Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Aug 18, 2016 15:03:29 GMT -8
"Okay then. I agree not to report this if you agree to let me go," she said flatly, realizing as she said this how unreasonable that agreement was without a contract.
"Because otherwise..."
She then looked him dead in the eyes, her voice deep, serious, and threatening.
"I'll just have to scream."
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Zegaru
Established
Roleplay posts: 22 
Physical Description: A tall, lanky individual with long, black greasy hair, wiry frame, and a massive scar running over his left eye down to his cheek.
Clothes and Equipment: Solid black and worn Kamishimo, with a purple obi tighted loosely around the waist - Two old, seemingly beat up swords tucked into it. A Katana, and a wakizashi. No footwear.
Registered: Aug 15, 2016 15:03:46 GMT -8
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Post by Zegaru on Aug 18, 2016 15:14:47 GMT -8
"Oh....?"
Zegaru took a step forward, raising his right hand out, and pointing at the girls chest, dead center. He kept stepping forward, either until she backed into a wall, or his finger actually touched her. But why? Too emphasize his point, and prove how un-caring he was about such a thing.
"Scream? Oh yes, I'm sure the guards would come rushing at the sounds of your screams my dear, just like they are rushing around down here.... right now. The same ones who let me in, perhaps? Seriously, you have no leverage in my assertion to let you go. Is it that hard to understand?"
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Aug 18, 2016 15:25:58 GMT -8
Cautiously, Lamina began backing towards the wall. Her instinct drove each step backwards as she maintained her distance, not wanting him to touch her. she knew he had a spell readied and rattled her sword in his direction again, as though to call his attention to it. She was becoming convinced that he did not see it as a threat, and to maintain its place she had to nearly back into the corner again, just to keep him at bay as he positioned himself to the center of the room...
"Stop! Don't come any closer!"
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Zegaru
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Physical Description: A tall, lanky individual with long, black greasy hair, wiry frame, and a massive scar running over his left eye down to his cheek.
Clothes and Equipment: Solid black and worn Kamishimo, with a purple obi tighted loosely around the waist - Two old, seemingly beat up swords tucked into it. A Katana, and a wakizashi. No footwear.
Registered: Aug 15, 2016 15:03:46 GMT -8
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Post by Zegaru on Aug 18, 2016 15:31:37 GMT -8
"Why not? You shy or something, girl?"
Zegaru's sword, gripped in his left hand, suddenly shot up, and knocked her weapon away from it's position, and he shot forward, hand reaching out to grip her collar (Or Neck Guard if you're wearing armor) and yank her into him, his voice from drunken and light, to firm, and assertive. He didn't have time for this - Whether his hand caught her and pulled her to him or not, he still spoke.
"You purposelessly try and avoid a simple deal to escape that place, yet you act terrified. I can't figure you out, but I do not have time too. Either we make this deal, or just fight it out, call attention from the noise, and ruin the whole thing, your call."
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Aug 18, 2016 15:47:52 GMT -8
Her blade dipped to the ground suddenly, her wrist flicking it beneath the arc of his weapon as he moved in; she didn't counter, didn't riposte with some sudden fencing blow, but dashed aside him as he went at her. He practically dove for her in a move that would have caught her, had she not caught him.... by backing to the corner, positioning him to the center of the room, she had lured him into her own trap that did little but pull him from his spot in the doorway.
If she could get around him and dash past his side, shed slip out the door, slamming it shut on him so that by the time he got out, shed be bolting towards the stairs.
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Zegaru
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Physical Description: A tall, lanky individual with long, black greasy hair, wiry frame, and a massive scar running over his left eye down to his cheek.
Clothes and Equipment: Solid black and worn Kamishimo, with a purple obi tighted loosely around the waist - Two old, seemingly beat up swords tucked into it. A Katana, and a wakizashi. No footwear.
Registered: Aug 15, 2016 15:03:46 GMT -8
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Post by Zegaru on Aug 18, 2016 15:52:40 GMT -8
His eyes went wide as he stumbled over, hoisted by his own petard! He never thought he'd see this day - But the girl was in a rush, she was being sloppy - as he fell forward, his hands shot out, and he used them to spin his entire mass around, in a move to stop her from going by without touching at least his leg - So if she was so terrified of Magic - She would no doubt stop, or try and jump over him - Which again, he had something in the works for just that - As his body spun around, he pulled a hand from the ground, shifting his weight to fall the rest of the way on his side - Allowing his leg too shoot up to even more so block her small window of opening.
(Hope that can be visualized, if not, let me know. I'll try and amend it x.x)
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Aug 18, 2016 16:10:56 GMT -8
(I picture that he...sort of adjusts his approach somehow, to block her from escaping.)
He went to block her at the last minute, to which she responded by striking his nearest leg mercilessly, beating the sharp edge of its point end hard against the side of his knee. Still she tried to force her way past, push coming to shove if necessary, as her left hand grasped ahold of the scabbard at her left hip.
As she swung, she screamed.
"AHH! HELP! SOMEBODY!!"
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Zegaru
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Physical Description: A tall, lanky individual with long, black greasy hair, wiry frame, and a massive scar running over his left eye down to his cheek.
Clothes and Equipment: Solid black and worn Kamishimo, with a purple obi tighted loosely around the waist - Two old, seemingly beat up swords tucked into it. A Katana, and a wakizashi. No footwear.
Registered: Aug 15, 2016 15:03:46 GMT -8
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Post by Zegaru on Aug 18, 2016 20:44:12 GMT -8
(Essentially, he just caught himself midfall by stopping his face from hitting the dirt with his hands and used them to readjust his position. A sloppy interpretation of that.)
Zagarus eyes went wide, that was all he needed. It wasn't her body, but considering how close they essentially had to be, and the fact she was gripping her sheathe so tightly upon impact with his knee...
"Let's go, sweetheart"
And in the same puff of smoke, Zegaru, and the girls weapon, perhaps even the girl would be gone, literally thrust into the darkness, even the sick crunch of his knee cartridge didn't slow down his teleportation back to goria lands.
(Your fate is open here. By extension, you *should* be with me when I reappear,but there is still that chance you released the weapon you used to move my leg at the last second and got away. I'll wait till you post before I proceed from coming out of the spell. Talk about freedom e.e)
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Aug 18, 2016 21:09:22 GMT -8
With a sickening sort of crunch, bolts of magic materialize and flare around the smoky puff. Zegaru's teleportation is interrupted- prevented. Some manner of ward over the arena, perhaps. Regardless, the smoky exit is utterly prevented.
A ways down the corridor, thundering footfalls can be heard. Too many to identify. Gradually, they begin to grow louder.
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Aug 18, 2016 23:06:21 GMT -8
Just as Zegaru's spell misfires, Lamina seizes the opportunity. She spins around, trying to catch him before he is reoriented, bringing the flat of her blade smashing down hard at the man's skull.
"HYA!!!"
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Zegaru
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Physical Description: A tall, lanky individual with long, black greasy hair, wiry frame, and a massive scar running over his left eye down to his cheek.
Clothes and Equipment: Solid black and worn Kamishimo, with a purple obi tighted loosely around the waist - Two old, seemingly beat up swords tucked into it. A Katana, and a wakizashi. No footwear.
Registered: Aug 15, 2016 15:03:46 GMT -8
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Post by Zegaru on Aug 19, 2016 9:59:38 GMT -8
Zegarus eyes went wide when he noticed the puff of smoke become wisps, between that and the fact his leg would not be holding up too well.... He was in a good place. But that was beyond the point - he was dead in the water - the flat of a blade was coming down on him, and in the last seconds of consciousness, he twisted his head to the side, allowing the impact to occur on the side of his skull instead of full on. His last seconds of being awake was nothing more than thundering footfalls, a girl screaming something, then a bright light. Followed by darkness. It was.... An artistic way to be knocked out cold.
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Aug 19, 2016 17:00:34 GMT -8
The footsteps continue to grow louder- obviously approaching. Their rhythm is irregular- pausing, before continuing for a moment and pausing again. Perhaps checking the other practice rooms. However, they continue to approach rapidly. Lamina would have only a few moments to take whatever action she might care to before the group arrives.
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Aug 20, 2016 8:19:38 GMT -8
The girl sheathed her sword, and then began to run from the scene. She'd likely run into guards in the next corridor down, though would avoid it if at all possible.
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Zegaru
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Physical Description: A tall, lanky individual with long, black greasy hair, wiry frame, and a massive scar running over his left eye down to his cheek.
Clothes and Equipment: Solid black and worn Kamishimo, with a purple obi tighted loosely around the waist - Two old, seemingly beat up swords tucked into it. A Katana, and a wakizashi. No footwear.
Registered: Aug 15, 2016 15:03:46 GMT -8
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Post by Zegaru on Aug 20, 2016 9:09:44 GMT -8
As for the hero of our tale, his eyes slowly flicked open. Guards were still coming, and he could feel warm liquid running down his cheek. Such a cheeky little girl she was, although... Her reaction wasn't right. No matter, he slowly pushed himself to his feet, using his sword as a kind of cane as he begun to hobble out the door. The slipped the guards notice, even for a second, he'd be long gone. If not.... Well, he'd be in jail, or beaten. It didn't matter.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Aug 20, 2016 11:10:29 GMT -8
(I will be taking Isra's spot in the turn order.)
Neither Lamina nor Zegaru would make it particularly far. The movement of the guards had rouse the curiosity of Alden. And The High Marshal decided to get involved.
Lamina would soon hear the sound of running foot steps behind her. Two junior Marshals sent to bring her in. Their longer legs should allow them to easily over take the girl. Even if she somehow outpaced them she'd find the corridors leading out of the underground halls manned by guards.
On the other side of the door Zegaru would find The High Marshal himself. Who would calmly aim a kick at the sword the other man was using to prop himself up. Intent on sending the wounded man sprawling.
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Zegaru
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Physical Description: A tall, lanky individual with long, black greasy hair, wiry frame, and a massive scar running over his left eye down to his cheek.
Clothes and Equipment: Solid black and worn Kamishimo, with a purple obi tighted loosely around the waist - Two old, seemingly beat up swords tucked into it. A Katana, and a wakizashi. No footwear.
Registered: Aug 15, 2016 15:03:46 GMT -8
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Post by Zegaru on Aug 21, 2016 0:00:21 GMT -8
(Lamina moves to slow, ready for prison!)
Zegaru hobbled out the door, his dented and chipped Katana dragging along next too him. He almost thought he got away, too, before a man stood before him, seemingly of some high stature. The man Kicked Zegarus blade out from under him, yet Zegaru did not fall.
"Oh? Aren't you adorable, now where's the woman?! I'be not had my... Fun!"
Zegaru's sword moved with the kick, as the weight of the man's blow gave Zegaru the momentum he needed to spin his body around, leaning on his good leg, and pulling out his wakizashi, bring it around for a no doubt futile slash toward his chest.... Clearly, this man was either psychotic, or just plain out of options.
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Aug 21, 2016 12:36:35 GMT -8
Lamina brought herself to a stop when she realized she was being chased. Out of fear she bolted, but reason brought her to a standstill.
She had no premeditated intention of escape, and now her heart was nearly beating out of her chest... what would happen next?
Desperately, she blurted her case.
"He..! He tried to hurt me!"
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Aug 21, 2016 13:13:46 GMT -8
Alden watched as the the man started to spin. The high marshal found the move to be questionable at best. His response was to hook his already extended leg around the man's good leg. Then before the man could complete his turn Alden reached out to place a firm hand on his shoulder. The one the man try to slash with. Then the High Marshal would give the man a firm push.
The two Marshals who were chasing Lamina dropped into a walk when the girl stopped. They raise there hands up in a non threatening manner and one of them speaks. She's a woman with deep violet hair and black skin and as she addresses Lamina she keeps her voice calm and level.
"Okay dear, it's all going to be okay. If that's what happened nothing will happen to you. But you have to come with us for questioning."
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Aug 21, 2016 13:30:34 GMT -8
"...Okay," she said, clearly scared and as though she had to come to terms with it.
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Zegaru
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Physical Description: A tall, lanky individual with long, black greasy hair, wiry frame, and a massive scar running over his left eye down to his cheek.
Clothes and Equipment: Solid black and worn Kamishimo, with a purple obi tighted loosely around the waist - Two old, seemingly beat up swords tucked into it. A Katana, and a wakizashi. No footwear.
Registered: Aug 15, 2016 15:03:46 GMT -8
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Post by Zegaru on Aug 21, 2016 13:35:39 GMT -8
Zegaru was easily stopped, which he had already figured. He stared at the man a moment, then was shoved back. Easily toppling over. He stayed sprawled out on the ground, and smiled slowly.
"Do what ya gotta do. I surrender"
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