Hester Fairweather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 25
Physical Description: A young woman, fairly tall standing five foot nine inches, and weighs a hair over one hundred and forty pounds. Her eyes are a striking brown and her hair a dirty red.
She has fair features and would be considered lovely to more than a few.
Yet this simple bard has many secretes... some grim. Sometimes , she could be found staring at the distance, with an expression of sorrow and anger.
Registered: Jul 23, 2017 14:03:19 GMT -8
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Post by Hester Fairweather on Jul 31, 2017 0:24:06 GMT -8
( Royal Fletcher) Her expression faltered not, caught in the moment the lyre had betrayed her. Knowing things so quickly. Things she could not have heard? None should know... Known that she held no talent and was simply riding the coat tails of a magical item. The shame would be fitting , but this self imposed exile should be more than enough... Even more so after what she had endured to obtain this item... "I heard it in passing from a young man, he claimed he witnessed these events himself." She said without missing a beat. Her fingers itched the strings, plucking a soft lullaby of sorts. " I was gifted with learning music, thank the light..." She did not lie here, not outright, she did have a gift for learning new things, mainly swordplay, but she seldom boast about that any more.... " I have written some, though I typically do not play them... " She said quietly Edith brought the lad another drink... A sad smile hung on her aging face. " Should ye need, there is always work to be done 'round here and we have plenty of beds." She suggested.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Aug 3, 2017 17:14:21 GMT -8
Roy nodded, smiling at Hester and Edith.
"Thank you, ma'am. Don't worry, though. I've been living with my uncle in exchange for helping him out around the shop. He's been very kind."
Turning to Hester, he added:
"I'm glad to hear that people made it out of there! I was worried that there wouldn't be any survivors. It was awful, dragons just came out of nowhere and burned it to the ground. I wonder why they did that...dragons are strange. I've got a dragon friend, she's pretty nice. I don't know if she breathes fire, though. She's a water dragon, and she helps me with things sometimes. Have you ever met a dragon? They're usually pretty scary. One kidnapped me once, and almost ate me."
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Hester Fairweather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 25
Physical Description: A young woman, fairly tall standing five foot nine inches, and weighs a hair over one hundred and forty pounds. Her eyes are a striking brown and her hair a dirty red.
She has fair features and would be considered lovely to more than a few.
Yet this simple bard has many secretes... some grim. Sometimes , she could be found staring at the distance, with an expression of sorrow and anger.
Registered: Jul 23, 2017 14:03:19 GMT -8
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Post by Hester Fairweather on Aug 3, 2017 21:02:31 GMT -8
( Royal Fletcher) The song weaver smiled and shook her head, lying smoothly. " Ah no, I'm not one for feats of bravery. I've not seen much fighting aside from the sort my hips get me into." She mused dolling out a string of notes to pass time time. " You say you've met a Water dragon and named her as if human? What was she like?" She asked narrowing her eyes a bit.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Aug 4, 2017 16:47:51 GMT -8
Roy nodded, sipping at the hot chocolate. He chuckled at her casual musings, and wondered how life must be as a traveling bard. It sounded interesting, but wasn't living life on the road dangerous? Then again, Roy tried to live a safe life, and he ended up in all sorts of trouble anyways.
"I don't like fighting or trouble either. It just kind of happens to me sometimes. I go places, and bad things happen. One time I chased a duck, and I fell off a cliff and into a fish's mouth. I didn't name the water dragon, she named herself. She's awfully nice, and helps me when I'm in trouble. Her name's Neva. I rode on her back once when she was flying, but it was scary and cold. I'd much rather ride a carriage, or just walk."
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Miroell
Established
Bustin' Through!
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 25
Physical Description: Warning! Slightly NSFW! Parental Advisory Advised.
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Miroell is a bit of a short human, standing round-about one and a half meter in height. Her skin is sand-touched yellow, smooth and unblemished from years of attentive care. She has silk-smooth, near golden colored hair reaching down to her shoulders, with matching bright blue eyes similar to that of the ocean. A pointed nose rests at the center of her face, attracting little attention but highlighting her plump, thick lips, curved into a soft smile. Overall, her face is round, with an emphasis on innocence winds and desert beauty.
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Traveling down from her face, one could see sleek curves of her neck bones and the drawn length of her shoulders, which are slender with a smooth curve. Her bust is rather incredible, nearly undistinguished in size but incredible massive, and cumbersome.
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Her waist is thin, curved inwards from her shoulders before going outwards towards her wide hips, which have a further reach than her slim shoulders. Her rear is a good handful, yet smaller is size compared to her bust. Her thighs are thick and sleek, to uphold all the carefully placed weight doted around her frame.
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Miroell's choice of clothing can be both attributed to the very warm climates of her country, and her more risque personality. Some of which can be counted into her personal love of her own body. As such, she is seen in little enough clothing to be considered 'Clothed', but does often skirt on the lines of appearance. Flimsy, see-through material cover her skin in all but the more sensitive regions, where silk clothes are placed for modest protection. Little is left to the imagination, but enough is covered to entice it.
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Player's online availability : GMT +0, Activity random, but will forum-stalk whenever possible.
Registered: Aug 4, 2017 11:51:48 GMT -8
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Post by Miroell on Aug 4, 2017 19:58:30 GMT -8
The door to the Tavern opened slowly, a feminine hand holding on the handle, then she uses her body to push the tavern door open.
Leaving the door open, she pulled back her protective hood that was covering her face. Golden-coloured hair-locks flew outwards in a semi explosion, as if a string trap had been undone. The air flowing freely into the tavern now toyed and brushed the smooth hair, giving her an aura of divine beings as the sunlight was very enlightening of her hair. Realizing her error, she states something in a much less common tongue, before turning around and closing the door. Then, she rose up, turned around and gave everyone an equal gaze, studying them closely.
The 'Wanderer' was dressed in simple, thick cloth covering from her shoulders and all the way down, hiding her body proper from inquisitive views. Judging by the raise on the front, it would suggest she's carrying her things beneath her protective layer. "yawm jyd, almusafirin almusafirin! 'ayn 'ana mawjud halia?" Miroell speaks. The voice carrying the strange language was angelic. Captive on the hearer, and makes them wishing for more words, despite how weird the dialect was.
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Hester Fairweather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 25
Physical Description: A young woman, fairly tall standing five foot nine inches, and weighs a hair over one hundred and forty pounds. Her eyes are a striking brown and her hair a dirty red.
She has fair features and would be considered lovely to more than a few.
Yet this simple bard has many secretes... some grim. Sometimes , she could be found staring at the distance, with an expression of sorrow and anger.
Registered: Jul 23, 2017 14:03:19 GMT -8
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Post by Hester Fairweather on Aug 5, 2017 13:30:25 GMT -8
( Royal Fletcher) ( Miroell) What ever train of thought Hester was one vanished as the door creaked open. Her sharp eyes twitched to the door... Had she been on edge? Hester had understood her words, but decided not to answer. Instead she chose to greet her as she might a foreigner. " OH...uh.... Hello?" She said hesitantly. " If you're looking for the inn keeper he'll be right back." She offered with a warm smile before turning her attention back to the Fletcher " So, what are the fangs about? Did you file your teeth down to seem more menacing?" She teased.
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Edith Arn Caster
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 56
Physical Description: A short woman of only five foot four inches. Her weight is a healthyone. Her once brown hair has turned silver, and warm brown eyes hold compassion for nearly everyone she mets.
Registered: Jul 23, 2017 13:56:26 GMT -8
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Post by Edith Arn Caster on Aug 5, 2017 13:41:15 GMT -8
Royal Fletcher Miroell As if on cue Flinn wandered out from the kitchen doorway. His eyes widened a bit "ah-- aye hello ma'am !" He said, his face turning a shade redder than it had been. Maybe the heat had gotten to him. Though Hester's leer suggested otherwise. " Uh, do you speak common lass? I don't understand ya." He said raising his voice a bit. As if that would help convey his meaning. Edith wandered out from the kitchen and stopped mid-step... She took the woman standing in her doorway in a glance... and scowled.. " Aye, 'Ello lass, Can we help yee?" She said, what warmth and love had been in her town whilst talking to the Fletcher drained as quickly as Roy had killed the hot chocolate.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Aug 5, 2017 18:55:09 GMT -8
Roy glanced over at the newcomer curiously. What could she possibly want? He'd never heard that language before, and he'd heard quite a few over the years. Of course, most of it was his Uncle Renalt swearing in various tongues, but that still counted, didn't it? He turned to Hester Fairweather when she asked him a question, wondering how to respond. "Er...no, I didn't sharpen them. They just kinda...grew in like that. I'm a vampire, y'know. Not one of the mean ones, though. I don't bite people, or anything like that." He sighed, remembering the encounter he'd had just a little while ago in Helmfirth. "Other vampires are awfully scary. Mean, too. I try to avoid them, when I can."
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Miroell
Established
Bustin' Through!
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 25
Physical Description: Warning! Slightly NSFW! Parental Advisory Advised.
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Miroell is a bit of a short human, standing round-about one and a half meter in height. Her skin is sand-touched yellow, smooth and unblemished from years of attentive care. She has silk-smooth, near golden colored hair reaching down to her shoulders, with matching bright blue eyes similar to that of the ocean. A pointed nose rests at the center of her face, attracting little attention but highlighting her plump, thick lips, curved into a soft smile. Overall, her face is round, with an emphasis on innocence winds and desert beauty.
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Traveling down from her face, one could see sleek curves of her neck bones and the drawn length of her shoulders, which are slender with a smooth curve. Her bust is rather incredible, nearly undistinguished in size but incredible massive, and cumbersome.
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Her waist is thin, curved inwards from her shoulders before going outwards towards her wide hips, which have a further reach than her slim shoulders. Her rear is a good handful, yet smaller is size compared to her bust. Her thighs are thick and sleek, to uphold all the carefully placed weight doted around her frame.
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Clothes and Equipment: -----------------------------------
Miroell's choice of clothing can be both attributed to the very warm climates of her country, and her more risque personality. Some of which can be counted into her personal love of her own body. As such, she is seen in little enough clothing to be considered 'Clothed', but does often skirt on the lines of appearance. Flimsy, see-through material cover her skin in all but the more sensitive regions, where silk clothes are placed for modest protection. Little is left to the imagination, but enough is covered to entice it.
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Player's online availability : GMT +0, Activity random, but will forum-stalk whenever possible.
Registered: Aug 4, 2017 11:51:48 GMT -8
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Post by Miroell on Aug 5, 2017 19:22:02 GMT -8
Miroell seems slightly confused at the reply she was given back. Weird dialects from many places, with accents and habits! A treasure trove for what she sought for! She said something more in her weird dialect, though one word and one motion would stick out. 'Sakandi', and her thump points at herself. With that, she smiled as gently as she could, trying to ease any confusion, for long enough to get something to work...
She made her way to the closest fireplaces, and started to undo all off her gear, which mostly consisted of layers of bear clothing, suggesting that she can't handle the cold, or wasn't expecting something worse. Once she had revealed her actual self, she had lost 200 pounds. shrinked and looked much, much less threateningly. Her hands went to the sides of her neck, and she quickly puffed up her hair, which continued to remain silk-smooth in texture, and went with the path with least resistance, like water.
"I greet you with blessings, Master of the House. From House Oramaj, I am Miroell, the Third-Born. And hopefully will remain to be your loyal friend!" The accent is thick, rich. As if you were using a electronic guitar play the strings of a harp. She, the angelic softness still was present, but not as highlighted in the translation.
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Hester Fairweather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 25
Physical Description: A young woman, fairly tall standing five foot nine inches, and weighs a hair over one hundred and forty pounds. Her eyes are a striking brown and her hair a dirty red.
She has fair features and would be considered lovely to more than a few.
Yet this simple bard has many secretes... some grim. Sometimes , she could be found staring at the distance, with an expression of sorrow and anger.
Registered: Jul 23, 2017 14:03:19 GMT -8
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Post by Hester Fairweather on Aug 6, 2017 19:24:26 GMT -8
Royal Fletcher Surprise raced across Hester's face , it was fake, but would be very convincing for most people. She had suspected this already but was shocked he simply confirmed this , though the second bit of information was interesting. " I'm surprised you'd simply say you're a vampire, do ya need to... you know?" she gestured at her neck with two fingers and made a grim face. " I know you said you don't bite, but yeah..." She said , honestly confused, " I wasn't aware there were different sorts of vampires. " She said, leaning forward, resting her elbow on her knee and her chin on a palm. " What makes them different?" She asked. Her attention was split however as she watched the blond foreigner like a hawk, but from under lashed eyes, though from her angle it might look simply as she was gazing at Fletcher curiously.
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Edith Arn Caster
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 56
Physical Description: A short woman of only five foot four inches. Her weight is a healthyone. Her once brown hair has turned silver, and warm brown eyes hold compassion for nearly everyone she mets.
Registered: Jul 23, 2017 13:56:26 GMT -8
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Post by Edith Arn Caster on Aug 6, 2017 20:44:10 GMT -8
Miroell Flinn watched the woman in confusion, as he still did not yet understand what exactly was going on, he looked to Hester for answers, she was wordly after all yet she seemed intent on talking to the young chap. A mirth filled laugh erupted as the young woman in furs started spouting titles. " Ah lass, I thank ya for the titles, but Flinn will do me just fine. How can I help yee? Lookin' for a place for the night?" Edith shook her head slightly and began sweeping the already clean floor. " We have two styles of rooms , a small basic room, and larger room that might be a bit more up to snuff for ya." Flinn said. "Though pray tell lass, where ya from?" He asked.
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Miroell
Established
Bustin' Through!
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 25
Physical Description: Warning! Slightly NSFW! Parental Advisory Advised.
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Miroell is a bit of a short human, standing round-about one and a half meter in height. Her skin is sand-touched yellow, smooth and unblemished from years of attentive care. She has silk-smooth, near golden colored hair reaching down to her shoulders, with matching bright blue eyes similar to that of the ocean. A pointed nose rests at the center of her face, attracting little attention but highlighting her plump, thick lips, curved into a soft smile. Overall, her face is round, with an emphasis on innocence winds and desert beauty.
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Traveling down from her face, one could see sleek curves of her neck bones and the drawn length of her shoulders, which are slender with a smooth curve. Her bust is rather incredible, nearly undistinguished in size but incredible massive, and cumbersome.
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Her waist is thin, curved inwards from her shoulders before going outwards towards her wide hips, which have a further reach than her slim shoulders. Her rear is a good handful, yet smaller is size compared to her bust. Her thighs are thick and sleek, to uphold all the carefully placed weight doted around her frame.
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Clothes and Equipment: -----------------------------------
Miroell's choice of clothing can be both attributed to the very warm climates of her country, and her more risque personality. Some of which can be counted into her personal love of her own body. As such, she is seen in little enough clothing to be considered 'Clothed', but does often skirt on the lines of appearance. Flimsy, see-through material cover her skin in all but the more sensitive regions, where silk clothes are placed for modest protection. Little is left to the imagination, but enough is covered to entice it.
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Player's online availability : GMT +0, Activity random, but will forum-stalk whenever possible.
Registered: Aug 4, 2017 11:51:48 GMT -8
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Post by Miroell on Aug 6, 2017 23:04:46 GMT -8
"Oh, uh. What is, uh... Luerg? Lager? L-L-... Lager?" Miroell asks with her thick accent, trying to pronounce the Common word right, though obviously fumbling at it. "Oh, I am no religios. I am Sakandi. Traveling here, yes?" Miroell is clearly a foreigner in a strange world, smiling ever-so cheerfully at Flinn, Miroell's hands moving in front of her robes which covered her body. Curiously enough, the thick robes curved inwards as she brought her hands against her stomach, making the odd bulging around her chest even odder, her right hand cupped inside her left.
Not really waiting for Flinn's reply, Miroell let her eyes wonder away from him and started to look at the room she was in, the unique architecture of this 'unknown'culture making her curious. "Uh, what is place history? If you don't mind sharing?"
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Aug 8, 2017 17:28:25 GMT -8
Royal Fletcher Surprise raced across Hester's face , it was fake, but would be very convincing for most people. She had suspected this already but was shocked he simply confirmed this , though the second bit of information was interesting. " I'm surprised you'd simply say you're a vampire, do ya need to... you know?" she gestured at her neck with two fingers and made a grim face. " I know you said you don't bite, but yeah..." She said , honestly confused, " I wasn't aware there were different sorts of vampires. " She said, leaning forward, resting her elbow on her knee and her chin on a palm. " What makes them different?" She asked. Her attention was split however as she watched the blond foreigner like a hawk, but from under lashed eyes, though from her angle it might look simply as she was gazing at Fletcher curiously. Roy shook his head, chuckling. He got this reaction a lot when he told people that he was a vampire, which is why he often didn't tell. Still, at least she hadn't tried to stab him. Of course, people didn't used to try and stab him, but it was always a worry. "No, there's really only one type of vampire...I just don't want to hurt anyone, so I don't bite people. Usually I buy black puddings from the shop. There's a nice old lady who gives me some blood sometimes, she says it's from willing donors...that helps. Really, I just don't want to bite anyone. I hate to hurt anybody, and besides, they'd be awfully mad if I just walked up and bit them. I could get hurt doing something like that." He shuddered, imagining getting smacked around for trying to bite somebody. It wouldn't be pleasant. "So...where are you from, again? I don't believe you said."
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Hester Fairweather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 25
Physical Description: A young woman, fairly tall standing five foot nine inches, and weighs a hair over one hundred and forty pounds. Her eyes are a striking brown and her hair a dirty red.
She has fair features and would be considered lovely to more than a few.
Yet this simple bard has many secretes... some grim. Sometimes , she could be found staring at the distance, with an expression of sorrow and anger.
Registered: Jul 23, 2017 14:03:19 GMT -8
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Post by Hester Fairweather on Aug 12, 2017 0:36:31 GMT -8
( Royal Fletcher ) Hester nodded listening to her story, a cheery expression on her face, not buying this story at all from Roy. She had dealt with Vampires before... She just did wish to start a fight in Flinn's home... Roy's question interrupted her thoughts. " I don't believe I did say." She said simply, flinging a pointed look at the young man as a trickster might a sharp dagger, but her gaze eased. " People who choose to wander seldom wish to speak of where their journey started Mast---- Roy." she corrected her self relaxing her expression to a more friendly smile. " Another song? or perhaps I should dance?" She raised an eye brow, her tone dipped into the side of tease.
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Edith Arn Caster
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 56
Physical Description: A short woman of only five foot four inches. Her weight is a healthyone. Her once brown hair has turned silver, and warm brown eyes hold compassion for nearly everyone she mets.
Registered: Jul 23, 2017 13:56:26 GMT -8
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Post by Edith Arn Caster on Aug 12, 2017 14:12:32 GMT -8
( Miroell) Flinn's brow furrowed in confusion, his face still rather flush. " Uh..erm... This Tavern was built by my Pah and handed down to me if thats what your askin' " Flinn asked making sure to enounceate his words better. Edith shook her head at the blonde and instead turned to Roy and Hester , hearing the end of Hester jest she gave a look at the lad. " Playin with fire lad" She said. " Anythin' else ya might need deary?" She asked. " And you Lady---" Hester shot the same look she had at roy at the inn keepers wife. " Ah... Ms Hester" She said rolling her eyes a bit, the cheery smile never leaving her face. " No ma'am, thank you though" Hester replied.
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Miroell
Established
Bustin' Through!
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 25
Physical Description: Warning! Slightly NSFW! Parental Advisory Advised.
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Miroell is a bit of a short human, standing round-about one and a half meter in height. Her skin is sand-touched yellow, smooth and unblemished from years of attentive care. She has silk-smooth, near golden colored hair reaching down to her shoulders, with matching bright blue eyes similar to that of the ocean. A pointed nose rests at the center of her face, attracting little attention but highlighting her plump, thick lips, curved into a soft smile. Overall, her face is round, with an emphasis on innocence winds and desert beauty.
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Traveling down from her face, one could see sleek curves of her neck bones and the drawn length of her shoulders, which are slender with a smooth curve. Her bust is rather incredible, nearly undistinguished in size but incredible massive, and cumbersome.
-----
Her waist is thin, curved inwards from her shoulders before going outwards towards her wide hips, which have a further reach than her slim shoulders. Her rear is a good handful, yet smaller is size compared to her bust. Her thighs are thick and sleek, to uphold all the carefully placed weight doted around her frame.
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Clothes and Equipment: -----------------------------------
Miroell's choice of clothing can be both attributed to the very warm climates of her country, and her more risque personality. Some of which can be counted into her personal love of her own body. As such, she is seen in little enough clothing to be considered 'Clothed', but does often skirt on the lines of appearance. Flimsy, see-through material cover her skin in all but the more sensitive regions, where silk clothes are placed for modest protection. Little is left to the imagination, but enough is covered to entice it.
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Player's online availability : GMT +0, Activity random, but will forum-stalk whenever possible.
Registered: Aug 4, 2017 11:51:48 GMT -8
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Post by Miroell on Aug 12, 2017 18:25:45 GMT -8
"Oh. Oh, I see." Miroell would reply to his 'recounting'. Her gaze falling from the architecture of the self-made building, which was a slightly strange concept to her, and towards the back-and-forth conversation between the three, Hester, Flinn and Edith. "Uh, dance? Can I... Perceeeve? Is right word?" she asks the double-question, looking sheepishly between the two, Flinn for confirmation, and Hester to an answer to the dancing.
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Rickard "Ripper" Flint
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Surprising.
Physical Description: Standing at a hairs breadth under six feet tall, Ripper is a tall and slightly gaunt man. His face is angular and his bright green eyes narrow. His skin is a sickly pale grey and his body is made up of lean wiry muscle. He has long black hair that is usually quite messy.
Clothes and Equipment: Ripper is never scene without his long black coat. This often mended garment has innumerable little pockets that he uses to store a variety of things. Thread, needles, knives, rations, quills, ink, scalpels, and much, much more. Some of the pockets have even been water proofed just in case.
Besides the coat he also often wears a red bandanna to keep his hair tied back and bandages to cover his frequent wounds.
Registered: Mar 22, 2016 16:11:36 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard "Ripper" Flint on Aug 12, 2017 19:49:21 GMT -8
Ripper stumbles into the bar walking like he was on the deck of a ship reeling in a massive storm. Evidently, he was a master of the pre-drinking game because he looks positively sloshed. Perhaps not the best state to be in when entering a bar but he was a man on a mission. Stumbling towards the counter he all but falls on top of it as he looks for the bar keep.
"I require *hic*" He starts to talk hiccoughs and almost falls over his body swaying to one side dramatically, before snapping straight again. "More rum!" He declares fishing in the pockets of his large black coat that seemed to mostly pocket. Eventually, he fetches out a gold nugget and tosses it on the counter. "As much rum as *hic*" He falls off his stool and onto his back. "That will buy!" He declares sticking one hand up in the air to let everyone know he is okay.
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Edith Arn Caster
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 56
Physical Description: A short woman of only five foot four inches. Her weight is a healthyone. Her once brown hair has turned silver, and warm brown eyes hold compassion for nearly everyone she mets.
Registered: Jul 23, 2017 13:56:26 GMT -8
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Post by Edith Arn Caster on Aug 16, 2017 11:00:58 GMT -8
Royal Fletcher Miroell Rickard "Ripper" Flint
" Ya wanna learn t' dance? Don't they dance where ya from?" Flinn asked a tad curious, he had never heard of anyone not knowing some sort of dance, even if its just simple ones.
Edith shot the man a warning look that could have peeled the white wash from the walls, or tar from the whisky barrels.
" Easy love!" The man said holding his hands up defensively " 'ain't gonna be doin no feast dances or nothin! Just a jig----"
The stern woman's eyes narrowd--- But right as she was going to let the man have it, a stranger walked in.
Flinn, while not normaly a very quick man, words , wits , or otherwise; didn't let this moment slip past him.
" Hello there lad!" he said hobbeling over to the viperish looking gentlemen. He gave the lad a soft pat on the back, holding him upright as he listening to his needs as if he had known the man for years ;totally engrossed in this fellow and not the buxom lady... The Inn keeper looked at the gold nugget... Then to Edith... Then back to the nugget.
" Love, get the good stuff, Yes the one I keep burried out back." Edith moved quickly, going to fetch the beverage presumably.
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Rickard "Ripper" Flint
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Surprising.
Physical Description: Standing at a hairs breadth under six feet tall, Ripper is a tall and slightly gaunt man. His face is angular and his bright green eyes narrow. His skin is a sickly pale grey and his body is made up of lean wiry muscle. He has long black hair that is usually quite messy.
Clothes and Equipment: Ripper is never scene without his long black coat. This often mended garment has innumerable little pockets that he uses to store a variety of things. Thread, needles, knives, rations, quills, ink, scalpels, and much, much more. Some of the pockets have even been water proofed just in case.
Besides the coat he also often wears a red bandanna to keep his hair tied back and bandages to cover his frequent wounds.
Registered: Mar 22, 2016 16:11:36 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard "Ripper" Flint on Aug 16, 2017 15:52:51 GMT -8
"Pfffffhahahahahahah."
The drunk on the floor laughs long loud and hard when the innkeeper addresses him. Lifting his head up from the ground, his chin resting on his chest, he stares at the old man. "Lad?" The pale man says his voice still thick with laughter, his words slurred from drink.
"You think I'm a lad? I'm old enough to be yer grandpa's grandpa!" He declares loudly waving his hands in the air. "Let me *braaaaaap* oh by the salty brine of the deep that didn't feel good." He shakes his head and rolls on to his side before continuing his voice muffled. "Let me tell you, never fall asleep in a morgue! Ye wake up to find some asshat trying to turn ye into a zombie."
Ripper rolls back onto his back one of his arms flopping onto his face. "Then you are stuck living even if ye don't want ta be!" His accent slurs between pirate and a clear if unfamiliar foreign accent with every word. "Watch!" Reaching into his long coat he pulls out a knife and rams it into his chest, right around where his heart would be though his shaking hand might have spoiled his aim somewhat. Blood pours from the wound and Ripper howls in pain before laying his head back tearing out the knife with another howl and then rolling over to the fire, leaving a trail of blood behind him.
He reaches into the pit strangling sounds of pain the whole while as he plucks out a coal and rests it on the wound, cauterizing it quickly. "See! I should be dead! But nope, still bloody alive." He rolls and stares at the mess he seems slightly soberer after all the pain. "I'll pay for that and clean it up tomorrow." He declares as his eyes swivel back to the innkeeper. "But for tonight booze!"
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Aug 16, 2017 21:04:38 GMT -8
( Royal Fletcher ) Hester nodded listening to her story, a cheery expression on her face, not buying this story at all from Roy. She had dealt with Vampires before... She just did wish to start a fight in Flinn's home... Roy's question interrupted her thoughts. " I don't believe I did say." She said simply, flinging a pointed look at the young man as a trickster might a sharp dagger, but her gaze eased. " People who choose to wander seldom wish to speak of where their journey started Mast---- Roy." she corrected her self relaxing her expression to a more friendly smile. " Another song? or perhaps I should dance?" She raised an eye brow, her tone dipped into the side of tease. Roy could understand Hester not wanting to say exactly where she was from, even though he wasn't quite sure why. Perhaps remembering home caused her pain, or maybe she just didn't trust him very much. He couldn't imagine why she might not trust him, though. Perhaps she was just a naturally mistrusting person. "Dancing? Well...maybe we'll just stick to another song. For now, anyways. Or maybe a tale, if you've got one. I'd imagine that you have all sorts of stories, being a traveling bard and all. What's the most interesting story you have? What all have you seen, with so many years on the road?" He glanced over at the unreasonably busty newcomer, as well as the drunken pirate. This inn certainly drew an odd crowd, didn't it? Still, despite the unusual company, he got a chuckle out of Flinn's little jig.
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