Argat Khan
New
nice goin, genghis
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: Early Fourties
Physical Description: Argat stands at a staggering 6'10, with long black hair paired with a thin moustache and beard. He has tremendous upper body strength, showing off muscles and flesh and whatnot. He has a scar running down his right cheek, his eyes a pale orange, his pupils slanted like a hawk.
Clothes and Equipment: Argat bears a cloak made out of a bear split in two, one half of the head resting on his right shoulder and the other half on the left. He wears a padded silk and metal chestplate underneath the long bear coat, bearing his clans symbol. He wears leather greaves and boots made out of bear skin. He wields his families' longbow, carved and made exquisitely for him and his kin, and a darksteel sabre with a golden pommel. He rides his horse pretty much everywhere he goes, being his companion and one of his best methods of combat.
Registered: Oct 24, 2017 20:15:33 GMT -8
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Post by Argat Khan on Oct 26, 2017 22:00:15 GMT -8
Argat viewed over the potions, looking at the assortment she had, and at the crystal ball. "What's the crystal ball for?" He crossed his arms, his orange eyes emitting a pale glow in the darkish streets.
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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 27, 2017 5:52:02 GMT -8
Roxanne wandered over to the potion booth as well, intrigued at the display of magic. She'd never understood how people did it, but that didn't stop her from enjoying it. Besides, potion sellers were interesting. Sometimes they had useful drafts and tinctures, other times they had sugar water with coloring in it. Still, given the floating booth, she was inclined to believe that this was the real deal. She adjusted the flowery head-dress that she'd won in the cork game, and chewed on a piece of sweet bread that she'd purchased. Stepping up beside Argat Khan, she looked over the table to Belladonna, The Poison Witch. "Yes, what is that thing for? Do you tell fortunes?" She glanced over at the man beside her as well, curious. Where had he come from? He certainly didn't look Rondi. Perhaps he was a foreigner, like her...
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Belladonna, The Poison Witch
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 150(ish), However looks to be in her 30s
Physical Description: Stands at 5ft10. Belladonna has waist length, pin straight black hair that is cut evenly, and low blunt bangs help frame her heart shaped face. She has a cream colored skin tone made natural by a rosiness in her cheeks. Her eyes are silvery with a hint of blue in them. Her lips are painted a dark red. Her nails are kept a bit long and groomed into rounded pointed tips and painted a similar color as her lips.
Clothes and Equipment: Belladonna's clothing is subject to change, but she holds a preference for dark moody colors. Fir green, Burgundy, Merlot, dark purples and of course black all fit into her usual color scheme. She dresses conservatively, nearly always wearing long loose sleeves and a high collar. All dress skirts are ankle length, unless she chooses to wear pants (Usually during travel). Her most common item is her black hooded cape with the lunar cycle embroidered on it.
In terms of equipment, Belladonna travels light. An old, twisted willow wood staff cradling a crystal ball is generally used as a walking stick, though it also carries magical properties. On her waist, she wears a Utility belt. The right side, a pocket book hangs, while on the left, vials of potions are at the ready. (1 accelerated healing, 1 poison vial, 1 rejuvenating potion). the belt also has an empty pouch where ingredients may be stored when found and cultivated.
Player's online availability : Daily
Registered: Oct 26, 2017 19:04:36 GMT -8
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Post by Belladonna, The Poison Witch on Oct 27, 2017 6:26:46 GMT -8
Belladonna rose and eyebrow from behind her mask. Of all the things they could ask about, she didn't think it would be her crystal ball. A chuckle rose out from behind the mask. "This crystal ball does all, From divination to the secrets of your imagination. For the handsome man, would you be interested in feats of strength? I have a potion for that. For you, fair lady, Do you perhaps fear the passage of time? I have a brew to ward off the passage of time from your beauty." she ofeered while pointing to each appropriate potion in question.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Oct 27, 2017 8:59:06 GMT -8
Leaving Blackbean to comfort Rawr Rawr was perhaps a mistake. Not because it didn't work, rather because the little boy now had the crow in a death grip of a hug. The crow wasn't getting hurt exactly but the kid had latched on to him like he was some kind of protective talisman that would keep the spooky dead people away.
Jun explains the game of Tontorey to Alden and he is about to decline. He could see the potential disaster looming if they did it. However, the kids heard her say it and their eyes light up. "We can talk to the ghosts?" "They might give us treats." "Daddy lets go! Lets go!" Closing his eyes he resigns himself to the inevitable. His kids had utterly missed the part about maybe going blind and or deaf. So they followed Jun through the festival until they came to a headstone. Jun's reaction to being stricken deaf makes the kids laugh. It was silly to watch her talk all loud.
Then five pairs of lungs bellow out the word in their tiny voices. "TONTOREY!"
Naoki: G_fBOefE1-20 Moonflower: 1-20 Juniper: 1-20 Caleb: 1-20 Kae: 1-20
To Alden's extreme relief nothing happens except for a coin to drop into Caleb's hands. Some of his kids probably would have handled the temporary hearing loss or blindness well and by some he meant Naoki. The others would have almost certainly cried. As it stands little Naoki seems quite irritated with her brother, her tail bristling slightly. The ghosts only gave you a coin if you were mistaken for royalty and Caleb was the least royal person she knew in her opinion. Meanwhile, he holds up the coin happy as a clam. "I got a treasure! This is my first treasure this counts as my first adventure! I'm an adventurer now!" He dances about waving it proudly for all to see.1-20·1-20·1-20·1-20·1-20
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 10, 2024 10:33:40 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2017 9:25:34 GMT -8
" It is better than buying a mask," Soraya said, leading Skarlet toward the woman who was busy painting faces. " Trust me." She looked to the horizon that was steadily becoming more skarlet, more violet, the last rays of the sun shining like red-gold over the buildings and sways of paper. " Mm, it looks like I must be on my way," the voluptuous sorceress said with a gleam in her eye. " Enjoy yourself, and remember to eat the sweet bread," Soraya winked at Skarlet before she moved through the crowds and saw Big Bad Wolf standing to the side. He wore no make up, he wore no mask, and he looked prickly and distant, as if he didn't want anyone to speak to him. Of course, the scarlet-dressed bruja walked straight up to him. " You'll want a mask once the sun sets, at the very least," she told him in her sultry Rondi-accented Common, her eyes sparkling with unspoken secrets and dark humor. She shrugged a naked shoulder. " Or keep drinking here and watch life pass you by." Soraya winked at him, and then drifted away into the colorful swirl of the crowd. There were definitely far more people in the streets as those who worked beyond the walls returned home in eagerness for LaDanza de LaMuerta[/font]
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 10, 2024 10:33:40 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2017 9:31:21 GMT -8
Adelaide Burns seemed to have faded away from Mireia's side as if she herself were part ghost, and the young Rondi woman blinked in surprised. She turned around, standing near the gate as Alden Marshal and Jun of the Celadine swept by with their tons of laughing, skull-painted children. Mireia smiled to see a young family, Alden the father, Jun the mother, and their children all wearing cute cat ears and tails -- and turned to go into the graveyard when she bumped into Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake . " Ah! Escuse," She said in Rondi and caught her slipping shawl that she usually kept over her shoulders. She noticed immediately that he was foreign -- he was pale, tall, red-haired, and did not wear any of the Verbana make up or hats. " You do not have a mask! You will miss so much excitement," Mira said to him with a friendly smile. She was a pretty little Rondi thing, although her bare arms and shoulders (save for that woven shawl) displayed a sleek strength that hinted to a more athletic past time than the skirts she was wearing now. " LaDanza will begin very soon, but until then... are you here to play Tontorey, or to pray at un escrisueno?"
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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 27, 2017 9:40:13 GMT -8
As @mireia mentioned no mask, Riley would carefully grab Cheesecake in her mask and show her off.
"Uh, I already have a mask, actually..." He said sheepishly. Cheesecake let out another low chirp and wiggled her hand, as if attempting to wave. He placed her back on his head where she fell asleep once more. At the same time, he turned back to the gravestones.
"I'm here to pray, yeah. I have a....few friends I lost in the past, I wanted to pay my respects for them. See, I used to be in the military...you can probably guess what happened."
He chuckled slightly but he still frowned soon after. A look of mourning drowned his face.
"Thing is...I feel like it's my fault for their death. I was a guardsman, I should've been able to keep them safe."
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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 27, 2017 9:42:20 GMT -8
Another one of those quicksilver smile flashed over her face as she read Regal Al'nin Withernorth easily. He was into her. Like, into her. Then again, she'd already sensed that outside the Milk Tavern before they'd parted ways.
She could also tell that he was trying to place where he knew her, but her skull paint was inhibiting it. Her laughing eyes turned away from his so he could actually look around them. "Mm. I don't always come back, but I try to make it to one of the festivals. No one knows how to party quite like the Rondi do."
There was a growing sense of excitement among the people in the streets as people quickly began to purchase masks or get their faces painted.
Sasha stepped closer to him when a rush of people went by then looked back into his face. A mild look of concern crossed her features. "What happened to your eye?"
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 10, 2024 10:33:40 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2017 9:48:04 GMT -8
Her hazel eyes lifted to look at the mask and the sleepy fairy who waved at her. Another smile touched Mira's lips, and her thick lashes fluttered for a moment as she took in Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake's appearance once more. She began to walk beside him, deeper into the cemetery. There was no music here, but the feeling of celebration and, most importantly, love was heavy in the air here. Unlike so many other celebrations of death -- which might have seemed nefarious or might have seemed sad -- LaVerbana de LaMuerta was truly a celebration of the lives that the spirits had lived, their grace and legacy that went on even after they departed, and the genuine hope that they were resting well in the embrace of LaMuerta. " I think it is good you came to Rondon, then," she said to Riley as they walked among the unique gravestones, the glittering candles of los escrisuenos on each one, surrounded by flowers and idols and trinkets and sweet breads and candies and other things to make them beautiful for this week of festivities. " There is no guilt here. The dead are gone, but not forgotten. They are in a beautiful place, welcomed and loved by LaMuerta," Mireia said. " My mother is with her. You can pray at my escrisueno if you like?"
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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 27, 2017 10:01:31 GMT -8
Dona Salvadorez smiled at Skarlet as she was lead over to her by La Bruja Rosa, @soraya .
"Another foreign beauty," Dona Salvadorez complimented. Her face was covered in make up and she wore a more traditional, old-fashioned gown than some of the other beautiful ladies that were becoming more and more prominent around them. "Are you enjoying LaVerbana so far?" the woman said as she began to paint Skarlet's face white for the base all around the young woman's heart-shaped face.
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The man grinned across the distance at Aleksandr Ganim , exhaling smoke from the unlit cigar as he pushed off from the wall and crossed the distance so he stood closer to Aleksandr. " Or," he said, " they might find you, like I found you." The dapper gentleman grinned. He glanced up at the coming dusk, and indeed, it made the man's eyes seem to... glow. When he smiled, even the white of his teeth had a certain glow about them, and yet still, he went unnoticed by anyone else. " It seems I will be busy very soon. Enjoy the festivities, Aleksandr," he said with a bow of his head.
His cigar just disappeared and he swung his guitar so it rested in his hands. He strolled away, a few steps, then paused, and turned back to him. "I think, however, that this is not the last time we will meet. No, I think you will need some time to get your... shall we say, business? ... in order." Another one of those gamine grins and he strummed a cord on his decorated guitar.
Immediately, Aleksandr could feel a deep, deep seeded magic begin to hum in Aleksandr's own blood. There was something new about him. Something different. A gift from LoSueno, whose glowing smile was all that was left as the rest of him faded... and then all of him was gone in the dusk.
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The Rondi Lordling flexed his hand as one of his girl friends nursed the cut on his hand back to health. After accosting Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake and Big Bad Wolf , the Lordling and his friends had faded away, and his pride was still pricked. Still, that a spirit didn't intervene, didn't do anything to those foreigners?
He wondered if he'd upset LaMuerta. Or, perhaps, he just needed to bide his time and wait for a moment to strike at either one of the men again. For now, however, they were elsewhere in the city, and as a bandage was wrapped around his hand, the young man noticed a sweet little foreign honey walk by, none-other than the whip-wielding Arya Shieldheart .
He instantly moved from his group of friends, leaving the new girls with the boys as he made to fall into step and shot Arya a charming grin. "Ola, senorita," he said to her. "Are you looking for some entertainment for the evening?" he asked, a gleam of mischief in his eye as he gestured to the coming dusk. "Dusk is about to fall and I hate to leave a beautiful woman alone on the first Eve of LaVerbana."
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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 27, 2017 11:40:43 GMT -8
Her hazel eyes lifted to look at the mask and the sleepy fairy who waved at her. Another smile touched Mira's lips, and her thick lashes fluttered for a moment as she took in Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake 's appearance once more. She began to walk beside him, deeper into the cemetery. There was no music here, but the feeling of celebration and, most importantly, love was heavy in the air here. Unlike so many other celebrations of death -- which might have seemed nefarious or might have seemed sad -- LaVerbana de LaMuerta was truly a celebration of the lives that the spirits had lived, their grace and legacy that went on even after they departed, and the genuine hope that they were resting well in the embrace of LaMuerta. " I think it is good you came to Rondon, then," she said to Riley as they walked among the unique gravestones, the glittering candles of los escrisuenos on each one, surrounded by flowers and idols and trinkets and sweet breads and candies and other things to make them beautiful for this week of festivities. " There is no guilt here. The dead are gone, but not forgotten. They are in a beautiful place, welcomed and loved by LaMuerta," Mireia said. " My mother is with her. You can pray at my escrisueno if you like?" Riley nodded and smiled a little. It wasn't a topic he liked discussing. To say their screams were still echoing in his mind would be a lie- they didn't scream. They went down fighting, like soldiers. But they were his friends too. Friends he swore to protect. What's more, the day he lost his fiancee and best friend is the same day he met Cheesecake- both the worst and best days of his life. It was conflicting, and painful. "If...if you don't mind me joining you." He replied, "I-I don't want to intrude. But, I must ask since I'm unfamiliar with the city...what is La Muerta? Or, I guess, who is she?"
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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.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/1f/57/fc1f579fbc12ece8a7cf0af63c6945e9.jpg
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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 27, 2017 12:35:16 GMT -8
Skarlet took a seat and conversed with the woman painting her face. It tickled a litlte but she tried to keep still.
"Thank you madame. Yes, I've never been to a festival like this, it's spooky and I like it! I'm pretty excited for tonight."
Once finished, she'd want to see how she looks, but couldn't tell because she had no reflection. She picked up a small vanity mirror and pretended she could see herself then put the mirror back.
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Argat Khan
New
nice goin, genghis
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: Early Fourties
Physical Description: Argat stands at a staggering 6'10, with long black hair paired with a thin moustache and beard. He has tremendous upper body strength, showing off muscles and flesh and whatnot. He has a scar running down his right cheek, his eyes a pale orange, his pupils slanted like a hawk.
Clothes and Equipment: Argat bears a cloak made out of a bear split in two, one half of the head resting on his right shoulder and the other half on the left. He wears a padded silk and metal chestplate underneath the long bear coat, bearing his clans symbol. He wears leather greaves and boots made out of bear skin. He wields his families' longbow, carved and made exquisitely for him and his kin, and a darksteel sabre with a golden pommel. He rides his horse pretty much everywhere he goes, being his companion and one of his best methods of combat.
Registered: Oct 24, 2017 20:15:33 GMT -8
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Post by Argat Khan on Oct 27, 2017 12:43:44 GMT -8
He looked at the woman selling the potions, not needing a strength potion right now. He paid no attention to the flattery, as it was just a sales tactic. "Do you have anything for disease?"
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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 27, 2017 15:13:14 GMT -8
Roxanne frowned, annoyed. Why had the potion-seller only offered the draught of strength to the towering man? Why couldn't she have a strength potion too? Of course the potion-seller would offer her a potion to protect against the ravages of time, because she was a woman. Maybe it would have been different if she was wearing her armor, and not a dress...but still, it bothered her.
"I don't need any of that, ma'am. I don't tend to worry as much about my face and figure as other women. Do you have anything else, though? Any more...interesting potions? Something that you couldn't get from any potion-seller's cart?"
When the other customer asked about disease, she glanced over at him and subtly edged away. Diseases worried her, and she didn't want to catch anything.
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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 27, 2017 15:36:56 GMT -8
Dona Salvadorez chuckled quietly at Skarlet's excitement. " Yes, it will be a night you will never forget." Her hand was steady as she painted on Skarlet's clear, young face. Her brushed might have even tickled her a little. The Dona's dark brown eyes glanced to the darkening day. Torches were being lit by now. " I hope you enjoy LaDanza," she said as she reached for the powder and gently blew it in Skarlet's face. The tingle of magic was upon Skarlet's skin and eyes, but it faded fairly quickly. " There," Dona said. " You are finished," she told the Princess of Isra with a smile and held up a mirror so she could see. " And I am done for the evening. I need to change for LaDanza," the woman said as she stood up and began to close all her paints and pots.
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Belladonna, The Poison Witch
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 150(ish), However looks to be in her 30s
Physical Description: Stands at 5ft10. Belladonna has waist length, pin straight black hair that is cut evenly, and low blunt bangs help frame her heart shaped face. She has a cream colored skin tone made natural by a rosiness in her cheeks. Her eyes are silvery with a hint of blue in them. Her lips are painted a dark red. Her nails are kept a bit long and groomed into rounded pointed tips and painted a similar color as her lips.
Clothes and Equipment: Belladonna's clothing is subject to change, but she holds a preference for dark moody colors. Fir green, Burgundy, Merlot, dark purples and of course black all fit into her usual color scheme. She dresses conservatively, nearly always wearing long loose sleeves and a high collar. All dress skirts are ankle length, unless she chooses to wear pants (Usually during travel). Her most common item is her black hooded cape with the lunar cycle embroidered on it.
In terms of equipment, Belladonna travels light. An old, twisted willow wood staff cradling a crystal ball is generally used as a walking stick, though it also carries magical properties. On her waist, she wears a Utility belt. The right side, a pocket book hangs, while on the left, vials of potions are at the ready. (1 accelerated healing, 1 poison vial, 1 rejuvenating potion). the belt also has an empty pouch where ingredients may be stored when found and cultivated.
Player's online availability : Daily
Registered: Oct 26, 2017 19:04:36 GMT -8
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Post by Belladonna, The Poison Witch on Oct 27, 2017 15:42:43 GMT -8
Belladonna chuckled at the slightly offense the lady took. "Everyone worries of the passage of time. Only once overcome does the fear go away." Likewise though, she eyed the man and in his direction she pushed as floating bottle. It was a basic opaque bottle, the liquid inside was rather thick by the lack of sloshing around it did. "This potion should help you fend off any treatable diseases... take a spoonful every evening until symptoms disappear. The more severe the disease, the more doses you will need, but common diseases won't be a problem. 10 Rondi should do." The witch explained.
"As for you, my dear, interesting truly is in the eye of the beholder. What is it that you seek from my wares? Should I not have it, I can certainly make it." The woman brushed her long nails slowly over the chin of the mask.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Oct 27, 2017 16:08:12 GMT -8
"THAT'S VERY GOOD CALEB! CONGRATULATIONS!" Jun grinned widely and gave Caleb a jolly thumbs-up. "WE CAN USE THAT TO GET YOUR FACE PAINTED, ALONG WITH TWO OF YOUR SIBLINGS IF YOU WANT!"
Her hearing hadn't quite returned yet.
Blackbean hadn't bothered to wear his little cataphract armor, as he was not expecting combat. He regretted this decision as the small child squeezed the patience out of him. He squawked at Jun, annoyed, but continued to perform his duties as a living stuffed animal.
"LET'S GO CHECK OUT THE OTHER-" Her hearing returned.
She smirked sheepishly. Her head nodded forward as she very deliberately said the word "attractions" at the correct volume. "Let's check out the face painting and see what else is going on, alright?"
Blackbean squawked again. This time Jun heard him loud and clear. "You're doing great." She said somewhat satirically.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 10, 2024 10:33:40 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2017 17:41:43 GMT -8
"It is no intrusion at all," Mira said, open and genuine about it. They continued to walk through the cemetery, her skirts every so often brushing against his boots or sides as the pathways between the gravestones was somewhat thin. "Do you plan on staying in Rondon for long?" Mireia asked Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake. "LaVerbana will be happening for a simana -- a week -- and then Rondon will be going to war," she explained. They came to a stop before a beautiful marbled woman with her head bowed in prayer, a statue with a gold plaque at her feet that read: Isidora deCordoba; Dona, Sposa, Modra. "This is my mother," Mira said quietly.
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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 27, 2017 18:09:37 GMT -8
Sasha Pierce He was making a fool of himself. But she didn't seem to mind. " I can agree with that, they--- you folk, seem to know how to throw a party." Regal felt the shift in the crowd, it made him uneasy, but the woman he was speaking to moved closer and looked at him with concern; not the eagerness of someone looking for a story. She had met him before. Before he'd lost his ey--- Her! How and the light had he not seen it before?! " I uh.. yeah. " A new wave of nervousness struck him. " Long story Tasha..." He played off not knowing her at sight, he knew women tend to get prickly at that sort of thing. " Why is everyone buying the mask all of a sudden?" he asked, becoming increasingly interested in his own shoes.
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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 27, 2017 18:59:01 GMT -8
Skarlet had just finished having her face painted and she thanked the dona for her work. As she was getting up she'd see Jun of the Celadine coming this way. She remembered meeting her before when she was with her mother. "Jun of the Celadine?" Skarlet approached Jun but realized she may not be as recognizable with the face paint. "It's Skarlet, Naoki's daughter. How's the festival going for you so far? I've actually been hoping to find you for a while."
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