Viktoriya Perekupnik
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 27
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
A woman whose striking appearance matches her extravagant personality. Viktoriya sports strong, almost untamed features, fitting for a woman who grew up on the dangerous outlands of the steppe. She stands at a slender 5'6", with a slim but toned form, one that betrays her initial impressions as a helpless little merchant woman. She has a narrow waist, wide hips, and surprisingly broad shoulders.
Her face is angular, defined, with prominent cheek bones, full crimson lips, sharp, whispy brows, and striking chocolate eyes. Her nose is a subtle pale slope that sticks out prominently from her face. A small beauty mark punctuates the left corner of her lips. She sports a strong, chiseled jaw. Her hair is long and wavy, a gentle auburn like autumn leaves, usually bound in some sort of loose braid. She often smells of expensive perfume, a berry or floral fragrance.
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Clothes and Equipment: Viktoriya is a woman of lavish tastes. She certainly likes to flaunt her wealth, and unabashedly adorns herself with expensive clothing and accessories. Most of the time you can find her wearing some sort of flowing dress with frilled edges, long sleeves, and gorgeous embossed patterns, usually fabrics dyed a combination of royal green, regal white, and ruby red. Her head is usually adorned with a beautiful kokoshnik covered in precious gemstones and pearls, sometimes accompanied by a lace or silken veil. Her fingers usually sport a wide array of finely crafted rings, bangles, and bracelets. A collar of pearl and gemstone necklaces hangs from her neck. Like many among the hetamanate, furs become a common part of her outfit, usually cloaked in some sort of beautiful fur shawl or cloak made of everything from fox to sable. In cold weather or amongst her hetamanate comrades, she's more likely to be sporting a black sheepskin or red fox fur papakha. Rabbit or mink fur gloves are a common accessory in colder climates. Indicative of her hidden readiness in combat, Viktoriya usually wears pants beneath her dress, and can almost always been found walking around in a pair of sturdy leather boots.
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Unlike your typical tradeswoman of a more delicate culture or upbringing, Viktoriya walks the market clearly armed. A shashka hangs from either hip, red cord with frilled baubles hanging from the hilt of either blade. A Khanjali dagger is usually tucked away somewhere hidden but easily accessed on her person, a last line of defense, and something she can usually stow away if asked to disarm amongst her more cowardly business partners.
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Allegiances: The Hetamanate, Giant's Hand
Registered: Jul 10, 2019 16:15:24 GMT -8
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Post by Viktoriya Perekupnik on Jul 17, 2019 9:11:24 GMT -8
This one was peculiar, and as he continued on she felt that unsettling concern swelling in her chest. The way he spoke, the way he carried himself, it was like he wasn't all there, living in some world between reality and fantasy. Few spoke like this among the stanitsas of the Hetamanate. However, eccentricity did not immediately indicate instability or unreliability. She had met her fair share of valuable kooks before this. "I suppose that's one way to put it." She remarked, doing her best to stay cordial and placid.
However, her facade of being a simple wealthy girl at the markets would quickly be killed as the lizard uttered something that burned at her ears. She simply didn't have the composure needed to maintain an act of her own while trying to interpret and answer his. Her pleasant smile would sour to an unamused scowl as he continued on with his spiel, creases forming between her brows as she moved to condemn his assertions.
"You speak heresy in the face of God, to claim that we could reach the status of divinity through mere worldly potions. I pray you find your way back to the path of the Father and the forgiveness of The Son. You make dangerous promises, not only for your business, but for your soul in the face of judgment before Him. As for what I'm seeking, the same as you. Wealth." She stated sternly, her gaze unflinching from his own. She would move to gesture to herself before continuing.
"Viktoriya Perekupnik. I am a merchant from Toragana. I've come to the markets looking for product to return to Giant's Hand. I'm not for one second buying into your blasphemy, but I find myself surprisingly unsuspicious of your claims to the effectiveness of your products. Toragana is a land of ever-present conflict, if you think your potions could make mightier men of soldiers, then we may have business to discuss." With that, her facade was gone, and the stoic, steel-faced merchantess revealed herself in full form. The curt and matter of fact way she spoke was more than indicative of the callous business woman she truly was. She waited, a hand folded against her hip, for his answer.
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Ye'svonne Airileth
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 36
Physical Description: Ye'svonne was of a humanoid race of reptiles. His skin was jagged and emerald. His eyes were sunlight yellow with jet black vertical slits as his pupils. He had two fangs, one on each side of his mouth that hanged out even when his mouth was closed, when open hundreds of fangs could be seen. His nails were long and bloodletting to the touch. He stood at about 5'6" while he was slouched and an even 6' when he stood straight up.
Clothes and Equipment: He wore ragged cloth and robe for he was quite poor. He bore a large pack on his back that folded out into a portable alchemists table. He wore a bandolier with pre made potions of varying color. His pack and himself was decorated with a multitude of flora a mushrooms.
Allegiances: His family.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 21, 2019 2:41:21 GMT -8
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Post by Ye'svonne Airileth on Jul 17, 2019 10:21:23 GMT -8
Viktoriya's outburst did not sit well with the alchemist. While he believed in her right to follow whatever she may, it was no place of hers to speak to him the way she did. With his last deal he had enough coin to be choosy about his patrons and was feeling slight arrogance about his own abilities. She couldn't possibly know the depth and extent of studying, dedication and time he spent to get to where he is in his career. This only angered him further. His salesman's smirk faded after her words and his brows furrowed.
"Tch."
He reached into his robe and pulled an empty vial the same size as the rest of the potion, then removed several ingredients from his makeshift alchemic table. He began to make a potion right in front of her but did not make eye contact.
"What worksss for the widow doesss not work for the fly, no? You spit at me with rhetoric of divinity, do you forget your own mortality? My peaceee wasss found in the armsss of a mortal and no god hasss show me such kindnesssss. There are livesss you may not understand but it givesss you no right to speak on them with such disdain. The sun and moon themselvesss do not carry your own judgmentsss, and what givesss you the gavel? Your own illusion of enlightenment? I share your joy in the fact that you found what givesss you purposeee, but..."
He finished his potion and downed it in an instant. He stood up and lifted the rock, which was large enough to encompass him as he sat, with one hand and crushed it into pieces.
"Strength." He finally looked her dead in her eye. "That is not something you gain from skyborn myth that refusesss to look you in the faceee."
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Viktoriya Perekupnik
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 27
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
A woman whose striking appearance matches her extravagant personality. Viktoriya sports strong, almost untamed features, fitting for a woman who grew up on the dangerous outlands of the steppe. She stands at a slender 5'6", with a slim but toned form, one that betrays her initial impressions as a helpless little merchant woman. She has a narrow waist, wide hips, and surprisingly broad shoulders.
Her face is angular, defined, with prominent cheek bones, full crimson lips, sharp, whispy brows, and striking chocolate eyes. Her nose is a subtle pale slope that sticks out prominently from her face. A small beauty mark punctuates the left corner of her lips. She sports a strong, chiseled jaw. Her hair is long and wavy, a gentle auburn like autumn leaves, usually bound in some sort of loose braid. She often smells of expensive perfume, a berry or floral fragrance.
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Clothes and Equipment: Viktoriya is a woman of lavish tastes. She certainly likes to flaunt her wealth, and unabashedly adorns herself with expensive clothing and accessories. Most of the time you can find her wearing some sort of flowing dress with frilled edges, long sleeves, and gorgeous embossed patterns, usually fabrics dyed a combination of royal green, regal white, and ruby red. Her head is usually adorned with a beautiful kokoshnik covered in precious gemstones and pearls, sometimes accompanied by a lace or silken veil. Her fingers usually sport a wide array of finely crafted rings, bangles, and bracelets. A collar of pearl and gemstone necklaces hangs from her neck. Like many among the hetamanate, furs become a common part of her outfit, usually cloaked in some sort of beautiful fur shawl or cloak made of everything from fox to sable. In cold weather or amongst her hetamanate comrades, she's more likely to be sporting a black sheepskin or red fox fur papakha. Rabbit or mink fur gloves are a common accessory in colder climates. Indicative of her hidden readiness in combat, Viktoriya usually wears pants beneath her dress, and can almost always been found walking around in a pair of sturdy leather boots.
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Unlike your typical tradeswoman of a more delicate culture or upbringing, Viktoriya walks the market clearly armed. A shashka hangs from either hip, red cord with frilled baubles hanging from the hilt of either blade. A Khanjali dagger is usually tucked away somewhere hidden but easily accessed on her person, a last line of defense, and something she can usually stow away if asked to disarm amongst her more cowardly business partners.
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Allegiances: The Hetamanate, Giant's Hand
Registered: Jul 10, 2019 16:15:24 GMT -8
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Post by Viktoriya Perekupnik on Jul 17, 2019 11:19:06 GMT -8
Viktoriya shook her head firmly as the lizard bit back with biting commentary of his own. Not only did she not agree with his assessment of Gods, but she didn't agree with his assessment of her. "I do not carry a hint of disdain for you, on the contrary, I offer you these harsh words out of love, concern for you, your soul, and your place in Heaven at the side of the Mother, the Father, and the Son. I hope the Holy Spirit can help you find the peace you need to accept them into your heart. Again, I will keep you in my prayers. To speak of mortals as gods, even if they are not mine, is sure to curse you from the grace of any and all deities which preside over man." she reaffirmed, her resolve unflinching, her tone still firm. She knew what she said to be true, and she knew what she meant by the words.
She scoffed at his following remark, and lacked any surprise for it's utterance. Watching him lift the stone was an impressive feat, but one which left her unflinching. If it was meant to be a threat, she didn't fear it. Of course someone who had not found the love and grace of God could not understand the divine strength with which he blessed the lives of his followers. Forgiveness of their sins, guidance in their hardship, love in spite of their flaws.
"On the contrary, this skyborn 'myth' gives me more strength than any magic. Strength of the soul, the spirit, is not something you can buy in a bottle or train in the body." she stated simply. Vadym, her companion, seemed to give a firm nod at this assessment as well. He was fighting himself to interject, but he knew this discussion was between her and the merchant.
Viktoriya continued, tension in her face and shoulders softening slightly as she made her best effort to salvage courtesy. "However...martial strength has it's merits. If we are to carry out our lives here, we must fight for what we believe in. In this, the strength of such a potion would be a valuable asset. If you can swallow your indignant pride in your faithlessness, as I have been willing to set aside my own belief, then you might find a wealth in a partnership with a prolific travelling merchant. Your potions can only carry so far from Isran, but I can take them to the world's stage." she suggested.
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Ye'svonne Airileth
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 36
Physical Description: Ye'svonne was of a humanoid race of reptiles. His skin was jagged and emerald. His eyes were sunlight yellow with jet black vertical slits as his pupils. He had two fangs, one on each side of his mouth that hanged out even when his mouth was closed, when open hundreds of fangs could be seen. His nails were long and bloodletting to the touch. He stood at about 5'6" while he was slouched and an even 6' when he stood straight up.
Clothes and Equipment: He wore ragged cloth and robe for he was quite poor. He bore a large pack on his back that folded out into a portable alchemists table. He wore a bandolier with pre made potions of varying color. His pack and himself was decorated with a multitude of flora a mushrooms.
Allegiances: His family.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 21, 2019 2:41:21 GMT -8
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Post by Ye'svonne Airileth on Jul 17, 2019 13:23:00 GMT -8
"It isss not your fault." He exhaled a sharp breath and looked to the ground in remorse. "Our eyesss may never see through the same veil but that isss not an excuseee for my lack of professionalism and the losssss of my temper." He rose his head and met her eyes again. "Power, hierarchy, mastersss, godsss. Theseee are thingsss..." His fist clenched tight in clear emotional pain. "These thingsss have never been kind to Ye'svonne."
He shifted his glance again and seemed to be lost in thought for a moment. Definite reminiscence of some sort. When he came back to reality he pulled up another rock for him to sit on and began making another potion.
"I shall give you a set of all you'd need in a dicey situation, on Ye'svonne, for my outburst." The lizard man seemed to speak in third person when formality was deemed necessity. He pulled another flower from his person and began to chew on it. This was an anxiety thing for Ye'svonne. His confidence gained through the years had its detriments and one of them was lack of emotional control in events that reminded him of his past. Freya had helped keep this to a minimum, but when spoken to the way he had been it was hard for him to remain calm. "I am a hypocrite for my wordsss and I deeply apologizeee for their cut. A wayward gust easily birthsss stormsss."
His smile returned at her mention of her possibly providing international exposure to his craft; he still shook his head. "Whilst your offer is generousss, I needn't such grandiose popularity. Coin isss nice sinceee it keeps our headsss safe from the tearsss in the cloudsss and our hunger sated. Yet, I wish not to return to the daysss where I yearned for it so fervently. Wealth would be a pleasureee but one I am undeserving of, my wife and child are enough for me to survive." Normally, he wouldn't act in such a contradicting way as salesman. His deal with the marshal left him feeling relief and it had been a long time since rent hadn't been an issue for the reptilian. He did not mean harm or aggression towards this Viktoriya; he just allowed his mind to be cluttered by things unrelated to her and let his anger flow from that. His potion was finished and it emanated a forest green.
"Thisss isss what I drank to give me the strength to crush that boulder. It should provide even your weakest of warriorsss with the strength of twenty men. Itsss only fault isss its duration. Thisss is one of my shortest lasting, giving you around two minutesss of the effect."
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Viktoriya Perekupnik
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 27
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
A woman whose striking appearance matches her extravagant personality. Viktoriya sports strong, almost untamed features, fitting for a woman who grew up on the dangerous outlands of the steppe. She stands at a slender 5'6", with a slim but toned form, one that betrays her initial impressions as a helpless little merchant woman. She has a narrow waist, wide hips, and surprisingly broad shoulders.
Her face is angular, defined, with prominent cheek bones, full crimson lips, sharp, whispy brows, and striking chocolate eyes. Her nose is a subtle pale slope that sticks out prominently from her face. A small beauty mark punctuates the left corner of her lips. She sports a strong, chiseled jaw. Her hair is long and wavy, a gentle auburn like autumn leaves, usually bound in some sort of loose braid. She often smells of expensive perfume, a berry or floral fragrance.
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Clothes and Equipment: Viktoriya is a woman of lavish tastes. She certainly likes to flaunt her wealth, and unabashedly adorns herself with expensive clothing and accessories. Most of the time you can find her wearing some sort of flowing dress with frilled edges, long sleeves, and gorgeous embossed patterns, usually fabrics dyed a combination of royal green, regal white, and ruby red. Her head is usually adorned with a beautiful kokoshnik covered in precious gemstones and pearls, sometimes accompanied by a lace or silken veil. Her fingers usually sport a wide array of finely crafted rings, bangles, and bracelets. A collar of pearl and gemstone necklaces hangs from her neck. Like many among the hetamanate, furs become a common part of her outfit, usually cloaked in some sort of beautiful fur shawl or cloak made of everything from fox to sable. In cold weather or amongst her hetamanate comrades, she's more likely to be sporting a black sheepskin or red fox fur papakha. Rabbit or mink fur gloves are a common accessory in colder climates. Indicative of her hidden readiness in combat, Viktoriya usually wears pants beneath her dress, and can almost always been found walking around in a pair of sturdy leather boots.
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Unlike your typical tradeswoman of a more delicate culture or upbringing, Viktoriya walks the market clearly armed. A shashka hangs from either hip, red cord with frilled baubles hanging from the hilt of either blade. A Khanjali dagger is usually tucked away somewhere hidden but easily accessed on her person, a last line of defense, and something she can usually stow away if asked to disarm amongst her more cowardly business partners.
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Allegiances: The Hetamanate, Giant's Hand
Registered: Jul 10, 2019 16:15:24 GMT -8
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Post by Viktoriya Perekupnik on Jul 17, 2019 17:51:49 GMT -8
A content, somber smile formed on her lips. To see him chance his stance so wholly so quickly, it made her feel bad somewhat, for being so harsh with him. She did her best not to let it show, on her face, nor in her voice, but she would continue with a more sympathetic approach. Viktoriya waved a dismissive hand as he took the blame for their spat.
"No, it was not you alone. I was perhaps a bit...overzealous, for speaking with a stranger. I forget we are not in Vil'nih, and the people here do not align themselves so homogeneously with my faith." She offered, getting as close as the proud woman could to admitting she had done wrong by the man. As he continued on to explain what prompted his anger, she gave a knowing nod.
"I cannot say I am much a fan of many of those things either, though the Lord has been one of few who I believe has done right by me. However, I understand your position. Some receive blessings, others, tests of faith, it can be hard to reconcile that difference for many." she offered, doing her best to provide her own perspective on what he had said. She knew his pain, she had experienced it herself, and as a younger woman, struggled to accept the fact that strife was a gift as much as bounty, that The Father made the weak strong through adversity.
Her brows perked up at his following suggestion. She was surprised to see him so wholly invest in her request, and that sternness returned to her face. "You're very generous Ye'svonne but I could not sleep with my conscience clear if I let you so wholly give away your craft for a simple mistake of temper. I'd see you paid well for your product, it would be an insult to do otherwise." she stated, now speaking with a confidence rooted more in principle than condemnation. She held and open palm towards him in proposition as he continued, wholly questioning his sudden self deprecation. He had gone from upselling himself to a divine alchemist to a repentant sinner. She wasn't sure which it was that made her more uncomfortable, but it hurt her to see him grovelling so.
"Who decides your worth? I think you plenty worthy of fair compensation for your craft. Back in my home, your merit is decided wholly by your accomplishments. You show a commendable ability for making potions, and you deserve to be paid well for their sale and distribution." she affirmed, giving a nod, as if to punctuate her point. It seemed the specifics of what seemed like a burgeoning deal were next. She turned her attention to the potion, listening intently as he explained it's properties.
"Mmm..." she mused. "how long do they keep? Two minutes is more than enough to make the difference in a fight." She remarked, reaching for the bottle, meeting his eyes, she waited to see him acknowledge her hand before she grabbed the potion. "How much would you want per bottle, and how many could you have prepared in...say...two weeks time?" she inquired, a brow upturned, waiting expectantly for the juicy details of what they might be able to arrange.
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Ye'svonne Airileth
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 36
Physical Description: Ye'svonne was of a humanoid race of reptiles. His skin was jagged and emerald. His eyes were sunlight yellow with jet black vertical slits as his pupils. He had two fangs, one on each side of his mouth that hanged out even when his mouth was closed, when open hundreds of fangs could be seen. His nails were long and bloodletting to the touch. He stood at about 5'6" while he was slouched and an even 6' when he stood straight up.
Clothes and Equipment: He wore ragged cloth and robe for he was quite poor. He bore a large pack on his back that folded out into a portable alchemists table. He wore a bandolier with pre made potions of varying color. His pack and himself was decorated with a multitude of flora a mushrooms.
Allegiances: His family.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 21, 2019 2:41:21 GMT -8
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Post by Ye'svonne Airileth on Jul 18, 2019 3:16:43 GMT -8
His grin gradually returned as their conversation returned to level. There was a lot of room for philosophical differences between patron and tender and in the past he had experienced many similar disagreements. While he tried as much as he could to rectify these arguments they didn't go over as smooth as this one was progressing. Ye'svonne removed two vials of crushed flora from his sack and another empty vial to begin crafting again.
"The convictionsss we hold can lead usss to erasure of composure. I believe we felt that in tandem."
He waved his hand equally as dismissively in retort to her statements of needing to compensate him. He smiled and chuckled in flattery from her willingness to offer him such praise so easily.
"You misunderstand my dear Viktoriya, thisss isss but a test run for you to be a first hand witnesssss to their capabilitiesss. I cannot afford to give you bulk amountsss for free of courseee, but the least I can do for my lack of tact isss allow you a free walk through my garden. My meansss at the moment are more substantial than mossst daysss, and it'd be a crime to not share the nectar with the rest of the hive."
He wrapped up another potion and slid it to her; this one shimmering a common red hue.
"Healing." He spoke plainly. "An obviousss requirement." His face painted with a sly grin as he talked.
He stroked his chin a bit and looked with a raised brow at the travelers from Toragana.
"Normally, I could produceee around two hundred and fifty to three hundred in that time period depending on my inventory at the time. I am currently wrapped up in another deal that I must finishhh, so I could offer around a hundred and fifty in that time period."
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Viktoriya Perekupnik
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 27
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
A woman whose striking appearance matches her extravagant personality. Viktoriya sports strong, almost untamed features, fitting for a woman who grew up on the dangerous outlands of the steppe. She stands at a slender 5'6", with a slim but toned form, one that betrays her initial impressions as a helpless little merchant woman. She has a narrow waist, wide hips, and surprisingly broad shoulders.
Her face is angular, defined, with prominent cheek bones, full crimson lips, sharp, whispy brows, and striking chocolate eyes. Her nose is a subtle pale slope that sticks out prominently from her face. A small beauty mark punctuates the left corner of her lips. She sports a strong, chiseled jaw. Her hair is long and wavy, a gentle auburn like autumn leaves, usually bound in some sort of loose braid. She often smells of expensive perfume, a berry or floral fragrance.
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Clothes and Equipment: Viktoriya is a woman of lavish tastes. She certainly likes to flaunt her wealth, and unabashedly adorns herself with expensive clothing and accessories. Most of the time you can find her wearing some sort of flowing dress with frilled edges, long sleeves, and gorgeous embossed patterns, usually fabrics dyed a combination of royal green, regal white, and ruby red. Her head is usually adorned with a beautiful kokoshnik covered in precious gemstones and pearls, sometimes accompanied by a lace or silken veil. Her fingers usually sport a wide array of finely crafted rings, bangles, and bracelets. A collar of pearl and gemstone necklaces hangs from her neck. Like many among the hetamanate, furs become a common part of her outfit, usually cloaked in some sort of beautiful fur shawl or cloak made of everything from fox to sable. In cold weather or amongst her hetamanate comrades, she's more likely to be sporting a black sheepskin or red fox fur papakha. Rabbit or mink fur gloves are a common accessory in colder climates. Indicative of her hidden readiness in combat, Viktoriya usually wears pants beneath her dress, and can almost always been found walking around in a pair of sturdy leather boots.
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Unlike your typical tradeswoman of a more delicate culture or upbringing, Viktoriya walks the market clearly armed. A shashka hangs from either hip, red cord with frilled baubles hanging from the hilt of either blade. A Khanjali dagger is usually tucked away somewhere hidden but easily accessed on her person, a last line of defense, and something she can usually stow away if asked to disarm amongst her more cowardly business partners.
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Allegiances: The Hetamanate, Giant's Hand
Registered: Jul 10, 2019 16:15:24 GMT -8
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Post by Viktoriya Perekupnik on Jul 18, 2019 8:26:00 GMT -8
She nodded along with his assessment, a more pleasant look returning to her face. "You've said it well, and plainly, nonetheless. Emotions are easy to let get the better of us, they are our strength, and our weakness." she affirmed, shaking her head softly as she dwelled on the mistake of tone she had taken with the alchemist. She didn't usually let herself fly so far off the handle. Perhaps it was the stress of the trip, or the unfamiliarity with Isran.
Her eyes lit up with a knowingness as he clarified what he meant, her concerns quickly settling in her gut as it became clearer what he had intended. "I see, a free demonstration. That is a more than fair offer. It is still quite generous on your part, but doesn't make me question my dedication to principle." she said, watching as he concocted another mixture and pushed it her direction. Her nose wrinkled as he told her what it was. Healing in a bottle, quite useful indeed. She wondered just what kind of capacity it had. Without word she reached beneath the fur shawl that covered the upper half of her torso and drew a dagger, the khanjali. She slid the blade across her palm, her teeth grit as the fresh wound seeped blood. Vadym gave her a worried eye, and called out with a hissed "hey!", but a silent look from her silenced the stoic man at her side. She reached for the bottle and took a sip, watching intently for the effects to take place.
Her attention split between observing her little experiment and listening to Ye'svonne elaborate on the details of his production capacity. She seemed wholly unfazed by the cut on her hand as he went on. "I see, one hundred and fifty is far more than I had expected from a single craftsman as it was. You must really have a talent for your craft. Should we settle on that then? If possible, I'd like to return with 75 of either potion. These are the two things most sought after by soldiers, strength and endurance. I have no doubt I would sell out in a manner of days." she explained.
"Should we get it in writing then?" she asked, her gaze drifting to the towering free man at her side, who seemed to understand the implication. He procured a piece of parchment and an ink pen from a belt pouch.
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Ye'svonne Airileth
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 36
Physical Description: Ye'svonne was of a humanoid race of reptiles. His skin was jagged and emerald. His eyes were sunlight yellow with jet black vertical slits as his pupils. He had two fangs, one on each side of his mouth that hanged out even when his mouth was closed, when open hundreds of fangs could be seen. His nails were long and bloodletting to the touch. He stood at about 5'6" while he was slouched and an even 6' when he stood straight up.
Clothes and Equipment: He wore ragged cloth and robe for he was quite poor. He bore a large pack on his back that folded out into a portable alchemists table. He wore a bandolier with pre made potions of varying color. His pack and himself was decorated with a multitude of flora a mushrooms.
Allegiances: His family.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 21, 2019 2:41:21 GMT -8
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Post by Ye'svonne Airileth on Jul 20, 2019 4:25:01 GMT -8
Ye'svonnes vertical pupils lit up in stunned wonder as he watched Viktoriya cut her own hand to test his product. He had not seen his potions in action in a while before today and knowing his strength potion had done the trick he couldn't wait to see her hand bubble back to health. The fangs in his smile displayed overt confidence, this was something he'd made for over two decades now and it kept his past crew alive so many times. Despite the beginning, he had a fond sense for Viktoriya after this action.
"You are a curiousss one, Viktoriya. A diplomatic resolveee shrouded in mental fortitude. It is not everyday that Ye'svonne getsss to meet patronsss such as yourself."
He clasped his hands and giggled a little when she continued to compliment him. It was not necessary for her to, yet it felt that it came from genuineness. Her words were kind but not condescending nor did she attempt to be manipulative in the transaction. In most scenarios Ye'svonne would not return such kindness but his intrigue prevented him from overselling.
"A wolf should be expected to provide sheep'sss blood, no? I merely have worked on this single talent for a majority of my life and have found myself a knack for theseee convoluted drinks. While it may suck the clock dry, thisss is not a difficult task for I. As much asss I want to agree to theseee terms, I must know what my return would be firssst..." He spoke politely but adamantly. Ye'svonne agreed to nothing with anyone without seeing or being pitched the return offer. Despite being not in a greedy mood, one hundred and fifty potions was still worth something substantial.
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Viktoriya Perekupnik
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 27
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
A woman whose striking appearance matches her extravagant personality. Viktoriya sports strong, almost untamed features, fitting for a woman who grew up on the dangerous outlands of the steppe. She stands at a slender 5'6", with a slim but toned form, one that betrays her initial impressions as a helpless little merchant woman. She has a narrow waist, wide hips, and surprisingly broad shoulders.
Her face is angular, defined, with prominent cheek bones, full crimson lips, sharp, whispy brows, and striking chocolate eyes. Her nose is a subtle pale slope that sticks out prominently from her face. A small beauty mark punctuates the left corner of her lips. She sports a strong, chiseled jaw. Her hair is long and wavy, a gentle auburn like autumn leaves, usually bound in some sort of loose braid. She often smells of expensive perfume, a berry or floral fragrance.
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Clothes and Equipment: Viktoriya is a woman of lavish tastes. She certainly likes to flaunt her wealth, and unabashedly adorns herself with expensive clothing and accessories. Most of the time you can find her wearing some sort of flowing dress with frilled edges, long sleeves, and gorgeous embossed patterns, usually fabrics dyed a combination of royal green, regal white, and ruby red. Her head is usually adorned with a beautiful kokoshnik covered in precious gemstones and pearls, sometimes accompanied by a lace or silken veil. Her fingers usually sport a wide array of finely crafted rings, bangles, and bracelets. A collar of pearl and gemstone necklaces hangs from her neck. Like many among the hetamanate, furs become a common part of her outfit, usually cloaked in some sort of beautiful fur shawl or cloak made of everything from fox to sable. In cold weather or amongst her hetamanate comrades, she's more likely to be sporting a black sheepskin or red fox fur papakha. Rabbit or mink fur gloves are a common accessory in colder climates. Indicative of her hidden readiness in combat, Viktoriya usually wears pants beneath her dress, and can almost always been found walking around in a pair of sturdy leather boots.
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Unlike your typical tradeswoman of a more delicate culture or upbringing, Viktoriya walks the market clearly armed. A shashka hangs from either hip, red cord with frilled baubles hanging from the hilt of either blade. A Khanjali dagger is usually tucked away somewhere hidden but easily accessed on her person, a last line of defense, and something she can usually stow away if asked to disarm amongst her more cowardly business partners.
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Allegiances: The Hetamanate, Giant's Hand
Registered: Jul 10, 2019 16:15:24 GMT -8
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Post by Viktoriya Perekupnik on Jul 20, 2019 7:53:04 GMT -8
A grin grew on the girl's face as she watched the wound close up in a manner of seconds, her eyes wide with whimsical disbelief. She had few interactions with magic, and while this was not the first healing magic she had bore witness to, it still surprised her to see it every time. "Incredible..." she let slip from her lips in a breathy tone, just above a whisper. This stuff was the real deal, it was rare to find quality alchemicals and magical items from independent sellers, they were usually embellished, misidentified, or poorly made. In this case the opposite could not be more true. They were borderline artisanal.
Ye'svonne continued with compliments paid of his own. Viktoriya was easily appeased by flattery, a bright smile and coy look quickly followed the kind words. "Thank you, it is rare many recognize my finer qualities, I am glad you have a good eye for people. I assure you I don't waste time with anyone but the best in craft, so, you've more than earned my patronage." She returned, wanting to show him the same kindness. From there they moved to negotiating the contract. Fortunately, they both seemed in amicable spirits now in spite of their earlier spat. She hoped they could come to an agreement that they would both find fair.
"Of course, the payment. Give me an idea of your production cost per bottle, and perhaps an idea of your typical pricing for a single potion. I would expect a small cut in price since I am buying such a large quantity in bulk, but obviously, I have no great desire to rob you of what you're owed." She said, giving him the floor in terms of advocating for what he felt was the right price, and inquiring about some details that would help her better budget a profitable cost on her end.
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Ye'svonne Airileth
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 36
Physical Description: Ye'svonne was of a humanoid race of reptiles. His skin was jagged and emerald. His eyes were sunlight yellow with jet black vertical slits as his pupils. He had two fangs, one on each side of his mouth that hanged out even when his mouth was closed, when open hundreds of fangs could be seen. His nails were long and bloodletting to the touch. He stood at about 5'6" while he was slouched and an even 6' when he stood straight up.
Clothes and Equipment: He wore ragged cloth and robe for he was quite poor. He bore a large pack on his back that folded out into a portable alchemists table. He wore a bandolier with pre made potions of varying color. His pack and himself was decorated with a multitude of flora a mushrooms.
Allegiances: His family.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 21, 2019 2:41:21 GMT -8
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Post by Ye'svonne Airileth on Jul 22, 2019 3:11:30 GMT -8
Ye'svonne and Viktoriya shared the same grin as her wound closed up. His confidence is the ability of this drink was unwavering but it never grew old to watch it in action. The flora he used in it all had relatively slow acting healing properties, but combined together with a liquid catalyst allowed for it to react much quicker. The downfall of this unfortunately was it prevented the potion from healing much larger wounds all the way. Even still, it would cover most of what most warriors would need. His potions were made in mind for the masses, and unless requested, he abstained from making overly powerful ones.
Her mention of his ability to sense people was not entirely inaccurate, but Ye'svonne wouldn't notice it himself. His time spent with the crew had taught him the closest he could get after birth to an innate feel for how people were. Usually within moments of his conversation. But, without his own knowledge of it he would never be able to use it skillfully. "I wishhh all my patronsss were like you. Yet the obscure often attracts the frivolousss."
He tapped a talon in thought at his own wages. He was given quite a splendorous amount from the marshal not long before this, and he did enjoy Viktoriya's presence. Potions here didn't have much of a weight in gold, especially when they weren't from a recommended source.
"Typically I prefer half a gold per potion, putting usss at around seventy five. For your time and my frustrationsss however, I will ask sixty five. Thirty now, thirty five when I am finished."
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Viktoriya Perekupnik
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 27
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
A woman whose striking appearance matches her extravagant personality. Viktoriya sports strong, almost untamed features, fitting for a woman who grew up on the dangerous outlands of the steppe. She stands at a slender 5'6", with a slim but toned form, one that betrays her initial impressions as a helpless little merchant woman. She has a narrow waist, wide hips, and surprisingly broad shoulders.
Her face is angular, defined, with prominent cheek bones, full crimson lips, sharp, whispy brows, and striking chocolate eyes. Her nose is a subtle pale slope that sticks out prominently from her face. A small beauty mark punctuates the left corner of her lips. She sports a strong, chiseled jaw. Her hair is long and wavy, a gentle auburn like autumn leaves, usually bound in some sort of loose braid. She often smells of expensive perfume, a berry or floral fragrance.
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Clothes and Equipment: Viktoriya is a woman of lavish tastes. She certainly likes to flaunt her wealth, and unabashedly adorns herself with expensive clothing and accessories. Most of the time you can find her wearing some sort of flowing dress with frilled edges, long sleeves, and gorgeous embossed patterns, usually fabrics dyed a combination of royal green, regal white, and ruby red. Her head is usually adorned with a beautiful kokoshnik covered in precious gemstones and pearls, sometimes accompanied by a lace or silken veil. Her fingers usually sport a wide array of finely crafted rings, bangles, and bracelets. A collar of pearl and gemstone necklaces hangs from her neck. Like many among the hetamanate, furs become a common part of her outfit, usually cloaked in some sort of beautiful fur shawl or cloak made of everything from fox to sable. In cold weather or amongst her hetamanate comrades, she's more likely to be sporting a black sheepskin or red fox fur papakha. Rabbit or mink fur gloves are a common accessory in colder climates. Indicative of her hidden readiness in combat, Viktoriya usually wears pants beneath her dress, and can almost always been found walking around in a pair of sturdy leather boots.
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Unlike your typical tradeswoman of a more delicate culture or upbringing, Viktoriya walks the market clearly armed. A shashka hangs from either hip, red cord with frilled baubles hanging from the hilt of either blade. A Khanjali dagger is usually tucked away somewhere hidden but easily accessed on her person, a last line of defense, and something she can usually stow away if asked to disarm amongst her more cowardly business partners.
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Allegiances: The Hetamanate, Giant's Hand
Registered: Jul 10, 2019 16:15:24 GMT -8
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Post by Viktoriya Perekupnik on Jul 22, 2019 8:31:11 GMT -8
The woman gave a soft chuckle "and I wish my sellers knew their craft half as well as you." she quickly remarked, covering her lips with her hand a moment as she instinctively obscured her laughter. The lizard merchant had a good business sense about him, his craft was solid, his expectations humble, and his conduct, for the most part anyway, was courteous. She would quickly come to learn his pricing was very charitable as well.
As the approximate price he'd estimated was given her eyes lit up like glistening gold coin, as though the money she thought she could make off a deal like this shone brightly in her gaze. She gave a wide smile and tapped Vadym with an elbow, who quickly began scrawling down the details of the contract as fast as he could manage. "At that price it's a step above theft, friend. If you're sure you'd be happy with that price, I would gladly accept that rate." she affirmed, reaching for a pouch tucked beneath her fur shawl, she gently loosened the draw strings and began counting coins, placing each one on the stall counter until they finally totaled 30. While this went on, her scribing assistant had produced two copies of their agreement. Viktoriya quickly scanned over the parchment before snatching up the ink pen and scrawling her signature at the bottom of both documents. With this finished she passed them, and the pen, towards Ye'svonne.
"It's been a pleasure doing business with you, in spite of our earlier scuffle. Frankly, I'm glad it happened. It's best to get the tension out of the way early, it'll make our next trade all the more easy." She explained, a wry smile on her lips as she subtly slipped in the confirmation she had plans to buy from him again in the future. She gave a gentle nod to the merchant, prompting him to count the coin she had left and leave his name on their contract documents. She was eager to get this all sealed away.
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Ye'svonne Airileth
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 36
Physical Description: Ye'svonne was of a humanoid race of reptiles. His skin was jagged and emerald. His eyes were sunlight yellow with jet black vertical slits as his pupils. He had two fangs, one on each side of his mouth that hanged out even when his mouth was closed, when open hundreds of fangs could be seen. His nails were long and bloodletting to the touch. He stood at about 5'6" while he was slouched and an even 6' when he stood straight up.
Clothes and Equipment: He wore ragged cloth and robe for he was quite poor. He bore a large pack on his back that folded out into a portable alchemists table. He wore a bandolier with pre made potions of varying color. His pack and himself was decorated with a multitude of flora a mushrooms.
Allegiances: His family.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 21, 2019 2:41:21 GMT -8
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Post by Ye'svonne Airileth on Jul 24, 2019 7:05:58 GMT -8
Ye'svonne was feeling good about feeling that HE had been the generous one in this situation. The potions he made were easily valued at five gold or more a potion, and he knew that. The paths in his life redirected his thoughts from greed to stability though. When he, his beloved, and his child saw food and another month of shelter he always considered that a victory. With this and the deal previous, it was likely he'd even be able to treat his family. It had been a long time since together they had known fun.
"Viktoriya, you are alwaysss welcome at the Father of Liliessss, wherever said portal may appear next. I hope that it isss not long before I see you and your companionsss again. May your travelsss be safe and your mind uncluttered."
He counted out the coin and held a warm smile, unlike his previous. This was without his salesman pride or desires, but one of what he hoped could eventually be friendship. It had been an interesting conversation from the get go and he had learned a lot about himself in the short moments that they spoke. She had a major impact on how he should value his craft and he had much to think about in regards to it. He signed his name and passed the contract back to her.
"Will there be anything elseee, friend? Or have I squandered your time enough?"
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Viktoriya Perekupnik
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 27
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
A woman whose striking appearance matches her extravagant personality. Viktoriya sports strong, almost untamed features, fitting for a woman who grew up on the dangerous outlands of the steppe. She stands at a slender 5'6", with a slim but toned form, one that betrays her initial impressions as a helpless little merchant woman. She has a narrow waist, wide hips, and surprisingly broad shoulders.
Her face is angular, defined, with prominent cheek bones, full crimson lips, sharp, whispy brows, and striking chocolate eyes. Her nose is a subtle pale slope that sticks out prominently from her face. A small beauty mark punctuates the left corner of her lips. She sports a strong, chiseled jaw. Her hair is long and wavy, a gentle auburn like autumn leaves, usually bound in some sort of loose braid. She often smells of expensive perfume, a berry or floral fragrance.
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Clothes and Equipment: Viktoriya is a woman of lavish tastes. She certainly likes to flaunt her wealth, and unabashedly adorns herself with expensive clothing and accessories. Most of the time you can find her wearing some sort of flowing dress with frilled edges, long sleeves, and gorgeous embossed patterns, usually fabrics dyed a combination of royal green, regal white, and ruby red. Her head is usually adorned with a beautiful kokoshnik covered in precious gemstones and pearls, sometimes accompanied by a lace or silken veil. Her fingers usually sport a wide array of finely crafted rings, bangles, and bracelets. A collar of pearl and gemstone necklaces hangs from her neck. Like many among the hetamanate, furs become a common part of her outfit, usually cloaked in some sort of beautiful fur shawl or cloak made of everything from fox to sable. In cold weather or amongst her hetamanate comrades, she's more likely to be sporting a black sheepskin or red fox fur papakha. Rabbit or mink fur gloves are a common accessory in colder climates. Indicative of her hidden readiness in combat, Viktoriya usually wears pants beneath her dress, and can almost always been found walking around in a pair of sturdy leather boots.
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Unlike your typical tradeswoman of a more delicate culture or upbringing, Viktoriya walks the market clearly armed. A shashka hangs from either hip, red cord with frilled baubles hanging from the hilt of either blade. A Khanjali dagger is usually tucked away somewhere hidden but easily accessed on her person, a last line of defense, and something she can usually stow away if asked to disarm amongst her more cowardly business partners.
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Allegiances: The Hetamanate, Giant's Hand
Registered: Jul 10, 2019 16:15:24 GMT -8
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Post by Viktoriya Perekupnik on Jul 24, 2019 19:18:19 GMT -8
Viktoriya gave a warm nod as the scaly salesman spoke fondly of their next meeting and extended her a future hospitality. She had really come to like the merchant, in spite of the ups and down they'd gone through in their introduction. She wasn't sure what she had become so attached to, perhaps just his forward manner of speech, a willingness to speak with her more plainly than most. Reputation tainted impressions, but she had none here, and Ye'svonne had treated her like any other customer, service she rarely received, but found novel, enjoyable. "I thank you very kindly, Ye'svonne, for the warm invitation and the well wishes. I assure you we will return to check in periodically throughout our stay here. Let me know if anything comes up, concerning our deal, or otherwise. I...am not currently sure of our lodgings..however, you seem quite resourceful. I have no doubts you could track us down if need be." She offered, giving a kind smile and a gentle nod to the man.
She gently took her copy of the contract and the pen back. She quickly looked over the pages to make sure he had signed properly, and to make sure they hadn't made any mistakes, before rolling it up and handing it off to her right hand man, who quickly tucked it away.
She let a gentle laugh slip as he left her with his final words. "Hardly squandered, dear. Time is money, I've more than made my investment back in our discussion, and besides, you can't buy good company, so in a way, I've doubled my riches today. Looking forward to picking up the shipment. We'll be in touch, take care of yourself, Ye'svonne." she said, giving a gentle wave of her hand and a bow of her head before gesturing for Vadym to take the lead on their adventure further into the port, the stoic figure giving a gentle nod of his own to the merchant before the pair set off on their walk around the port. She'd scored big with her very first encounter, a good friend, a reliable contact, and a lucrative trade deal. Ye'svonne had set the tone for her success in Isran, a generosity she could not fully repay him for.
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Flann
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 20
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
Flann's appearance is quite eye catching, not only due to her nature as a water-dwelling maiden, but the standout colors and physical qualities that have come with her nereid transformation. The most striking quality she has is her hair, or perhaps more accurately, her tentacles. Her head is covered in a flowing mass of thick, suction-cupped saffron tentacles which flow down her shoulders and back like hair, these appendages naturally integrating into her original sickly ginger locks. She has long bangs which curtain either side of her face and cover the majority of her forehead, obscuring her brows. These unusual appendages only barely outshine her eyes: gigantic, baby blue, shimmering eyes with thick black lashes and prominent pupils that take up a massive portion of her almond shaped face, giving her a childlike appearance. Her nose is slight and small, speckled with dark freckles that cascade across her cheeks. Her lips are thin and small, her chin pointed and slight. She has pale, fair skin, her arms and shoulders dotted with similar spattering freckles. Her physique seems frail, very slight, she is short in stature, standing only 5'2" on land.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's difficult to possess many things as a creature bound to the confines of the ever shifting ocean. What Flann does possess consists of whatever she can keep on her person. This includes a specialty made dress of magical infusion that goes wholly unaffected by it's endless soak in the sea, the young nereid still uncomfortable with the idea of swimming around in a more 'natural' state. She wears a white embroidered kerchief with a wavy pattern hem and two solid navy blue stripes, a short sleeved white chemise with navy cuffs and matching blue apron style overcoat, a binder with black bow accents, usually dressed without footwear of any kind. She also sports a small cross body satchel which she uses to store the few items she keeps on her, including her coin. The bag is of similar magical make and seems to keep the objects inside from being damaged or ruined by water exposure.
Registered: Jul 26, 2019 22:22:43 GMT -8
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Post by Flann on Jul 28, 2019 19:40:24 GMT -8
The crimson, undulating tendrils crowning the head of the young nereid maiden had become a regular sight popping up around the various docks at Port Silverion, Flann making a fairly notable reputation for herself among the regular workers around the port. From ship crews to sidestreet merchants, the young cephalopod was desperate for information concerning her father, and unabashed when it came to asking about it. Beyond this, she was quite the regular patron of the few stalls and stores here, unable to reach the recesses of the city due to the whole 'not being able to breath' situation. She paid well, and made herself known as a friendly and welcome patron. After all, in spite of her purpose in port being quite morbid, she was still the bubbly, easily excitable young girl she had been before the incident, drawn in by wondrous sights and interesting people with little prompting.
Flann had spent the better part of the day interrogating the foreign ships that sailed in to the free docks, with...questionable results, struggling in many cases to bridge a language barrier and in fewer but not insignificant instances, struggling to keep her head as threats and hostilities were brandished at her for her unnatural qualities. She disliked this the most out of any of the new host of problems which came with being reborn as a water nymph. Before now she had been well liked, approachable, and welcomed in many of the communities she explored or called home. Now though, it was a coin toss as to whether or not she'd even get the respect to be treated as equal to someone, much less a warm welcome. She assumed this problem would only grow more severe the further she ventured from Isra, for at the very least, the Isran Empire was home to a diverse variety of people.
Weary from the arduous task of information gathering, and dejected from her lack of any success, the tentacled traveler took it upon herself to relax a bit with a trip around the market's edge, bobbing up and down atop the water, just able to see high enough to meet eyes with the vendors on the edge of the docks as the waves rose and crashed gently against the sea wall. The woman moved swiftly with the roll of a wave, propping herself up on the edge of the pier, her legs dangling gently in the water. Her bulbous blue eyes scanned the scene, quickly passing over familiar stalls and semi-familiar faces, until her eyes caught on a curious sight. A trader had popped up amongst the crowds, though from the look of the cart and horse, it seemed unlikely he was one of the sea traders. Now that was interesting, while it wasn't the most uncommon to see carts and cargo caravans around the port, most of them were usually quickly moving in and out of the city, more commonly seen around the warehouses.
His face seemed somewhat familiar, though the two of them had never actually spoken before. Perhaps it was time to change that. From her position on the wall it was hard to see exactly what he had in his cart, but the glittering glisten seemed to suggest it was valuables of some kind, perhaps magical artifacts among them. She tapped the bag that hung at her hip, feeling the fairly weighty coin purse within. Someone with her affinity for various tasks in the water was quite desirable when it came to hiring workers around the port, she'd made a good chunk of coin working odd jobs. Flann began shimmying her way down the edge of the docks, the tentacles on her head tightly taut, as though they strained to help her lift herself and scoot along, though of course, their positioning on her head meant they provided no real assistance to the effort. As she crept close enough to be within speaking distance to the man she met eyes with him, her bright ceruleans gently glistening in the evening sun. She gave a soft wave of her hand, hoping to further draw his attention, as approaching the cart directly was sort of out of the question for the waterbound girl.
"H-Hey there! 'scuse me but um...could I borrow a bit of yer time ser? I promise it won't take long, we could talk while I...ah, take a quick juke at your stock? I can't see too well from here but you seem to have quite a few unusual pieces, might be a treasure buried in it, ay? If not then...well...s'pose I'll give you a few copper for yer time atleast." she remarked, speaking in a tone just below a yell, her voice fighting to carry over the white noise of the marketplace and the gentle crash of the waves beneath her. She hoped her appeal to his wallet would take precedence over any prejudices he held towards 'sub-humans', as the more caustic were prone to calling her.
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Kejar Lons Hallaltsan
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Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
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Kejar is by no means large or small, he is but of an average height and has a lean body. He travels by wagon frequently, carrying goods from place to place in order to make a profit, because of this he is used to carrying awkward and heavy merchandise.
Kejar has two pointed ears and short light brown hair. His skin is lightly tanned, and he has emerald green eyes.
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Kejar wears a a single colored medium tan button-up shirt, that he often rolls up the sleeves on. He wears grey trousers and will roll them up to below his knees, during hot and humid weather.
Kejar by occupation is a travelling merchant and so he uses a small wagon to carry his wares from town to town, even camping temporarily by roadside when night falls. Therefore, he regularly has camping supplies stored on his wagon, such as a shovel and a small hatchet to collect firewood. He keeps wares in wooden crates and a few barrels, depending of the respective ware. He has a money patch hooked onto his brown leather belt. For defense he carries a hunting knife and a medium weight sword, similar to that of a rapier called a “sidesword”.
Allegiances: Mainly to himself
Player's online availability : This is always in flux
Registered: Jul 27, 2019 11:02:45 GMT -8
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Post by Kejar Lons Hallaltsan on Jul 29, 2019 5:25:34 GMT -8
Kejar parked his small wagon once he reached a comfortable place. The ocean air was something he found refreshing in his previous visits here. He had checked over his stock, there were foodstuffs, tools, bits of armor, a couple shields, and a few weapons.
Quite the variety if I do say so. Hopefully there will be a an interested customer, I don't rotting food... And this is why we stay away from perishables! Kejar though to himself. He seemed calm, with his pointed ears and emerald green shimmering eyes. As a merchant he desired to sell all his wares, then buy new wares for a better price. His plan was to then go off and see those wares somewhere else where perhaps they would be more valuable. However this was all a delicate business.
The merchant looked at the rather interesting customer, she was an unusual kind and he didn't know what to quite make of here yet. His first impression was that she must be a local, fore how else would someone with tentacled hair survive. His second impression was that she seemed rather polite, which was either a really good thing in his book, unless they were too polite. If someone is too polite then they can appear suspicious. His pointed ears picked up on the call and he replied back calmly, "Why yes miss, I would not mind that. A customer is always welcome. Is there an item you are looking for? I have some foodstuffs from a few towns over and a few bits of armor and some useful tools. I also have a a few weapons and shields, the prized item of the lot is a rare enchanted shield I picked up recently. To be honest not entirely sure what the enchantment does."
Perhaps his most prominent feature was his ears. They were similar to that of a human's but the way they appeared had a essence of a faun's ears, perhaps this merchant was an eighth or quarter faun, however that may be besides the matter. He was willing to speak with the young maiden, and the promise of coin did not hurt that.
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Xissk
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 17
Physical Description: Short and stout. Xissk has a short, round face with orang eyes and olive-green scales. He has three talons on the end of each of his feet and hands.
Clothes and Equipment: Xissk wears a black tunic and a white and grey cloak in the design of bird's wings. He carries two katanas and has a walking stick that separates into a three-section staff.
He also wields shurikens.
Registered: Jun 27, 2019 8:22:35 GMT -8
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Post by Xissk on Jul 29, 2019 10:40:08 GMT -8
Xissk strolled down the streets of the port, taking a big breath of the salty air. How he loved the sea. He could never get enough of it. He passed by the stalls, eyeing vendors selling various foodstuffs. His stomach rumbled as many delightful smells flooded his senses. He resisted the urge to drool as his tongue flicked out, tasting the air. He caught many scents, including... Wait What was that? Xissk spotted a flash of red tentacles atop a young woman's head. A maiden in trouble! Perhaps a pesky octopus had latched itself onto the poor woman's head, or maybe she was being attacked by a squid not yet butchered by a vendor. He rushed forwards towards the woman- only to see that she was neither under attack, nor were the tentacles an octopus or squid. The realization that they were her hair flooded him, and he blinked, confused. This was new. Xissk crept forwards to get a better look and smell, and the merchant came into view as well. The young reptilian adventurer paused. What were they up to? He continued to creep forwards, staying out of sight as best he could.
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Flann
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 20
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
Flann's appearance is quite eye catching, not only due to her nature as a water-dwelling maiden, but the standout colors and physical qualities that have come with her nereid transformation. The most striking quality she has is her hair, or perhaps more accurately, her tentacles. Her head is covered in a flowing mass of thick, suction-cupped saffron tentacles which flow down her shoulders and back like hair, these appendages naturally integrating into her original sickly ginger locks. She has long bangs which curtain either side of her face and cover the majority of her forehead, obscuring her brows. These unusual appendages only barely outshine her eyes: gigantic, baby blue, shimmering eyes with thick black lashes and prominent pupils that take up a massive portion of her almond shaped face, giving her a childlike appearance. Her nose is slight and small, speckled with dark freckles that cascade across her cheeks. Her lips are thin and small, her chin pointed and slight. She has pale, fair skin, her arms and shoulders dotted with similar spattering freckles. Her physique seems frail, very slight, she is short in stature, standing only 5'2" on land.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's difficult to possess many things as a creature bound to the confines of the ever shifting ocean. What Flann does possess consists of whatever she can keep on her person. This includes a specialty made dress of magical infusion that goes wholly unaffected by it's endless soak in the sea, the young nereid still uncomfortable with the idea of swimming around in a more 'natural' state. She wears a white embroidered kerchief with a wavy pattern hem and two solid navy blue stripes, a short sleeved white chemise with navy cuffs and matching blue apron style overcoat, a binder with black bow accents, usually dressed without footwear of any kind. She also sports a small cross body satchel which she uses to store the few items she keeps on her, including her coin. The bag is of similar magical make and seems to keep the objects inside from being damaged or ruined by water exposure.
Registered: Jul 26, 2019 22:22:43 GMT -8
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Post by Flann on Jul 29, 2019 14:07:34 GMT -8
The tension in her shoulders softened as the merchant gave her a warm welcome, seemingly free from scorn for her unnatural appearance or an annoyance with her approaching him. She let a little sigh slip her lips and listened closely as he went to explain a bit about what he was selling and if he had anything of interest to her. She mulled over her response a moment, then moved swiftly to answer.
"Well...I've not exactly got a need fer anything too particular. Few things keep well in the water, and believe it or not I'm not exactly a warrior, shocking aye?" she joked, gesturing to her simple plainclothes and diminutive form. "I could use a bite to eat I s'pose, I'm right shattered from dock hopping all day." She mused, her words trailing listlessly as she threw out the thought with a certain non-committal carelessness. "To be honest with ya though, what'd I'd really find valuable is some information, I'll buy a good meal from ye if you'd answer a few questions fer me while I ate. Seem like a fair deal?" Flann asked, tilting her head as she propositioned a little bartering between them, shooting a kind smile that she hoped would help sweeten her pitch.
It seemed her little meeting with the merchant wouldn't be all too simple after all. The blurred movement of fast paces towards them drew her gaze. Be it a few months in the unrelenting ocean, or a trained instinctive anxiety around the docks as she often found herself chased off or harassed by the less welcoming workers in Silverion, the girl had keen senses for what might be danger, catching a glimpse of a figure the periphery of her vision. As fast as it had led up it slowed and meandered off softly, maybe she'd just misread the current of the crowd, but whatever it was that had put her on alert quickly faded back into the mundane flow of foot traffic to the girl, her focus returning to the merchant, awaiting his reply. Her glance in the lurker's direction was far from subtle, surely they would've noticed her glancing their way for those brief few moments.
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Kejar Lons Hallaltsan
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Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
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Kejar is by no means large or small, he is but of an average height and has a lean body. He travels by wagon frequently, carrying goods from place to place in order to make a profit, because of this he is used to carrying awkward and heavy merchandise.
Kejar has two pointed ears and short light brown hair. His skin is lightly tanned, and he has emerald green eyes.
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Kejar wears a a single colored medium tan button-up shirt, that he often rolls up the sleeves on. He wears grey trousers and will roll them up to below his knees, during hot and humid weather.
Kejar by occupation is a travelling merchant and so he uses a small wagon to carry his wares from town to town, even camping temporarily by roadside when night falls. Therefore, he regularly has camping supplies stored on his wagon, such as a shovel and a small hatchet to collect firewood. He keeps wares in wooden crates and a few barrels, depending of the respective ware. He has a money patch hooked onto his brown leather belt. For defense he carries a hunting knife and a medium weight sword, similar to that of a rapier called a “sidesword”.
Allegiances: Mainly to himself
Player's online availability : This is always in flux
Registered: Jul 27, 2019 11:02:45 GMT -8
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Post by Kejar Lons Hallaltsan on Jul 29, 2019 16:35:58 GMT -8
Kejar nods, "Let's see what I have. I have a few fruits, they're perishable so I'd recommend getting those while they are still fresh. I also have bread, some ingredients, like grains, and a few herbs. I don't have any meat, that spoils way too fast. Do you have a preference on what you want? For the fruits I have a rough sack full of apples, there's a smaller bag of apricots.....and I have....." The merchant grabs a bag and opens it, "Ah, there's some grapes. These look good, and lastly I have a small bag of lemons. I think those are more often bought as an ingredient, so I don't know how tasty they are on their own. As for answering your questions.... I'm not sure what I would know that would be as useful for you, but go fire away your questions!"
Kejar smiles as he says that last line. He grabs the fruits moving them closer, so they would be easier to view. Afterwards he reorganizes the wagon a bit, moving the items around. The merchant pauses and rests his hands on his wagon, "Would you answer one of my own questions?"
Kejar's thoughts drift back and he finds his eye flashing portions of his life. He was searching his mind to prepare possible answers for any of her questions, during his search for answers of commonly asked questions he briefly returned to a time better forgot... the day he left his home.
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Xissk
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 17
Physical Description: Short and stout. Xissk has a short, round face with orang eyes and olive-green scales. He has three talons on the end of each of his feet and hands.
Clothes and Equipment: Xissk wears a black tunic and a white and grey cloak in the design of bird's wings. He carries two katanas and has a walking stick that separates into a three-section staff.
He also wields shurikens.
Registered: Jun 27, 2019 8:22:35 GMT -8
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Post by Xissk on Jul 29, 2019 18:07:30 GMT -8
As Flann glanced in his direction, Xissk ducked behind a stall. The owner glared at him. "Oi. Ya gonna buy something, or what? If not, scram." He shooed the young lizard away. Xissk bowed his head and muttered a a quick apology, before strolling towards Flann, hoping that the crowds would disguise his intent. He walked past her and, as soon as he was out of eye's view, promptly whirled around and made his way back.
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Flann
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 20
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Flann's appearance is quite eye catching, not only due to her nature as a water-dwelling maiden, but the standout colors and physical qualities that have come with her nereid transformation. The most striking quality she has is her hair, or perhaps more accurately, her tentacles. Her head is covered in a flowing mass of thick, suction-cupped saffron tentacles which flow down her shoulders and back like hair, these appendages naturally integrating into her original sickly ginger locks. She has long bangs which curtain either side of her face and cover the majority of her forehead, obscuring her brows. These unusual appendages only barely outshine her eyes: gigantic, baby blue, shimmering eyes with thick black lashes and prominent pupils that take up a massive portion of her almond shaped face, giving her a childlike appearance. Her nose is slight and small, speckled with dark freckles that cascade across her cheeks. Her lips are thin and small, her chin pointed and slight. She has pale, fair skin, her arms and shoulders dotted with similar spattering freckles. Her physique seems frail, very slight, she is short in stature, standing only 5'2" on land.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's difficult to possess many things as a creature bound to the confines of the ever shifting ocean. What Flann does possess consists of whatever she can keep on her person. This includes a specialty made dress of magical infusion that goes wholly unaffected by it's endless soak in the sea, the young nereid still uncomfortable with the idea of swimming around in a more 'natural' state. She wears a white embroidered kerchief with a wavy pattern hem and two solid navy blue stripes, a short sleeved white chemise with navy cuffs and matching blue apron style overcoat, a binder with black bow accents, usually dressed without footwear of any kind. She also sports a small cross body satchel which she uses to store the few items she keeps on her, including her coin. The bag is of similar magical make and seems to keep the objects inside from being damaged or ruined by water exposure.
Registered: Jul 26, 2019 22:22:43 GMT -8
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Post by Flann on Jul 29, 2019 18:53:42 GMT -8
Flann gently nodded along as the merchant went about explaining some his stock, her eyes following his movements as he slowly toured her through what he was carrying and what she might be interested in buying. The man showed a lot of forethought when it came to his wares, and he seemed to have a good sense of what she might be interested in off the little information she had given him to go off of. The sea-maiden tapped her chin gently with an index finger, musing as to what would satiate her cravings. In truth it had been a long time since she'd eaten produce or baked goods, with her transformation came a preoccupation with seafood, but it was time to try out something different, and besides, she'd agreed to buy from him in exchange for a few questions answered.
Before she could continue on with giving him her order however, her attention was once again pulled from the merchant. There was definitely something odd going on nearby, and as she saw a familiar figure amongst the crowds. At first she would've dismissed it again, but seeing him pass her and then suddenly turn around and walk back the other way set her off. She met eyes with the traveling salesman and flicked her head towards her scaly admirer, cupping a hand over her mouth. "Say, ya think that guy's gawking at me? It's putting me on edge." she hissed, her eyes stealing another glance at the stranger before she let her hand drop and did her best to play off their hushed little discussion, patting down her skirt in a quite obvious overcompensating need to look 'natural.' She tried to focus back on the buying, her eyes forcibly affixed to the cart, her nerves slowly beginning to settle after a too long silence between them.
"Mmm, ye really do have a bit of everything, ay? It's certainly convenient, if nothing else." She remarked with a soft little laugh. "I think I'll take a few of yer apples, and a loaf of bread, if ya don't mind." she asked, reaching into her bag to pull out a few shining silver coins, she figured these would more than cover the cost of her fairly mundane purchases. She held out a handful to the merchant, patiently waiting for him to take them and hand her her goods. She decided to return to his comment on her impromptu interview, figuring he was atleast owed an explanation before she launched into it.
"Maybe nothing but...ah, ya see, I don't have much to go on with this so, I'm stabbing blind hoping to strike, I guess. My father went missing around here not too long ago, maybe just under a year now. I've been looking for him. I was wondering if maybe you'd ever seen an East Isran Ship, The Crimson Lily, was her name. If not that then...if you've ever heard the name Raimund Leitner... or Raimund Ó Murchadha? Sometimes he used my mother's name." she asked, her eyes wide, hopeful, lips thin, brows curved up in the middle, the desperation on her face palpable. She could feel her heart thumping against her chest like a war drum as she awaited his response.
His sudden reversal only served to frazzle her even more, her head recoiling back in surprise. She gestured to herself, placing her palm firmly on her chest. "Fer me? I mean...It's only fair if I'm asking you to answer mine but...I'm not sure what I could really tell ye of use." she cried, a brow now firmly cocked in confusion.
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