Aia Heijra
Dedicated
Valkyrie of Isra
Roleplay posts: 109
Age: 26
Physical Description: A tall and athletically built woman, although she appears quite slim. She has long, curly white hair, bright blue eyes, pretty face, and clear complexion.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aia's Ki'gar hangs around her neck like a cape, though only reaches down to her mid-back. It is a darker shade of orange, with black trimming, a black boar's head, and the name 'Heijra' underneath. The Heijra clan is known as the Black Boar clan.
Aia likes to wear fur around her shoulders, which is customary in her homeland. When in battle she prefers to wear little to no armor, and when does it is generally light.
Aia wields an ancestral blade from Asgeir, passed down in the Heijra Clan for many generations. The runic inscriptions allow her to create, control, and use fire magic, drawing upon a source the Varan call "the power of the Old Gods".
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Registered: Aug 15, 2015 5:18:42 GMT -8
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Post by Aia Heijra on Oct 21, 2017 10:24:18 GMT -8
Aia smiled at Riley, and then at Cheescake, offering the fairy a bowed head for an introduction. "Pleased to meet both of you," she would say cheerfully.
The Varan shieldmaiden drew her sword - made of stonesteel - from its sheath. It was a dark colored blade covered with runic inscriptions. It looked quite ancient and very valuable. The hilt was a dark silver color, unblemished.
"This is Tusk. It belonged to my ancestors who forged it in ages past. Legends say my kin can unlock magical abilities in the sword, thanks to the runes, though no one in recent memory has unlocked the power." She shrugged, sheathing the blade. "At least it's stonesteel. The Varan know the secrets of forging stonesteel weapons - they're stronger than steel, never dull, and weigh less. Perfect for wandering warriors like us." When she finished explaining this she would smile again, "I'm ready whenever you are, brother. Lead the way!"
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Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 121
Age: 25
Physical Description: Riley Fletcher is a red-haired human standing 6 feet in height, with the body of a trained soldier. His hair has been described as "red and floppy" and his clothes always seem to be their cleanest. Cheesecake is a fairy standing 6 inches in height, wearing a pink skirt. She has short blonde hair with a tiny cowlick that never seems to go away no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Riley's normal attire includes his red armor and green-tinted plate pieces and his green scythe with an amber blade. The scythe was a gift from the archfey themselves. Riley will be the first to admit a scythe isn't actually a viable weapon but the archfey, living in another plane of existence and having no idea what humans consider weapons, gifted him one thinking that because "it's super awesome-looking" it must be a proper weapon.
He keeps a longsword and shield as a backup for when the archfey are proven wrong. Along with his weapon, Riley carries with him standard adventuring gear as well as healing potions for when they're traveling. Cheesecake's small size means she's not able to carry much more than her rapier (essentially a metal toothpick).
Registered: Aug 23, 2017 9:00:03 GMT -8
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Post by Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake on Oct 21, 2017 11:30:02 GMT -8
Riley looked at his broadsword and shrugged. "Um...this is my sword...it's...standard issue for soldiers?" He said sheepishly, "I don't really have much fancy stuff. Anyway, let's find a secluded area for our fight." Riley gestured to one of the smaller rooms behind the arena, large enough for them to fight and away from any passerbys.
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Aia Heijra
Dedicated
Valkyrie of Isra
Roleplay posts: 109
Age: 26
Physical Description: A tall and athletically built woman, although she appears quite slim. She has long, curly white hair, bright blue eyes, pretty face, and clear complexion.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aia's Ki'gar hangs around her neck like a cape, though only reaches down to her mid-back. It is a darker shade of orange, with black trimming, a black boar's head, and the name 'Heijra' underneath. The Heijra clan is known as the Black Boar clan.
Aia likes to wear fur around her shoulders, which is customary in her homeland. When in battle she prefers to wear little to no armor, and when does it is generally light.
Aia wields an ancestral blade from Asgeir, passed down in the Heijra Clan for many generations. The runic inscriptions allow her to create, control, and use fire magic, drawing upon a source the Varan call "the power of the Old Gods".
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Registered: Aug 15, 2015 5:18:42 GMT -8
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Post by Aia Heijra on Oct 21, 2017 12:30:55 GMT -8
"Fancy? My sword?" Aia chuckled, "it's just an heirloom," she said. "And yes, let us find a secluded spot... you know, so I don't embarrass myself." Aia would follow Riley to the small room.
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Count Horatio
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Registered: Jan 5, 2018 13:22:03 GMT -8
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Post by Count Horatio on Jan 5, 2018 13:29:37 GMT -8
Horatio busily checks his appearance. This is his first time acting as commentator for a fight, and he's very excited. Also more than slightly aroused. He steps out onto a raised platform overlooking the rest of the arena, watching the rest of the crowd slowly file in.
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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 Jan 5, 2018 14:16:46 GMT -8
Robert climbed up the stands with Dixie, carrying a large box of chocolates. Finding a comfortable seat for the two of them, he sat down, passing the chocolates over to his golden-haired companion. Dixie leaned up against him, crunching on a piece of chocolate and waiting for the match to start. As they waited, Robert looked over at the announcer's booth, then at the brochure. "Jun of the Celadine? Isn't that that one girl who appeared naked in the middle of the central plaza that one time? I don't really know the other one...he's a minister as well, but I don't know that I've ever spoken to him." Dixie frowned, looking over his shoulder at the brochure. "Appeared naked in the middle of the plaza? What sort of match is this, Robert?"
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Archbishop Alured Norian
Committed
Roleplay posts: 71
Age: 356
Physical Description: Seven-feet-tall wearing a heavy, black leather cloak. A wide brimmed hat sits upon his head, and he wears a curious, pointed mask, fit with black lenses that hide its eyes. Occasionally sickly-sweet smelling gas rises from small vents on their side of the "beak".
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When not wearing what he refers to as his ceremonial garb, he reveals himself to be an elf. His face is lined with age and his hair is short and slicked back, black streaked with gray. His eyes are orange, and despite his races propensity towards merriment, he wears a permanent scowl that exudes a cold aura of authority.
Clothes and Equipment: A heavy leather jacket, gloves, a wide-brimmed hat and a plague doctor's mask. He has with him on a strap a holy book, bound in black leather with silver linings.
His mask has enchantments that largely eliminate inhaled poisons, sight-based magics or effects or even the need for air. His jacket functions as a flexible suit of metal armor and hampers weapons as such. It cannot be slices, however crushing and large amounts of piercing damage may penetrate it. It can be fixed, but it takes time, and thus can't be performed during battles.
He carries no weapons and fights unarmed, although he has a knife for general purposes. His leather gloves function as gauntlets and can pack quite a punch.
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Allegiances: The Church of Varafel
Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Dec 22, 2017 15:51:51 GMT -8
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Post by Archbishop Alured Norian on Jan 5, 2018 14:19:19 GMT -8
Stepping solemnly into the arena, the Archbishop drew more than his fair share of attention. Not so much for his religious connotations as his concerning appearance. He towered over most of the humans who filed around him, a small circle of empty space leaving room between him and the people trying desperately not to be pushed into him. Glancing around for the steps up to his box seat he looked at the small slip of paper they had handed him. Stepping through the crowd he made his way to his more advantageous position, a stange shrouded figure above the Isran citizens.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
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An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Jan 5, 2018 14:48:23 GMT -8
The elderly woman, whom some would recognize as the Imperial Vizier, slowly made her way up to where Naoki’s private seating was. Partly because she wished to discuss specifics of the duel with the Empress, but primarily as a security measure. In a crowded arena like this, you never knew what might happen. It seemed Naoki hadn’t arrived yet, which was perfectly fine. Grandma preferred to arrive first, that way she could better keep an eye out for any suspicious activity that might be taking place in the stands. Slowly lowering herself into one of the seats, Grandma gazed off rather absentmindedly into the gem that capped it, perhaps mesmerized by the faint flickers within.
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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 Jan 6, 2018 11:03:39 GMT -8
A pair of Imperial Sentinels precedes The Empress into her viewing box, stepping off to stand on either side of the door. Perched high, the box has a commanding view of the arena. It’s a somewhat large affair suitable for The Empress’ use, featuring several finely upholstered seats, a few benches, silk tapestries for shade, and a complement of attendants bearing fruit and cold beverages. “Ah. Grandma.” Lady Naoki isn’t surprised to find her here. Over the past few days and in speaking generally, Naoki has mentioned to several individuals that she would be pleased to have their company up in the box, but it seems like Grandma is the only one to have arrived so far. Though far from the most... personable company she might hope for, Naoki is glad to have her here; anyone human will be at least partially distracted by the spectacle and as thus won’t be paying their full attention to things such as her security. Moving past where Grandma is seated, Naoki strolls her way down to the front of the box, into the spotlight of the sun. Placing her hands on the railing, she looks beatifically out across the arena, visually surveying the crowd. For this event, Lady Naoki has chosen to wear a red dress which she thinks may be flattering from a distance perhaps more so than some of its peers.
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Count Horatio
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Registered: Jan 5, 2018 13:22:03 GMT -8
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Post by Count Horatio on Jan 6, 2018 13:13:47 GMT -8
Seeing Naoki take her position, Horatio takes it as his cue to begin the proceedings. Stepping further out into full view of the crowd, his voice booms out over the crowd, magically amplified. A magic formation appears under his feet, and his face appears, projected over the crowd from set of magical screens at the center of the arena
"Good evening, esteemed patrons of the arena!"
He spreads his arms in a welcoming pose, bowing to the crowd. There's something profoundly off about his look. Maybe it's the giant bug eye lenses. Maybe it's the garish yellow and black stripes.
"I, your FABULOUS host, am Count Horatio! I will be commentating this match."
He gestures, and the display zooms out to show his entire body.
"For those of you joining us for the first time, The rules of the arena are as so! The combatants are restricted to the ring, and a barrier is set up along the outside, to protect those of us viewing the match."
With a flourish, he produces a knife, seemingly from midair, and with an unflinching motion, thrusts it at his own chest. It stops abruptly, just as the tip reaches his shirt, a red glow suddenly appearing and climbing up his legs.
"Each combatant also has a barrier, preventing attacks from actually wounding them. To signify damage that each combatant has taken, the red glow will appear. Stronger attacks will cause the glow to climb higher on the body. When it reaches the top of the head, it signifies lethal damage, and the combatant is considered to have lost!"
He makes a motion, as if to throw the dagger to one side, but it vanishes mysteriously as it leaves his hand.
"And now, without further ado, let us welcome today's contenders!"
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Count Horatio
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Registered: Jan 5, 2018 13:22:03 GMT -8
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Post by Count Horatio on Jan 7, 2018 13:45:14 GMT -8
Horatio raises his already loud voice, shouting, "Our first contender is a face you all should know and love! An elegant presence on the battlefield, a student of magic in the truest sense, and a beautiful rose with thorns to match. She's trained in magic under such names as Lum'Valia and Fundor. A master of holy and elemental magicks, she aspires to join the highest ranks of the Sun Marshals. And indeed, she has earned the favor of our Lady Naoki herself." He nods to Naoki, as he says this, then directs the crowds attention down to the entrance to the arena. "Let us welcome to this glorious stage, JUN OF THE CELADINE!" Alright, here goes nothing.An upbeat, relatively small-framed young brunettte side-step galloped onto the battlefield. She wanted to convey her enthusiasm to the crowd, and she waved gleefully with one hand at all the spectators on one end. Then she quickly turned around and waved at the others. Big smile. Biiiig smile.She was wearing an emerald, thigh-length gambeson of a thick cloth, clearly designed to take some damage. On top was a lamellar brigandine, pauldron, gauntlets, and tassets, all of verdant hue. Her not-waving cheerfully hand held a barbuta helmet that appeared to be made of shimmering brass-like material with a white pattern-weld. On a strap around her waist hung a glimmering brass-like shield with an sapphire orb inset in the middle. Holstered was what appeared to be a sky blue shortsword. Jun brushed some hair out of her eyes and started strapping on her helmet, which had a coif already tied inside. This took only a few seconds. When she was done she gave the crowd a thumbs up. (A little birdie told her that the crowd might want to get a good look at her olive face first.) She then looked around excitedly to see her opponent. After all, at least eighty percent of the enthusiasm she demonstrated was genuine. Horatio loves her entrance, applauding her alongside the crowd.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Jan 7, 2018 17:39:26 GMT -8
“My dear Naoki, I was wondering when you would arrive. You’ve managed to arrange quite the interesting match I see, I’ve been looking forward to it. Although I suspect Jun is by far the more well known of the two, Daedalus’s skill with magic shouldn’t be underestimated. Although I’m only going off my brief meeting with him, I suspect he might even be a ‘genius’ when it comes to magic.”
Grandma stayed seated as she spoke, but her words were loud enough to easily reach Naoki. For some people, not rising for the Empress might be considered an insult or slight of sorts, but such was not the case with Grandma given her and Naoki’s rather unique relationship. The commentator's voice booming across the arena reminds her that the match will be starting soon, a fact that spurs to her address Naoki once more.
“I suppose you’d be rooting for Jun to take home the victory today? Or perhaps you wish for our young Minister of Magic to make a name for himself with an upset of sorts?”
The old woman’s focus had shifted from the arena around them to Naoki, her body language indicating she was quite relaxed. The reason for Grandma’s relaxed attitude was Tyrell. Although far from a polished specimen, she had faith that Tyrell could fulfill his duty as her obedient watchdog.
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Count Horatio
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Registered: Jan 5, 2018 13:22:03 GMT -8
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Post by Count Horatio on Jan 9, 2018 14:08:04 GMT -8
After the applause die down, Horatio brings the attention back to himself. "Our second contender is a relative newcomer, but no less a powerhouse. He has earned a reputation for devouring knowledge the way other men tear into their breakfast. His talent is undisputed, his knowledge inhuman. Like Jun, he is also an aspiring Sun Marshal, and is rapidly rising in their ranks." He points down at Daedalus, "Welcome with me, Daedalus!" What went through Daedalus' mind the moment before he entered the arena was not a single thing, but many. He thought about his recent studies, what he had eaten that morning and how his toast was just a little more burnt than usual. His mind wandered often as he could focus on many things at once, but soon all of his thoughts quieted, focusing in on the task at hand. He supposed the first step was to enter the arena then, so he did that. He walked out, calm and collected. He thought perhaps he should wave at the crowd or something, but there was no point in that, at least as far as it pertained to the actual competition, the crowd possibly cheering against him didn't faze him all that much - but then again, he knew the purpose of this was to entertain, so maybe it would be better. The young Minister of Magic put on a dazzling smile then, raising his hand to wave at the crowd. He wore regular clothing out into the arena, attire which seem altogether not fit for battle, but this was just part of the pre-fight spectacle he had planned after all. As he approached Jun, he would offer her a small nod in greeting, "May the best combatant win!" He then began, channeling mana into his hands as he held them out in front of him. With a few chanted words under his breath, the glowing orbs of blue mana coalesced in front of his palms began to flow inward, up his arms and over his chest and up over his head as well as down his legs before wrapping around his feet. The mana glowed brightly, obscuring his entire form in a bright blue light before dissipating. Left behind was the proper attire for the occasion. He now wore a shining golden breastplate - engraved at its center was the shining sun of Isra. In the crook of his arm, he held a similarly golden helm, open-faced with a crest of horse hair dyed red along the top. At his waist was a golden long-sword and flowing at his back a red cape. He wore lighter armor made of chainmail on his arms and legs, with leather boots and gloves. Daedalus finally took the helm and slid it onto his head, and he was now ready for battle. Horatio stands in a ready pose, demanding of the two below, "Ready?" He takes just a second more to hype up the crowd. "Talent verses experience! New verses old! The match you didn't know wanted until you saw it!" He raises his right hand, "BEGIN!"
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
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Post by Keph on Jan 9, 2018 18:54:43 GMT -8
Keph rushed onto the seating area with a full, large cloth bag in hand! He wiped a few, thin lines of sweat off of his brow and fell onto the closest, empty seat to the entrance. He had gotten here just in time, yet that was only barely! He was afraid that buying all those delicious snacks outside of the arena would've made him get here in the middle of the fight, but luckily hadn't!
...well, it wasn't JUST buying.
Keph didn't really have much money on him, seeing as he had just recently arrived at Isra, buuuuuut events like these tended to mean big mobs which meant... dropped money! With his small frame and a bit of looking around he managed to acquire the eh... necessary funds to purchase a whole bag's worth of several snacks that salesmen were selling outside the arena! Granted, aside from that work there was the fact that he had only recently even heard of this fight and then there was the waiting for all of these snacks... but that mattered not, as he had managed!
His hand slipped into the large bag, pulling a snack at random! A small, round pastry... mint - delicious! As he gobbled down the small snack he began to consider how good of an opportunity this would be to see how Jun - who'd recently taken up the charge of teaching him the magical arts - fought; then there was the fact that this would allow him to learn a bit about the magical arts in general as he'd never been heavily exposed to them; and lastly... who didn't like watching a good fight?
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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 Jan 9, 2018 19:32:21 GMT -8
“Mmmh.” Naoki murmurs her acknowledgment. Down below, the match is starting. Leaning forward onto the railing, she peers down and sees their mouths moving.
“I would like to see... their limits tested,” Lady Naoki says after some deliberation.
Though the superficial purpose of the match is that of entertainment, it accomplishes much more. For the fighters, it’s excellent practice that would be difficult to obtain any other way. For the magi of The Enclave, it will be something to study, analyze, and learn from. For the city, it’s a sporting event that pleases the people, and the revenue generated from filling the arena’s seats is not insignificant.
But more than any of that, this match will be a statement of The Empire’s strength. A flex of her metaphorical muscles. All who have ears to hear today’s tale will know this: these are the powers Isra commands.
To the everyman, to the citizen, it is an inspiring spectacle, showcasing the incredible talents of the living legends who stand in stalwart defense of everything they know. Not a soul in Isra fears for invading armies or rampaging monsters, for the beasts foolish enough to try have been struck down! To see these heroes in action is a grand performance, in which all Israns may take pride.
To the enemy — to foreign upstarts, to the warlords, the bandits, and the criminal degenerates, it is an implicit threat. As easily as spells are slung in the arena, fiery death could rain down upon them. This display of magical power implies much about The Empire's capabilities — in that they are significant, and far outstrip that of any would-be-foe. Naoki knows not the names of her every enemy, but she does not need to. They will hear of this, and they will think twice.
But to her — to The Empress herself, this event will be an interesting test of sorts. One of the downsides of leading an unchallenged superpower is that opportunities to make use of its military might are limited. Very rarely do threats arise that justify the use of any real force, and the majority of what opportunities do emerge are more akin to sweeping than swordplay, Naoki thinks. No tests of skill. On only a few occasions has Naoki witnessed Jun in action, and Daedalus not at all. To truly know what each is capable of, they must face a challenge, and that is what Naoki hopes they will find here — in each other. She would like to see just how strong, how clever, how capable they are.
And this is a pretty damn good way to do it, she thinks.
Horatio signals for the match to start. Naoki looks from him back down to the field, squinting slightly.
“Though, of course,” she continues speaking to Grandma somewhat distractedly. “Yes. I would like to see Jun win; she would enjoy that. … It would be strange for me not to! I’ve hardly talked with our Mysterious Minister — we’ve both been busy, I suppose...”
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Jan 14, 2018 11:41:11 GMT -8
Grandma remained silent for the next few minutes as she watched the initial stages of the fight unfold. It appeared Jun had opted for her light construct, something Grandma had heard she was very fond of. It was a rather curious opening move, but if things went well, she could perhaps gain the tempo advantage with it… Daedalus, on the other hand, had opened with a rather sizable field spell, attempting to take control of the battlefield right from the start. It seemed Jun had some ideas on how she could weaken it, but whether they would be successful or not was still to be seen.
“On an unrelated note to this duel, Naoki, are you familiar with Asora?”
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
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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.
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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 Jan 14, 2018 14:56:43 GMT -8
Glancing to the side for a moment, Naoki gives Grandma a look. A look that says, “I’m watching this. Why are you bringing up something unrelated right now, of all times? I’ll listen out of respect, but honestly.”
“No,” she says aloud, turning back to the duel. An uncharacteristically curt response.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
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An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Jan 14, 2018 15:20:58 GMT -8
“Mmm… Well, I suspect that’ll be changing in the near future.”
Grandma began scribbling away on a long piece of parchment, perhaps procured from one of the pockets in her robe. It seemed Naoki wasn’t interested in topics besides the duel at present, so Grandma would bring the matter up once it had concluded. After a few minutes of her writing, the old woman rolled up the scroll, magic smoke billowing off the seal she had just placed on it. Leaning back in her seat, it was a bit unclear if Grandma was still watching the duel or had dozed off.
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Lady Venus
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 169
Age: 6,450
Physical Description: Venus's form changes in perception according to who percieves her. Her true facade is that of an alluring, yet horrifying demon with brown, muddied hair, green eyes and a serpentine tail. With
Clothes and Equipment: Somewhat scantily clad, Venus wears little more than a two piece. Her top would cover barely her midriff, and be strapped around the neck, while the bottom piece would go down to mid-thigh.
Registered: Jan 11, 2018 0:20:50 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Venus on Jan 14, 2018 21:06:57 GMT -8
Venus swiftly glides into the seating area, her long locks of ebony hair braided together, and tossed over her left shoulder. Today, she is wearing a simple yet stylish attire, a dark blue dress, which cuts off at her ankles. The snug and skin-tight dress has a few floral designs engraved in it, and her shoes give her a few added inches she so desperately needs. Her blue eyes glitter like shards of ice, as she grins. She came for a fight, and she arrived at the perfect time possible.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
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Post by Keph on Jan 16, 2018 23:33:39 GMT -8
Keph was impressed! No, not only impressed but also completely pumped! So much had already happened in so little time; ice, explosions, magical tendrils, dragons! He had expected quite a lot, considering what the presenter had said about both of them, but his limited experience with magic had made it so he was not prepared for just how exciting this could get! The young lad threw punches in the air, his fists swinging in tune with the flinging of wizardry at each other. Wow! Just wow!
Yet, even with all this going on Jun's floating structure easily caught the young hunter's eye for a few brief moments. He rubbed his chin, staring at it with a pensive expression, while until now childlike wonder had been plastered on his face, right now he eyed it in an oddly studious fashion... although it wasn't long before the quick action made him snap out of it and get back to being utterly impressed!
While both of their skills were making his mouth go agape, who he was rooting had to be pretty obvious! Oh, how horrid of him. Here he was not only to be entertained and learn a thing or two from watching the fight, but also to provide some moral support for his mentor and he hadn't even brought anything that might do that! An idea quickly came to mind as the lad pulled the cloak from his shoulders, sat down on his seat - something he was having difficulty doing so far, seeing as every small thing was making him jump up from it- and then lied the cloak on his legs.
His foot was restlessly tapping the floor as he wanted to get done with this as quickly as he could so he didn't miss anything. With his faithful quill and a bottle of ink he began writing (and drawing) on his cloak! With his eyes constantly moving between his work and the fight, this took slightly longer than he would've liked, but it was soon done! Keph smiled, and pulled his shortsword's sheathe (with the shortsword still in it) from his belt and tied two ends of the cloak tightly onto it. He raised the seathed blade up into the air, waving his cloak around in the air!
"GO JUN!" Was written on the improvised flag, a large, crude smiley face next to the text. The cloak wasn't the largest thing and it was doubtful it'd be seen from the arena both because of its size and how focused the combatants were, but he was still proud of himself for trying!
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Count Horatio
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Registered: Jan 5, 2018 13:22:03 GMT -8
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Post by Count Horatio on Jan 21, 2018 8:43:23 GMT -8
"As you wish," Daedalus said, a smirk of his own creeping across his face. His golden gaze was piercing as he looked across the arena at Jun, the ever-present glow in his eyes growing in intensity as he gathered mana himself. Already he could feel her pulling mana from the nearby area, the siphoning presence feeling much like a current of water rushing towards her, in a magical sense. Soon, Daedalus' own tide would begin to play a part, leading to a subtle yet intense battle going on between them, invisible to the eye and most likely overlooked by those spectating. Soon they will get their flashy spells as they came here to see, however. He did not make a move to draw his sword yet, but would focus on drawing more mana, holding his palms out to his side as he gathered more energy. Soon he was gathering so much so quickly, the mana could be visibly seen in the air, flowing into his palms into two glowing blue streams from his surroundings. A moment later, the streams of mana were cut off by clenched fists. A short incantation and the energy was released then. It began with a heavy icy cloud of mist that expanded quickly across the arena floor from Daedalus, forming a thick icy mist cloud that reached up about three inches and completely obscured the sandy floor of the Oculus Solis Arena. The air temperature dropped dramatically in that moment as well. "And Daedalus makes the first move! That looks like a nasty ice spell. Perhaps not enough to do lasting damage immediately, but it cannot be pleasant to be standing down there right now!" Horatio shivers slightly in sympathy, "This could easily have lasting consequences for Jun." The tug of war of energy recruitment was not long on Jun, nor was Daedalus' attempt to take control of the terrain. Keep the ground then.The energy Jun had gathered had been focused on her chest, and as Daedalus' spell propagated so too did Jun's. It exploded from her heart and reached out to the rest of her limbs in the form of a white, quartz-like material. But unlike true rock, this material was both solid and malleable. In just a second, her entire body was encased and protected in a floating construct of light. But this wasn't a usual construct, not some mundane golem. Instead, its core, which temporarily housed Jun's entire body, was a glittering octohedron. Her silhouette was visible and still in a defensive position even inside. Extending from three points of the floating structure were tendrils of white light. Approximately ten meters long each, the tendrils tapered into sharp points at the ends. The structure hummed as it floated above the icy floor. Then, it lurched straight towards Daedalus. Two of the long tendrils stretched outwards as if they wanted to give Daedalus a biiiiiiiig hug. The third stretched up above to help cut off Daedalus' escape. Horatio applauds Jun's construct as it forms, hyping up the crowd as he does, "A beautiful application of multiple schools of magic. Jun is clearly pulling out all of the stops in this. That thing looks versatile, reactive, and very nasty." He drools slightly, "And absolutely fabulous."
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