Commander Jaran Kharr
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: 46
Physical Description: A tall, powerful man, Jaran is a middle-aged warrior, standing at a height of just over six feet tall. His face is masculine and angular, covered with scars and nicks and browned by the sun over the many years of his service. He has a dusting of mid-length feathery sable hair, with piercing deep set eyes of a pale glacial blue. Despite his size, he carries himself with an air of elegance and grace befitting a knight, though his resting expression is a grim and serious one. All in all he is a very handsome but mostly normal human, but for when he smiles, revealing a pair of sharp artificial silvery fangs where his canines should be.
Clothes and Equipment: =========
Jaran's battle gear is a heavy set of steel plate armour inlaid with silver designs of a crescent moon, indicative of his position within the Silvermoon Slaver Cartel. The silver inlays glimmer brilliantly in the light, and the steel is extremely well taken care of and of the highest quality. Upon his back he wears a long silver cloak, fastened to his chest with a crescent moon broach, a long enchanted hand-and-a-half sword resting beneath its folds. Occasionally he may be seen with an oaken longbow strapped across his back, which he uses for hunting -- be his quarry beast or man.
Registered: Mar 28, 2018 7:18:08 GMT -8
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Post by Commander Jaran Kharr on Apr 6, 2018 17:20:06 GMT -8
Jaran's eyes widen a bit, and his eyebrows raise. His grin drops from his face, and is replaced by a flat-lipped expression of surprise. It's the first time he's been surprised in Roxanne's presence, and the expression softens his hard facial features for once, almost making him seem human. The look is fleeting, however, and soon his lips turn back up into a bemused grin. "Really? You think I'd take you for one night instead of something I was willing to offer five-hundred thousand crowns for? Are you mad, woman? What an audacious offer," he laughs, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.
Still, the look on his face tells that he's seriously considering the offer. His gaze glides down Roxanne's body, but covered as it is by armour, there's no way for him to appraise the goods, so to speak, to garner their worth. "Remove your armour and the clothing underneath," he demands, bluntly, his eyes snapping back up to hers. His grin is suddenly gone, replaced by the poker face of a stern and scrupulous businessman.
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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 Apr 7, 2018 10:15:16 GMT -8
Roxanne's face burned as he ridiculed her offer. Of course, it was ludicrous. Why would a night with her, of all people, be worth all that money? She hadn't considered this. It was a ridiculous plan...but still, it seemed that he was willing to entertain her offer. When he ordered her to undress, she hesitated. This was it, her last chance to back out. There was no going back from here, no changing her mind and running from the room. Could she do it? She had to, for the sake of the children and Raena. Taking a deep breath, she complied, unbuckling her heavy steel armor. The plates fell to the ground with a clank, and her clothing soon followed.
[Fade to black]
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Commander Jaran Kharr
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: 46
Physical Description: A tall, powerful man, Jaran is a middle-aged warrior, standing at a height of just over six feet tall. His face is masculine and angular, covered with scars and nicks and browned by the sun over the many years of his service. He has a dusting of mid-length feathery sable hair, with piercing deep set eyes of a pale glacial blue. Despite his size, he carries himself with an air of elegance and grace befitting a knight, though his resting expression is a grim and serious one. All in all he is a very handsome but mostly normal human, but for when he smiles, revealing a pair of sharp artificial silvery fangs where his canines should be.
Clothes and Equipment: =========
Jaran's battle gear is a heavy set of steel plate armour inlaid with silver designs of a crescent moon, indicative of his position within the Silvermoon Slaver Cartel. The silver inlays glimmer brilliantly in the light, and the steel is extremely well taken care of and of the highest quality. Upon his back he wears a long silver cloak, fastened to his chest with a crescent moon broach, a long enchanted hand-and-a-half sword resting beneath its folds. Occasionally he may be seen with an oaken longbow strapped across his back, which he uses for hunting -- be his quarry beast or man.
Registered: Mar 28, 2018 7:18:08 GMT -8
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Post by Commander Jaran Kharr on Apr 7, 2018 12:52:22 GMT -8
Jaran’s eyes slowly snake up and down the toned woman’s nude figure, a hunger growing in them, burning away the ice that usually resides within his gaze. He stands and extinguishes the silver candle with the tips of his index finger and thumb, before walking around to the other side of the table. The lighting is dim, enough to force Roxanne to strain just a little bit to see her temporary master. The nearly seven foot man towers over Roxanne, and as his own armour falls from his body a powerful figure is revealed, featuring toned yet reasonably bulky arms, a set of powerful abdominal muscles, and legs built for speed even in heavy armour. His body is dotted with scars, his skin marred by his many years of battle.
He is also massive in...other ways, pushing the upper limit of human possibility, and his wolffish gaze only adds to his intimidating presence as he gets a better look at the blushing maid from this angle. His touch is surprisingly gentle, however, as he runs the back of his fingertips across her cheek, before grasping her by the shoulders and guiding her into a sitting position upon the desk, laying a trail of tender kisses down her neck. Lower and lower down her figure he goes, guiding his gentle touch inexorably downward... [fade to black]
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