Regal Al'nin Withernorth
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 158
Age: 26
Physical Description: Regal has a lanky profile shaped from a life of hard work but doesn't seem imposing. He is of average height with unkept- moppy-brown hair with pale-skin and green eyes. His base features were soft, and fair however with his time spent as a scout a quiet hardness has imposed its self upon his face, couple this with an un-kept beard and weathering he's become much harder, carved from marble rather than sculpted from clay. His disposition is that of a cautious man long use to the daggers in the dark. He currently only has one eye, his left. He exchanged his right eye to escape a grim fate.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a thick dark green cloak with dark brown blotches scattered around it, with a simple light brown or dark tan tunic and leggings,split by a wide leather belt. The cuffs of his pants and fitted into a snug pair of well-crafted leather boots.
He carries a maple and oak recurve bow with a set of 12 Ash arrows contained in a dark stained leather quiver on his left flank.
On his right flank is a simple blade not much longer than a knife.
He carries a small cloth knapsack as well.*
The only armor he seems to wear is the vambrace on his right arm.
[quick inventory list]["*" denotes items in the knapsack or attached to it with twine]
1x Basic dark green/brown hooded cloak
1x Tan/lightbrown Tunic
1x wide light stained leather belt.
1x tan/brown trousers.
1x pair of finely made shin height boots.
1x dark stained leather vambrace.
1x Maple/oak short composite recurve bow. ( 28" draw @ 80 lbs)
12x Ash-shaft arrows with iron broad head points and goose fetching. ( 275 gr)
1x 6 inch-needle point- steel knife with a leather grip.
1x water sack* (1.5 lt / 50 oz )
1x slice of dried* venison (9 oz)
3x small biscuit like bread loafs.*
1x 50 ft braided rope *
1x flint and steel striker set. *
1x bedroll and blanket. *
1x smaller empty cloth bag with draw string. *
1x letter "Scouting equipment order: Levanius Curio" *
1x broken telescope( on loan atm )
Player's online availability : Fairly often around 1800- 0300 EST.
Registered: May 23, 2015 20:56:09 GMT -8
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Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on Oct 24, 2017 16:29:21 GMT -8
The Kingdom of Rondón Crowds were always a bother, what with the close space and bumping into one another. Regal had never like cities, but he had been told they could be fun on the festival days, and he needed to pick his spirits up as of late. He had simply wandered from place to place doing odd jobs, with only a little of it having to do anything with his craft ; which after the incident at the Milk bar, he was fine with... No the scout had enough adventure for the moment, he was content with trying new foods, wearing different clothing than he might normally and perhaps enjoying some new conversation. The former Medan scout wore a simple black tunic with a red sash as a belt, white trousers tucked into black boots that protected the calf. He likely wouldn't be hiking through long grass or any such thing, but he had not liked the felling of the low cut shoes offered to him in Isra... He did not carry his bow, or Estoc as he might have any other town, no, a simple six inch dagger tucked into his right boot was all he wore today. His face was yet to be painted, but a few folks had made a sly comment on his eye patch-- until they discovered it was not just for show. Regal strolled through the city, keeping an eye out for any food offerings ; he had heard good things about Rondon's offerings.
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Big Bad Wolf
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Physical Description: There comes a time in the life of every child where the world seems larger than life; so full of adventure, magic, and surprises without any thought for its dangers.
It is these times when parents begin to scare their children into safety and obedience, when they begin to tell the age-old cautionary fables and fairy tales with the sole intention of using a child's imagination against them. There are countless such tales, each warning against many of the dangers a child can encounter in life - from trusting strangers, to not calling false alarms.
Yet out of all of the varied and wonderful characters of these stories, and all of the villains, there are none more condemned and reiterated than the Big Bad Wolf. All sensible children fear meeting him, and all wise adults remember the warnings derived from his tales.
But the Overworld is a magical place. A place where many tales have a basis in its long and unrecorded history. A place brimming with mystical energies that run underneath the world; through the stone of the mountains and the trees of the forests, into the words written in books and the imaginations of children.
In such a world, containing places where magic concentrates and becomes manifest in an unimaginable variety of ways, who is to say that if enough people believe in something, that something can't be brought to life? Who is to say that all the children in the world, fearing the Big Bad Wolf, haven't inadvertently created him? That he is not waiting right now in the woods, as physical as you and me, for a little girl wearing a red hood and carrying a basket of food?
But what if, in that innocent tendency of children to do so, the Big Bad Wolf was not just brought to life as an terrifying fairy tale, but as something more? As a man with a wolf's shape, who cannot possibly be pure evil, for what doesn't have just a little bit of good in them?
Registered: Oct 23, 2017 20:17:33 GMT -8
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Post by Big Bad Wolf on Oct 24, 2017 16:32:49 GMT -8
A man walked the streets of Rondon who wore no mask and whose face was not covered in patterned paint. Yet he could hardly be blamed, for unlike so many other men who were at the Festival of the Dead, this one wore instead a beard with a thickness that made up for its lack of length. His hair too, though tied back into something of a bun behind him, must have seemed equally as disheveled to all those Rondi around him. The man was clearly an outsider, a tourist. His fur clothes seemed far too northern to be of local origin and he walked the streets with an apparent interest but lacked the knowledge needed to get involved. He wasn't to keen on crowds either, but somehow the sheer amount of people around him made him feel more comfortable and alone than he would in a tavern of only a few. After all, with so many beautiful masks and faces in that sea of heads, who would in their right mind pick him out of it? He seemed content to wander, for a little while, though as it went with most things it wasn't long until he came across some sort of rapidly devolving situation. It was purely by chance that he came upon Riley ( Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake) from behind, but when he looked over the man's shoulder towards his aggressors ( The Kingdom of Rondón) he released a grumble. "There's no need to harass anyone, is there?" Asked the stranger, his voice low and gravelly.
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Aleister Crowley
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 352
Physical Description: ==============
Clothes and Equipment: ==============
Registered: May 7, 2017 7:49:10 GMT -8
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Post by Aleister Crowley on Oct 24, 2017 16:51:49 GMT -8
Aleister, much like his companion Osseus, was both amused and fascinated by the behavior of the humans in celebration of the dead. It was Aleister's regular habit to see through the veil separating the living from the dead, and even bring things back from the other side. Seeing the actions of the humans as they gained a tiny and temporary glimpse into the other side interested him greatly; as well as the actions of the dead that were able to pass back into this world relatively unmolested. As entertaining as the festival was with its elaborate costumes and bright colors, and as intellectually interesting as the behavior of the party-goers was, it paled in comparison to the feeling of ease and relief the necromancer felt walking with Osseus on his arm down the street. In Helmfirth, Aleister could (and did) have parties, and he could (and did) observe the lower forms of life in their natural state, but this was special. At home his time with Osseus had to be spent behind closed doors to avoid the appearance of impropriety, even though anyone of any importance was undoubtedly aware of their affinity for one-another. Something as simple as walking down the street arm-in-arm unnoticed by anyone around them was a welcome and rare luxury. Even the way Osseus spoke was different than back home. In Helmfirth it would have seemed extremely out of place for Osseus to excitedly beckon the lord over to a table so that they might have their faces painted with enchanted paint. Osseus's blue eyes glowing brighter and happily gesturing brought a smile to Aleister's face. "Indeed we must!" Aleister confirmed, matching Osseus's enthusiasm for the novelty. Aleister led Osseus over to what he was certain was one of many face painters scattered about the square, all busying themselves with the work of painting faces. Standing in front of one of the painters, Aleister in a long black coat with his white hair falling out from under a simple black top hat, and Osseus in its cloak, the pair stood and waited to be acknowledged by the painter. Their normal roles of seneschal and high ranking aristocrat seemed to have all but melted away, leaving only the two of them to enjoy their mutual infatuation. Spirits be damned, this was the real magic of the festival.
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Aleksandr Ganim
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Age: Roughly around mid twenties.
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Aleksandr stands around a somewhat average height of about 5'7 feet in total, just a tad shorter than what some could consider the norm for most. His whole body, particularly his legs and his upper body are built athletically, not quite rippling in strength as one would imagine but nonetheless the muscles are quite prominent given the opportunity to be seen. These muscles lack the heavy mass of strength, but instead are light enough to provide him enough agility to make his way around and the right amount of strength to use brute force when necessary. Aleksandr's skin complexion is surprisingly light and unmarked, the color itself being a strange mix between a tan but yet a very light, white color. Accompanying this is his quicksilver-like hair, shimmering brightly in the sun as though it were actually made of silver if viewed correctly, the top part of his head possessing longer strands than the locks to the side which happen to be cut shorter, though not enough to detract from the silky smoothness of his hair. Because of his half elven heritage, there are a noticeable amount of features on his face which retain these generic traits the elven people are well known to have, such as naturally sharp features, excellent bone structure, and of course narrowed eyes. Aleksandr's eyes are heterochromatic, which means that they both do not possess the same color, his right eye embued with a amber, sunset almost golden glow colored iris while his left eye contains a frighteningly stormy gray hue, a stark contrast to his much more pleasant to look at bright eye. Aleksandr can easily be considered a very attractive person to most people.
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Aleksandr's clothing will always change depending on the environment around him given the chance he's able to. Most of the time in fairly warm areas with a good amount of sunshine, he would commonly don a well fitting, gray cotton shirt over his torso which would become accompanied by either a gray or white cloak sprawling over his shoulders complete with a hood, tiny little golden engravings along the hem of the cloak. The flowing sort of 'banners' on his waistline and with his tight but relatively comfortable manner of his clothing, he makes a bit of a fashion statement in that he appears what some people would consider 'exotic'. Aleksandr also possesses the necessary means of gear for combat when needed, preferring to don a cestus commonly placed on his left arm and a traditional steel longsword just like how most others would have. OF course, Aleksandr also happens to own just about three daggers which he carries on his person, a strange, flattened knife with a serrated edge on the back with a fine edge for utility, a stilleto-like knife for armor puncturing, and an arming dagger for general combat. He also utilizes iron vambraces to protect his forearms from point strikes and on a couple of occasions could be seen donning a gambison, something he considers an excellent alternative to plate armor. It isn't uncommon for Aleksandr to utilize ranged weaponry at all, seeing his somewhat rougeish demeanor take hold. Besides the combat equipment he may carry, Aleksandr also carries trinkets and whatnot with him. On his left ear is a tiny gauge in his earlobe, not big enough to gross out others or poke a finger through it but enough to bring attention to it.
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Player's online availability : not going to be online constantly but i should have a fair amount of activity
Registered: Oct 23, 2017 16:27:35 GMT -8
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Post by Aleksandr Ganim on Oct 24, 2017 17:10:08 GMT -8
Aleksandr didn't quite turn his head immediately towards the man who had happened to whistled in his general direction since he would often find minor cases like these a misunderstanding in that the said person would be trying to get a rather different individual's attention, but no, after a couple of moments the pale male's hair had stopped flowing about in a much less violent manner than before as his uniquely colored eyes darted quickly towards the Rondi man. Craning his neck outwards just for a quick moment as his feet had to actually process itself to stop moving onwards, Aleksandr took an erratic step off of the cobblestone road and thus off of the busy street, now a sort of distance away from the man but yet still across from him only a couple of feet away. While he had slowly began to rest his spine against the wall of the building with a small sigh, he kept his curious, but all the too suspicious gaze on the rather well dressed stranger. Aleksandr's right arm laid relaxed besides him as his feet kept himself propped up against the wall just a bit, and for a fraction of a second the stranger could spot an unusual looking cestus on his left forearm.
"Swah'z dula, surah?" His pale lips parted to speak in what sounded like quite an alien tongue to the Rondi man. Even to the people around just lounging about, the language itself was unfamiliar and had an odd tone, one that was simultaneously smooth as marble, yet rough and rugged like it were coarse sandpaper. Of course, Aleksandr didn't really expect the stranger to respond in a conventional fashion, since he did have some sort of tugging suspicion in his gut about the male. An unlit herbal roll, or as the locals would call it a cigar, still being capable of producing smoke was all too strange for Aleksandr to witness. As his eyes slowly began to slowly scan the stranger's body slowly and meticulously, he non-chalantly averted his gaze just for a moment to look at the area around them. It seemed like they were besides a crowd, generally out of the way from other people. IN any case, his heterochromatic gaze returned towards the man's face, the left, almost moonlight silver eye and his right, amber golden eyes keeping themselves focused on the stranger's gaze, waiting. His eyes, while being naturally narrowed, were almost hawklike in a sense that it was essentially piercing.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 10, 2024 4:23:25 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2017 17:48:57 GMT -8
The enchantress smiled, a sly and curving thing, at Skarlet's enthusiasm, especially as she was handed the little silver-and-gold trinket. These totems -- no larger than a coin -- were specially minted and created in Selanca and brought to Rondon for this festival. " Mm, si. They will protect you from small scrapes and bruises. Most children have them," Soraya said off hand as she tossed hers -- much like a coin -- toward the children that had pulled her there. The enchantress noticed Skarlet's preoccupation with Arya Shieldheart who was enjoying the whip game alongside Sasha Pierce. " Do you know her?" Soraya asked with a tip of her head toward the white-haired whipmaster, even as the sorceress slid her arm with Skarlet's and began to walk with her toward the game. " Or perhaps you know this game?"
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Adelaide Burns
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 23
Physical Description: Adelaide has very alluring grey eyes with darker flecks towards the center. Her auburn hair is usually always in a loose braid, and sometimes small flowers are tucked between the strands of hair. She has a soft heart-shaped face with rose colored cheeks and a light dusting of freckles over her nose. She stands at around 5'9, and often wears cloaks or shawls to not draw attention towards herself. She seldom wears any type of makeup, and does not care how she appears to others.
Clothes and Equipment: She has an old bow that was crafted by her grandfather. She usually wears dresses and corsets, her favorite being a lacy green one with a darker colored corset. She is often seen in jewelry, but on rare occasions, she can be seen sporting her riding attire with boots and pants.
https://i.pinimg.com/736x/38/3a/85/383a85218bbc681e1be2ae270996b2b4--fairy-wedding-dress-medieval-wedding-dresses.jpg
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Player's online availability : 9-12pm EST.
Registered: Oct 23, 2017 13:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Adelaide Burns on Oct 24, 2017 17:59:42 GMT -8
A smile formed on her lips. She seemed hesitant for a second or two, and then suddenly nodded happily. "I would love to join you and your friends, Mira... where are they?" Her head tilted slightly to one side, and she gathered her skirts up as she stood so she wouldn't step on them. She let them drop to her feet once she was fully upright.
She turned her head to the side to redo the braid neatly, and then tucked it behind her ear. She relaxed her shoulders a bit as she found that she could trust the young woman. It seemed that Adelaide did not trust very easily, and the fact that @mireia had gained her confidence in such a short amount of time was impressive.
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Sasha Pierce
Committed
Traveling
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 30 years old
Physical Description: Sasha is tall and very toned, yet excellent genes gave her some supple curves. She has olive-toned skin, hinting at Rondi heritage, light brown eyes, and long, black hair that already has a few streaks of silver in it.
Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/jAupKNBr.jpg
and a pack of tools of her trade.
Registered: May 10, 2017 20:13:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sasha Pierce on Oct 24, 2017 18:00:59 GMT -8
She didn't get all six wicks, but from the corner of her eye, Sasha saw the blue-dressed gypsy wink his eye and make it stay lit. "Oh, so close," he said with a tut tut at her. " Mmhm," she said with a skeptic look as the man came forward and took the whip from her. He gave her the little protection trinket as her prize and pulled it out of her grasp when she reached for it. The small crowd gathered laughed a little, flirtatious comments made at the man and woman. Sasha glanced over her naked shoulder, than with a sassy smile, she swayed very close to him. His gaze immediately flared, especially as her hand swept down his body-- and gripped his balls in a painfully clenching grip.
The air was whooshed out of the gypsy's lungs as he almost doubled over and Sasha whispered something in his ear. The small crowd gathered laughed at him as he handed over the trinket.
"Gracias," she said to him, releasing his sac and taking the trinket in her fingers. Coin-shaped as it was, she rolled it over her fingers as she blew him a kiss and turned to keep walking--
when she ran right into Regal Al'nin Withernorth, dropping the trinket as their bodies clashed.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 10, 2024 4:23:25 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2017 18:06:43 GMT -8
Mireia's smile was quick on her face as Adelaide Burns decided to join her. The lady easily came to a stand, her body lean and toned. " Buen," she said, assuming that Adelaide understood the little word given her familiarity with Rondon itself. When asked about her friends, Mireia's hazel eyes moved toward the crowd that ebbed and flowed beneath the paper and flower garlands and between los escrisuenos that graced the corners and edges of doorways and stair steps. She stood up on her tip-toes to see over the dark heads of the Rondi people -- and some with flowers or feathers or hats or headdresses or dyed locks -- to try and find her friends. " Hmm... I am not sure. We were going to the cemetery however, so perhaps we will find them there." Mireia began walking and looked at Adelaide with an open yet direct look. " Do you know the game, tontorey?" she asked.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Oct 24, 2017 18:10:46 GMT -8
Roxanne tilted her head as Dona Salvadorez nudged her chin, enjoying the sensation of the cool paint against her face. She couldn't wait to be done, to look in a mirror and see the woman's handiwork. The man before her had been exquisitely painted, and she had high hopes for her own makeup.
"Encantadanza? Did I say that right? I'm sorry, my Rondi is just awful. I've never been good at languages...what do you mean, La Muerta? Who's that? Also, where did you learn to paint faces like this, to allow people to see spirits? I've never seen anything like it. Of course, I've never been very good at magic anyways..."
In fact, Roxanne had never had any sort of magical aptitude whatsoever. She'd tried to learn a few spells when she was younger, but had soon abandoned it after not being able to produce so much as a spark. It was a bit frustrating at times, having to rely on other people to cast healing spells and the like, but she'd gotten over it. Healing potions could be used by anyone, after all.
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The Kingdom of Rondón
Committed
Seeking fearless soldiers, merchants, and frontiersmen
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: 400 - 450 years old
Physical Description: Gist: Having just recently conquered their neighboring kingdom of Zephyr, Rondón is going through a golden age, and its Queen is commissioning sea captains as privateers to explore and colonize nearby islands to bring underneath Rondón's green banner.
Capital City: Vinicio, formerly Rondón
Other Major Cities: Selanca, DeRuiz, Baloncia, Brais, Port Calar, Sincaro
Primary Language: Rondi (Fantasy Spanish)
Clothes and Equipment: Ruler: Queen Xiomara Vinicio
Heir: Prince Rafael, Princess Arenna
Primary Export: Gold, stone, wine, horses, lumber, iron, olives, luxury goods
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:08:47 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Rondón on Oct 24, 2017 18:21:03 GMT -8
The Lordling had trouble keeping the fairy in the bottle, but apparently, this only amused him. He laughed and shouted something at his friends, one of which got too close to Riley and wound up getting clocked in the chin. More laughter burst from the other two fiends as the one guy fell back against a barrel. Annoyed onlookers glanced over at the four rowdy boys, assuming that Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake were a part of the group of three lordlings. The wine bottle burst and it cut the Lordling's hands as pieces fell to the cobblestone, glass and gold alike down by his highly polished boots. " Ay!" He yelled loudly... and it was that wound that suddenly took the laughter off of the three young men's faces and throats, their skull-painted faces not smiling anymore, no. Of course, they weren't going to beat Riley here of all places. They spoke to Riley, a threat laced in their taunting Rondi statements until the gruff voice of the Big Bad Wolf . Their gaze slipped from Riley to the Northern-looking man standing behind him. His overall appearance was scraggy at best, and was not impressing the other Rondi people. However....They were now getting attention that they didn't want to have. 2 on 3 was a far more fair fight, and the main lordling's hand was bleeding. His friends were scowling, but he suddenly grinned and spoke in accented Common. " No trouble. Just a game, eh? Just a tontorey," he said. " Perhaps more like tontonto," he quipped, making his friends chuckled. The Lordling lifted his hands in mock defeat, one of them bloody and running down his wrist as he backed away, his friends following him. It didn't feel like this would be the last Riley and Cheesecake and Wolf saw of them, however....
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Oct 24, 2017 18:28:55 GMT -8
So this charm wouldn't be all that useful to Skarlet, still it was a souveneir so she puts it away. She walks toward the whip game with @soraya , not noticing her arm near hers until they were there.
"Well, I don't know her well personally, she works for my mother. Um, I don't know this game, I've never handled a whip." Her mother seemed to be a fan of having whips in certain rooms, but Skarlet had never tried to crack one. She then saw what Sasha did to that poor man, oof."Ouch, maybe I could try it. Just for fun."
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It took her a bit to figure out how to use the whip, but at the end she had gotten at least a few of the candles, not too bad!1-6
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The Kingdom of Rondón
Committed
Seeking fearless soldiers, merchants, and frontiersmen
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: 400 - 450 years old
Physical Description: Gist: Having just recently conquered their neighboring kingdom of Zephyr, Rondón is going through a golden age, and its Queen is commissioning sea captains as privateers to explore and colonize nearby islands to bring underneath Rondón's green banner.
Capital City: Vinicio, formerly Rondón
Other Major Cities: Selanca, DeRuiz, Baloncia, Brais, Port Calar, Sincaro
Primary Language: Rondi (Fantasy Spanish)
Clothes and Equipment: Ruler: Queen Xiomara Vinicio
Heir: Prince Rafael, Princess Arenna
Primary Export: Gold, stone, wine, horses, lumber, iron, olives, luxury goods
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:08:47 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Rondón on Oct 24, 2017 18:36:29 GMT -8
Roxanne Fletcher was certainly a talker and it made Dona Salvadorez chuckle, especially as she struggled to say the courtesy in Rondi. " With practice, you will improve," the woman said, reaching into her brightly colored pots of paints to decorate Roxanne's face with flowers and swirls, complimenting the bone structure of the woman's face. " LaMuerta is the Rondi Goddess of the Dead," Dona Salvadorez said, glancing up when Osseus and Aelister came by her stall. She smiled, but her gaze swept their costumes before turning back to finish her work. " She is the most beautiful woman to have ever existed, in this world or the next," Dona Salvadorez said. " She is a mother we return home to, the one who will chase away our fears and make us feel safe and whole," the woman went on to say as she deftly worked on Roxanne's face, understanding that the more the Dona spoke, the more likely it was that Roxanne would stay still enough to paint the woman's face. " She is without age or sickness, without hunger or thirst. She is a blessed relief and a safe haven for the Spirits, with halls filled with candlelight and sugar. Rondon is so very honored to have her patronage, to be blessed by her, so we try our best to honor her year after year. LaVerbana was begun by LoSueno, her lover and consort, who knew how lonely she was in Quetzomichu, the land of the dead." She leaned back, finally, and smiled at Roxanne as she put down her brushed and reached for the bag of powder, same as she had done with the gentleman before Roxanne. " Are you ready?" Dona asked. If Roxanne had been paying attention, she knew the next step was the enchanted powder blown onto her face. ___________________________________________________ ___________________________________________________
Aleksandr Ganim was a cautious one, and leaned against the opposite wall so the dapper dressed Rondi man and the odd-eyed foreign one stood like mock guardians of a narrow alleyway. His trepidation made the man smile, an odd green-ish hue shining in the depths of his dark Rondi eyes for a moment. "Ye'kotashi, surah," he answered to Aleksandr's statement once he pulled his flameless cigar from his mouth. His painted guitar still hung down his back, but the Rondi man seemed in no hurry to reach for it. And yet, still, none of the Rondi even seemed to notice him. Indeed, it seemed that they weren't noticing Aleksandr anymore either. " You should paint your face," the Rondi man said, nodding toward the distance where the sun was threatening to sink over the forest-edged hills. " It will be dark soon, and you will want to see everything very clearly." His grin was mischievous as he puffed once more on his cigar.
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Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 121
Age: 25
Physical Description: Riley Fletcher is a red-haired human standing 6 feet in height, with the body of a trained soldier. His hair has been described as "red and floppy" and his clothes always seem to be their cleanest. Cheesecake is a fairy standing 6 inches in height, wearing a pink skirt. She has short blonde hair with a tiny cowlick that never seems to go away no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Riley's normal attire includes his red armor and green-tinted plate pieces and his green scythe with an amber blade. The scythe was a gift from the archfey themselves. Riley will be the first to admit a scythe isn't actually a viable weapon but the archfey, living in another plane of existence and having no idea what humans consider weapons, gifted him one thinking that because "it's super awesome-looking" it must be a proper weapon.
He keeps a longsword and shield as a backup for when the archfey are proven wrong. Along with his weapon, Riley carries with him standard adventuring gear as well as healing potions for when they're traveling. Cheesecake's small size means she's not able to carry much more than her rapier (essentially a metal toothpick).
Registered: Aug 23, 2017 9:00:03 GMT -8
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Post by Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake on Oct 24, 2017 18:39:16 GMT -8
The Lordling had trouble keeping the fairy in the bottle, but apparently, this only amused him. He laughed and shouted something at his friends, one of which got too close to Riley and wound up getting clocked in the chin. More laughter burst from the other two fiends as the one guy fell back against a barrel. Annoyed onlookers glanced over at the four rowdy boys, assuming that Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake were a part of the group of three lordlings. The wine bottle burst and it cut the Lordling's hands as pieces fell to the cobblestone, glass and gold alike down by his highly polished boots. " Ay!" He yelled loudly... and it was that wound that suddenly took the laughter off of the three young men's faces and throats, their skull-painted faces not smiling anymore, no. Of course, they weren't going to beat Riley here of all places. They spoke to Riley, a threat laced in their taunting Rondi statements until the gruff voice of the Big Bad Wolf . Their gaze slipped from Riley to the Northern-looking man standing behind him. His overall appearance was scraggy at best, and was not impressing the other Rondi people. However....They were now getting attention that they didn't want to have. 2 on 3 was a far more fair fight, and the main lordling's hand was bleeding. His friends were scowling, but he suddenly grinned and spoke in accented Common. " No trouble. Just a game, eh? Just a tontorey," he said. " Perhaps more like tontonto," he quipped, making his friends chuckled. The Lordling lifted his hands in mock defeat, one of them bloody and running down his wrist as he backed away, his friends following him. It didn't feel like this would be the last Riley and Cheesecake and Wolf saw of them, however.... Cheesecake pointed to her eyes with two fingers then pointed to the Lordling, squinting silently as the group walked away. Riley lowered his hands and sighed, turning to face Big Bad Wolf. "Thanks for the backup there," He said as he moved back a little to properly shake the taller man's hand, "No idea what they were trying to do but it wasn't funny. Riley Fletcher. This is my companion, Cheesecake. Please to meet you, sir." Cheesecake's puffy, grumpy face turned into a happy grin as she waved to the new man with a cheery squeak.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 10, 2024 4:23:25 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2017 18:52:10 GMT -8
" Hm," Soraya said as she and Skarlet walked closer to the game. " And who is your mother?" Soraya asked, right before Sasha gave the blue-clad gypsyman a lesson in dealing with Rondi women. After all, Rondi women were notoriously temperamental. They was a certain spice in the blood that could only be found in Rondon, and Soraya was extremely proud of it. She was sure that Queen Xiomara was also fond of it as well. The sorceress laughed, the silky sound calling attention to the sensuous woman and her low-cut gown with sleeves that draped low on her arms. " You will never know until you try!" Skarlet was fairly decent at the game, getting three candles. The gypsy man did not try the same trick with Skarlet as he had with Sasha, and instead gifted the young-looking woman with a crown of brightly colored flowers and ribbons, much like what most girls and women were wearing. " Bravo otro ves," Soraya said, a gleam in her Rondi eyes. And as Osseus and Aleister Crowley passed by them in order to go get their faces painted.... Soraya's sly gaze followed them for a moment. They were dressed like skeletons, even seemed to be walking skeletons with a flesh bag. Very dedicated to the occasion, perhaps... Or...?
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Big Bad Wolf
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Physical Description: There comes a time in the life of every child where the world seems larger than life; so full of adventure, magic, and surprises without any thought for its dangers.
It is these times when parents begin to scare their children into safety and obedience, when they begin to tell the age-old cautionary fables and fairy tales with the sole intention of using a child's imagination against them. There are countless such tales, each warning against many of the dangers a child can encounter in life - from trusting strangers, to not calling false alarms.
Yet out of all of the varied and wonderful characters of these stories, and all of the villains, there are none more condemned and reiterated than the Big Bad Wolf. All sensible children fear meeting him, and all wise adults remember the warnings derived from his tales.
But the Overworld is a magical place. A place where many tales have a basis in its long and unrecorded history. A place brimming with mystical energies that run underneath the world; through the stone of the mountains and the trees of the forests, into the words written in books and the imaginations of children.
In such a world, containing places where magic concentrates and becomes manifest in an unimaginable variety of ways, who is to say that if enough people believe in something, that something can't be brought to life? Who is to say that all the children in the world, fearing the Big Bad Wolf, haven't inadvertently created him? That he is not waiting right now in the woods, as physical as you and me, for a little girl wearing a red hood and carrying a basket of food?
But what if, in that innocent tendency of children to do so, the Big Bad Wolf was not just brought to life as an terrifying fairy tale, but as something more? As a man with a wolf's shape, who cannot possibly be pure evil, for what doesn't have just a little bit of good in them?
Registered: Oct 23, 2017 20:17:33 GMT -8
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Post by Big Bad Wolf on Oct 24, 2017 19:01:33 GMT -8
The man watched the lordlings through eyes that shone with an unnatural brightness and colour in the dark, but they seemed to pale in comparison to his teeth. His teeth were bright white, with some of them larger and more pointed than a man's aught to be - though they could only be seen when the man parted his lips to impart a growl so soft that it could be taken for a slightly raspy breath. "Yes," he replied to them. "Just a game. Just a, as you say, a 'tontorey'..." His eyes seemed to pass over the lordling's bloody hand, causing a chill to creep up his spine and pass from his lips in an inaudible sigh. He was no vampire, but he could not deny that he liked his meat bloody.. And such meat did not always come from animals. "It means 'fool or king', doesn't it?" He asked, the gruffness of his voice only deepening the more he spoke, like he lacked the air in his lungs to properly express it. "I heard that somewhere. So when you say 'perhaps more like a tontonto', I can only assume that means 'fool or fool'. Is that what you're doing?" There was something unpleasant taking over this stranger, this dangerous wanderer... "...Are you calling me a fool?" Yet it seemed they were leaving now, and the man saw no reason to follow them or pursue the matter any further. He was sure that by now they wouldn't care for making their situation any more dire. Instead he turned to Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake, but didn't accept the man's attempt at a handshake. It seemed he was still a little too riled up to take notice of social pleasantries. "Some people just can't help themselves. They end up being the subject of cautionary tales," he replied. "But I'm sure that they won't bother trying that again - not until their testicles fall back out of their stomachs, at least." ( Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake The Kingdom of Rondón )
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Aleksandr Ganim
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Age: Roughly around mid twenties.
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Aleksandr stands around a somewhat average height of about 5'7 feet in total, just a tad shorter than what some could consider the norm for most. His whole body, particularly his legs and his upper body are built athletically, not quite rippling in strength as one would imagine but nonetheless the muscles are quite prominent given the opportunity to be seen. These muscles lack the heavy mass of strength, but instead are light enough to provide him enough agility to make his way around and the right amount of strength to use brute force when necessary. Aleksandr's skin complexion is surprisingly light and unmarked, the color itself being a strange mix between a tan but yet a very light, white color. Accompanying this is his quicksilver-like hair, shimmering brightly in the sun as though it were actually made of silver if viewed correctly, the top part of his head possessing longer strands than the locks to the side which happen to be cut shorter, though not enough to detract from the silky smoothness of his hair. Because of his half elven heritage, there are a noticeable amount of features on his face which retain these generic traits the elven people are well known to have, such as naturally sharp features, excellent bone structure, and of course narrowed eyes. Aleksandr's eyes are heterochromatic, which means that they both do not possess the same color, his right eye embued with a amber, sunset almost golden glow colored iris while his left eye contains a frighteningly stormy gray hue, a stark contrast to his much more pleasant to look at bright eye. Aleksandr can easily be considered a very attractive person to most people.
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Aleksandr's clothing will always change depending on the environment around him given the chance he's able to. Most of the time in fairly warm areas with a good amount of sunshine, he would commonly don a well fitting, gray cotton shirt over his torso which would become accompanied by either a gray or white cloak sprawling over his shoulders complete with a hood, tiny little golden engravings along the hem of the cloak. The flowing sort of 'banners' on his waistline and with his tight but relatively comfortable manner of his clothing, he makes a bit of a fashion statement in that he appears what some people would consider 'exotic'. Aleksandr also possesses the necessary means of gear for combat when needed, preferring to don a cestus commonly placed on his left arm and a traditional steel longsword just like how most others would have. OF course, Aleksandr also happens to own just about three daggers which he carries on his person, a strange, flattened knife with a serrated edge on the back with a fine edge for utility, a stilleto-like knife for armor puncturing, and an arming dagger for general combat. He also utilizes iron vambraces to protect his forearms from point strikes and on a couple of occasions could be seen donning a gambison, something he considers an excellent alternative to plate armor. It isn't uncommon for Aleksandr to utilize ranged weaponry at all, seeing his somewhat rougeish demeanor take hold. Besides the combat equipment he may carry, Aleksandr also carries trinkets and whatnot with him. On his left ear is a tiny gauge in his earlobe, not big enough to gross out others or poke a finger through it but enough to bring attention to it.
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Player's online availability : not going to be online constantly but i should have a fair amount of activity
Registered: Oct 23, 2017 16:27:35 GMT -8
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Post by Aleksandr Ganim on Oct 24, 2017 19:15:57 GMT -8
Just as the words in Aleksandr's native tongue left the dapper stranger's mouth, his own eyebrows couldn't help but quirk up in a curious, albeit cautious manner as his eyes narrowed even further, the suspicion further brewing within him. Who exactly was this guy and why did he show a particular interest to him? Aleksandr knew that he didn't know this unfamiliar stranger at all to the best of his knowledge, especially due to the fact he didn't know many Rondi people in his travels. Even though he was confronted by this oddity of a man, this merely just piqued his interest in the matter further.
Aleksandr didn't respond vocally to the man yet, only offering a soft nod with the shimmer within his quicksilver hair slowly fading as the bright, orange sun was soon slowly sinking into the horizon. He had a good idea as to why the man brought up the topic of the mask and such due to the numerous rumors or as the locals like to call it, 'facts' about this festival. Finally after some time passed with his eyes observing a couple of fairly pretty women walking past him and merging with the crowd, he turned his head back towards him. "I've been yearning to take in the ethereal beauty i've been told of oh so much." HIs voice was accented, it being about just as thick as the Rondi man, save for the fact that it was different in the way it sounded. Almost an elvish and eastern mix. Aleksandr paused, parting his lips for a moment before actually turning his face to respond to him with eye contact. "'Tis true that these facepaints your people are fond of allow them to see the spirits of old?" At this point, he sounded more curious than he actually looked to be, which was still having a hint of suspicion. He wasn't going to question the man of how he knew his own native tongue, yet.
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Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 121
Age: 25
Physical Description: Riley Fletcher is a red-haired human standing 6 feet in height, with the body of a trained soldier. His hair has been described as "red and floppy" and his clothes always seem to be their cleanest. Cheesecake is a fairy standing 6 inches in height, wearing a pink skirt. She has short blonde hair with a tiny cowlick that never seems to go away no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Riley's normal attire includes his red armor and green-tinted plate pieces and his green scythe with an amber blade. The scythe was a gift from the archfey themselves. Riley will be the first to admit a scythe isn't actually a viable weapon but the archfey, living in another plane of existence and having no idea what humans consider weapons, gifted him one thinking that because "it's super awesome-looking" it must be a proper weapon.
He keeps a longsword and shield as a backup for when the archfey are proven wrong. Along with his weapon, Riley carries with him standard adventuring gear as well as healing potions for when they're traveling. Cheesecake's small size means she's not able to carry much more than her rapier (essentially a metal toothpick).
Registered: Aug 23, 2017 9:00:03 GMT -8
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Post by Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake on Oct 24, 2017 19:20:10 GMT -8
The man watched the lordlings through eyes that shone with an unnatural brightness and colour in the dark, but they seemed to pale in comparison to his teeth. His teeth were bright white, with some of them larger and more pointed than a man's aught to be - though they could only be seen when the man parted his lips to impart a growl so soft that it could be taken for a slightly raspy breath. "Yes," he replied to them. "Just a game. Just a, as you say, a 'tontorey'..." His eyes seemed to pass over the lordling's bloody hand, causing a chill to creep up his spine and pass from his lips in an inaudible sigh. He was no vampire, but he could not deny that he liked his meat bloody.. And such meat did not always come from animals. "It means 'fool or king', doesn't it?" He asked, the gruffness of his voice only deepening the more he spoke, like he lacked the air in his lungs to properly express it. "I heard that somewhere. So when you say 'perhaps more like a tontonto', I can only assume that means 'fool or fool'. Is that what you're doing?" There was something unpleasant taking over this stranger, this dangerous wanderer... "...Are you calling me a fool?" Yet it seemed they were leaving now, and the man saw no reason to follow them or pursue the matter any further. He was sure that by now they wouldn't care for making their situation any more dire. Instead he turned to Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake , but didn't accept the man's attempt at a handshake. It seemed he was still a little too riled up to take notice of social pleasantries. "Some people just can't help themselves. They end up being the subject of cautionary tales," he replied. "But I'm sure that they won't bother trying that again - not until their testicles fall back out of their stomachs, at least." ( Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake The Kingdom of Rondón ) Riley chuckled. He was used to bigger, scarier people, the man's serious tone didn't phase him. "Well, assuming they had them at all! How about I buy you a drink? I was about to get my friend something to eat anyway, it'd be my way of showing thanks. Know any good brews being sold in the area?" He asked as he looked around. Cheesecake, meanwhile, went to retrieve her mask from the ground and gently dusted it off before placing it back over her entire body.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Oct 24, 2017 19:27:19 GMT -8
Goddess of the dead...Roxanne found it odd that they seemed to hold her in such high regard. Weren't gods of the dead usually awful monsters focused on taking more souls for themselves, or riders on horses snatching the life from people with lassos? These Rondi had odd customs...but she wasn't going to complain, if it caused these festivals. She could almost taste the sweet bread already. When she saw the bag of magic powder, she nodded.
"Yes, I'm ready. You know, where I'm from, the god of death isn't nearly so nice and pretty...he's a giant whale, who gulps people up when they die. They live on in his belly and drink and fight and party...I dunno though, it probably smells like fish all the time. Returning to a comforting mother sounds much better..."
She sighed and fell silent, remembering her own mother, who'd died of an illness when she was young. Would she see her here? Of course not, why would her mother ever end up in Rondon? Still...perhaps there was a chance.
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The Kingdom of Rondón
Committed
Seeking fearless soldiers, merchants, and frontiersmen
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: 400 - 450 years old
Physical Description: Gist: Having just recently conquered their neighboring kingdom of Zephyr, Rondón is going through a golden age, and its Queen is commissioning sea captains as privateers to explore and colonize nearby islands to bring underneath Rondón's green banner.
Capital City: Vinicio, formerly Rondón
Other Major Cities: Selanca, DeRuiz, Baloncia, Brais, Port Calar, Sincaro
Primary Language: Rondi (Fantasy Spanish)
Clothes and Equipment: Ruler: Queen Xiomara Vinicio
Heir: Prince Rafael, Princess Arenna
Primary Export: Gold, stone, wine, horses, lumber, iron, olives, luxury goods
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:08:47 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Rondón on Oct 24, 2017 19:30:59 GMT -8
The dapper Rondi man continued to 'smoke' his cigar, an amused expression on his face as he kept his steady gaze on Aleksandr Ganim. Clearly, he was not intimidated by the man's outward appearance, nor his language, nor his mannerism. He seemed to be above it all. A brow arched, but the movement was barely noticeable considering the amount of make up her wore on his face. "Is that so?" he asked, the question rhetorical when Aleksandr mentioned he was merely in Rondon to take in the beauty. The stranger's grin was quick and bright, a small chuckle leaving his lips. "For people like you, the paint will work. The Rondi have a special connection with the dead," the man went on to say. "You will see it. I am assuming you have never before witnessed LaDanze de LaMuerta?"
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Aleksandr Ganim
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Age: Roughly around mid twenties.
Physical Description: =======================================================
Aleksandr stands around a somewhat average height of about 5'7 feet in total, just a tad shorter than what some could consider the norm for most. His whole body, particularly his legs and his upper body are built athletically, not quite rippling in strength as one would imagine but nonetheless the muscles are quite prominent given the opportunity to be seen. These muscles lack the heavy mass of strength, but instead are light enough to provide him enough agility to make his way around and the right amount of strength to use brute force when necessary. Aleksandr's skin complexion is surprisingly light and unmarked, the color itself being a strange mix between a tan but yet a very light, white color. Accompanying this is his quicksilver-like hair, shimmering brightly in the sun as though it were actually made of silver if viewed correctly, the top part of his head possessing longer strands than the locks to the side which happen to be cut shorter, though not enough to detract from the silky smoothness of his hair. Because of his half elven heritage, there are a noticeable amount of features on his face which retain these generic traits the elven people are well known to have, such as naturally sharp features, excellent bone structure, and of course narrowed eyes. Aleksandr's eyes are heterochromatic, which means that they both do not possess the same color, his right eye embued with a amber, sunset almost golden glow colored iris while his left eye contains a frighteningly stormy gray hue, a stark contrast to his much more pleasant to look at bright eye. Aleksandr can easily be considered a very attractive person to most people.
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Clothes and Equipment: =======================================================
Aleksandr's clothing will always change depending on the environment around him given the chance he's able to. Most of the time in fairly warm areas with a good amount of sunshine, he would commonly don a well fitting, gray cotton shirt over his torso which would become accompanied by either a gray or white cloak sprawling over his shoulders complete with a hood, tiny little golden engravings along the hem of the cloak. The flowing sort of 'banners' on his waistline and with his tight but relatively comfortable manner of his clothing, he makes a bit of a fashion statement in that he appears what some people would consider 'exotic'. Aleksandr also possesses the necessary means of gear for combat when needed, preferring to don a cestus commonly placed on his left arm and a traditional steel longsword just like how most others would have. OF course, Aleksandr also happens to own just about three daggers which he carries on his person, a strange, flattened knife with a serrated edge on the back with a fine edge for utility, a stilleto-like knife for armor puncturing, and an arming dagger for general combat. He also utilizes iron vambraces to protect his forearms from point strikes and on a couple of occasions could be seen donning a gambison, something he considers an excellent alternative to plate armor. It isn't uncommon for Aleksandr to utilize ranged weaponry at all, seeing his somewhat rougeish demeanor take hold. Besides the combat equipment he may carry, Aleksandr also carries trinkets and whatnot with him. On his left ear is a tiny gauge in his earlobe, not big enough to gross out others or poke a finger through it but enough to bring attention to it.
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Player's online availability : not going to be online constantly but i should have a fair amount of activity
Registered: Oct 23, 2017 16:27:35 GMT -8
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Post by Aleksandr Ganim on Oct 24, 2017 19:45:36 GMT -8
"It is so." He responded to him with a softer tone, though it was a little more than audible on his behalf, though when this happened it made his accent become even more prominent. Aleksandr's eyebrow slowly slid back into its neutral position on his face as his expression just barely softened from being full-on suspicious to just a rather low tensity. His body was definitely a lot more relaxed than mere moments ago which most likely was an improvement on both of their parts.
Aleksandr nodded towards the stranger as he listened to him closely. Were the Rondi really able to commune so closely with the dead? He hadn't really heard about this at all in his travels, so hearing about this first hand definitely sparked even more interest. He ran his tongue over his lips momentarily before responding "And of course, your assumption is correct. Haven't seized the opportunity to do so when I had first visited Rondon with a couple of my family members long ago." Aleksandr was still a bit iffy about the paint and masks granting the ability to see the dead at night considering the fact that with the most trivial sort of items, it seemed like it was possible. However, there were a whole lot of other oddities he had encountered on his journey stranger than enchanted masks and face paint, so he didn't completely disregard this.
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