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 Apr 22, 2018 16:31:11 GMT -8
One last time, Jun skeptically scrutinized the curious confection. The warmth was welcome in this world of whimsy. She felt that Blackbean would have picked up on any pernicious potions concealed in the cookie. And she, a mage, did not sense any malevolent magic. One she decided she was done alliterating to herself, she went ahead and took a bite. "Mmm... These are good." She handed a bit to Blackbean, who took up the crumb in his beak. "These are really good." She took another bite. And another, and another, until she had stuffed the whole thing in her mouth. ... The dreams of a different time, a delightful demon chef who dwelled in the Midnight Sun, an unparalleled paragon of culinary composition. His works had known no equal until today. So... good... Can't... stop... alliterating!After it was finished making claw marks underneath the table, her hand darted for the plate once again when suddenly she heard the knock on the door. "... Why?" She wimpered. She sighed (loudly) and turned to the door. As she strode over, she finally began to feel the waves of comfort and relaxation that made her want to take a nap, waves which had been temporarily overriden by her oral orga- "Can I help you?" She stuck her head out to get a bettet look at who or what these queen's guards were.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Apr 25, 2018 17:26:53 GMT -8
Keph followed the girl as she pulled him by his hand, the lad was in a sort of zombie-ish state, he was still fairly out of it because of the spider's atrocious ringing! Although luckily his hearing appeared to be finally coming back to him, sadly the headache caused by the exact same ordeal showed no signs of subsiding! Keph covered his eyes at the pair left the tunnel and sudden display of sunlight risked temporarily blinding him! Right as this was happening, he finally appeared to be picking up some sound! It was that of the girl's soft voice.
He didn't have long to think on the girl's words before he felt his sensitive rabbit ears again being touched! The lad batted her hands away and hopped backwards! His hands moving to protect those horrid growths while scowling at her! What was it with women and rabbit ears?! With his eyes still squinted as they had not yet fully adapted, he brought up his notebook to respond to the girl who was now calling him "cute"...
"Keph is not cute nor a rabbit! He is a brave, strong, and magnificent adventurer! The cowardly dormouse gave Keph these ears!"
He held this note up for more than enough time for the girl to read it, then bringing it down, flipping the page, and continuing... but before he had time to finish the next message... he saw that poor deer getting hung by its neck and dragged upwards into the tree! A horrified Keph stared at the scene, before frantically writing up a new message next to the incomplete one:
"Who is sh- (the h's left leg dragging along most of the page, something Keph had accidentally done out of surprise at seeing the deer's horrific demise!) Where is Keph? Where is Jun? What are those spiders? How did she deal with them?" The second part of the message had worse handwriting than usual and was pumped out in less than half the time he usually took.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Apr 25, 2018 18:28:31 GMT -8
Outside of Jun's little cookie heaven stood a tall, imposing guardsman in a rather ostentatious hat. It was almost a foot tall, brushed black leather with several fluffy white feathers stuck in the band. He looked down at Jun, twirling his mustache with one hand and resting the other on his hip. Oddly enough, he didn't seem to carry a sword or spear. Instead, a small wooden puppet hung limply from his belt, held in place by a simple leather loop.
"What are you doing in here, young woman? You'd best get out, before you're arrested for breaking and entering and thievery of cookies. Besides, it's not safe. Haven't you heard? This place will be a war zone within a fortnight. You must head back to the heartland, quickly."
He gestured vaguely down the dusty dirt road. Birds sang in the trees, blissfully unaware of the apparent coming conflict.
"We expect the wizard to be bringing his forces directly down this valley, it's no place for someone like you. Come on now, hurry! Back to the heartland! The queen will have my head if she hears that I've left a civilian here. Where were you when we were evacuating everyone?"
Meanwhile, back in the clearing, the young woman stopped her twirling to squint at Keph's writing. She giggled, trying her best to pat him on the head once more.
"Are you Keph? Is that your name? Why don't you talk? If you can't talk, then sing! It's awfully inconvenient to have to read your little notes here, you know. What's a Jun? I don't know what that is, or where that is. You are a cute little bunny-rabbit though, don't let anybody tell you otherwise! I bet you're so strong."
She ran off to the edge of the woods to pick an apple hanging from a pine tree. Wrapping the apple up in a scarf, she hurried back to Keph, grinning all the while.
"What are the spiders? Why, they're just that. Haven't you seen them before, or heard them? That's an awful shame, they're oh-so-much fun. Look at this!"
She held out the apple in her hands, holding it in the scarf and being careful not to touch its skin. Taking a deep breath, she blew on the shiny red surface, and the apple split open and revealed a hollow interior within a false, egg-like shell. Inside, hundreds of tiny bell spiders clustered and scurried about, escaping the apple and crawling over the scarf. The girl shook it out, dropping the spiders and the false apple casually onto the ground, where they chimed shrilly and scattered into the woods.
"Now, now, Mr. Bunny-Rabbit. Would you like some tea? Some cookies? I have all sorts of things, more than I can ever keep track of. Don't you think it's funny how many things people have? It's so hard to remember them all. When's the last time you thought about how many dishtowels you have?"
A shadow fell over the bright, sunny clearing. If Keph looked up, he'd see a storm cloud beginning to make its way over the sun, grumbling and growling with thunder.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Apr 25, 2018 20:00:31 GMT -8
At this point, Keph was feeling less shy from the girl's pats and caressing and was starting to feel more disturbed than anything else. While to the naked eye, she might just appear to be energetic, Keph knew energetic, so to his trained eye, he knew there was something clearly wrong with her! He looked back down to his notebook, another message being written, this time slow, cautiously, his eyes looking back up and staying on the lass! He did not trust her for a second, yet sadly she was really the only one that could guide him around that crazy place!
"Keph is indeed Keph. He isn't a bunny rabbit, a dormouse cursed him with these rabbit ears, and yes, he is quite strong." Keph glared at her from over the notebook, he looked confused, suspicious, and annoyed from her insistence that he was a damn rabbit! He refused to even respond to her inane comment on how he should sing! If he couldn't talk he obviously couldn't sing and he wasn't about to risk her now too giving him some odd curse that would force him to do so... he'd really rather not have to go through that in addition to all this...
The young lad watched as she walked off to take an apple from a nearby tree, but was oddly cautious with touching it, the reason for that soon became obvious as hundreds of spiders poured out of it. Now, Keph had been raised from quite the young age to be a hunter. This wasn't anything out of the ordinary back in his village of origin, after all, food was an obvious necessity and even when he was a young teenager or even just wee child, it was seen as his duty to help the village as much as anyone else. Now, being a hunter Keph had seen all manner of wildlife and the clever ways it preyed upon and managed to escape being prey, that being said this was one of the most clever and horrifying tricks he'd seen any species play! She had no doubt been careful with that scarf because of how aggressive those hatchlings likely were and if he had at any point bitten into an apple like that, he would've likely been eaten from the inside...
...it was safe to say that Keph would likely never again take eating an apple so lightly...
He stared at the girl as she asked him if he wanted any tea or cookies before she went on to again spout some inane thought... he had to think for a moment since he had no idea if the cookies or tea would be safe considering what he had just now seen.
A dark shadow loomed over Keph as a thundercloud passed over, a storm was brewing, he could only stare upwards and sigh in resignation... wherein the hells could Jun be?
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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 Apr 30, 2018 7:21:46 GMT -8
Jun's eyes of course went straight to the hat, then to the doll, then to the man's moustache. It was actually the doll that interested her the most in a pragmatic sense. What kind of soldier used a doll for a weapon? It must have been a focus of some kind, like her sword or harness, or a traditional staff. A doll was an interesting choice for one of those... Then it was back to the mustache.
She nodded her head politely until he was finished.
"That's a long story... is what I would say if it was actually a long story, because now that I think about it it's actually not a long story at all. I was traveling through a forest with my friend Keph, a boy with white hair and a notebook that he speaks through. He is very shy you see. We found a strange portal in the form of a closet, and next thing I know, here I am. Also would you like a cookie? They aren't mine but they're reaaally good."
She cleared her throat and opened the door wider, revealing Blackbean, who was likely pecking voraciously at one of the cookies. "Come on, Blackbean." Assuming the crow wasn't adversely effected by the treat, he'd flutter along and sit on her shoulder.
"Oh, I should..." Not one to be a cookie thief, she reached into her robe and pulled out a bag filled with semi-precious stones. These were still used as currency among some Land-Tiller clans who hadn't fully adapted to Isran currency. She found a piece of hematite, a black stone with a rainbow luster, about the size of a walnut. Thinking this was adequate payment for two cookies, she carefully placed it next to the plate. But as she did so, she made a subtle action with her hand which, from a distance would look like she was spinning the stone on the table just for fun. That was the goal actually, except she wasn't actually touching it. She was subtley testing to see if her magic still worked. "Anyways, I don't mind heading into the Heartland if it helps me find Keph and get back, but what exactly is this war about?"
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Apr 30, 2018 9:22:15 GMT -8
The girl beamed at Keph, grabbing both of his hands in her own. Stepping to the beat of a tune that only she could hear, she dragged the boy through a whirling, twirling dance. They waltzed through the field despite whatever protests that Keph may have, no matter how many left feet the poor boy had been born with. The girl seemed lost in her own world, without a single care or concern to darken her day. As they danced, she clicked the heels of her bright red boots once, twice, three times...and then the pair was up in the air, dancing up into the sky. Keph would feel the air beneath his feet pushing him up, as though he were standing on a pile of pillows. Not exactly a ballroom floor, but it didn't seem to bother the girl, who continued leading him at an increasingly frantic tempo in their dance as their steps took them up and over the treetops.
"You're my favorite bunny-rabbit, Keph. You know that? I've never met such a sweet dance partner, nobody ever wants to dance!"
Jun, on the other hand, would not be met with such an exhilarating adventure. The soldier declined the cookies with a wave of his hand. He scratched his marvelous mustache for a moment, mulling over Jun's description of Keph before shaking his head.
"No, I can't say that I've seen such a boy anywhere. He really ought not to stay around here for too much longer either, if he knows what's good for him. It really isn't safe. Come along, I'll explain the war on the way to the Heartland."
Meanwhile, Blackbean would find the cookie to be just as delicious as the one Jun had tasted. As he fluttered up to Jun's shoulder, he'd realize that the world was much, much brighter and sparklier than usual. The sky was shining, and Jun's eyes would seem to glow, leaving trails in the air as she moved her head. Why on earth was Jun spinning...no, it was just Blackbean's own head that was spiraling out of control. Still, he'd manage to stay on her shoulder, despite having to grip a little harder than usual.
Jun's little stone would waver and wobble for a moment before finally spinning around under her spell. As the guard beckoned to her and they began walking down the road, he began to explain the war to her, his hand resting idly on the little wooden doll.
"The war has been brewing for an awful long time, but it's just now started to boil over. The Wizard has finally gotten the support of the witches, and together they're moving in towards the Heartland. The queen has ordered the outer reaches evacuated and for the troops to dig in to defend, but if you ask me, it isn't looking good. The Wizard's forces are coming in from north, south, east, and west. It's called the Heartland because it's in the middle, and right now we're surrounded. We didn't think the Northern and Southern witches would side with the wizard, but we were wrong. Now we're in an awfully bad spot."
He paused to salute a platoon of soldiers, marching in rank down the road. They all wore a dull reddish uniform, embellished with a heart pattern on the collar. Like the guard, they also carried wooden dolls at their hips, although theirs were painted a matte black and red rather than the guard's more ornately decorated one. Once the troops passed, the guard turned back to Jun.
"So, where are you from, exactly? Did you say you came out of a closet?"
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on May 2, 2018 20:42:58 GMT -8
Keph did not look amused at all, at that moment! What did she think she was doing?! She had all of a sudden started whirling and twirling while taking him along for the ride! He had not asked for this - he had definitely not asked for this! The young lad looked irked, but he briefly tolerated it... except when she called him her favourite bunny rabbit. Her noggin' was definitely not working properly! He had already told her he wasn't a freaking bunny rabbit! He was done at this point, but just as he was about to walk away... he noticed he couldn't feel anything under his feet, that was odd.
Looking down he quickly noticed why he felt nothing beneath his feet, that's because there was nothing under his feet! Gods above, as much as Keph hated his predicament, he couldn't really let go of the insane girl now, could he? The fact that she was complaining about the fact that no one ever wanted to dance with her didn't do much to improve his mood, he could think of a reason or two why people didn't take her up on her waltzes.
Keph clenched his teeth tightly together and held onto her for dear life! Looks like there was little he could do but do his best to enjoy the ride and hope it didn't last long.
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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 May 3, 2018 20:24:01 GMT -8
"Uh... Evidently I'm from somewhere far away." Jun looked around at her environment, still impressed by its beauty but increasingly insecure. "Damn."
Jun quickly realized how bad it would be to have to track down Keph if this region was going to be embroiled in a war. Then again, if he had perhaps wound up in another hut, he would also be evacuated too would he not? This heartland was likely the best place to search.
But then again hearing about a war and a side that desperately needed help was giving her an itch to scratch.
"I doubt my homeland is any relevant. It's a tribal land that's also a protectorate in a larger empire. Uh, before I give any more details, I have a bizarre question. And I hope you won't take offense. This war, is it a fairly straight forward good guy bad guy affair or are the parties involved er... morally ambiguous? Why is the wizard coming after this place?"
Poor Blackbean held on tight to Jun's shoulder as he beheld the wonders of the effervescent cosmos.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 4, 2018 12:41:48 GMT -8
As they stepped and spun their way over the treetops and through the air, the girl's dance would begin to calm down. Her frantic twirling and complex footwork began to taper off, growing more and more sedate until the two were simply swaying gently back and forth, caught in a slow dance that could only end one way. And indeed, it was only a few minutes of dancing like this before the girl clutched Keph close, staring deep into his eyes. From so close, Keph could see every subtle twitch of her eyes, how they were ever-so-slightly more open than was normal. Her bright green irises were almost completely obscured by the deep black pupils, dilated wide as she gazed at the "bunny-rabbit" in her arms.
"Bunny-rabbit, you're the best...so cute, so handsome, more than anyone else. Everyone here is so ugly, or so mean, but you're so sweet..."
She leaned in towards him, eyes closing as she brought her lips closer and closer to his own.
Meanwhile, the guard would consider Jun's question carefully for a moment, stroking that magnificent mustache of his before nodding.
"I would say that the Wizard wants the Heartland because he feels that it should be his. I cannot say as to the moral ambiguities of this whole conflict, I'm no philosopher or politician. All I can say is that the whole conflict is a result of madness on both sides, of an inability to reconcile the simplest things...but what do I know, anyway? I'm just a guard."
If Jun happened to glance up at that moment, she might spot an odd sight in the air above the treetops. A familiar white-haired figure would be floating up there, in the arms of a young woman in a white dress, who seemed to be just about to kiss him. Blackbean, on the other hand, would be having a very different experience entirely. On Jun's other shoulder stood another crow that nobody else seemed to notice, a stuffed crow with ragged feathers and black buttons for eyes.
"Caw," said the stuffed crow. It jabbed its beak towards the guard's hat. "Caw caw." There is birdseed under that hat, and other wonderful treats, it seemed to say. Trust me. Whenever it opened its worn beak, a viscous black liquid would drip out, falling and staining Jun's shirt. Ink? Something else, perhaps? Who could tell? Certainly not Jun, who would not see anything at all.
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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 May 4, 2018 13:31:21 GMT -8
"Huh... I see." Jun put her hands in her pockets and stared at the road they were walking with a pensive intensity. Simplest things. What a bizarre and sad reason for a war, not even something deeply ingrained in the culture, based on the guard's response.
"Well... anyways, the land I come from is called the Isran Empire, and the protectorate is called the Land-Tiller's state. And yah, I found a closet in the middle of a forest. I suppose that sounds crazy but it's not like magic doesn't exist here. I only asked because I wouldn't mind helping, especially with the protection of innocent civil-"
This is about when Blackbean's frenetic flapping and screeching began. The crow earlier had cocked his head curiously at the mysterious new foe, and then processed the fact that crows weren't normally capable of telepathic communication, nor having buttons for eyes. He started cawing aggressively, but that caw turned into an almost dog like bark when the ink spilled onto Jun's shoulder. This was an insult! Keep your spittle to yourself you vile fiend! No one soils my partner's clothes but me!
Jun instinctively turned in the opposite direction, expecting an attack of some kind. Blackbean was a better alarm than most dogs. Even seeing nothing, her eyes leered about, until she happened to take in just the right patch of sky...
"Keph?" It hit her like a brick. What was Keph doing in the sky? And who was that girl about to kiss her?! Blackbean had good instincts about these things. Perhaps she was a malevolent being!
"Hey!" She yelled up at the sky. The soldier would sense an aura of magical energy forming around her, an ornery electricity on a short fuse. "Who are you and what are you doing with my friend?!"
Blackbean was a bit confused, but kept cawing aggressively to get the drooling phantasm off Jun's shoulder.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on May 4, 2018 14:24:44 GMT -8
Oh, gods. Hells under. When would it stop?!
Keph was starting to feel nauseous, as the quick, one-sided waltz carried on. While the girl twirled with complex footwork on her side, Keph would just be hanging onto her for dear life, while his legs stretched outwards as he was spun around! His legs suddenly dropped as the spinning slowed down and Keph was reminded that gravity did in fact exist. As they began to slowly drop in the midst of the slow dance, he'd fail to notice just how close she was to him and all of the little details of her face, he was a tad more worried about the fall more than the crazy girl before him.
The poor lad was caught completely off guard, having little time to react, the moment he looked back at the crazy lass their lips were already pressing. Keph's face went crimson - did it just get fairly hot in here? Yet things were about to get worse, as he heard Jun yell from afar! Jun, where had she been all this time?! Usually, he'd be delighted to hear an ally's voice, but this... this was just weird.
Without much thought put into what he was doing (something that had a habit of making the situation worse for Keph), the young lad threw out his arms, trying to shove the girl away! Now, they were lower than before and just above the treetops, so it was unlikely that Keph would die from that height, but it was pretty certain that if he actually fell it was going to hurt.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 4, 2018 16:46:22 GMT -8
The girl let out a soft mmmph as she kissed Keph, completely ignoring the yelling woman beneath her. Did she even hear Jun's shouts of concern? Who could tell? She certainly didn't seem to notice, and was lost on her own little world of bliss...until Keph shoved her away. She cried out in shock and dismay as Keph forced himself out of her arms, reaching out in a vain attempt to catch him. Keph, however, would find himself falling through the air away from her, his cushion of uplifting air vanishing the moment her hands left him. Surely the ground hadn't been this far away when he'd looked the first time...but regardless of how far down it seemed, it would likely be quite a painful drop.
Meanwhile, on the ground, the guard would look up in shock at Jun's outburst and spot the pair in the sky. He pulled a whistle from his pocket and blew a shrill note, before shouting at them.
"Hey! You two, get down from there! How did you get up there, anyways?"
Blackbean, on the other hand, would not notice Keph's plight at all. The button-eyed raven on Jun's shoulder would cackle and caw at him, taunting him. Its tattered feathers and spindly legs would begin to melt into the same inky-black substance that had dripped from its beak, and it would slowly begin to melt over Jun's shoulder and arm, dripping down and beginning to cover her body in an oily black fluid.
"Caw," it said once more. What are you going to do, little pet? Your master doesn't care. She likes me better.
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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 May 4, 2018 18:48:29 GMT -8
Jun didn't mind boys falling for her. But this wasn't quite what she wanted.
"Damnit!" She thrusted a hand up towards Keph, and if all went according to plan a surge of psionic energy would appear beneath Keph and absorb the weight of his fall like jello. He would feel the bouncy, violet-tinted, translucent energy caress him and slowly lower him down to the ground next to her. He'd hit the grass with a gentle plop as opposed to the bone-breaking crunch that would have befallen him.
She then glared up at the floating dressy girl with all the annoyance her eyeballs could muster.
Blackbean meanwhile had launched a full on feathery assault on the inky usurper. He had clamped his beak around a wrinkle of cloth just beneath Jun's shoulder blade where he perceived the epicenter of the spreading goo was located. He hung there, thrashing, determined to tear the goo off her robes.
Jun was too busy giving the floating girl the classic woman's death stare to pay Blackbean much mind. He was probably trying to kill a spider or something.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on May 4, 2018 21:18:08 GMT -8
What the fuck had he gotten himself into, this time? Keph wasn't much for cussing, he found cussing to be overly used and unelegant, he didn't even use them when thinking... yet there weren't many words that could describe how bad of a situation he was in. Now, he didn't blame himself for what he had done, that insane girl deserved it and he didn't want to deal with her any longer, yet maaaaaybe he could've tolerated it for just a bit longer or even had waited for Jun to come to his rescue? But no, he had to be the ol' rash, manly man that did things his way. He'd probably be pretty annoyed at himself if the fact that he was about to fall to his death wasn't keeping him a tidbit distracted.
Now, while Keph acting intuitively could prove problematic (after all, it got him into this mess), it also had a tendency to help him out it hard spots! Why think quickly when you don't need to think at all? The young lad had fallen from many a high place (usually a tree) and so instinctively moved onto his side! He flexed his arm, placed a hand against the side of his head, that arm was no doubt going to break and definitely would break in more places than one, but hopefully it'd take most of the damage...
He closed his eyes now, waiting for the impact against the first branch... but oddly it never came... wait had he just slowed down? Why did he feel all... gooey? Is this what being dead felt like? His eyes slowly reopened, noticing that he was on the ground, next to Jun. He instantly hopped onto his feet, throwing up his arms in joy! He was alive!
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 5, 2018 15:33:08 GMT -8
Jun's spell would waver a bit, just enough to make her possibly wonder whether or not it would work...but luckily, it held. Keph dropped into the magical cushion with a soft bloop, bouncing gently before settling down. It would be a painless but very odd sensation, which was definitely better than breaking his limbs crashing through the trees to the ground. Up above, the girl would gasp, clutching her hands to her mouth as he fell. Upon seeing him bounce harmlessly, she let out a sigh of relief...almost immediately cut short by a shrill cry as she noticed Jun glaring at her. She stepped down to the ground as though she were walking down stairs, stalking down the road towards Jun. The guard stepped aside, not wanting to get into an altercation between two apparent magic-users.
"Who are you?! Bunny-rabbit is mine, you don't get to keep him. Mine! Don't glare at me like that! What's wrong with your bird?"
Indeed, Blackbean would likely be very concerned indeed. As he attacked the melting facsimile of a crow, the black oily fluid would continue to flow over Jun. The bird liquefied more and more as Blackbean poked and prodded at it, until it melted entirely, leaving only the two black buttons floating on top of the ink. The now-liquid bird began to flow up Jun's shoulder, up towards her face. The buttons drifted up along with it, settling over Jun's own eyes.
She's mine, Blackbean. Caw caw.
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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 May 6, 2018 20:47:10 GMT -8
"You don't let your bunny rabbits fall from a two story height. That is animal abuse at a minimum." She put her hands on her hips and looked cross, which was actually a step down from the look Jun was giving her before. Now she felt more like an angry parent. "Now if Keph were a cat I could sort of understand but ouch what the pft pfft pff-"
Jun was interrupted by Blackbean assaulting her widows peak from the top of her head. He then lost his footing and was beating his wings against her face as he struggled to climb back up.
"Blickbin fur er yi pfft pfft pleh." She managed to grab a hold of Blackbean, who was cawing irately. Her two hands were gently clasped under his wings.
"Easy... Here. Hold him for a second. If you drop him he can fly." She handed Blackbean to the strange girl in an almost comical reversal of trust. Blackbean would continue to glare at Jun's face suspiciously, occasionally barking angrily.
"But if you try to steal him or try anything funny I'll turn you into a rosebush." Jun lied. She could tell her powers were weaker here, but they were still strong enough to bluff her way through most situations. She wondered if what was weakening her powers was also affecting Blackbean.
"Keph, are you alright? Are you hurt?" She asked in a much softer tone. "Was she the one that turned your ears? Want me to try to cure them?"
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on May 7, 2018 20:08:46 GMT -8
That was too close even for Keph! It'd been a while since he'd come that close to potentially dying. Although, the joy he was now feeling didn't last very long as he saw the odd girl now stepping down to the ground and towards him and Jun. Keph was quick to take a few steps getting ready of any sort of fighting broke out, which at this point he was sort of expecting, seeing as how this girl had gotten inexplicably obsessed with him.
"Miss Jun, she is crazy. Yes, he thinks its time these ears go."
Keph looked pale (even more so than he already was) and gave her a stern look, he had difficulty believing just how lightly Jun was taking the crazy girl; not only was she crazy, but she was a magic user and Jun was just letting her guard down and handing her Blackbean - was he the only sane one there?! Hopefully, with the loss of his bunny ears, she might finally calm down and stop thinking he's a rabbit.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 8, 2018 19:35:19 GMT -8
Jun was saying something, but Blackbean wouldn't be able to hear her anymore. The inky blackness had consumed her, dripping down her body, with the shiny black buttons sitting proudly over her eyes. The ink continued to drip down to the ground, spreading out over the road. It was increasingly hard to hear anything, voices being drowned out by the thick gurgling and dripping of the ink across the ground. If he looked up, he'd see a black stain spreading across the sky, blocking out the fluffy white clouds. The world was growing darker and darker, blackness spreading across everything in his vision at an alarmingly fast rate. All he could hear was the dripping and bubbling of the ink, and an increasingly mocking Caw caw caw in his head until everything went black..
Meanwhile, the girl accepted the unfortunate bird, holding it in both hands and staring at it as though she'd been handed a particularly oddly shaped turnip. She held him up for a moment before putting him down on the ground, where he'd very likely flop over as he passed out. As Jun suggested that she could possibly remove Keph's ears, the girl gasped. She ran to Keph, throwing her arms around him and trying to pull him away from Jun. She glared at the woman, left eye twitching alarmingly.
"No! He's mine! Don't you dare touch him, you awful monster woman! Keep your hands off my bunny-rabbit, and don't you take away his ears! What sort of horrible demon would do such a thing?!"
She didn't seem to notice the writing Keph's notebook, or if she did she didn't care. From so close, Keph would be able to feel her heart pounding through her chest, beating like she'd just sprinted a mile. She licked her painted-red lips, squeezing Keph tighter.
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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 May 10, 2018 1:07:03 GMT -8
Jun watched as Blackbean started cawing all around him, as if he were being swarmed by an invisible plague of gnats. Finally he seemed like he had had enough of this reality and fainted, his head instinctively retracting to the side as birds are wont to do when they sleep. Concerned, Jun crouched down and pet him while checking his vitals. Demon crows were exceptionally brave, resilient creatures with iron stomachs. It was odd that he would just freak out like that.
"Mmm, guess I know not to feed you cookies. At least I hope that's what it was." She continued to stroke him sadly for a bit. Then she turned and stared at the rude girl for a couple of seconds while rummaging through her pockets for something. When she found what she was looking for, she cocked her head and looked sideways. "Well, I mean, I guess his ears are pretty damn cute. You know, it's really not a bad look for him, if you're into that sort of *gasp* what's that over there?!"
She pointed her fingers over at nothing with great shock and sincerity, then quickly flicked the seed at Keph's head with her thumb, where it would seem to stick to his flesh as it split and sprouted. Keph would recognize the vine as a sort of magic-killer, a druidic anti-magic tool. The parasitic vine feasted on foreign magic and spells, and as it sprouted it would start growing upwards towards Keph's head, gradually shrinking his rabbit ears and turning him back to normal. Directly correlated with the shrinking of the ears was the growth of a large purple flower that would smell of a musky lavender.
While the vine did its thing, Jun would return to tending to Blackbean.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on May 12, 2018 11:47:21 GMT -8
Keph let out a quiet 'Eek!' and flailed his arms in surprise to the crazy girl's hug - granted, from where he was, he felt like it was less of a hug and more of a grapple! Being close enough to her chest to be able to hear her heart pounding didn't make him feel any better either, it all was making him veeeeery uncomfortable, why even was her heart beating so rapidly, anyway?
His gaze would briefly look towards Blackbean, poor bird. Yet he wouldn't have long to feel pity for another being, as Jun appeared to suddenly be agreeing with the Kidnapper about his ears! Dammit, Jun, what was wrong with her?! His ears were not cute and he was not cute, but a fearsome hunter! As Keph went on a mental tirade, Jun had somehow successfully tricked the girl with the oldest trick in the book and now his bunny ears were starting to shrink!
Freeeeeeeedom! They were gone! Oh, praise whatever was looking out for him... well, besides Rara. Now, just maybe, just hopefully the girl would finally see him for the human he was and let him go! She could go accost an actual rabbit for all he cared, at this point!
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