Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
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.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
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 Feb 9, 2020 20:21:18 GMT -8
Naoki stands near the window, cupping a mug of chocolate. It’s still snowing, and the accumulation in her little courtyard is truly piling up. The snowbank comes halfway up the window, and the doors to the courtyard are covered completely. So much for her flowers.
Sighing, Naoki sips from her mug. Snow is beautiful in its own way, but not particularly cheerful.
Having just come back from Empress-variety-errands, Naoki is now taking some time to herself before she intends to write for the remainder of the evening. There are several letters she needs to respond to, and she’d like to issue an edict about the price of firewood later this week.
But before then, as she now remembers, there is the small matter of her sister. Seemingly a bum, arrested a few days ago on assault charges, that someone thought it might be best to inform The Empress that this prisoner has an anklet with her name on it.
The matter of her origin and family is one that Naoki has been avoiding essentially since she arrived in Isra, and the fact that Andrea has stumbled in the manner she has is troublesome in that regard. It would be easier and probably safer just to divest her of the anklet and send her on her way without so much as a glance from The Empress, but curiosity bade Naoki to see for herself.
That was a few hours ago. And upon seeing her there in the cell, in such a sorry state, it was a combination of pity, loneliness, and common decency that compelled Naoki to recognize and tend to her. Now, or rather, in a few minutes, she is to meet with Andrea, and speak with her for the first time. Some words were exchanged in the prison, but this will be their first discussion, as kin.
Standing there by the window, Naoki puts one hand to her stomach as she gradually becomes aware of a strange feeling. Is it poison? She sniffs her drink. Is it pregnancy? It damn well shouldn’t be — not yet. It takes Naoki a bit of thinking to identify the feeling: trepidation.
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Andrea Lanne
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Physical Description: ======================================================
Andrea is a tall, athletic woman, standing at 180cm (6 foot). Her skin is a light olive colour, interrupted by light brown freckles that cross from one cheek to the other over her nose, and across her shoulders and chest like groups of stars on a clear sky.
She has a traditionally pretty face, with high, but soft cheek bones, emerald green eyes that shine like a field in the morning dew, full lips that are usually pulled into a mischievous grin, that often shows off two elongated canine teeth, and a pair of very faint stripes across both cheeks, usually dismissed as an odd birthmark or an abnormality in her skin pigment. Atop her head are a pair of cat-like ears instead of those of a humanoid, that poke through her dark, wavy hair that falls just past her jaw line.
Her body is thin and toned, athletic in nature, owing to her active lifestyle, and most of all, attractive. Her body seems accustomed to flexibility, allowing her to perform complex movements with grace, and durable enough for long nights of drinking, dancing, and entertainment. Her toned arms allow her to hang from ledges, perform gymnastics, and other daring stunts, while her long legs seem built for dancing and running all through the night. Her chest remains on the slightly smaller side, but that doesn’t stop her from showing them off when she’s having a good time.
Along her right leg, however, is evidence of burn scars that run from her ankle up to her thigh. Though slightly faded with time and basic treatment, both medicinal and magical, they are still very present to the naked eye.
Finally, she has a tail to match the ears sprouting from the top of her head, black furred and connected at her lower back, just before her toned rump. It's usually as unkempt as her wavy hair, but as dextrous as her skilled hands. Asking her to lift it, however, is one of the primary causes of black eyes all across the country side.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Currently, after a string of bad luck, bad decisions, and bad people, Andrea has been left with every little, other than the tattered clothes on her back and the golden, branded anklet, or more accurately ornate shackle, around her left ankle, covered in old chips and scratches from several attempts to remove it, but freshly polished to a shine. There’s a word inscribed on it, one very few people would recognise.
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Registered: Jan 3, 2020 21:47:43 GMT -8
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Post by Andrea Lanne on Feb 9, 2020 21:37:37 GMT -8
Right on schedule, and not by her own choice but instead by the hurried nature of the escort sent for her, Andrea arrives at Naoki’s chamber and is let inside. She seems far more presentable now than she ever had before, wearing a simple but exceptionally comfy outfit provided for her by an odd-seeming entourage of Naoki’s own people. How the hell did someone like her end up with so much? On the other hand, she’s the only one she’d met who is much like her, so who knows what had happened to the others, or what they had become. At this point? Probably dead. Strangely enough, Andrea considered herself one of the lucky ones.
Still, she enters the chamber wearing a white, button up blouse with only a handful done from her waist up, leaving the top relatively open, and a pair of blue breeches, held up by a rather nice, but basic, looking belt. Andrea didn’t much care for it, but the entourage had been rather insistent and she didn’t really have much time to explore all her options. She’d have to get the name of the tailor though, she could get used to being caressed by such fabrics instead of the cheap stuff she had been able to afford. Although now she’d be lucky to afford a potato sack.
The best part of her outfit, Andrea figured, is the thick socks and boots she had picked out. They were the first things she went for, before even picking out underwear, and in retrospect she figures she must have looked rather silly standing bare-arsed in only a pair of socks and boots, but damn it were they comfortable and warm. When you’ve spend months trudging through the snow with one holey shoe and the other foot being bare, you grow to appreciate such things.
For the first time in however long she’s clean. Not a smudge or a spec of dust on her body, and the rosy glow had come back to her cheeks. Even her numerous freckles seem to have grown darker along with her olive skin, and her hair is freshly cut and brushed, no longer twisted, knotted, or matted in strange, gross ways. Her hair only went down to her chin, but it waved beautifully, a true testament to the royal barbers. Or the guy they had hired off the street to deal with that mess, but whoever it was they did a hell of a job.
Her green eyes have regained their colour too and look far less foggy, and her toothy grin is filled with the joy of life once more. She felt awesome, she is clean, and she has new clothes, all for the first time in months. She wouldn’t admit it, but the first time she had been alone to change, she actually let herself cry tears of joy for a moment or two. That time had since passed.
“You’ve done well for yourself, Empress,” she says as the door behind her closes. “Look, I uh… I’m not good at this stuff, so I’ll keep it short.” Her grin falters a little as she clears her throat, though only out of awkwardness instead of the flu she had been suffering from. “Thanks. Getting me out of that hole, clean clothes, clean… me, I guess. Would have taken a long while to get this far if I didn’t end up dead first, which was kind of a probability.” She reaches up and scratches the back of her head. She wanted so much to ask if Naoki had anyone who could get the anklet off, but she couldn’t ask for anything more. She’d find another way, for sure.
“I guess people normally say that they’re in your debt after that,” she muses for a brief moment, then shrugs her slender shoulders. “So there’s that.” She looks around the room and all the ornate fixtures and decorations, and lets out a low whistle. “But what the hell does a girl like me give a woman who clearly has everything?”
While she was stuck with nothing.
She’s not bitter about it.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
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.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
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 Feb 9, 2020 23:36:09 GMT -8
“Like hell you’ll keep it short. Sit down; we’re going to chat.” Naoki gestures to the table. “I’ll be right back.”
Approximately one minute passes.
Then Naoki returns with two filled mugs and coasters held under her armpit. She hands one to Andrea, (“It’s hot,”) sets the coasters on the table, and takes the other seat. Cradling her mug, she blows on it several times before taking a sip.
“First of all, you can use my name. Or... the name I’ve assumed, I suppose...” Trailing off, Naoki looks away. That's not something she'd like to discuss.
“And don’t worry about any sort of debt,” she adds, waving such a silly idea away. “You would do the same if you were on the coins.”
For a long moment after that, Naoki is silent, looking across the table at her newfound kin and considering how she'd like to continue.
“I’ve been telling everyone that I had no family," she says, "Because I didn’t think that I did. And I’ve brushed off all the questions about where I’m from. I don’t need to tell them, and they don’t need to know.”
Naoki shares a look with Andrea. They know.
“But, here you are, and there are no two ways about it. … I suppose I should clarify: you’re not a prisoner. You can leave if you want, I’m not holding you here. But it wouldn’t sit right with me just to turn you back out into the street, because you have… essentially nothing, do you not?”
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Andrea Lanne
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Physical Description: ======================================================
Andrea is a tall, athletic woman, standing at 180cm (6 foot). Her skin is a light olive colour, interrupted by light brown freckles that cross from one cheek to the other over her nose, and across her shoulders and chest like groups of stars on a clear sky.
She has a traditionally pretty face, with high, but soft cheek bones, emerald green eyes that shine like a field in the morning dew, full lips that are usually pulled into a mischievous grin, that often shows off two elongated canine teeth, and a pair of very faint stripes across both cheeks, usually dismissed as an odd birthmark or an abnormality in her skin pigment. Atop her head are a pair of cat-like ears instead of those of a humanoid, that poke through her dark, wavy hair that falls just past her jaw line.
Her body is thin and toned, athletic in nature, owing to her active lifestyle, and most of all, attractive. Her body seems accustomed to flexibility, allowing her to perform complex movements with grace, and durable enough for long nights of drinking, dancing, and entertainment. Her toned arms allow her to hang from ledges, perform gymnastics, and other daring stunts, while her long legs seem built for dancing and running all through the night. Her chest remains on the slightly smaller side, but that doesn’t stop her from showing them off when she’s having a good time.
Along her right leg, however, is evidence of burn scars that run from her ankle up to her thigh. Though slightly faded with time and basic treatment, both medicinal and magical, they are still very present to the naked eye.
Finally, she has a tail to match the ears sprouting from the top of her head, black furred and connected at her lower back, just before her toned rump. It's usually as unkempt as her wavy hair, but as dextrous as her skilled hands. Asking her to lift it, however, is one of the primary causes of black eyes all across the country side.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Currently, after a string of bad luck, bad decisions, and bad people, Andrea has been left with every little, other than the tattered clothes on her back and the golden, branded anklet, or more accurately ornate shackle, around her left ankle, covered in old chips and scratches from several attempts to remove it, but freshly polished to a shine. There’s a word inscribed on it, one very few people would recognise.
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Registered: Jan 3, 2020 21:47:43 GMT -8
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Post by Andrea Lanne on Feb 10, 2020 0:10:18 GMT -8
Andrea purses her lips a little as Naoki demands for her to take a seat. Anyone else and she’d consider slapping them across the chops, but considering Naoki saved her life, it wouldn’t be proper. Then there’s the fact that she’d be slapping the most powerful person in the area… but she’d have something to brag about if she doesn’t get her teeth kicked in. Saving that one for later.
She takes a seat and settles into it. Even wooden chairs were comfortable here… is this heaven or something? Was she good after all? Nah, this is money. She shifts in the seat, getting a nice groove going for her boney butt and settles back, waiting. Her mind drifts in that minute as she takes her room in, wondering what she’d do with all that space. Her wonderings turn up empty.
When her supposed sister returns, Andrea wraps her hands around it and lets out a soft, pleased murmur at the warm sensation around her slender fingers. This is living, hot tea! When Naoki speaks, she shakes her head with narrowed eyes. “I’m not calling you… that,” she practically hisses. “I don’t know why you’d assume that name… Sis.” There, that would do. Sis. At least, it would have to do. They both knew why she couldn’t call her by her proper name.
She settles back into her chair with a sigh, then sips her drink. “If I had coin, I wouldn’t have been in this situation in the first place,” she says with a heavy sigh. “And I dunno if I would. Its a bit hypothetical, I ain’t never had much, not enough to be as generous as you. I try, but I gotta survive too, and if that means I can’t help someone then...” She merely shrugs at that.
The woman stares at her drink for that long moment, wondering what the hell to do next, but ultimately it isn’t up to her. Naoki is the dealer, and Andrea is still waiting on the cards to be dealt. Its an odd feeling not having any control over what might happen to you.
Her ears perk up when she speaks, then tweak to the sides slightly. “Family…” she says in reply. “Am I family?” She considers it for a moment before speaking again. “I guess I’ve done the same. Nobody needs to know where we’re from, and really neither do we. I spent a good long time forgetting all that shit, its not who I am anymore, and hasn’t been for gods know how long.” It seems they’re in agreement. “But family?” There it is again. “I’ve never… had family. Are we? Man, I dunno.”
Its a little overwhelming to meet someone you thought was dead, or just hadn’t thought about for years. With Naoki’s other suggestion, she looks around the room. “Where would I go if I did want to leave?” she asks. “The streets are my only option. I've nothing to my name but the ratty clothes that stuck to my back and they were probably burned. I don’t even own these threads,” she says, tugging on the blouse. “Nothing but the gold on my nips and the ball and chain around my ankle. I’ve got nothing, nobody, and nowhere. You ever hit rock bottom?” she asks. “I did. With my face. Hard.”
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
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.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
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 Feb 10, 2020 14:07:03 GMT -8
“Not quite...” Naoki admits, although at one point she was close.
“But we don’t need to dwell on that. You and I are related in some sense of the word, and if that’s enough for you, it’s enough for me. … I invite you to be recognized as such and stay here as part of the Imperial Household.”
She pantomimes the headline: “‘long lost sister of The Empress, recently found, welcomed with open arms.’”
She sips her drink. “It will be a bit of whiplash for you, but goodness knows you’re due for a change of fortune. You could live here in one of the rooms across the hall, up at my Chalet in the mountains, somewhere else of your choosing, or all of the above.” She shrugs. “It’s all the same to me, as I’ve built all these large homes with spare rooms, but there’s no one to fill them.” Naoki does not outwardly say “it’s lonely,” but it wouldn’t take a genius to infer.
A certain dignification has been baked into her person, but she’s putting on no airs of authority and seems comparatively small in contrast to her visit to the prison as a result.
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Andrea Lanne
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Physical Description: ======================================================
Andrea is a tall, athletic woman, standing at 180cm (6 foot). Her skin is a light olive colour, interrupted by light brown freckles that cross from one cheek to the other over her nose, and across her shoulders and chest like groups of stars on a clear sky.
She has a traditionally pretty face, with high, but soft cheek bones, emerald green eyes that shine like a field in the morning dew, full lips that are usually pulled into a mischievous grin, that often shows off two elongated canine teeth, and a pair of very faint stripes across both cheeks, usually dismissed as an odd birthmark or an abnormality in her skin pigment. Atop her head are a pair of cat-like ears instead of those of a humanoid, that poke through her dark, wavy hair that falls just past her jaw line.
Her body is thin and toned, athletic in nature, owing to her active lifestyle, and most of all, attractive. Her body seems accustomed to flexibility, allowing her to perform complex movements with grace, and durable enough for long nights of drinking, dancing, and entertainment. Her toned arms allow her to hang from ledges, perform gymnastics, and other daring stunts, while her long legs seem built for dancing and running all through the night. Her chest remains on the slightly smaller side, but that doesn’t stop her from showing them off when she’s having a good time.
Along her right leg, however, is evidence of burn scars that run from her ankle up to her thigh. Though slightly faded with time and basic treatment, both medicinal and magical, they are still very present to the naked eye.
Finally, she has a tail to match the ears sprouting from the top of her head, black furred and connected at her lower back, just before her toned rump. It's usually as unkempt as her wavy hair, but as dextrous as her skilled hands. Asking her to lift it, however, is one of the primary causes of black eyes all across the country side.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Currently, after a string of bad luck, bad decisions, and bad people, Andrea has been left with every little, other than the tattered clothes on her back and the golden, branded anklet, or more accurately ornate shackle, around her left ankle, covered in old chips and scratches from several attempts to remove it, but freshly polished to a shine. There’s a word inscribed on it, one very few people would recognise.
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Registered: Jan 3, 2020 21:47:43 GMT -8
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Post by Andrea Lanne on Feb 10, 2020 15:11:46 GMT -8
Andrea stays silent for a few moments, idly scratching at the design of the mug in front of her. "Never had family…" she repeats, still feeling a little overwhelmed, but she huffs with an amused smirk at the sound of a headline. "I do like the sound of that, but I'm not giving any interviews. If I do, I'm going to lie my ass off with stories of heroism and the bizarre. It's better than 'I was found in the gutter after gambling everything I had away on a drunken binge.'"
"And to stay here?" She asks, looking around the room again. "In a damned palace? Me?" Her emerald green eyes land back on Naoki's, but there's something else there, being held back behind them. "I, uh…" she looks away and back to her mug, trying to process it again. A thousand thoughts zip through her head, and even more feelings well up inside her. "Never lived… anywhere bigger than this room," she muses quietly for a moment. Most of the places she had lived were run down or absolutely tiny, being the only places she could afford. She's woken up in larger houses, yes, even the rich as she targeted them for a free drink or two just as much as anyone else, and it sometimes ended just the same way. Living in the lap of luxury without exchanging anything for it? Is this what family is, generosity and kindness?
She looks up again, a pair of tears trailing down her cheeks as the feelings inside grow a little too much. This isn't the rambunctious, extravagant, extroverted Andrea she had been all her life, but instead a vulnerable woman who has just been given the world when she couldn't even afford a piece of bread, and it showed. "Thank you," she finally says in little more than a whisper. She clears her throat and sniffles a little, looking anywhere but Naoki for several moments as she tries to compose herself. "Family… a home. Man, I must look pathetic." She lifts an arm to rub her eyes and sucks in a deep breath.
"I'm not going to stay here for free," she finally managed to say without blubbering. She sniffles once more and pulls herself together. "I've got skills, I can be put to work. I've made my coin in entertaining. Singing, dancing, give me an instrument and I'll play it." She lifts the spoon from beside her mug and shows it to Naoki, then covers it in both hands. She makes a little show of rubbing her hands together, then opens them to show it's gone. "Magic… well, sleight of hand. I guess I'm a whizz with knives, thrown plenty at volunteers. Anything to make people happy." She reaches up and rubs her eyes free of tears once again. "I guess the other thing… I'm okay with that too." They both know what she means by that, no doubt. "I want to earn my home here if I'm going to take full advantage of it."
She sniffles again and sighs, her hand shaking as she picks up the mug for another sip of tea, then puts it down again. "I have a family… and a home." She looks up again with a small smile, her teeth shining brightly thanks to the cleansing magics. "And a sister."
The question is, what happened to the spoon? Well, if Naoki were to look at her mug, she'd find two spoons sitting on the plate under it. She's good.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
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.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
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 Feb 10, 2020 21:52:27 GMT -8
Throughout it all, Naoki does nothing but sit quietly with a smile a mile wide. This is more wholesome than she could have possibly hoped for, and makes her glad that she didn’t have the prisoner quietly disposed of. At one point, Naoki wipes something off her face, probably a bit of dust.
But when Andrea goes on about her ‘skills,’ Naoki can’t help but smirk. None of those are at all useful or sufficient to make a living, and that probably has a lot to do with why Andrea was in such a sorry state to begin with, but that doesn’t matter now.
“We’ll find something for you to do,” she assures Andrea, waving that concern away for later.
“In the meantime, I did say ‘open arms.’ … Do you want to hug?” She stands.
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Andrea Lanne
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Physical Description: ======================================================
Andrea is a tall, athletic woman, standing at 180cm (6 foot). Her skin is a light olive colour, interrupted by light brown freckles that cross from one cheek to the other over her nose, and across her shoulders and chest like groups of stars on a clear sky.
She has a traditionally pretty face, with high, but soft cheek bones, emerald green eyes that shine like a field in the morning dew, full lips that are usually pulled into a mischievous grin, that often shows off two elongated canine teeth, and a pair of very faint stripes across both cheeks, usually dismissed as an odd birthmark or an abnormality in her skin pigment. Atop her head are a pair of cat-like ears instead of those of a humanoid, that poke through her dark, wavy hair that falls just past her jaw line.
Her body is thin and toned, athletic in nature, owing to her active lifestyle, and most of all, attractive. Her body seems accustomed to flexibility, allowing her to perform complex movements with grace, and durable enough for long nights of drinking, dancing, and entertainment. Her toned arms allow her to hang from ledges, perform gymnastics, and other daring stunts, while her long legs seem built for dancing and running all through the night. Her chest remains on the slightly smaller side, but that doesn’t stop her from showing them off when she’s having a good time.
Along her right leg, however, is evidence of burn scars that run from her ankle up to her thigh. Though slightly faded with time and basic treatment, both medicinal and magical, they are still very present to the naked eye.
Finally, she has a tail to match the ears sprouting from the top of her head, black furred and connected at her lower back, just before her toned rump. It's usually as unkempt as her wavy hair, but as dextrous as her skilled hands. Asking her to lift it, however, is one of the primary causes of black eyes all across the country side.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Currently, after a string of bad luck, bad decisions, and bad people, Andrea has been left with every little, other than the tattered clothes on her back and the golden, branded anklet, or more accurately ornate shackle, around her left ankle, covered in old chips and scratches from several attempts to remove it, but freshly polished to a shine. There’s a word inscribed on it, one very few people would recognise.
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Registered: Jan 3, 2020 21:47:43 GMT -8
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Post by Andrea Lanne on Feb 10, 2020 22:02:26 GMT -8
Andrea's skills in entertainment have indeed earned her coin when she needed it, but it was her general life choices and mismanagement that made her lose it, and all lessons she's learnt over time. It's a pity the last lesson took what little she had left. This time will be different! The woman still nods with a small sniffle, just glad that she won't be taking advantage of Naoki's generosity. If she can work for her keep, she will, even if it is just as a court jester or something, she'd take it.
At that last question, however, her ears perk up just a tiny amount. A hug? A silly question it seems, as Andrea steps up onto her feet and wraps her slender arms around Naoki, holding her tight. She stands a little taller than her sister, yet so much smaller, and Naoki may find her to be perhaps too small. By what little there is of Andrea at this point, it's evident she hasn't had a decent meal in quite some time. Yes, she's generally athletic, but not necessarily skinny, or at least she shouldn't be.
The hug is lovely, however. Warm, caring, and above all thankful. Andrea's ears stand on end and her tail flicks behind her with sheer joy. The only sounds she make are a handful of sniffles as she tries to hold back her tears, but she's just not quite able to. Hopefully it doesn't ruin Naoki's outfit, but… she could just buy another one. Does this mean Andrea can buy stuff now? No, surely not.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
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.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
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 Feb 12, 2020 19:11:40 GMT -8
Being as she is, built in such a manner, warm and plush in that way that she is, and wearing a sweaterdress of the soft rather than the scratchy variety, Naoki is well suited for hugging and does so with the sort of passion and sincerity that can only be born from need.
The height difference lends itself well to Naoki planting her face into Andrea’s shoulder, an opportunity she takes advantage of. Further inspection of the blouse after the fact would find it somewhat damp but Naoki, either through an ingrained sense of decorum, unhealthy suppression of emotions or out of a desire for them both to not break down entirely into a sobbing heap on the floor, holds back from crying outright.
And for a few beautiful shining moments, as the snow started to fall again outside and as the tea grew cold on the table, nothing else mattered. Not her dress, not Andrea’s skinniness, not thoughts of the logistics surrounding her new sister. Not the letters that need to be written, not the suitors, not the impending succession crisis, or even her entire Empire and all those that reside within. Nothing else, except for hug.
“That’s it, by the way,” Naoki mumbles into Andrea’s shoulder. “You’ve figured it out.”
“What can you give the woman who has everything?”
She squeezes a bit tighter. “...Hugs.”
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Andrea Lanne
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Physical Description: ======================================================
Andrea is a tall, athletic woman, standing at 180cm (6 foot). Her skin is a light olive colour, interrupted by light brown freckles that cross from one cheek to the other over her nose, and across her shoulders and chest like groups of stars on a clear sky.
She has a traditionally pretty face, with high, but soft cheek bones, emerald green eyes that shine like a field in the morning dew, full lips that are usually pulled into a mischievous grin, that often shows off two elongated canine teeth, and a pair of very faint stripes across both cheeks, usually dismissed as an odd birthmark or an abnormality in her skin pigment. Atop her head are a pair of cat-like ears instead of those of a humanoid, that poke through her dark, wavy hair that falls just past her jaw line.
Her body is thin and toned, athletic in nature, owing to her active lifestyle, and most of all, attractive. Her body seems accustomed to flexibility, allowing her to perform complex movements with grace, and durable enough for long nights of drinking, dancing, and entertainment. Her toned arms allow her to hang from ledges, perform gymnastics, and other daring stunts, while her long legs seem built for dancing and running all through the night. Her chest remains on the slightly smaller side, but that doesn’t stop her from showing them off when she’s having a good time.
Along her right leg, however, is evidence of burn scars that run from her ankle up to her thigh. Though slightly faded with time and basic treatment, both medicinal and magical, they are still very present to the naked eye.
Finally, she has a tail to match the ears sprouting from the top of her head, black furred and connected at her lower back, just before her toned rump. It's usually as unkempt as her wavy hair, but as dextrous as her skilled hands. Asking her to lift it, however, is one of the primary causes of black eyes all across the country side.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Currently, after a string of bad luck, bad decisions, and bad people, Andrea has been left with every little, other than the tattered clothes on her back and the golden, branded anklet, or more accurately ornate shackle, around her left ankle, covered in old chips and scratches from several attempts to remove it, but freshly polished to a shine. There’s a word inscribed on it, one very few people would recognise.
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Registered: Jan 3, 2020 21:47:43 GMT -8
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Post by Andrea Lanne on Feb 13, 2020 19:23:47 GMT -8
Andrea had seen much during her lengthy travels along the world, its hard to overwhelm her, but a simple hug from someone she actually feels some warmth in her heart for is pushing her right over that edge. Yes, she’s had flames in the past, but this is different and so much deeper. Its amazing how, even after just a few hours of knowing each other existed, such closeness could be formed. Perhaps both needed such a person in their life.
The taller woman gives a choked chuckle as she swallows the lump in her throat, her own grip growing a little tighter. “Something tells me you can get hugs from anyone,” she says, before resting her head against Naoki’s and feeling just how soft her hair really is. Would she get soft hair like that? Surely she’d be given the best bath products. Adding that to the top of the list of things to try. “But you’ve got ‘em from me, Sister. Whenever, wherever. I don’t reckon I’ll be going anywhere anytime soon.” She might travel, but a palace is as good a home as she could ever dream of. No way would she be gone for long.
She holds her newfound sister tight for several moments, enjoying the moment that she had never really had in all her years before she finally lets go, but keeps her hands on Naoki’s upper arms. “Man. I have a sister. How about that,” she says, her eyes a little red and her cheeks just as flushed. “This is gonna take some time to get used to. I’m… at a loss now. What do I do with myself?” she asks, then clears her throat. “I uh… I guess your mind must be racing, huh. Lots of that red tape shit I hear about. Heh. Empress stuff. Oof.”
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
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.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
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 Feb 16, 2020 16:15:36 GMT -8
"How about that," Naoki repeats, thinking many of the same thoughts herself. “It will take some getting used to.”
But at the mention of red tape, she scoffs. “You forget, dear sister, that I am an absolute ruler. The government exists as an extension of my will and as a result is fairly efficient. If I say something is so, then so it will be.”
“I will say first and foremost that you are my sister, and that you should be treated with the appropriate amount of respect. I hope you’re ready to be Lady Lanne,” Naoki says, lightly jesting.
“I’ll say that you can come and go as you please from the civic portions of The Citadel and my chambers, and that you may make use of anything you please therein. … I will also assign one of my pageboys to you. Pages essentially serve as a go-between between myself and all the various parties responsible for doing things, routing requests where they need to go. If you want for anything — anything at all, you need only ask him.”
“Should we go pick your room?” Naoki nods toward the door.
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Andrea Lanne
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Physical Description: ======================================================
Andrea is a tall, athletic woman, standing at 180cm (6 foot). Her skin is a light olive colour, interrupted by light brown freckles that cross from one cheek to the other over her nose, and across her shoulders and chest like groups of stars on a clear sky.
She has a traditionally pretty face, with high, but soft cheek bones, emerald green eyes that shine like a field in the morning dew, full lips that are usually pulled into a mischievous grin, that often shows off two elongated canine teeth, and a pair of very faint stripes across both cheeks, usually dismissed as an odd birthmark or an abnormality in her skin pigment. Atop her head are a pair of cat-like ears instead of those of a humanoid, that poke through her dark, wavy hair that falls just past her jaw line.
Her body is thin and toned, athletic in nature, owing to her active lifestyle, and most of all, attractive. Her body seems accustomed to flexibility, allowing her to perform complex movements with grace, and durable enough for long nights of drinking, dancing, and entertainment. Her toned arms allow her to hang from ledges, perform gymnastics, and other daring stunts, while her long legs seem built for dancing and running all through the night. Her chest remains on the slightly smaller side, but that doesn’t stop her from showing them off when she’s having a good time.
Along her right leg, however, is evidence of burn scars that run from her ankle up to her thigh. Though slightly faded with time and basic treatment, both medicinal and magical, they are still very present to the naked eye.
Finally, she has a tail to match the ears sprouting from the top of her head, black furred and connected at her lower back, just before her toned rump. It's usually as unkempt as her wavy hair, but as dextrous as her skilled hands. Asking her to lift it, however, is one of the primary causes of black eyes all across the country side.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Currently, after a string of bad luck, bad decisions, and bad people, Andrea has been left with every little, other than the tattered clothes on her back and the golden, branded anklet, or more accurately ornate shackle, around her left ankle, covered in old chips and scratches from several attempts to remove it, but freshly polished to a shine. There’s a word inscribed on it, one very few people would recognise.
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Registered: Jan 3, 2020 21:47:43 GMT -8
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Post by Andrea Lanne on Feb 17, 2020 1:39:52 GMT -8
The taller woman puts a hand on her hip and huffs with slight amusement, a smirk pulling across the side of her face. “The iron fisted type of ruler, huh?” she asks. “Seems to work. Must be nice.” She does wonder if she had that kind of power now, but she decides that she probably doesn’t. What would she even do with such power? Likely make a Lanne Day holiday, which is never a bad idea. Beer and freshly roasted chicken for all!
Her attention comes back to reality as her sister resumes talking, which is punctuated by a scoff and a snort. “Lady Lanne,” she says, then shakes her head. “That’s rich. Never thought I’d ever be called that, but I can’t say no to alliteration like that.” Perhaps she’s slightly educated after all. “Laddy Lanne…” Her ears perk up at the thought of respect, however. She always had to earn it before, and it was never easy. Perhaps this would make a nice holiday, but at the end of the day she still felt like she had a civic duty to earn that respect. Some might say she earned it after living rough for the majority of her life, and from all the smiles she brought those along the way. Those that know such tales aren’t here, though.
“A… Page…” she says, her ears flattening in slight bewilderment. “So, an errand boy? I just demand a roast chicken and a barrel of ale and he’ll get it for me? What does that extend to?” she asks, genuinely interested. The idea of a paid manservant is quite exciting. “Can I get him to find me a… I dunno. What do rich people get? A tailor? An apple made of gold? Three courtesans in funny hats?”
Her mind races, but the thought of her own room overwhelms them and she’s able to settle. Her eyes flick around the room and she hums lightly. “Are… they all like this?” she asks. “How many are they? Are they all different?” She walks towards the door as she speaks. “Man, if they’re all like this I might cry again.”
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
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.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
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 Feb 17, 2020 19:46:08 GMT -8
“My pages are not common rascals taken off the streets and paid a few coppers to carry messages around,” Naoki starts, somewhat offended. “They are consummate professionals who have trained extensively to achieve the highest possible post they could hope to at their age.”
“You politely request that he send for roast chicken and some ale,” Naoki corrects Andrea, boop-ing Andrea’s nose with one finger. “And they will see to it. You can’t be the iron-fisted type and the rude type, it’s one or the other. Disrespecting the people who handle your food is a brilliant way to get yourself poisoned, not that I would know.”
Gesturing for her sister to follow, Naoki starts out of The Lounge and back into the entry hal.
“But they can procure most anything, yes," she continues. "Remember whose pages these are, and the resource pool they’re pulling from. Asking to see the tailor or the stylist is fair game, but don’t ask for courtesans as though they’re a commodity… I only have the one anyway, and I’m not sure if I’ll be sharing her with you; you might need to get your own.” Naoki smirks.
“But here are the rooms,” she gestures, referring to the collection of twelve or so doors branching off the entry hall. “That one we were in was the lounge, those two at the end are the latrine and guest bathing rooms, these two are guest rooms, that one is for the pages, that's the tea room, that's a little library, this one is an escape tunnel, and these remaining three are unoccupied bedrooms. They’re all labeled, you’ll notice.”
“The rooms are about as large as the lounge and ought to be fully furnished, with some subdivisions. Sitting room, bedroom, closet, nothing too fancy -- they don’t have attached bathrooms or any of that. One of them has bunk beds, I believe... have a look.” She gestures. “If you don’t like any of these, there are others elsewhere.”
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Andrea Lanne
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Physical Description: ======================================================
Andrea is a tall, athletic woman, standing at 180cm (6 foot). Her skin is a light olive colour, interrupted by light brown freckles that cross from one cheek to the other over her nose, and across her shoulders and chest like groups of stars on a clear sky.
She has a traditionally pretty face, with high, but soft cheek bones, emerald green eyes that shine like a field in the morning dew, full lips that are usually pulled into a mischievous grin, that often shows off two elongated canine teeth, and a pair of very faint stripes across both cheeks, usually dismissed as an odd birthmark or an abnormality in her skin pigment. Atop her head are a pair of cat-like ears instead of those of a humanoid, that poke through her dark, wavy hair that falls just past her jaw line.
Her body is thin and toned, athletic in nature, owing to her active lifestyle, and most of all, attractive. Her body seems accustomed to flexibility, allowing her to perform complex movements with grace, and durable enough for long nights of drinking, dancing, and entertainment. Her toned arms allow her to hang from ledges, perform gymnastics, and other daring stunts, while her long legs seem built for dancing and running all through the night. Her chest remains on the slightly smaller side, but that doesn’t stop her from showing them off when she’s having a good time.
Along her right leg, however, is evidence of burn scars that run from her ankle up to her thigh. Though slightly faded with time and basic treatment, both medicinal and magical, they are still very present to the naked eye.
Finally, she has a tail to match the ears sprouting from the top of her head, black furred and connected at her lower back, just before her toned rump. It's usually as unkempt as her wavy hair, but as dextrous as her skilled hands. Asking her to lift it, however, is one of the primary causes of black eyes all across the country side.
======================================================
Clothes and Equipment:
Currently, after a string of bad luck, bad decisions, and bad people, Andrea has been left with every little, other than the tattered clothes on her back and the golden, branded anklet, or more accurately ornate shackle, around her left ankle, covered in old chips and scratches from several attempts to remove it, but freshly polished to a shine. There’s a word inscribed on it, one very few people would recognise.
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Registered: Jan 3, 2020 21:47:43 GMT -8
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Post by Andrea Lanne on Feb 17, 2020 22:03:13 GMT -8
Andrea just blinks at Naoki’s tone, sensing the offense. Well soooorry, Your Highness. Where Lanne’s from, pages are only found in books, and that’s even if they’re all there. She’s read plenty of books where she’s had to skip a few pages and just make up what happened in between. It kinda sucked being poor. “Right,” she says with a curt nod. “Best of the best at procuring stuff. Gotcha.”
Her eyes suddenly go cross-eyed when she’s booped, forcing her to scrunch her nose with a sniff. Whether or not its intentional will be her little secret, but it certainly brings a smile to her face. “Well yeah, I’m not some loser bumpkin who doesn’t know manners. Its not like I spent all my time in bars getting hammered, I’ve had to sweet talk my way through things plenty.” Then she puts her hands on her hips. “Oh, and trust me, I know what its like to be the one handling food. Worked as a bar wench and waitress from time to time, and spit in food plenty of times. Assholes get what assholes deserve, eh?” she asks, looking a little proud of herself. “But I get your point. Bring the hammer down with a smile.”
Andrea chuckles to herself as she follows her sister into the long hall she’d come from. On her way down, she had barely enough time to admire the woodwork, let alone wonder what was behind the door. The escorts around here, and she means that literally, certainly don’t wait around when the Empress wants something. Maybe that iron fist stuff worked? “Your pages, your money, your invoices,” she says, glad she could finally say ‘invoices’ in its actual sense for once. She looks to Naoki and smirks at that last bit. “Yeah, it would uh… be real weird if we shared the same courtesan. I know we’ve only just met, but being sisters and all, yeesh.” She knew the thought of that might excite some, but not her. “And psh, I know they’re people just like you and me, just less powerful,” she says, pointing to Naoki, “And less roguishly beautiful.” Then to herself with a wide grin.
“But, uh… I guess I’ll get my own one or two or something?” she asks, her grin morphing into a slightly quizzical look. “Never really been able to afford one before. Got any suggestions?” She raises her hands to cut Naoki off for just a second. “And I don’t mean to ask from your own experience like you have a little black book of hookers, I know you ain’t like that. At least, not publically. I just mean from what you’ve heard through the grapevine. Might be nice to have someone at my beck and call for that sorta thing instead of hanging out at a bar hoping for mr. handsome or lady luscious to walk in.” Though she isn’t likely to stop doing that. "Maybe someone who can double as a... I dunno. Butler? Or do you have a separate one already that will work for me? Do I have to get my own there too? Can I?"
After Naoki finishes with the list, Andrea commits it to memory. “Lounge, latrine, guest baths, guest rooms, pages, tea rom, library - it’ll be nice to have actual, full, not-falling-apart books for once, escape tun- escape tunnel?” She looks at Naoki for a brief second and blinks. Wait, of course she’d have an escape tunnel. How else would she get out of a raid or something? Barely gets use, she’s sure. She won’t have to use it... Naw, she won’t have to use it. She shakes her head with wide eyes, then continues to follow along. “Unoccupied. Gotcha. Guess one label will be mine?”
She walks forward and opens one of the rooms as Naoki describes them, then stops in her tracks with a muffled gasp as she places a hand over her mouth. Her eyes are gleaming and the size of dinner plates as she looks around the ornate bedroom. From the large bed with plush sheets, the bookcases (albeit largely empty for now), the expert woodwork on the furniture, and even a small fireplace. All for her? There’s so much room to fill it with stuff! Stuff she could finally afford! Oh man, what would she get though? Books! Art! A liquor cabinet! Some instruments - oh how she’s always wanted a violin! Could she play it though? Probably, didn’t take her more than a day to play a lute well. One of her many talents is music, after all, unnaturally so.
Her ears swivel and her tail flicks and swishes behind her, brushing parts of her breeches as it swings wildly. “This is…” she begins. “This is bigger than the biggest apartment I’ve ever lived in,” she manages before feeling the lump in her throat. “Don’t like them? Sister, these… I would be happy with a clean wooden crate, this is…” She can’t finish her sentence as the overwhelmed tears begin streaking down her face again. Unfortunately for her, the mascara the wardrobe department had forced on her prior to meeting the empress had begun to run. Stupid makeup, she insisted she didn’t need it, what did they know? The moment is so overwhelming, she doesn't even ask where her own bathroom is, all she knows is that the guests have their own.
Before Naoki could say anything, however, she’s caught in another tight sisterly hug. For a skinny, malnourished broad, Andrea still had enough strength to make it just that tiny bit uncomfortably tight without the taller sister realizing it. All she felt was the warmth of her newfound, far too generous sister. They say money can’t buy love, but it can certainly make that love more obvious.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
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.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
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 Feb 25, 2020 14:58:38 GMT -8
In response to Andrea’s questions about a live-in butler/courtesan, Naoki only quirks an eyebrow. That’s something that can be addressed at a later date as a very much tertiary concern.
Looking on quietly as Andrea sees the room, it’s easy for Naoki to feel the part of the benevolent and generous ruler she aspires to be. When squeezed so tightly, Naoki squeaks slightly but doesn’t protest.
When she was ordering the design of her Chambers, years ago, she had extra bedrooms built with the thought that “maybe someone will come along later.” They’ve been sitting empty all this time, serving only to add to the pervasive aura of loneliness and as more dusting for the maids. Now that she's finally faced with the reality of someone actually coming along to live in them, it all feels worth it.
“I’m glad you’re happy,” Naoki replies. “That’s why I’m here.” Being able to provide such things so easily to those she cares for has been a large part of her motivation on her climb to the current height of her power. The sense of fulfillment fits in quite nicely along with the rest.
Eventually, they part. “Are you tired?” She asks, “Hungry? We should tour around some and make introductions, but you may want to get settled first, get a good meal in.”
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Andrea Lanne
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Physical Description: ======================================================
Andrea is a tall, athletic woman, standing at 180cm (6 foot). Her skin is a light olive colour, interrupted by light brown freckles that cross from one cheek to the other over her nose, and across her shoulders and chest like groups of stars on a clear sky.
She has a traditionally pretty face, with high, but soft cheek bones, emerald green eyes that shine like a field in the morning dew, full lips that are usually pulled into a mischievous grin, that often shows off two elongated canine teeth, and a pair of very faint stripes across both cheeks, usually dismissed as an odd birthmark or an abnormality in her skin pigment. Atop her head are a pair of cat-like ears instead of those of a humanoid, that poke through her dark, wavy hair that falls just past her jaw line.
Her body is thin and toned, athletic in nature, owing to her active lifestyle, and most of all, attractive. Her body seems accustomed to flexibility, allowing her to perform complex movements with grace, and durable enough for long nights of drinking, dancing, and entertainment. Her toned arms allow her to hang from ledges, perform gymnastics, and other daring stunts, while her long legs seem built for dancing and running all through the night. Her chest remains on the slightly smaller side, but that doesn’t stop her from showing them off when she’s having a good time.
Along her right leg, however, is evidence of burn scars that run from her ankle up to her thigh. Though slightly faded with time and basic treatment, both medicinal and magical, they are still very present to the naked eye.
Finally, she has a tail to match the ears sprouting from the top of her head, black furred and connected at her lower back, just before her toned rump. It's usually as unkempt as her wavy hair, but as dextrous as her skilled hands. Asking her to lift it, however, is one of the primary causes of black eyes all across the country side.
======================================================
Clothes and Equipment:
Currently, after a string of bad luck, bad decisions, and bad people, Andrea has been left with every little, other than the tattered clothes on her back and the golden, branded anklet, or more accurately ornate shackle, around her left ankle, covered in old chips and scratches from several attempts to remove it, but freshly polished to a shine. There’s a word inscribed on it, one very few people would recognise.
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Registered: Jan 3, 2020 21:47:43 GMT -8
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Post by Andrea Lanne on Feb 27, 2020 14:06:43 GMT -8
Andrea finally puts Naoki down, having lifted her up about an inch off the ground with her tremendous hug. It took her some effort considering her malnourished form, but she managed it anyway by sheer force of will. The sister sniffles and wipes the tears from her eyes with a wide grin.
"Happy doesn't even describe it," she says as she looks back into the room. "I have a sister now, I have a room… well, house, all to myself, I mean look at the size of this place!" She gestures around the room and twirls into it with an odd grace. "I have food, I have books with every page at my fingertips, and I get my own courtesans to get it on whenever I feel like it. This is my dream, sis, so happy doesn't cut it, it's not enough to describe it."
She looks back to Naoki and shakes her head. "Not tired really, not any more than usual. That stone you gave me hit harder than Libertalian Sail Winds!" A potent coffee picked in plantations on Libertalia, something that is starting to enter Isran markets by now. "I could do a back flip if I wanted to." Obviously she does as she squats down, then pushes down and tucks up, rolling backwards through the air, then sticking it, but almost landing into a wardrobe. "Ha!" she exclaims, throwing her hands up in the air.
Then she's interrupted by the thunderous rumble of a stomach, and considering how she almost doubles over it's clear what the source is. "Hungry though… yes," she says as she stands up once more. "I haven't had more than stale bread and soft, old vegetables for… a long time. Whatever people would throw out."
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