Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on Sept 12, 2016 21:04:54 GMT -8
Crovan blinked a couple of times... Did that really just happen? He turned to lady Naoki. The man was shell-shocked and spoke slowly and clearly, like his brain was overprocessing the words as they came out of his mouth, "There wouldn't happen to be a bath somewhere nearby, somewhere I could pick up fresh clothes aswell?"
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Sept 18, 2016 1:58:56 GMT -8
As Liz begins to retch, Naoki’s hands find their way up out of her pants very quickly and instead move to propel Naoki away from Liz about as quickly as she can move.
Which is to say, quite quickly.
Once all is said and done, and Liz seems to be about finished for the moment, Naoki finds herself- clad as she is in nothing beyond those feathered undergarments, halfway across the room, sort of half-crouching, eyeballing the proceedings from a safe distance. The look on her face is one of incredulity, irritation, and mild surprise; sentiments that are also displayed in the slow lashing of her tail.
Under her breath, perhaps not quite loud enough to be heard over the sound of Liz’ chucking, Naoki mutters, “For goodness’ sake, Liz.”
In response to Crovan’s inquiry, she stands upright- apparently not overly concerned with her relative lack of garments, and speaks, “Yes. Down the stairs you came up, the first door on the right, going down.”
Singling Liz out with one pointed finger, she continues, voice taking on a stern edge, “You. Once you’re quite finished, go help him clean up. When you’re both clean, come back up here. Leave the soiled clothing in the bath, and I’ll have it cleaned and returned. I’ll… see about the mess here.”
She gestures with a vague wave of the hand to the remains of her fort in which Liz and Crovan are seated, intending to suggest that she will take care of the spill.
The pair would find the bathroom to be quite a luxurious affair, done up primarily in white marble with pale blue ornamentation, and is easily large enough to fit quite a few individuals. They would find that it has everything one might need to clean one's self, and quite a few other tools beyond that, should one care to go digging about in the cabinets.
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on Sept 19, 2016 19:59:29 GMT -8
Crovan wasted no time in following Naoki's instructions. Hurriedly making his way to the baths. He took no time in appreciating the obvious luxury that was put into the construction of the baths. The large open pool filled with hot water, the several artistically crafted marble fonts that poured the steaming water into it, all of it was beyond his notice. Nay he was far too busy undressing. He undid his belt, removing his sword with it; he quickly undid the leather knots that held his jerkin in place, he slipped the leather off if short order revealing the dark cotton long sleeved shirt beneath; he made no pause in peeling the shirt off, revealing his toned muscles and the several wounds long healed into pale white marks across his thinly haired chest and torso. If not for the vomit on his head one might think him a handsome man, it's amazing what was negated with the smell and chunks of half digested Sakandian food that clung to his head and hair. His pants were stripped off with haste and before anyone could get a good look the man was in the water, nearly diving into baths. He could handle, blood and gore, dirt and grime, but this was beyond his level of disgust. He dunked his soiled brow beneath the water and stayed beneath rubbing his hands through his long dark hair. Lucky he was by the outflow of the bath and all the chunks flowed out with relative speed.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Sept 21, 2016 3:12:42 GMT -8
As Crovan took his cleansing bath, Liz staggered up to help but made it only a few steps before collapsing onto one of the couches near the bath doors.
"Fuck it..."
Soft snoring would emanate from.her direction almost immediately after collapsing, Liz was out like a light.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Sept 23, 2016 17:22:29 GMT -8
Watching as Liz collapses, Naoki doesn’t bother to mask her irritation, furrowing her brows and glaring as Liz’ comatose form. She couldn’t even bother to take off her soiled clothing.
Grumbling quietly to herself, Naoki slinks over to the sofa where Liz is lying and assists her by removing the dirty shirt, which she proceeds to utilise to wipe the majority of the sick off her face. Afterwards, the shirt is dropped unceremoniously to the floor beside the chair.
Without any further procedures, Naoki turns about on one heel and proceeds through the curtains at the back of the room into the area beyond. There she remains for the space of a few minutes before returning, a few items in hand.
The first, a simple wooden cup, halfway filled with a funny sort of off-whitish liquid. The second, a small, well made but otherwise unremarkable wooden box, of the sort that one might expect to find jewelry or other small items in.
Seating herself on the arm of the sofa nearest to Liz’ head, Naoki proceeds to eyeball Liz. After a minute’s worth of ogling, Naoki decides that Liz isn’t nearly as cute when she’s drunk as she is when she’s embarrassed, and resolves to attempt to dissuade her from further drinking in the future.
For the time being, however, it doesn’t seem like she’s going to be waking up. With this in mind, Naoki proceeds to open the box with one hand and dip the other finger in the cup. One would find- if they would care to look, that the box is segmented into four portions, each filled with a different color of some manner of clay. One blue, one red, another yellow, and the final black.
Dragging her wet finger across the black portion, some of the pigment comes off, clinging to her finger. Very carefully as to avoid getting it on herself, Naoki then drags her finger across the area between Liz’ nose and upper lip. Two careful strokes later, Liz is now the proud owner of a painted-on-mustache.
Next, Naoki dips her next finger first in the cup, then in the blue, and moves downward to Liz’ upper chest. Like this, Crovan would find Naoki upon his presumable return to the room. Still wearing the feathery lingerie, painting on Liz’ comatose form.
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on Sept 23, 2016 23:40:48 GMT -8
Crovan soon returned, clean and fresh, only a white towel hanging around his waist; he couldn't find much else to cover himself in the bath save his soiled clothes and he preferred not put those back on until they were clean. His hair was still damp and clung loosely to his shoulders and the sides of his face. His gaze settled upon the feathery Naoki at work. Crovan quickly saw what she was up to, a partial smile and a soft chuckled escaped him; the sound only thing besides his footsteps that could alert Naoki of his presence. Of course, he didn't say anything as he was rather curious to see her finished work.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Sept 24, 2016 19:18:44 GMT -8
While one pointed ear swivels in Crovan’s direction as he enters, Naoki’s focus remains on her canvas. As he approaches, he would be able to see rather clearly that Naoki doesn’t seem to be painting anything in particular, but rather creating abstract patterns. Tracing the contour of Liz’ collarbone with the blue, before switching to the black to add some wavy lines trailing down her chest.
Without a word, Naoki uses her free hand to slide the box of pigments and the cup over toward Crovan, gesturing to Liz’ lower half- still covered in pants. What she intends ought to be fairly clear, but how Crovan responds will be somewhat telling, she thinks.
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on Sept 24, 2016 21:41:48 GMT -8
Crovan looks at the box and then at Liz's legs. He delayed action for a moment, debating whether or not to do as Naoki bid. This seems mean... but then again she did throw up on his head... He bit his lip as he thought about it but decided that a nearly naked man stripping a drunk woman was wrong, he'd get his payback in other ways. "I think I'll pass, though she certainly deserves it," his words were almost a stifled giggle at the situation.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Sept 28, 2016 10:19:29 GMT -8
Shrugging slightly, Naoki continues her work. “Suit yourself.”
Leaving Crovan to do as he sees fit, Naoki proceeds to complete her pattern, furnishing Liz with a sort of necklace. Due to the way she’s lying on her back, Naoki isn’t quite able to reach around and complete the circle, but the front half of Liz’ chest is more or less completely painted. Special care is taken when painting around and over Liz’ more sensitive bits, Naoki intending to make her squirm a bit in her sleep, but no extra time is spent there, as that would ruin the color.
After a handful of minutes, it seems like Naoki’s work is more or less complete. Though she could continue down the arms and toward the legs, Naoki opts not to, instead nodding quietly to herself- apparently satisfied, and standing.
With two swift strides, Naoki closes the gap between herself and Crovan. Completely. Standing at her full height, Naoki’s eyes are roughly on level with his, and only a few inches away. As she maintains eye contact, Crovan would probably become aware of something warm, fleshy, and fingered creeping its way down the front of his towel to grab a handful of whatever may be down there. Her grip is firm but warm. Simultaneously, if not stopped, something fluffy would begin drawing small circles on the small of his back- a sensation he may find to be ticklish.
“So,” she begins, softly, but considerably more casually than one may be expecting considering the position of her hand, “How are you?”
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on Sept 29, 2016 1:49:03 GMT -8
The sudden and swift closing was a shock, but not one he reacted unfavorably to, but then her wandering hand explored his towel. Not something he was expecting; Crovan's eyes widened, an eyebrow raised while the other lowered and he took a single wide step back away from Naoki. Surely an understandable reaction considering her bluntness. He tried to answer her and only managed to spit out a stupid sound as he was processing Naoki's advances, "Uuuuuh... "
The lord didn't expect the turn of events, from Naoki least of all. Of course, the young lord should have, considering her attire. However, despite the confusion, certain parts of the lord were reacting favorably to Naoki's actions; something Crovan quickly did his best to cover with both hands. "I... um... Well, I'm doing better than her," he nodded his head toward the passed out Liz but he didn't take his eyes off Naoki. She was a quick one and instinct said to watch her closely, at least it was a pleasant sight.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Sept 29, 2016 20:56:13 GMT -8
Crovan would find it somewhat difficult to take too much of a step back, considering how Naoki is gripping him. And though she allows him a bit of leeway, she takes another half-step forward to match, adjusting her grip, even kneading slightly, and smirking all the while- clearly and unabashedly enjoying watching him squirm.
“Fair enough,” she offers, barely a whisper. His attempts to cover himself are ignored and largely futile- she isn’t letting go. He could attempt to remove her hands, but simply it isn’t going to help when her hand is wrapped as it is.
To further deepen his predicament, Naoki utilizes her tail to slide the towel off the rest of the way from behind, sending it downward to the floor. Holding him close, Naoki leans forward, causing the feathers of her upper garment to press into the front of his chest. Silently, her face only a few inches from his, she quirks one eyebrow upward in an inquiry as she simultaneously squeezes with the gripping hand.
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on Oct 3, 2016 20:17:15 GMT -8
Crovan let out what could only be described as a distressed squeal when her hand squeezed. What had he gotten himself into? Crovan's largest problem was not what was happening but how. The lord had not expected this to happen, much less the manner it was occurring. He was completely at her mercy, not even a towel to protect him from her advance.
He looked down at Naoki with a deer in the head lights kind of look. He gulped, for some reason feeling as if he had never been with a woman before. He closed his eyes for a moment collecting himself, opening them to reveal what could only be described as resolve. Of course, even Crovan's resolve might melt before Naoki.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Oct 5, 2016 9:02:32 GMT -8
Naoki’s smirk widens visibly at Crovan’s squeak. What an adorable little noise. However, she doesn’t squeeze again. Not yet. Overuse will break a toy.
Looking on as he composes himself, Naoki’s expression is one of expectancy- as if she’s expecting him to do or say something. After standing there for a moment, with Crovan’s package in hand, Naoki supposes that he’s simply going to stand there.
Though some of her momentum was lost in the stall, Naoki doesn’t seem discouraged. Releasing him, she takes another half-step forward and to the side with one leg, pivoting slightly such so that one of her feet is just between Crovan’s own. The skin of her inner thigh and leg brushes- nay, is pressed up against Crovan’s own, warm and unimaginably soft. Likewise, her feathered lingerie comes into contact with Crovan- also warm, even through the feathers.
Leaning closer such so that her lips nearly graze Crovan’s right ear, Naoki whispers, “May I?”
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on Oct 5, 2016 21:25:08 GMT -8
His pose became a more solid one as he adjusted to the situation. He closed his eyes as rubbed her skin against his and breathed in as he relished the feeling. Everything she was doing was inviting. He opened his eyes just after she spoke and turned his head just enough that one of his blue eyes settled upon her face. With a smirk and a new found hunger in his eyes, he parted his lips and two words escaped him, "You may."
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Oct 6, 2016 2:35:13 GMT -8
With this permission granted, Naoki stops wasting time with foreplay. Sliding the foot between his farther forward, she hooks it to one side before pushing abruptly with the palms of her hands against his bare chest. If executed properly, this motion ought to trip Crovan directly backward, into the pile of pillows she had positioned him by. After giving him a moment to land and reorient himself,
Crovan would find Naoki’s expertise to be the best bar none- assuming that Crovan has never been bedded by Cahryss, The Demonlady of Lust . Through her masterful understanding and practice of the art she makes sexuality, Naoki sees to it that the pair of them are enjoying themselves to a great extent, though she remains dominant throughout the proceedings. Crovan gets what he wants, but only how she deigns to give it to him and is made to reciprocate how she sees fit. As far as the content and the ‘how’ itself, Naoki keeps things relatively simple, but quite varied. Never the same position twice, often utilizing the suspiciously convenient furniture and walls of The Den to provide leverage. On and on she continues for hours, seemingly insatiable and uncaring of any limits Crovan might have. However, once all is said and done, several hours have passed and Naoki has seen to it that he and she both are well and truly satisfied- emptied and filled, respectfully. After lying next to him long enough for Crovan to pass out, Naoki rises and takes a few paces across the floor to select her feathered panties from where it was tossed. Moving back to Crovan, Naoki carefully slides it down over his face, as to cover his eyes and nose, but not wake him. Likewise, she takes the bra and affixes it to Liz' face like a set of goggles. Snickering and dripping, Naoki leaves the pair of them to rest, exiting The Den. Crovan will probably be a bit sore for the next few days and may be unable to attain satisfaction to the same extent with any other woman. Liz will probably wake with a bit of a hangover, and Naoki's drawings all over her upper body.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Oct 6, 2016 6:35:26 GMT -8
Liz had one hell of a hangover the next morning, to the point where she barely even registered removing the bra from her face. She noticed that she had awoken before Crovan, and gathered the parts of her clothing that had been scattered about and fixed them properly, quietly cursing at Naoki for drawing all over her. Memories of the previous night came crashing back as she moved about, and her face blushed red as she remembered vomiting all over Crovan. She had no desire to face him about that, so she moved quietly about, until she was ready to sneak her way back to her office. Perks of rank meant she had her own shower there, and thus her less than admirable behavior would be contained to those in the room.
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on Oct 6, 2016 10:21:40 GMT -8
Crovan awoke well after Liz left. His first action was to reach up and grab the panties off his face. He held them up and stared at them for a moment, allowing memories of the night before to return to his drowsy mind. "Well... that was fun." Crovan scanned the room finding himself alone. He tossed the panties next to the bra where Liz threw it. He sat up, his muscles screaming in agitation at his movements. It was clear the fun was over and Crovan quickly made his way again to the baths where he cleaned himself of sweat and fluid from the rather long night. The warm water did wonders for his sore muscles, even if only a temporary effect. Upon getting out and drying off He was happy to find his clothes were indeed cleaned, as Naoki promised the night before, and he proceeded to get dressed.
Crovan left the den looked back at the room for just a second wondering if a second night might happen with the lady, he made a fool of himself and felt the need to redeem himself before such a voracious woman. His mind wandered and he wondered what happened to Liz and how she would feel about it all.
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Oct 21, 2016 20:20:56 GMT -8
[Escort Arya Shieldheart and Jun of the Celadine from The Citadel Gate] After leading the way up the tower to The Den, the guard escorting Arya and Jun gestures to the closed door and addresses them both, “Lady Naoki will meet you here when she is able. She encourages you to make yourselves comfortable.” With that and a small nod, the guard begins to make his way back down the stairs, presumably to return to his post. Arya and Jun would find the door to The Den to be unlocked. Proceeding inside, they would find it to be more or less exactly as it tends to be in its default state. Clean, tidy, with the windows shut. Over the course of a few minutes, the room would warm itself considerably, up to the perhaps-a-bit-hot temperature that Naoki tends to prefer.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Oct 22, 2016 9:17:27 GMT -8
"Huh, I've never been in here before." She smiled at Arya before darting forward.
Jun makes a flying leap onto one of the couches and, after bouncing up and down, swivels upwards and stares up at the ceiling. The stunt had messed up her hair and ruffled her clothes. In fact, a bit of her midriff had been exposed by the bunched up silk cloth underneath her back. But she didn't really care. She sighed and tried half-heartedly to blow the strands of hair covering her mouth out of the way. "This couch would be a lot more fun if a bunch of people weren't about to die." She said despondently.
She raised a hand in the air and, with a flash of light, summoned two light constructs above her. The glowing, quartz like objects were models of a wooden sword and shield. With a finger wave she directed the two floating objects to bash into each other playfully, all the while making little "pew", "woosh", and "pachow" noises with her mouth. Despite this, her face was was visibly depressed.
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Oct 24, 2016 11:21:48 GMT -8
Arya herself would smile as Jun darted forward, leaping onto one of the couches. Arya herself would walk into the Den, taking time to appreciate the decor for a few moments before sitting on the couch near Jun. The paladin would quickly take off her white fur jacket once the temperature started to rise, revealing a similarly colored white shirt that she wore beneath. The article of clothing was quite light, short sleeved, and cut somewhat suggestively to reveal a bit of bare skin around Arya's collar bone and upper chest before ending in a v-shape just above her solar plexus.
Setting her white fur jacket aside Arya would nod solemnly, "Yes, but that is why I am here. To make sure people don't die. I know that there will still be people who die, but everyone single person that is saved will mean the world to at least someone, whether it be their family, or friends, or just the person the person in question who gets to keep their life."
Arya would fall silent, watching the small magical display Jun put on, complete with sound effects. Perhaps it would have been an entertaining spectacle in different circumstances. Arya sighed, sitting back on the comfortable couch to wait for Naoki to arrive.
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