Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274 
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on May 23, 2017 9:55:25 GMT -8
Arya watched the interaction between Kelly and the guard with a mild interest, though her interest grew somewhat with the guard's suspicions. Arya herself would look over Kelly once more, and then become a bit suspicious herself. It did seem a bit odd for a doctor to be armed much like Kelly was, but Arya had figured it was for personal protection while traveling. Still, she would keep a bit of a closer eye on Kelly as she revealed her fountain of youth water.
It seemed simply too good to be true. Surely anyone in possession of something so rare would keep it to themselves, and not give it to someone else, right?
"If you don't mind, I would like to be with you when you go to see the Lord," she said to Kelly the 'doctor', "We should go now, too. Can you lead us to him?"
Arya would wait for the guard to lead the way then, walking behind Kelly with the guard leading the front.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 23, 2017 11:18:55 GMT -8
The guard stared suspiciously at Kelly, eyeing the youth potion. He'd seen all sorts of miracle cures and snake oils before, and tended to be more skeptical when people offered their wonderful medicines. Perhaps he would stick with the other woman's help. After all, she seemed very trustworthy indeed.
"Come along this way, you two. The lord's room is right here."
They arrived at an ornate door, engraved with the picture of a man and a woman dancing. The guard knocked.
"Lord Waltz? I have some people who claim to be able to help you."
There was no response from within, so he opened the door. The room was considerably cleaner than the rest of the castle, and had clearly been kept up well. A luxurious, four-poster bed sat in the center of the room, without an occupant. The lord was nowhere in sight.
"Oh no...where could he have gone? He isn't supposed to be out of bed..."
Meanwhile, the old man raised his hand to stop Sasha from offering her coat.
"Thank you for the thought, miss, but don't mind me. I don't mind the chill, it reminds me that I'm still alive. There aren't a whole lot of things that do that nowadays."
He stared off at the empty lake, sighing.
"So...what brings you here, to Castle Waltz?"
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Registered: May 16, 2024 2:37:31 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2017 11:30:16 GMT -8
Kelly scoffed.
"Huh. Seems like he's spry enough to lose guards at least. Maybe he was just sleepy?" She teased, looking around for the king.
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Sasha Pierce
Committed
Traveling
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 30 years old
Physical Description: Sasha is tall and very toned, yet excellent genes gave her some supple curves. She has olive-toned skin, hinting at Rondi heritage, light brown eyes, and long, black hair that already has a few streaks of silver in it.
Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/jAupKNBr.jpg
and a pack of tools of her trade.
Registered: May 10, 2017 20:13:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sasha Pierce on May 23, 2017 12:43:28 GMT -8
Sasha insisted. "You can keep the chill on your face," the Rondi woman said as she folded her still-warm cloak and laid it over his lap, dropping into a graceful crouch regardless of the heels she was wearing as she tucked it in around his legs and bare feet.
Sasha then draped one arm over her bent knee and looked up at him. "Well, your highness," she said, guessing on who she was speaking to as she doubted that many well-groomed, noble-aired old men were rolling around the castle in their nightgowns, "to be perfectly honest, I lied to get my way in here in order to ask for a job. I happen to be incredibly skilled at finding people, and I'm willing to find your heir for you, thus sending all of those vultures outside of the gates flying away." She tipped her brunette head in the direction of the bridge she'd had to cross in order to get to the castle.
"I have a way for you to keep track of me to make sure I won't do you wrong, I'd be fine to collect half my fee now and the other half upon delivery, and I'll even let you keep my cloak." She flashed a charming smile.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 16, 2024 2:37:31 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2017 8:27:53 GMT -8
(So are we just not doing turn orders anymore?)
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Sasha Pierce
Committed
Traveling
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 30 years old
Physical Description: Sasha is tall and very toned, yet excellent genes gave her some supple curves. She has olive-toned skin, hinting at Rondi heritage, light brown eyes, and long, black hair that already has a few streaks of silver in it.
Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/jAupKNBr.jpg
and a pack of tools of her trade.
Registered: May 10, 2017 20:13:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sasha Pierce on May 25, 2017 22:30:49 GMT -8
(I'm not in your scene with Arya. Turn orders are for when there are multiple people in the same scene so that characters don't interrupt or stumble over each other's actions or words as pertains to a specific interaction. When/if Arya, Kelly, and whichever NPCs run into Sasha and the old man, then we'll all be in the same scene again and it'll go back to turn orders. Have you never been involved in turn-based roleplay?
Also, generally, we don't post OOC questions and the like into threads and instead talk about it in the Shoutbox, or message people directly. It throws off the rhythm of the IC-posts going on.)
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 27, 2017 9:42:44 GMT -8
Sasha insisted. "You can keep the chill on your face," the Rondi woman said as she folded her still-warm cloak and laid it over his lap, dropping into a graceful crouch regardless of the heels she was wearing as she tucked it in around his legs and bare feet. Sasha then draped one arm over her bent knee and looked up at him. "Well, your highness," she said, guessing on who she was speaking to as she doubted that many well-groomed, noble-aired old men were rolling around the castle in their nightgowns, "to be perfectly honest, I lied to get my way in here in order to ask for a job. I happen to be incredibly skilled at finding people, and I'm willing to find your heir for you, thus sending all of those vultures outside of the gates flying away." She tipped her brunette head in the direction of the bridge she'd had to cross in order to get to the castle. "I have a way for you to keep track of me to make sure I won't do you wrong, I'd be fine to collect half my fee now and the other half upon delivery, and I'll even let you keep my cloak." She flashed a charming smile. The lord protested, but didn't resist as Sasha draped her cloak over his legs. It was warm, after all. Even though it felt a little wrong to be taking a lady's coat, it was probably better than letting his illness worsen in the cold. "Thank you, Miss. You're very kind. " When she offered to find his heir, he paused. Could he really trust this woman? She'd admitted that she lied to get in here, after all. Still, there was something honest about her. Perhaps she just had a trustworthy face, but something about her made Lord Waltz want to trust her, to believe her. After all, she was the only one who'd actually offered to help find his heir, rather than try to pretend to be a distant relative. "Could you really do that, miss? Could you find him? How...how can I know that you won't harm him? After I'm gone, there will be many people after him, trying to get rid of him before he can claim the castle. Could you keep him safe and bring him here? I wonder if he'll even believe that he's the grandson of a lord...last I heard, his parents died in an alchemy accident and he was sent to live with his father's family. Poor boy. I wonder what ever became of him, how he turned out. Perhaps he's a great warrior, or a courageous adventurer. I'd bet so. He's a member of the Waltz family, after all. Bravery and strength runs through our veins." |
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