Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 10, 2016 15:33:35 GMT -8
Roy followed Ravven nervously into the magic elevator, glancing suspiciously at the box. What if the spell was messed up and shot them through the ceiling? As it started going up, he turned to Ravven to answer his question.
"What brought me down here? Oh...I didn't want to come here at all. I got lost and ended up in this place. Before I came here, I hadn't heard of it at all. Are there a lot of vampires down here? That sounds dangerous..."
He shuddered, worried. Hopefully the older vampires wouldn't try to devour him on sight. The bartender seemed alright, though. Still...the thought of vampires made him nervous, and he decided to change the subject.
"So, Ravven...what sort of odd jobs do you do? Do you deliver milk?"
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Registered: Oct 21, 2015 16:41:47 GMT -8
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Sept 10, 2016 18:10:52 GMT -8
The lift would slow to a stop after only a few moments of rising and Ravven would motion that they should get off. They would find themselves in a long hallway, Ravven turning and moving down the left side of it.
“You’re a vampire and you aren’t dangerous, though. Well, at least you don’t seem dangerous to me…”
Ravven wondered if Roy was actually dangerous. From what he could tell, Roy seemed pretty much the same now as he had before he had turned into a vampire.
“Mostly I run messages back and forth for people. There are tons of businesses down here and they can always use more messengers. Although the nicer ones have magical means of communication, a lot of them can’t afford it and they can’t use it to communicate with others who lack such magic devices in the first place.”
Finally reaching his room, Ravven would pull a key from his pocket. Inserting it into the lock, the door would let out a crisp clicking sound as he turned the key and the door swung open soundlessly.
The room inside wasn’t particularly big, but it was clean. A sizable bed lay at one end of the room while a few chairs and a table were placed across from it. There was a red colored rug on the floor and a bookshelf that contained a decent collection of books.
“It’s not much, but it keeps me warm and dry at least.”
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 10, 2016 19:51:35 GMT -8
Roy followed Ravven out of the lift, glad to be out of the strange moving box. He didn't think he was dangerous...was he? It wasn't as though he went out and drank people's blood. In fact, he didn't go out at night very much at all.
"No, I'm not dangerous at all. But other vampires are! Haven't you read all the books? Vampires are always out and about eating people and stuff. I think. That's what I read, anyways..."
He nodded as Ravven described his job. Seemed like good, respectable work. He was glad that his angsty little cousin had been able to keep his demon troubles under control and manage to make a living for himself down here. After all, Ravven seemed to be doing pretty well. He followed Ravven into the room, nodding approvingly at the decor.
"Looks good, Ravven! You have a pretty nice room here. Doesn't it get expensive, though? It's fifty silver coins a night, after all."
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Registered: Oct 21, 2015 16:41:47 GMT -8
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Sept 11, 2016 16:27:13 GMT -8
Ravven would simply nod at Roy declaring he wasn’t dangerous. After all, Roy had never seemed dangerous to him. Even most of the vampires down here didn’t seem that violent or dangerous, at least, not many of them were.
“Yeah, I find it nice and cozy personally. I might even miss it a bit when I have to move somewhere else. Down here fifty silver isn’t that much, maybe the coin system is slightly different? Around here it’s fifty silver to a gold piece and getting a gold piece isn’t very hard at all. I’ve been able to save a decent amount of money staying here.”
Moving over to his bed, Ravven would flop down on it, letting out a yawn.
“Say, Roy, do you need a bath from traveling on the road? There’s a bathing area on this floor if you need one. You look a little worn out after all the traveling you’ve been doing.”
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 11, 2016 17:43:23 GMT -8
Roy brightened up considerably at the prospect of a hot bath. He liked baths, after all. He loved being clean, and they reminded him of his childhood back at the estate. So many long, relaxing hours had been spent soaking in a nice warm bath. He nodded eagerly at his cousin.
"Oh yes, I'd love to take a bath. I've been travelling for a while, after all...A bath would be lovely. Where is it?"
He placed his bag carefully down on the floor, stretching out his arms. It had been a long day of walking, and he was tired. Perhaps he should have paid for a carriage ticket. After all, carriages didn't get lost.
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Registered: Oct 21, 2015 16:41:47 GMT -8
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Sept 12, 2016 10:18:54 GMT -8
“It’s down the hall to the right, here, I’ll come with you. I wouldn’t want you to get lost after all.”
Ravven gave Roy a grin at the mention of him getting lost.
“There shouldn’t be too many other people in the bath at this time. I’m not really bothered by them, but you seem skittish around the various creatures, so best to take it now while there aren’t many about.”
Assuming Roy followed him, Ravven would lead him down the hall and into the bathroom. It was surprisingly well lit and had more of a pool than a “bath” in it. The “bath” was about forty by forty feet and varied in its depth. It appeared to be heated by magical means, as there was a constant veil of steam in the room.
“Looks like we got lucky, no orcs in here currently! They can be a bit noisy in the bath.”
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 12, 2016 12:23:33 GMT -8
Roy nodded. It certainly was lucky there was nobody here. After all, he liked to relax, and probably wouldn't be able to with multiple naked orcs splashing around. He took a deep breath, enjoying the warm steam coming from the pool.
"Looks great, Ravven! Thanks! I love baths, they're so nice and warm. I remember cousin Ruby would always run and hide when it was time for her to take a bath, and I never understood it. They're so relaxing!"
He headed towards a towel rack, picking up a rather large and fluffy towel. For a hotel full of monsters, it certainly was luxurious.
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Registered: Oct 21, 2015 16:41:47 GMT -8
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Sept 12, 2016 19:00:38 GMT -8
Walking over to a wicker basket intended for people to store their clothes in, Ravven would undress, placing his clothes neatly folded into the basket. This done, he would slide into the shallow side of the bath, sitting with his back up against the side, appearing to be quite relaxed.
“I don’t remember Ruby that much. How old is she Roy?” But yes, I agree, baths are quite nice, no idea why no one would like them. The steam really helps me when I have a headache as well and the water temperature is just right.”
Submerging his head under for a moment, Ravven would pop back out of the water, pushing his hair back so it was out of his eyes.
“They have some surprisingly nice soaps in here, although that might be due to some races of creatures disliking certain scents? I’m not really sure, but it’s nice regardless.”
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 12, 2016 19:04:26 GMT -8
Roy carefully folded his clothes and placed them into the basket, before stepping into the warm water. The steamy bath instantly soothed him, and he could almost forget for a moment that he was in a hotel in some underground city full of monsters ruled by an evil corporation.
"Ahh...Ruby's about your age, Ravven. She's pretty nice. And this soap does smell pretty good. I like it."
He picked up a bar of soap, but decided to put it down and just soak for a while. After all, it wasn't like he was in a rush. He wasn't planning on leaving until morning. Besides, what was the worst that could happen when he was just soaking in a nice, warm pool of water?
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Registered: Oct 21, 2015 16:41:47 GMT -8
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Sept 13, 2016 16:10:22 GMT -8
Floating on his back, Ravven began to use his feet to propel himself slowly around the bath. He should probably go get some soap to clean himself with, but for now, he would just float.
“My age? Odd I don’t remember her then, although I didn’t interact with much of the family when I lived at home. I really didn’t like people that much back then compared to now. I suppose even now I’m a bit shy, but nowhere near as bad as I was previously.”
After several minutes of floating around, he would finally make his way back over to the part of the pool Roy was at. He noticed how pale Roy’s skin was. Had it always been that pale?
“Hey Roy, is your skin so pale because you turned into a vampire? I know some of the vampires down here have pale skin, but that makes sense because they rarely ever go aboveground.”
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 13, 2016 17:45:38 GMT -8
Roy leaned back against the edge of the pool, sighing with relaxation. It was so nice here, so warm and steamy. It made him feel so secure, like a fuzzy warm blanket, or the stuffed duck he'd received from Aunt Natia. He got the sense that if he stayed here long enough, all his troubles would simply soak away.
"Ahh...I've always been pretty pale, Ravven. I never got out much. I think a lot of it does have to do with the vampirism, though. Lack of blood flow and all that. But I wasn't exactly tan before, either."
He looked at his hand, which was almost parchment-white. Maybe it was the lighting, but it looked as though he were fading away like a painting left in the sun. That wasn't good. He probably hadn't had any blood in a while.
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Registered: Oct 21, 2015 16:41:47 GMT -8
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Sept 14, 2016 10:50:44 GMT -8
Ravven would nod, the explanation made sense. Now that he thought about it, Roy had always been pretty pale, but being a vampire had really done a number on his skin tone.
“I wonder if there’s anything you can do to make yourself look less pale? Not that there’s anything wrong with it, but you do look a bit unhealthy at times. I can’t really say anything myself, though, considering I’m pretty pale myself”
Ravven would glance down at his own pale skin, only slightly less pale than Roy's, which was to be expected at he actually had blood flow. As he was doing this, an Orc strolled in. Throwing his loincloth in one of the baskets, the creature unceremoniously flopped into the pool, causing a spray of water to be sent flying in all directions.
The Orc began noisily grunting in apparent pleasure at the warm water and began rubbing a bar of soap on his oily hair. Roy might notice Ravven moved closer with the creatures arrival, putting Roy between himself and the new arrival.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 14, 2016 11:19:00 GMT -8
Roy shrugged. He'd always been pale, and it didn't bother him much anymore. Ravven was right, though. It did make him look somewhat unhealthy. Oh well.
"I suppose I could drink some blood, Ravven. That would probably put a little color in me, although not very much. Vampires are pretty pale, usually. It's just how we are."
He didn't notice the orc as it walked in, but he certainly noticed when it splashed into the pool. As it began grunting and scrubbing itself, Roy slowly shuffled away in the water, edging towards Ravven. Hopefully the orc wouldn't try to eat him.
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Registered: Oct 21, 2015 16:41:47 GMT -8
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Sept 15, 2016 12:42:50 GMT -8
Unfortunately for the two Fletcher’s, the Orc would take notice of them. Smiling widely to reveal a row of surprisingly clean teeth, it would begin to make its way over to them.
“HI, I’M GURT!” It said in a much too loud voice while waving at them.
Continuing to scrub itself absentmindedly, it would glance over the two of them, seeming to focus on Roy mostly.
“ARE YOU NEW HERE??? I DON’T REMEMBER YOU…?”
Apparently, even for a creature such as this, Roy had something off about him that let the Orc identify him as new to the city.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 15, 2016 14:32:55 GMT -8
"Ehh?"
Roy looked up in alarm at Gurt the noisy orc. Gurt certainly did have very shiny teeth. That was good, wasn't it? Surely an orc who took good care of his teeth wouldn't try to eat him...or maybe he took care of his teeth so that it would be easier to eat people. Roy didn't know, and he was scared. His response was meek and quiet, voice shaking.
"H-hi...I'm Roy. I'm n-new here...j-just passing through, though. Not s-staying long..."
He backed up against the edge of the pool, glancing desperately to Ravven and silently pleading for his help. Was this how it was going to end? Was a friendly orc with shiny teeth going to devour him in the hotel bath?
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Registered: Oct 21, 2015 16:41:47 GMT -8
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Sept 16, 2016 12:11:53 GMT -8
Ravven seemed to recognize the orc when he loudly told them his name and visibly relaxed a bit.
“Oh, I know that orc. Don’t worry Roy, Gurt’s harmless. He’s just a bit lonely because the other orcs aren’t very fond of him.”
Gurt would approach until he was within just feet of them, sending water flying in all directions as he approached.
“HI ROY. I RECOGNIZE WHO YOU'RE WITH, WE SPOKE A FEW TIMES!”
Reaching out with a hand, Gurt would gesture at Roy and Ravven.
“YOU TWO NEED TO EAT MORE, YOU’RE BARELY ANYTHING MORE THAN SKIN AND BONES. YOU’LL GET SICK IF YOU GET TOO FRAIL!”
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 16, 2016 12:50:28 GMT -8
Roy relaxed slightly when Ravven seemed to recognize the noisy orc. That was lucky. It meant that he probably wasn't going to be eaten, which was always a good thing. He smiled at the orc, inadvertently showing off a mouthful of pointy white fangs.
"Er...yeah. We're cousins. Um...I really don't need very much food...But we're going to dinner after this. We'll eat something, don't worry."
He looked down at his body self-consciously. Gurt was right, he really was skinny. He'd always been thin, though. Roxanne had always told him to finish his dinner, or he'd blow away in the wind. Thus, Roy had eaten every bite and worried about being swept away whenever there was a strong breeze blowing until he was twelve.
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Registered: Oct 21, 2015 16:41:47 GMT -8
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Sept 17, 2016 17:56:34 GMT -8
Gurt seemed satisfied with Roy’s response and offered him a rather serious nod of approval.
“GOOD! MAKE SURE TO GET BIG AND STRONG LIKE GURT. ARE YOU A VAMPIRE? YOU SEEM TO HAVE RATHER STRANGE TEETH FOR A HOOMAN!”
Scratching his head, Gurt would lean in and peer closer at Roy’s mouth, attempting to discern what his teeth looked like.
“I HEARD SOME OF THE POTIONS HERE WILL PUT SOME MEAT ON YOUR BONES. MAYBE YOU SHOULD TRY THOSE OUT.”
The orc seemed rather pleased by its own advice, smiling with a rather smug expression.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 17, 2016 21:03:56 GMT -8
Roy nodded nervously. He never knew orcs were so noisy before. Live and learn, he supposed. At least the noisy orc meant well. He seemed friendly enough, and didn't look like he was going to eat anybody. Perhaps Gurt was simply hard of hearing.
"I'll be sure to do that, Gurt. And yes, I'm a vampire. Do you have a lot of vampires down here? Ravven mentioned that he'd seen some around. Those potions don't sound very healthy, though...I don't know of those are safe or not."
He slid deeper into the water, hoping to soak away his worries. That's what Roxanne had always told him when he asked why she took such long baths. Soaking away her worries, she'd always said. Roy had figured that she must have had a lot of worries, with all the time she spent in the bathtub, and had tried to be nice to her so that she didn't have to spend so much time in the bath. Roxanne had appreciated the gesture, but still spent far longer than Roy thought was necessary bathing. She'd always seemed refreshed and happy after she got out, though.
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Registered: Oct 21, 2015 16:41:47 GMT -8
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Sept 19, 2016 10:14:21 GMT -8
Gurt spent a rather unnecessary amount of time pondering if there were other vampires around before speaking. Perhaps he had forgotten or perhaps he was just thinking about something else.
“OH YES, THERE ARE PLENTY OF VAMPIRES DOWN HERE. MOST SCARE GURT THOUGH! YOU AREN’T A SCARY VAMPIRE, GURT LIKE YOU!”
Rising from the pool with a lot of sloshing, Gurt would make his way to the basket his loin cloth was in, wiping himself off with a towel before putting his loincloth back in place.
“GURT MUST GO TO EAT NOW. GURT HOPES TO SEE YOU AGAIN, BYE!”
With a rather enthusiastic wave, the orc would leave the baths, leaving Ravven and Roy alone one more.
“As you can see, he’s a rather interesting fellow…” Ravven remarked as Gurt left.
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