Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Oct 29, 2018 11:34:55 GMT -8
Dixie nodded her head, listening closely to the investigator's explanation of the role of the guard. It all made sense, despite being a bit more subtle than what she'd been thinking. Isra was, by all accounts, a very safe place. The pickpockets and cutpurses definitely still roamed the streets, but they really weren't so bad, all things considered. She was fairly confident in her ability to walk around and not get stabbed, something she'd really begun to take for granted. Was it really all thanks to the guard?
When Iulia mentioned that she'd passed the verbal exam, Dixie beamed. Even if she did have room for improvement, that just meant that the Investigator thought she had potential. She'd made it through the first test, and without any undue difficulty either. Still, the second test laid ahead. The physical examination. She bit her lip nervously for a moment, but shook her head.
"No, no questions right now. Let's get on with the physical exam, then."
What would the investigator make her do? Dixie couldn't imagine, but she hoped that Iulia would be lenient. She'd already gotten this far, and would hate to fail here.
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Oct 30, 2018 0:18:20 GMT -8
Iulia stood up from the table and waited for Dixie to join her. The two exited the dining hall and again walked through the inner halls of The Square. Eventually, they enter through a set of double doors into what looks to be a scaled down bath house. White and crimson tiles decorate the floor in a loose checkerboard design. The center of the room hosts a small pool of water. Along the walls are several small metal cabinets. Iulia gestures to one.
“Go ahead and get changed. There should be an athletic uniform in there that will fit…”
She gestures towards Dixie. The significantly more filled out and shapely Dixie.
“You. Just leave your regular clothes there in the locker.”
Iulia rounds the corner out of sight from Dixie to give the young woman a bit of privacy. A few other female Guards and workers filter in and out. Some go for a quick dip in the central bath, while others go to their lockers. From around the corner, the investigator addresses Dixie.
“Do you practice any defensive, offensive, or utility magicks, Miss Starr? Or are you skilled with any particular sorts of weapons? The physical exam will start with a bit of a combat assessment, just to make sure you can take care of yourself out in the field.”
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Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Oct 30, 2018 11:36:37 GMT -8
How big was this place, anyway? Dixie hadn't realized there was something like this in the building, but she supposed that it made sense. The guards had to clean up after a long shift out and about, after all. Why wouldn't they have a place to do it right here? Sure beat having to pay for the Sun Bath or heating up water on a stove, anyways. As Investigator told her to get changed and stepped off around the corner, Dixie looked through the uniforms. Would they fit? They seemed loose enough. After glancing around the room for a moment to make sure nobody was staring at her, Dixie picked out a uniform and changed into it quickly. It fit okay, although she definitely missed the tailored clothes that she usually wore. Once changed into her decidedly unflattering athletic uniform, she stepped around to where Iulia was standing.
"Magic? Oh no, I'm afraid I haven't got any of that. I'm from a little village out in the sticks, we don't have any magic out there. A couple times a year, a traveling enchanter or potion-brewer will come by town, but that's about it. It's not like it is here in the city. As for weapons...uh, do lariats count? I'm pretty good with those...and I've got a little bit of experience with swords, but not a whole lot."
Both Robert and Roxanne had both tried to teach her swordsmanship when she was a teenager. Robert had given her lessons with a rapier and Roxanne had taught her with a broadsword, but Dixie had never shown much aptitude for either. She complained about not being built for it, and hadn't put much effort into learning. Maybe if she'd practiced more, and spent less time flirting with Robert and bugging Roxanne about village gossip...
"Oh, I suppose there's one other thing. When I was 16, my father made me this glove...it looked like an ordinary winter glove, but it was lined with crushed lead. Weighed quite a bit, for hitting people with. I had to use it more than once when customers at the tavern got a little rowdy, or when I was walking home from work at night. I guess that counts, although I've heard that it's sort of a dirty trick."
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Oct 31, 2018 7:29:32 GMT -8
Iulia also wore her own athletic uniform. A pair of brown trousers tuck into calf-high socks with a pair of soft sole shoes, granting a far better range of motion than her usual long skirts. A shorter skirt falls from her hips to just below the knee, covering the upper parts of her trousers. A white blouse with elbow length sleeves and a black Breton cap complete Iulia’s look. Although the trousers were something she would never wear out in public, Iulia did appreciate the utility this outfit had for more intense athletic activities. The investigator stands, hands clasped behind her back, as Dixie speaks. “I’m with you in the magic department. Absolutely unskilled in those arcane arts, I am. A lariat, though... That could be dashed useful.” “Investigators are allowed to carry nearly whatever weapon they choose, so long as they can pass a basic certification test with an arms instructor. We don’t have any lasso users on the force currently, but you could always be the first! More commonly you have investigators hefting around short swords or spears. Daggers are common too.” Iulia holds up her fists in a mock boxing stance, smiling cheekily at Dixie. Thin black gloves cover both hands. “But these two are my weapons of choice. Easy to carry, and they don’t draw massive amounts of attention like a sword or spear might. How did you like that glove your uncle made for you? I’d be more than willing to teach you some unarmed tricks, if you like.”
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Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Nov 6, 2018 19:17:38 GMT -8
Dixie eyed the investigator warily as the smaller woman raised her fists. The confident, businesslike way that Iulia carried herself, combined with how naturally she'd slipped into a combat stance, made Dixie hesitate. Clearly, this woman knew how to handle herself in a fistfight. Would she be able to keep up? Perhaps Iulia would go easy on her...although Dixie doubted that she'd go very easy.
"Daggers? For an investigator? Where I'm from, daggers are for hiding and stabbing, not for protecting yourself. As for the glove...it was awfully useful, and not particularly difficult to use. Convenient to carry around, too. Awfully heavy though, and it would weigh down my handbag, but it got me out of more than one sticky situation. A pair would be handy if I had to get into a fistfight, although I don't particularly want to do that if I can help it. I am pretty good with lariats, though. Do Investigators use horses?"
She paused, considering Iulia's offer. What sort of teacher would the investigator turn out to be? Dixie had no doubt that the woman would prove to be a very effective teacher, although she worried that the lessons would be rather harsh. Hopefully Iulia wouldn't hit her in the face and cause a bruise.
"I...I suppose it would be a good idea to learn. Seems like a useful sort of skill to have, after all."
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Nov 13, 2018 4:35:26 GMT -8
“Excellent! Now, all I want to do in this moment is see how well you can throw a punch and start a fight. This is a sort of baseline just to see what sort of skills you already have, and where we will start your lessons. I don’t want to dumb things down for you, but I also don’t want to make you feel overwhelmed.”
Iulia holds up her fists again, squaring her feet and nodding at Dixie.
“Just come at me when you ar-”
The door leading back into the changing room slams open as a stout guardswoman rushes through. She brandishes a piece of parchment holding it out for Iulia to take. The triple crimson stripes on the top of her coat’s shoulders show she is a sergeant of The Guard.
“Investigator Iotapa, an order for you. There’s been an incident.”
Iulia reads the parchment over before folding it into a tight square. Her jaw is clenched slightly.
“Thank you, sergeant. Take my confirmation back to the Commissioner.”
As soon as the officer is gone, Iulia turns to Dixie. She sighs and gestures towards the changing room door.
“There has been an explosion in the city, Miss Starr. I’m sorry, but we’ll have to postpone the rest of your evaluation for the time being.”
The investigator holds the door open for Dixie. In her mind, Iulia reads the note over again. An explosion? At the Midnight Sun? After the incident with that blasted Fae, it was hard not to leap to conclusions about this being another attack. clearly, the Commissioner thought this might have been another attack, given his wording. The note had reported casualties, but not in any detail. It obviously was not dreadfully serious, else the entire Square would be on high alert.
“Say. Would you like to come along to the scene with me, Miss Starr? I could probably use a second set of eyes for this, and it will qualify as training for if… excuse me, when you are taken on as a member of The Guard. Entirely up to you.”
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Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Nov 21, 2018 15:50:33 GMT -8
Dixie took a deep breath, raising her hands in an awkward approximation of Iulia's stance. She didn't like this one bit, and was not looking forward to what was sure to be a humiliating and painful beating. Why did she have to go through this? Couldn't the investigator, with all of her deductive powers, tell that she wasn't built for this kind of thing? However, before the Iulia could start swinging, she was suddenly interrupted by the sergeant. Once she explained the situation, Dixie gasped in shock. An explosion! What could possibly have happened? Surely if it was something as simple as an alchemy lab blowing up, it wouldn't warrant an investigator running out immediately. Did they suspect foul play? She headed back to the locker, intending to change back into her clothes and head back out, but Iulia's offer stopped her dead in her tracks.
"Y-you want me to go with you to this? Really? I mean...if you think it's a good idea, I'd love to go along! It sounds like good experience, after all..."
Dixie beamed, pleased that the investigator had so much confidence in her. It seemed that it wouldn't be long at all before she would be accepted into the guard.
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Nov 24, 2018 4:04:05 GMT -8
“Excellent. I’ll meet you right outside the changing room, Miss Starr. Then we’ll head out.” The Investigator changed quickly around the corner from Dixie. On came her standard white shirt with crimson cravat and black waistcoat. Her long black skirts fall to exactly ankle length, where her black leather hobnailed boots take over to cover the rest of her feet. Her black Breton hat and long coat finish the outfit. A few moments later, Iulia stands with Dixie outside The Square. “You asked about horses a while ago, Miss Starr. For the most part, how you get around will be determined by where you are posted. I primarily walk everywhere, but quite a few of us either take a horse or carriage to further away scenes. And speaking of.” Iulia gestures towards a large carriage, drawn by six horses, rounding the street corner into view. It stops for the two women to jump aboard before taking off at a rapid clip. The carriage weaves its way through the crowded streets of The Free City. It is just after noon, so the populace of Isra was out in full force going about their daily business. Many people seem to be making their way towards The Midnight Sun in an effort to gawk at the carnage. The Investigator shakes her head and turns away from the window towards her companions. Along with Dixie, there are four others riding along. Each one looks grimly around the carriage, talking in low tones about the explosion. Iulia clears her throat and addresses them all over the sound of the cobblestones passing beneath. “Afternoon, all. Before we get to the matter at hand, I’d like to introduce you to Miss Dixie Starr. Miss Starr is a hopeful applicant to The Officer of Investigations and will be taking part in our efforts today. Treat her like you would any of your fellow guards. Miss Starr, these are Officers Jenkins, Highchurch, and Larimer from the Office of Investigations, and Magus Arthur from The Enclave.” Magus Arthur gives Dixie a half smile before turning her attention back to a large pendant. Her mouth moves, reciting silent incantations. The other three members of Investigations each extend a hand for Dixie to shake. Jenkins and Highchurch look to be polar opposites. Whilst Jenkins is a thin elvin man with obvious poise, grace, and above average skills with eyeliner, Highchurch is a rough lump of a human with thick features, a cauliflower ear, and all the markings of an accomplished bar fighter. Officer Larimer, a halfling woman, rounds the trio out, sitting on the edge of her seat with a set of charcoal pencils and a sheaf of parchments. Her hands are already colored black by her pencils. Against potentially better judgement, she is idly sketching away on a scrap piece of parchment, allowing the natural bumps of the road to add haphazard flourishes to her drawing. “Now, the Fire Department is already at the scene with a few members of The Guard who were initially called out to the explosion. We have most of the block partitioned off, but I’ll have you, Jenkins and Highchurch make a quick go round to make sure everything is locked down tight. We don’t want any of the well meaning public to go traipsing through the scene.” The two officers nod. “Larimer and Miss Star, you two will be with me. Our first stop will be with Fire Chief Montag Decker to get his account. There are a few witnesses who survived the explosion that we will talk to afterwards. In particular, Larimer, I’d like some sketches of the site of the explosion itself.” “Magus Arthur. I’ll leave you to your own work, but please let me know the minute you find anything out about the nature of our explosion. I doubt I have to tell you, but we are particularly concerned about this being a magical attack.” In her mind, Iulia hoped this was an awful accident of some sort. Maybe a magical lantern had overloaded, or one of those alchemical cocktails backfired stupendously. It wasn’t likely that a small accident had blown out the front of the tavern. If this were another attack against Isra, like that Fae’s attempt to burn down several city blocks, what would The Guard do? Larimer and Magus Arthur chat briefly about the last time they had visited The Midnight Sun. Jenkins shocks them both by saying that he had never found the time to actually visit the place, claiming it wasn’t his sort of establishment. All the while, the carriage makes its way, block by block, towards their destination.
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Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Nov 24, 2018 23:12:16 GMT -8
Dixie changed back into her regular clothes, very glad to be out of that awful workout uniform. Going out with the guard to visit the site of an explosion was all rather exciting, although she was ever-so-slightly apprehensive about the whole thing. Was this normal, for an applicant to be brought along so soon? Perhaps the Investigation unit played by their own rules. Regardless, she was happy to help, and so followed Iulia out of the square and out to the carriage. As she walked, she noted how very practical the investigator's uniform was in comparison to her own outfit. Hopefully she wouldn't be doing any running or chasing today, as she certainly hadn't come dressed for the occasion.
The guard carriage was quite a bit less comfortable than the carriages she usually rode around in with Robert, but seemed serviceable enough. This was a carriage for getting from point A to point B, after all. It wasn't built for style or luxury, or for arriving to events fashionably late and in style. It did seem quite a bit faster than what she was used to as well, hurdling down the streets at a pace that seemed almost hazardous. She smiled and waved shyly at the other officers and the mage as Iulia introduced her, feeling very out of place among all the professionals. Still, they seemed friendly enough, and she shook each of their hands in turn. They must have thought it was very serious indeed, if they'd brought along a mage.
As Iulia laid out tasks for everybody, Dixie turned pale. They suspected a magical attack? Who would do such a thing? Was there a precedent behind this? She had so many questions, but bit her tongue. After all, she didn't want to sound foolish in front of all these officers. All would be explained in time, she was sure. She'd just have to wait and see. Perhaps this Fire Chief Montag would offer some insight. As such, she spent the ride mostly silent, except to chime in that she, too, had never found herself in the Midnight Sun. She left it at that, not wanting to sound prissy by voicing her preference for more upscale establishments. Places like the Midnight Sun reminded her too much of the tavern she'd worked at back home, and of everything she'd come to Isra to escape from.
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Nov 27, 2018 13:00:58 GMT -8
Dixie’s visible apprehension wasn’t lost on Iulia, so she makes a mental note to talk with the young woman before they get too busy at the scene.
Outside of the carriage, two guardsmen hold up their hands for the carriage driver to stop. A barricade set up across the narrow street draws a line between the scene at The Midnight Sun and the growing throngs of people in the road. There are easily a hundred, if not more, people milling about. The horses at the front of the cart whiny and snort as they stomp the pavement with apprehension.
Before turning to Dixie, Iulia nods for her company to leave the carriage and head through the barricade to begin their work. The Investigator smiles encouragingly.
“Miss Starr, thank you again for being willing to come along with us. This is all happening quickly, and I’m sorry if I’ve put you on the spot. If at any point you don’t feel comfortable and want to leave, you may do so. No one will think less of you for doing that. At the same time, Isra needs folks like you who are willing to step up and get embroiled in the mess. A few months ago, there was a incident involving a Fae, you might have heard something about it.”
Iulia slowly polishes her glasses, keeping eye contact with Dixie as she continues.
“This Fae got it in their head that Isra was a threat to the forests, that our expansion would destroy her homeland. As a response, she tried to burn down a large portion of the city. I led the investigation and interrogation of said Fae. I heard hatred and fear and desperation, all of which were leveled against the very country I have sworn to protect. It was frightening.”
A pause. Outside, a guard yells for a small group of young men to step away from the barricade. There is a tension in the air, a feeling of anxiety and perverse curiosity hidden beneath the surface.
“Ever since then, the various Offices of The Guard have been on high alert. We are concerned with copycat attacks. This Fae wasn’t radicalized by an anti-Isra group. She developed her hate all by herself. Any individual could pose a massive threat to Isra at any given moment, so it isn’t a matter of if someone attacks, it is when.”
Her smile returns, but it is thinner this time. She stares out of the small rough carriage window over top of the barricade. The height of the vehicle made it easy to see into the scene. Along the far side of the road opposite The Midnight Sun rests a two dozen or so white sheets draped over lumpen shapes. A small shop appears to have been turned into an impromptu medical ward for those injured by the explosion. Its windows had been shattered inwards by the force of the explosion, but someone seems to have swept the glass shards away.
One figure in particular, an old man with stark white hair, catches Iulia’s gaze. He stares off into space with a dazed look in his eyes. Lines of crimson streak down across his face from underneath a linen bandage tied around his head. Office Larimer strides over to stand next to him. She kneels down and tries to speak to the man, but his expression doesn't change. He just keeps staring.
“That’s part of why I’m pushing you a bit,” Iulia shakes her head to bring herself back into the conversation, “Why I’ve invited you here today. You’ve shown an interest in The Guard at a time when we need people who want to do the right thing. Our work is messy, but necessary. If you are willing, you could do a lot of good for Isra.”
She stops and pulls at her leather gloves for a few moment, giving Dixie a chance to respond if she wants.
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Marlowe H. Phillips
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at just under six feet and is built of solid and lean muscle. His flesh is completely charred and blistered and his left ear is missing; leaving a gruesome hole on the side of his head. His brown eyes are surrounded by a sickly yellow color accompanied by a small amount of red veins. The scent of rotten and burnt flesh permeates through his clothing, and he has to generously apply expensive colognes as well as magical tonics to mask the fowl aroma
Clothes and Equipment: _
Marlowe is wrapped head to toe with linen gauze strip, like a mummy, and has to replace them daily, since his wounds are open and constantly oozing blood and pus. Over the linen, he wears a thin leather jerkin and a fashionable black overcoat over it. Atop his head was a round, short-brimmed, black felt hat.
For his primary weapon, he carried a cane sword kept in an elegant black cane adorned with silver trimmings. He keeps a backup dagger in his right black leather boot.
Player's online availability : Mainly sunday and monday when off work, but sometimes in the evening(US Est.) as well
Registered: Oct 25, 2018 15:06:01 GMT -8
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Post by Marlowe H. Phillips on Jan 7, 2019 7:39:04 GMT -8
Marlowe walked down the streets of Isra, his cane tapping lightly against the cobblestone roads as he slowly approached his destination. His motivations were easy: He needed income, and the Gruesome Guardians job seemed to have fallen through. Or, at least, appeared like it. Marlowe had yet to be contacted by Chauncey since his short interview with the man. Oh well, even if that wasn't the case and Chauncey was just too busy, Marlowe still needed to eat. Also, with his particular skill set, he would be more useful in an organization such as the Isranian Guard.
A pang of guilt shot through him during his journey. Perhaps, had he not been so insecure and applied for a position on the guard from the get-go instead of the more inclusive Gruesome Guardians, he could’ve been there at The Midnight Sun where he could’ve helped, and from an official position. Not just some bystander. Next time.
Upon arriving at the Square, Marlowe stared at the tall, vast, building, contemplating his next move. His heart was racing. Nerves. Or, rather, anxiousness. He fiddled nervously with the tightly bound gauze bandaging that is wrapped around his left arm. He was self-conscious of the way he appeared...and smelled. Fortunately, he had enough funds left over to have purchased a small bottle of cologne to cover up the stench from his wounds — cheap stuff with an earthy scent.
Unlike his meeting with Chauncey, there was no prior notice to his visit today, and neither was there an appointment set up. It was a spur of the moment thing. He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes, willing his heart to calm down. During this brief moment, Marlowe thought about all the ways he could continue and decided on the best way... merely to knock on the door. Alternatively, he could walk right in, but he was unfamiliar with the interior and would be walking in blind. Marlowe would rather avoid trespassing at the place he is looking for employment. If no one responds to his knock, then he’ll look for alternative ways.
Marlowe cleared his throat and raised his cane, using the pommel, a silver-plated ball, to strike the door to the Isranian Guard’s HQ. “Excuse me,” he attempted to call through the door with a loud rasp — his damaged vocal cords making it difficult to raise his voice.
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Mar 2, 2019 3:26:23 GMT -8
A guard opens the door carefully, peering out at Marlowe with a skeptical eye.
“You wanna come in?” she asks, nodding at grey skies and cutting winds that constitute the outdoors. The rain had finally let up, but not before a stiff chill invaded the air. “You don’t have to knock.”
She stands aside, holding the door for the strange man. Her free hand rests on the pommel of the sword sheathed at her waist. This seems more a formality than a true aggressive move.
Within the front door is the small public lobby. Only one figure sits behind the wood and iron barrier today. Lieutenant Meyer graciously accepted his temporary reassignment to clerking whilst the vast majority of The Square took on various duties relating to The Midnight Sun bombing. A skeleton crew runs the various essential operations, leading to an unusual quiet throughout the headquarters.
Meyer looks from the guard to Marlowe, a single eyebrow raised.
“Well met, sir. How could we be of assistance today?”
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Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Apr 18, 2019 21:39:43 GMT -8
It had been a long few weeks for Dixie, learning the ins and outs of the guard. It was definitely satisfying work, and she'd found herself catching on quickly. She enjoyed being a member of the guard, and the respect that her position afforded. When she rode through town in her new uniform, people got out of her way. They were polite, even deferential at times. It sure beat being a waitress in a backwater tavern, that was for sure. She didn't miss the constant whistles and stares and occasional grabby customers, although the free drinks had always been nice. The training had gone by in a flash, and she'd already spent some time working actual cases. Of course, most had been straightforward and uneventful, with the exception of the previous night's case.
Dixie and a senior officer by the name of Investigator Treacle had been summoned to the scene of an alleged robbery in a small bakery. The baker claimed that his assistant had stolen the money out of its hiding place, while the assistant claimed to have committed no such crime. As they poked around the shop and tried to ignore the arguing between the two, Dixie had heard the sound of a horse taking off behind the shop. Upon investigation, she realized that Investigator Treacle's horse had been stolen by the Baker's niece, who was fleeing down the street at full gallop. Dixie had been forced to hop on her own horse and ride after the young woman, before eventually catching up and snaring her with a lariat. A sharp jerk had dragged the fleeing suspect from the saddle and onto the hard cobblestone street, resulting in a severe head wound and immediate unconsciousness. Searching the niece, Dixie had found the stolen money, although the thief had not yet awoken for comment.
As she stepped up to Iulia's office door, Dixie wondered why she'd been called in. Was it to commend her on her quick thinking and fast action to catch yesterday's thief and recover the money? Perhaps to reprimand her for her excessive use of force? She didn't think it was that excessive, but some of the passer-by had been shocked. Maybe it was for something else entirely, unrelated to last night's events. She straightened her uniform, making sure all the buttons were in place and her badge was polished properly. Even after a visit to the tailor's shop, her uniform didn't quite fit right, being a bit too tight around the bust...but there was nothing to be done about that unless she ordered a custom-cut jacket, and that was expensive. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door, hoping that she wasn't in trouble.
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Apr 26, 2019 3:45:40 GMT -8
Iulia’s small corner office is a cozy affair, if only by nature of its diminutive size. Iulia had been grateful when the Commissioner offered to give the Investigator a converted broom closet for use as an office. It was lovely to be away from the bullpen. Only later did Iulia realize that this move was done less as a reward and more as an effort to contain her unique style of investigations.
Messy wasn’t the correct word, the Investigator took pride in being able to find anything not immediately visible under the fine layer of evidence, facts, and related detritus within 30 seconds. She had even timed herself once or twice. Everything was in order, just a very personal sort of order, one based on heuristic familiarity and not some rigid set of organizational rules.
Newspaper clippings of the more sensational variety former a rough sort of half circle above her chair. This had the effect of giving Iulia a halo of yellow journalism when she sat at her desk.
The joy of her collection was one full front page proclaiming “Virtuous Mission? Officer of The Guard Leaps from Citadel Spire to Make Arrest. Catches Wrong Woman.” It, of course, hadn’t been the wrong woman. And she hadn’t really jumped from one of the Citadel’s many spires. A foot chase had gone on too long, and the logical conclusion was to end it by shoulder tackling the perpetrator into a waiting hay cart below. All in a the work of a day, eh?
To the left of the cramped wooden desk, more of a small bedside table than anything else, was The Corkboard. Iulia had taken the idea from the notice boards hung up around The Square and had one made especially for her own use. The spanned nearly the entire length of the wall and currently housed parchments and sketches relating to The Midnight Sun Bombing. Recently, the idea of using different colored yarns to connect related pieces of evidence had filtered through Iulia’s mind.
The brass carriage clock, a gift from a grateful widower who Iulia had reunite with his long lost son, chimes out the noon hour. Dixie would be stopping by any minute now.
A knock. Iulia strides from her desk over to the small window in the corner of the room and opens it before calling out a friendly “Come in!”
“Well, if it isn’t the Starr of my life!” Iulia turns her back on the window overlooking the streets below and gives Dixie her trademark lopsided smile.
“Please, have a seat. Would you like some tea?”
A decently sized stack of parchments bound with twine rests near the Investigator's left elbow. A note card attached to one of the strings reads Report: Dixie Starr - Badge No. 0869. Iulia notices Dixie’s gaze hovering over the documents and nods slowly.
“You’ve been busy. Fairly standard stuff if your reports are accurate, which I trust they are.”
With practiced footsteps, the Investigator waltzes around the confines of her former broom closet, deftly pouring hot water into two earthenware mugs. It seems the offer of tea was less a question and more a warning of an imminent brewing session.
“I’ll get this out of the way here now, I haven’t called you in for a reprimanding. The only trouble you may be in is that which you put yourself through. Are you aware of the fact that you have submitted twice as many reports as your fellow junior officers? Not only that, but the level of detail in each is spot on. You report for duty early nearly every day, and are one of the last junior officers to report out at the end of your shift. You do know we give you two days off each week?”
Investigator Iotapa stands against the far wall, leaning casually next to her newspaper collection. With a gentle puff, she blows the spiraling steam away from the top of her mug and moves to take a sip. She looks overtop her fogged glasses and speaks again.
“And I’m curious as to why. Why are you working yourself so hard? This isn’t a complaint, just a matter of friendly, and professional, inquiry.”
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Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Apr 27, 2019 17:18:26 GMT -8
Stepping carefully into the cramped office, Dixie let out a somewhat forced chuckle at Iulia's "witty" pun. If only she had a gold coin for every time she'd heard that one, she'd probably be able to buy the citadel. Still, she figured the little joke meant that she probably wasn't going to get yelled at today. Sitting down, she eyed the mugs of hot water dubiously. She didn't like tea, never had. She'd always preferred hot chocolate or warm milk with sugar or honey. Tea just tasted like hot leaf juice to her, and the smell reminded her of her strict grandmother.
The fact that she wasn't being called in for a reprimand was a relief, at least. As Iulia explained exactly why she'd been called in, Dixie frowned. Had she really been working so long? It had all gone by so fast, she'd hardly noticed that she hadn't taken any breaks. The investigator seemed almost concerned about her welfare, which was sort of nice. It was good to know that Iulia was looking out for her, although she wasn't sure what exactly she'd done to warrant such special attention.
"Have I been working so much?" she asked. "I hadn't realized. Uh...it isn't a problem, is it? I just...like the work, I guess. Do you have any sugar?"
If sugar was to be found, she poured several generous spoonfuls into her tea in an effort to mask the taste before taking a cautious sip. It helped a little bit, but she never managed to in enough to cover up the taste of old leaves.
"I guess...now that I've gotten a taste for the work, I don't want to let go. I never seem to want to take off my uniform nowadays, because once I do, I'm right back to where I started. Just a nobody with a pretty face. I like what I do, and I like the way people look at me when I'm in uniform. It feels like I'm finally doing something for myself, rather than skating by and living off of other people."
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on May 1, 2019 11:26:07 GMT -8
With an absent mind, Iulia slides a small crystal ink pot over to Dixie. Inside rest several light brown sugar cubes. Whether the color is from any residual ink, or the natural hue of molasses, it is unclear at first. The Investigator returns to her spot by the wall, not meeting Dixie’s gaze for several moments. If Miss Starr were watching the Investigator, she would notice Iulia tenderly favoring her left hand. A heavy bandage wraps its way around from the knuckles to halfway up the forearm. Iulia holds the limb crossways over her chest. Whatever wounds are there are well on their way to being healed, but the pain still seems fresh. Nodding along as Dixie speaks, Iulia slowly sips at her tea. A fine mixture of finely aged black tea leaves with an infusion of vanilla and a touch of citrus. From the faces the younger woman is pulling across the table, she clearly doesn’t appreciate the taste. “The uniform holds a deep transformative power, does it not? You stand a bit straighter, see a bit more closely. I fully agree. I’ve seen it before, especially in myself. Once you put on that uniform, there is a sense that you have to live up to what it stands for. That gets to be quite easy for people like us. And eventually, we get to move beyond playacting that we are members of The Guard. That has its own challenges...” Another sip of tea, a deeper one this time. Iulia seems to drift away from the conversation for a few moments longer than would be classified as 'normal'. How much could she tell Dixie of what was going on? How much should she tell her? The quiet arrest warrants issued for seemling innocent people. The interrogations of merchants and tradespeople. The death of Josef Zemp? “I’d like you to take a holiday. Get out of the city for a fortnight or so. Preferably more. Go home.” Iulia returns to her desk and sits at her chair. A beat passes as she looks into Dixie’s eyes before speaking again. “You know, with the ongoing investigation regarding the bombing, I haven’t managed to get a lot of time off. You might have the benefit of a superior officer who cares about your health enough to order you to take time off. I do not.” A small smirk, one intended to convince its wearer that it was genuine. The gentle scratching of her pen across the parchment takes up the next few seconds. Iulia writes with her right hand, the unfamiliarity of doing so evident as she slowly drags the nib back and forth. “Granted, I cannot force you to take time off. I can, however, strongly suggest it. The paperwork is all in order. Finish up whatever work you have left regarding your active cases, but refrain from taking up anything new. Once you are done, take your holiday.” Within her chest, Iulia’s heart beats heavily. She desperately wanted to tell someone, anyone, of what her investigations were quickly uncovering. Of the things she had been ordered to do. “Miss Starr, I have reason to…” No. Say nothing. Do not put Dixie in danger. “I have reason to believe that I’ll be able to take some time off when you return. We ought to go for drinks at The Handmaiden’s Basket around then.” Her first mug of tea finished, Iulia moves to set another to steeping. With an odd shift in tone and manner, she makes small talk about the weather, her new office, on anything having little consequence. It is clear that she is trying to awkwardly steer the conversation away from the previous matter of Dixie's vacation.
“How are you finding the city? Give me the perspective of your youth. I’m clearly too old to go out cavorting and enjoy the finer things life has to offer,” Iulia gives a hearty wink as she returns to her chair, “What do you get up to when you aren’t working?”
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Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on May 7, 2019 13:31:01 GMT -8
Dixie frowned, putting down the teacup and eyeing Iulia. Something wasn't right. The senior investigator was acting strangely. What was going on? It was almost as though she was trying to get rid of Dixie...but why? To hide something from her? To keep her from discovering something? Or perhaps to get her away from some unknown danger...but what? Was this another test of some kind?
"A...holiday?" she finally managed. "But why? I've only just begun, and you want me to take a break already. Why me? Why not Gregor or Perkins or even McMurphy? They've all been working hard too, and far longer than me. Why the special treatment?"
She bit her lip, noticing when Iulia hesitated. She'd been about to say something else, something far more important than a simple invitation for drinks, but had decided against this. Something was up here, and Iulia clearly had some ulterior motive to sending Dixie away. Still, the forced shift in conversation stymied her curiosity, allowing her barely enough time to nod and accept the invitation. Iulia, she was sure, would not tell her any more at the moment, wouldn't give her a single hint that she hadn't intended. She'd simply have to wait for their meeting in two weeks' time. Perhaps things would become clearer then. When Iulia asked about her perspectives on the city, she paused for a moment before answering.
"When I first got to the city," she said, "It was a wonderland of magic and glamour. Everything glittered and shone, and the city and everyone in it was beautiful. Robert took me on a grand tour, bringing me to meet artists and aristocrats and even the Empress herself. It was like a whole new world, entirely different from the little village I grew up in. After working with the guard, though...I've started to see through the shining exterior. There are loads of people, entire parts of the city, who are just as filthy and mean as they were back home. It's all just hidden under a thin layer of gold leaf, squirreled away so it doesn't offend the eyes of the well-to-do. As for what I do when I'm not working, well...not much at all. Nothing really all that interesting. I see friends. You know how it is."
There was no reason to tell Iulia about all the "cavorting" and "enjoying the finer things" that she really got up to after she left work. Besides, Dixie was sure that if Iulia really cared about what she did or who she went out with, then she would already know. Neither she nor Robert had ever really cared to sneak around or make any pretense of subtlety, after all.
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on May 26, 2019 3:52:20 GMT -8
With a wave, Iulia dismisses the names of Gregor and Perkins.
“McMurphy is taking his leave later this month. The other two officers have similar offers for vacations that they haven’t taken yet. Their experience means they know when a break is a good idea. I’m worried that you might learn that lesson for yourself too late.”
The cagey tones taken as Dixie mentions her friends and how they get up to ‘nothing really all that interesting’ forces Iulia to repress a knowing smirk.
“Friends are good, yes. It helps take the edge off when you see all that we are up against here, upholding the law. There is that new dice game sweeping through the more seedy taverns. As a member of The Guard, I am obligated to condemn this unlicensed gambling. As a casual enthusiast of games, however, it is quite fun.”
Iulia smiles.
“I’m a bit sorry that the ‘shining city on the hill’ died for you as fast as it did, but I’m glad you have such a realistic view on things. There are too many who think Isra is some paragon with no issues at all. We certainly have it better off than countless other places in the world. There is no sense in downplaying the issues we face, however. That is the easiest way to lose what we do have. Part of why I enjoy this job as much as I do stems back to my time with the Foreign Service. I’m fighting for the version of Isra that I supported back when I was a diplomat. Every day, I help to protect the Isra which ought to be. We go deeper than just painting the gold leaf over top everything. At least we ought to. There is much room for improvement within The Guard.”
A small part of Iulia fights against saying these things. Up until recently, she would have fully agreed with what she just forced herself to say. Part of her wanted to still believe it. Everything she had been asked to do was done to maintain security and peace, was it not?
“If I were to press you a bit here, what would you say is the biggest issue we as The Guard face? What makes your job the most difficult? How could we do better?”
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Jun 15, 2019 17:37:40 GMT -8
Grandma navigated her way through the Headquarters of the Guard at an unhurried stroll. Wearing a plain robe of a dark green and having no escort, she didn’t draw as much attention as she might have under different circumstances. There were, of course, a few members of the guard who would recognize her—no doubt causing rumors of her arrival to slowly spread throughout the building.
Approaching the door to Iulia’s office, Grandma raised an eyebrow at its rather odd placement. Was this a repurposed closet? Shaking her head at the inadequate working conditions of the Investigator, Grandma knocked on the door a few times with her cane. She had intentionally refrained to telling Iulia of her intent to visit on this day. This was meant to be a surprise inspection after all.
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Jun 16, 2019 13:13:49 GMT -8
"Enter!" Iulia calls out, jerking her head up from the pillow of parchments and open books sprawling over her desk.
Usually, she left her office door propped open to help alleviate the claustrophobic atmosphere of her office, but lately she had taken to shutting herself in anytime she was in the office. Her time in The Square has been cut down dramatically upon being forced into leading the Imperial Vizier's task force. Usually, she only has time to stop by her corner office to drop off parchments, make a brief report or two, and take a short nap on her desk. In between her work with The Guard, this blasted task force, and griffin riding lessons, she had no time for anything in the way of leisure. Her hair had started to grow out farther than she had ever let it, tangling its way around her Breton cap and falling in her eyes in the most infuriating way.
Most of her casework is done out on the town, alongside the seemingly endless list of tasks sent to her directly from the Vizier. Within moments of returning to The Square after her initial meeting at the Empress’ Eye, a bundle of arrest warrants arrived via raven. Dark wings, dark words. Each was dated to that very day.
Three months had flown by. Investigator Iotapa liked her new office well enough, it let her stay relatively more organized that she had been at her desk in The Bullpen with all the other officers. It was rather isolating at times, but she has grown to appreciate what little solitude she can find these days.
Her office door swings open, bouncing off the bookshelf that was just a hair too large for the corner. And there stands the Imperial Vizier herself. The lack of message or notice sent ahead of her arrival speaks to some air of secrecy, but walking through the headquarters of the Office of Investigation was the easiest way for one to have several dozen trained eyes notice them. As usual, Iulia feels that same sense of irate curiosity the Vizier seems hellbound to cause.
Iulia stands up from her desk chair and gives a salute, welcoming the elderly intelligencer into the office.
“Imperial Vizier, welcome. Please feel free to have a seat.”
The few glorious seconds of sleep vanish from the Investigator’s mind as she moves to her tiny tea table to pour her guest a cup.
“Would you care for some tea?”
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