The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on May 4, 2017 8:03:55 GMT -8
Free of muck due to @totallynotadragon's magic influence, she was as sassy and lovely as she'd ever been. The small box and vial that was handed to her was placed into the pouch at her hip that never seemed to grow in size. As she questioned drinks, she found an ally in Alliandre Saleia ... and more derisive tone from Raoul Ferdinand. She should have expected it, of course, but it still annoyed her. All of this over a flask? Still, with an ally on her side, she tipped her head so her blonde ponytail swayed and sent a smile toward Raoul, batting her lashes. "Well, Your Highness, since you and your lads seem so poor, I don't think we'll mind buying a round of drinks," she spoke as she drifted forward, a bit of attitude in the sway of her hips. Her gaze drifted toward Kaine Aislinn for a moment, and then barely glanced at the way Typhus and @seren seemed to be celebrating. "Who ever downs the first round the fastest at the Ale Garden has to buy for the rest of us, for the rest of the night, however," she challenged, making another bet on behalf of herself and Alliandre -- as well as Raoul and Kaine--, as the Sparrow wasn't sure if Draga was still interested... and it seemed as if Typhus was completely enamored with the dark-haired girl in his arms. |
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Registered: May 17, 2024 15:43:01 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2017 8:12:26 GMT -8
Seren was laughing as Typhus spun her around, warmly crushed to his muddied chest. They were so damn happy -- at winning the second-best prize, at winning at all, and their happiness was a direct reflection on the cockiness of the others that stood by. Here were two people where ten gold coins truly and deeply mattered. Someone from the crowd shouted that he should kiss her, as he set her back on her booted feet. She smiled up at him, went up onto her tiptoes, and kissed his cheek. |
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Registered: May 17, 2024 15:43:01 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2017 8:19:05 GMT -8
Free of muck due to @totallynotadragon 's magic influence, she was as sassy and lovely as she'd ever been. The small box and vial that was handed to her was placed into the pouch at her hip that never seemed to grow in size. As she questioned drinks, she found an ally in Alliandre Saleia ... and more derisive tone from Raoul Ferdinand . She should have expected it, of course, but it still annoyed her. All of this over a flask? Still, with an ally on her side, she tipped her head so her blonde ponytail swayed and sent a smile toward Raoul, batting her lashes. "Well, Your Highness, since you and your lads seem so poor, I don't think we'll mind buying a round of drinks," she spoke as she drifted forward, a bit of attitude in the sway of her hips. Her gaze drifted toward Kaine Aislinn for a moment, and then barely glanced at the way Typhus and @seren seemed to be celebrating. "Who ever downs the first round the fastest at the Ale Garden has to buy for the rest of us, for the rest of the night, however," she challenged, making another bet on behalf of herself and Alliandre -- as well as Raoul and Kaine--, as the Sparrow wasn't sure if Draga was still interested... and it seemed as if Typhus was completely enamored with the dark-haired girl in his arms. Draga sighed but smiled afterwards. "Actually, I think I'm going to sit this one out. Kinda tired, y'know?" She said as she headed for the exit. "You should come visit me in my home after all of this is said and done." |
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235 
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 4, 2017 8:33:35 GMT -8
He burst out laughing at the challenge, then nodded. “It is a deal, then. No backing out later.” Raoul strode over to the group of women, extending his hand to shake on the bet. His smile may not have been entirely friendly towards The Sparrow, but it looked entirely sincere. Whether in the spirit of the festival, or just the prospect of free drinks, he was at least in a good mood. |
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on May 4, 2017 9:02:29 GMT -8
Draga turned to make for the exit, taking the Sparrow's attention in whole from the others and on her. A gentle frown touched her lips and darkened her silver eyes. "@totallynotadragon," she called to her, but could tell from the way the woman held herself that she was truly not feeling it. What had happened? Was it the mud? The Sparrow, however, was not good at these sorts of confrontations. Being understanding was not her strong suit, as it made her uncomfortable. So instead, she offered Draga a smile, aware that she was making the wrong, but safe (for her), choice. "I'll see you soon," she promised the dragon girl. She turned back toward Raoul Ferdinand when he stepped forward. She could see right through his smile -- and his swagger and charm. It made Sparrow's smile all the more genuine as she stepped closer, too, and reached out to shake his muddy hand with hers. "I wouldn't dream of it," the Sparrow said, and then looked at Alliandre Saleia. "Let's hope Kaine Aislinn has as much luck as you seem to have." She moved on with the others toward the Ale Garden. |
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Kaine Aislinn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: 6'2 Pale, Red hair, braided beard
Clothes and Equipment: Pouches filled with various alchemical substances, a magical rune necklace, bearded wood ax, long bow.
Dressed in traveling clothes meant for the cold.He carries wooden staff, its hilt made of intertwined wood, at almost all times.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Mar 7, 2017 21:32:29 GMT -8
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Post by Kaine Aislinn on May 4, 2017 9:32:42 GMT -8
Kaine followed along with Raoul as him and sparrow seemed to have a slight rivalry between them although he could not tell over what. As sparrow issued the challenge Kaine couldn't help but crack a smile. How crazy could she be challenging a northerner to a drinking contest? He wasn't going to let a chance at free drinks slip by. "I'll have to take you up on that then". He would follow the rest as they set off to the ale gardens for a festival competition of their own.
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Typhus
Dedicated
Protecting his star.
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: Late Teens
Physical Description: About six feet tall with a thin muscular physique, Typhus has been trained to fight since he was young and has his fair share of scars. His oddly white hair and strange golden eyes earn him a lot of looks, as does his oddly long canine teeth. He has an angular face with a strong jaw and straight nose.
Registered: Oct 22, 2016 16:28:04 GMT -8
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Post by Typhus on May 4, 2017 18:43:35 GMT -8
Seren was laughing as Typhus spun her around, warmly crushed to his muddied chest. They were so damn happy -- at winning the second-best prize, at winning at all, and their happiness was a direct reflection on the cockiness of the others that stood by. Here were two people where ten gold coins truly and deeply mattered. Someone from the crowd shouted that he should kiss her, as he set her back on her booted feet. She smiled up at him, went up onto her tiptoes, and kissed his cheek. The cries of kiss her had gotten Typhus's cheeks to turn pink and when she pecked his cheek they turned a vibrant shade of red and his heart begins to beat incredibly fast. He'd utterly failed to hear anything being said by anyone else about plans to go anywhere and instead he just coughs and shuffles his feet and says in a halting voice. "We should go." |
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