Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Oct 4, 2018 19:14:18 GMT -8
Keph yelped in surprise as the tailor suddenly grabbed his shoulders and steered him clear of the obnoxious customer that had been prodding him for personal information. Although it was a bit annoying to be dragged away in such a way, he didn't mind it too much considering it not only got him away from that weird lady, but it also meant he was finally getting what he had come from!
The room he was brought into was nice and cozy, although he did find it a tad too ornate for his liking, he personally preferred a humbler, more rustic look to things, but the store was hers after all.
He nodded at the tailor's request, removing his cloak and throwing it onto a nearby mannequin, along with a plethora of other pieces of equipment that adorned him and would've made Raelyn's life quite difficult.
"Keph would rather not have an original piece, he's not quite sure what he even wants - he is apparently not a very fashionable person." The young man producing yet another message for Raelyn; he liked his wear, but seeing as the Empress had not, he could only assume city folk had a different taste when it came to style.
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Raelyn Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 30
Physical Description: Raelyn stands at a rather modest 5'7". She is built rather solidly but still feminine as she is used to hard work, preferring to work with her own hands. She has long, curly silver locks as is her family's quirk and light violet eyes that are exceptional at reading people. In contrast to her gruff homely exterior, her hands are slender and her fingers are thin, as is necessary for the mastery of her craft.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically wears simple dresses as opposed to the ornate dresses and suits she crafts. She almost always has her apron donned with her sewing equipment at the ready. She prefers to use the sewing kit that her parents got her for her apprenticeship unless she needs to use more sophisticated tools for a particular project.
Allegiances: Isra and The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! Which is often.
Registered: Sept 7, 2018 18:04:26 GMT -8
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Post by Raelyn Fletcher on Oct 5, 2018 12:43:22 GMT -8
Raelyn hummed at that as she read what he wrote again and helped Keph up to the stage so she could start measuring him. "Well, that's quite alright. I suppose that's my job to figure out what would be in style for you." She said as she sized him up briefly with her eyes before she began to measure him. She took her tape measure and took the length of his shoulders, before whispering a word under her breath and taking her hands away.
The tape measure remained a float as Raelyn took out her notebook and started writing down the measurements. The enchanted ruler moved along his body at her command, freeing up her hands to do write and sketch. It really was a handy gift that her previous mentor had left for her.
"Do you have any idea of what you might want though? What type of event is it for? Do you need a full suit, a doublet, a tunic, a tux- what would you feel most comfortable in? Flashier or simpler?" She asked as she guided his arms up into a position which the tape measure could get the length of both of his arms.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Oct 8, 2018 19:57:37 GMT -8
Keph stretched his arms out while watching Raelyn work with an air of curiosity, albeit with a bit of discomfort in the mix, as well. So this is what she did for a living, measure people and then just get cloth of around the same size? It didn't sound so difficult. The sight of the enchanted tape moving and taking measurements on its own stunned Keph and ripped him away from his thought bubble - now that, that was a neat trick.
His amazement was cut short by Raelyn's queries and gave her an uncertain glare; the young man again resorted to his notebook to answer:
"It's for a date with the Empress. Keph has never been on a date with a Monarch so he isn't quite sure what one is meant to dress."
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Raelyn Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 30
Physical Description: Raelyn stands at a rather modest 5'7". She is built rather solidly but still feminine as she is used to hard work, preferring to work with her own hands. She has long, curly silver locks as is her family's quirk and light violet eyes that are exceptional at reading people. In contrast to her gruff homely exterior, her hands are slender and her fingers are thin, as is necessary for the mastery of her craft.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically wears simple dresses as opposed to the ornate dresses and suits she crafts. She almost always has her apron donned with her sewing equipment at the ready. She prefers to use the sewing kit that her parents got her for her apprenticeship unless she needs to use more sophisticated tools for a particular project.
Allegiances: Isra and The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! Which is often.
Registered: Sept 7, 2018 18:04:26 GMT -8
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Post by Raelyn Fletcher on Oct 11, 2018 15:13:33 GMT -8
Raelyn turned to read the note over his shoulder before she tsked softly and came around to look at him. Inwardly, she was a bit shocked to learn the young man was having a date with the empress, but she didnt comment oj it. She was just a simple tailor after all.
Raelyn set her hands on her hips as she studied him closely before she spoke. “Well, lets see what I can do with that then.”
She turned then and walked to the back hidden room searching through the closet of half finished clothes. She first selected some rather simple trousers she knew would complement his small size. She wandered about until she found what she was looking for. She carefully picked out and fine black dress shirt which had silver stitching on the corners of the collar and some slight accents. She also pulled out a vest of a similar design and material that had silver buttons with sapphires imbedded in the button. They would likely bring out the blue in his eyes and look good with his conplexion. To give him another option, she pulled out a maroon doublet held together with gold buttons set with rubies. There was a intricate yet subtle design to the jacket. Both had simple designs but oozed subtly with their refined nature. Those were what she would start with.
With the clothes carefully tucked over her arm, she walked out back to Keph. “What do you think of these?”
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Oct 15, 2018 14:48:59 GMT -8
Keph watched as the tailor wandered about the room, picking up different pieces of clothing before finally presenting them to him. He crossed his arms and held his chin in a thoughtful manner, eyes glazing over both of them... was this really what nobles liked wearing? Both of them looked fairly tight, his own clothing was a tad baggy which allowed them to be comfortable and give him as much mobility as he needed! How in the Hels was one suppose to climb up a tree to avoid a pack of wolves in that?! Sure, you wouldn't really find wolves in Isra - or at least he hoped not - but he really doubted there weren't several situations in which baggier, more utilitarian clothing wouldn't do far better.
The young man pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing loudly. As much as he was not a big fan of all this, he did need something that suited this whole fashion hogwash, so he might as well choose something. He'd end up pointing at the dress shirt and the vest, it looked less constrictive than whatever that other piece of hellish clothing was, and he couldn't say the silver lining didn't catch his eye, for some reason it reminded him of the snow back home - maybe that meant it might go well with his hair?
"Keph will choose that one." He held up the note with one hand while pointing with the other.
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Raelyn Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 30
Physical Description: Raelyn stands at a rather modest 5'7". She is built rather solidly but still feminine as she is used to hard work, preferring to work with her own hands. She has long, curly silver locks as is her family's quirk and light violet eyes that are exceptional at reading people. In contrast to her gruff homely exterior, her hands are slender and her fingers are thin, as is necessary for the mastery of her craft.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically wears simple dresses as opposed to the ornate dresses and suits she crafts. She almost always has her apron donned with her sewing equipment at the ready. She prefers to use the sewing kit that her parents got her for her apprenticeship unless she needs to use more sophisticated tools for a particular project.
Allegiances: Isra and The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! Which is often.
Registered: Sept 7, 2018 18:04:26 GMT -8
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Post by Raelyn Fletcher on Oct 15, 2018 16:12:33 GMT -8
Raelyn looked relieved as she set aside the other outfit carefully. "Good eye. I think this one will suit you better as well. But it's best to let the client choose." She hummed as she moved back over to his side and set the selected clothing on the bench as she picked up her notebook again.
"Now, as for the fit. We will test them as they are right now and I can, of course, make some alterations and adjust things as necessary because they weren't intended for a man of your stature. However, I'd like to know your preference. Do you prefer a looser fit or would you like everything to fit snugly? If you don't mind my input, snug might be better. Especially if you are going for a date. Though I'm not sure how you city folk do it." She mused, an easy smile on her face as she held out her hand and the tape measure flicked back to her, wrapping around her wrist.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Oct 17, 2018 19:52:49 GMT -8
Keph cocked his head at her assessment of him, before looking down at himself with uncertainty; did he actually look like city folk?
"Keph isn't from Isra, he's from a small fishing village. He'd rather take a looser fit, but if she thinks a tighter fit is best, he'll go with such." He held the note over the lower half of his face, hiding his mouth from view until the notebook was again lowered for any other responses that needed to be written.
After all, apparently that's what looked good - it definitely didn't feel good being in an overly constrictive uniform, but he wasn't the one making the rules here.
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Raelyn Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 30
Physical Description: Raelyn stands at a rather modest 5'7". She is built rather solidly but still feminine as she is used to hard work, preferring to work with her own hands. She has long, curly silver locks as is her family's quirk and light violet eyes that are exceptional at reading people. In contrast to her gruff homely exterior, her hands are slender and her fingers are thin, as is necessary for the mastery of her craft.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically wears simple dresses as opposed to the ornate dresses and suits she crafts. She almost always has her apron donned with her sewing equipment at the ready. She prefers to use the sewing kit that her parents got her for her apprenticeship unless she needs to use more sophisticated tools for a particular project.
Allegiances: Isra and The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! Which is often.
Registered: Sept 7, 2018 18:04:26 GMT -8
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Post by Raelyn Fletcher on Oct 19, 2018 13:33:58 GMT -8
Raelyn blinked at that in surprise as she read his response. Such a spoiled child wasn't from the city? "Oh... that's actually surprising. Considering how you act I would have never... Well... never mind. I apologize for making a hasty judgement of you." She gave a small awkward chuckle while making a mental note to herself not judge people as they may appear. It was an obvious thing to do but she'd somehow forgotten it. She shifted the clothing on her arm before she offered it to him and gestured to a folding screen in the other corner of the room.
"If you wouldn't mind, could you try these on first so I get an idea of the alterations I need to make? And then I'll have it ready for you, realistically by tomorrow." She said as she offered him a hand to step down from the stage.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Oct 24, 2018 15:46:21 GMT -8
Keph lightly cocked his head, staring at the tailor with a raised brow - what about how he acted would make him from Isra? He didn't believe he look nor acted like any of the cityfolk. Yet, the young man thought little of it and just shrugged the comment off without making anything of it.
The young man stepped off the stage and towards her, not really needing to take her hand. He took the folded clothing off of her arm, before stepping back and stripping down to his undergarments, before dressing back up in the given pieces. After such, Keph spun in place before taking a few steps around, he looked down at himself, then looked back over his shoulder - it definitely felt odd to be out of his usual wear.
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Raelyn Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 30
Physical Description: Raelyn stands at a rather modest 5'7". She is built rather solidly but still feminine as she is used to hard work, preferring to work with her own hands. She has long, curly silver locks as is her family's quirk and light violet eyes that are exceptional at reading people. In contrast to her gruff homely exterior, her hands are slender and her fingers are thin, as is necessary for the mastery of her craft.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically wears simple dresses as opposed to the ornate dresses and suits she crafts. She almost always has her apron donned with her sewing equipment at the ready. She prefers to use the sewing kit that her parents got her for her apprenticeship unless she needs to use more sophisticated tools for a particular project.
Allegiances: Isra and The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! Which is often.
Registered: Sept 7, 2018 18:04:26 GMT -8
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Post by Raelyn Fletcher on Oct 25, 2018 21:30:37 GMT -8
Raelyn walked away as he went to change and grabbed her pin cushion, strapping it onto her wrist carefully, making sure she had enough on hand. She stuck her notebook that was marked on Keph's clientele page into her apron for easy access. She turned around just as he walked out of the changing area and she gave a proud smile. She did have a good eye for these things.
Which she supposed was important considering her occupation.
"It fits you quite well I would say." Raelyn smiled satisfied as she tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear and she gestured for him to step up onto the stage. "I need to hem your bottoms a bit for the correct length and the cuffs should come up a bit higher..." She mused to herself as her clever blue eyes flicked over his form as she paces around him. "But more importantly, how do you feel? Do you need more space in an area? The inner lining shouldn't be irritating as I made the fabric myself, but I can exchange that as well if you find it too restricting or heavy." She offered as she paused in her inspection in front of him, taking out her notebook to make notes.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Oct 28, 2018 17:55:53 GMT -8
Did he more space in an area? Keph definitely more space in that uniform all-around, but again he supposed that would ruin the odd concept of fashion these people all had, so he simply shook his head, he only hoped that he'd manage to resist bursting out of the suit like maggot larvae hatching from within a carcass, luckily the fabric was comfortable enough that he likely wouldn't need to spend the night constantly scratching himself due to the constricting nature of this wear.
"This should be fine. Keph appreciates the help and will be here tomorrow before the date to pick it up. Is there anything else that needs to be taken care of?"
The young man tapped his foot, a bit restless as he had just recalled that he still needed to find a place to stay - hopefully that pass would allow him to still get back into the Citadel, he didn't want to spend another night sleeping in some alley, it wouldn't help him keep a good look and a good scent for tomorrow.
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Raelyn Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 30
Physical Description: Raelyn stands at a rather modest 5'7". She is built rather solidly but still feminine as she is used to hard work, preferring to work with her own hands. She has long, curly silver locks as is her family's quirk and light violet eyes that are exceptional at reading people. In contrast to her gruff homely exterior, her hands are slender and her fingers are thin, as is necessary for the mastery of her craft.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically wears simple dresses as opposed to the ornate dresses and suits she crafts. She almost always has her apron donned with her sewing equipment at the ready. She prefers to use the sewing kit that her parents got her for her apprenticeship unless she needs to use more sophisticated tools for a particular project.
Allegiances: Isra and The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! Which is often.
Registered: Sept 7, 2018 18:04:26 GMT -8
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Post by Raelyn Fletcher on Oct 30, 2018 8:47:51 GMT -8
Raelyn nodded as she made a few more notes in her book as she held out her hand again to help him step down from the stage. "I've collected pretty much all that I need from you. If you'll just take it off, I'll get to work altering and resizing it for you and it'll be ready for tomorrow." Raelyn mused with a smile as she gestured to the screen for him to change.
"Also if you'd like to dodge Dixie on your way out, I can show you to the back exit so you can walk out undisturbed." She mused as she tucked her pencil back behind her ear, giving him a bit of a smile.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Nov 7, 2018 22:44:32 GMT -8
Keph smiled, then jogged behind the screen, he quickly got changed, haphazardly chucking the clothes the tailor had selected for him right over it on onto the floor, before getting changed back into his usual attire. He sighed, feeling plenty more comfortable in his baggy clothing compared to the constricting fashion of formalwear. He jumped out from behind the screen, ecstatically throwing out his arms! Right, that was all he needed, now to leave the tailor to her work!
He was about to step out the door when she informed him of an alternate exit; yes, that other customer hadn't been very pleasant, so he gave her a thumbs up - avoiding trouble would probably be for the best.
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Raelyn Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 30
Physical Description: Raelyn stands at a rather modest 5'7". She is built rather solidly but still feminine as she is used to hard work, preferring to work with her own hands. She has long, curly silver locks as is her family's quirk and light violet eyes that are exceptional at reading people. In contrast to her gruff homely exterior, her hands are slender and her fingers are thin, as is necessary for the mastery of her craft.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically wears simple dresses as opposed to the ornate dresses and suits she crafts. She almost always has her apron donned with her sewing equipment at the ready. She prefers to use the sewing kit that her parents got her for her apprenticeship unless she needs to use more sophisticated tools for a particular project.
Allegiances: Isra and The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! Which is often.
Registered: Sept 7, 2018 18:04:26 GMT -8
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Post by Raelyn Fletcher on Nov 9, 2018 14:38:16 GMT -8
Raelyn sighed as she saw the outfit she had handcrafted for a solid month, thrown onto the floor rather carelessly by the young man. She gave another resigned sigh as she stooped to carefully pick up the clothes and fold them over her arm as Keph gave her the thumbs up. Taking a deep breath for the gift of patience-she was nearly done with him yet- she gestured for him to follow her back out of the fitting room and down the hall past the stairs she had taken him up that led to the store front.
She guided him down the hall passing the tidy room that was her bedroom and the small well stocked kitchen before she led him to another set of stairs that led to another door out to her small backyard that would take him back out onto the streets of the Free City. "If you take these stairs down and follow the path down out the gate, you'll be out on the streets once more. Just close the gate on your way out. You can come here tomorrow around noon and the outfit should be ready for you to take. You have a good day now hun." She said as she gestured for him to skedaddle as he wished.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Nov 16, 2018 2:19:03 GMT -8
Keph closely followed the tailor, eager to get out of her establishment, not that it wasn't nice, but there were places he still wanted to visit in the day! The walk was luckily quick, was the store wasn't overly large, and they did pass through a kitchen which allowed him to swiftly steal an apple from a bowl, something for the young drifter to snack on while he decided where and what he was even going to eat that day.
Once they were finally out in the backyard, he again gave her a thumbs up, waving and running off before she could even finish giving him directions on how to find the main street - he was sure he could find his way on his own, what was the worst that could happen, after all? The young man kept waving as he ran off, they would see each other, tomorrow, and then he'd finally be done with all of this fashion nonsense.
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Raelyn Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 30
Physical Description: Raelyn stands at a rather modest 5'7". She is built rather solidly but still feminine as she is used to hard work, preferring to work with her own hands. She has long, curly silver locks as is her family's quirk and light violet eyes that are exceptional at reading people. In contrast to her gruff homely exterior, her hands are slender and her fingers are thin, as is necessary for the mastery of her craft.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically wears simple dresses as opposed to the ornate dresses and suits she crafts. She almost always has her apron donned with her sewing equipment at the ready. She prefers to use the sewing kit that her parents got her for her apprenticeship unless she needs to use more sophisticated tools for a particular project.
Allegiances: Isra and The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! Which is often.
Registered: Sept 7, 2018 18:04:26 GMT -8
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Post by Raelyn Fletcher on Nov 16, 2018 14:14:59 GMT -8
Raelyn sighed as she watched him fly off out her door and out onto the street, her brow twitching slightly as she noticed an apple in his hand that had not been there before. She'd put that on his bill for certain. Walking down the stairs she closed the door behind him, locking it before she returned up the stairs to set the clothes on her work bench for her to alter for tomorrow. For a first customer that she wasn't familiar with, he wasn't... too terrible.
At the very least he wasn't a woman to be wed. They were entirely inhuman to work with.
That thought did remind her of the woman that she had left untended, stewing in the store front. Deciding to leave things as they were for the time being, she hurried back down the steps, pulling her hair back into a ponytail as she went, tying it with a rogue ribbon. "Sorry about that Darling. Have you simmered down now?" She asked her voice lightly teasing and bouncing down to her as she walked down the steps and back up to Dixie, her hands coming to rest on her hips as she finished with her ponytail.
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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 21:26:45 GMT -8
Dixie had been sitting quietly, sipping her tea and wondering if smacking the bratty boy across the face would finally cause him to make a sound. When Raelyn appeared once more, teasing her, she sighed and drained the rest of her tea. She'd been in such a good mood, too, and now the boy had gone and irritated her. Not only that, but Raelyn had helped him with his clothes first, even though Dixie had very clearly gotten to the shop before he had. Why did life have to be so unfair all the time? All she'd wanted was to have her dress repaired, which should have been quick and painless. Why had Robert gone and insisted that she'd go here, anyways? Why couldn't she have gone to a different tailor?
"I suppose I've simmered down as much as I'm going to. I can't believe the nerve of some people, you know? And what business did he have with the Empress, anyway? It's not like he's anything special, and the Empress doesn't meet with just anyone, you know. What's so great about him, huh?"
She pouted and fumed, leaning back in the chair. If she ran into that boy again...she didn't know what she'd do. It definitely wouldn't be very nice, though.
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Raelyn Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 30
Physical Description: Raelyn stands at a rather modest 5'7". She is built rather solidly but still feminine as she is used to hard work, preferring to work with her own hands. She has long, curly silver locks as is her family's quirk and light violet eyes that are exceptional at reading people. In contrast to her gruff homely exterior, her hands are slender and her fingers are thin, as is necessary for the mastery of her craft.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically wears simple dresses as opposed to the ornate dresses and suits she crafts. She almost always has her apron donned with her sewing equipment at the ready. She prefers to use the sewing kit that her parents got her for her apprenticeship unless she needs to use more sophisticated tools for a particular project.
Allegiances: Isra and The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! Which is often.
Registered: Sept 7, 2018 18:04:26 GMT -8
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Post by Raelyn Fletcher on Nov 25, 2018 16:42:58 GMT -8
Raelyn gave a soft sigh as she reached over to tuck a stray strand of hair out of Dixie's face before she gave her a half hearted shrug. "We might never know really. I certainly don't as I've just moved in here. Your guess is as good as mine. I just wanted to be done with him and get him out of the shop as soon as possible before I had to pull you off of him. The way I see it, it's his and the Empress's business and we don't need to stick our noses in it. Honestly if she's interested in him for anything other than running errands, pardon me but I'd be a bit concerned about the figure in power... Though none of this probably matters to you all that much at the moment. You've still got that temper I see."
She moved away from Dixie again going back over to her work bench, turning on the lamps that emitted a bright white light from the crystal that was implanted within the elegant cup of light fixture. She had to say... it was one of the things that did make this new shop worth all the trouble. The light was like it was dawn within the shop and that meant she could work through the night without worrying about making mistakes in the flickering candle light.
Now, Raelyn was no empath but she could tell that most of the anger was directed at the rude runt that had just torn through her shop, but a good amount was also directed at her. She did still have a soft spot for her which led her to her next words.
"I'm really sorry about the whole situation though darling. Especially for making you wait and all. So this repair is on me alright? And if you're still upset with me, I'll design you a new gown that puts this one to shame. " She said as she took out her glasses and tipped the lowest magnification over her right eye to assess the breakage properly, as one of the drawer behind her creaked open slowly- another grand addition to the store. "Hm.... that looks like a B-7 and a C-2." She said and on cue, two spools of thread drifted over to her station, precisely matching the color of the gown, ready for use.
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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 Dec 13, 2018 11:39:13 GMT -8
Dixie would continue to pout, but Raelyn's apology would placate her somewhat. Raelyn had always been a calm voice of reason when she was a child, usually managing to cause Dixie to settle down when she was upset. Besides, it there was truth to her words. The Empress' business was her own...although Dixie doubted that Raeyln had any idea how knowledgeable she actually was about the Empress' interests. The prospect of a free repair was tempting, and she watched wide-eyed as the threads drifted across the room at the older woman's call. Magic had always fascinated her, and it seemed to be everywhere in the city.
"I suppose I can't complain about a free repair...but where did you learn to do that, Raelyn? The magic, I mean. Back home, nobody had any. The closest we got were traveling alchemists and artificers and witches in the woods. Out here, though, it seems like there's magic everywhere. Enclave mages walking the streets, potion shops, charm-sellers...even little things like your thread. How did you learn to do it? I never had any aptitude for it, myself. Not everyone does, they say. I don't mind though, I never really needed it back home. I do love seeing the magic everywhere, though. It's glamorous. There's always something going on, something new and exciting."
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Raelyn Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 30
Physical Description: Raelyn stands at a rather modest 5'7". She is built rather solidly but still feminine as she is used to hard work, preferring to work with her own hands. She has long, curly silver locks as is her family's quirk and light violet eyes that are exceptional at reading people. In contrast to her gruff homely exterior, her hands are slender and her fingers are thin, as is necessary for the mastery of her craft.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically wears simple dresses as opposed to the ornate dresses and suits she crafts. She almost always has her apron donned with her sewing equipment at the ready. She prefers to use the sewing kit that her parents got her for her apprenticeship unless she needs to use more sophisticated tools for a particular project.
Allegiances: Isra and The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! Which is often.
Registered: Sept 7, 2018 18:04:26 GMT -8
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Post by Raelyn Fletcher on Dec 13, 2018 15:15:37 GMT -8
Raelyn's brow cocked as the threads settled within reach as she began pinning the two torn parts of fabric together carefully, following along with the break. "Magic has it's uses certainly and it is quite impressive, but it's finicky. And dangerous. I agree it's strange to see being used so flippantly." She said lightly as she straightened and crouched down to take out her needle set, lightly letting her fingertips move along them till she encountered just the right one for the job that wouldn't make the damage to the frayed edges worse.
"As for where I learned that little parlor trick, it's no story really. I'm not at all gifted or inclined to those arts. Just a passing magic man through the village had a rather tattered cloak and I restored it for him. We had a nice conversation and he enchanted my drawers and some of my tools to respond to my call." In a few fluid motions Raelyn took up the needle and threaded it carefully with the blue thread. She began at the bottom of the tear and began carefully working on the delicate fabric. "I personally still can't make much more than a sweet appear from behind your ear darling." A soft smile curled it's way onto her lips though she didn't look up from her work, her hands moving quickly but precisely. "You seem like you've adjusted fantastically well though if you're not only star struck by all the magic but also apparently familiar with the empress to know whom she would and wouldn't hang out with..?" She trailed off, her brow cocking slightly.
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