Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Jun 26, 2018 19:06:53 GMT -8
Henry had mentioned the walk before actually noticing that suddenly there was a third in their little duo, and an unexpectedly hairy one at that. Cocking an eyebrow at the sudden appearance, he turned to Gerald, only to catch his rather smug expression. Somehow I'm not surprised he thought as did a quick glance over Kuroka, noticing the rather obvious intentions of Gerald.
Bowing slightly to Kuroka, he said, "Pleasure," implying the rest of the sentence. Seeing that he was now probably going to have to hoof the rest of the day alone, Henry dug out a handful of coins from his coin pouch, and handed them to Gerald, "Consider this a forward on your wage. I expect you have other plans then?"
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Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Registered: Mar 26, 2018 15:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Gerald Neumann on Sept 2, 2018 11:44:54 GMT -8
Gerald reached out and took the proffered coinage into his large beefy hand. With sparkling eyes full of mischief, he examined the gold coins and their intricate etchings like a greedy dwarf studying a precious stone. His lips spread into a wide happy smile and he nodded to his Captain. This was more money in his hand than he's had in a long while. He could spend many a night in the taverns with this and still have a little left over.
"Aye, Cap'n, but that's fer later," Gerald replied cheerily, tucking his new monies into their respective pouch tied to his hip. "We'll tag along fer now, if you don' mind." Noticing Kuroka hadn't introduced herself yet, Gerald shot her a side-glance and squeezed her hand reassuringly. Surely she wasn't shy after what she had just pulled on him. "It's okay little darlin', he's a friend and a good cap'n. Say 'hello'."
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Kuroka
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 34
Physical Description:
Kuroka stands at 5'3" and weighs 105lbs. The most striking feature, atop her head, is two prominent cat-like ears. If one looks upon her long, they'd find two-three foot cat-like tails jutting from beneath her kimono.
Her black hair curtains her face, and goes down past her shoulders, to about the middle of her back. Her eyes are a yellow, with slit pupils, much like a cat.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Aside from her black kimono, yellow obi, and the golden beads that wrap around her hips, and a simple canvas bag that holds her belongings, there is not much she has on her.
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Player's online availability : Fridays, Weekends
Registered: Jun 19, 2018 14:17:05 GMT -8
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Post by Kuroka on Sept 2, 2018 12:16:08 GMT -8
Kuroka looked the new man up and down, smiling as he noticed her. Both men were taller than her, it was no surprise they glanced over her diminutive frame. Her ears twitched at his words, a curious expression coming to her face before Gerald had told the man they would be sticking around. I wonder what the plans are for later. Hopefully some type of food.
"Hello, Captain Walworth. I am Kuroka, a healer from Tawakoshi. This man, Gerald, tell me he is my dream come true. Are you traders?" She leaned a bit closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Pirates?"
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Queen Xiomara of Rondón
Established
The Iron Rose
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: Appears 28 - 35 years old
Physical Description: ---------------
Tall, statuesque. Sable-haired with smooth, porcelain skin and tawny-gold eyes. She is always seen with red-painted lips, which lends to her nickname, the Iron Rose.
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Clothes and Equipment: Xiomara is always dressed as a queen should be. She can be gaudy and ostentatious when the occasion calls for it, but is usually dressed in more somber colors with accents of gold. She is never seen without a crown or coronet on her head.
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Registered: Apr 5, 2017 20:41:04 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Xiomara of Rondón on Jul 8, 2019 15:07:03 GMT -8
Count Sebastian Perez DeRuiz The Count had been given special summons to the Court of Roses by Queen Xiomara herself. He'd been lead through the courtyard and through the halls and was able to see how many servants and people were at work, moving certain pieces of furniture and artwork as the queen had proclaimed Vinicio, once the capital of Zephyr, the new capital of all of Rondon. It was not a shock to anyone -- she'd named the city after her own house, so that its grandeur may live on, and the city was larger and more modern and located on an arm of the River Ryel. It made sense to move the capital somewhere with access. She had other generals and engineers working on how to make it less of a target than it had been during the war. But that was then. This was now. In the ante chamber the count was led to, the queen was waiting. She must have been almost forty, but she wore her age daringly well. Her body was still curved and lush, her mature beauty like a fine wine that just got better with age. Her dark hair was swept up high on her head, and her golden eyes were highlighted with shadows so one never really knew what she was thinking. She was gowned in burnished copper and gold, a thick crown settled on her dark hair, and a necklace of golden topaz and peridot around her elegant neck. She was, quite simply, exquisite. " Count DeRuiz," she said his name, her voice low and thick, like honey spiked with Rondi wine. " Thank you for attending me." She waved her hand and the servants disappeared as she rose from her seat and walked to a table that had maps rolled out. The current rumor was that her daughter, the crown princess Arenna, had run away from her iron-fisted ways. The young girl -- said to already be as beautiful as her mother -- was wild and bucked against the grain. Indeed, Princess Arenna was a prize, and Queen Xiomara was not above using her as a tool to get wiley noblemen to behave. Her son, her hair, Prince Rafael, was in Vinicio, preparing the city and the castle with an accumen that brought pride to the advisors and councilers that had helped hone and raise him. Everyone was saying that he'd make a wonderful king, and that he was now a young war hero only served to further romanticize him. Xiomara, of course, made sure that this was how it was all spun. She was a Queen, after all, and had been Queen on her own since she'd come into it at a young age when no one thought a woman could rule or rule wisely -- when many thought that once she'd marry, she'd give up power. All she gave them was a funeral, and once she'd had her children, she'd decided on marrying no more. Lovers, however? Ah, that was different. " You've done well during the war, but I would like to lean on you even more, if you will allow me," Xiomara said to him.
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Count Sebastian Perez DeRuiz
New
Roleplay posts: 1
Age: 40
Physical Description: Sebastian is of standard height, standing at 6'and weighing around 160 pounds. Beneath the heraldry and armor, the body of the career soldier is chiseled stone. Tanned from the years beneath the sun, his skin seems tough as iron. His eyes are hazel, and he sports a finely trimmed goatee.
Clothes and Equipment: Upon the field of battle, Sebastian can be found wearing full plate and House DeReuiz regalia, sporting the family crest for all to see who they face.
Count DeRuiz is equipped with a longsword and buckler, as well as a swordbreaker and lance.
Registered: Jul 3, 2019 19:21:40 GMT -8
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Post by Count Sebastian Perez DeRuiz on Jul 9, 2019 6:20:01 GMT -8
Count DeRuiz was swift to answer the call of his monarch, even if he had just arrived home from campaigning a mere week ago. He need not be home, his presence mattered little there, as his more than capable staff could run the estate while he was off warring for his Queen. It was true that Sebastian had walked through the court many times, yet its splendor never ceased to amaze him. Glancing left and right, he noticed empty rooms and halls, stripped of art and furniture, nooks left to collect dust as the capital was moved.
DeRuiz bowed low, dipping his head forward. When he straightened, a smile was stretched.
"My Queen." The Count followed her actions, moving to the table and leaning over it, peering at the charts and maps. His hand found his chin, stroking the unkempt goatee.
"It would be an honor, Your Highness, to go on campaign once again. Tell me what must be done."
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Queen Xiomara of Rondón
Established
The Iron Rose
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: Appears 28 - 35 years old
Physical Description: ---------------
Tall, statuesque. Sable-haired with smooth, porcelain skin and tawny-gold eyes. She is always seen with red-painted lips, which lends to her nickname, the Iron Rose.
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Clothes and Equipment: Xiomara is always dressed as a queen should be. She can be gaudy and ostentatious when the occasion calls for it, but is usually dressed in more somber colors with accents of gold. She is never seen without a crown or coronet on her head.
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Registered: Apr 5, 2017 20:41:04 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Xiomara of Rondón on Jul 9, 2019 6:32:49 GMT -8
She didn't question that the man would be happy to serve her -- she may have worked her nobility more than other monarchs before her, but she always rewarded them handsomely.
"Scouts on new trade routes have spotted islands here," a manicured finger touched on recently drawn-in spots on the map. "I would like it explored... And claimed, in the name of Rondòn. I am willing to outfit you with men, ships, supplies, and gold should you come across civilized natives."
It seems rather straight forward, as the Queen made no niceties of her request. Perhaps Xiomara was feeling bold after the win over Zephyr, a country that had been a rival and enemy of Rondòn for centuries, but now she wanted to expand while morale was still high and ability still at it's peak.
It meant, of course, that Count DeRuiz was expected to act as general and conquerer in her name, should he meet with resistance.
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Jul 9, 2019 18:12:38 GMT -8
The carriage ride to the palace was rather... mundane, which certainly shocked Captain Walworth for a variety of reasons. First and foremost he had expected that if he was being brought to the seat of all the power of Rondon, he would be in chains and would have a variety of spoiled produce lobbed at him from the back of an open wagon. And that he would be greeted by a man in a black hood standing by a gibbet.
Instead the carriage he was being driven in was in rather fine condition, as well as his silken robes having been freshly laundered as soon as his crew arrived in port. It was between that and walking the dry docks that he learned of the rather incredible news, that a royal bird had flown the roost. Well to be fair there was another flown sparrow in his crew, so there must've been something in the water.
The carriage pulled to a stop at the front gates of the palace, with the doors being opened by a page. Walworth led the way out, stopping by the door to offer his hand to help his companion out behind him.
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Minx
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 23
Physical Description: Minx stands at a minuscule 5'2" and is commonly described as a slip of a human being. With her size and stature it's quite easy for her to slip in and out of places- often resulting in some interesting compromising positions. Her silverly white hair is often to be seen in a disheveled mess constantly falling into her clear blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever brought in the most customers to the tavern is typically what Minx would find herself wearing. Which usually consisted of a blouse hemmed short and cut in a a way that left very little to the imagination. She prefers trousers, merely because they were easier to move in and safer when surrounded by wandering hands. For that though, she also has a dagger, her father left behind for her. That and her mother's silver choker and crystal blue earrings are her most prized possessions.
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! ^-^
Registered: Sept 9, 2018 21:33:45 GMT -8
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Post by Minx on Jul 14, 2019 18:13:24 GMT -8
Minx was compulsively biting her lower lip fidgeting with the ribbons on the dress that Mr. Walworth had gotten for her at port. It was perhaps one of the nicest things that she'd ever owned, other than the jewelry that her mother had left her. The material felt nice on her skin and she'd spent quite a good amount of time tracing the intricate designs on the skirt. She still wasn't quite sure why Walworth had decided to bring her along rather than his first mate, but it wasn't up to her to decide. And she was quite a bit less intimidating than his first mate. Minx jumped- startled when the carriage creaked to a stop- before she sighed trying to calm herself down. Nothing bad would happen. She'd just stay close to Mr. Walworth and everything would be fine as it tended to be. So when his hand came into view, she eagerly took it, carefully stepping down out of the carriage. The mix of being on solid land for the first time in a while and wearing heels again making for a precarious situation. "A-Ah...M-Mista Walworth...What are we doing here again?" Minx asked as she wobbled a bit as her feet touched the cobblestones before she got her balance again.
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Jul 16, 2019 20:58:54 GMT -8
“Do not fidget with them too much, otherwise you may find yourself meeting the Queen in a state you would never believe," Walworth cautioned Minx as she stepped out of the carriage. He made sure not to add that he had his own plans to undo them later, but of course business came first. Not that any of his schemes would come to fruition, but it never hurt to aim high.
And to her second question, he answered as he took her hand on his arm, stabilizing her as she attempted to walk in heels, and began to follow after a courtier into the palace in a hushed tone so only Minx could hear, “We are here for multiple reasons. First and foremost the fair Queen of Rondon is in dire need of a shop that can sail fast and have plausible deniability of. I’m sure you’ve heard the news about a certain princess setting out to sea? Well the gods alone know where she got off to and what trouble she is in, and if the Queen were to send official ships they would have to follow diplomatic protocol.”
He paused for his next thought, gathering it loosely before he continued, “And you’re here with me because your situation was none too dissimilar. You found yourself aboard a... free charting vessel, and you survived. You’re living proof that we would be the right crew for the job... besides, I thought a chance to visit the palace would be a nice diversion.”
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Minx
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 23
Physical Description: Minx stands at a minuscule 5'2" and is commonly described as a slip of a human being. With her size and stature it's quite easy for her to slip in and out of places- often resulting in some interesting compromising positions. Her silverly white hair is often to be seen in a disheveled mess constantly falling into her clear blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever brought in the most customers to the tavern is typically what Minx would find herself wearing. Which usually consisted of a blouse hemmed short and cut in a a way that left very little to the imagination. She prefers trousers, merely because they were easier to move in and safer when surrounded by wandering hands. For that though, she also has a dagger, her father left behind for her. That and her mother's silver choker and crystal blue earrings are her most prized possessions.
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! ^-^
Registered: Sept 9, 2018 21:33:45 GMT -8
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Post by Minx on Jul 22, 2019 4:39:16 GMT -8
In truth, Minx had no idea that any princess had gone missing. She tended to zone out about topics such as those, only coming back to herself when she was either specifically addressed or the conversation changed to something more interesting. Which usually meant if by some miracle they started talking about something cute or sweet. She nodded a bit as she held on tightly to Mr. Walworth's arm, peeking up at him as he spoke.
"Oh yes, you and the crew have been very nice to me... mostly." She agreed after a moment looking back up at Walworth. "I never thought I was really in danger- and when I was... you all came to help." She blushed slightly as she thought about what had happened what only felt like a few days ago. She'd come to think of the crew as her friends. And she couldn't figure why would anyone think otherwise? Mr. Walworth was a little intimidating, of course but nothing that was too bad. Though she may be a bit biased. She gave Walworth's arm another tight squeeze, looking up at him.
"But I was just a tavern girl. I certainly have never been in a place like this." Her bright blue eyes flicked around at the courtyard for emphasis. "It is beautiful... but how could I convince anyone?"
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Jul 25, 2019 11:12:33 GMT -8
Walworth tutted softly at Minx’s lack of understanding. She was a sweet girl, perhaps one of the few whom he had ever stumbled across who displayed such childlike curiosity and sweetness that had gotten beaten out by most people by the time they became adults. A group he was most certainly apart of, since before he had first gone out to sea at the tender age of ten.
He found himself reminiscing on the days between from when he had become an orphan, and his escape on what he thought was a merchant ship, that turned out to be a pirate vessel. He was among those powder monkeys that spread sand on the ship as two vessels came into a melee, to soak up blood on the deck to keep men from slipping. Those days had slipped past much like waves against the gunwales.
He realized he had gone silent as he thought of those years. He finally answered quietly, looking down with her with a soft smile as she squeezed his arm, “You don’t need to convince anyone with your words Miss Minx. Me and my crew have carried forth a... reputation. One that you can help cure with your presence.”
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Minx
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 23
Physical Description: Minx stands at a minuscule 5'2" and is commonly described as a slip of a human being. With her size and stature it's quite easy for her to slip in and out of places- often resulting in some interesting compromising positions. Her silverly white hair is often to be seen in a disheveled mess constantly falling into her clear blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever brought in the most customers to the tavern is typically what Minx would find herself wearing. Which usually consisted of a blouse hemmed short and cut in a a way that left very little to the imagination. She prefers trousers, merely because they were easier to move in and safer when surrounded by wandering hands. For that though, she also has a dagger, her father left behind for her. That and her mother's silver choker and crystal blue earrings are her most prized possessions.
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! ^-^
Registered: Sept 9, 2018 21:33:45 GMT -8
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Post by Minx on Jul 25, 2019 18:43:41 GMT -8
Minx blinked rapidly, still quite clearly not understanding just what Mr. Walworth meant, but she knew better than to keep pestering him by now. HE knew what he was doing- Mr.Walworth always seemed to have a plan for everything. For her it was just a matter of following along with his instruction.
"I'm... still not sure what you mean, but I trust you, so everything will probably be fine." She mused with a nod content with that conclusion. "So I shouldn't talk?" She asked looking up at him curiously.
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Queen Xiomara of Rondón
Established
The Iron Rose
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: Appears 28 - 35 years old
Physical Description: ---------------
Tall, statuesque. Sable-haired with smooth, porcelain skin and tawny-gold eyes. She is always seen with red-painted lips, which lends to her nickname, the Iron Rose.
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Clothes and Equipment: Xiomara is always dressed as a queen should be. She can be gaudy and ostentatious when the occasion calls for it, but is usually dressed in more somber colors with accents of gold. She is never seen without a crown or coronet on her head.
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Registered: Apr 5, 2017 20:41:04 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Xiomara of Rondón on Aug 5, 2019 9:33:03 GMT -8
Henry Walworth MinxThey were made to wait in another chamber that was off another courtyard; this one smaller, but more pristine, obviously a more private courtyard with packed dirt instead of cobblestones. Indeed, the two of them could even watch from a window as the queen, sat precisely upon her saddle with a hat tilted upon her dark head approached, men along with her. She slipped off the back of her beautiful horse and made her way briskly inside... ... by the time she made it to their room, it had only been a minute or more. There was no more hat upon her head, but the riding outfit she was wearing was stiill upon her. Her golden eyes were incredible and focused as they looked from man to girl and back again, not unlike the eyes of a lioness on the savanna. Her beauty was austere and untouchable, her bearing regal and also militant -- clearly, she needed no crown upon her head. " Thank you for coming," she said, her Rondi accent as rich as wine as she pulled her riding gloves from her hands, very at home in the oppulent room of the 'old' palace of Rondon. This was a woman who did not like being told no; so it only made sense that she'd raise a hellion of a daughter who was likewise very much the same. " Are you hungry, thirsty?" She asked, still standing, and currently making no move to sit.
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