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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Aug 7, 2016 20:16:19 GMT -8
Passing over hills and mountains alike, through fields and forests, are Esdara's roads - made of everything from shining white stone in the capital of Esdar'ai, to sturdy carved mountain rock in Zanora'si, to simple dirt pathways in the farmlands around Cyrili. They are the means by which those without flight travel from place to place. Regularly patrolled by zanora riders to keep the people safe and let them know they're being cared for, all sorts can be seen traveling in everything from opulent carriages to hay wagons, and some choose nothing but their own two feet to carry them about. Places of interest include the expansive fields and orchards on the northern side of the island. They are a lovely place, worked by the farmers of Cyrili and often seen as a playground by the rich and elite of Esdar'ai. |
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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 Dec 22, 2016 10:14:21 GMT -8
Three days had passed since Liv parted ways with Hansel von Dietzhoff in Cyrili. Not wanting to risk bumping into the boy in the farming village, she'd left it that very same day they arrived and had begun to travel toward the mountains, wanting to see this village they called Zanora'si. She'd always liked mountains and snow, the prospect of a peaceful town blanketed in white appealed to her. She'd made it to the foothills before getting distracted, which was what found her seated on a rocky outcropping in the lower areas of the mountains. She was looking out across the lands to the south, straight to the edge of the island and the clouds that floated there. Her knees were pulled up to her chest, her arms wrapped around her legs and the wind whipping at her hair.. as well as the tears that were falling down her face, dashing them from her skin before they could even leave a shining trail.
Liv's mind was in turmoil. She needed to get back to Isra. She had a life there, a shop.. but would she be able to find passage back without Hansel and his hippogryph? She wanted to see him again, but the thought made her heart twist in agony. Was he thinking about her? Did he even care where she was? Would he come looking for her? She glanced down at the flat disc of shining crystal embedded into a small brass bangle around her left wrist, which held the enchantment that would allow Hansel to find her with the item she'd given him. She almost imagined she saw a sparkle within the crystal, as though that meant Hansel was nearing her. The girl scoffed at herself and muttered in a tone filled with disgust.
"You're an idiot, Livilla Aurinda Featherstone. He's not comin' for ya. Ya better make your way to that fortress and hope someone will give ya a ride back to Isra."
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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 Dec 22, 2016 19:01:49 GMT -8
Hans, contrary to the recommendation of Liv did not have a good time. He miserably stumbled around, occasionally falling over and squeezing his mount for comfort so hard it had not the energy left to peck him viciously. He merely wailed at those asking what was wrong, too upset to speak yet wanting to share with someone what had happened to him. He only drank a few times from his waterskin and slept when he passed out when the self-pity and self-loathing became too much. He took out the little item Liv had given him, staring at it as a reminder until... did it appear to change? He straightened out, wiping his nose with a sleeve. He laughed euphorically and jumped on the beast to the quick flapping of the wings. She wasn't out of his life, not yet anyway.
He soared in the air not minding the cool gusts of wind, and circled around when he was where she should be. When he finally spotted the girl he swooped down and jumped off with a painful thud into a bush. The boy stood up, brushed himself off and ran to Liv with a wave. He ran over and curled one hand into a fist the other wrapping around it to go in front of his lips. After heavily breathing in Hans lowered his hands to either side of himself half-saying and half-gasping "It's so good to see you, Liv."
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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 Dec 23, 2016 12:29:32 GMT -8
The thud startled Liv, who had been lost in thought, and she whipped a brass rod out of a loop on her belt; there was a sleek shick noise as the telescoping length of metal extended with a flick of the wrist, and she whirled around, prepared to attack whoever - or whatever - it was that threatened her. She relaxed when she realized it was Hansel, and retracted the rod, slipping it back into its loop. Then she turned away and let her chin drop to rest on her knees as she huddled around her legs again.
"I didn't think ya would come."
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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 Dec 23, 2016 22:09:38 GMT -8
Not a flinch came from the lad at the sight of the weapon; he wasn't of the belief she wouldn't hit him from sheer surprise or perhaps even consciously do so, he simply didn't care nor mind. He got closer his hands spreading apart as if to hug although they would undergo a repetitive process of moving about, stopping and then resuming movement. He wanted to relieve her of the discomfort she was feeling but remembered what his seemingly innocent and perhaps even constructive words had done earlier when exploring the island nation. He eventually decided to back off and simply stand before Liv with his hands nervously rubbing upon each other.
Hans stared at the ground for a little thinking about how to even begin to reply to what was said to him. He opened his mouth but his gaze remained on his boots. "I've said it before Liv. I'm ready to do adore nearly anything for you, what happened at the hut does not change that. I'm not like that kid you told me of, I'm not going to just go back on my words. Despite all that happened, you are worth a lot both to the world and to me." he raised his head finally trying to make eye contact and placing his hands behind his back. "I hope at least regarding those words we feel the same way."
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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 Dec 24, 2016 10:23:21 GMT -8
Liv looked up at Hans through the wind-whipped tendrils of hair that spilled around her face from beneath her hat, giving him a flat look as she listened to his words. At least she tried to make it a flat look, but the constant welling of tears in her eyes gave them a glassy sheen that only enhanced the tumult of anger and hurt which filled the mercurial hazel irises. She was silent for several long moments after Hansel stopped speaking, and then her hands clenched visibly, the brass-tipped fingers of her gloves digging into her elbows as she raised her head.
"Yeah? If that's true, then why couldn't ya give me the time to figure out how I felt before decidin' me not knowin' whether I was in love with ya wasn't good enough? Do ya have any idea how I spent the last three days? Missin' ya so badly that it felt like the pieces of my heart were gonna come tumblin' right out of me. All I could think about was you, and wishin' ya were with me, and wonderin' if ya were thinkin' about me at all, and just wantin' to be with ya, and hatin' myself for bein' so damn weak." She dragged her gaze away from the knight and stared off toward the edge of the island again, muttering a curse as tears began to trickle over the edges of her lashes once again.
"After much torment and consideration, I've come to the conclusion that I love ya. And it hurts so much that I just want to stop feelin' at all."
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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 Dec 25, 2016 10:07:43 GMT -8
It was hard, very hard to recall all that had happened in the recent days but Hansel did. He stamped a foot like a child throwing a tantrum, the fingers of his right hand wiping the moisture from his eyes and then covering them while he got himself together. "I'm sorry." the boy said whilst lowering his hand from his face. "I didn't mean to!" he suddenly exclaimed. "But I was thinking about you, I was thinking about all that happened, I was sulking and tearing up. Please, you have to understand I have not just been prancing around having the time of my life. I've been stricken with sadness and everything."
He had to think a little longer about her addendum, particularly about how it was worded. "I... I'm happy I suppose. As I told you before it's your choice, and if you have decided then... wonderful. But you have to understand none of that means you're weak as you said. I was only going to say the same about myself really. I'm just so terribly sorry I hurt you in such a way."
He turned away smiling for perhaps the first time in quite a while, staring into the sky with a teary quiver. "I'm just so happy that you're not going from my life." He said, the fear that he had earlier subsiding. Still facing away from Liv the lad ran his right hand through his hair and then finally getting his gaze level. "I don't know how I would be if I knew you disappeared."
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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 Dec 26, 2016 11:23:56 GMT -8
Liv said nothing as Hansel spoke. Nor did she look at him. But her head gradually lowered until only her eyes were visible between the brim of her hat and the curve of her arms, the rest of her face hidden behind those folded appendages. Not once in all his speech did he say anything about the feelings he'd confessed prior to their arrival in Esdara. The feelings and actions which had instigated this whole mess. Her lips pursed into a thin line so tight that the skin paled, and after what felt like an eternity of silence (but which really wasn't more than a minute or two), she raised her head and turned it to look at Hansel.
"..You don't feel the same anymore.. do you?" Her voice was barely loud enough to be heard as the wind briefly subsided, her words painted with anguish. It made sense, to her. His feelings had changed. He didn't love her anymore. If he did, he would've said something about it when she'd confessed to feeling the same, wouldn't he? Or at least come over to her? But he was still standing off to one side, out of reach, not even looking at her. Her lower lip quivered, and she breathed a ragged sob as agony lanced through her chest, a sound she struggled to silence as she fought to stop the tears that began streaming unhindered from her eyes.
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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 Dec 26, 2016 18:15:00 GMT -8
The boy was staring out into the expanse waiting for her to say something, when she did. "No!" came the maddened shriek from Hansel, the lad spinning around mouth agape and breathing heavily. He wasn't about to lose her again, especially after it seemed she had "returned" to him. "No." he repeated half to himself. He put his hands to his eyes, rubbing them wearily. He squatted down to be more or less level; Hans wasn't very tall or imposing but he she was down low so he reckoned he best go that way too. "I just need to know you are genuine and this isn't a panic reaction. How about we try to recreate what we had. Have another nice night out, eat, look at the stars and then well... we can both confess, like in the stories. Then we can kiss again and it'll be like nothing bad happened; we're as happy as can be with no bad history between us." He tried his best at a smile but failed, instead keeping a face like someone about to die; for all he cared he could if she didn't agree.
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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 Dec 27, 2016 10:18:42 GMT -8
Liv flinched as he yelled his answer. No. So she was right. He didn't still love her. She'd completely botched everything. It felt like her lungs were trying to shrivel up and disappear, it was so hard for her to draw breath, or maybe they were being pierced by the descending shards of her broken heart? She abruptly uncurled herself and began to fumble blindly for her pack, intending to grab it and flee as far and as fast as she could, but before her quivering hands could so much as find the item's straps, Hansel was there crouching beside her. She immediately recoiled, giving him a look of wide-eyed hurt.. that rapidly became one of bewilderment. And finally transitioned to a hesitant understanding. So, she'd misunderstood his 'No'.
Tension gradually began to ease from her body, and she reached up to wipe away the tears that covered her cheeks, before slowly nodding. So he wanted to try and recreate that night on the hill. Her gaze drifted away from him, back toward the nearby road carved into the gentle slope, and following its path up toward the snow-covered town further up the base of the mountains, just barely visible from where they were. Her eyes dropped back to Hans then, and she mustered a small, uncertain smile as she nodded again.
"I.. okay. I think I can do that. There's a town just up the mountains.. maybe we could go there and.. try again?"
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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 Dec 30, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
Hansel smiled and then not saying a word took a few steps back, flopping onto the ground to breathe for a few moments. He hadn't lost her. It felt unimaginably relieving, letting Hansel quickly stand back up with renewed strength and spirits. "I'm glad. I'll try to make sure neither of us regrets this. I'm just glad you used your... thing to get me to you." Reliving the feeling he had both moments and a few days ago would be unbearable, he had to make sure it all worked out in less of a hurtful manner. "Yes, let's go there. I hope it's an equally pretty night is all." He said, more or less truthfully rather than just trying to fill in any sort of possibly negative silence. "I think it would be nicer if we walked there rather than flying, don't you?"
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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 Dec 31, 2016 10:22:46 GMT -8
"Ya wouldn't have seen the beacon if ya hadn't been lookin' at the locator.." Her almost shyly spoken reply was paired with a small tilt of the lips as she ducked her head. It pleased her to know that Hans had been looking at the locator she'd given him. That he'd been thinking of her. His comment on the weather drew her gaze upward, and Liv pursed her lips slightly.
"I'd say that it looks like it's gonna be a clear night.. but I dunno if the weather works the same way up here that it does down below." It was true that things looked good, though. There were only a few wispy clouds scudding across the sky, and the wind had begun to die down. The thought of sitting outside with Hansel in the snow stargazing filled her with a tingly, twisting sensation that was far from unpleasant. After a moment, she stood, shouldering her pack and hesitantly offering her hand to him.
"Yeah.. that sounds nice."
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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 Dec 31, 2016 23:45:24 GMT -8
The lad stared at his feet sheepishly, a little embarrassed. At least she probably wouldn't know about how obsessively he checked it every few minutes, occasionally trying to somehow check if it was perhaps broken thus not relaying the movements it should have. He quickly thought of something else trying to ward off the inevitable reddening of the cheeks. "Well... yes. I was feeling sick over thinking that you'd forgotten or given up on me." he said, deciding a half-truth was better than keeping quiet or lying. The optimism regarding the weather was welcome and removed the uncertainty of a wrinkled brow from Hansel's face, the boy taking a deep breath of delight. Hans then stared at the offered hand like it was more fragile than a paper thin sheet of glass, and took it gingerly to hold, not moving at first to get accustomed to the feeling. Eventually, he grasped it a little firmer actually embracing her hand with his own rather than fearfully holding it. Holding her hand he began to slowly walk to the chosen site, the sound of paws of the mount behind as it followed.
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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 Jan 1, 2017 9:51:56 GMT -8
Liv seemed to struggle with herself for a few moments, and then she spoke in a quiet, uncertain tone.
"I could never forget ya.. and I couldn't give up on ya even if I tried." Even her self-pitying statement that he'd forgotten her, spoken prior to his arrival, had been a cover for the desperate hope that he would come find her. And he had. Liv inhaled a sharp gasp when Hansel took her hand, and she didn't know how to react at first. She'd never held hands with anyone before. But when he adjusted his grip and she found their fingers lacing comfortably, she relaxed, and began walking with him toward the town of Zanora'si on the slopes above.
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