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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Apr 23, 2018 14:28:57 GMT -8
 The Town of HollinThe first thing any traveler wandering through the area would likely notice is the huge fields of tulips surrounding the town. Hollin is renowned for its tulips, which grow in all sorts of colors in massive quantities. They're cultivated by the townsfolk and sold to visitors by the bunch, although more industrious visitors often purchase bulbs instead. Besides the colorful flowers, the town is also known for its buttery apple or peach-filled pastries. |
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Apr 23, 2018 14:35:39 GMT -8
Roy walked into the town, gazing around at all the colorful flowers sitting in every window box and on every street stand. His uncle often told young men around town that Roxanne liked tulips best, causing them to leave the occasional bunch at the candy shop. The fact that Roxanne wasn't very fond of tulips at all didn't seem to bother Renalt, who took them and placed them around his house. However, now that Roxanne was out of town, Uncle Renalt's supply of free tulips had dried up. He'd sent Roy out to this remote town to purchase more, and was very specific about how many of each color he wanted. Roy didn't mind the errand at all, as he liked buying tulips more than getting them through his uncle's unscrupulous methods.
As he strolled about looking for tulips that were "sort of orange-y red, but not too red" according to his uncle's instructions, his nose caught a whiff of something sweet and sugary. Taking a detour, he found himself in a small bakery, full of delicious-looking treats full of butter and treacle and all manner of unhealthy things. Five minutes later, he found himself sitting outside at a table, eating some sort of almond pastry. It had almonds in it, it had to be good for him...right?
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Rococo Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 15 
Age: 37
Physical Description: She has the Fletcher family's trademark white hair, worn long; deep blue eyes and a face sprinkled with freckles. She stands at 5'11" tall enough to peer over the heads of most women and look a knight in the eye. She dresses a little like a rakish pirate, with a flouncy white shirt and under-bust black corset. Black velvet trousers and leather knee boots with spurs complete the ensemble, often topped by a short cape adorned with a large flower pinned to the lapel.
Clothes and Equipment: Rococo travels everywhere with her baby, carried in a sling under her cape, or bundled in her arms. His name is Chocolate Boy. If you look closely there is something a little "off" about this infant, but if you look too closely then Rococo may plant a dagger into your leg. Rococo wears her dagger strapped to her thigh and has a couple of other small knives and little tools about her person as well as multiple pouches of what she calls "ingredients", although it is unclear what they are ingredients for.
Player's online availability : Around :D
Registered: Apr 18, 2018 8:50:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rococo Fletcher on Apr 24, 2018 5:48:36 GMT -8
When Roy was almost done with his delicious almond croissant, a husky voice spoke from directly behind him. He would be able to feel Rococo's breath next to his ear as the voice intoned, “I knew it was you, I could smell the chocolate.” She put a hand on Roy's shoulder and gave him an exaggerated sniff. “Almonds too. So, you were right, Chocolate Boy...” She let go of Roy's shoulder suddenly and walked around the table to sit opposite him. In the daylight, Rococo looked quite pleasant as she smiled at her young nephew. “He knew you would come, in fact, We've been waiting for a day or so, young Royal. I am already sick of tulips.” She looked about shiftily at all the garish colours and dandled the swaddling-wrapped Chocolate Boy upon her knee. Perhaps she would poison a few of the troughs and baskets where they grew. “I bought you these clogs,” she announced, apropros of nothing, putting down a fresh pair of wooden clogs in exactly Roy's size onto the middle of the table. They had the words “A present from Hollin!” painted on them along with a stylised tulip flower. “You'll be able to float on water now,” she added ominously.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Apr 24, 2018 5:58:43 GMT -8
Roy turned, surprised to hear a familiar voice in such a place. Was that really his aunt Rococo? It had been so long since he'd seen her last, and he'd been so small...if he remembered correctly, she'd scolded him for eating pudding before dinner once. He grinned, turning to face her and scooting away slightly as she sniffed him. She'd always been a bit of an eccentric one. When she mentioned a "chocolate boy", Roy wondered who she was talking to. Was she referring to him?
"How did you know I would be here? I didn't even know I was going to be here. Still, it's good to see you, Aunt Rococo! How have you been? Have you been enjoying the tulips? Oh, who's this? I didn't know you had a baby! Congratulations!"
Roy peeked down at the swaddled bundle, wondering when his aunt had had a baby. Was it really a good idea, at her age? How old was she, anyway? However, his attention was pulled away from the bundle before he could get a good look as she plopped a pair of wooden clogs down on the table. He looked at them, somewhat confused. They weren't really his style, but looked to be exactly his size.
"Clogs? Um...thank you. I guess it's pretty cool that they're enchanted, I suppose it would be nice to float on water...but, uh, what brings you here? And what's the occasion for the gift?"
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Rococo Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 37
Physical Description: She has the Fletcher family's trademark white hair, worn long; deep blue eyes and a face sprinkled with freckles. She stands at 5'11" tall enough to peer over the heads of most women and look a knight in the eye. She dresses a little like a rakish pirate, with a flouncy white shirt and under-bust black corset. Black velvet trousers and leather knee boots with spurs complete the ensemble, often topped by a short cape adorned with a large flower pinned to the lapel.
Clothes and Equipment: Rococo travels everywhere with her baby, carried in a sling under her cape, or bundled in her arms. His name is Chocolate Boy. If you look closely there is something a little "off" about this infant, but if you look too closely then Rococo may plant a dagger into your leg. Rococo wears her dagger strapped to her thigh and has a couple of other small knives and little tools about her person as well as multiple pouches of what she calls "ingredients", although it is unclear what they are ingredients for.
Player's online availability : Around :D
Registered: Apr 18, 2018 8:50:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rococo Fletcher on Apr 25, 2018 12:29:05 GMT -8
“It's good to see you too, Roy,” she said, smiling nostalgically. She sighed, and looking down added very quietly, “and maybe for the last time, too...” then seemed to wipe a small tear away from her eye. “Oh yes, of course, you haven't met Chocolate Boy yet, have you? Hmm, what was that, Chocolate Boy?” she inclined her ear down towards where one supposed the baby's face would be.
“You're sad about what will happen to Roy? When we go to that place? But we still have to go, my poor dear thing.” She hugged the bundle to herself and rocked it, then smiled at Roy again and reached over to pat his hand gently. “He's very pleased to meet you. Is it just me, or have you … my, my, you have. You've shrunk! How unusual.” She gave Roy an enquiring look, before waving away her doubts and concerns. Young people were strange, so very strange. Far too modern for her, even though she tried to keep up with the trends and fashions. Smirking she said conspiratorially, “Actually I hate tulips. They remind me of that thing... you know, with cousin whatshername.”
She looked confused when Roy mentioned the clogs. “Enchanted? What makes you think so? I'm afraid, dear nephew, that I have bad news for you.” She leaned in close, over the table. “Someone is going to die. And it's you.”
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Apr 25, 2018 12:48:07 GMT -8
Chocolate boy? What an odd nickname for a child. Roy frowned as she seemed to talk to her little baby. Was she teasing him? She had to be. His aunt had always been rather eccentric, but it seemed to have gotten more extreme as the years had progressed. How long had it been since he'd seen her last? Nine years? Ten?
"Um...it's nice to meet him too...hey! I haven't shrunk! I just haven't grown very much, is all. And maybe I'm wearing bigger clothes and shorter shoes. Maybe. What's going to happen, now?"
He watched as she rocked the little child, wondering how the poor thing would end up when it grew up. Perhaps his aunt had simply succumbed to the stress of raising a child. Was she on her own? He hadn't heard anything about her getting married lately...but then again, he hadn't heard much of anything about her at all.
"You don't like tulips? That's quite a shame. Uncle Renalt adores them, he has them everywhere. And yeah, hahaha, that thing, with her, um...yeah that."
Which thing? Which cousin? Roy had quite a few cousins, and he was sure at least a few of them must have had something that could be considered an incident involving tulips. With so many relatives, it was almost impossible not to have at least one that had done pretty much anything."
When she leaned in close and warned of his death, Roy's eyes widened. He leaned back, suddenly worried. What was his aunt talking about? Was she going to kill him? He wouldn't put it past her, she was a bit of an odd duck.
"I'm going to die? What do you mean by that? How do you know? What's going on, Aunt Rococco? You can't just say things like that!"
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Rococo Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 37
Physical Description: She has the Fletcher family's trademark white hair, worn long; deep blue eyes and a face sprinkled with freckles. She stands at 5'11" tall enough to peer over the heads of most women and look a knight in the eye. She dresses a little like a rakish pirate, with a flouncy white shirt and under-bust black corset. Black velvet trousers and leather knee boots with spurs complete the ensemble, often topped by a short cape adorned with a large flower pinned to the lapel.
Clothes and Equipment: Rococo travels everywhere with her baby, carried in a sling under her cape, or bundled in her arms. His name is Chocolate Boy. If you look closely there is something a little "off" about this infant, but if you look too closely then Rococo may plant a dagger into your leg. Rococo wears her dagger strapped to her thigh and has a couple of other small knives and little tools about her person as well as multiple pouches of what she calls "ingredients", although it is unclear what they are ingredients for.
Player's online availability : Around :D
Registered: Apr 18, 2018 8:50:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rococo Fletcher on Apr 25, 2018 13:16:03 GMT -8
“Nice? Do you think so? Not so many people say that about Chocolate Boy...” she replied ominously.
“This is why I hate your uncle Renalt,” replied Rococo. Although truly, she disapproved of the way he managed the candy store, feeling that the chocolate did not have enough cocoa content and lacked a good 'snap', but he was too stubborn to take her advice, which was why Rococo began her alchemical chocolate experiments.
“Most people die, Roy,” she sighed, “your demise comes but sooner than most.” A small brown hand began to claw at Rococo's shirt, and she said, “excuse me,” before unbuttoning her blouse and revealing a rounded breast that Chocolate Boy soon found with his questing, grubby paw, and he began to suckle upon the nipple. It lent an odd soundtrack to their conversation as he sucked. “It has been prophesied. Chocolate Boy here,” she whispered, “he Knows all kinds of Things. The future and the past. Sometimes the present too. He Knew you would be Here, Roy. He knew about the Almond Croissant.” Her tone of voice added the capital letters to the significant words. “But, there may be a way to prevent your death – or rather to postpone it – you and I must go to the islands that float between sea and sky.”
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Apr 25, 2018 13:26:46 GMT -8
The little brown hand raised some questions in Roy's mind, but he decided not to mention it. Who was this child's father, anyways? Would it be rude to ask? What would his grandmother think if she knew? She wasn't very fond of foreigners or elves. He glanced down at his croissant as she casually began to feed Chocolate Boy, hoping that the child would drink his fill quickly. He'd seen his fair share of babies being fed of course, as there seemed to always be someone with an infant at the estate, but it was still a bit uncomfortable. Rococco didn't seem to mind his discomfort, however, so he looked back up at her a moment later.
"C-chocolate boy knows these things? How do you know? Does he talk? He's just a baby, isn't he? How did he know about the croissant, that I'd be here? Does he...speak to you?"
Clearly, Aunt Rococco was losing it. She must be hearing voices, Roy thought. The tiny brown-skinned child at her breast couldn't possibly talk, it was far too small...and even if he could speak, didn't that mean he was too old to be nursing? No, his aunt was clearly nuts...was she even his aunt? It was very possible that she was just a distant cousin or something of the sort, but Roy had always called her Aunt because it was easier.
"So...I have to go to a floating island to postpone my death? But why? Why am I going to die, Aunt Rococco? When? What sort of other things does, um, Chocolate Boy know?"
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Rococo Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 37
Physical Description: She has the Fletcher family's trademark white hair, worn long; deep blue eyes and a face sprinkled with freckles. She stands at 5'11" tall enough to peer over the heads of most women and look a knight in the eye. She dresses a little like a rakish pirate, with a flouncy white shirt and under-bust black corset. Black velvet trousers and leather knee boots with spurs complete the ensemble, often topped by a short cape adorned with a large flower pinned to the lapel.
Clothes and Equipment: Rococo travels everywhere with her baby, carried in a sling under her cape, or bundled in her arms. His name is Chocolate Boy. If you look closely there is something a little "off" about this infant, but if you look too closely then Rococo may plant a dagger into your leg. Rococo wears her dagger strapped to her thigh and has a couple of other small knives and little tools about her person as well as multiple pouches of what she calls "ingredients", although it is unclear what they are ingredients for.
Player's online availability : Around :D
Registered: Apr 18, 2018 8:50:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rococo Fletcher on Apr 26, 2018 7:59:04 GMT -8
Rococo was quick to leap on Roy's words when he asked if Chocolate Boy was just a baby. “Is he? Isn't he? What do you think, Roy? You're a perceptive boy. The truth is that Chocolate Boy does speak to me. He whispers oh so very quietly of all the things he knows. How he knows, who can say? Perhaps only the gods...
“In a sense he is my child, in the sense that I created him.” Perhaps Chocolate Boy chomped down a bit too hard on Rococo's nipple for she winced suddenly. “Don't look at me like I'm mad, Roy. He is a genuine prophet. You are in the presence of the sublime.” Rococo pulled Chocolate Boy away from her breast and his little hands groped and clutched. “Enough. You'll get fat,” she said sternly, re-buttoning her blouse with one hand after rearranging Chocolate Boy's wrappings so they covered more of his face. Perhaps Roy caught a glimpse of something not quite human … certainly not the face of a baby. One brown eye turned to look at him and the imp smirked. Then he was covered up again.
“The islands that float between sea and sky, where man and beast are one, and the gods have wings. As to why, I'm afraid I don't know. Perhaps your life has just come to its meaningful end. Perhaps it has to do with the plague of vines. Perhaps you will nourish a world spanning giant who pops people into its mouth like candy.” She shrugged, as though it hardly mattered. “But Roy, perhaps your life doesn't mean much to cruel fate, but you are a Fletcher and my dear nephew.” She reached over and pinched his cheek in an affectionate and yet somewhat painful way. “I must help you even if it means the end of the world.”
“Oh, there's one other thing he told me... we two are not the only Fletchers here today. If you see another do not, I repeat, do not let on about what you know of Chocolate Boy. It shall be our secret, you and I.” She smiled.
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Rainier Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 42
Physical Description: Rainier towers above most of his peers, standing at 6'7". His rather thin body, caused by years of abstinence, is hidden underneath the folds of his cassock.
His thin and angular face hides his true nature, making him appear stern with his roman nose, high and sharp cheek bones, thin lips, and prominent jaw. His green eyes twinkle with intelligence and humor known only to him. Like the other natural born members of the Fletcher clan, he was born with white hair, that would grow thick on his head if it wasn't tonsured.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rainier is a priest of the Church of Varafel by vocation, and thus is equipped like one. He has two cassocks, one white, and the other black, and he carries the spare in his satchel. He tries to keep his black leather shoes glossy for all occasions, but that often proves impossible as he walks everywhere. For rainy weather, he has a dark gray cassock.
His personal belongings are stowed in a grey canvas bag slung across his body, and include: his prayer book, his ink and spare quills, a journal, a pen knife, and his gold wire rimmed spectacles for when he has to read.
He also has a quarter staff he uses as a walking stick, and if needs be, for self defense.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 7:28:30 GMT -8
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Post by Rainier Fletcher on Apr 26, 2018 8:49:55 GMT -8
"'For unto the world the Mother did shine her eternal light and love, for SHE did love the world and all those who walked upon the lands, flew in the air, and bathed in its seas'. And for that, my children, we must be eternally grateful for. For the Mother, She did not need to show us love, She did not need to bring the light unto the face of the Earth, for she does not need us mortals who cheat, lie, and debauch with impunity. We are less than ants in her presence. BUT, she Loves us, in a way beyond our puny comprehension. Each and every one of you. The truest of loves, one that we cannot even begin to hope of replicating, but we must try to do so. Do every little action with love in your heart, for your task, for your fellow being. That is all Mother asks for, and if we all strive forth, we shall all feel her embrace. Mother Bless you all."
The white haired priest then descended from his soap box, which he had been standing on quite literally, using that as an impromptu pulpit for his sermon to the gathered crowd in the market square of Hollin. He had entered the town early in the morning, joining the fellow market crowd as they pushed into the city on the pathways around town. Finding his way to the center of all the hustle and bustle, he had been approached by a man who had asked why he should worship at the Church of Varafel, when his life was so full of misery. The priest was about to explain, but then even more people dog piled into the conversation. Finally, he had to climb onto the soap box to make himself seen, and to be able to cast his voice out.
Apparently satisfied with his answer, or simply needing to get back to business, the crowd dispersed from around him, allowing him to pick up his bag and staff, and continue walking along his path. He was starting to feel his hunger piqued from all his traveling and preaching. The rather delightful smell of baking pastries mixed with fresh fruits floated through the air, drawing the priest towards the bakery, his mouth watering from the thought of apple flips, with cream cheese inside...
Then he spotted two separate heads of white hair, on people much too young to have them. Crap, it's family. It wasn't that the priest necessarily hated his family, but it was that he had joined the priesthood to escape his family for that very reason. But, it would be considered rude to just walk past them without a hello and a quick chat, besides, maybe they've changed since he last saw them? Maybe they weren't near as insufferable as he last remembered? So, instead of walking inside the bakery to the tentalizing smells, he headed for the table, sneaking behind the young Royal, putting a finger to his lips so Rococo wouldn't say anything, and poked the young man.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Apr 26, 2018 10:45:57 GMT -8
Roy was unable to stop himself from letting out a gasp of shock as he caught a glimpse of Chocolate Boy's face. That was clearly no ordinary baby, that much was obvious. What was he, though? Rococo's words didn't make him any less worried, and he began to slowly scoot away from his aunt. She'd created Chocolate Boy? How? What did that mean? If she didn't really have a baby, what was she feeding him? What sort of things did he whisper to her? He was frightened, both by his aunt's words and her little...thing.
"Um...don't worry, I won't tell anyone about, uh, Chocolate Boy. Your secret is safe! Are you quite sure it's safe to go to this...this floating island? Did he say anything about what I can do to escape this awful fate?"
He winced as she pinched his cheek just a little too sharply, then almost jumped out of his seat as somebody poked him. Turning around, he was shocked to see yet another relative of his. Rococo had been right...or had it been Chocolate Boy all along? Perhaps he really did whisper the truth...in which case, perhaps he should do as his aunt said.
"Oh! Um, Uncle Rainier...it's nice to see you! It's been so long since I've seen you last...how have you been?"
Don't mention Chocolate Boy, he thought. Not a word about him, or Aunt Rococo would have his head...
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Rococo Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 37
Physical Description: She has the Fletcher family's trademark white hair, worn long; deep blue eyes and a face sprinkled with freckles. She stands at 5'11" tall enough to peer over the heads of most women and look a knight in the eye. She dresses a little like a rakish pirate, with a flouncy white shirt and under-bust black corset. Black velvet trousers and leather knee boots with spurs complete the ensemble, often topped by a short cape adorned with a large flower pinned to the lapel.
Clothes and Equipment: Rococo travels everywhere with her baby, carried in a sling under her cape, or bundled in her arms. His name is Chocolate Boy. If you look closely there is something a little "off" about this infant, but if you look too closely then Rococo may plant a dagger into your leg. Rococo wears her dagger strapped to her thigh and has a couple of other small knives and little tools about her person as well as multiple pouches of what she calls "ingredients", although it is unclear what they are ingredients for.
Player's online availability : Around :D
Registered: Apr 18, 2018 8:50:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rococo Fletcher on Apr 27, 2018 13:02:10 GMT -8
“I suppose we will find out when we get there and talk to the winged gods. Chocolate Boy doesn't know everything, and even if he did, he doesn't tell it all to me.” She eyed Roy levelly. “Nothing is safe. Did I say it would be safe? No. Did I say it might avert your grisly fate? Yes. Who knows, perhaps while you're being tortured by natives, you'll be out of range of that arrow with your name on it... As a matter of fact I don't even know where these islands are, or how we will get there. So keep your wits about you, and do stop worrying so much. I only have your best interests at heart, you know.”
Rococo looked up and saw Rainier standing there. She raised an eyebrow at him before leaning back in her chair and watching him scare Roy. She found herself feeling a little resentful. She was having such a good time with Roy and then the priest had to turn up, of all people. A pariah of the Fletcher family for a good reason, he was too boring to be considered a true Fletcher, with all that religion nonsense. “Go away, Rainier, none of us have any need of being preached at today,” she said wrinkling her nose and gave a theatrical yawn. “Oh, do I see someone over there refusing to give money to a beggar? Perhaps you'd better go and give him a sermon.” She doubted her ruse would work, but she started making strange facial gestures at Roy to indicate that they should ditch him and go.
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Rainier Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 42
Physical Description: Rainier towers above most of his peers, standing at 6'7". His rather thin body, caused by years of abstinence, is hidden underneath the folds of his cassock.
His thin and angular face hides his true nature, making him appear stern with his roman nose, high and sharp cheek bones, thin lips, and prominent jaw. His green eyes twinkle with intelligence and humor known only to him. Like the other natural born members of the Fletcher clan, he was born with white hair, that would grow thick on his head if it wasn't tonsured.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rainier is a priest of the Church of Varafel by vocation, and thus is equipped like one. He has two cassocks, one white, and the other black, and he carries the spare in his satchel. He tries to keep his black leather shoes glossy for all occasions, but that often proves impossible as he walks everywhere. For rainy weather, he has a dark gray cassock.
His personal belongings are stowed in a grey canvas bag slung across his body, and include: his prayer book, his ink and spare quills, a journal, a pen knife, and his gold wire rimmed spectacles for when he has to read.
He also has a quarter staff he uses as a walking stick, and if needs be, for self defense.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 7:28:30 GMT -8
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Post by Rainier Fletcher on Apr 27, 2018 19:54:01 GMT -8
Judging by tones, Rainier could tell that he was none too welcome to this little family reunion. Young Master Royal seemed a bit on edge, making Rainier question if the boy had a bad run in with a priest in the past, or if he was truly shocked by seeing his uncle. And young Miss Rococo... Make that Missus, seeing the babe at her breast, unless she truly does have that fault in her character... had no kind tone in her's either, a mixture of disdain and annoyance.
Deciding to focus on Royal's semi-pleasantness first, Rainier answered, "I'm doing well you Master Royal. Tell me, how's the world of confectioneries treating you? I trust all things are sweet in your line of work?"
Then turning to Rococo, he jabbed back, "And if a man was refusing to give alms to a beggar, let it rest on his conscience, and may he have his own justice served unto him. I don't preach to everyone about everything. Speaking of preaching to the choir, is that a babe I see, but no wedding band?"
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Apr 28, 2018 11:50:56 GMT -8
Roy was about to argue about getting tortured by natives, but decided against it in front of his priestly uncle. He frowned at Rococo's odd faces, unsure as to what she meant exactly. What could it mean to raise one eyebrow, then the next, then the odd tilt of the chin? He was very confused, a common occurrence around his aunt. She was just so confusing, so eccentric...he didn't understand a thing she did. Turning to his uncle, he smiled. Even though he was a bit odd and preachy at times, he'd always been nice to Roy, despite scolding him for eating too many sweets on occasion.
"Everything is going well at Uncle Renalt's candy shop, thank you for asking. He's begun to make these cakes, made of dough squeezed into hot oil. They're very good, fluffy on the inside and crunchy on the outside. He sprinkles them with sugar and cinnamon. You should try one next time you're in Isra!"
When he asked about Rococo's lack of a ring, Roy glanced over as well. He wasn't going to ask, but he was very curious as to her answer.
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Rococo Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 37
Physical Description: She has the Fletcher family's trademark white hair, worn long; deep blue eyes and a face sprinkled with freckles. She stands at 5'11" tall enough to peer over the heads of most women and look a knight in the eye. She dresses a little like a rakish pirate, with a flouncy white shirt and under-bust black corset. Black velvet trousers and leather knee boots with spurs complete the ensemble, often topped by a short cape adorned with a large flower pinned to the lapel.
Clothes and Equipment: Rococo travels everywhere with her baby, carried in a sling under her cape, or bundled in her arms. His name is Chocolate Boy. If you look closely there is something a little "off" about this infant, but if you look too closely then Rococo may plant a dagger into your leg. Rococo wears her dagger strapped to her thigh and has a couple of other small knives and little tools about her person as well as multiple pouches of what she calls "ingredients", although it is unclear what they are ingredients for.
Player's online availability : Around :D
Registered: Apr 18, 2018 8:50:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rococo Fletcher on Apr 30, 2018 11:36:49 GMT -8
Rococo tutted to herself seeing as her gurning made literally no impression on Roy. Was he being difficult on purpose, or did he really not understand? The cakes he described sounded delicious and she briefly wondered if it was worth taking a detour Renalt’s store to get some of those before they headed to the islands, but Roy’s life was surely at least somewhat more important than delicious fried dough cakes.
She gave a malicious grin to Rainier at his question. “Funny you should mention it, priest,” she replied, “Where I got hitched, the tradition is for the partners to get matching tattoos on the pubic area. They’re quite elaborate. Let me show you! Roy, you hold the babe for a moment….” She proffered Chocolate Boy to Roy, making sure to keep his face obscured from any angle Rainier might see it from. Believing that either Roy would refuse to take Chocolate Boy or Rainier would stop her before she finished unlacing her velvet breeches, she had no intention of actually showing the priest her fictitious wedding tattoo, and if no-one interrupted her she would make the excuse that they were in public and perhaps indecent exposure was frowned upon.
“Anyway, Rainier. It turns out that Roy and I have something very important to do, and we need to make plans. Plans that don’t include religious services, so by all means join us for a quick croissant, but then please toddle back off to your pulpit.”
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Rainier Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 42
Physical Description: Rainier towers above most of his peers, standing at 6'7". His rather thin body, caused by years of abstinence, is hidden underneath the folds of his cassock.
His thin and angular face hides his true nature, making him appear stern with his roman nose, high and sharp cheek bones, thin lips, and prominent jaw. His green eyes twinkle with intelligence and humor known only to him. Like the other natural born members of the Fletcher clan, he was born with white hair, that would grow thick on his head if it wasn't tonsured.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rainier is a priest of the Church of Varafel by vocation, and thus is equipped like one. He has two cassocks, one white, and the other black, and he carries the spare in his satchel. He tries to keep his black leather shoes glossy for all occasions, but that often proves impossible as he walks everywhere. For rainy weather, he has a dark gray cassock.
His personal belongings are stowed in a grey canvas bag slung across his body, and include: his prayer book, his ink and spare quills, a journal, a pen knife, and his gold wire rimmed spectacles for when he has to read.
He also has a quarter staff he uses as a walking stick, and if needs be, for self defense.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 7:28:30 GMT -8
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Post by Rainier Fletcher on May 1, 2018 12:03:22 GMT -8
Rainier felt his stomach rumble at the mere mention of the specialty cakes Renault was pioneering, reminding him of his initial goals of heading to this bakery. He felt his mouth watering again as he caught another waft of appley tart goodness. Trying the best to politely break off his little conversation with Roy, "Well, when you see Master Renault next, please give him my best wishes, as well as save a cake for me."
Rainier was about to leave the pair to their own devices to grab a delicious morsel, but then Rococo made her claim about a tattoo showing marriage. Little did she know, to try and brush him off, she had awoken one of his greatest passions: studying cultures of others. So, instead of running inside he sat down opposite Rococo, asking, "So, your husband uses tattoos to show marriage? Where he is from? Voruta? Rondon? I haven't heard of customs like that anywhere. There's no need for you to show me, just want to know where he's from so I can write it down for reseach."
Turning back to Roy, he asked, "Can you grab me an apple tart Master Roy?"
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on May 1, 2018 19:37:29 GMT -8
Roy stared at his aunt, wide-eyed with horror. She was going to show Uncle Rainier what now? He hesitated for a moment when she offered him Chocolate Boy, unwilling to touch...whatever he was. Still, she seemed insistent, and Uncle Rainier would think something was up if he refused. Steeling his nerves, he took the bundled baby from his aunt, trying not to look at it. The child was remarkably heavy, he realized, hammering home the fact that he wasn't an ordinary baby at all...Roy shuddered at the thought. He tried to look anywhere but at Chocolate Boy, and definitely anywhere but his aunt. He absolutely didn't want to see whatever tattoos she was about to show off, nor did he even want to think of them. Why would anyone get tattoos there? It sounded so painful, and the thought that his aunt may not be telling the truth never occurred to him. When Rainier addressed him, Roy latched onto the last shreds of conversation, desperate to think of something, anything else.
"Oh yes, I'll have to do that! He's very fond of these cakes, you know. He says he came up with the idea himself, but I think it was actually invented by this street vendor from this little town by the coast, where they have lots of cooking oil imported from across the seas. It's very nice, and not too hard to make. I think I could probably do it, although if I tried I'd probably end up making a huge mess and setting something on fire. When do you think you'll be in Isra next? I'll be sure to let him know you said hi! An apple tart you said? Sure, I can get you one of those. I'll be right back!"
He hurried off to find his uncle a pastry, Chocolate Boy bundled safely in his arms. It was as good an excuse as any other to leave the scene for a moment, and hopefully avoid being scarred for life by his aunt's nuptial rituals.
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Rococo Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 37
Physical Description: She has the Fletcher family's trademark white hair, worn long; deep blue eyes and a face sprinkled with freckles. She stands at 5'11" tall enough to peer over the heads of most women and look a knight in the eye. She dresses a little like a rakish pirate, with a flouncy white shirt and under-bust black corset. Black velvet trousers and leather knee boots with spurs complete the ensemble, often topped by a short cape adorned with a large flower pinned to the lapel.
Clothes and Equipment: Rococo travels everywhere with her baby, carried in a sling under her cape, or bundled in her arms. His name is Chocolate Boy. If you look closely there is something a little "off" about this infant, but if you look too closely then Rococo may plant a dagger into your leg. Rococo wears her dagger strapped to her thigh and has a couple of other small knives and little tools about her person as well as multiple pouches of what she calls "ingredients", although it is unclear what they are ingredients for.
Player's online availability : Around :D
Registered: Apr 18, 2018 8:50:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rococo Fletcher on May 5, 2018 11:31:54 GMT -8
“Oh no,” she chuckled and waved a finger at Rainier. “I’m not going to give you the names and locations of more ‘heathens’ you can ‘convert’ for your ‘religion’. I’d rather the native culture was left to flourish of its own devices without your militant missionary wing going over there and making them all wear clothes and sit in church.” She leaned closer and hissed as though it were a threat of some kind, “I know how to keep my mouth shut.”
Smiling ever so sweetly at Roy, she said, “Perhaps you could fetch me a pastry too, dear little Roy? Perhaps a pain au chocolat? Nothing with peaches or apricots in it though. Chocolate Boy does not like the taste of my milk if I’ve been eating those.”
She turned back to Rainier once Roy had left with Chocolate Boy. “What do you want? I warn you, do not interfere with Roy, for the boy’s own good. He is marked by fate and I intend to save him. I do not need you telling him to trust in Varafel, for faith will not help him now. Only action!”
Chocolate Boy in Roy’s arms began to look around. His dark brown eyes with their pale blue whites, roved over the nearby people with more than the near-sighted squint of a baby. After a while, a little knobbly brown hand reached up and pulled at Roy’s shirt front insistently. A croaky voice emerged as Chocolate Boy whispered. “Black wings or gold. When feather falls Roy must catch.” Then his eyes were closed tight shut again, his little hands resting still, and he looked once again like a sleeping baby.
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Rainier Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 42
Physical Description: Rainier towers above most of his peers, standing at 6'7". His rather thin body, caused by years of abstinence, is hidden underneath the folds of his cassock.
His thin and angular face hides his true nature, making him appear stern with his roman nose, high and sharp cheek bones, thin lips, and prominent jaw. His green eyes twinkle with intelligence and humor known only to him. Like the other natural born members of the Fletcher clan, he was born with white hair, that would grow thick on his head if it wasn't tonsured.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rainier is a priest of the Church of Varafel by vocation, and thus is equipped like one. He has two cassocks, one white, and the other black, and he carries the spare in his satchel. He tries to keep his black leather shoes glossy for all occasions, but that often proves impossible as he walks everywhere. For rainy weather, he has a dark gray cassock.
His personal belongings are stowed in a grey canvas bag slung across his body, and include: his prayer book, his ink and spare quills, a journal, a pen knife, and his gold wire rimmed spectacles for when he has to read.
He also has a quarter staff he uses as a walking stick, and if needs be, for self defense.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 7:28:30 GMT -8
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Post by Rainier Fletcher on May 5, 2018 18:44:55 GMT -8
Rainier's eyebrows cocked with Rococo's assumptions about his questions. Apparently, she didn't know the first thing about him, let alone the Church. Deciding to set the record straight as best he could, he informed Rococo as he held up his journal from his pouch, "I believe you have my intentions all wrong dear cousin. I only proselytize to those who wish to learn, I don't just set up my pulpit wherever I want to harangue any poor passerby with my message. Besides, no one's forcing them to go to Church, let alone my Church. The mother knows who loves her and follows in the path laid before them."
Ending his first point on somewhat of a sour note, "You get nowhere by forcing people to believe what you say, that your intentions are pure. And something tells me that you will never believe what I say. So I will end that point there."
Continuing on, "And what designs do you have on poor Master Royal? I will not interfere if he does not wish me to do so, but the poor boy has the look of death about him. And besides, the Mother helps those that help themselves. But if you have harm planned for that boy, then I will have to step in to do my best to protect him."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on May 10, 2018 12:44:20 GMT -8
Roy nodded at his aunt's order, running inside the bakery. He most certainly did not need to hear what his aunt's milk tasted like, and wished that he could forget that this whole day ever happened...but of course, it was too late for that. Sighing, he waited patiently in line, trying his best to not look at the little Chocolate Boy in his arms. What was Chocolate Boy? Roy wasn't sure that he wanted to find out. All of a sudden, a little brown arm reached up to tug on his collar, and he was forced to look down, eyes growing wide in terror as the creature stared at him with a focus that no baby should have and spoke in what was definitely not a child's voice. As Chocolate Boy closed his eyes once more and went back to sleep, Roy glanced around hurriedly, praying that nobody had heard the baby speak. Luckily, nobody was paying attention to the pale boy with the dark brown child, and he managed to make it to the front of the line and shakily give his order.
A few moments later, Roy ran from the shop, clutching Chocolate Boy and a paper bag full of sweet treats. He placed the bag on the table and thrust the child into his aunt's arms, wanting to be rid of the awful thing as soon as possible. Turning to his uncle, he took a deep breath.
"It's been very nice to see you, Uncle Rainier! Is there any way you could give us a moment, though? Aunt Rococo and I really need to talk, it's very urgent..."
He spoke quickly, glancing nervously every few seconds at Chocolate Boy, sleeping soundly in Rococo's embrace.
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