Cinder
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: Newforged
Physical Description: Cinder's body is made of mana in a fiery green form. She is the size of a golf ball.
Player's online availability : If you tag me I'll know right away and check in
Registered: Oct 26, 2017 18:18:07 GMT -8
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Post by Cinder on Jan 9, 2018 18:09:16 GMT -8
Now Cinder was reading that the situation had actually become scary from the tones in certain people's voices. She dashes left and right in the air nervously, trying to think up what to say.
"Ooowwaaa! Is Cinder in trouble? I don't know these Particular Individuals. We just met! haa~ahaaooo~wa*~,-+*`*-~ =X" Her understanding of the language ran out at the end there so she just made sounds. What would her father think if she gets in trouble while studying abroad? He'd be so mad!
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Dirk Smithson
Established
Confessing
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 32
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, heavy set, but muscular. Often wears heavy armor and uses a morningstar, but isn't overly attached to any one weapon. His face is often bruised from battle, though he's been able to keep most of his features intact.
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Clothes and Equipment: A heavy suit of armor and no weapons.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Nov 16, 2017 20:23:26 GMT -8
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Post by Dirk Smithson on Jan 9, 2018 21:13:20 GMT -8
Dirk wasn't particularly fond of ghosts or bandits (Specifically those who preyed on him), but on his travels he had to admit: he'd had a lot of fun. More fun than he'd had back in town, surely. Glancing back at Cinder as she panicked, he turned back towards Naoki, gulping hard. Raising a hand that tremored slightly he cleared his throat as she made her demands.
"M-Miss- ah, L-Lady- uh, your majestingness? I'm guessin' we're gon' ta dig our own graves." He looked at the sandwiches as a man held them out for his group. "'S awful nice of ya to give us this here last meal fer it, too. B-but-" he hesitated, glancing back at his friends. "Asger'n the fire bob ain't to blame. Was I who put 'em up to this I am. Was my plan ta do this, so I-" he halts for a strangled moment, clearly scared out of his wits but forces his next words out in a croak. "So me dyin' wish is fer you to let 'em go! I'll dig tha grave, I'll dig three'o 'em even!" as he managed his request he fell to his knees, folding his hands in a pathetic sight. "I'll do whatever ya ask!" he added, grabbing a handful of sandwiches and shoving them into his mouth as if to punctuate the point, even though he felt like throwing them back up.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Jan 11, 2018 6:16:09 GMT -8
"Oh for god's sake. You're not digging your own graves so stop sniveling." She said, a tad disgusted.
The Guards collected the weapons, showing them in packs on their mounts.
"Although I may work you to death. Maybe if you all actually put in a few hard weeks of work you'll stop being a detriment to society."
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Asger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Clothes and Equipment: Full armor
Spear
Shield
Registered: Feb 6, 2017 22:06:38 GMT -8
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Post by Asger on Jan 12, 2018 23:59:55 GMT -8
"Cinder is not in trouble." Asger spoke to the spirit first, "Cinder is doing a good job!"
Resisting hunger for just a little longer Asger grasped for an ounce of luck, "We will work for ten coppers a day. With that we will be fit to rejoin society. I have no desire to be a bandit if I can afford it." It took a bit of courage or perhaps insanity to barter in this situation, but Asger had nothing to lose, except his sandwich.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
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Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
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Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Jan 13, 2018 7:28:37 GMT -8
Spinning on her heel, Lady Naoki brandishes a single finger at Dirk and Asger and fixes the both of them with stern looks.
She makes as if to say something — but pauses, and turns to Liz, an eyebrow raised in question. All she had in mind was an afternoon of shit-shoveling before taking them back to the city for some further punishment, the likes of which she has yet to decide. Perhaps cleaning the sewers. But if Liz would choose to employ these two legitimately, Naoki won’t deny her the opportunity.
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Dirk Smithson
Established
Confessing
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 32
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, heavy set, but muscular. Often wears heavy armor and uses a morningstar, but isn't overly attached to any one weapon. His face is often bruised from battle, though he's been able to keep most of his features intact.
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Clothes and Equipment: A heavy suit of armor and no weapons.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Nov 16, 2017 20:23:26 GMT -8
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Post by Dirk Smithson on Jan 23, 2018 20:12:00 GMT -8
When Elizabeth revealed they indeed weren't going to die, Dirk loudly wiped his nose in his exposed sleeve, his mouth still full of sandwhiches. In fact he was trying to chew them quickly so that he could apologize properly to the women before Asger spoke up. Grabbing his waterskin off his hip he downed to to swallow the food in his mouth before scrambling to his feet.
"Work? Yes I'll work! a'course I'll work, yes suh, very good at workin' I am!" he replied loudly, elbowing Asger for his offer. He didn't deny he'd prefer to get paid, but he doubted either of these women would respond well to it. In fact, just being able to walk away from this at this point was what he wanted more than anything. He could buy new weapons, so long as he was able to keep his armor.
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