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 21:45:58 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. "A week? Wow, I doubt we'll be here that long. To be honest, the amount of time we spend here is usually based on how much Cheesecake can fit into her stomach." Riley poked Cheesecake's sleeping pudgy stomach with her finger. Rather than letting out a high-pitch squeak it came out sounding more like a low flute note. "She sounds half full." He said with a chuckle. After some time they had made it to the statue. Riley let Mira pray in quiet, bowing himself to offer honor to her mother. After they finished, however, he looked to Mira with concern. "I'm sorry, did you say you're going to war?"
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 9, 2024 14:59:42 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2017 9:52:22 GMT -8
She wasn't really praying, so much as reminiscing. There was a smile on her face, a happy sadness there that she was gone. 'LaMuerta is a beautiful woman who welcomes you home once you cross over into the afterlife," Mireia said as she pulled two candles from the pocket of her skirt. She crouched down, her gown splaying around her as she set the candle amongst the flowers and lit it with matches left there. "She and Modra are best friends, I am sure." Then she turned her hazel eyes onto Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake and laughed at their playful antics. When Riley began to ask about war, Mireia nodded, her laughter fading. "Yes. I am going to be a captain in my father's cavalry," she said. She handed the other candle to Riley. "Did you want to light one?"
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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 28, 2017 9:56:27 GMT -8
She'd forgotten that she'd given Regal Al'nin Withernorth a false name, and she shook her head, dark hair with that single silver streak swaying as she did so. "Sasha," she corrected him, as if he'd merely forgotten it. She couldn't shake a feeling of guilt over his missing eye, and wasn't entirely sure why. Her beautiful Rondi eyes were focused on his face, even as he dipped his gaze to look around them. "It's LaVerbana," she said with wry humor. "The Festival of the Dead. You should buy a mask, and me a drink," Sasha said. "And tell me the story of how you lost your eye since we have time."
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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 28, 2017 10:10:21 GMT -8
She wasn't really praying, so much as reminiscing. There was a smile on her face, a happy sadness there that she was gone. 'LaMuerta is a beautiful woman who welcomes you home once you cross over into the afterlife," Mireia said as she pulled two candles from the pocket of her skirt. She crouched down, her gown splaying around her as she set the candle amongst the flowers and lit it with matches left there. "She and Modra are best friends, I am sure." Then she turned her hazel eyes onto Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake and laughed at their playful antics. When Riley began to ask about war, Mireia nodded, her laughter fading. "Yes. I am going to be a captain in my father's cavalry," she said. She handed the other candle to Riley. "Did you want to light one?" "Oh, uh...thank you." Riley said as he took the candle. He hated war, hated the concept of it. Having been a part of his own fake war he wasn't going to get involved in it again. At the same time, he'd try and find a way to keep others from falling into the same trap. "So, uh..." He continued after lighting the candle and praying, "What's the war for? Did something happen?"
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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 28, 2017 11:05:16 GMT -8
Rawr Rawr seemed oblivious to Blackbean's general dissatisfaction with his current predicament. Indeed, the little boy seemed far happier and more relaxed with something hugged to his chest. So for all Blackbean was unhappy he was doing some good.
Meanwhile, Juniper and Naoki grab Jun's hands half holding them half trying to get her to swing them about. It was fairly clear that the children were all having a great time. Caleb's eyes light up at Jun's suggestion. "YEAH! Follow me!" He declares leading the way toward the face painters and walking right up to them coin held in front of him like a soldier might hold aloft their sword.
"We want to get our faces painted!" He declares proudly and the face painter looks rather amused as Alden hands over the difference so everyone can get face paint. He gets Jun to watch the kids carefully while he gets his own face painted at their insistance.
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Rasputin Fletcher
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 77
Physical Description: A rather rotund old man who is only five and a half feet in height. The top of his head is bald, but he still retains curly white strands of hair on the side of his head as well as a thick beard and marvelous mustache. His teeth are in shockingly good condition, somehow all still intact despite his age.
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Clothes and Equipment: He usually wears brightly colored clothes made out of exotic materials. He has a single silver monocle he occasionally pulls out to help him read documents or road signs. He conceals a variety of objects within his cloak, things like potions and knives for example. The most notable thing he carries is a large staff of metal that is about the same height as he is and topped with a pale colored orb.
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Registered: Oct 28, 2017 11:04:29 GMT -8
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Post by Rasputin Fletcher on Oct 28, 2017 11:58:29 GMT -8
Rasputin stumbled his way through the festival, currently lacking a mask. It seemed the alcohol had reached him before the festival traditions. Eyelids droopy and legs wobbling, the old man seemed to be moving through sheer willpower combined with a bit of help from his walking staff.
Somehow, even in his drunken stupor, the festival games managed to get his attention. His eyes cleared briefly as he watched a man put out six candles with a whip… And get a pitcher of wine as a prize for doing so! Letting out a wheeze of excitement, Rasputin made his way over to the game as quickly as he could, drawing a few muttered complaints from passersby he shoved out of the way to reach the stall.
Clutching at the whip with his right hand, the old man squinted his eyes at the six candles in front of him. This couldn’t be that hard, could it? After all, he had whipped plenty his misbehaving relatives in the past when they were younger. With how fast those brats had run from him surely hitting a unmoving candle would be a cakewalk. Taking moment to steady himself, Rasputin lashed out rather wildly with the whip, letting out a shout as he did so.
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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 28, 2017 15:14:39 GMT -8
Argat looked at the sorceress, glancing at the ball as she mentioned fortunes and whatnot. He thought to himself, finding mostly that half the time the fortunes were right, and the other half the fortunes were just smeones way of getting money out of sapps. He glanced to the girl that scooted away from him, huffing as he looked back to the potion maker. "For future use, if such things befall me or my comerades."
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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 28, 2017 15:52:08 GMT -8
Jun chuckled and laughed as she was lead out of the graveyard by Caleb and brought to the nearest face-painting booth. She did manage to turn back to Rawr Rawr and give Blackbean a quick "Just a little longer" look before arriving at the face painter. That's when she heard a familiar voice. She turned to the masked girl. "Skarlet? Hey, Skar-" SAUNA, a voice seemed to scream in her head. Jun had to concentrate to prevent the memory from distracting her. "-let! It's so good to see you! We were just about to get our faces painted too. Come stay with us. This is Alden by the way, and these are his children: Caleb, Naoki Jr., Moonflower, Kaeoran but we call him Kae, Juniper, and the one squishing my pet crow is Rravarran, but we call him Rawr Rawr." Whatever Skarlet said next, Jun would try to be attentive to the kids even when Alden was still supervising, just in case one of them got distracted or lost in the crowd. She would, of course, pay extra attention when it was Alden's turn.
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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 28, 2017 17:34:47 GMT -8
Skarlet tilts her head as the girl in front of her seems to blank out for a few seconds, was something wrong? What was on Jun's mind? Then Jun suddenly resumes speaking but at a quicker pace; Skarlet is weirded out for a moment and she realizes Jun is still saying things! Her attention was then led to Alden's kids and she tries to follow along with the roll call.
"Uh, hi kids!" Skarlet greets the children with a friendly smile. She realized she must look pretty spooky right now with the skull face painting along with her ruby eyes. Well, at least everyone else was looking spooky as well! She notices that Jun seems to be supervising the kitty-kiddies, Skarlet would watch the kids too. "Looks like you could use help keeping track of everyone. Want me to watch the kids with the Marshal while you get your face done?"
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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 28, 2017 19:26:12 GMT -8
"We've met." Alden says nodding respectfully to Skarlet. One of his earliest meetings with Empress, then Madame, Naoki had been a dinner party the young woman had been attending. Since then he'd had little interaction with the Skarlet as she was simply not on his radar so to speak. While Skarlet may be the adoptive daughter of the godfather, Naoki had insisted on being put down as father despite her gender, to his children she simply wasn't a person he cared to have around them. Mostly because she was a vampire, he didn't trust her not to bite her kids. Or worse for his kids to try and get her to bite them because they thought it'd be cool.
The kids did not share his reservations about Skarlet, well except Rawr Rawr who thought she looked scary. The rest though bounce up to their new friend, all but ploughing into her legs. "Your eyes are red!" "I like your dress!" "Aren't you Big Naoki's daughter?" "I like your skull!" Alden corrals the kids away from the new person one at a time so they can get their faces painted as more observations are made. Observations and a lot of poking and prodding by the kids who were not shy about climbing people.
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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 28, 2017 20:27:18 GMT -8
Sasha PierceHis eyes narrowed slightly when she corrected him on her name, while it was true it had been a fair amount of time between their meeting, Regal was not one to forget names even if he might forget faces... Hmm, I wonder what her reason was. He hung his head in defeat. " I apologize... Sasha" he said her name as if cementing it in his mind... A second time. "Sounds like a plan. I'm just a tourist though, you might have to guide me. " He said with a fox-like smile. " Are there differences in the mask?" He added ready to follow her lead.
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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 28, 2017 20:57:44 GMT -8
Oops.
Jun suddenly realized Alden might not want a strange woman hanging out with them while his kids were around, let alone a vampire. But then again it was hard to say no to not only a friend, but the adopted daughter of the Empress. Besides, if Roy Fletcher was any indication, the vampires of Isra were quite docile.
"I mean, I'm sure Alden's got it but you can keep us company. The kids seem to like you and kids are pretty good judges of character, especially Naoki Jr. If you're lucky, maybe Rawr Rawr will let you hold Blackbean, right Rawr Rawr?" Upon hearing this, Blackbean started alternating eyes to look at Skarlet expectantly.
In any case, Jun would take her turn in the booth and start receiving face paint. She could sense the magic in the paint. It too felt benevolent, and a little tingly.
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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 28, 2017 23:07:40 GMT -8
"Good evening Alden, how do you do?" Skarlet curtsied in greeting to the man then began to interact with the kids, giving out pats. It made Skarlet happy to be near children again, especially ones with soft kitty ears. "Thank you! Yes, Big Naoki is my mother, you look just like her! Hahaha, my goodness, you're all so cute."
She wanted to say they were so cute she could eat them up but had a feeling Alden wouldn't appreciate such a joke from a vampire. She got to see a little bit of each of the kids as they got cycled around, Rawr Rawr was especially cute but she wouldn't do anything that would make him too uncomfortable or scared. When she there was a calmer moment in the assault of the playful children, the princess would talk with the other adults. "You know, sometimes I wish I could make one of these little things for myself. Perhaps someday I'll look into it when I'm more experienced."
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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 29, 2017 10:15:25 GMT -8
Roxanne paused for a moment, thinking. What sort of potion did she want, anyway? She hadn't actually put much thought into it. Something useful for her work, perhaps. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to get something more frivolous, though, perhaps something for her hobbies. What would that be, though? A potion to protect her from the cold when she went ice skating? Potions were expensive, though...it would probably be better to get something practical.
"Do you have a potion that would let someone breathe underwater? That would be useful...how much would something like that cost?"
If she could breathe underwater, she'd be able to chase difficult bounties much more easily. Maybe she'd even be able to search for sunken treasure or something.
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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 29, 2017 10:55:21 GMT -8
Belladonna wasn't interested in the man's corrections, but acknowledged it with a nod. "It is a useful purchase indeed. Whatever one may need it for. Please consider adding it for your stock." And she was hoping he would pay for it in some fashion.
The witch seemed intrigued by Roxanne's request. "Ahhh yes... Water breathing. A rarer potion indeed. The materials are difficult to acquire, but thankfully a little goes a long way." The woman turned each floating bottle trying to see if she had brought such a potion along. "Water breathing, water breathing... Should I not have it here, I could place a custom order." The poison witch reached into her bag and pulled out a small book with a sigil pressed into the old leather. "I need only take your name, hair or blood, your request and a down payment. You seem to love traveling where the courier cannot reach you. With this information, I can have the potion appear to you once completed. It will include instructions on proper use, naturally."
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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 29, 2017 11:50:29 GMT -8
The potion-seller certainly was a talkative one, thought Roxanne. Presumptuous, too. Still, she seemed nice enough. However, something about what she said worried her.
"Hey...how do you that I like traveling where couriers can't reach me? Have you been following me? Has somebody been talking about me? Where did you hear that? I don't think I've ever met you before, have I? I could be wrong, I guess I can be forgetful sometimes...also, how much would you need for a down payment? Why do you need my blood, or my hair? Is that really necessary? You aren't planning anything, are you?"
Roxanne was wary about giving out locks of her hair and drops of her blodo now, especially to witches. The last time she'd done so, the witch had made a little doll of her, and had used it to control her. She'd been powerless in the witch's hands, and was not looking to a repeat performance. In fact, she still carried the doll with her to keep it safe, until she could find someone trustworthy to dispose of it. She didn't know how to destroy such a thing herself, and it was too risky to give to just any old wizard. Besides, it could be fun to play around with sometimes, when she got lonely.
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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 29, 2017 12:26:16 GMT -8
Regal Al'nin WithernorthSasha laughed a little as she began to walk beside him, flowers in her hair, skirts swirling around her legs. "Any mask will do," the Rondi woman said to her compatriot. "Although if you choose a feminine one, the Rondi lordlings might flirt with you more than me." She looked up at the darkening sky visible between the floral and paper banners that zipped this way and that between the buildings and across the courtyards. "You had better get one soon, however. LaDanza will begin soon."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 9, 2024 14:59:42 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2017 12:28:55 GMT -8
"The Prince of Rondon was taken prisoner by a place called... Helmfirth," Mira said to Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake as they stood there. "The Prince is an idiot, but he is a learning idiot," Mira said with a little bit of a shrug. Her hand lifted to play with a lock of her dark hair. "There is also the Expansion, and Duc Nicolas is in charge of that." Her hazel eyes looked at Riley. "You don't strike me a warrior. I mean--" She gestured to him. "You look like one, but you seem to have a gentle heart." A little smile came over her lips. "What is your name?"
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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 29, 2017 13:26:56 GMT -8
Rawr Rawr clutched Blackbean a bit tighter when Jun suggested he'd give the crow up to the strange lady. However, when she proved to be friendly despite the red eyes he slow relaxed his grip. Even cautiously joining the others in approaching her, getting his dad to put him down. However, he kept his grip on the crow to be safe. It was a child's logic, he thought as long as he had Blackbean he'd be safe. Although considering that his father was right there, he was safe from almost any potential threat.
"I am well, yourself?" Alden says with a slight smile. He was only slightly stiffer, closer to how he'd been a few years ago. His head said that she wasn't a threat but his dad instinct had an overreaction steak a mile wide and two long. So Skarlet was right, avoiding any mention of eating his kids in even a joking capacity was wise.
The kids are soon gathered around to look at Jun admiring her new makeup. "Now we all have skull faces!" Is the general happy consensus as they hop around, some eagerly looking for ghosts already.
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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 29, 2017 14:39:01 GMT -8
"The Prince of Rondon was taken prisoner by a place called... Helmfirth," Mira said to Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake as they stood there. "The Prince is an idiot, but he is a learning idiot," Mira said with a little bit of a shrug. Her hand lifted to play with a lock of her dark hair. "There is also the Expansion, and Duc Nicolas is in charge of that." Her hazel eyes looked at Riley. "You don't strike me a warrior. I mean--" She gestured to him. "You look like one, but you seem to have a gentle heart." A little smile came over her lips. "What is your name?" "Riley, Lieutenant Riley Fletcher, ma'am." He replied after realizing he never mentioned his name. "And I'm not a warrior, I'm just a soldier. Not all soldiers are cruel and heartless. Some of us legitimately care about the city's people and just want to help keep them safe. It's why I became a town guard in the first place. I'm sorry to hear about the prince, I can understand the frustration and worry regarding his capture. I wish you the best of luck in returning him safely and I hope this war doesn't....take too many lives. To be honest, I was never a fan of war. Too much bloodshed over too little a reason. Not to mention it can be used to manipulate people into doing what you want. It's...partly why I'm here now. My platoon was sent out on a scouting mission to seek out squads of orcs that had been at war with my city for a decade. Instead of finding orcs...we....we found other soldiers from the city. They ambushed us, killed us all....including my fiancee and my best friend. I was the only one to make it. I ran from the battlefield but not before seeing and hearing my own general mention to the ambush team that there was no war with the orcs- they had long ago moved out of the region and the war was a ruse kept alive to keep people loyal to the Duke's cause. The general had judged my team to be most likely to defect if they ever found out....He knew I had escaped when I wasn't among the bodies and ordered that I was declared a traitor who sold his own platoon out to the orcs, barring me from entering my own home lest I be taken captive and hung for crimes I didn't commit.....It's been years now but their deaths still haunt me once in a while. My fiancee was an elf...probably the only elf I've ever met who didn't think themselves superior to humans. She used to tell me she loved my red hair and kind heart. One thing led to another and we hit it off pretty well. She always worried that she would outlive me because I'm just a human but I guess fate has a dark sense of humor..." Riley's frown overcame him and he went silent for a bit. He seemed close to crying but from above a low hoot could be heard. Having rolled over, Cheesecake managed to pat Riley on the head with her stubby arm, trying her best to cheer him up. He smiled and rubbed her head with one finger. "Though, when the gods close a door they open a window. I ran into the forest and found Cheesecake here severely wounded on a tree stump. I healed her back up and we've been together ever since. It was both the worst and best day of my life. "
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