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 17, 2017 13:33:18 GMT -8
Rafael watched Mireia pick up her blade to defend Elena's honor. He couldn't even understand it. Elena didn't even like Mireia, she'd told Rafael that herself. So what was this all about? The Pretend-Lady, as they called Mireia, just wanted to do some damage, he supposed.
A movement caught his eye and he looked away from the sword he was facing down to see his friends bowing at their hips. With a quiet groan, he looked to the other entrance of the courtyard and saw his mother standing there. She was indeed an iron rose, complete with iron thorns, and they were directed his way.
He took his time to sheathe his sword, and then gave a cock-eyed bow. "Mother," he said to her, and knew he was in for it.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 5, 2024 10:11:48 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2017 13:40:09 GMT -8
She glared down the prince. The arrogant, disgusting, pig of a prince, who took liberties where none were offered and who'd set out to make Mireia's transition into nobility as difficult as possible. The worst part about it was that he didn't even realize how difficult he made it. His careless words that were thrown out with apathy and sometimes spitefulness did more to damage her reputation than anything else, and Mireia had a hard time believing that he DIDN'T know what he did.
Lady Elena's claims had given her the perfect excuse. Perhaps she could win points with the group if she fought for Lady Elena's honor. She was very decent with a rapier, taught by the her father's men who certainly knew their way around one. Maybe cutting the Prince down to size would finally make life a little easier for her, the merchant's daughter turned lord's daughter.
She hadn't invited all of these people, however. One or two witnesses would have been enough for what she wanted, so she had to assume that Lady Elena herself had spread the word. She had a regretful feeling that she might have been a pawn in some bigger scheme for the Lady Elena, but for now, it served her purposes and she'd finally be able to...
But at the way the heavy silence fell and the way the handsome prince suddenly looked past her and over her shoulder put a cold, creeping feeling up her back. She looked over her shoulder... and indeed. There was the Iron Rose. Mireia gasped slightly and dropped her rapier to the stone tile floor of the courtyard, turning and dropping into a deep curtsy.
They were all in so much trouble.
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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 18:07:12 GMT -8
Roxanne groaned as Juan Carlos explained the situation. This was all just teenaged drama, then. Nothing worth dueling over, in her opinion. Then again, nobles could be strange sometimes. When he told her that she was beautiful, she resisted the urge to roll her eyes. The boy wasn't shy, at least.
"Thanks. How do you know the prince, are you a friend of his? A relative?"
She glanced around, wondering why everyone was suddenly bowing down, and spotted the ornately-dressed woman. Who was she? Somebody important, no doubt. Should she bow too? She didn't know, and it was already too late to do so without looking awkward. All of a sudden, the prince addressed her as "mother". Oh dear, this was the queen, wasn't it? At least now maybe there would be no dueling, and nobody would get hurt.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Apr 18, 2017 9:19:38 GMT -8
Lord Soult made his way soberly towards the city on the horizon, dimly remembering that the maps had it listed as Rondon. Recent events had made him unhappy at his home, the sights reminding him of those he now wished to forget, he had left the fief in the semi-capable hands of his steward and younger brothers, and taken off, with little intent to return. Gauldin had proved to be one misery after another, and perhaps his brothers would have better luck than he had.
Whether they did or not was out of his control, and he had his sights currently set on the city before him. Supposedly, his great-grandfather had obtained a trade agreement between Arcoux and the city here, and the tales, passed down though the generations, had always been a favorite of his when he was younger.
Behind the Lord rode a dozen of his most loyal knights, one bearing his personal crest emblazoned on a flag. They travelled fairly light, especially for nobles, but the Lord had few needs besides safe food, water, and the occasional drink, the thought of some of their famous wine putting a hint of a smile on the lately taciturn Lord as he made his way up to the gate.
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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 19, 2017 7:43:37 GMT -8
The approach of the banners caused a mild uproar at the city gates. After all, this was no mere merchant or peasant coming to visit, but Someone of High Importance that did not appear to be scheduled.
The Captain was made to take matters into his own hands. They asked if they should inform the Queen, but he shook his head. There was no message to send yet, they knew nothing about the situation.
He did, however, have himself and two men get upon their horses and ride down the road to meet Lord Soult before his entourage cluttered up the gates.
The Captain, with his impressive mustache and sharp dark eyes, raised a hand in greeting as they reigned in their Selancian horses -- known to be unique to the area and make excellent war horses given their intelligent nature. "Greetings, my lord," the Captain said in a business like tone, a half cape folded under one arm and swept over the other, rich green with a crowned rose at its center, the symbol of Rondon.
"We were not expecting you," he said, the group of them within sight of the gates. "I would ask for your identification," he went on to say, speaking in Rondi accented Gauldish. The Captain was smart enough to recognize their culture and his importance, and was clearly learned in the Gauldish language.
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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 19, 2017 7:50:55 GMT -8
It was unlikely that Juan Carlos would answer Roxanne's question, given who was in their presence.
Queen Xiomara stepped forward, her gown whispering quietly about her, a lock of her swaying black hair resting over her shoulder and upon the soft swells of her breasts. She was beautiful, but severe, including those lioness' eyes that looked upon her son.
"I expect more from you, Rafael," she said, speaking in a voice like the rest of her, beautiful yet with its thorns. Then, she turned that gaze onto Roxanne, the adult of the group. "You," she said to Roxanne, and then put her gaze to Rafael. "And you. Come with me."
Warm, circular light began to glow subtly beneath the feet of those she had chosen as well as herself and her own entourage, and in a whisp of spring air, they were teleported out of the gardens and to the Palace of Thorns.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Apr 19, 2017 7:51:45 GMT -8
Lord Soult's own Herald trotted forward to hand over a seal bearing the symbol of the Soult house.
"Lord Nicolas Soult of the Fiefdom of Arcoux requests entry ingo the Fair City of Rondon, for business that is his own."
The Herald was a tad more pompous than Soult would have preferred, but he sat impassively upon his steed, fixing the Captain of the Guard with a steely gaze that showed little emotion beyond weariness.
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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 19, 2017 9:01:15 GMT -8
"Huh? Me?"
Roxanne glanced around, in case the queen meant somebody standing behind her. But no, there was nobody but Juan Carlos, and the imposing woman was definitely looking straight at her. What could the queen want with her? Was she in trouble? You never could tell with monarchs. Before she could protest, or even ask why, she noticed the light forming under her feet. Before she could react, Roxanne was teleported away.
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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 19, 2017 14:45:12 GMT -8
Duke Nicolas SoultThe Captain perked a dark brow as the herald came forward, the Gauldish Lord himself sitting upon his high horse and staring them down. Even the two guards that Captain had come out with seemed to find this custom strange, and they stared at the herald as he announced his lordship. The Captain looked from the herald, to the Lord, and then back to the herald. "And the names of his Lordship men who attend?" the Captain asked. There was just a tiny hint of derision in his voice. He didn't like the herald's pompousness, nor the Lord who'd employ him, but it was the Captain's place to judge. Much.
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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 19, 2017 15:15:33 GMT -8
GrandmaThe man gave a robust laugh that rang off the walls of the open room. "I am Don Alberto deRuiz," he said in accented common. "You come at a fortuitous time, senora," he continued to say. There was something in his gaze -- it wasn't lust, exactly. Not for her, anyway. She didn't have the sort of supple bodies that he liked (indeed, she appeared to be decades, maybe even centuries past that), but something about her seemed to make her a target to Alberto, who was known as something of a shark. "La Reina has come to look over the books of the guild," the man told her. "It is why we are bustling today more than other days. Perhaps you knew this, and that is why you choose today of all days to make your presence known. I am sure that I would have seen you in this fair city before."
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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 19, 2017 17:59:33 GMT -8
Grandma offered the man a warm smile as he introduced himself. She could tell he hadn’t approached her entirely out of the goodness of his heart, but what merchant worth their salt would? The man seemed to be willing to talk which was all she needed for the moment.
“A pleasure to meet you, Don Alberto deRuiz. I regrettably don’t have such a wondrous name as yours, I am simply known as Grandma.”
At the man's mention of her arriving at a fortunate time, Grandma raises an eyebrow in question.
“To be perfectly honest, I was not aware of this fact. The queen will be here today, you say? It seems luck was on my side in this matter then, for I can’t claim I planned such a thing to happen myself. It is as you say, though, this is the first time I’ve ever been to Rondon. I arrived here just today in fact. I’ve come from Isra and am looking to invest in trading opportunities you see…”
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Apr 20, 2017 4:49:36 GMT -8
The Herald began aloud again, acting as if it was rehearsed and he reading from a scroll.
"The noble knights that accompany the Lord Soult are as follows; Sir Bran Stoker, Slayer of the Dreaday Night Vampire...."
"Enough, Herald Rulls."
"But milord..."
"They don't care what the knights have done, just give the guards their names and move on. This isn'the Gauldin with all their pomp and ceremony."
The Lord's interjection was quiet, yet audible to all, as was his clear distaste for pomp and ceremony.
"Right then, they are Sir Bran Stoker, Sir Krom Drake, Sir Chester Finch, Sir Dalton Elias, Sir Jacques Cousteau, and Sir Arawn Undar."
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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 20, 2017 21:32:33 GMT -8
Duke Nicolas SoultThe two guards that had come with the captain smirked, but there was no audible scoff or laugh at the way the Gauldish lord treated his herald. The Captain, however, remained stone-faced and just listened. As the herald read the names, his gaze was glancing at the number of people in the entourage. It matched up, especially when he caught the herald's name. "Welcome to the Fair City of Rondon, Lord Soult," the Captain said from behind his distinguished mustache. "You'll find the lodging for your kind in the upper east side of the city," he continued, and then gestured for the lord and his entourage to go ahead and on the road. The captain and his guards planned on following behind them, or at least one guard. He said something in quick ROndi to the one of them, recieved a nod in reply, and then the man turned his horse 'round and road back into the city, presumably to deliver a message.
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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 20, 2017 21:37:41 GMT -8
Roxanne Fletcher Crown Prince Rafael VinicioThey were transported into the throne room of the Palace of Thorns, where the queen stepped from her summoning circle with easy, her gown trailing behind her as she walked, power in every step, control in every side, a cold set to her shoulders as she made for her throne. For all that the Palace of Thorns might have sounded like an evil place, it was easy to see that it was not so, and was in fact, quite beautiful. Natural sunlight streamed through the tall windows to gleam off of the gold accents upon the queen, and with a flick of her foot she kicked her train behind her as she turned and took a seat. Her golden eyes -- the eyes of a lioness -- looked upon her son and Roxanne, the other members of her retinue present, a liveried guard standing at every column. She turned that stunning gaze onto Roxanne. "Who are you?" she asked in Common, half intrigued, half annoyed at the woman's presence in her city. [Skip Rafael]
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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 20, 2017 21:53:41 GMT -8
Roxanne glanced around, amazed that they'd been transported here in an instant. She marveled at just how luxurious everything was, and how the light seemed to make everything glow. She looked up at the queen's question, and realized that she was severely underdressed for the occasion.
"Me? Um...I'm Roxanne Fletcher. Just a visitor to Rondon. A tourist, really. Uh...you have a lovely city."
She immediately felt dumb for just opening her mouth. Why had she said that? Still, it wasn't good to not answer the queen's questions. Looking up, she realized just how young the queen looked. Why, the queen didn't look more than five or six years older than Roxanne herself! She unconsciously began comparing herself to the ruler, and not very favorably. The queen was flawless, while Roxanne had just gotten off the road. Besides, the queen's body just seemed to defy physics...or maybe it was just the cut of the dress. Roxanne flushed pink, and decided to think about something else.
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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 20, 2017 22:29:58 GMT -8
"And how did you come to be in the company of my son, Roxanne Fletcher?" the Queen asked, her Rondi accent evident on her voice. She did not move those lioness' eyes from Roxanne's face, even when she blushed, even when she looked away from the Iron Rose's figure. "Stay," she suddenly commanded, and her gaze was a javelin as it moved from Roxy to Rafael, who had made an attempt to leave the throne room, where their voices slightly echoed off the marble and the statuettes. She turned her head and continued to wait for Roxanne's answer.
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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 21, 2017 5:25:57 GMT -8
Roxanne looked back up and managed to meet the Queen's intimidating glare. Had she always been able to glare like that, or did it come with being queen? Roxanne didn't know.
"I...I just ran into him in the maze. He'd hurt his ankle, so I helped him get to where he was going. I didn't think it was a good idea for him to be dueling, but I couldn't very well stop it..."
She glanced over at Rafael, who had been trying to sneak away. She didn't blame him, really. If it would let her avoid the queen's stare, she'd probably sneak out too.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Apr 21, 2017 6:24:31 GMT -8
"Thank you Captain, should I have the opportunity, I will pass along my compliments of your professional manner to your superiors."
The Lord was surprisingly sincere, at least to the guards. The knights who had been with him for years were not surprised. Such was the way of their Lord.
A glare was sufficient to chastise the Herald into following meekly behind, and the Lord rode into the city and towards the direction the guards had indicated.
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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 21, 2017 20:00:47 GMT -8
Xiomara's manicured fingernails -- perfectly glossy, a deep, deep red -- tapped on the arm of her throne as Roxanne spoke, her golden eyes steady on the warrior-woman's face. It was obvious that she'd been traveling for a while -- Xiomara would have recognized that look anywhere.
She glanced at her son, her heir, and saw that he was doing his best impression of boredom, hands in his pockets, a lazy set to his shoulders. It annoyed her, and the finger-nail tapping stopped.
She returned her gaze to Roxanne. "I've heard of the Fletcher family," she stated. "You may stay at the Palace. Dinner is served at nine o' clock, and I do not take tardiness lightly. Roberto will see you to your rooms." She lifted a hand and gently waved, and one of the entourage that had been with Xiomara in the hedgemaze courtyard stepped forward and made a boy to Roxanne.
She'd been dismissed. Resolutely. Her gaze turned to her son then. "Rafael, come closer."
Someone was in trooouuuble~ But nothing would be said until Roxanne left the throne room on Roberto's heels.
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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 22, 2017 9:12:08 GMT -8
The queen had heard of her family? Roxanne was surprised, then realized she probably shouldn't be. Her family was enormous, after all. What was more surprising was the fact that she'd just been invited to stay at the palace and eat dinner with them. Still, she wasn't complaining. Free food was free food, and palace food was undoubtedly delicious. Who ate at nine o'clock, though? They sure ate dinner late around here.
"Thank you, Ma'am. I won't be late."
When the queen dismissed her, she quickly followed the attendant out. She didn't need to be a part of the family drama. Turning to the attendant, she asked:
"Um...does the queen often invite guests to stay at the palace out of the blue?"
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