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 Jul 25, 2017 19:40:48 GMT -8
Rather than following Arya directly into the bath, Naoki first makes a detour to one of the room’s cabinets. Bending to reach into it, she pulls a glass bottle filled with a purplish liquid. Sliding gradually down into the tub, she shivers. It’s convenient not having to undress, she thinks.
Turning an ear to listen, Naoki considers the question for a few moments before responding, “A few hours, is the short answer.”
Standing waist high, she removes the cork from the bottle and begins to pour its contents out into the tub slowly. It smells of lavender - bath oil.
She then continues, “I intend to travel via portal once my presence is required. Or perhaps go soon and spend some time aboard the ship. I’m unsure.” She doesn’t seem particularly enthused about the topic.
Having poured the entirety of the bottle into the bath, Naoki corks it and sets down alongside other assorted bathing implements at the end of the basin. Over the course of the next few minutes, the oil diffuses throughout the water, adding a few essential oils and the aroma of lavender. Task complete, Naoki settles in, seating herself a portion of the way around the edge of the tub to Arya’s left, as to sit across the diameter would be a significant distance.
As she sighs, Naoki’s ears visibly relax, as if deflating. After a moment, she remarks, “It’s a shame Forni is still asleep. … He’s very helpful in bathing, what with all his little tentacles and all.”
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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 Aug 8, 2017 8:13:48 GMT -8
Arya nodded in response to Naoki's last remark, as she began cleaning herself, starting with her feet and then working her way up her legs, utilizing the various bathing implements available to her, "Yeah, he really does seem like he is quite useful to have around..." she echoed, seemingly preoccupied with other thoughts, and that she was.
Despite being a paladin, someone who was trained to fight with swords in heavy armor, she had never actually been in a large scale battle, let alone a war. She could only imagine the chaos it would bring if she were to encounter actual combat, a prospect Naoki probably didn't have to think about. Arya had found Naoki's words to be reasonable before, that the Goraian soldiers did not want to fight, and that they would likely surrender and defect quite easily as they did not fight to defend their homeland, they only fought because they were forced to out of fear. Still, however, Arya was worried and scared.
She had forgotten about the coming war for that last blissful night, but once reality came knocking again, it struck quite hard. Deep in thought, Arya had realized she had fallen silent for quite some time and had actually finished cleaning herself off idly as her mind wandered.
Arya stood up then from the tub, the water, scented in lavender and the soap she had used, rolling off her form, and dripping from her wet hair. She would get out, drying herself with a nearby towel before wrapping her long silver hair in it to keep her from dripping water everywhere, "...I need to go get some things ready before we leave, perhaps we can meet here again in a few hours when it is time to leave," she suggested, taking a bath robe from a hook on the wall near the door and putting it on, "Last night and early this morning was very fun, maybe we could do it again sometime after all of this," Arya said, offering a hopeful smile. She would pause for a moment at the door to give Naoki a chance to offer her farewells before she left. She would go upstairs once again, locate her clothing that was probably still strewn about the hospitality den, put it on, and then leave the citadel.
She had been staying in Isra for some time in a small out of the way tavern with quite reasonable rates for their rooms. She would go there to gather whatever things she needed to take with her and then report back to the Citadel and head off to fight the war in Goraia.
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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 Mar 13, 2018 2:07:07 GMT -8
After a short walk through the hallways of The Citadel, the page boy arrives at his destination with Robert Fletcher and Dixie Starr. Gesturing, he indicates a door which, as they would be able to see as he opens it, leads to a staircase spiraling its way up a tower. Pulling back, the page executes a perfect bow and delivers the message. “The Empress would have you proceed to the top, and know that she will be with you shortly.” Robert and Dixie would find the staircase unremarkable as they traverse its 307 steps to reach the top, passing 9 doors. There at the top, they would find a small landing and another door. The door is unlocked, and beyond it, they would find The Hospitality Den. The room takes up the entirety of this, the top floor of the tower. Entirely ringed with windows that look out over the city, the wall between these windows are covered with diaphanous swathes of fabric in shimmering gold, night-dark black, and varying shades of red. This is a color scheme continued into the heavy velvet draperies that can be released to cover the windows, blocking the light from outside. The high domed ceiling is evidently under the effects of an enchantment that has it reflect the night sky above, perfectly displaying a scaled-down version of the heavens and the constellations above. Flimsy curtains and barriers conceal most of the room’s contents from view, but it would be very easy to wander in and explore. Here near the door, there’s a wardrobe, for one’s coat, and a sofa. Apart from the sound of a fire crackling somewhere nearby, the room is silent. It seems as if Robert and Dixie are left to their own devices for the time being.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Mar 13, 2018 11:46:26 GMT -8
Handing the page boy a rather generous tip, Robert took Dixie by the arm and led her up the stairs. He'd never been to this part of the citadel before, and had been under the impression that it was some sort of parlor for entertaining guests. The stairs seemed a bit excessive, but he supposed that the Empress likely didn't want to be disturbed while in here. He hung up his jacket in the wardrobe and peeked out the window at the view outside, wondering how many other people had seen the city from all the way up here. Stepping away from the window, he returned to the center of the room, setting the chocolates on the table and leaning down to offer Dixie a soft kiss.
"Look at you, Dixie...catching the eye of the Empress herself. I knew it was a good idea to bring you up here. You're destined for so much more than running that little inn back home, I can tell you that much."
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Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Mar 13, 2018 12:07:25 GMT -8
Dixie was quiet for most of the trip up, left speechless by the sheer disbelief of what was happening. It didn't seem real at all, it had felt like an idle dream back in the arena...but here they were now. As she stepped into the room, she turned to accept Robert's kiss and sat down on the couch, almost jittery with excitement. Robert was right, it had been a good idea to come up to the city. He couldn't possibly have anticipated this though, could he? She stared up at the constellations on the ceiling for a moment before turning to a mirror hanging on the wall and taking the time to make sure everything was just right. Hair was checked, makeup was touched up, and her already very uplifting corset was cinched up just right to make sure that she made a good impression.
"Who would have thought...I wonder if she had this place specifically built for this kind of thing. The stairs seem awfully impractical though...I wonder why it's so high up here."
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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 Mar 13, 2018 17:10:30 GMT -8
One of the many features afforded by The Hospitality Den's special construction is such that from within, one is able to clearly hear any approaching up the stairs, on account of their creakiness. As such, Naoki’s footsteps betray her approach before she’s able to open the door.
Entering, she immediately closes the door behind herself and eyes each of her guests in turn.
“I didn’t know this was a formal event,” she teases, cracking a smirk. “It seems I’ve come underdressed!”
And indeed, The Empress would be underdressed for most social events, wearing only thigh high stockings and two pieces of exquisite but entirely (intentionally) ineffectual lingerie. Slinking her way over to Robert, she reaches out to test the fabric of his sleeve between her fingers. She isn’t surprised to find it genuine.
“Very nice outfits, though,” she says. Seemingly genuine praise.
“Put them away.” With one sharp finger, The Empress indicates the wardrobe, the command clear.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Mar 13, 2018 18:42:06 GMT -8
Robert wasn't sure what he expected as he heard the creaking stairs, but was confident that he wouldn't be disappointed. He was right. As the door opened and the decidedly very glorious empress stepped through, his eyes widened in surprise. He'd expected something more subtle, less forward...but she didn't become the Empress by being mild, he supposed. Besides, it wasn't as though he was complaining. When she ordered him to put his clothes away, he complied immediately. After all, it wasn't good to keep a woman like Naoki waiting.
"Right away, Empress. By the way, can I interest you in some chocolate? It's my uncle's...specialty blend. Made by request only, and kept behind the counter."
Turning to Dixie, he saw that she was hesitating and grabbed her gently by the hand, tugging her towards him.
"Come along Dixie, no need to be shy."
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Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Mar 13, 2018 19:25:19 GMT -8
Dixie gasped, staring at Naoki in shock. She hadn't possibly imagined something like this! Her face flushed bright red as her eyes slid down the Empress's supple and remarkably underdressed form. The tailored lace didn't really hide much at all, and she wasn't sure what to say. How could she possibly know? She'd never so much as seen anyone more important than the mayor of her little town before this week, and now she was standing before the ruler of one of the most powerful countries in the known world, seeing everything that the woman had to offer. What was she to do? She'd grown up in a tiny town, this was way over her head! She turned to Robert, and the touch of his hand restored some of her confidence. Looking back at the Empress, she took a deep breath and clutched her hands to her chest. This was her chance, the opportunity of a lifetime. Why should she throw it away, when all she had to do was what she'd been best at all her life? She slipped her fingers under the deep, plunging neckline of her dress, hesitating for just a moment before ripping it open. She grinned, allowing the torn bodice to slide off and fall to the ground.
"This dress cost more than everything I owned growing up. Such a shame, don't you agree? I sure did like it."
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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 Mar 15, 2018 0:48:45 GMT -8
The Empress’s smirk widens. Robert’s still trying to play it cool, of course, but Dixie’s reactions are excellent. She’s still young, naive, and beautiful, if not quite unspoiled. This will be much fun. Though, the dress’s sacrifice was unnecessary.
“It was,” The Empress agrees. “It would have been fine just to take it off, there was no need for that.” Her tone is casual and largely unconcerned. For Naoki, today is Tuesday.
With the same casual flippancy, The Empress waves a negative in Robert’s direction while she looks at Dixie deeply and thoroughly. “No, thank you.” After she’s finished, The Empress runs the tip of her tongue across her upper lip and winks at Dixie—just for fun, before stepping away.
“I have magic,” The Empress states bluntly, placing her hands on her hips. “Excellent magic.”
Her tone leaves little doubt as to what sort of magic she’s referring to.
“Would it be quite alright with each of you for me to use it on you?” she asks, looking between the two of them.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Mar 15, 2018 10:17:30 GMT -8
Robert watched the torn dress fall to the floor, casting a hungry gaze over Dixie's body. The dress had been expensive, but he hardly cared at this point. He could afford to get her a new one or have it repaired, and there were more important things for him to worry about right now. This was why he'd brought her to Isra in the first place, and why he'd pursued her when they were younger. Of course, this was also part of the reason Roxanne disliked him so much, and probably had something to do with her rather unfortunate nickname...but none of that mattered now.
"There's really no need to be so dramatic, Dixie...but I appreciate the enthusiasm. And Empress...I, uh, can't speak for Dixie, but I'm certainly fine with magic. I don't think I've ever had magic used on me before, though I have little doubt that yours is absolutely excellent..."
He was indeed trying to play it cool, but the facade was beginning to crack. His face started to flush red as Dixie disrobed, and he couldn't help but glance between the two women, unable to decide which he'd rather keep his eyes on.
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Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Mar 15, 2018 12:17:27 GMT -8
Dixie's eyes widened as she caught Naoki's wink. Was this really happening? She had a sudden urge to pinch herself, to try and see if she was dreaming...but if this was a dream, she didn't want to wake up. Here she was, standing with Robert and the Empress of Isra, with nothing but a few scraps of lace between the three of them. She really was moving up in the world. When Naoki mentioned the magic, she hesitated for a moment. Despite her rather extensive experience, magic was something that was completely foreign to her. It was new, exciting, and somewhat scary.
"I...I would love that, Empress."
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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 Mar 15, 2018 20:49:29 GMT -8
“Oh, you will,” The Empress assures Dixie. Though, the way she says it, it almost seems like a threat. Turning abruptly on her heel, Naoki moves through one of the curtains into another portion of The Den. “This way,” she calls. Upon following her, Robert and Dixie would find themselves in another ‘room’ of sorts, walled in with similar hanging curtains. If the sense of grossly superfluous luxury and wealth was not strong enough already, it may become so at this point. From the carpet to the bed sheets to the golden chandelier, every item in the room is of the highest grade available, intended to provide the ultimate in comfort and look good in doing so. Proceeding into the room, The Empress spends a moment to poke about and ensure everything is in order after the last cleaning. Depending on where their eyes are, Robert and Dixie may notice that the rose tattoo on Naoki’s inner thigh has shifted from black to red. Everything seems to be fine, and The Empress nods to herself before turning back around. “ Robert.” She points. “On the bed. On your back, limbs spread.” “Dixie, over here.” Standing next to the bed, The Empress indicates a position on the floor to her immediate right.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Apr 13, 2018 16:15:49 GMT -8
If there was one thing that Robert was sure of in the world, it was that the Empress's orders were to be obeyed immediately and without question. Bad things happened otherwise. Besides, this one seemed...interesting. He followed her into the room and laid back on the luxuriously trimmed bed, splaying out his limbs as she directed. He eyed her tattoo as it turned red, wondering idly what on earth that could mean. He'd heard rumors about a tattoo, about forbidden arts and demonic contracts, but of course those were just rumors...weren't they? All sorts of tales circulated, from foreign policy to gryphons. Robert didn't generally believe much of it, and he certainly didn't ask. His job was more important than idle fantasies, after all.
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Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Apr 13, 2018 16:27:45 GMT -8
Dixie followed the Empress as well, gazing around in amazement at the finery surrounding her. Just when she thought things couldn't get any more luxurious, the Citadel surprised her once more. She stared at the chandelier, entranced, before snapping out of it as Naoki commanded her to stand off to the side. Stepping over to where she was pointed to, she smiled shyly at the cat-eared woman, hesitating for a moment before speaking.
"Empress...what do you intend to do?"
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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 Apr 19, 2018 9:27:07 GMT -8
“Many things, Dixie, many things...” Reaching under the side of the bed, Naoki gropes about, looking for something.
“However,” she continues, pulling out one end of a red skilen rope, “The first thing I intend to do is teach you how to tie a knot. Look here.”
“What we want to do is tie poor Robert down, but not in such a way where it will squeeze his extremities off. So we’ll take the rope and his ankle…”
Grabbing one of Robert’s ankles, she yanks it closer, as to be easier to work with. Ignoring whatever comments he might have, she continues speaking to Dixie.
“First, we loop it around right here, above the joint. If you tie around the joint, you run the risk of breaking him. Then bring the rope under, across itself like this, another loop, then cross it back, up through here, down through there, and arrround for a third loop in the other direction like… this. And then pull the slack through here.”
“Tying it like this makes it such so that no amount of pulling on his part will pull tighten the rope or loosen the knot." To demonstrate, she yanks the rope a bit. "Once we’re finished with the other knots, we’ll come back and tie the other end here at the right length, so he’s centered.”
“Now,” she says, “You try his arm. I’ll help.” Motioning, she gestures to the adjacent corner of the bed, under which Dixie would find an identical rope.
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Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Apr 29, 2018 20:42:31 GMT -8
Dixie watched, entranced, as the Empress looped and tied the rope just so around Robert's ankle, with just the little bit of a squirm as the silk tickled his skin. The way she tied it so deftly and easily told a tale of plenty of experience and practice, something that Dixie admired. When Naoki suggested that Dixie try it for herself, she didn't hesitate for a moment as she pulled the rope from under the bed. Smirking smugly at Robert, she looped the rope carefully around his wrist, tying it off like the empress had showed her. The knotwork was a little sloppier than the empress's flawless ties, but would be serviceable enough for their purposes. Smirking smugly, she bent down and kissed Robert on the forehead, just like he tended to do whenever she was upset at him.
"How's that, Empress? I've never used ropes like...this before. Still, it seems like fun, and I'm always excited to learn new things."
She smiled at the Empress, gently patting Robert's cheek.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Apr 29, 2018 20:59:41 GMT -8
Robert wasn't bothered in the slightest by the ropes, quite the opposite. Unbeknownst to Dixie, he had done this sort of thing before. While it wasn't exactly his favorite thing in the world, it seemed that the Empress was rather fond of it, and he was loath to deny her indulgences. Having Dixie get into it as well worried him a bit, but he figured that it was all part of having her learn from the Empress. When she kissed him ever-so-sweetly and slightly condescendingly, he chuckled and tried to brush her hair away from his face. However, he found that his other hand was tied down as well, almost without his noticing. When had that happened? Clearly, the Empress of Isra worked much faster when she wasn't tied down by bureaucracy.
"She's a fast learner, Empress Naoki, as I'm sure you can see. She's got quite deft fingers too, from all the...needlepoint and sewing she does."
He tilted his head away from Dixie's hand as she gently stroked his face, the only real form of resistance that he could muster.
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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 2, 2018 15:11:07 GMT -8
“Needlepoint?” The Empress sits on the side of the bed to give Robert a few experimental tugs. It seems like he’s ready. “Is that what they’re calling it, these days?”
Taking Dixie by the shoulders, The Empress maneuvers her about to the foot of the bed such that she might look down upon Robert. Standing behind her, Naoki slips one hand between Dixie’s legs and uses the other to ever-so-gently push on the small of her back, bending Dixie forward until she would be gagging—were she not so skilled with needles.
“There we are…!” Naoki says, pleased with things so far. “Just like that.”
The Empress takes the hand on Dixie’s back away and leaves her to it for a moment, gently teasing with her other hand. Then, Dixie would feel something touch her. Something that didn’t quite feel like a finger. Then something else begins to slither around her thigh—and it definitely isn’t The Empress’s tail.
Should Dixie move as if to get up and look behind her, The Empress’s hand would be there on the back of her head to hold her down. “Ah-ah-ah—you stay there until the job is done.”
They would remain on this lesson until Dixie is successful, at which point they would proceed to An Introduction to Tentacles. While Dixie recovers, The Empress would then teach Robert obedience and self-control. After that, it would be time for some more rope exercises, followed by Tentacles 102, this time with Robert participating. After Snack Break, The Empress would administer an assessment, challenging them both to put what they’d learned into practice.
Neither Robert nor Dixie would remember anything past the assessment, but evidence suggests that the night continued for some time after that. How The Empress fit all of these activities into a single night is anyone’s guess, but a good guess would be “very responsible use of time magic.” The two of them would wake sometime the following day, tucked in together in the bed. The Empress is nowhere to be found, but she had breakfast sent up. Next to the bed on two little stands, there are two little trays of food. Scrambled eggs with bacon, a biscuit, and plenty of water.
At some point during the night, The Empress found Robert lacking and decided to remedy the issue with magic. It was one of her best ideas in a while, but at the time she did not give any thought to the potential permanence of the spell or how Robert’s pants might or might not fit the following morning. In addition, Robert sustained some bruises and will likely feel sore for some time.
Dixie, for her part, came out relatively unscathed. She will be sore, definitely, (both of them may be well suited sitting on cushions for the rest of the week) and likely also rather bloated, but otherwise none the worse for wear. The two of them would be free to eat, dress—perhaps clean themselves first, and show themselves out.
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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 29, 2019 13:01:34 GMT -8
Khepri is provided with tea and biscuits and told that The Empress will see her shortly. After almost an hour, a new pageboy comes to tell Khepri that The Empress will see her now, and would she please follow him. Rather than heading a few doors down to The Throne, the pageboy leads Khepri on a jaunt to the back portions of The Citadel that aren’t explicitly prepared for guests. He leads her up a goodly number of stairs to a room in one of The Citadel’s smaller spires. Pushing the door open, he gestures for Khepri to enter while he himself remains in the hallway. Once over the threshold, the elevated doorway provides an excellent vantage from which to see that the room is round, occupying the entire floor of the tower. Tall windows spaced evenly around the outside let in much of the midday sun as to better illuminate the gross display of wealth held within. ‘Hanging fabric’ seems to be the theme, with generous swatches of shimmering gold, night-dark black, crimson, scarlet, maroon, and all other tasteful shades of red of hanging from silken ropes tied to pillars place around the room. Much of the fabric is transparent, but that which is not obscures the majority of the room, leaving only the third closest to the door visible. The shag carpet is an inoffensive shade of gray, which helps to offset what would otherwise be a stifling sense of heat from all the warm colors. As it is, the room certainly feels warmer than the stone of the hallway outside, and maybe it is a few degrees warmer inside. In the center of the room, there is a depressed dining area — small and circular, appropriate for perhaps five at most. A plush couch covered in rich, wine-colored velvet rings around a table of cherrywood, and the whole affair is accessible via a small set of stairs facing the door. And sitting there on the far side of the couch facing the door is none other than The Empress Herself. She, too, is in keeping with the theme, with partially transparent fabric hanging off her very person — a slinky little black and red dress. A garment of velveteen black is overlaid with a sash of diaphanous red and accented by intricately patterned silk covering the best and one leg. The whole ensemble comes close to being modest, but ultimately misses the mark. By the time the door is open all the way, Empress Naoki is on her feet and climbing the stairs to meet her guest, having left a half-eaten brownie on the tray with what few of its fellows remain. She eyes her guest as they approach, a friendly but distinctly smug look on her face. “Greetings,” The Empress says, none too formal in her address. “I apologize for the climb, my throne room is being cleaned.” (It isn’t.)
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on Oct 31, 2019 16:50:10 GMT -8
Khepri drank the tea, waited, then ate a few biscuits, and waited some more. When her patience wore thin, she asked for some more tea, and when she finished the second tea, she bobbled her leg until the pageboy told her it was finally time.
She tucked her wings in tightly and picked up her pace to follow the pageboy. Still weak from days past, she found herself breathing harder than she expected.
All that halted when the door opened up on the lavish room before her, eyes scanning it all, drapery, carpets, and all... to finally land upon The Empress. She found her jaw working on dropping off her face and did quick work to keep it closed. Almost mirroring her smile, Khepri put forth her best show of confidence and folded her hands at her waist, wings opening at her sides.
"Your Highness," greeted the courtesan, giving the woman a bow. "It was no challenge. One could say I'm used to such heights."
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