Edmund Ibramevokich
New
love ain't shit
Roleplay posts: 5
Age: 82
Physical Description: Edmund looks to be in his early twenties, despite actually being eighty two in actuality. He is a solid 6'0", with a body toned better than it is grown. What he lacks in muscle mass he makes up for in his face, which would almost be described as a beauty if not for his off-putting golden feline eyes. His features are sharp as if hand-crafted, and platinum blonde hair falls down to just above his shoulders. Scars travel the length of his body, given from both men and monster.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a reinforced leather chest-piece that covers the entirety of his torso and arms up to the wrists. The wrists themselves are covered by a pair of steel bracers. His thighs, calves, biceps and stomach are protected by sheets of light-weight chain-mail that have been sown into the armor with leather. Both pauldrons are simple leather, leaving a somewhat exposed region to his armor. He carries two swords, one of steel and one of silver. The silver is a bastard sword, longer in length and more fit for slashing down beasts. The steel is a rapier, for use against the swords of men so Edmund may repel attacks until he finds the opportunity to disarm and end the fight. A medallion in the design of a wolf's head hangs from his neck on to his chest, carefully carved.
Player's online availability : meh
Registered: Oct 21, 2017 20:18:41 GMT -8
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Post by Edmund Ibramevokich on Oct 25, 2017 21:03:33 GMT -8
Edmund forward to Antoni's side after speaking, now eyeing the golden-clad 'warrior' stood before him. He had a good point - how would they know if what she said was the truth? Not that it mattered to Edmund and Antoni; he expected to be leaving the area soon. Words of festivities and such had reached his ears during his travel, and he was more than interested in the claims.
A thought dawned on him as he moved his gaze from the golden warrior to the snake-urchin. He could easily influence her mind to force the truth from her, but was it necessary? She had been nice enough so far, and prodding the mind of an innocent old lady didn't exactly stack high on Edmund's list of priorities.
Tearing his gaze from the pair, he glanced over to the streets, assessing them idly. He found his hand reaching up to grasp at his wolf-shaped medallion that hung from a thin, uncomfortable metal 'string'. It pulsated gently in his hand, but indicated nothing more - for now.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Oct 26, 2017 6:39:18 GMT -8
Lilith's face fell when Kitten questioned her truthfulness. She glanced up at the unhelpful Antoni and Edmund and sighed, before returning her gaze to the armored behemoth. She fidgeted for a moment, biting her lip nervously and clutching her snake for comfort before she finally spoke.
"Well...a couple of years ago, one of the manhunters came to me and demanded medicine for his sister. She'd fallen ill after falling into a freezing river, and was in bad shape. I gave it to him, but she was too sick and died anyway...and now he blames me for it. Claims that I poisoned her, or gave her bad medicine, or something. He takes it out on me whenever he sees me. It wasn't my fault, I tried my best..."
Turning to Zavera, she rummaged inside her cloak and pulled out a tiny glass bottle, sealed with wax. It contained a clear greenish fluid, which sloshed and sparkled within.
"Here, this one should help with snakebites. No charge. You're going to protect me, after all, it's the least that I can do..."
The baker muttered something about "crazy snake oil girl" and wandered off to peddle his wares elsewhere.
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Antoni Sulek
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: Looks mid to late thirties, in reality is in the early hundreds.
Physical Description: Antoni is roughly 6'3 feet tall, with a large upper body rippling with strength and muscle mass, his body littered with scares from monsters and humans alike. He has silvery hair, shaven on both sides of the head with the rest fitted in a pony tail. He has a scar going down his right eye, and one up his neck and across his left jaw. His pupils are sharp and vertical like vipers, his iris' are a dark orange.
Clothes and Equipment: Antoni wears a leather longcoat, with a reinforced leather chestplate. He has steal gauntlets, vambraces, greaves and a right pauldron, the left being reinforced leather. He bears two swords, one made of steel and the other made of silver, one for beasts that roam the woods and the highlands, one for humans and deviants, both for monsters. He carries a medallion in the shape of a bear, a 'monster sensor' that can detect if a monster has been in a place recently or if a monster is nearby, in a fairly short radius. It was smelted in the shape of a bear, the animal of which was his school that made him a witcher.
Player's online availability : too much time on my hands
Registered: Oct 21, 2017 15:22:39 GMT -8
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Post by Antoni Sulek on Oct 26, 2017 8:59:09 GMT -8
Antoni adjusted his pack and his swords, looking back to Edmund. "Better get us some horses if we're going to move on. Maybe head to Rondon, possibly Isra. I'm sure the knight and the lady can handle the bandits."
He looked back to them, uncrossing his arms. "Nice meeting, or seeing rather, you folk. Me and Edmund'll be off."
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Zavera
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Age: Appears 20
Physical Description: Zavera bares a flawless complexion alongside, taking into account normal beauty standards, a set of beautiful facial features; all accentuated by shoulder-length ebony locks. Her healthy and curvaceous figure is unblemished as well besides for a singular runic carving that takes up the entirety of her back, an incredibly detailed image of an entity that is incomprehensible to the naked eye. In fact, this arcane tattoo is mentally damaging to those unprepared who choose to view it with the naked eye.
Clothes and Equipment: Zavera's standard attire consists of an obsidian black dress that drapes well below her legs, a masterfully woven silk. The piece of clothing is engraved with runes, inscriptions that provide a limited form of protection from damage; both physical and magical. A simple pair of worn, yet reliable loafers proves to be her only footwear.
Player's online availability : most definitely most of the time
Registered: Oct 21, 2017 16:54:52 GMT -8
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Post by Zavera on Oct 26, 2017 18:58:47 GMT -8
Zavera nodded in understanding upon hearing Lilith's explanation, a slightly sympathetic smile appearing on her face. Nodding in thanks when she was handed the bottle, she briefly looked over the contents within before sliding it into one of the folds of her dress. "Goodbye," she said with a slightly dismissive wave to the two witchers.
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Edmund Ibramevokich
New
love ain't shit
Roleplay posts: 5
Age: 82
Physical Description: Edmund looks to be in his early twenties, despite actually being eighty two in actuality. He is a solid 6'0", with a body toned better than it is grown. What he lacks in muscle mass he makes up for in his face, which would almost be described as a beauty if not for his off-putting golden feline eyes. His features are sharp as if hand-crafted, and platinum blonde hair falls down to just above his shoulders. Scars travel the length of his body, given from both men and monster.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a reinforced leather chest-piece that covers the entirety of his torso and arms up to the wrists. The wrists themselves are covered by a pair of steel bracers. His thighs, calves, biceps and stomach are protected by sheets of light-weight chain-mail that have been sown into the armor with leather. Both pauldrons are simple leather, leaving a somewhat exposed region to his armor. He carries two swords, one of steel and one of silver. The silver is a bastard sword, longer in length and more fit for slashing down beasts. The steel is a rapier, for use against the swords of men so Edmund may repel attacks until he finds the opportunity to disarm and end the fight. A medallion in the design of a wolf's head hangs from his neck on to his chest, carefully carved.
Player's online availability : meh
Registered: Oct 21, 2017 20:18:41 GMT -8
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Post by Edmund Ibramevokich on Oct 26, 2017 22:57:09 GMT -8
He nodded simply for his goodbye, then turned to face Antoni. "I traveled here on horseback, so I do not have that issue. We could search for a stable, perhaps?"
Acting on his own idea, he began to wander around the caravan-town hybrid. His hair was allowed to flow freely instead of being tied back for once, the platinum framing his face in curls. He would occasionally reach for the medallion hanging from his neck, just so he could stay mildly alert even in his spare time.
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Antoni Sulek
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: Looks mid to late thirties, in reality is in the early hundreds.
Physical Description: Antoni is roughly 6'3 feet tall, with a large upper body rippling with strength and muscle mass, his body littered with scares from monsters and humans alike. He has silvery hair, shaven on both sides of the head with the rest fitted in a pony tail. He has a scar going down his right eye, and one up his neck and across his left jaw. His pupils are sharp and vertical like vipers, his iris' are a dark orange.
Clothes and Equipment: Antoni wears a leather longcoat, with a reinforced leather chestplate. He has steal gauntlets, vambraces, greaves and a right pauldron, the left being reinforced leather. He bears two swords, one made of steel and the other made of silver, one for beasts that roam the woods and the highlands, one for humans and deviants, both for monsters. He carries a medallion in the shape of a bear, a 'monster sensor' that can detect if a monster has been in a place recently or if a monster is nearby, in a fairly short radius. It was smelted in the shape of a bear, the animal of which was his school that made him a witcher.
Player's online availability : too much time on my hands
Registered: Oct 21, 2017 15:22:39 GMT -8
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Post by Antoni Sulek on Oct 27, 2017 5:56:44 GMT -8
After a bit of wandering, Antoni found a stable. He paid the man for a horse, climbing atop of it. "Meet me at the front entrance." He said to Edmund, whipping the reins.
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Edmund Ibramevokich
New
love ain't shit
Roleplay posts: 5
Age: 82
Physical Description: Edmund looks to be in his early twenties, despite actually being eighty two in actuality. He is a solid 6'0", with a body toned better than it is grown. What he lacks in muscle mass he makes up for in his face, which would almost be described as a beauty if not for his off-putting golden feline eyes. His features are sharp as if hand-crafted, and platinum blonde hair falls down to just above his shoulders. Scars travel the length of his body, given from both men and monster.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a reinforced leather chest-piece that covers the entirety of his torso and arms up to the wrists. The wrists themselves are covered by a pair of steel bracers. His thighs, calves, biceps and stomach are protected by sheets of light-weight chain-mail that have been sown into the armor with leather. Both pauldrons are simple leather, leaving a somewhat exposed region to his armor. He carries two swords, one of steel and one of silver. The silver is a bastard sword, longer in length and more fit for slashing down beasts. The steel is a rapier, for use against the swords of men so Edmund may repel attacks until he finds the opportunity to disarm and end the fight. A medallion in the design of a wolf's head hangs from his neck on to his chest, carefully carved.
Player's online availability : meh
Registered: Oct 21, 2017 20:18:41 GMT -8
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Post by Edmund Ibramevokich on Oct 27, 2017 13:50:44 GMT -8
Edmund nodded as Antoni rode off for the entrance of the shabby town, then began his walk for where he'd left his horse. He drew more stares as he passed through, most likely due to his two swords and peculiar appearance.
It took him ten minutes to find where he'd tied his horse up. He was now untying the rope from the post, freeing the horse but keeping his hand on the reins. Once the rope was untied, he let it fall to the ground and climbed up to sit on the saddle. With a gentle familiarity, Edmund set the horse on a trot towards where Antoni was waiting.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Oct 29, 2017 10:32:33 GMT -8
Lilith's pet snake flicked its tongue out at Zavera, hissing softly at her. Lilith patted its head, shushing it softly. "Shh...calm down. She's going to help us. Relax. Come on now, back inside..." The snake hissed at Zavera again, then slithered its way back inside its owner's shirt. Lilith sighed, shaking her head. "I'm awfully sorry, I don't know what's gotten into him. He's usually so sweet. Anyways...I'm sorry, but how can you protect me from the manhunters? You don't look much bigger than me..." She glanced around for the golden knight, but it seemed that he'd wandered away. Where could he have gone?
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Antoni Sulek
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: Looks mid to late thirties, in reality is in the early hundreds.
Physical Description: Antoni is roughly 6'3 feet tall, with a large upper body rippling with strength and muscle mass, his body littered with scares from monsters and humans alike. He has silvery hair, shaven on both sides of the head with the rest fitted in a pony tail. He has a scar going down his right eye, and one up his neck and across his left jaw. His pupils are sharp and vertical like vipers, his iris' are a dark orange.
Clothes and Equipment: Antoni wears a leather longcoat, with a reinforced leather chestplate. He has steal gauntlets, vambraces, greaves and a right pauldron, the left being reinforced leather. He bears two swords, one made of steel and the other made of silver, one for beasts that roam the woods and the highlands, one for humans and deviants, both for monsters. He carries a medallion in the shape of a bear, a 'monster sensor' that can detect if a monster has been in a place recently or if a monster is nearby, in a fairly short radius. It was smelted in the shape of a bear, the animal of which was his school that made him a witcher.
Player's online availability : too much time on my hands
Registered: Oct 21, 2017 15:22:39 GMT -8
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Post by Antoni Sulek on Oct 29, 2017 14:42:06 GMT -8
He nodded to Edmund as he approached, looking out to the distance. "There's a festival going on in Rondon. Otherwise, Isra is populated. Could head there. Choice is yours, really. Might find work at the festival, well, likeliest that we find work there."
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