Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on May 21, 2017 18:50:54 GMT -8
She moved a little closer from him, her head not even fully out of the water. Her hair was almost like snakes in the water, floating all around her shoulders, and her black eyes stared up at him....
... stared up at him....
as she floated closer and closer...
He could always stay by the fountain if that was what he wanted, or he could actually known on the villa doors and see what might await him inside.
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on May 22, 2017 19:06:22 GMT -8
Krypt stepped back from the fountain, his eyes staring down into the woman's black own, but only until he got far enough away that she would have to exit her watery-hole if she planned to make any aggressive move on him; and that was certainly the feeling he was getting from her. Silent and beautiful, but more likely to drag one under the water and drown them than speak to them.
"Goodbye then," he told the creature, before moving off around the fountain towards the villa doors.
Once he reached them, he closed his hand into a fist and firmly knocked three times. "Hello?" He asked, hoping that the next individual who decided to show themselves might at least not act cryptic or strange.
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on May 22, 2017 19:32:21 GMT -8
The door opened up almost immediately and Ganymede was standing there, her hair a thick tumble of bright purple. And all she was wearing... was a sheer robe that hid literally nothing, accented with yellow at her sleeves and the hem. It was hard to tell if the robe was hideous or not. It was hard to look at anything else, really, save for that lush, basically naked body that was looking Kinzokan right in the face. "That took you long enough," Ganymede purred. Her eyes were a bright green as they looked at Kinzokan, and she draped her frame against her door jamb, her arm up over her head. "Have a nice trip?" she asked him.
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 20:24:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on May 23, 2017 13:42:52 GMT -8
Krypt's eyes fell on the sudden appearance of Ganymede in the doorway, and he made no attempt to hide how he savoured every inch of the vision that was her body or her robe. "If I was younger, if I was still just becoming a man," he began, crossing his arms over the middle of his body and looking up and down the nymph's own, "I would have seen this as an overwhelmingly open invitation and currently be mounting you in sexual prowess right here."
"But now I have self control and enough wisdom to question everything I am seeing here before doing something so rash and possibly stupid," he explained as he leaned over to try and look into the villa behind her shoulder. "Who are you? What is this place? Why do you answer the door not only expecting me, but dressed as though you want me to breed you like a prize bull?"
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on May 23, 2017 14:45:05 GMT -8
Her head tipped to the side as she studied him. "What an interesting turn of events," Ganymede mused, obviously enjoying herself as she stood there, almost as naked as the day she was born save for her gaudy 'clothing', if one could even call it that. "You walk down my lane, speak to my people, explore my grounds, knock on my door, and then demand to know who I am?"
She looked away as if thinking about answering his questions. "Hm!" She said with a little shrug of her shoulder, then turned and walked away from him -- and damn, what a sight that was, the sheer, sheer, sheer white of her robe hiding nothing of the thickness of her thighs, the round peach of her bottom, the shallow dimples at the small of her back, the grace of her spine before her purple hair cascaded over.
She left the door open. An invitation for him to come inside. "My name is Ganymede," she told him, lifting her voice so he could hear her as she walked out into a grand living room where sofas and lounges and chairs were scattered fashionably, obviously Dareian [Greek] in style. "I am the Minister of the Arts in Isra. Who are you?"
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 20:24:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on May 23, 2017 15:43:48 GMT -8
Watching her turn and lead the way into a great room, Krypt could only act with a hesitation that slowly began to disappear the more she spoke and moved. He followed her inside and began in his earnest to try and examine the room he was in, but he found his eyes repeatedly prying to fall back on the nymph until he gave up his other endeavour and settled on watching her in wanton perverseness.
"My name is Krypt," he replied to her. "I am no-one interesting or important, though present circumstances are forcing a certain want on me that might make me someone rather interesting to you."
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on May 23, 2017 16:14:44 GMT -8
She walked past the living room and down a hallway, mosaic painted tiles in the wall. "And what is that?" she asked him, not looking back at him but her tone still indicated interest. She was by no means cold or aloof, but he might have gotten the sense that his presence at the villa had interrupted something that she had been doing.
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 20:24:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on May 24, 2017 13:44:48 GMT -8
He laughed as he followed her, then shook his head at her question. "On second thought, I mustn't say or do anything to lead myself down that path. I have a complicated history with mysterious, beautiful and quite possibly powerful women. Such a thing would end in pain and hearts shattering like ice," he explained, as he slowly became curious where she was leading him.
"I apologise for my unexpected visit. It was not intended, yet here we are," said Krypt, examining the tiles and fittings of the hallway.
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on May 25, 2017 21:50:23 GMT -8
She was leading Kinzokan deeper into her home -- her... empty home. There weren't any servants in sight. Yet, the place did not feel like a tomb. It felt lived in. It felt easy within these walls, whereas outside of them had almost felt... hostile. She laughed at the way he spoke, choosing that she was amused by it and not insulted.
"Complicated history? Do tell~" she urged him, finally opening a set of double doors that let into her sprawling room, and then turned and walked out the double doors to the back garden that had the long, shimmering pool. She slipped out of her robe with ease and let it drop where she wanted it to, walking naked and unashamed to the pool and testing the waters with a dip of her foot.
"Don't tell me that she's responsible for the manly scars scattered all over you," Ganymede teased Kinzokan by looking over her shoulder at him, winking before she turned, and dove into the pool in a single, graceful leap.
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 20:24:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on May 26, 2017 17:30:27 GMT -8
Krypt found it rather strange that her Villa, besides the two of them, felt utterly silent and yet not lacking of life. Perhaps, just like on the road leading to it, there were hidden eyes watching him from every shadow, every painting? He felt a little uncomfortable at the thought, but his mind soon turned to Ganymede and her diving into the pool. Not many were wealthy or fortunate enough to have such a pleasure in their home, though Krypt had to wonder the necessity of all that beauty and artistry. He was someone used to simple, rough and wild things - he had to wonder why she didn't just find a river or a lake, rather than going to such expense to fill her home.
"I am responsible for my scars," he eventually told her, standing away from the pool's edge. "My people are hardy warriors, unmatched by any others I've seen in these lands. We may lack for organisation and expensive armour, but in terms of raw strength and ability, each one of us might as well be a hundred of your own. These scars prove me to be a thousand."
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on May 30, 2017 19:51:33 GMT -8
The nymph swam beneath the water, coming up again with a gasp of breath. Her hands moved over her hair, smoothing it back from her face. She was treading water, the pool deep, but not deep enough to be as unending as the fountain in her front garden. He'd be able to see her clearly -- or as clearly as one could in shimmering water.
She smiled at him, water lapping at the top of her breasts, droplets like diamonds on her long lashes. "Yet, for all your scars, you seem so afraid of little me," she mocked Kinzokan lightly. She swam a little closer, closer until she could take her arms out of the water and fold them on the edge of the pool, resting her chin on one arm as she looked up at him.
"Perhaps this mystery woman of yours left the most brutal scars where they can't be seen~"
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 20:24:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Jun 1, 2017 4:15:43 GMT -8
As he eyed Ganymede through her the water in her pool he found himself pausing in response to her mocking, if not potent attempt at evaluating his character. He seemed well aware that every part of her may have been there to tease him, from the nakedness of her body on display to the cutting edge of her words, yet still he felt a little of their burn. He paused for a moment, not sure what to say in reply while he raised his hand and turned it over so he could see his palm.
"Hm.."
After a moment of consideration, Krypt unbuckled his belt and dropped his weapons to the floor; his shoes next, then his pants and torn shirt and any other miscellaneous strap or item of coverage that when torn away would reveal more and more of the unimaginably heroic musculature of his body. He was as unashamed as Ganymede was, letting her eyes fall upon every part of his body without shyness or discomfort; a body that was no less built than any of the male statues she might have, and a body that seemed rather interested in her.
He lowered himself by the edge of the pool, gripped the edge with his palms and then slid down into the water so close to her that they could touch without trying. When submerged, he turned and moved as though he was going to pin Ganymede up against the edge, but did not touch her aside from moving his mouth to her ear.
"My experiences tell me that the most beautiful creatures are the most dangerous. I enter this pool with you in full knowledge that you may be as the Venus Flytrap, with the singular goal of doing to me what what so many creatures lure men to do; but I won't let myself be afraid. I refuse to be led by fear or past regrets, so I will let you choose whether you open your jaws or your legs to devour me. I will react accordingly."
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on Jun 1, 2017 6:41:03 GMT -8
"Mm~" she almost meowed at him, openly enjoying his strip-tease... although it wasn't much of a tease. He was taking off his clothing as if it was business as usual, but Ganymede -- ever the merry-maker -- continued to tread water by the side of the pool and cat-called at him, laughter threading on her accented voice. She even tossed a little water at him as he came into the pool, and that teasing smile was still on her face as he moved closer to her, closer still...
Oh, she could feel the heat flowing in her veins, and Ganymede was never one to deny herself. Kinzokan Krypt was trying his hardest to be both intimidating and sexually appealing, and the nymph was not going to be so rude as to make him feel ignored. He was speaking about her, though. Insulting her, she guessed. Calling her a Venus Flytrap, insinuating that she might attack him.
Devour him.
The water splashed lightly as she lifted her arms, her long dark hair swirling around them both in the warm water, and she splayed her palms over his darkened skin, up to link behind his neck as she rose a little in the water, her breasts pillowing against his chest as she held onto him and wrapped her long, long legs around his powerful hips, intimating a dance as old as time.
"Why not both?" she murmured to him as the sun sparkled off the water, birds sung, and the nymph in her pool kissed the warrior who could not deny her touch.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Aug 12, 2017 19:21:49 GMT -8
This was by far the oddest request Alden had ever received from Madame, now Empress Naoki. Go to The Galaii Villa home of Chancellor Galaii and find out just what she was planning. Evidently, she was keeping her future plans under wraps which irked Naoki. Alden didn't get it, she was probably just planning another fair, that was her job as far as he knew? Actually, he'd enjoy another fair. His kids had loved it and if they were happy so was he. Anyway, as it stands he approaches the villa by foot, he didn't trust horses, walking the forest path cutting through the cypress trees. He supposed he should try and be stealthy and break in but he figures the direct approach would be his best bet starting out. Finally coming out of the woods he sees the impressive villa. Huh, apparently the position of chancellor of parties paid well. That or it was an ancestral home. He hadn't done his usual recon work since he wasn't here to kill anyone. Approaching the house he looks around for any signs of life or a front door, whichever came first.
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on Aug 13, 2017 9:07:37 GMT -8
It was a good thing that he did not sneak upon the grounds. It wouldn't have been very becoming of him, AND who knows if he would have survived?
He knocked on the large double doors of her estate, and they echoed within. No one came immediately to the door, however. The sun was shining and birds were singing on the trees and just off center from the front door was a large, round fountain with only a single statue at it's center, slowly pouring water into the depths.
The water, otherwise was very still and very dark, as if the fountain was much deeper than the foot and a half from the ground that it appeared to be. Large Lily pads covered it's surface, blossoming flowers scattered on top of them.
And one was bowed ever so gently, a face in the water with wide, dark eyes -- much like a doe -- STARING at Lord Alden.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Aug 13, 2017 10:46:28 GMT -8
Alden's fist connects with the solid wooden door once, twice, thrice. Then he stands still, eerily still almost as still as the statue in the center of the fountain. It appears that the former assassin has no trouble waiting as at no point those he shift or move until he feels eyes fall upon him.
Turning slowly with almost unnatural fluidity those deep green eyes fall upon those in the water. His expression is actually rather friendly a slight quirk is on his lips that reaches the corners of his eyes making them crinkle slightly, his eyes sparkling with good humor. While the High Marshal had a reputation for being rather intense and serious that was usually for people meeting him at work, in a professional setting. This may have been a job for him but he didn't really consider it one since all he was there to do was ask a question.
"Hello." He says his voice is a low tenor and he doesn't seem too surprised to see someone staring at him from the water. He had cat eared children and the eyes that met those dark doe eyes had, if one looked closely, runes inscribed on them. Alden was used to odd. "I am High Marshal Alden Marshal." He introduces himself with an incline of the head. "Here to see Chancellor Ganymede Galaii, could you let her know I'm here?"
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on Aug 19, 2017 10:29:12 GMT -8
"I wouldn't, if i were you," came Ganymede's voice from over his shoulder. She was lounging in the open doorway of her villa, her pastel hair drawn away from her face with golden leaves and flowers, most likely clips that held it so. She wore a sheer linen gown that was draped in the Piraen style, and was absolutely not decent for the public.
She wore a smile on her face that also wasn't decent for the public, and her eyes were ask black as a shark's as she perused Alden's body. Behind him, the nymph in the water was drifting closer, and there was a sense about the creature that it craved Alden, but not for any pleasurable reasons. At least, not pleasurable for Alden.
"The High Marshal takes time out of his busy day to visit me," Ganymede said, crooking a finger at him to get him away from the fountain and closer to her. "I wonder why?" She stepped away from the door and left it open, moving back into her palatial villa and walking deeper into it.
An invitation to follow.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Aug 19, 2017 10:48:52 GMT -8
Alden wonders if the Minister was talking to him or to the nymph in the water. His gaze traveling from the creature in the fountain to the woman in the doorway. He'd only seen her from a distance but that hair was unmistakable. His gaze flicks over her briefly before returning to the nymph who was giving him a predatory look.
The High Marshal was dressed in his normal style, a simple white long sleeved linen tunic, brown leather breeches, sturdy enchanted boots, a black scarf around his neck pinned with a gold badge, and of course his ridiculous Stetson on his head. He didn't appear to be visibly armed yet he moves his hand in an odd way and a long iron dagger appears, vanishing just as quickly. It wasn't a threat to the nymph, just a message: "Not prey."
The nymph could heed or not he didn't care.
His attention lands on Ganymede and he moves towards her as her crooked finger suggests. Since she'd decided to walk into the villa instead of talking out in the open he saves his words for now. He wasn't about to start shouting at the back of her head. So for the moment, he keeps his silence as he follows her.
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on Aug 19, 2017 11:14:09 GMT -8
As he walked into her palatial home, he'd clearly see the Piraean influence.... but perhaps more accurately, he'd see the pleasurable, naked bodies draped over sofas and chairs, of humanoid nymphs -- some appearing human, some appearing to be more so. They were ALL women, however, with not a single male body in sight.
As Ganymede passed among them, they reached out to her, touching her feet and her legs as she passed, tugging on her gown for a moment before she moved on. They turned their attention onto Alden as well, and seeing that he WAS male, they seemed to wake more. They did reach for him, sliding their soft palms over him, stretching their nubile, lush bodies, sleepy expressions turning into sultry glances.
Ganymede led him toward a wide kitchen and began to move around it, setting out ingredients to make breakfast. She held up a fruit and turned to look at him. "Hungry?" she asked, brows raised. Sunlight was streaming through the house over the sleeping beauties.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Aug 19, 2017 11:23:17 GMT -8
Alden wasn't often surprised, walking into the minister's house and finding an all female orgy though, that surprised him. His eyes open wide for a moment as he takes it all in and then he shrugs. This was probably close to what Empress Naoki's Chateau looks like, he thinks to himself which gets him to chuckle slightly.
The sudden interest they take in him does make him a tad uncomfortable, he didn't really like being touched without permission. Still, thankfully for all, he wasn't as violent as he'd once been. So instead of assuming they were trying to attack him and taking the appropriate steps, he just moves carefully across the floor following Ganymede into the kitchen.
The offer of food is met with a nod. "I could eat. Are you offering?" Looking about the kitchen he looks for a place to sit, hopefully one not currently occupied by a naked nymph.
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