Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Jun 12, 2016 2:06:30 GMT -8
Naoki herself abstains from voting, seeing as how if she did, it would be an even number of votes with the not-quite-full Assembly that is assembled. The ensuing vote proceeds.
Standing from her chair, Madame Naoki addresses the Assembly with the results of the vote. "As it seems, the vote of no confidence in Prime Minster Tyrus Sephiran has succeeded. Succeeded, by a margin of nine votes." Taking a moment to compose herself, she places the document down on the table before her, and casts her gaze across the table, attempting to make eye contact with the former Prime Minister. "Tyrus. I must regretfully inform you, that by the power of Isra's Assembly, you have been stripped of your title, position, and responsibilities. No further reprimand will be administered, but you have just become a private citizen. For what it's worth, I have personally appreciated your involvement. You helped shape Isra into what it is today, regardless of any allegations." "I think it may be best to conclude this meeting for today and hold an emergency meeting tomorrow to work through the implications of that vote and how we will proceed." What went unsaid was "... and choose his successor." But a part of Naoki is genuinely unhappy to see Tyrus go, and there's no need to be rude. Assuming that none challenge her suggestion of concluding the meeting, Naoki proceeds to do exactly that.
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Tyrus Sephiran
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 42
Physical Description: Blonde, wavy, medium-length hair which is usually tied back in a ponytail with a blue ribbon.
Light blue eyes
6'1"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a dark blue jacket with shoulder pads over a white dress shirt, black pants, brown leather boots, black gloves, pendant around his neck
Carries a rapier with him along with a defender dagger
6 golden orbs of elven origin with swirls etched into them, given to him by an adventurer years ago that wanted to sell them. At the start of each swirl was a large gem, each orb having its own color. Red, blue, black, green, white, and orange.
Player's online availability : Every Day, noon to 2am eastern us time
Registered: Jun 1, 2015 12:16:03 GMT -8
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Post by Tyrus Sephiran on Jun 13, 2016 1:47:37 GMT -8
Tyrus sighed, Ryden's despicable ruse worked on the assembly members. He sorted through his documents pulling out the ones that only pertained to him and passed the rest forward on the table. "These belong to someone else now, I'll send the rest via courier so my successor will have access to them. I've enjoyed working with you all these past 4 or so years. Time for me to go do something else. Goodbye." As the meeting was concluded Tyrus would talk to a few assembly members who were still his friends and shake some hands before heading for the door. He'd come by the inspector, "Inspector, as I said I want to cooperate with you to clear my name. Could you meet me at the citadel gates?" His next person to talk to was Lady Naoki, "My fair Lady, it is a shame my career as prime minister has ended like this. I am unsure what I will do next, but I hope we can still be friends." After offering Naoki a handshake it was time for him to leave. He would wait at the citadel gate if Inspector Deathforge decided to meet him. <Exit to Gate of the Citadel>
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Ryden Greyiron
Dedicated
Chancellor of Isra
Roleplay posts: 226
Age: 42
Physical Description: Taller than most at 6'4, with relatively short, steel-grey hair, and a well-groomed, dignified moustache and beard, Ryden Greyiron would have been considered handsome, once upon a time, and still might be by some, but stress and worry has gotten to him over the years, and more than anything, he looks weary. With well-defined, prominent cheekbones, a strong-set jaw, and a proud nose, he looks every part the stately nobleman he professes to be. His dark blue eyes are filled with a solemn and calculative consideration of everything around him. He has the lean and muscular body of a great swordsman not long out of their prime, and his movements show it - they are graceful, yet dignified, confident and determined.
Clothes and Equipment: Ryden is generally only seen in his engraved armor. His armour is an assembly of intricately engraved detail and runic symbols in equal measures. With his long and flowing grey cloak, he creates a distinctive impression of gravitas in all situations. His preferred weapon, a hand-and-a-half sword, is rather unusual. The hilt is worn and weathered with battle, and seems to be ancient, and yet the blade gleams and shimmers in the slightest of light as though it emerged from the flames of a forge only yesterday. The blade's edge is razor sharp, and appears to have never needed sharpening. His armour and sword both possess a degree of enchantment, but the extent of which is unknown, even to him.
Registered: Apr 30, 2016 16:46:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ryden Greyiron on Jun 13, 2016 13:01:33 GMT -8
The first order of business for the emergency sitting of the Assembly was to decide the successor of the outgoing Prime Minister, Tyrus Sephiran. Before long, it became apparent that said successor would be the ouster of the Prime Minister, former Judiciary Governor Ryden Greyiron. Once Ryden had been duly appointed as the first Chancellor of Isra, it became very clear why he had insisted on the change of title - the reforms he proposed to recreate the Isran government into the model of efficiency and effectiveness that he had so lambasted Tyrus for failing to create. ISRAN GOVERNMENT REFORMATIONS - The Assembly will be reformed into two co-dependant bodies, the Assembly, and the Conclave. The Conclave is formed of selected Assembly members, appointed by the Lady of Isra upon the advice of the Chancellor. The Conclave, convened and led by the Chancellor, serves to create, draft, and propose bills for the Assembly to ratify. - All members of the Conclave are assigned portfolios detailing their responsibilities as leaders of Isran society. They are expected to report back on activities within their bailiwicks at every meeting, as well as overseeing any proposals of bills that fall in their sphere of influence. - The Assembly, a considerably larger body than the Conclave, ratifies any bills proposed by its smaller counterpart. Although it plays a substantially less significant role in the new governmental set-up, the Assembly is still absolutely crucial, as without a majority vote, no new bill can be passed. - All bills proposed must also be signed off on by either the Lady or Chancellor of Isra. These reformative moves were to be enacted immediately, thus the Assembly was dissolved until the first meeting next week, when the first Conclave members would be announced.
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Tyrus Sephiran
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 42
Physical Description: Blonde, wavy, medium-length hair which is usually tied back in a ponytail with a blue ribbon.
Light blue eyes
6'1"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a dark blue jacket with shoulder pads over a white dress shirt, black pants, brown leather boots, black gloves, pendant around his neck
Carries a rapier with him along with a defender dagger
6 golden orbs of elven origin with swirls etched into them, given to him by an adventurer years ago that wanted to sell them. At the start of each swirl was a large gem, each orb having its own color. Red, blue, black, green, white, and orange.
Player's online availability : Every Day, noon to 2am eastern us time
Registered: Jun 1, 2015 12:16:03 GMT -8
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Post by Tyrus Sephiran on Jun 14, 2016 0:05:09 GMT -8
The day after Tyrus' removal, all of the government documents he had in his home would be delivered by courier, as he said they would.
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Jean Lait
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 39
Physical Description:
An average-sized halfling—little more than three feet tall—Jean Lait is unremarkable for his kind. He's got hairy cheeks and a mop of messy brown hair that he tries to keep in check. He's got a farmer's tan and calloused hands reflecting the many long hours of work he's put into the fields outside of the Free City.
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Clothes and Equipment: When out at work in the fields, Jean wears an old loose shirt and patched up breeches. Having recently sold his farm, though, he's spending more time inside the city and taken to wearing more fashionable vests, long-sleeved shirts, and pants that don't have holes worn into them. He's even taken to wearing fashionable suits for work.
Like most halflings, though, he still goes barefoot everywhere.
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Registered: Jun 9, 2016 1:21:08 GMT -8
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Post by Jean Lait on Jun 23, 2016 5:25:00 GMT -8
Jean had left the Chancellor's office earlier that day. He has since wandered the public areas of the Citadel to get himself familiar with his new workplace, eagerly identifying himself to every guard that asks. Minister! Even hours after hearing Greyiron's news he's still giddy at the thought. He had contemplated going back home to the Sunsetter offices to rest a bit but he didn't want to be late for his first Assembly meeting.
Now he stands outside the chamber where the Assembly will soon meet. It was a week ago that the Prime Minister was sacked in an emergency session that reorganized the government. Now here he stands, ready to be a part of that new government.
He looks around the entrance, looks at the paintings and small statues on the tables lining the walls. One day he'd get used to all this. It would become bland and uninteresting. But today, in the here and now, it was all new and exciting.
So he examines the decor and waits. Waits for his fellow Ministers of the Assembly to arrive, waits for the many introductions he's sure to make, and waits for his very first Assembly meeting to begin.
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Ryden Greyiron
Dedicated
Chancellor of Isra
Roleplay posts: 226
Age: 42
Physical Description: Taller than most at 6'4, with relatively short, steel-grey hair, and a well-groomed, dignified moustache and beard, Ryden Greyiron would have been considered handsome, once upon a time, and still might be by some, but stress and worry has gotten to him over the years, and more than anything, he looks weary. With well-defined, prominent cheekbones, a strong-set jaw, and a proud nose, he looks every part the stately nobleman he professes to be. His dark blue eyes are filled with a solemn and calculative consideration of everything around him. He has the lean and muscular body of a great swordsman not long out of their prime, and his movements show it - they are graceful, yet dignified, confident and determined.
Clothes and Equipment: Ryden is generally only seen in his engraved armor. His armour is an assembly of intricately engraved detail and runic symbols in equal measures. With his long and flowing grey cloak, he creates a distinctive impression of gravitas in all situations. His preferred weapon, a hand-and-a-half sword, is rather unusual. The hilt is worn and weathered with battle, and seems to be ancient, and yet the blade gleams and shimmers in the slightest of light as though it emerged from the flames of a forge only yesterday. The blade's edge is razor sharp, and appears to have never needed sharpening. His armour and sword both possess a degree of enchantment, but the extent of which is unknown, even to him.
Registered: Apr 30, 2016 16:46:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ryden Greyiron on Jul 17, 2016 16:45:42 GMT -8
Choosing to arrive an hour or so before the Assembly was due to begin, Chancellor Ryden Greyiron took his allocated seat, making small talk with the other members as they filtered into the room, sitting in their own seats around the table. He awaited for the appointed time, allowing all of the Assembly members to congregate, before opening the day's meeting.
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Once all of the seats around the table were full, Ryden stood smoothly, looking around the room and waiting for the pockets of conversation to ebb away as the various members focused their attention on him. With a tone that clearly conveyed how pleased he was at the developments that had evolved the Isran government, Ryden began to speak to the Assembly.
"Good afternoon, everybody, and welcome! Welcome to the first reconvening of the Assembly under the new governmental structure! Before I begin with our schedule for today, it is my absolute pleasure to welcome Mr. Jean Lait into our number as the representative of the Goldwater-upon-Tyne district, elected in a very close by-election. Congratulations, Mr. Lait. Greetings also to Lord Ildesias, who has returned to the city and elected to join us for this sitting."
Ryden nodded briefly in the little halfling's direction, before turning back to the Assembly at large.
"I would hope that all of you have read the information packages on the restructure that were sent out to you a week ago. For those of you who have not, allow me to briefly explain. The Assembly's previous functions will be split between itself and a new entity called the Conclave. Members of the Conclave will be responsible for the specific monitoring of various spheres of interest within Isran society, reporting back to the Conclave and Assembly if necessary, and creating Bills of Law. These Bills will then be voted on by the Assembly, and if a two-thirds majority can be gathered, the bill will be enacted. On the topic of the Conclave, I'd like to ask Lady Naoki to give to us her selections for those who will sit on the Conclave for the various ministries. Lady Naoki?"
Ryden took his seat, allowing the Lady to stand and offer her choices.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Jul 17, 2016 20:22:26 GMT -8
At Ryden’s prompting, Naoki rose from her seat. A few papers were stacked neatly at her place at the head of the table, but there they sat, untouched and not even so much as glanced at. Planing one hand on the table and beginning to gesticulate with the other, she began, “It should be noted before I begin, there are ten positions on The Conclave that could potentially be filled. I’ve not found suitable candidates for each one, so some of them are filled provisionally, and some of them simply lack an official. To start with, we’ve got the Ministry of the Arts and the Ministry of Education, both of which lack a leader or any real substance. I’d like to get them established sometime soon, and might end up doing so myself, but lack the time to do so now.” “Beyond that, we also have Judiciary Minister, which has been taken over by Minister Deathforge, following Ryden’s election. For those of you unacquainted, his last title was Inspector Deathforge, and he has been serving as a member of the Judiciary Department for a few years, now. Ryden recommended Deathforge, and he seemed a logical enough choice to me, so here he is.” At this point, Naoki offered perfunctory nod in Deathforge’s direction. Not too much more to be said about that. Next, she turned her attention to Ryden, sitting directly opposite her, and continued, “There’s also the ministries of Foreign Affairs and Immigration, which Ryden has graciously offered to accept responsibility for. So, in the interest of having the job done right and keeping him busy, he’ll be handling those things.” “For the Environmental Minister, it is my pleasure to appoint Miss Minister Akai'a. Her druidic abilities, in combination with years worth of experience in diplomacy and knowledge of The Norkari Mountains and Isra’s other associated territories make her an ideal choice to fulfill the responsibilities, and make sure Isra doesn’t anger any of the major powers of nature or any of that.” A somewhat dismissive hand wave accompanied that last clause, due not necessarily to lack of respect, but a state of ignorance and seeming irrelevance. No major powers of nature have interfered with Isra’s business, for what Naoki considers to be good reason. “For the Minister of Primary Industries, I have selected the newest component of our government, Lait. His prior experience in managing local agriculture, combined with seemingly boundless enthusiasm, I have decided to appoint him despite his relative inexperience. It is my hope that he will perform well.” Without missing a beat, she continued, “And, of course, everyone’s favorite red-haired sorceress, Andraste Ruana, will continue to lead The Enclave and sit on the Conclave as the Minister of magic. Likewise, I will continue to handle Internal Affairs and the Treasury Department. I find being directly involved with those departments makes it that much easier to do my job, and there’s nobody else qualified, so. … Yes. Such is the extent of it. If anyone is aware of any individuals who might be suited for the Education or Arts positions, please let me know.” After offering the room another nod, Naoki seated herself, somewhat pleased that it is no longer her responsibility alone to lead these meetings. Hopefully, she would be able to simply observe the remainder of the meeting.
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Jean Lait
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 39
Physical Description:
An average-sized halfling—little more than three feet tall—Jean Lait is unremarkable for his kind. He's got hairy cheeks and a mop of messy brown hair that he tries to keep in check. He's got a farmer's tan and calloused hands reflecting the many long hours of work he's put into the fields outside of the Free City.
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Clothes and Equipment: When out at work in the fields, Jean wears an old loose shirt and patched up breeches. Having recently sold his farm, though, he's spending more time inside the city and taken to wearing more fashionable vests, long-sleeved shirts, and pants that don't have holes worn into them. He's even taken to wearing fashionable suits for work.
Like most halflings, though, he still goes barefoot everywhere.
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Registered: Jun 9, 2016 1:21:08 GMT -8
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Post by Jean Lait on Jul 18, 2016 0:46:56 GMT -8
Jean files into the Assembly Hall with the rest of his fellow officeholders. He shakes a lot of hands and thanks a lot of people for their congratulations. They sure are a friendly bunch. And diverse! Not another proper halfling among them, sure, but there are more than just humans in the group.
Eventually, the room gets called to order and Jean finds his seat. There's a little folded card acting as a placeholder sitting on his chair, his name written on it in beautiful calligraphy. He tucks it away in the bundle of papers he has brought to this meeting, a keepsake to treasure for years to come.
He listens to Chancellor Greyiron give his introductory speech. Who in the room hasn't reviewed the new declarations that have restructured the government? Jean looks around at his comrades in the Assembly. Are there people here who just show up without knowing even the basics about government? He hopes he's working with smarter colleagues than that.
Then the Lady Naoki rises to speak. He last saw her a few hours ago in her office when she confirmed his appointment. Now she is about to make it official. Jean squirms in anticipation. He smiles, too, when she names Deathforge and Akai'a as Ministers. He was right about this city-state being run by cats and dogs.
But the squirming stops and his smile gets even bigger when his name is finally mentioned. Just like that he's the new Minister of Primary Industries. All the campaigning, all the shoe leather he wore out canvassing, all the ink stains from poster-making, all of it now justified. He is in one of the highest offices in the new Isran government. He looks around and acknowledges the congratulatory nods from his fellow Ministers and Assemblymen, from his new coworkers.
Jean rides the high of victory throughout the rest of Lady Naoki's speech. He listens to the rest of the appointments, even when Naoki appoints herself. Of course she'd do that. Who else is good enough for the Lady than herself? Who would dare advise her against it? He looks to Chancellor Greyiron. Would he dare to advise the lady to limit her power? Or would he work to give her even more, hoping she'd delegate some of it to him?
So many things to ponder. Jean sits in the crowd of politicians, waiting to see where this meeting is headed.
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Minister Deathforge
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 32
Physical Description: Deathforge is a lycanthropic version of a Red Wolf, sharing in their reddish-brown coloring. He is massive for a Werewolf, coming in at nearly 7'8", and weighing nearly 400 pounds. His eyes are a dark-yellow in color.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears the uniform of an Isran Inspector, custom-tailored to his size. A badge denoting his rank is pinned on his left breast, and a holster carrying a large hand crossbow, that would require two hands for a human, and a quiver on his other hip.
Registered: May 24, 2016 4:10:25 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Deathforge on Jul 18, 2016 9:56:30 GMT -8
Deathforge returned Naoki's nod from his position near the back. He had no desire to block views, but he did desire to be able to observe the room and the people within it, in addition to the exit. His habits as an inspector would never go away, and ensuring he had ample reaction and awareness should something happen was paramount to him.
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Ryden Greyiron
Dedicated
Chancellor of Isra
Roleplay posts: 226
Age: 42
Physical Description: Taller than most at 6'4, with relatively short, steel-grey hair, and a well-groomed, dignified moustache and beard, Ryden Greyiron would have been considered handsome, once upon a time, and still might be by some, but stress and worry has gotten to him over the years, and more than anything, he looks weary. With well-defined, prominent cheekbones, a strong-set jaw, and a proud nose, he looks every part the stately nobleman he professes to be. His dark blue eyes are filled with a solemn and calculative consideration of everything around him. He has the lean and muscular body of a great swordsman not long out of their prime, and his movements show it - they are graceful, yet dignified, confident and determined.
Clothes and Equipment: Ryden is generally only seen in his engraved armor. His armour is an assembly of intricately engraved detail and runic symbols in equal measures. With his long and flowing grey cloak, he creates a distinctive impression of gravitas in all situations. His preferred weapon, a hand-and-a-half sword, is rather unusual. The hilt is worn and weathered with battle, and seems to be ancient, and yet the blade gleams and shimmers in the slightest of light as though it emerged from the flames of a forge only yesterday. The blade's edge is razor sharp, and appears to have never needed sharpening. His armour and sword both possess a degree of enchantment, but the extent of which is unknown, even to him.
Registered: Apr 30, 2016 16:46:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ryden Greyiron on Jul 18, 2016 15:33:45 GMT -8
Chancellor Greyiron looked around the room at the other members of the Assembly, waiting to see if anyone would rise and speak, as he drummed his fingertips across the table. He had been somewhat surprised by some of the appointments, but no issue was made of it. After a short period of time had elapsed, he himself rose to close the Assembly.
"Thank you, Lady Naoki, and congratulations to all of the members who will be joining us at the very first Conclave meeting tonight at sundown. In addition to those ministers, the High General, Admiral, and Commodore are permitted to sit on the Conclave, as well as Lords Crovan and Enlidil, or their respective representatives. Please, do try not to be late, as the meeting will begin at the scheduled time."
"Furthermore, after today's meeting, entrance the Assembly chambers and keep hall will be restricted to those who have been invited to the international summit only. I have sent out invitations to those of you who have been invited, but if you would otherwise like to attend, or if you have any pressing issues that need to be dealt to, my office door is always open. Ladies and gentlemen, thank you very much, have a good day, and we will reconvene two weeks from now. This Assembly is adjourned."
As he finished, Ryden remained standing, but waved a hand in farewell and dismissal to the various people who sat around the immense table. He would be available for conversation for a short while afterwards, but after that he would leave to prepare for the Conclave meeting later that evening.
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Minister Akai'a
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 21
Physical Description: A female Volkrim, of white fur and purple eyes. Strong and fit from her years of brutal train at the hands of her now deceased father. Her years of travel have done well to keep her in shape.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears black leather battle coat over an off-white tunic. her clothes are cotton, soft and tailored just for her. the thighs and shins of her pants have thick leather sewn into them. She wears no gloves or shoes.
An Isran Sword sits in a scabbard on her belt.
Registered: Jul 10, 2015 17:10:29 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Akai'a on Jul 19, 2016 9:53:56 GMT -8
Akai'a, who had done her best to fly under the radar throughout the meeting remained seated, writing notes in a note book. She had watched and observed, learning what she could about the people though she knew all to well that their true selves were likely concealed here. Most notably was the sheer excitement and self satisfaction that oozed off the new Minister of Primary Industries. He seemed far too excited to her, but then again he seemed as green as herself. She wrote a note, a question really, that read, "Excited for victory or excited for power?"
With most of the Assembly filed out Akai'a stood and offered a quick bow to the High Lady Naoki before heading for the exit herself.
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Post by Isra - The Free City on Jul 20, 2016 5:51:10 GMT -8
After the final Assembly members cleared out of the room, a veritable army of porters, page boys, and janitors swept into the massive chambers, following the explicit orders of the Chancellor with the intent to prepare the room for the summit that would be held in what now seemed to be no time at all. Every detail had to be immaculate, showcasing the beauty of the infant nation's designing. As a nation of refugees and stragglers, Isra had no real culture or style of its own, but rather borrowed fragments from the roots of its people, making it the one place in the world where you would find turfed roofs in sight of vaulted. The room was thoroughly cleaned by the legion of janitors, each wielding their brooms and mops with military precision, until the trimmings on the wall looked as they had the day they were painted.
The immense, wooden table that formed the centrepiece of the room was removed - a feat made easy with the assistance of a handful of Enclave mages - and placed in storage, to be replaced with an assortment of tables, arranged in a loose double-file semicircle, facing away from the door to the 'front' of the room that was represented by a sweeping window that offered a panoramic, commanding view of the Free Plains, and beyond them, the Norkari Mountains, looming in the distance. The tables were set out in a randomised order, with the Isran in the centre of the front row, and the others arcing out from there. The outer two tables on the left and right rear arms were dedicated to spectators. Each table, sporting the flag of its' assigned nation as well as large pitchers of water and glasses to suit, optimally seated ten people, with ample room for taking notes or writing messages. These messages would be carried around the room by a team of page boys, who would also be responsible for the refilling of the water pitchers. The large, comfortable chairs that usually contained Assembly members would be arranged around these tables, in quantities as required.
Directly opposite from the Isran table, and set an equal distance back from the centre, was the area for the speaker, from where they would be able to address the room. A wrap-around table, with a lectern protruding from the front, it was designed for the speaker to be able to stand at and deliver with their notes set out around them. A small glass of water accompanied, which would be refilled between speeches.
To the right of the speaker's dais sat the chairman's table, at which the Chancellor of Isra and host of the summit would be seated. Identical to the other tables in the room, it was emblazoned with the Chancellor's official heraldry, rather than that of any nation. Seated with him were three scribes, who would be responsible for recording of all events of the meeting, a duty that they were familiar with, having performed it for the Assembly since its' very inception. Joining them would be an Enclave mage who would be responsible for controlling the magical amplifiers each table was equipped with.
Around the room, while ensuring that the details of the wall were not obscured, the heraldry and banners of the city of Isra, the Lady, the Chancellor and the Assembly would hang suspended above the delegates below.
Once all of this preparation was completed, everybody was escorted out by the Lord Steward of the Citadel, who afterwards locked the door, ensuring that the room would not be entered until the day of the great congress. Preceding the completion of the summit, the room would be at all times guarded by a large patrol of the most elite Citadel Guardians.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jul 20, 2016 6:28:01 GMT -8
Ildesias had been present at the meeting, yet also conveyor of no words or visible reaction that any of them could read into. An old game of his people came to mind - a card game, as was so common with many cultures, yet a game of equal parts luck and mathematical precision that could be won based on the face and body of your opponent. Small tells and signs could often allow you to predict the motives and ability of a man, to see through his words and discern truth from them.
Back in his youth he had been quite good at that game, though he rarely employed it in the world of politics that he entered before the cataclysm. He had always been more of a warrior than a shrewd bureaucrat, but since then he had matured greatly. He now found himself using it to watch the faces of the ministers and other notable individuals who were invited to the Assembly, though his goal wasn't so much to find a weakness to exploit than it was to discover those who it might one day be worthwhile to approach.
After the meeting was adjourned, Ildesias quietly left with the others and went back to looking for his book.
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Ryden Greyiron
Dedicated
Chancellor of Isra
Roleplay posts: 226
Age: 42
Physical Description: Taller than most at 6'4, with relatively short, steel-grey hair, and a well-groomed, dignified moustache and beard, Ryden Greyiron would have been considered handsome, once upon a time, and still might be by some, but stress and worry has gotten to him over the years, and more than anything, he looks weary. With well-defined, prominent cheekbones, a strong-set jaw, and a proud nose, he looks every part the stately nobleman he professes to be. His dark blue eyes are filled with a solemn and calculative consideration of everything around him. He has the lean and muscular body of a great swordsman not long out of their prime, and his movements show it - they are graceful, yet dignified, confident and determined.
Clothes and Equipment: Ryden is generally only seen in his engraved armor. His armour is an assembly of intricately engraved detail and runic symbols in equal measures. With his long and flowing grey cloak, he creates a distinctive impression of gravitas in all situations. His preferred weapon, a hand-and-a-half sword, is rather unusual. The hilt is worn and weathered with battle, and seems to be ancient, and yet the blade gleams and shimmers in the slightest of light as though it emerged from the flames of a forge only yesterday. The blade's edge is razor sharp, and appears to have never needed sharpening. His armour and sword both possess a degree of enchantment, but the extent of which is unknown, even to him.
Registered: Apr 30, 2016 16:46:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ryden Greyiron on Aug 6, 2016 3:25:32 GMT -8
The doors to the grand room that served as the Assembly chamber swung open, revealing the pristine, prepared interior, which, of course, had been prepared for the great summit that was to begin that day. Guarded openly by a patrol of Isra's finest soldiers, the Citadel Guard, and covertly by undisclosed numbers, entrance to the room without an official pass would be nigh-impossible. That would not be a problem for the invited guests, of course, who would be allowed in and escorted to their table without any incident.
At the far side of the room, Chancellor Ryden Greyiron sat at the chairman's table, resplendent in the new armour he had commissioned only a few weeks in the past. He waited for the various guests to file into the room, sipping from his glass, and occasionally making convivial conversation with some of the entrants as they took their seats.
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Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 18, 2016 16:46:29 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Aug 6, 2016 10:00:06 GMT -8
Tristian escorted Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann to the Assembly chamber, seeming the perfect host and future business partner. Their relationship was still being kept secret, but that didn't stop him from gently squeezing her hand as they parted ways just inside the door after displaying their passes. Tristian moved to his assigned seat and settled in, adjusting his dark blue coat in an attempt to get more comfortable. With that done, he propped his elbows on the chair's arms and steepled his fingers, people-watching as the various participants of the summit filtered into the room.
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Elder Havador
Committed
The Leader of the Land-Tiller's Tribe
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 140-ish
Physical Description: An old, thin man. He is tall for his age, around 6'.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears simple cloth and shows no sign of being the Land-Tiller Tribe's most influential leader. He has no weapons of any kind, though he does carry his favorite books.
He can however be recognized by a series of trinkets and bracelets he wears on his arms, gifts given to him by all the children and young wizards he helped mentor during his days at the tower.
Registered: May 18, 2015 11:53:18 GMT -8
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Post by Elder Havador on Aug 6, 2016 13:57:53 GMT -8
Elder Havador, Jun of the Celadine, Alanis Waterbloom, Esejef of the Sodalite, and Raynor of the Celadine made it over to their table. Jun stuck relatively close to her father, finding herself surprisingly bashful among all the important people. She had almost forgotten how remarkably unimportant she was not 3 years ago or so.
Havador himself led the party, feeling a bit like a mother duckling escorting her chicks.
They all had a bunch of notes and documents about the sorts of things they wanted to discuss.
Havador was amused. It was a wise decision of Jun to convince her father to let go of his furs in favor of a more formal dress. He seemed to have taken to the black Isranian suit, matching his daughter somewhat.
In their minds they all had different concerns for the future of the Land-Tillers and the world at large. They discussed these openly, whispering to each other periodically and nodding. It could generally be said that Alanis was the most conservative, carrying about the sanctity of the Expanse more than anything else. Jun had a more cosmopolitan view. Whatever decisions were made here would have to benefit everyone. The others were in the middle. Havador in particular made sure to listen to all their concerns equally.
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Aug 6, 2016 22:49:42 GMT -8
Nyx entered the chamber with Tristian. She was dressed in her armor and white lion cloak. The armor plates on her shoulders, upper torso, and shins were the typical dull silver of Aaedanian metal; her lower torso was covered in scalemail of the same material though it seemed slightly darker; it ran beyond the torso created an armored skirt with a divide between her legs, both front and back. From under her chest plate but laying over the mail was a tabard of blue and white that streamed down to about her knees, both front and back. Holding everything securely was a dark leather belt across her waist, the extra length of leather ran halfway down her thigh. The cloak was a white lion pelt, its head on her left shoulder, the pelt draped down across her shoulders to the small of her back, from there the cloak was a royal blue fabric; it stopped just above her heels.
Nyx took down her assigned seat once Tristian let her go. She swung the length of her cloak to her right side as she sat down, a slight clinking noise as the scalemail the covered her buttocks found its home between her ass and the cushion. She leaned back into her seat, crossed her right leg over her left, placed her left elbow on the armrest and rested her cheek on the loosely made fist that was her left hand. Her right hand was draped over the other armrest. ...With that Nyx has succeeded in settling in for what she assumed would be a long day of talking.
Not to mistake her relaxed posture for lack of attention. Her glowing blue eyes were focused, clear and piercing. Some might even feel her gaze if their backs were turned. She observed those in the room, namely the Land Tillers, the Chancelor and Tristian so far. Not much to observe yet but people were still coming in; her gaze shifted to the door waiting to see who else would show up.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
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Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Aug 7, 2016 0:58:05 GMT -8
Without any significant fanfare, Lady Naoki makes her way into the Assembly Chamber, a folder filled with papers held under one arm. On this occasion of occasions, she has chosen to wear a rather unique garment. The beautiful lovechild of a cabled sweater and a cute red dress. Why choose between flattering one’s figure and staying cozy, when one could do both? It is the ultimate garment, in Naoki’s opinion. As she makes her way fully into the chamber, her tail bobs behind almost casually. She seems for all the world to be completely at ease, the very image of quiet confidence, as if this is simply another assembly meeting where she runs the show. Making her way over to the Isran table, she reciprocates eye contact where it is given, and offers small waves to some of the present guests. Trusting her entourage to follow at their own pace, she sets her folder of papers before her place at the table before seating herself, carefully crossing her legs beneath the table. After taking a moment to settle into her seat, she begins to acquaint herself with the room as it exists so far, and as to which representatives have already arrived and which have not. Idly, she wonders why Ryden chose to wear armor. Sure, it looks reasonable enough, but for such a pragmatic sort, there’s no way that’s comfortable. He’ll be sitting down for hours on metal plates… She shrugs mentally, and turns her thoughts elsewhere. It’s no bruise on her butt.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Aug 7, 2016 11:30:12 GMT -8
The king of Gauldin entered flanked by three members of his guard and a battle mage. The king had debated wearing armor to impress. He then realized that despite the scale this would be very similar to meetings with his council. Which meant a great deal of sitting and talking. So he'd elected to dress simply. In black slacks, a white button down shirt, gold vest, and matching tie. White and gold were the royal colors so it was suitably regal. In addition, despite the relative simplicity of the clothing the tailoring and fabrics demonstrated great wealth. Renaux takes his seat at the table sweeping his eyes over the other parties. Most had shown the same wisdom he had in attire. Others not so much, ah well to each their own.
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
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Post by King Averin Arach on Aug 7, 2016 11:37:06 GMT -8
Averin arrived not too long after Renaux. He was accompanied by the Wilding, Fae, and Dwarven delegates. At the Gauldish kings advice the King of Alban had worn some royal clothing rather than armor. Tragically he only had one set of suitable clothes, the same he wore at his coronation. Still the blue and red ensemble worked well enough. The king's eyes flick over the other attendees, in particular the Lady of Isra. Her choice of clothing exposed a lot of leg, which was inappropriate. Averin nods in approval of this choice. He then finds his seat and sits, wondering what this whole meeting was about.
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