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 30, 2017 19:40:20 GMT -8
The Lordling flashed a charming smile -- he was charming, and handsome, even if he was covered in make up. And -- very used to getting his way. " Will you join me LaDanza?" the man asked, stepping closer to Arya Shieldheart as the streets got more and more crowded. " And afterwards.... perhaps a walk in the graveyard, no?" Mmhm. Get her where it was going to be somewhat quiet. Where he could make the real moves. But for now, most of the focus was on LaDanza. |
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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 30, 2017 19:50:38 GMT -8
"It's LaDanza!" Mira laughed, and knew that she wouldn't be able to explain it to Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake . It was something that he was going to have to experience to understand. Her hand stayed in his and she pushed through the crowds until they were at the very front. She turned to him to check to see if his mask was on, and when she saw it was, she smiled and gave him a thumbs up. When the fireworks went off, she, like most of the Rondi, let out a celebratory cry and yell, bouncing a little beside Riley, heedless of how she must have looked. " I love LaDanza," she said to Riley, forced to raise her voice so he could hear her. " You will see why," she told him. And no sooner had she spoken than LaDanza started, and as it always did -- she was swept away in the music and the colors and the flowers and the laughter and the smiles and the celebration of life after death and the love that carried them over. As spirits began to flirt and dance and swirl and haunt and roam, she felt her heartbeat kick up a notch, even as she clapped along with the quick pace of the music. There wasn't a single person standing still, most of them swaying to the hypnotic and rhythmic guitar and drums and the clacking heels of the dancers at the center. Riley watched the festival unfold, his eyes growing wide. Immediately he jabbed Cheesecake to wake her up. At first she attempted to suck on his finger in a groggy daze, but after the first massive explosion her attention was turned to the celebration with the same wide-eyed awe. she sat up (having returned to her normal size) and watched the festival eagerly. Riley couldn't help but smile a little, cheering up at the heavy beat of the music and flaming giant man walking on stilts. Although once people started dancing and Mira started clapping in rhythm, he didn't follow suit. He looked nervous about getting involved in the dance. Cheesecake, however, would immediately follow Mira's suit. Leaping off Riley's head and floating in front of her, she clapped as hard as her tiny hands could with the beat. As the music went on and she swayed with the song, she decided to get involved with the show. Excitedly, she exploded into the air and followed the parade down the street, dancing alongside the performers of The Kingdom of Rondón. Following their lead, she would hold her finger to the sky and fire a blast of sparkling light alongside the fireworks once in a while, only adding to their beauty and splendor. She was the happiest she had been in a while. Riley, however, was not. "Cheese? Cheesecake, where're you going?!" Riley called out as Cheesecake flew away. The enchanting night had taken a turn for the worse. Riley ripped his mask off and tried to follow Cheesecake into the crowd, losing her when she got to the parade. "Dammit! Miss, I'm sorry, but I need to find Cheesecake because she does something stupid!" He said, doing his best to hold his composure but clearly close to panicking. |
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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 30, 2017 20:03:25 GMT -8
"Hm, yeah. There is just ONE person I'm curious about if I might see her." Skarlet didn't elaborate at that time who she wanted to see as a ghost tonight, for now, it was time for fun! Skarlet ran around with the children and Jun playing tag. Even though she was agile enough to not get caught, she often let the children catch her on purpose to make the game more fun. Once the fireworks begin Skarlet does a head count to make sure none of the kids gets lost in the crowd.
Watching the spirits in the parade was breathtaking, it was very sweet to see some reunions. While seeing the spirits she thinks about what sort of gift she'd want to give to the girl Skarlet was thinking of, she hadn't seen her ghost anyway yet though. Still, she wanted to look for a suitable memento for the mystery girl.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 9, 2024 13:06:42 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2017 20:08:09 GMT -8
Mira was swept up in the celebration, clapping and laughing but when she looked over her shoulder, she saw that Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake were not near her. Indeed, over the heads of people -- in hats, with flowers, with feathers -- she could barely see Cheesecake partying down with the parade. Riley shouted a quick good-bye to her, and there was mild shock and even a little hurt in her pretty hazel eyes as he was swallowed up in the crowd. She tried to wave goodbye to him, but the wave of people got in the way. She turned back to the festivities, the smiling people... But then cursing beneath her breath, Mira turned and began to push her way toward Riley. Every so often she caught a glimpse of Riley and Cheesecake, greenish spirits coming and going amongst the living until Mireia could reach out and grab his sleeve. "I can help you!" Mira said to Riley, letting out a laugh for the red haired boy as she picked up a large sugar skull lollipop from a passing tray. "Cheesecake! Look! A candy just for you!" |
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Registered: May 9, 2024 13:06:42 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2017 20:19:40 GMT -8
There was music and dancing in the streets once the parade and all of its tons of floats and people and dancers and entertainers went by -- some eating fire, some literal skeletons jangling their bones, color everywhere --
and the dancing continued as a woman -- the one who had been "LaMuerta" herself -- was suddenly near Alden Marshal, smiling up at him as she took his hand and drew him out into the dancers. She was almost like living fire, her skull painted to "be" LaMuerta as she spun and twirled around him to the music, and every so often--
every so often --
Those thick lashes would lift and those deep brown Rondi eyes would look up at him. Be careful of Rondon. You might come to visit, but your heart might never leave!
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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 30, 2017 20:38:47 GMT -8
The kids eagerly played tag with Skarlet and Jun. They were only briefly distracted by the sight of the parade stopping to stare for several long moments. The singing, the dancing, the smiling ghosts, the festivities were all so much fun it was impossible for them to stay still. They joined in but in the way of children. They grabbed their big grinds and tried to get Skarlet and Jun to dance, but the kids had no idea how to dance so it mostly spinning around in a circle with hands linked.
Alden stood watch a small distance away. He had a large smile on his face as his kids danced and played with the two women. They would likely have tried to pull him in soon enough but before they can, @soraya, the woman who had lead the parade itself appeared near him. He looks rather surprised to have someone sneak up on him, he was even more surprised when she took his hand. "Can I..." He doesn't even have a chance to ask a question when the striking woman drags him towards the dancers.
He stands rather awkwardly as the beguiling woman dances about him. The High Marshal of Isra, looks distinctly awkward standing stock straight stiff as a board. He looks over at his kids and... They have temporarily stopped there own silly dance to grin at him. It was pretty obvious what they wanted, to see their daddy dance with the important lady. The lady with impossibly deep brown eyes that kept staring into his.
Closing his eyes he inhales and then observes the other dancers for a moment before he tries to dance. In a word, he is terrible. While he had a certain amount of grace and dexterity he didn't seem to have any rhythm. He emulates the motions of the other dancers, poorly, he is just a bit too stiff and uncertain of how to dance.
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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 30, 2017 21:53:48 GMT -8
Mira was swept up in the celebration, clapping and laughing but when she looked over her shoulder, she saw that Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake were not near her. Indeed, over the heads of people -- in hats, with flowers, with feathers -- she could barely see Cheesecake partying down with the parade. Riley shouted a quick good-bye to her, and there was mild shock and even a little hurt in her pretty hazel eyes as he was swallowed up in the crowd. She tried to wave goodbye to him, but the wave of people got in the way. She turned back to the festivities, the smiling people... But then cursing beneath her breath, Mira turned and began to push her way toward Riley. Every so often she caught a glimpse of Riley and Cheesecake, greenish spirits coming and going amongst the living until Mireia could reach out and grab his sleeve. "I can help you!" Mira said to Riley, letting out a laugh for the red haired boy as she picked up a large sugar skull lollipop from a passing tray. "Cheesecake! Look! A candy just for you!" Getting Cheesecake's attention would prove more difficult than Mira thought. As she held up the sucker, Cheesecake was too engrossed in dancing literally on air and firing off tiny rockets from her fingers that sparked and exploded into beautiful lights to see it. Her normal chirping had turned into bird song, a beautiful myriad of sounds that matched the tone and tempo of the song to the point she could've been one of the choir. Riley sighed as she continued onwards with the party. "Dammit...Ma'am, do you know where they are heading? Maybe we could cut them off and grab her there." He said after a quick thought. |
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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 30, 2017 22:39:22 GMT -8
Jun was perfectly happy to indulge the children in their spinning! She spun one way, she spun the other, she spun around and between the spinning children. The speed of her spinning caused her dress to flair out, perhaps as the tailor had intended all along...
The celebration captivated all her senses. The lights, the music, the palpable volumes of magical energy all around her, the lingering taste of ghostly sweet bread, the musky scent of wine, they all came together and formed an experience she would never forget.
A peculiar phenomenon happened whenever Jun was this excited. The mana in her body leaked out and itself "danced" with the ambient energy of her surroundings. And there was no shortage of this energy; the air was charged with it, sheer life force and power. This manifested in the form of sparkling lights floating off of Jun's skin. As Jun spun around with Skarlet and the children, incognizant of whether or not she was dancing correctly or with any semblance of proper form or technique, a hail of colorful sparkles sailed from her body and joined the great spirits of fire, the fireworks, and the candle lights.
These sparkles behaved as if they had a mind of their own, and like fireflies would dance around Alden's children if they allowed them too. This had the added benefit of helping Jun sense the kids' presence even as she started to lose herself in the festivities. She wouldn't lose them or bump into them even in this state. They were all a part of the fiery harmony she felt around her.
Speaking of which, she smiled brightly as, in her spinning, she occasionally stole glances of Alden and the mysterious dancer who had accosted him. At one point she paused just long enough to cry out to him, "It's ok! I have no idea what I'm doing either!"
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Kelmaer Iridien
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: Primordial.
Physical Description: Physical Appearance:
Kelmaer Iridien is a tall, bipedal male closely resembling a human but with several noticeable differences. The first is the colour of his skin; a dim blue, resembling a sky where night has not yet fully fallen yet dashed with a hint of purple. When exposed to sufficient lighting, Kelmaer's skin brightens with a white tinge that leaves him a light slate blue.
His second contrast are the three pairs of dark, dangerously sharp horns that exit his skull at various places; the first pair are the smallest, located just above his knife-tipped ears and follow them straight backwards so that their sharpened points are aimed to his rear. The second pair are the largest and located further up his scalp, their roots located where the front of the skull joins the side and like the first pair of horns they grow backwards over his head, yet this time with a curve. The third pair are medium-sized, located further inwards than the second pair with their base at the top of his forehead. These curve outwards and slightly to the side as they grow up towards the sky.
Other than these two main dissimilarities, Kelmaer looks related to both human and elf-kind, with a similar anatomical structure that suggests all three groups share a common ancestor. Kelmaer himself is a somewhat slender man, with very little body fat and a clear muscle definition that has been toned by some form of training or natural muscle mass. He is also tall, with angular facial features that are all-but flawless except a small scar above his right eyebrow. His eyes are a little on the small side with a golden iris colour and though slightly interrupted by his horns, his long and dark blue hair is able to grow down past his shoulders.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing and Equipment:
Though Kelmaer has very little issue in showing off his form, he often wears clothing to cover himself until considered modest. His most common items of clothing include a long, dark cloak that opens like a coat and is padded with leather on the inside and rimmed at the neck by fur. Though he tends not to wear anything under the coat on his torso, he does wear trousers that are similarly padded with leather for a little extra protection. Despite this apparent preference to avoid true metal armour, his forearms, hands, calves and feet are covered by vambraces, gauntlets , greaves and sabatons respectively; all of which have a spiked motif to match the horns on his head.
At his hips, a leather belt with attached straps connects to a pair of long blades with slightly curved edges and a satchel filled with strange flasks.
Registered: Jun 11, 2016 19:44:32 GMT -8
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Post by Kelmaer Iridien on Oct 31, 2017 3:54:33 GMT -8
Spinning and twirling, the frantic movement of feet and the chronic changing of partners in the street that followed the lights and the spirits of the dead up towards the Palace of Thorns... It was nothing short of a fever dream, one seemed to grip everyone and everything in sight! And out of all of them, you would be hard-pressed to find someone who danced as hard as Kelmaer Iridien. 
Wearing a beautiful mask that took the shape of a silver skull, Kelmaer's movements in the crowd seemed as powerful as they were graceful, and he had to ensure to keep his head held high lest the black horns that grew from his skull cause an unfortunate accident to those around him. But alas, he would not dance in the crowd forever - his goal was that golden-lit palace and those wide open doors... Where everything seemed to be converging! His thoughts often changed on the matter, but at that moment he wished to be present at the absolute centre of attention, not sulking and hiding at the edges with the outcasts and ne'er-do-good-ers!
Yet despite the energy and light in his performance, there was an off presence that seemed to follow him; one that caused most spirits to avoid him just as fervently as certain others seemed to follow.
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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 Nov 1, 2017 15:52:56 GMT -8
Belladonna hide her smile behind the mask, though simply gave Roxanne a shrug. It was her own issues to deal with, she didn't meddle in family matters. "Sorry, dear." she apologized insincerely.
Just like everyone else, the witch's attention had been drawn to the display of LaDanza in all of its glory. "Wonderful! This is truly worth experiencing every year." she spoke with almost a childish glee. This was indeed her favorite festival of them all. If only people were to buy her wares, she would be over the moon.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 9, 2024 13:06:42 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2017 16:26:05 GMT -8
Soraya laughed at Alden Marshal as he tried to keep pace with her. She was a forgiving woman, though, and could tell that the man had no idea how to do the dance of the Rondi people. That was fine -- it was mostly just to keep moving. No one was dancing in sync at this point, so there were no steps for Alden to keep track of. Plus, Soraya was a SUPERB dancer and easily twirled around him until the set was finished. And when it was, she molded herself against Alden's body, kissed him passionately as only a true, hot-blooded Rondi woman could, and slipped out of his arms and into the crowd of people. The tingle of her kiss could still be felt on his lips and tongue, the taste of her somehow the way that glowing must feel. |
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 9, 2024 13:06:42 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2017 16:29:42 GMT -8
Mireia frowned in slight concern -- she really loved LaVerbana de LaMuerta, and it seemed that Cheesecake did, too. LaDanza was one of her favorite parts (and Cheesecake's!) but it seemed to only be stressing Riley Fletcher out. " LaDanza goes from the Palace of Thorns to the cemetery," Mireia said as she kept close to Riley amidst all the people. Everyone around them was laughing and dancing and singing and enjoying the fun -- even the dead spirits of Rondi ancestors could be seen in their ghostly green haze to be celebrating... but not Riley and Mireia. " I think this party is going to the Palace..." She bit her lip. How could she get Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake to both enjoy the festivities? Riley seemed to have separation anxiety from the little fairy, or maybe trust issues? Then again, she supposed it made sense given how attached he'd become to the fae-child after the loss of his fiancee and friends... |
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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 Nov 1, 2017 16:33:47 GMT -8
Argat crossed his arms, looking away from the Witches shop to the displays that had happened. He huffed, rolling his shoulders before looking back to the potion seller. "So, this festival..How long has it been going on?" He said, his orange eyes glancing back to the crowds in the street.
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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 Nov 1, 2017 17:33:15 GMT -8
She laughed at Regal Al'nin Withernorth as she walked with him through the streets that were filling and filling with people. Indeed, vendors were quickly taking down their carts and their tents in order to make way for the huuuuuuuuge block party about to happen. Sasha held up a finger to Regal then moved away from him to purchase a quick mask from a vendor, then was back by his side. "Put this on," she said to him, putting it on for him and securing the strings, her body close, her arms lifted over his shoulders as she did so. "You will not want to miss it." Her voice was quiet, and her gaze moved off from the mask to his eyes -- or, well, eye -- and she smiled another one of those saucy, charming grins and winked at him. He followed her carefully, not wanting to lose the only familiar face in the sea of people that threaten to whisk him away. Upon being told to stay, he obeyed. The crowd stirred more. Things were getting exciting it seems... people stared at seemingly nothing. Wooped and hollered like no other. Childre---- Were they children Regal saw? Did they have cat ears? or had they simply been costumes? Strag--- Regal turned back and found Sasha placing a mask on his face... His hands rose slightly in defense, being caught off guard. Being this close, All he could smell was her perfume... And be far too aware how warm she was due to the chilling air of the evening. She had to know how awkward this was for him... and she was teasing him. What other explanation did he have? Or was this outlandish and she was simply being nice to a broken man she pitied?
" What don't I wanna miss?" he asked. He felt his face grow crimson when she winked... She did know... |
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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 Nov 1, 2017 19:19:00 GMT -8
The kids laugh in absolute glee when their daddy starts to dance. They rarely got to see him do such things in public and they thought it was quite funny. The spectacle is soon forgotten as Jun begins to sparkle. This gets their laughter to turn into squees of delight as the dance and play. The floating sparks just adding to the light, sounds, and music making the whole festival that much more entertaining.
Meanwhile, Alden manages to avoid stepping on his partner's toes. Not that he thought he might have given how gracefully she moved but he was careful nevertheless. Then the set was over and just as she appeared the Rondi woman vanished, though not without giving him a parting kiss. The heat and passion took him by surprise, to the point that he is a bit open mouth as she vanishes.
Shaking his head he returns to his children to enjoy the rest of the festivities.
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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 Nov 1, 2017 19:22:18 GMT -8
Mireia frowned in slight concern -- she really loved LaVerbana de LaMuerta, and it seemed that Cheesecake did, too. LaDanza was one of her favorite parts (and Cheesecake's!) but it seemed to only be stressing Riley Fletcher out. " LaDanza goes from the Palace of Thorns to the cemetery," Mireia said as she kept close to Riley amidst all the people. Everyone around them was laughing and dancing and singing and enjoying the fun -- even the dead spirits of Rondi ancestors could be seen in their ghostly green haze to be celebrating... but not Riley and Mireia. " I think this party is going to the Palace..." She bit her lip. How could she get Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake to both enjoy the festivities? Riley seemed to have separation anxiety from the little fairy, or maybe trust issues? Then again, she supposed it made sense given how attached he'd become to the fae-child after the loss of his fiancee and friends... Riley watched Cheesecake dance off into the distance before relaxing and rubbing his face. He shouldn't be concerned about her, she's stronger than he was. It mostly came from instinct, losing yet another person under his watch. Feeling useless to his friends, not being able to protect anyone, it was a painful thought. He looked back to Mira and noticed the worried face. In his attempt to keep Cheesecake safe he had ruined the night of someone else. He couldn't please everyone but with Cheesecake happy by herself, he had more important people to cheer up. Riley paused for a moment amongst the music and looked over Mira. "...Actually...maybe she'll be fine on her own." He said with a weak smile. He took Mira's hand and walked her back to the group to dance. "What was your name again, ma'am?" |
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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 Nov 2, 2017 13:27:59 GMT -8
Roxanne glanced back at her uncle, giving him a small wave and a weak smile. Turning back to the potion-seller, she hurriedly rummaged in her pockets to give her the correct payment. Plucking a long, white strand of hair, she handed it to the witch as well before glancing nervously over at her uncle. Was he really coming her way? Perhaps she should run, vanish into the crowd...but no, her hair made her stick out like a sore thumb. Maybe she should ask someone for help...but before she could, her uncle was right behind her. She turned, trembling slightly.
"H-hi Uncle Ras...I've been well. How are you? Have you, uh, been drinking lately?"
Of course, she could tell as soon as she asked that it was a dumb question. He was drunk already! Roxanne hoped that she'd be able to give him the slip, but if she had to stick with him, perhaps a jug of Rondi wine would serve her well...the crack of his whip still rang in her ears, a not-so-distant memory from her younger years.
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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 Nov 3, 2017 16:04:21 GMT -8
Belladonna watched the, now three people around her stall, an awkward family reunion and a stalling transaction. The man didn't seem like he was going to pay for the cure-all, so, she made a gesture with her finger to pull the still floating bottle back with the rest of her wares. "For As long as I have been able to remember."
She did however feel a bit sorry for the woman who seemed to suddenly get overwhelmed with anxiety. The witch took the payment and the hair, however she left Roxanne with a small, slender bottle no bigger than her thumb. "Take this, it'll calm your fear." Calm it, not remove it. The money would be slipped into he utility belt.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 9, 2024 13:06:42 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2017 19:54:28 GMT -8
She didn't know that Riley had read her so well, but she wouldn't have been surprised -- nor would have any of her family. Mireia was a very passionate girl (like most Rondi women), and her emotions usually played a symphony across her face, and especially in those hazel eyes of hers. She was concerned for Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake, however. She had no idea how strong the little fairy was, and worried that perhaps she was too fragile to enjoy a thing like LaDanza de LaMuerta. She was concerned for Riley, too. The redhaired young man was almost frantic in his need to get to Cheesecake, and his emotions were washing off onto her. Yet, he took her hand and instinctively, her own closed around his. Surprise registered in her face when he tried to draw her through the crowd toward those that were dancing in the middle of a circle. Non-Rondi natives were usually lost to a dance like this one. "Are you -- Are you sure? Cheesecake..." Her pretty black shawl slipped a little from her shoulders, further revealing the smooth olive-tone flesh of her naked shoulders. No doubt that same hue was on her cheeks and brow and nose as well, but all of that was covered in white and black and colored make up of a sugar skull. "I'm--" she almost told him her title, but instead smiled, "--Mira. My name is Mira." Mostly true, after all. "We can keep looking for your fairy," she said to him. "We don't have to dance." But just as obviously as he could read her concern, he could also read her hope and eagerness to dance at all, even if it was terribly. She wanted to join with the music and the life of the festival. After all, once the festival was done, she would be sailing to war. |
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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 Nov 4, 2017 20:01:27 GMT -8
She was close -- so close, so warm -- that the swells of her breasts above the tight curve of her bodice were almost brushing against his chest. Her toned arms were almost resting on his shoulders as her hands worked the strings at the back of his head to tie a slowly-forming knot. Her hair dark Rondi eyes were a rich brown that seemed to sparkle and laugh with a charming humor directed at him, and her hair was an inky black with that streak of shimmering silver running through it. " No one can party like the dead can party," she said to him, her face close... ... but a mask between Regal Al'nin Withernorth's mouth and hers. " The Rondi celebrate the dead like no other nation I have ever seen. We will drink, we will eat, we will be merry, and we will..." her quiet, sexy voice trailed off as her fingertips tied the knot tight and no longer gave her an excuse to stay close. But she did anyway. " ...dance. Perhaps." She drew away from him and toward his side, looking out among the crowd. " What do you see now?" |
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