Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio
Established
The Crown Prince of Rondón
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 19 Years
Physical Description: HT & WT: 5'11" & 185 lbs
SHAPE: Thin / Lean / Athletic
HR & EY: Brunette & Blue (from his Father's side)
SKIN: Light olive-tone
Clothes and Equipment: CLOTHES: Courtly, sophisticated, attired to occasion
JEWELRY: The Vinicio House Ring, rarely a crown, a simple necklace with a pendant of the Mother on it.
WEAPONS: ornate sabre, matching dagger
ARMOR: No armor unless noted in posts
STEED: Rondi-quality horse named Quixote
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondon, Queen Xiomara, House Vinicio
Registered: Apr 16, 2017 15:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio on Apr 16, 2017 16:27:36 GMT -8
Roxanne FletcherAs she wandered through the park, enjoying her raspberry gelato and taking in the fair sights, she'd come upon a nice but simple fountain, a little away from the main group of people. It was quiet there. The plop! of her coin was the loudest noise, which wasn't very loud at all. That is, until Roxanne could hear the strains of someone talking to himself, and the sound of air being sliced. Beyond the fountain was a hedge that led into a maze and provided a bit of privacy to the people within the park if they so needed it. Obviously, whoever was just over the side of the hedge -- with an opening just a few feet away -- was some kind of frustrated and irritated.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Apr 16, 2017 18:02:30 GMT -8
Roxanne sat by the fountain, watching the fish swim about, until she hear the odd noises from behind the hedge. What could it be? Someone was talking to themselves, and swinging something around in the air...both were usually red flags. Still, her curiosity got the better of her. She'd always been the curious type, and it had gotten her into quite a bit of trouble over the years. Unable to help herself, she got up and walked through the gap in the hedge maze. She headed towards the voice, trying to see who was so agitated. At home, Roxanne seldom snooped, but she couldn't bear not knowing what was going on. The person, whoever it was, didn't sound as though they were in any mood to help her. Who knew though, maybe she'd be able to help them.
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Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio
Established
The Crown Prince of Rondón
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 19 Years
Physical Description: HT & WT: 5'11" & 185 lbs
SHAPE: Thin / Lean / Athletic
HR & EY: Brunette & Blue (from his Father's side)
SKIN: Light olive-tone
Clothes and Equipment: CLOTHES: Courtly, sophisticated, attired to occasion
JEWELRY: The Vinicio House Ring, rarely a crown, a simple necklace with a pendant of the Mother on it.
WEAPONS: ornate sabre, matching dagger
ARMOR: No armor unless noted in posts
STEED: Rondi-quality horse named Quixote
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondon, Queen Xiomara, House Vinicio
Registered: Apr 16, 2017 15:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio on Apr 16, 2017 18:08:38 GMT -8
She'd found a young man, hard to pin-point his age exactly, but most guessed in the high teens. He was dressed well, in dark colors to accent his dark hair. In his hand he wielded a saber, with great effectiveness it seemed, except...
... well, he was facing off against a statue of stone. His back was to Roxanne, the only real color about him an amber sash that he wore over his chest and back. He was muttering in Rondi as he advanced forward, and then faltered in his step, causing him to cry out a bit in pain.
He seemed to be cussing, limping yet still walking on his bad foot when he turned to go near the bench -- and saw Roxanne. He was very handsome, with a cut jaw, a strong nose and brow, and piercing blue eyes. His dark hair curled handsomely over his brows, and though he seemed clean-shaven, a bit of stubble had begun to grow on his chin. A mere hint of it, actually.
But, he was young. And bold. And had an air about him that frequently gave way to mischief.
"Kien esti?" he asked with a tip of his chin to her, easing himself down to sit on the stone bench.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Apr 16, 2017 18:17:20 GMT -8
The young man certainly wasn't what Roxanne had expected. She'd been imagining something more along the lines of a crazy old man, swinging at flying insects while muttering to himself. Still, this boy didn't seem very old at all. In fact, he looked even younger than her, although she couldn't be sure. Perhaps he just had a youthful face. When he turned and saw her, she smiled nervously.
"Um...hello. I'm sorry, I don't speak Rondi. I'm new to the city, after all..."
Was he injured? He seemed to be limping slightly. His youth, combined with the slight limp, reminded Roxanne of her frail cousin Roy. She hoped the boy wasn't badly hurt, although she'd never seen anyone hurt themselves fighting a statue.
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Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio
Established
The Crown Prince of Rondón
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 19 Years
Physical Description: HT & WT: 5'11" & 185 lbs
SHAPE: Thin / Lean / Athletic
HR & EY: Brunette & Blue (from his Father's side)
SKIN: Light olive-tone
Clothes and Equipment: CLOTHES: Courtly, sophisticated, attired to occasion
JEWELRY: The Vinicio House Ring, rarely a crown, a simple necklace with a pendant of the Mother on it.
WEAPONS: ornate sabre, matching dagger
ARMOR: No armor unless noted in posts
STEED: Rondi-quality horse named Quixote
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondon, Queen Xiomara, House Vinicio
Registered: Apr 16, 2017 15:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio on Apr 16, 2017 18:20:06 GMT -8
He gave a single, short laugh that didn't sound very amused at all. No, indeed, it sounded as if she was the last thing he wanted to deal with, but all he could do was laugh at what the Fates had decided to give him. He had lifted his gaze up and let his head fall back a little with the sound, and now took a breath and looked at her.
"I said," he told her, his Rondi accent obvious on his voice, his tone more than flippant. "Who are you? Not that it will matter." He winced again and shifted his attention down to his ankle, looking at his fine, black leather boot dubiously.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Apr 16, 2017 18:27:22 GMT -8
Roxanne frowned, leaning against a hedge. Why was this boy laughing at her? Perhaps it was because she was an outsider, or because she was in the middle of eating a gelato cone. She couldn't do anything about the former, and she certainly wasn't going to do anything about the latter. It was delicious, after all. Besides, what sort of person laughed at someone for eating ice cream? Her frown deepened when he said that it didn't matter who she was. Who did this boy think he was?
"I'm Roxanne. What do you mean it won't matter, huh? That's no way to treat a stranger. What's your name?"
She glanced down at his ankle when he winced in pain, and her expression softened slightly. The boy looked pretty close in age to Roy, causing Roxanne to be slightly more sympathetic.
"Is your ankle alright? Are you hurt?"
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Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio
Established
The Crown Prince of Rondón
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 19 Years
Physical Description: HT & WT: 5'11" & 185 lbs
SHAPE: Thin / Lean / Athletic
HR & EY: Brunette & Blue (from his Father's side)
SKIN: Light olive-tone
Clothes and Equipment: CLOTHES: Courtly, sophisticated, attired to occasion
JEWELRY: The Vinicio House Ring, rarely a crown, a simple necklace with a pendant of the Mother on it.
WEAPONS: ornate sabre, matching dagger
ARMOR: No armor unless noted in posts
STEED: Rondi-quality horse named Quixote
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondon, Queen Xiomara, House Vinicio
Registered: Apr 16, 2017 15:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio on Apr 16, 2017 18:36:06 GMT -8
"My name," he said through slightly-clenched teeth, both in pain and frustration, "is Rafael Tomas Leon Vinicio, Crown Prince of Rondon and the Southern Isles." Then he lifted his gaze off his boot to look at Roxanne, his own eyes sharp. "And yes, it does hurt."
He turned and swung his sword hard, letting it fly out of his grip so it could pierce the earth and stay sticking up. A neat trick, and one that most boys his age tried to learn to do for the coolness of it. It was a bad idea to do that to a blade, but it seemed to be done out of irritation by the crown prince sitting in front of Roxanne.
He leaned back with a heavy sigh, his head tilting as he used the thick hedge behind him as a back to his stone bench seat. "I twisted it when I fell from Quixote, and I have a duel to attend in a half hour at the center of this maze." He turned his head to regard Roxanne, noticing, through his anger, that she was actually quite pretty.
Older than him, but not by much. Not by any margin that would matter to him, anyway.
"Roxanne was the name of a warrior princess in my people's history," he remarked off-handedly. "Do you know of any healing spells, Warrior Princess?" He asked, his voice a little kinder. A little... smoother.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Apr 16, 2017 18:46:11 GMT -8
Roxanne's eyes widened with surprise at this latest development. The boy was the crown prince of Rondon? Was he pulling her leg? No, she didn't think so. He had a regal air about him, even though he was so young. It was a shame about his ankle, though. She assumed Quixote was his horse, and falls from horses never ended well. When he called her warrior princess, though, she had to suppress a giggle.
"No, I'm afraid not. Magic was never my thing. If you'd like, though, I can bind it up for you. That will cut down the swelling and make it heal more quickly, but it won't help very much for the duel. You're just going to make that worse, you know. And I wasn't named after any sort of warrior princess. Roxanne was my great-grandmother's name on my mother's side. Still, it's nice to meet you...crown prince Rafael."
She hesitated before calling him by name. What else was she supposed to call him? Just Rafael seemed wrong, but she certainly wasn't going to call a boy so young "your majesty" or "my lord". Besides, he wasn't even her lord, as she wasn't a citizen of Rondon.
"Can't you call off the duel? You're just going to hurt yourself even more."
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Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio
Established
The Crown Prince of Rondón
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 19 Years
Physical Description: HT & WT: 5'11" & 185 lbs
SHAPE: Thin / Lean / Athletic
HR & EY: Brunette & Blue (from his Father's side)
SKIN: Light olive-tone
Clothes and Equipment: CLOTHES: Courtly, sophisticated, attired to occasion
JEWELRY: The Vinicio House Ring, rarely a crown, a simple necklace with a pendant of the Mother on it.
WEAPONS: ornate sabre, matching dagger
ARMOR: No armor unless noted in posts
STEED: Rondi-quality horse named Quixote
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondon, Queen Xiomara, House Vinicio
Registered: Apr 16, 2017 15:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio on Apr 16, 2017 19:00:18 GMT -8
His charm seemed to fade a little when Roxanne answered that she didn't know any healing spells, let alone any magic. She was quick to correct him on where her name had come from. He went back to leaning against the hedge and shut his eyes, lifting a hand to rub at his brow between his eyes.
"No, no, I can't call off the duel. It would make me a coward, and the nobles of House Vinicio are not cowards." He dropped his hand and looked at her again. "Would you call off the duel?" The question seemed to be one of judgment. If she said yes, then the Crown Prince would think her a coward, quite obviously.
And if she said no, well...
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Apr 16, 2017 19:08:44 GMT -8
Roxanne sighed. Nobles and their pride. She'd never understood how there were any nobles left at all, with all their silly duels and feuds. Surely they'd all have been killed in duels, or been too proud to admit that they'd gotten sick like a commoner and go to the doctor.
"Me? Of course, there's no way I'd-"
She paused. Would she really call off a duel, just because her ankle hurt? She should, but would she? She was definitely impulsive, and could be prideful herself. No, she'd probably duel, even if it meant limping for two weeks afterwards.
"No, you're right. I'd probably go ahead with the duel. But if my cousin Roy were the one dueling, there's no way I'd let him. He's about your age, you know."
Roxanne sighed. She missed Roy, and hoped that he was alright. The world was far too dangerous for someone like him, and she worried about his well-being.
"You should be careful, though. Injuries like that can get serious very quickly."
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Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio
Established
The Crown Prince of Rondón
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 19 Years
Physical Description: HT & WT: 5'11" & 185 lbs
SHAPE: Thin / Lean / Athletic
HR & EY: Brunette & Blue (from his Father's side)
SKIN: Light olive-tone
Clothes and Equipment: CLOTHES: Courtly, sophisticated, attired to occasion
JEWELRY: The Vinicio House Ring, rarely a crown, a simple necklace with a pendant of the Mother on it.
WEAPONS: ornate sabre, matching dagger
ARMOR: No armor unless noted in posts
STEED: Rondi-quality horse named Quixote
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondon, Queen Xiomara, House Vinicio
Registered: Apr 16, 2017 15:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio on Apr 16, 2017 19:25:46 GMT -8
She began to deny it, and Rafael lifted his hand off of his face, looked at her and perked a brow. He watched as the pretty blonde warrior paused, thought it through, and then admitted he was right.
He enjoyed hearing that he was right, and he grinned a little -- a bit of that wicked charm coming through. He was young now, no doubt merely a boy in Roxanne's eyes, but give him a couple years, and he'd be a lady killer.
"As I thought," Rafael said with triumph. "You ARE a warrior princess."
He didn't care to hear about or be compared to this Roy boy. Rafael waved a hand. "This is not my first duel," he told her, and the matter-of-fact way he said it implied that seriously, it wasn't. He pushed himself up to stand, wincing a little and sheathed his saber. "I had better make my way now or I'll be late, and a Prince of Rondon is never late."
He lifted one arm to her. "Help me get there, Warrior Princess?" He asked, and then added on. "With your help, I won't put as much strain on my ankle and I'll have a better chance of winning." Charm AND logic. A double-whammy on the world-traveling lady-knight.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Apr 16, 2017 20:04:54 GMT -8
Roxanne rolled her eyes as he grinned smugly. She'd never liked being called "princess", but supposed that she could let it slide for now. After all, there was no point in fighting over it. When the boy asked for her help getting to the duel, though, she paused. Was this just some ruse to get close to her? He was right, it wouldn't be good to strain his ankle, but she couldn't help but be suspicious. After all, it wouldn't be the first time someone had used an injury as an excuse to cuddle up against her. Still...she couldn't very well stand by and let him hobble off on his own.
"Oh, alright. I'll help you, come here."
She slung his arm over her shoulders, helping him up.
"What will they think, though? The crown prince, being almost carried by a woman. A foreigner, too."
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Apr 16, 2017 20:25:33 GMT -8
Grandma turned her gaze to the man who had just spoken to her in Rondi. She couldn’t yet understand the language, although if she needed to learn it, she could do so without too much trouble… For the moment she simply offered the man a slight smile before responding in common, perhaps he spoke common. If not, she might need to find a translator.
“I’m afraid I don’t speak Rondi, Sir. I don’t know if you can understand common, but regardless, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
For the moment, Grandma simply waited to see if the man could understand her. If he couldn’t, that would be a tad inconvenient.
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Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio
Established
The Crown Prince of Rondón
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 19 Years
Physical Description: HT & WT: 5'11" & 185 lbs
SHAPE: Thin / Lean / Athletic
HR & EY: Brunette & Blue (from his Father's side)
SKIN: Light olive-tone
Clothes and Equipment: CLOTHES: Courtly, sophisticated, attired to occasion
JEWELRY: The Vinicio House Ring, rarely a crown, a simple necklace with a pendant of the Mother on it.
WEAPONS: ornate sabre, matching dagger
ARMOR: No armor unless noted in posts
STEED: Rondi-quality horse named Quixote
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondon, Queen Xiomara, House Vinicio
Registered: Apr 16, 2017 15:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio on Apr 16, 2017 20:29:08 GMT -8
He leaned on her, his arm crossing the width of his shoulders as he schooled his grin to be only half as large as he wanted it to be. Right up next to her side, it really was much easier to walk, and although it had indeed been 70% ploy, 30% of it had been an actual necessary need for help. "They will take one look at you and realize why," he said with another grin, turning his head so she could see his smile. He gestured which way to go further in the maze, the two of them keeping a pretty steady pace. For his part, he didn't try to grope her. Then again, she was in armor, so... Anyway, they finally turned and came to a courtyard -- not a very big one, so it must not have been the true center of the maze -- where there was fountain in the middle and stone tiles all through out. Hedges rose on all sides, and in front of those hedges, the bare branches of rose bushes that were not yet blooming. There were benches at the Northern, Southern, Eastern, and Western most points, and only two ways in. Also within the courtyard was a good handful of young noble-people, ranging in ages 14 to 18. Clearly, they recognized the prince, and few of the lads came bounding over to him when they saw him enter with Roxanne, speaking in quick Rondi, enthused and obviously on the prince's side. Rafael, for his part, was quietly furious and glaring over at the girls that were left, most of them surrounding a teary-eyed one who kept sending longing looks Rafael's way. There were two boys that were left over on that side as well, and if they weren't trying to reassure the crying girl, they were glaring the prince's way. "Speak in Common, she doesn't understand Rondi," Rafael told the boys that surrounded him. "This is Roxanne. Roxanne, them." He took his arm off from around Roxanne's shoulder and limped forward on his own, parting the boys from around him so that he could glare across the distance at those surrounding the weepy-eyed girl. "Did you send a herald to announce our duel?" he asked in thickly-accented common. "Why are all of these people here?"
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Apr 16, 2017 20:38:56 GMT -8
Roxanne groaned at his flirtatious comments. He was so much younger than her that his attempts to be charming were just amusing, although she had to admit that it was nice to be complimented every now and then.
"Keep it up and I'll drop you here and let you walk the rest of the way by yourself, Prince."
As they walked, she admired the well-kept maze. Hedge mazes had always fascinated her. Who had the time to design a maze, grow hedges as the walls, and maintain it? It just screamed dedication and wealth. She appreciated the fact that it was in a public park where anyone could enjoy it, rather than locked away on private lands. Once they reached the site of the duel, she glanced around. Why, it was just a duel between kids! She immediately spotted the crying girl and turned to Rafael, concerned.
"Who's the girl? Is she alright?"
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 5, 2024 12:01:25 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2017 21:14:26 GMT -8
Mireia looked up from reassuring Lady Elena that things were going to be fine, only to see that Prince Rafael had arrived to their duel with a woman hanging all over him.
How typical!
Her brown eyes flashed with her anger as she put her hands on her hips and turned to regard him, as angry as the other girls who surrounded poor, poor Lady Elena. True, Mireia didn't even really like Lady Elena, but what Prince Rafael had done to her had gone too far.
"Esti in serria?" she asked to Prince Rafael, clad in a gown of gold and black, her brown hair twisted up in a traditional Rondi fashion so it was off her neck. "Ke vistos LaMujer kuendo ki sabez fuetimos ajora?" she asked, frustrated. He seemed to ignore her, however, his blue eyes piercing as he asked instead about all of the people.
She crossed her arms and glanced at the white-haired woman he'd brought, whom the other boys seemed to be staring at, and figured he was speaking in the Trader's language for her benefit. "I did not invite them if that is what you are thinking," she answered, her Rondi accent as thick as the prince's. "But enough talk."
She turned, and one of the girls handed her her rapier, its handle gleaming as she moved away from the fountain to a clear area and took position. "It is time that you were finally served a lesson, Rafael."
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Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio
Established
The Crown Prince of Rondón
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 19 Years
Physical Description: HT & WT: 5'11" & 185 lbs
SHAPE: Thin / Lean / Athletic
HR & EY: Brunette & Blue (from his Father's side)
SKIN: Light olive-tone
Clothes and Equipment: CLOTHES: Courtly, sophisticated, attired to occasion
JEWELRY: The Vinicio House Ring, rarely a crown, a simple necklace with a pendant of the Mother on it.
WEAPONS: ornate sabre, matching dagger
ARMOR: No armor unless noted in posts
STEED: Rondi-quality horse named Quixote
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondon, Queen Xiomara, House Vinicio
Registered: Apr 16, 2017 15:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio on Apr 16, 2017 21:23:07 GMT -8
He glanced back at Roxanne, who had half of the attention of the noblemen's sons. She was new, and they always liked new things, but they could also tell that she was old. At least, older than all of them. And she was foreign. And she was dressed funny.
"Her name is Lady Elena, and she's a liar," Rafael told Roxanne, and there was a hard gleam in his eyes as if he really couldn't stand the idea of liars, no matter who they were.
Lady Mireia began to call him out and so he turned back, and as she armed herself with her rapier, Rafael was not about to back down. He slid his sabre from its sheathe, then took his sheathe and tossed it to a friend who caught it with a chuckle and called at Rafael's back.
He limped over to take up a position. "You're an idiot for believing her, and an idiot for calling this duel," Rafael told Mireia. She was a couple years older than him, but given Rafael's own maturity, they almost seemed to be of the same age. "And that's PRINCE Rafael to you."
Still, Rafael didn't make the first move. Hard to tell if it was because he was a gentleman (or becoming one), or if it was because of his ankle that made it hard for him to move.
Meanwhile, one of Rafael's friends -- older, an eighteen year old with a mustache grown nicely in (he was quite proud of it) -- cocked a grin at Roxanne. "So... you are a foreigner, no?" he asked, his Rondi accent thick. Clearly, he liked the way Roxanne looked, armor and all.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Apr 17, 2017 4:37:41 GMT -8
Roxanne blinked, surprised at this new development. He was fighting the noble girl? That was certainly odd. Still, he said that she was a liar, and Roxanne didn't like liars any more than he did. She let him go and stepped back, watching him nervously. Even though she didn't know the whole situation, she hoped he won. Still, it didn't look good with his ankle in the shape it was. She looked over at the friend, and nodded.
"Yes, that's right. I'm a foreigner, alright. What happened, though? Why are they dueling? The prince said that she's a liar...what's this all about?"
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The Kingdom of Rondón
Committed
Seeking fearless soldiers, merchants, and frontiersmen
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: 400 - 450 years old
Physical Description: Gist: Having just recently conquered their neighboring kingdom of Zephyr, Rondón is going through a golden age, and its Queen is commissioning sea captains as privateers to explore and colonize nearby islands to bring underneath Rondón's green banner.
Capital City: Vinicio, formerly Rondón
Other Major Cities: Selanca, DeRuiz, Baloncia, Brais, Port Calar, Sincaro
Primary Language: Rondi (Fantasy Spanish)
Clothes and Equipment: Ruler: Queen Xiomara Vinicio
Heir: Prince Rafael, Princess Arenna
Primary Export: Gold, stone, wine, horses, lumber, iron, olives, luxury goods
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:08:47 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Rondón on Apr 17, 2017 13:25:11 GMT -8
The friend shrugged, trying to affect an air of nonchalance. "Eh, it depends on who you believe," he remarked, standing near Roxanne but watching as Rafael and Mireia sized each other up. "Some believe Rafael took Elena's virginity, some believe no."
Lady Elena sat surrounded by her ladies on one side, crying as prettily as she possibly could, sniffling every so often but watching Rafael like a hawk. The teenaged lady nobles were all around her, fawning and patting her hand and caressing her hair, a couple boys over on that side glaring at Rafael with death in their eyes.
"Me, I don't care, I just like to watch." He turned his gaze and gifted Roxanne with a dazzling smile. "I am Juan Carlos, and you are beautiful."
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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 Apr 17, 2017 13:30:39 GMT -8
The sound of someone approaching on the gravel was drowned out with the way the boys and girls were calling at Prince Rafael and Lady Mireia to duel -- on behalf of Lady Elena's honor, of course. She came from the direction across from where Roxanne stood, so it would be the boys that saw her first, double-taking the image of the curvaceous Queen of Rondon standing in the arbor that folded over her queenly head, her austere beauty cold and sharp as she laid eyes on her son.
She was not surprised when the boys slapped each other and bowed, and even less amused when the pretty birds flocking around Lady Elena spun around and dropped into a curtsy. Her tawny-gold eyes, like that of a lioness, drifted over bowed heads to glance at the white-haired Roxanne with mild curiosity before finally laying upon the duelists.
She had footmen behind her, and she herself was gowned elegantly, a laurel crown in her black hair and more leaves across the tiny expanse of her waist. It would take a moment, perhaps, before the duelists looked in her direction, but she'd be waiting all the same.
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