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 21, 2018 14:06:09 GMT -8
"I suppose magic can be dangerous," Dixie mused, "But it's still exciting. Life is boring without a little danger to it, don't you think? Besides, it's certainly safer here, with trained mages from the Enclave, than back home with the little backwater self-taught spell-casters."
Dixie thought back to the mages she'd seen back home, shuddering. Most were either constantly drunk or unabashed scam artists, profiting off creating sparkles and facades without ever actually doing anything helpful. Here, at least, the mages seemed relatively professional. At Raelyn's question, she hesitated. How much did she want to tell? Clearly she couldn't reveal all of it.
"Well...Robert introduced me to the Empress. He works with her, you know. She...took a liking to me. We've, uh, talked a bit. Mhmm. Robert introduces me to a lot of people, you know. More than I'd ever imagined."
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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 22, 2018 22:23:37 GMT -8
Raelyn's eyebrows hiked up a few centimeters- honestly a bit surprised by Dixie's words. She had known in some form that her fussy cousin was a high ranking official in some capacity, but to be on casual speaking terms with the empress? Either he was bigger than she initially was lead to believe... or the empress had a taste for the low hanging fruit.
She tried not to chuckle at her joke to herself as her hands moved fluidly, rapidly making progress down the dress. "Stars above me, who would have thought little Dixie would be chatting up the empress one day. Times have changed since I braided your hair for you. But it's good to hear. I was a bit worried when I heard you'd gone off with Robert... But I'm glad to hear you're doing well. I still care about you and little Roxy quite a bit you know." She mused as she threaded the needle with a combination of the threads she had called over before, flicking a higher magnification over her eye now. "How is Roxy by the by? Do you two still keep in touch?"
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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 Dec 29, 2018 4:17:51 GMT -8
In the street outside Needle and Thread, Iulia Iotapa, brand new Investigator of the Guard, a member of Isra’s Finest, consummate professional, proud of her even-headed equanimity, swore. It generally wasn’t in her nature to curse like this, but the combination of nerves, weather, and the carriage that had just doused her in frigid muddy street water forced the words past her internal censor. She immediately swore again in anger at herself.
Iulia had seen the carriage coming round the corner too fast, she saw the puddle, and yet still failed to move out of the way fast enough. Now she stood outside the Needle and Thread dripping wet and cold. The natty old jacket from her sister clung to her frame as the winter wind blew past. Her glasses, coated in flecks of mud and water, slip down her nose as she looks into the shop window and waves lamely. Careful to not drip too much onto the stoop outside the shop, the Investigator opens the door and calls in.
“I’m so sorry. There was a carriage and a puddle and… I’ll just come back later after I get cleaned up!”
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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 29, 2018 16:36:55 GMT -8
Dixie smirked at Raelyn's shocked expression. Did she think it was really so shocking that she would have met the Empress? After a moment's consideration, Dixie decided that yes, it was in fact rather surprising. Who would have expected it of her? If only everyone from her home village could see her now.
"Roxy?" she mused. "Roxy is fine. I haven't seen her much lately, she's always so busy...but oh! I was supposed to go see her today. She works at her uncle Renalt's chocolate shop sometimes, when she's not out and about slaying monsters or whatever it is she does. I've heard that she's seeing someone new nowadays, someone secret...but don't tell Renalt that. Shh."
She smirked, raising a finger to her lips conspiratorially before glancing out the window at the sun in the sky.
"Oh, is it afternoon already? I really have to go, I'm always late. Roxanne will be annoyed...but whatever. I'll tell her you were asking about her, ok? I'll come to pick up the dress later. Good-bye, Raelyn!"
How had the time slipped by? If only that bothersome child hadn't come by and delayed her, she would have been on time. Waving to Raelyn, she hurried from the shop and headed down the street.
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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 30, 2018 11:25:27 GMT -8
Raelyn blinked as Dixie suddenly left in a whirlwind, bustling out the door and away before she could so much as bid her farewell. She gave a heavy sigh before she shook her head a fond smile on her lips as she quickly finishing stitching up the gown. If only she had waited a few more moments, she could've had the gown already set and save the trip. But then again, that did mean she'd see the blonde again which made her smile. In a new city, some reminders of home were always appreciated.
She had just begun folding the repaired gown up to set it in a box for Dixie when she heard the shop bell ring. Instinctively her eyes went up as her lips curved into a welcoming smile. "Welcome to Needle and Thread, darling. How may I-" She was cut off both by the woman's appearance and her interjection. The poor thing looked like a drowned cat! As if she could turn her away or let her scurry off.
"Nonsense! Forget that! Come in! Goodness me- you'll catch your death!" She exclaimed as she quickly set the lid on the dress' box, whipping around to her shelves. "Towels. I need a towel." She called and on cue the cubby with towels opened and a nice fluffy folded white towel floated out into Raelyn's hand as she hurried over to Iulia. Quickly she wrapped the towel around her head and shoulders, fluffing it a bit to dry her off. "I have a bathroom upstairs you can clean up in if you'd like, but at least come in, dry off, and warm up."
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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 Dec 31, 2018 3:14:45 GMT -8
Iulia let herself be steered into the shop, smiling gratefully as the heat seeps back into her hands and face. After the cold and damp outside, this level of kindness buoyed her up immediately.
“Thank you so much, friend. It’s been quite the day.”
The familiar sensation of pin pricks along the skin after being out in the cold for too long rushes through her. With the towel held close around her, Iulia carefully navigates through the store, taking huge steps to try and steer through without causing too much of a mess. Up the stairs she goes, taking them two at a time.
In a few moments, Iulia returns, having left her coat, gloves, and boots to dry upstairs. Now she stands in stocking feet, long skirt, and simple blouse in the midst of the racks for cloth and clothing. The white towel serves as a makeshift short cape across her shoulders. A black Breton cap rests low down across her brow, causing her mussed hair to splay out slightly around the edges. The welcoming surroundings have done a number on her previous nerves, bringing Iulia out of her funk.
“Let’s start again, shall we? I’m Iulia Iotapa. Recently forced to have a career change and in need of new clothes for a uniform.”
A lopsided grin spread across the short woman’s face.
“And my employer is willing to comp up to half of what I deem ‘necessary’.”
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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 31, 2018 14:11:56 GMT -8
"Oh well, we can certainly find a way around that." Raelyn hummed as she began pouring Iulia a piping hot cup of tea as she came back into the store proper. She had also set out a sugar bowl, honey, and some milk with small bowl of fruit and butter cookies. You could take the girl from the country but not the country from the girl.
"I could offer the full price, give you a discount but coincidentally not give your employer one." She mused, mostly kidding as she straightened and gave her a quick wink. "But before we even talk about prices, how about you take a seat and warm yourself up with a nice cup of tea Ms. Iotapa. You can just call me Raelyn by the by." She said as she sat down on the opposite ottoman across the coffee table that she had set the free cup on. She dropped in two sugars before pouring herself a cup as well.
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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 Jan 9, 2019 7:15:03 GMT -8
"Oh, tea sounds lovely. You’re speaking my language, Raelyn." Iulia beams over the steaming cup as she cradled it in both hands. The ottoman has a pleasant sink to it, letting the sitter rest right into it. The wafting water vapor clings to the Inspector’s glasses, causing her to sit back and wait for her vision to clear. In the meantime, she works her way slowly around one of the butter cookies.
“Is it just you, managing the shop, brewing the tea, and making these delicious cookies? Some days I’m lucky to get the kettle on before noon.”
It was nice, the tea and the warmth and the cookies. The oppressive reminder that tomorrow was her first day working for The Guard nestled back into the corner of Iulia’s mind as she let her eyes wander around the shop.
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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 Jan 11, 2019 15:56:29 GMT -8
Raelyn laughed softly as she leaned forward, pushing the cookies closer to her so she didn't have to reach for them. "It is just me, yes. I've only just moved into the big city here. Maybe eventually I'll get some extra hands, but I think I'm alright on my own. I've always been an early riser. I also have a need to constantly be up to something, so lots gets done. All except for a moments rest that is."
The seamstress smiled as she sat back and got comfortable as well, blowing softly on her tea before taking a satisfying sip of the tea. She set the cup back down in her lap. "You do look like you've got quite a weight sitting on your shoulders though, darling. And I don't think it's the weight from the mud though it can weigh on you. Feel free to take a load off here and if you care to, I can lend an ear. If not just take the time to rest."
The shop exuded the same warm and homely atmosphere as the woman before Iulia did. Though it was clear that most things were new from their polish, it felt lived in by the decor. Everything was folded and pristine or hung and pressed. Swaths and bolts of rich fabrics lined the shelves waiting to be used. A loom was tucked away in the corner, a rich maroon fabric in the midst of being woven together. Tools also were hung and laid out within easy reach of the work table near what appeared to be a register. The scent of the tea intermingled with the scent of the shop that had it's own unique scent- a mingling of fresh linens, soft herbs, and a heady woody scent.
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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 Jan 20, 2019 2:21:16 GMT -8
Iulia looked back to Raelyn as she spoke. It was comforting how well the woman fit in with the rest of the shop. Everything had a place, including her, and all felt right in this small corner of the world. Seeing someone living in their exact right place in life was marvelous.
“Well, I’ll admit that I’ve been putting off coming to visit you. Not you personally, but coming in and getting set up with my uniform. This is the last thing I do before starting my position with the Isran Guard. They’ve taken me on as an Inspector.”
Wary of over-sharing, Iulia stares into the bottom of her tea cup for a beat to think out her next words. The last time she had opened up over a cup of tea, she lost her job.
“My old employer let me go quite suddenly. I made some rather stupid mistakes. One of my highers up, we’ll say, pulled a few strings and got me this new position. The pressure to make them know that choice wasn’t in vain is quite real. I feel as though if I don’t do well, I’ll have let them down. I’ll have let myself down too.”
It felt good to verbalize her fears for just a moment. Was it enough? The slinking oily feelings of uncertainty seemed to have retreated deep within for the time being. Down comes the empty cup with a gentle clink. Iulia pops up to her feet and gives a little stretch, feeling refreshed. Emotions could wait, right?
“But it looks like this is the best place to make a new start that I could have picked! You could craft a whole new woman in here. The Guard is fairly loose with uniform requirements, but I did get permission to adapt the costume a bit more than usual for my religious and personal preferences. How do you feel about waistcoats?”
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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 Jan 20, 2019 12:45:37 GMT -8
Raelyn gave a bright smile as she set down her tea cup and pulled out a small notebook with a piece of charcoal for note taking. "Personally, I love them. They don't suit me at all, but they look wonderful on women in my opinion. It helps magnify functionality and authority we already exude. I'd love to craft you one, especially if it'll give you the confidence you need in your new station." She hummed before she raised her right hand.
"Catalogue F-23-A and Catalogue M-23-A, please." She announced aloud. Moments later, two thick bound leather-backed books drifted out of their respective cubbies and over to her open palm, landing gently. Little divisions stuck out of the books with hurriedly scrawled labels on them and Raelyn grasped the one labeled 'waistcoats' and opened to the pages. Detailed sketches were inside of both faceless men and women in different types and styles of waist coats and trouser combinations. Raelyn turned them towards Iulia, straightening them carefully before she took up her notepad.
"These are some designs I have drawn up in the past, so you can get an idea of what is feasible to do. Of course, I will take in consideration your preferences as well. Whether it's a certain cut, fabric, or pattern." She said as she flipped to an open page and took up her charcoal. "Now, tell me, what are you looking for. And take your time. I'm in no rush."
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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 Feb 14, 2019 5:27:10 GMT -8
Iulia beams as Raelyn takes a few notes. The tailor’s good tastes extend past tea and shop decor, it seems. “Agreed. My old position was pretty much a boy’s club situation. I’m looking to stand out here a bit without being too obvious. I’ve always been sort of plain looking in comparison to others, so clothing is where I’ll get to make a statement. Investigator Iotapa invests in vests!” she chuckles a bit at her admittedly awful pun. The illustrations, sketched so professionally, look up at Iulia as she leafs through the pages, stopping every now and again to admire one or two. She pauses on one page a bit longer than the others and taps it lightly. “This one speaks to me. If we could give it some inside pockets, it might just be coming home with me. And I even like the color! Not sure how I feel on the polka dotted necktie, maybe something crimson? Show off a bit of Isran pride that way.” Was she having fun? Yes. Her last payment from the Foreign Service weighs heavily inside the small pouch at her belt. She can almost feel the coins burning a hole straight through their prison. If it comes down to it, skipping a few meals here and there would be well worth having clothes as spiffy as these. A few more moments are spent on the trousers. They look awfully convenient, and a good pair of legs inside of a well-fitted pair of trousers were always pleasant to see. “As for trousers, I’m afraid skirts are more my speed. What do you have in the ankle length department?”
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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 Feb 16, 2019 19:51:35 GMT -8
Raelyn smiled at that as she made some notes, carefully taking down the comments that Ms. Iotapa made. She loved when a client was particularly excited about what they were having commissioned. Their energy was often infectious and often made the task all the more enjoyable. Nothing was quite worse than having a reluctant customer.
"Inside pockets are definitely possible with this design, and I imagine, quite handy. And these are just my doodles so, of course anything can be changed and updated to suit your preferences." She mused as she called for another catalogue which she quickly opened and flipped through till she found what she was looking for sliding it over to show her the different styles of skirts all of appropriate length. Some patterned, some not, some flared, others form fitting.
"This here would be the selection of skirts I currently offer." She said as she took up her note pad again. "If I might, I would recommend that if you'd like to go with a patterned vest you may want to match it with a simpler skirt so it does not become too overwhelming. And if you'd also like a patterned skirt, we can look into finding you another solid top that may go well with it. Variety is always good to have in one's wardrobe."
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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 3:33:50 GMT -8
Iulia nods along as she continues to look through a few more pages of designs.
“I’d like there to be enough room for me to run without getting too tripped up in the skirts. There will probably be a lot of running in this job. I like the idea of the solid colors for the skirts to keep the vest as the conversation piece.”
In her head, the freshly minted Investigator ticks off the items she will be buying today. The waistcoat, three skirts...
“Could I also order two plain white blouses? I’m afraid my old ones are far out of style, and getting a bit threadbare in the elbows.” Iulia taps her left elbow as if to emphasize this last point.
It had been far too easy to lose track of time, Iulia realized, conscious of the fact that she had spent the better part of the afternoon with Raelyn in her shop. The sun was already setting, and only a sparse handful of people walked by outside on the streets. Iulia hoped that she hadn’t taken the pleasant seamstress away from better paying customers.
“The last two things I need are two pairs of boots and some neckties. Would you happen know a cobbler who is as, hm, understanding of Isra’s Finest as you seem to be?”
Iulia gives the tailor a friendly wink.
“Thank you again for being able to work with my budget. You’ve definitely got a lifelong customer 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 May 26, 2019 20:08:09 GMT -8
Raelyn smiled pleasantly at that. She valued a regular customer far more than a one-off customer that just came for a quick stitch up. If there was a chance to have someone lovely like Ms.Iotapa stop by on a regular basis, it was not only profitable, but also benefited the soul.
"Of course! I understand how it is. I'm of the belief everyone should be able to wear whatever makes them the most comfortable. If for you, this is it, I am happy to provide you with it." She mused at that before she began to think about her other question. "...Unfortunately though, I don't think I can be much help in the cobbler quest. I only just moved to this city recently so I haven't had a chance to really check out the area as much as I'd like. But I will definitely keep an eye out and point you in the right direction if I see anything." She said as she made a few more notes in her book.
"The white blouses and the neck ties I will handle for you with no issue." Raelyn looked over Iulia's shoulder to see the sky darkening slowly as the sun sank lower in the sky. "I'll just need your measurements and I'll be ready to get started. We can do them today or wait until the next time we meet to get them done, depending upon your rush." She offered with a smile, sitting up.
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Fiona Blythe
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 25
Physical Description: ==================================================
Quite attractive, which is quite the benefit of her public profession. High cheek bones, a sharp jawline and thin nose, soft cheeks, and a stunning outlook about her.
Her eyes are a warm green, and her skin on the paler side, but it is hard to tell if it's natural or just well applied makeup until closer inspection. Her hair drops down past her shoulders, and a dark, aged timber brown.
Catching one's eye is her goal, afterall.
She is of medium height and wonderfully maintained build, toned but soft where it matters.
Clothes and Equipment: ==================================================
In public, she can be seen wearing expensive dresses, low cut at the front, and perfectly tailored. As well as her modest jewellery, she wears a specific broach worn by those of her profession, the silver dove of the working women's union, a group of independant whores and escorts.
During her more clandestine dealings however, she wears an incognito set of clothes, featuring a tight pair of dark green greaves, soft and comfy boots that reach up her shins, a basic white shirt, a dark red vest with a handful of pockets, and a dark green hooded cloak that matches her greaves. On top of this, she wears a belt with plenty of pouches to carry her tools of the trade. Finally, a dark maroon scarf is worn over her pale features to hide her identity.
For weaponry, she carries a pair of knives, hidden away for her own protection, however she has also been seen with a seemingly basic bow from time to time. On her belt, however, she hides a small hand-crossbow, and just enough bolts to get her out of a tight spot.
Her tool belt contains many tricks of the trade, including lockpicks, a glass cutter, smoke bombs for a quick get away, and even a handful of stink bombs.
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 23:02:23 GMT -8
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Jan 24, 2020 22:24:55 GMT -8
The Needle and Thread had been in Fiona's list for a good long while as a place to stock up, but as soon as her good friend Robert had mentioned and recommended it, it jumped straight to the top of her list. A good thing too, as she had need for a new dress. Not for any special occasion, but after converting the bedroom of her work apartment into wardrobe, she had felt it was far too empty to call it such. To the shops she goes!
Though a cold day, she wears a wonderful red dress that hugs her form splendidly, decorated with golden stitching that makes up a bouquet of flowers across the dress' mid section, and under her furry winter coat her shoulders stand bare. Even in the winter one can't ignore the call to fashion, and not when one has to keep up appearances like the wonderful Fiona Blythe. Even her hair and makeup are masterfully maintained, so much so it somes makes people wonder how long she takes to get it just right. The truth is not long, but her methods remain a secret to all, even her dear friend and business partner Yelan.
She finally finds the shop and steps up into the front door, and opens it with a fluid grace. "Hello?" She asks as she steps in and removes her coat, finding herself quite warm indoors. She finds a peg for it quickly and hangs it up, intent on being a little while. She isn't the type to scout and leave. "My name is Fiona Blythe, I'm looking for Raelyn?" She asks as she approaches the counter with a warm smile.
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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 Jan 24, 2020 22:53:24 GMT -8
Raelyn had been in the midst of organizing and tucking away the new shipment of threads she'd just had delivered when she heard the bell chime signaling the arrival of a client. Things had been going rather well, clients regularly coming in and requesting items. A good influx of publicity with every item she crafted, more and more people coming by to request her services. It was a bit overwhelming at times- it almost felt like she was the only tailor in the city- but she enjoyed the work, and she mostly enjoyed the clients- those who weren't too fussy that is.
At the greeting she quickly tucked away the rest of the threads, making sure to keep them tidy and color-coordinated before she rose from behind the counter, a warm welcoming smile already on her face as she dusted off her hands and her apron. "Well, you've found her, dear heart." She hummed as she turned around, flicking her silvery curls back out of her face. She paused for a moment taking in the beautiful woman standing in her shop before her eyes softened with warmth as she came around the counter to offer her a hand to shake. "Miss Blythe, was it?" She asked her violet eyes glimmering slightly.
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Fiona Blythe
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 25
Physical Description: ==================================================
Quite attractive, which is quite the benefit of her public profession. High cheek bones, a sharp jawline and thin nose, soft cheeks, and a stunning outlook about her.
Her eyes are a warm green, and her skin on the paler side, but it is hard to tell if it's natural or just well applied makeup until closer inspection. Her hair drops down past her shoulders, and a dark, aged timber brown.
Catching one's eye is her goal, afterall.
She is of medium height and wonderfully maintained build, toned but soft where it matters.
Clothes and Equipment: ==================================================
In public, she can be seen wearing expensive dresses, low cut at the front, and perfectly tailored. As well as her modest jewellery, she wears a specific broach worn by those of her profession, the silver dove of the working women's union, a group of independant whores and escorts.
During her more clandestine dealings however, she wears an incognito set of clothes, featuring a tight pair of dark green greaves, soft and comfy boots that reach up her shins, a basic white shirt, a dark red vest with a handful of pockets, and a dark green hooded cloak that matches her greaves. On top of this, she wears a belt with plenty of pouches to carry her tools of the trade. Finally, a dark maroon scarf is worn over her pale features to hide her identity.
For weaponry, she carries a pair of knives, hidden away for her own protection, however she has also been seen with a seemingly basic bow from time to time. On her belt, however, she hides a small hand-crossbow, and just enough bolts to get her out of a tight spot.
Her tool belt contains many tricks of the trade, including lockpicks, a glass cutter, smoke bombs for a quick get away, and even a handful of stink bombs.
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 23:02:23 GMT -8
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Jan 24, 2020 23:10:42 GMT -8
Fiona is internally delighted find that Raelyn is herself quite a looker, but then again she always found Robert to be quite handsome. Good looks must run in the family.
She smiles warmly and takes Raelyn's hand, her own being soft and just firm enough in her shake, but then she lifts the woman's hand and plants a small kiss on the top of her hand. "I must admit, I wasn't warned of your beauty, miss Raelyn," she says as she lets go. "I will have to have words with your cousin about this. Oh, and just Fiona is fine." She drops into a little courtsey to finish off her introduction.
"Unless I'm mistaken about your cousin bring Robert Fletcher," she says as she stands up straight again. "A dear friend of mine, he recommended your tailoring skills, and after seeing your work, I am greatly impressed. I just have to have my own." Her smile beams between her ruby lips, turning up the charm just a touch. "If you have the time, of course. I can come back whenever it's more convenient for you, my lady." She noticed how some of the materials had been left by the wayside, fresh and uncut. It didn't take a genius to notice that a delivery must have just come in, and even though she hadn't spent any time working such a trade, even she understood how annoying it must be to have it sit for an extended period of time.
Still, she remained hopeful, keeping her beautiful blue eyes trained on Raelyn's. She felt it almost unfair how well the Fletcher genetics seemed to carry but… well, who is she to judge?
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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 Jan 25, 2020 19:48:34 GMT -8
Raelyn was a bit startled to say the least when Fiona pressed a kiss to the top of her hand, the tops of her cheekbones turning slightly rosy as she drew her hand back slowly, cradling it to her chest. The familiarity wasn't something she was exactly used to, but then, city folk always tended to be on the more eccentric side. When Fiona continued to compliment her- both on her appearance and skills though, her cheeks only darkened as she let out a soft cough turning away for a moment to take a deep breath. She wasn't typically easily flustered- she'd had several men attempt the same that this Fiona was and she'd merely dismissed them with a chuckle and a towel whip to those that were stubborn.
Raelyn cleared her throat, apologizing softly, murmuring something about having something stuck in her throat as she gathered herself before she turned back to Fiona with a gentle smile. " You've got quite the silver-tongue, sweetheart." She said simply, chuckling softly as she stepped back and gestured to a small couch and a coffee table. "But I always have time, depending on what it is you would like made for you. I'd be happy to make you something- would you care to take a seat? I can make us some tea while we have a consultation." She offered, already moving to the kettle she had on some warming crystals that kept the water boiling. On the coffee table already were some freshly made blueberry scones, carefully stacked inside a glass container for ease of access.
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Fiona Blythe
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 25
Physical Description: ==================================================
Quite attractive, which is quite the benefit of her public profession. High cheek bones, a sharp jawline and thin nose, soft cheeks, and a stunning outlook about her.
Her eyes are a warm green, and her skin on the paler side, but it is hard to tell if it's natural or just well applied makeup until closer inspection. Her hair drops down past her shoulders, and a dark, aged timber brown.
Catching one's eye is her goal, afterall.
She is of medium height and wonderfully maintained build, toned but soft where it matters.
Clothes and Equipment: ==================================================
In public, she can be seen wearing expensive dresses, low cut at the front, and perfectly tailored. As well as her modest jewellery, she wears a specific broach worn by those of her profession, the silver dove of the working women's union, a group of independant whores and escorts.
During her more clandestine dealings however, she wears an incognito set of clothes, featuring a tight pair of dark green greaves, soft and comfy boots that reach up her shins, a basic white shirt, a dark red vest with a handful of pockets, and a dark green hooded cloak that matches her greaves. On top of this, she wears a belt with plenty of pouches to carry her tools of the trade. Finally, a dark maroon scarf is worn over her pale features to hide her identity.
For weaponry, she carries a pair of knives, hidden away for her own protection, however she has also been seen with a seemingly basic bow from time to time. On her belt, however, she hides a small hand-crossbow, and just enough bolts to get her out of a tight spot.
Her tool belt contains many tricks of the trade, including lockpicks, a glass cutter, smoke bombs for a quick get away, and even a handful of stink bombs.
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 23:02:23 GMT -8
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Jan 26, 2020 17:24:50 GMT -8
Fiona had always delighted in flustering other women, and to see Raelyn follow in their footsteps brought a certain joy to her heart. Yep, she still has it! It had become something of a sport to Fiona, and had only served to make her even better at her less-than-illustrious job. “A silver tongue comes with the job, Miss Fletcher,” she says with a wide, but warm smile. “Without it, I probably wouldn’t be able to afford the work of such incredible artisans such as yourself. I doubt I’d have any tailored outfits at all without such a skill.” As opposed to her entire wardrobe. It certainly paid to cater to the crowd she does, and it paid even more to steal from them, but she isn’t about to go mentioning that.
As directed, lady Blythe steps over to the coffee table, her heels clacking against the wooden boards of the shop floor, then gathers up her dress around here and sits. One of her long legs slips out of the dress as it crosses over the other, revealing her perfect, somewhat pale skin. “Ah, tea would be wonderful,” she says before she leans over and takes one of the scones. How could she have forgotten breakfast? She picks at it happily, delighting in the taste. “Home made?” she asks. “You are a woman of many talents, Miss Fletcher. I certainly am impressed.”
Of course, on to matters of business. “As for what I’d like?” she muses. “Well, I am open to suggestions. I’ve seen your work, as I mentioned, and I’d love to give you as much creative freedom as I can. I’d like something I can work and be comfortable in, something that will draw the eye of everyone in the room and to give them a small taste, but leave the hungry eyes wanting more.”
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