Hansel von Dietzhoff
Dedicated
𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Jul 1, 2020 17:32:17 GMT -8
"Tired. I understand. The years would be restless of course. I saw it all though it was condensed into but a few hours but yes, awful. Maybe this is some faux-philosophical trite shite, but the people following the creatures were far more frightening than the creatures themselves. Still, world has worse. Haven't seen much but its out there." Deciding to quit his rambling Hansel took a few turns between the tents about the place before coming upon one that he recognized as his own. "Much of the same really. Tried to travel as much as possible to...." He took a pause. "Well, travelled a lot." he said, stepping into the tent and shooing out his comrade before motioning for Livilla to follow. Pulling up a small wooden chair for his counterpart before sitting down on one himself Hans got to the long work of getting his armour off of himself so he could get to his wounds.
A thought then occurred to him. "Errr, I don't suppose any funny business with time happened back there? I don't think I'd be very happy to find out more years passed for one of us than the other but I'd rather know than sit there wondering." Hans cursed himself, thinking perhaps his wording invited the possibility a lie would be said to safeguard his sensibilities. "Three or so years out here in the open world passed since we got parted."
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Liv Featherstone
Dedicated
Call me Livilla.. I DARE you.
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 17
Physical Description: Often described as 'elfin', Livilla - who prefers to be called Liv (and gods help you if you call her 'Livilla' within her hearing) - is pint-sized and delicate, coming in at a thoroughly unimpressive 5'2". With a delicate bone structure, she's wiry and nimble, with not a whole lot in the way of muscle mass, and she looks like she weighs about as much as a wet puppy, which isn't far from the truth. She has girlish features that are usually adorned with one of three expressions - mischief, focus, or curiosity. Anything else is somewhat rare. She keeps her brown hair cut short and shaggy just even with her shoulders, and her eyes are a mercurial hazel that go from brown, to green, to grey, to gold, to blue in an instant, usually reflecting her thoughts and/or mood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Liv wears a pair of low-slung, tight-fitting breeches with buckles up the sides and a brown leather belt around her hips. These are habitually tucked into a pair of mid-calf brown leather boots with laces, buckles, and two-inch heels, the toebox and counter of which are covered in a thin shell of enchanted brass. A short, thin white blouse with a low scoop neck, short puff sleeves, and ruffled edges, is worn beneath a corset that looks much like her breeches, with detachable straps that fasten at the top and go over her shoulders. Over all this, she wears a button-up moss green coat with slightly puffy shoulders and a large collar, which falls to mid-thigh, adorned with various buckles, straps, and decorative chains, the sleeves of which are habitually rolled up to just short of her elbows. Around her right wrist she wears an enchanted brown leather bracer with three small buckles (that can be activated to form a magical shield), and always atop her head is a brown leather pageboy hat with a small brim and a brass fleur de lis charm. Around her hips she wears a belt strung with random tools of her trade, and belt pouches filled with various odds and ends. One of the most noticeable of these is a small, strange rod that appears to be composed of brass, and is obviously enchanted, although what exactly this enchantment may be is generally unknown. She wears it at her right hip, within easy reach, at all times; this rod is magically hardened and can extend however long she needs it to, allowing her to defend herself, and a small infusion of mana fills it with varying amounts of electricity, allowing her to zap people and flee, when needed.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: May 23, 2016 13:36:10 GMT -8
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Post by Liv Featherstone on Jul 1, 2020 17:49:48 GMT -8
"Men are sometimes bigger monsters than the monsters themselves."
It was said quietly, her voice almost hollow. She'd seen the atrocities perpetrated by both the humans and the creatures, and she wasn't sure which were worse. Hansel's obvious pain at their parting and how he'd tried to fill the time was obvious, and she squeezed his hand gently to say she'd understood. She'd been fighting for her life -- he'd been fighting for his sanity, it seemed. As they entered a tent, she froze uncertainly at the sight of someone unfamiliar, but relaxed almost as soon as the man was gone. While she wanted to sit in the offered chair, part of her was still too wound up, knowing that once she stopped moving, she'd probably fall asleep. It had been years since she'd slept well.
"I.. honestly, I don't know. The place we were... There was no day or night there. I can only guess it was about the same amount of time. It felt like forever."
After a moment, she approached him, and her deft fingers moved to help with his armor. She gave him an uncertain look, hoping he wouldn't try to stop her, and murmured an explanation, because he was no doubt confused about her actions.
"I just.. want to touch ya. It's been so long. Let me help?"
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
Dedicated
𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Jul 5, 2020 19:51:25 GMT -8
"Right." he concurred, leaving the matter of evil at that. To be honest he wasn't as interested in the matter as all that in spite of his occupation, his view of the world was rather simple and it was just a momentary babble he even now came to regret fussing over.
"Mmmm." was all he could offer in regards to the reply of no day-night cycle preventing accurate measure of time. The answer wasn't very reassuring, but he didn't push the matter further seeing he'd get no value from it. But as the girl came closer to help him doff his plate he stopped, looking down. "Err, I was actually about to turn away and ask you to do the same. I uh... I don't want you to see me like this. I know in that hellscape you probably saw your own share of people missing bits what they need but still. I won't insist on it of course, it's mostly a cautionary thing rather than my modesty and all."
Alone or assisted Hansel finished taking off his armour, deciding to punctuate the silence somewhere halfway through with more than just the sliding of metal. "So... there wasn't anyone else? Some of them half-elf lads are real lookers. Poncey of course but handsome boys." He tried to cool the question with a little jest, but Hans was still intent on knowing.
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Liv Featherstone
Dedicated
Call me Livilla.. I DARE you.
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 17
Physical Description: Often described as 'elfin', Livilla - who prefers to be called Liv (and gods help you if you call her 'Livilla' within her hearing) - is pint-sized and delicate, coming in at a thoroughly unimpressive 5'2". With a delicate bone structure, she's wiry and nimble, with not a whole lot in the way of muscle mass, and she looks like she weighs about as much as a wet puppy, which isn't far from the truth. She has girlish features that are usually adorned with one of three expressions - mischief, focus, or curiosity. Anything else is somewhat rare. She keeps her brown hair cut short and shaggy just even with her shoulders, and her eyes are a mercurial hazel that go from brown, to green, to grey, to gold, to blue in an instant, usually reflecting her thoughts and/or mood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Liv wears a pair of low-slung, tight-fitting breeches with buckles up the sides and a brown leather belt around her hips. These are habitually tucked into a pair of mid-calf brown leather boots with laces, buckles, and two-inch heels, the toebox and counter of which are covered in a thin shell of enchanted brass. A short, thin white blouse with a low scoop neck, short puff sleeves, and ruffled edges, is worn beneath a corset that looks much like her breeches, with detachable straps that fasten at the top and go over her shoulders. Over all this, she wears a button-up moss green coat with slightly puffy shoulders and a large collar, which falls to mid-thigh, adorned with various buckles, straps, and decorative chains, the sleeves of which are habitually rolled up to just short of her elbows. Around her right wrist she wears an enchanted brown leather bracer with three small buckles (that can be activated to form a magical shield), and always atop her head is a brown leather pageboy hat with a small brim and a brass fleur de lis charm. Around her hips she wears a belt strung with random tools of her trade, and belt pouches filled with various odds and ends. One of the most noticeable of these is a small, strange rod that appears to be composed of brass, and is obviously enchanted, although what exactly this enchantment may be is generally unknown. She wears it at her right hip, within easy reach, at all times; this rod is magically hardened and can extend however long she needs it to, allowing her to defend herself, and a small infusion of mana fills it with varying amounts of electricity, allowing her to zap people and flee, when needed.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: May 23, 2016 13:36:10 GMT -8
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Post by Liv Featherstone on Jul 6, 2020 18:58:17 GMT -8
"..Oh. Uh.. yeah, sure."
It felt like a rejection, even though she knew it shouldn't. Starved for affection and physical contact that didn't involve running for her life or tending wounds, Liv had just wanted to be close to him. But they were both covered in blood and gore, and she could understand why he wouldn't want to touch her. She withdrew with an awkward grimace, turning away from him while she tried in vain to wipe some of the ichor from her face, and stared out the slit in the tent's opening while he removed his armor.
His question, unexpected as it was, made her jump, and she cast an incredulous look over her shoulder at him.. before realizing she was supposed to be very much not looking. A sharp, mirthless laugh left her lips as she forced her gaze out the tent flap again. Her arms crossed over her chest in a defensive gesture, as though trying to ward off the sting of his words. Her tone was bitter as she replied, rubbing her upper arms anxiously.
"I didn't exactly have time for romance while tryin' not to die, Hansel. Even if I had, there could never be anyone for me but you. But you, ya could have replaced me with any number of girls. Should I be askin' if there's still a place for me in your life? Or should I go ahead and arrange passage back to Isra alone?"
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
Dedicated
𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Jul 15, 2020 19:33:55 GMT -8
Seeing the dejected look of Liv the lad felt like he had just kicked a puppy and sighed. "Whatever, you're a big girl, you can handle it." he turned back, and accepted any help provided even if somewhat reluctantly. After a long effort his plate was finally off, but the boy beneath was only a little closer with his splint, scale, chainmail and cloth armour having to be taken off. At the very least he was a little cooler now, a bit of air going through his body. More blood was visible and more of the stench stuck under his great amount of clothing and armour came forth.
Hans soon regretted the question but then sighed, stopping the undressing. Well if it came to that then he supposed he'd come right out with it. "As a matter of fact I could have, and I tried. Now I've been busy myself, sleeping and eating only every other day if I were lucky. I tried to get busy to forget, but that's quite hard because almost anything my line of work has me do doesn't require much brains so they were free to think and wallow in anger. I met people of course, people with whom I connected on a level I cannot describe. But for one reason or another it didn't work out. Typically because I realized I wasn't over the past but I'm not ashamed to admit that wasn't always the case."
Stopping to breathe in the silence a few times Hans continued. "So we're in the present. Years passed. There's a good chance we're different people. Now, that doesn't mean that the Livilla I gave all sorts of childish promises to isn't still there for me to repeat them. However, its quite possible she's grown too different. The very same thing applies to me. I've seen and done things unsavoury to say the least, but I'm also a lot less daft. Perhaps I've changed too much for you to accept me any more."
Now dropping off the last individual pieces of his splint and scale Hansel started to pull his chainmail off of himself, continuing when it was entirely off. "But perhaps our changes will only make us better people in the eyes of the other. So what does this mean? Well, I don't think we can continue where we left off. But I think we can start anew and should fate allow it come to something even better than what was had. What do you say?" It was a lot to ask of the girl and chances are his honesty about his recent past would only get a negative reaction but he hoped it would all work out nevertheless.
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Liv Featherstone
Dedicated
Call me Livilla.. I DARE you.
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 17
Physical Description: Often described as 'elfin', Livilla - who prefers to be called Liv (and gods help you if you call her 'Livilla' within her hearing) - is pint-sized and delicate, coming in at a thoroughly unimpressive 5'2". With a delicate bone structure, she's wiry and nimble, with not a whole lot in the way of muscle mass, and she looks like she weighs about as much as a wet puppy, which isn't far from the truth. She has girlish features that are usually adorned with one of three expressions - mischief, focus, or curiosity. Anything else is somewhat rare. She keeps her brown hair cut short and shaggy just even with her shoulders, and her eyes are a mercurial hazel that go from brown, to green, to grey, to gold, to blue in an instant, usually reflecting her thoughts and/or mood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Liv wears a pair of low-slung, tight-fitting breeches with buckles up the sides and a brown leather belt around her hips. These are habitually tucked into a pair of mid-calf brown leather boots with laces, buckles, and two-inch heels, the toebox and counter of which are covered in a thin shell of enchanted brass. A short, thin white blouse with a low scoop neck, short puff sleeves, and ruffled edges, is worn beneath a corset that looks much like her breeches, with detachable straps that fasten at the top and go over her shoulders. Over all this, she wears a button-up moss green coat with slightly puffy shoulders and a large collar, which falls to mid-thigh, adorned with various buckles, straps, and decorative chains, the sleeves of which are habitually rolled up to just short of her elbows. Around her right wrist she wears an enchanted brown leather bracer with three small buckles (that can be activated to form a magical shield), and always atop her head is a brown leather pageboy hat with a small brim and a brass fleur de lis charm. Around her hips she wears a belt strung with random tools of her trade, and belt pouches filled with various odds and ends. One of the most noticeable of these is a small, strange rod that appears to be composed of brass, and is obviously enchanted, although what exactly this enchantment may be is generally unknown. She wears it at her right hip, within easy reach, at all times; this rod is magically hardened and can extend however long she needs it to, allowing her to defend herself, and a small infusion of mana fills it with varying amounts of electricity, allowing her to zap people and flee, when needed.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: May 23, 2016 13:36:10 GMT -8
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Post by Liv Featherstone on Jul 16, 2020 18:43:04 GMT -8
Despite his reluctant offer, Liv kept her distance. The dynamic that had once existed between them was gone, and in the wake of his rejection (or so she perceived it), she didn't know how to reach out to him. Whether physically or metaphorically. Instead, she continued to linger by the tent flap, listening to him as he shed his blood-covered armor. But it was his words that seemed to knock the air out of her, making her exhale sharply. She was glad her back was to him as tears once again filled her eyes, but this time, they weren't born of joy.
He'd tried to move on from her. Logically, it made sense, she understood this in a sort of detached way. Her brain grasped it quite easily. Her heart was another matter, and it ached at the thought of him meeting people he'd 'connected' with. What had it been, his coming here? An attempt to get closure? His words confused her. They'd both grown up, both changed. She'd grown hardened, but she'd fought for her life, hoping to see him again someday. He was all that had kept her going. And he... He'd tried to forget her.
Struggling to swallow past the lump in her throat, Liv swiped angrily at the tears that were spilling from her eyes and making tracks through the grime on her face. When she spoke, her voice was thick with emotion.
"I need a bath."
What she needed was to be alone, to try and figure out how she felt about what he'd said. Without looking at him, she pushed out of the tent and began running. There was lots of water in this place, and she could probably find some kind soul willing to give her a change of clothes, but that was the last thing on her mind.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
Dedicated
𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Jul 24, 2020 21:39:06 GMT -8
"You do, but I don't think that's the first thing on your mind." Hans said, looking down at the ground. As she turned and left the tent he stood up and ran after her, calling out "Wait!" as he reached out to softly put his hand on her shoulder. "I just... well, look. If you don't want to see me any more and you feel you can't go on with me after what I said then so be it, I failed you I suppose and I shan't tell you to not be upset at what I said. But I just want you to know that I didn't say what I said to hurt you or because I wanted to be rid of you or anything of the sort. I just didn't think it'd be fair to lie, to force myself and - by extension - you to go on in a lie. And don't cry, this might sound trite but I'm not worth them tears. I'll stick around here a week, help these poor bastards out; you'll be able to find me in the tent in the evenings if you ever want to see me again. If I don't see you after that then I understand, I'll go on my path."
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Liv Featherstone
Dedicated
Call me Livilla.. I DARE you.
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 17
Physical Description: Often described as 'elfin', Livilla - who prefers to be called Liv (and gods help you if you call her 'Livilla' within her hearing) - is pint-sized and delicate, coming in at a thoroughly unimpressive 5'2". With a delicate bone structure, she's wiry and nimble, with not a whole lot in the way of muscle mass, and she looks like she weighs about as much as a wet puppy, which isn't far from the truth. She has girlish features that are usually adorned with one of three expressions - mischief, focus, or curiosity. Anything else is somewhat rare. She keeps her brown hair cut short and shaggy just even with her shoulders, and her eyes are a mercurial hazel that go from brown, to green, to grey, to gold, to blue in an instant, usually reflecting her thoughts and/or mood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Liv wears a pair of low-slung, tight-fitting breeches with buckles up the sides and a brown leather belt around her hips. These are habitually tucked into a pair of mid-calf brown leather boots with laces, buckles, and two-inch heels, the toebox and counter of which are covered in a thin shell of enchanted brass. A short, thin white blouse with a low scoop neck, short puff sleeves, and ruffled edges, is worn beneath a corset that looks much like her breeches, with detachable straps that fasten at the top and go over her shoulders. Over all this, she wears a button-up moss green coat with slightly puffy shoulders and a large collar, which falls to mid-thigh, adorned with various buckles, straps, and decorative chains, the sleeves of which are habitually rolled up to just short of her elbows. Around her right wrist she wears an enchanted brown leather bracer with three small buckles (that can be activated to form a magical shield), and always atop her head is a brown leather pageboy hat with a small brim and a brass fleur de lis charm. Around her hips she wears a belt strung with random tools of her trade, and belt pouches filled with various odds and ends. One of the most noticeable of these is a small, strange rod that appears to be composed of brass, and is obviously enchanted, although what exactly this enchantment may be is generally unknown. She wears it at her right hip, within easy reach, at all times; this rod is magically hardened and can extend however long she needs it to, allowing her to defend herself, and a small infusion of mana fills it with varying amounts of electricity, allowing her to zap people and flee, when needed.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: May 23, 2016 13:36:10 GMT -8
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Post by Liv Featherstone on Jul 26, 2020 18:15:59 GMT -8
It was easy to get turned around in an unfamiliar place, especially when every tent looked the same. Running quickly became impossible, and made it easy for Hansel to catch up with her. But honestly, she hadn't been expecting him to. Which is why when a hand suddenly landed on her shoulder, her reaction was not a peaceful one. Two years of fighting for your life against men and monsters alike would have a lasting effect on anyone. Liv was no exception. This is why the unexpected touch resulted in her whirling around, a telescoping brass rod suddenly in her hand, and crackling with electricity. Her eyes were wide and fearful, and for a moment, it seemed she might attack. But then she saw who had touched her, and her vision cleared. But if he expected her to relax, to fall weeping into his arms and pledge her undying love, he was going to be sorely disappointed. If anything, she became more tense, and jerked away from his touch as she backed up a couple of steps.
"It's that simple, huh? Then again, I guess for you, it would be. You're not the one who had nothin' but me to get ya through everythin'. Why did ya even come here, Hansel? Was it just to clear your conscience? Well, consider it cleared. I haven't been your problem for two fuckin' years, no reason that should change now, yeah? Go find one of those people ya connected with so fuckin' well and forget about me."
She spat the words with bitterness, then whirled away from him once again. She couldn't stay there or she was going to break down, and she'd be damned if she let him see that.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
Dedicated
𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Sept 1, 2020 19:42:51 GMT -8
Hans shrugged. "Not really, my conscience is clear. In the situation I did all that was in my capabilities, I think, and a man who fancied himself wise told me I oughtn't linger on what I did wrong, and instead make the future right. That's what I came here to do, I thought a youthful... well, a youthful love could be reborn stronger like a phoenix from bedtime stories. But I thought it had to be done fair and honest. If you do not wish to see me any longer I will understand. Nevertheless, the above offer remains. If I've hurt you so much then after a week I'll be gone from here and you'll likely never have to see me again. Ever." It was hard to remain nonchalant and dignified, but with the will power of titans he managed to get away with just a single tremble of the lip and a faint reddening of the eye.
"I'm sorry." he said, and with that he went to his tent.
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