the wine from the restaurant. He settles back in next to Lisere, close enough that he can reach out and take her hand without too much of a stretch. He pours himself a glass and gives her a questioning look. Pouring or not pouring as she indicates. Then he leans back and murmurs gently.
"It's still certainly high on my list."
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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 24, 2016 10:05:26 GMT -8
Lisere's eyes flicked open at his question, and her gaze followed Aesen as he moved to retrieve the bottle and goblets. She remained silent even as he rejoined her on the couch, and she nodded her silent assent to the offer of wine, but still didn't say anything. Then after he voiced his own feelings on the day, the tiefling seemed to hesitate, before slowly shifting closer to him. Reaching out to take one of the goblets, her free hand moved to find his, her fingers threading into the spaces between his own with the utmost care. Only then did she speak in a quiet voice.
"Still the best day of my life."
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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 24, 2016 10:14:07 GMT -8
Aesen gently squeezes Lisere's hand. He still wasn't quite sure what he was doing. All he knew is that he was having quite a bit of fun doing it. The next few days would pass in a similar way. Aesen showing Lisere the sights and sounds of Thorun. Taking in the city and its inhabitants. Carefully avoiding the rich side of town. Until one morning a package arrived for him. Aesen would open it and smile broadly.
"A 200,000 gold coins in Gauldish bank notes."
He'd crow happily. It had been a three person job, not including Lisere. The carriage driver, himself, and the intermediary. Since he'd had the plan and done the majority of the work he got 200,000. The other two got 150,000 each. He was surprised that the negotiator had gotten so much. This was nearly half the merchants fortune. Then again if what was in those letters got out, he'd lose far more. Of course with this pay day, that meant is was time to get moving. He'd find Lisere, not hard in the small apartment and say still grinning.
"So I am moving. Heading back to Gauldin to enjoy my ill gotten gains. Would you care to come with 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 24, 2016 10:30:15 GMT -8
The days that followed were like a dream to Lisere. She kept expecting to wake up and find Aesen gone, herself alone and lonely once more. But every day, she woke up and he was there. And they explored the island and got closer and closer, though things remained chaste - they held hands and the only kisses exchanged were as light and fleeting as the first. Lisere was making breakfast that morning when she heard Aesen utter what could only be considered a cry of triumph. Dishing their food out onto plates, she was about to go seek him out and learn what had made him so happy, when the man himself moved into the kitchen and explained what happened. She nearly dropped the now-empty skillet she was holding, her eyes wide. He was going back to Gauldin.. and he wanted her to come with him? She quickly set down the skillet so she wouldn't drop it on her foot and looked at him with disbelief openly drawn on her features. It took her several long moments to find any words.
"..Are you sure?" She sounded like she wanted to be hopeful and excited but was afraid to do so. Their.. whatever it was they had was still so new and things were still a little uncertain. Especially when she was consistently squashing the little voice in her heart that kept trying to tell her she was falling in love with him, because that definitely was not happening. She couldn't let it.
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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 24, 2016 10:40:35 GMT -8
Aesen taps his chin with the envelope and studies Lisere intently. He muses aloud for a moment.
"Am I sure?"
His voice is speculative, but his grin is wicked. Clearly he already knows what he is going to say. He is just making a game of it. Finally me moves in close and studies her for a moment. Reaching out to take her chin in hand. He turns her head side to side, hmmm and haaaing. Until finally he declares.
"You are still Lisere!"
He declares after a moment. Making it sound like an exclamation of triumph.
"So yes I am quite sure I am asking you to come with 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 24, 2016 10:47:26 GMT -8
Lisere tried, and failed, not to fidget as Aesen seemed to consider her question - and her. Her tail twisted and lashed behind her as she clasped her hands, and her eyes widened when he grasped her chin, turning her head this way and that. Then finally he spoke, and her brows furrowed upward in a puzzled-yet-concerned expression at his words. And finally he answered her question. Relief flooded her, and then Lisere smiled, a small tilt of the lips.. which rapidly built into a beaming grin as she threw her arms around his waist. Hugging him close, she pressed her cheek to his chest, being careful of her horns as always - her tail, ever with a mind of its own, looped around his leg a few times in a manner that was strangely affectionate.
"Then yes. Nothing would make me happier than to go with you."
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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 24, 2016 10:56:30 GMT -8
"Well then we are going to need to get packing. Should also probably by you some more traveling clothes."
Aesen observes as he returns the hug. Wrapping his arms around her shoulders and holding her close. He lingers on the hug. She is oddly warm and quite soft. It is rather nice to just hold her close. After a moment he murmurs softly.
"We should really do this more often."
She can't see it, but he has his typical wicked grin in place. Though in his eyes there is a hint of genuine hope and longing.
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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 24, 2016 11:32:02 GMT -8
Lisere mused that she really liked having his arms wrapped around her. It made her feel safe and warm and he smelled really nice, and she liked him a lot so the contact was pretty amazing, in truth. She would have to find reasons to hug him more often, or at least end up in his arms in some manner. She couldn't help but giggle when Aesen mirrored her thoughts in speech, and she raised her head so that she could look at him shyly and smile.
"I'd like that.. a lot." She hesitated for a moment, then tilted her head up and brushed her lips lightly against his. She wondered what it would be like to be kissed properly, and the very thought made her blush so heatedly that when she pulled away from him, she couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze.
"Well um.. I ah.. we should.. probably eat breakfast. And then I guess I'll go.. find a shop and.. get some more clothes. I shouldn't be long and then I'll be back to help you pack. Should I grab lunch while I'm out?" ..She was babbling, and shut up the moment she realized it, her tail unwinding from around his leg to instead twitch and swish behind her in a highly embarrassed manner.
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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 24, 2016 11:38:18 GMT -8
"Couldn't hurt."
Aesen says as he eyes breakfast. He doesn't bother saying that by the time she got back he'd be packed. He didn't own much it was a thief's philosophy. Never acquire anything you weren't willing or able to leave behind. The furniture and bedding was all the land ladies, as were the pots and pans. Indeed the only thing he owned were his clothes and the liquor. Most of which they'd drunk in the last week. Settling into his chair Aesen set into breakfast with his usually enthusiasm. Another thief's axiom. Enjoy every meal like it's your last, because it might be.
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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 24, 2016 11:57:03 GMT -8
Lisere sat down across from him and dug in to her own breakfast. She'd made them pancakes with berries and various other toppings, and she enjoyed some with berries and a little bit of powdered sugar and honey. She ate quickly, sipping heavily-sugared and creamed coffee as she did so, then once she was done, stood with a stretch.
"Alright. I'll be back in a bit." Giving Aesen a smile, she turned and bounced out of the apartment, into the streets, whereupon she'd make her way toward the shops. Aside from traveling clothes, she decided it might not hurt to get a simple dress or two.. she liked the way Aesen had looked at her that first night. She wanted to see that look again, now that they'd confessed their mutual.. like.
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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 24, 2016 12:04:56 GMT -8
Aesen set about packing as soon as she was gone. Ten minutes later all of his possessions were stuffed into a duffel bag. The bank notes spread into several different secret compartments on the bag and on his person. With that done he tosses the bag on the couch. Then he wonders what to do with himself for the next little bit. Given that Lisere had awaken him before noon, he soon settles on taking a nap. Passed out on the couch mouth slightly open and softly snoring is how Lisere would find him on her return.
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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 24, 2016 12:09:43 GMT -8
After an hour or two, she made her triumphant return with a magical satchel - imagine that! Something that could hold as much as she put into it, no matter exactly how much that was, without weighing anything more than a few pounds, or becoming bulky and unwieldy. She was flushed with excitement. She had new clothes! And some of them were even pretty. Ducking inside, she peered around, and a fond smile quirked her lips when she saw Aesen asleep on the couch. Creeping over, she set the satchel down and settled on her knees beside the couch, reaching forward to gently brush his cheek with her fingertips.
"Aesen.. wake up. I'm back."
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 24, 2016 12:14:10 GMT -8
Aesen cracks an eye and looks at Lisere. Then he reaches up to grab her hand. If she let's him do so he'd immediately pull her on top of him so he can tickle her sides. After a few moments he'd relent. His next actions would be the same even if she didn't allow him to grab her hand. He'd get to his feet and say with a yawn.
"Well I'm ready to go, how about yourself?"
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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 24, 2016 12:20:16 GMT -8
Her breath caught when Aesen grabbed her hand, and then her eyes widened with a gasp as she found herself pulled on top of him. Oh..! And then he was tickling her! Lisere squeaked and wriggled a little, her tail twitching and flailing about, although the movements subsided when the tickling stopped. Giving him a look that was part amusement, part mock-betrayal, she huffed at him and blew a stray tendril out of her face when he let her go and stood.
"Yes, I'm ready." She stood as well, trying to push her unruly hair back behind her ears and horns, then grabbed her satchel and slung it across her body. Thus prepared, she gave him a beaming grin. Let the journey begin!
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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 24, 2016 12:28:38 GMT -8
"Then let's go."
Aesen says with a grin. He leads her down the stairs dripping off his key with the land lady. Who despite her many complaints seemed sorry to see him go. Then he leads her out the door and down to the docks and from there they board a ship heading to Gauldin.
<Exit>
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