Tashi
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 20
Physical Description: Though not tall, Tashi has a lean, pear-shaped figure. Her skin has not bronzed like many of those in the steppes, but she is also not startlingly pale, either.
Her black hair is as long as her knees, normally braided or tied in a bun or topknot.
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She has sharp features, and her lips are always turned up gently in a smile.
Clothes and Equipment: Veils, hoods, cowls, and dresses are often part of Tashi's wardrobe. Baggy, but decorative trousers and shirts are worn more often during travel.
Almost permanently on her person are two fans. One is an iron fan, decorated with the pattern of a fierce bull. The other is a razor-edged throwing fan, upon with is a hummingbird.
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Registered: Dec 4, 2018 10:37:49 GMT -8
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Post by Tashi on Jun 14, 2019 12:44:29 GMT -8
"So it is laced," she said, raising a brow at the substance. "But why kill people who want it? They would have less to sell. That does not seem like a good practice. Perhaps there's someone they were trying to kill with it in particular. Perhaps another competitor to your uncle?"
In response to his other question, she snorted. "By stealing it. Clearly, one man does not have so much money."
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Lucan Darksbane
Established
"Who stole my pants?!"
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: 6'2'' A lean 213 lbs very athletic
He is broad shouldered and toned.
His hair is silver and unkempt. He has a very handsome face with a scar over his left eye. His eye is a piercing silver.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are tattered and dirty but upon closer inspection, it has the look of a nobleman's garbs. The only thing he had kept is a pair of silver signet rings that he wears on his neck. He always has some sort of alcohol on him and stays drunk.
Allegiances: To himself and his partner
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 8:20:02 GMT -8
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Post by Lucan Darksbane on Jun 14, 2019 22:26:40 GMT -8
Nods and pulls out the tea "It's cheaper cost more output. They make more from dealers Than the individual that buy." He would stab another bag inspecting it "How about this? We partner up? We are both professionals, well.. You are. We work together, cause some hell." He would drop the blade to the side of the cart and jump down. "Besides... I kinda owe you a new dress." He would smile touching the various tears in it. "And my marks ran." He would off his hand with a smile. "What do you say.. Partner?"
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Xyrix
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 24
Physical Description: 5'7". His hair is long, beyond his stomach, but often hidden by his hat and by being tied up. His face has light scars that frame his hazel eyes along with the massive crows feet. He isn't extremely buff, but fit enough. Somewhat an unremarkable looking man. He wears a shinobi's headband around his wrist.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are that of a peasant. He dresses very humbly and wears traditional geta for his footwear.
He carries rations with him, a considerable amount.
His armaments include a kusarigame (chained sickle) and a shikomizue (cane sword). His cane sword is always in his hand as he pretends to need it to walk.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 16, 2019 0:35:43 GMT -8
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Post by Xyrix on Jun 16, 2019 22:36:39 GMT -8
His ventures were seemingly endless nowadays. From constantly being stationed and waiting around for the tides of war, to seeing as much as he could in Tawakoshi was like night and day. He'd often dreamed about seeing other nations and experiencing how life was in other areas of the world. His thoughts would wander on what the trip overseas would look like and what souls he would sea waving from the depths. These experiences were all that Xyrix had left in his life that gave him any sense of sanity. With all that happened, with all that was gone now... Forward was all he knew.
In this fit of mental static Xyrix found himself in a place he hadn't planned on heading before. An eerie road that seemed to have no end to it. When he turned to look back, the returning path looked the same as what was ahead of him. Was it magic? It didn't matter in the end. He was going to keep moving regardless.
The stone of the road itself seemed dilapidated as if it had faced wear for millennia. Surrounding him was a dense, virtually ethereal thicket that was swallowed by darkness. He couldn't remember if he had arrived here in the morning of if it had always been evening. He tried to narrow his focus to the path ahead.
Something isn't right. I don't feel like I'm alone. He grew paranoid. His hand gripped tight around the hilt of his cane. His sweat felt like magma.
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Xyrix
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 24
Physical Description: 5'7". His hair is long, beyond his stomach, but often hidden by his hat and by being tied up. His face has light scars that frame his hazel eyes along with the massive crows feet. He isn't extremely buff, but fit enough. Somewhat an unremarkable looking man. He wears a shinobi's headband around his wrist.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are that of a peasant. He dresses very humbly and wears traditional geta for his footwear.
He carries rations with him, a considerable amount.
His armaments include a kusarigame (chained sickle) and a shikomizue (cane sword). His cane sword is always in his hand as he pretends to need it to walk.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 16, 2019 0:35:43 GMT -8
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Post by Xyrix on Jun 16, 2019 23:19:45 GMT -8
The young ronin had a keen sense for the abstract and bizarre. This road he had haphazardly discovered carried such an ominous energy about it. He felt fear unlike he had in years. The fear of the unknown, the fear of the incomprehensible. Facing yokai and oni was something he used to fear when his ability first took form. It was the same in mortal battle. You never forget your first bloodshed no matter how many years pass. That incident is something that changes you forever. If you have a soul, that is.
But this was unlike either of those things.
New and unpredictable situations are uncommon in Xyrix's travels. He has seen a many tragedies that life offers even in his few years being a part of it. His heart wasn't stone but it was certainly hardened over the things he'd seen. Anything that could cause discomfort in the warrior was bound to be problematic.
In his well of overthinking a rustling echoed from behind him. In a flash, he branded his blade and took a samurai's stance facing the direction his back was towards.
"Who or whatever you may be, know that I have spilled the blood of legions with my own hands. Hundreds of dread spirits have fallen in my wake. If you wish to test the honesty behind that, I implore you make haste." He spoke calmly, but with ferocity that would make the heavens shake. His eyes stared boldly through into the shadows. His gaze pierced through the darkness and followed the rustling as it shifted. Soon it intensified...
He tightened his grip. His lids stung from the sweat in his brow. It had been a long time since he'd had a true battle, this would be quite the reawakening.
And then, as his heartbeat reached his ears. The spirit of a small rabbit hopped out and looked longingly up at Xyrix. It had beautiful golden symbolism surrounding its ghostly fur. It made a short noise as it hopped towards him, curious. Xyrix froze as he looked down at the creature. He then let out a thunderous fake laugh. "Of course. What the horrors of life have done to my mind."
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Xyrix
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 24
Physical Description: 5'7". His hair is long, beyond his stomach, but often hidden by his hat and by being tied up. His face has light scars that frame his hazel eyes along with the massive crows feet. He isn't extremely buff, but fit enough. Somewhat an unremarkable looking man. He wears a shinobi's headband around his wrist.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are that of a peasant. He dresses very humbly and wears traditional geta for his footwear.
He carries rations with him, a considerable amount.
His armaments include a kusarigame (chained sickle) and a shikomizue (cane sword). His cane sword is always in his hand as he pretends to need it to walk.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 16, 2019 0:35:43 GMT -8
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Post by Xyrix on Jun 17, 2019 0:32:29 GMT -8
Xyrix sheathed his blade and knelt down to extend a hand to the rabbit yokai. It seemed just as lost as he was in a way. It scampered up to sniff his hand and did a small retreating twirl. His motion rang of soft bells and it lit Xyrix's face up. He sat down and crossed his legs so he could pull his travel bag into his lap. He revealed a ration box from his sack and pulled out a couple balls of rice. He bit deep into one of them while setting the other in front of the spirit. It showed a bit of confusion as it danced playfully around the food. The ronin was more than aware that it couldn't particularly devour the rice. It may enjoy the offer and that is what he was aiming for.
As it pranced the rice slowly vanished and the spirit emanated a shine and a cheery ring. It looked happily up towards Xyrix as he finished his small meal and remained a close distance between. It's gleam was that of an opalescent gold. If he could remember correctly, this spirit should bring luck and good tidings, but unfortunately his memory was hazy on the subject. Instead he just sat quietly with the beast and watched it for a good while. A light in the dark was never something to squander.
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Tashi
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 20
Physical Description: Though not tall, Tashi has a lean, pear-shaped figure. Her skin has not bronzed like many of those in the steppes, but she is also not startlingly pale, either.
Her black hair is as long as her knees, normally braided or tied in a bun or topknot.
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She has sharp features, and her lips are always turned up gently in a smile.
Clothes and Equipment: Veils, hoods, cowls, and dresses are often part of Tashi's wardrobe. Baggy, but decorative trousers and shirts are worn more often during travel.
Almost permanently on her person are two fans. One is an iron fan, decorated with the pattern of a fierce bull. The other is a razor-edged throwing fan, upon with is a hummingbird.
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Registered: Dec 4, 2018 10:37:49 GMT -8
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Post by Tashi on Jul 23, 2019 15:13:34 GMT -8
Tashi looked at him with a slowly raised brow. She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. “Well, it’s not as though I will be employed by your uncle anymore,” she told him with a shrug. When she placed her eyes back onto him, there was a tiny smile on her face. “How else will I make some money? And we can show the officials in Isra the laced goods. That might get us a reward. Shall we try?”
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Lucan Darksbane
Established
"Who stole my pants?!"
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: 6'2'' A lean 213 lbs very athletic
He is broad shouldered and toned.
His hair is silver and unkempt. He has a very handsome face with a scar over his left eye. His eye is a piercing silver.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are tattered and dirty but upon closer inspection, it has the look of a nobleman's garbs. The only thing he had kept is a pair of silver signet rings that he wears on his neck. He always has some sort of alcohol on him and stays drunk.
Allegiances: To himself and his partner
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 8:20:02 GMT -8
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Post by Lucan Darksbane on Jul 26, 2019 1:44:11 GMT -8
Lucan would walk over to his broken staff and would kick it. "Perhaps. I have to be disgused however. The gastritis family are well known for their silver hair and silver eyes." He would sigh and obviously slump his shoulders "Have to get a metal staff now. You know of any good smiths?"
He would walk over to the log and with both hands and very little effort he dragged it from the street "The regular products aren't laced. Should fetch a nice price, it's decent stuff too." He would say picking up a leather pack. He would pull out yet another bottle of rum (Seeing as that is really the only thing he has) He would uncork it and take a giant swig.
"Come my new friend! Let's see what trouble we can stir up!" He would say proudly trotting off /clearly/ forgetting that they were going to take the product, with the cart and horse.
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Tashi
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 20
Physical Description: Though not tall, Tashi has a lean, pear-shaped figure. Her skin has not bronzed like many of those in the steppes, but she is also not startlingly pale, either.
Her black hair is as long as her knees, normally braided or tied in a bun or topknot.
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She has sharp features, and her lips are always turned up gently in a smile.
Clothes and Equipment: Veils, hoods, cowls, and dresses are often part of Tashi's wardrobe. Baggy, but decorative trousers and shirts are worn more often during travel.
Almost permanently on her person are two fans. One is an iron fan, decorated with the pattern of a fierce bull. The other is a razor-edged throwing fan, upon with is a hummingbird.
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Registered: Dec 4, 2018 10:37:49 GMT -8
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Post by Tashi on Jul 26, 2019 17:40:07 GMT -8
Tashi did not know of any good smithies. The two weapons she had at her side were good enough, and she took fabulous care of them. Not only that, but she had taken to Isra for a day before accepting a job for a little coin. He should have a better idea than she did!
With a sigh and a roll of her eyes, she watched him walk off. She strode over to the horse and clambered onto its back, taking the stirrups into her hand before urging the horse forward. "It seems we have picked up yet another eccentric friend," she told the animal, letting the smallest laugh escape. Really, how did she keep finding these crazy fellows?
"You must wait for us!" she called ahead, with half a mind to toss one of her fans at him.
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Lucan Darksbane
Established
"Who stole my pants?!"
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: 6'2'' A lean 213 lbs very athletic
He is broad shouldered and toned.
His hair is silver and unkempt. He has a very handsome face with a scar over his left eye. His eye is a piercing silver.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are tattered and dirty but upon closer inspection, it has the look of a nobleman's garbs. The only thing he had kept is a pair of silver signet rings that he wears on his neck. He always has some sort of alcohol on him and stays drunk.
Allegiances: To himself and his partner
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 8:20:02 GMT -8
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Post by Lucan Darksbane on Aug 6, 2019 2:37:34 GMT -8
Lucan would stop mid goofy stride, like a marching band leader. He would turn still on on foot. His face would carry a weird look. "Right!" He would say walking back.over. He would drag the downed guard "He had a mark too. I can't believe I forgot about him." He would say embarrassed. Loading up the man into the cart, he would walk back over to spot where the man was. He would pick up the spear and would take the spearhead off and would toss it. He would inspect the shaft and sigh, it wasn't perfect but it will work. He would climb into the back cart and use the dead guy as a pillow.
A few hours would pass, Lucan would be napping. He would wake up, he would pull out a bottle of rum Mandeville take a swig. He would hold out the bottle for her "So tell me. What is a pretty girl like you hunting nere do wells like me?" He'd ask out of curiosity.
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Tashi
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 20
Physical Description: Though not tall, Tashi has a lean, pear-shaped figure. Her skin has not bronzed like many of those in the steppes, but she is also not startlingly pale, either.
Her black hair is as long as her knees, normally braided or tied in a bun or topknot.
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She has sharp features, and her lips are always turned up gently in a smile.
Clothes and Equipment: Veils, hoods, cowls, and dresses are often part of Tashi's wardrobe. Baggy, but decorative trousers and shirts are worn more often during travel.
Almost permanently on her person are two fans. One is an iron fan, decorated with the pattern of a fierce bull. The other is a razor-edged throwing fan, upon with is a hummingbird.
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Registered: Dec 4, 2018 10:37:49 GMT -8
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Post by Tashi on Aug 12, 2019 20:17:37 GMT -8
Was it possible for one's eyes to roll hard enough that they popped out? Tashi thought it must be so, as this was her third time within ten minutes and she could feel the strain already! This man did not seem to have a care in the world and did as he pleased. At least he was asleep now, giving her a chance to rest her nerves.
For those few hours, she relaxed, legs crossed, back to the boxes stacked behind her on the wagon. Despite her lax posture, her eyes and ears were sharp, her legs ready to spring. Now and again, if the bounty hunter were listening, he would hear Tashi whispering, as though having a conversation with someone who wasn't there. It abruptly stopped as she heard him stir.
Pushing the bottle away with a sneer and a playful scoff, she said, "Looking for money! I am in a new land, and my coin does not convert well here. I am good at fighting, and the people here are not so familiar with my style, so it has not been difficult." She took a shrug. "Disappointingly. Until you came along, that is."
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Lucan Darksbane
Established
"Who stole my pants?!"
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: 6'2'' A lean 213 lbs very athletic
He is broad shouldered and toned.
His hair is silver and unkempt. He has a very handsome face with a scar over his left eye. His eye is a piercing silver.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are tattered and dirty but upon closer inspection, it has the look of a nobleman's garbs. The only thing he had kept is a pair of silver signet rings that he wears on his neck. He always has some sort of alcohol on him and stays drunk.
Allegiances: To himself and his partner
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 8:20:02 GMT -8
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Post by Lucan Darksbane on Aug 12, 2019 21:41:19 GMT -8
He would drunkenly fall into the carts seat behind her... Almost falling off the wagon in the process. He would brush his silver hair out of his eyes. A charming smile crept up on his face and he would wave his hand dismissively "Oh admit it. You had fun" He winked at her, even though she faced the other way. "Besides, could be the start to a beautiful partnership!" He teased her "Well.. To be fair, both our styles are a bit different compared to most of these blighters in these parts. I trained with a drunken Master from Qu Ying, never gave me his name though, apparently monks from his monastery inherit titles and give up their names." He would shrug and take a huge gulp from the rum. His face became deathly serious for a moment "He saved my life..." His voice was surprisingly sober and remained flat as the horrors of that night flashed before his eyes.
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Tashi
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 20
Physical Description: Though not tall, Tashi has a lean, pear-shaped figure. Her skin has not bronzed like many of those in the steppes, but she is also not startlingly pale, either.
Her black hair is as long as her knees, normally braided or tied in a bun or topknot.
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She has sharp features, and her lips are always turned up gently in a smile.
Clothes and Equipment: Veils, hoods, cowls, and dresses are often part of Tashi's wardrobe. Baggy, but decorative trousers and shirts are worn more often during travel.
Almost permanently on her person are two fans. One is an iron fan, decorated with the pattern of a fierce bull. The other is a razor-edged throwing fan, upon with is a hummingbird.
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Registered: Dec 4, 2018 10:37:49 GMT -8
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Post by Tashi on Sept 7, 2019 12:27:22 GMT -8
"Well, someone ha to look out for you drunkards. It makes sense that it would be another drunkard," she joked. The sudden sober tone certainly did take her attention, but she paid it no mind just yet. "I have not yet traveled to this QuYing, but I have heard it spoken by many traders and sailors. It will be my next destination once I depart from the mainland."
"I did notice that you mention monks. We have such things in Toragana as well. What are yours like? Do they all stumble around with too much to drink, as you do?"
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Lucan Darksbane
Established
"Who stole my pants?!"
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: 6'2'' A lean 213 lbs very athletic
He is broad shouldered and toned.
His hair is silver and unkempt. He has a very handsome face with a scar over his left eye. His eye is a piercing silver.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are tattered and dirty but upon closer inspection, it has the look of a nobleman's garbs. The only thing he had kept is a pair of silver signet rings that he wears on his neck. He always has some sort of alcohol on him and stays drunk.
Allegiances: To himself and his partner
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 8:20:02 GMT -8
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Post by Lucan Darksbane on Sept 7, 2019 16:52:29 GMT -8
Lucan would stand in the carriage covering the body with a wool blanket " Wouldn't know, He traveled like I did." He said slipping into the front "Honestly the drunkard thing is just and act." He said taking a swig of rum "WHile I do drink /A LOT/ It's more just for show, the art of the drunken master its all about misdirection and confusion, a perfect style for a drunk." He would slide next to her on the cart and hold up his hand, for a moment his hand started to practically smoke white, "It takes time but alcohol for us acts as a source of our Ki. It allows for quick movements and process yet sloppy attacks." He smiled and shrugged "Truth his after all I drinking I do I have a very high tolerance for it." He laughed and leaned back in thought. "From what I was told however Quying monks train everyday, all day, but they never fight." He put his finger up "To beget violence we must understand violence." He said in a mocking tone "My master did not agree with that so he left, wanted to help people, yanno?" He took another swig of his rum "Plus being a drunken monk is taboo among Quying monks all discipline, no fun!"
He looked over "So what about you? Where did you learn?" He would lean in VERY close and poke a fan of hers with interest "Wasn't expecting fans when we fought, then again I met and assassin with a sword in an umbrella." He mused
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Tashi
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 20
Physical Description: Though not tall, Tashi has a lean, pear-shaped figure. Her skin has not bronzed like many of those in the steppes, but she is also not startlingly pale, either.
Her black hair is as long as her knees, normally braided or tied in a bun or topknot.
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She has sharp features, and her lips are always turned up gently in a smile.
Clothes and Equipment: Veils, hoods, cowls, and dresses are often part of Tashi's wardrobe. Baggy, but decorative trousers and shirts are worn more often during travel.
Almost permanently on her person are two fans. One is an iron fan, decorated with the pattern of a fierce bull. The other is a razor-edged throwing fan, upon with is a hummingbird.
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Registered: Dec 4, 2018 10:37:49 GMT -8
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Post by Tashi on Sept 11, 2019 20:17:13 GMT -8
Training every day, pacifist, it all sounded rather familiar, though also a few differences. There were a few key details he missed that were important to the monks of her home, but they would come to that another time.
She leaned her hips away from him as he attempted to touch the fans. She released the reins with one hand and smacked at his. "No touching. You will smudge them," she huffed. "I was not taught by anyone. I learned all on my own."
It was a lie, but well disguised. She couldn't very well tell the boy she learned with the help of...
She turned to look over Lucan's shoulder, then rolled her eyes. "Perhaps that is why my style also seems... unusual. My mother certainly did not wish for her daughter to become a mercenary who strayed outside the walls of Mabet."
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Lucan Darksbane
Established
"Who stole my pants?!"
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: 6'2'' A lean 213 lbs very athletic
He is broad shouldered and toned.
His hair is silver and unkempt. He has a very handsome face with a scar over his left eye. His eye is a piercing silver.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are tattered and dirty but upon closer inspection, it has the look of a nobleman's garbs. The only thing he had kept is a pair of silver signet rings that he wears on his neck. He always has some sort of alcohol on him and stays drunk.
Allegiances: To himself and his partner
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 8:20:02 GMT -8
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Post by Lucan Darksbane on Sept 12, 2019 5:34:55 GMT -8
Lucan huffed and frowned she wiggled away, he gave her a drunken look of disappointment. He would snap his head forward, intent on watching the road his mind still focusing on poking the fans.
"Your own style eh?" He gave her a side glance "A girl after my own heart." He teased.
"Itll be a while till the next town." He looked around, at the trees "Let's stop for a second." He said pointing at a clear ing head "Need to make a new staff maybe oak this time." He looked her over "Do you have a knife, don't carry one myself. Only a staff and alcohol!" He would cackle,he would the fish in his bag for a bit pulling out bread and dried jerky meat "Here, I can't have you fainting from hunger now can I?" He smiled ever so sweetly holding out the food.
"No.. I'd suspect a mother wouldn't. Mine certainly didn't want me to have any training with weapons "We are merchants, not mercenaries." She'd say, now look at me." He shrugged "Life is funny that way I suppose." He tilted his head looking side ways at her "Do you believe me? Do you think me innocent?" His mouth twitched "Or is it a way to strike at me some other time? If it's true.. Just know many others have tired.... And failed." He would eye her over "but none were as beautiful as you are, might actually catch me off guard."
"Mabet? Can't say I've been there. But then again when I was younger the traveling I did with my father I was admittedly... Drunk."
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Tashi
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 20
Physical Description: Though not tall, Tashi has a lean, pear-shaped figure. Her skin has not bronzed like many of those in the steppes, but she is also not startlingly pale, either.
Her black hair is as long as her knees, normally braided or tied in a bun or topknot.
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She has sharp features, and her lips are always turned up gently in a smile.
Clothes and Equipment: Veils, hoods, cowls, and dresses are often part of Tashi's wardrobe. Baggy, but decorative trousers and shirts are worn more often during travel.
Almost permanently on her person are two fans. One is an iron fan, decorated with the pattern of a fierce bull. The other is a razor-edged throwing fan, upon with is a hummingbird.
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Registered: Dec 4, 2018 10:37:49 GMT -8
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Post by Tashi on Sept 16, 2019 8:16:50 GMT -8
"It has hardly been a long time, but I cannot expect foreigners to be as resilient," she teased as she drew the horse to a half.
From her belt, she flipped out a small skinning knife and tossed it to him. knowing he would catch it even if he wasn't looking. The fans were nice, but only for combat. For everything else, they were cumbersome and difficult to use.
Taking the meat, she made some small bites, much like a mouse. "I do not know yet, though you do not think twice about killing men. You might try to kill me when my back is turned, or I might try to do the same as you. Neither of us knows for sure. You realize this?" she asked. She certainly didn't imagine for a moment that he truly trusted her when they had only just met. "My beauty often does that. You were not so entranced. Perhaps I am not your type." She laughed.
"Mabet does not allow foreigners in. The Teng only deal with Teng. The valley is only there for our people. You wouldn't have been able to visit in your life to this point."
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Lucan Darksbane
Established
"Who stole my pants?!"
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: 6'2'' A lean 213 lbs very athletic
He is broad shouldered and toned.
His hair is silver and unkempt. He has a very handsome face with a scar over his left eye. His eye is a piercing silver.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are tattered and dirty but upon closer inspection, it has the look of a nobleman's garbs. The only thing he had kept is a pair of silver signet rings that he wears on his neck. He always has some sort of alcohol on him and stays drunk.
Allegiances: To himself and his partner
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 8:20:02 GMT -8
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Post by Lucan Darksbane on Sept 16, 2019 21:14:51 GMT -8
Lucan scoffed as the flopped out of the carriage, he would look around at the trees, he would turn back and smile "You are a woman who knows her way around a battle" He pointed out with a cheeky smirk. He would look her over for a moment, and turn back to a tree. In an instance noticeable switch he became completely sober and would began his ascent up the tree quite effortlessly jumping from limb to limb like a feline animal, he was a good way up, about 60 feet up when a resounding Aha echoed from the tree tops. A few moments later branches would start falling from the sky, large ones and small one. Suddenly a almost perfectly straight one would com flying down and would stick into the loamy soft dirt.
Lucan would come flying down swinging limb to limb now looking like a monkey, he would pause just above the cart and flip upside down and wink at her playfully "True, I could very well kill you, but like I said, you're not my mark. I have no reason too." He would point to the corpse in the back "Unlike that smell barbarian there." He would flip off the branch landing just beside the branch that was a good 4 feet taller than him. Kicking it onto his shoulder he would rejoin her by sitting next to her once more. He would look behind grabbing and old blade from the dead man and would quite artfully begin whittling his new staff "Ah Mabet sounds.. Interesting. Cant say I blame them outsiders bring trouble." He would say as he worked.
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Tashi
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 20
Physical Description: Though not tall, Tashi has a lean, pear-shaped figure. Her skin has not bronzed like many of those in the steppes, but she is also not startlingly pale, either.
Her black hair is as long as her knees, normally braided or tied in a bun or topknot.
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She has sharp features, and her lips are always turned up gently in a smile.
Clothes and Equipment: Veils, hoods, cowls, and dresses are often part of Tashi's wardrobe. Baggy, but decorative trousers and shirts are worn more often during travel.
Almost permanently on her person are two fans. One is an iron fan, decorated with the pattern of a fierce bull. The other is a razor-edged throwing fan, upon with is a hummingbird.
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Registered: Dec 4, 2018 10:37:49 GMT -8
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Post by Tashi on Sept 24, 2019 6:30:52 GMT -8
"I could believe that and lower my guard. Or I can choose not to, and nothing comes of it anyway. I have only just met you, and this is the safer option, no?" She gave him a shrug.
She watched as he retrieved the branch like the little monkey he was. The man was quite amusing; she had to give him that.
"You certainly are right," she said as he got back on the cart. She gave him a sly smile. "Outsiders like you are nothing but trouble. Thankfully, I am different. I will not let trouble scare me into a corner like the rest of the Teng."
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Zavius Blackbriar
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Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 26
Physical Description: Zavius seems rather normal at first glance, with unkempt long and spiky black hair and a short beard along his jawline. His most striking feature on his face would be the long scar running downwards across his eye, ending in the middle of his cheek.
He is six feet tall even, with a well-conditioned build, similar to a soldier’s after a long tour of duty. Often times, he will seem travel-worn as he often does travel, giving him an overall rather ragged look.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zavius will often be seen wearing clothing meant for comfort, travel, and practicality. Often appearing as a proper vagabond he usually wears a set of worn-in leather armor, all of which is tinted a midnight black. Over this, he usually wears a black cloak, which does well to conceal most of his form, except for the similarly black leather boots he wears on his feet. Sheathed at his belt is a dagger, an eight-inch long double-edged blade that tapers to a point made of steel. It has a black leather handle and a rather plain round metal pommel.
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Registered: Nov 29, 2017 17:31:40 GMT -8
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Post by Zavius Blackbriar on Nov 11, 2019 9:17:36 GMT -8
The soft orange glow of dawn peeked over the horizon, shimmering upon soft blankets of snow that coated leafless branches and the forest floor below. As the sun began continued its ascent, so too did the forest begin stirring to life as small bits of snow plopped onto the ground, the warmness of the sun disturbing their rest upon the branches. Occasionally, a crow's call could be heard echoing through the pristine white forest, breaking the quiet peace of early winter in the forest.
Then, a small distance off to the side of the lonely forest road, more snow tumbled from the branches as a figure shrouded beneath a thin white blanket stirred awake just as the morning light shone upon his face.
Zavius had taken up refuge in the branches of one of the gnarled old oaks, nestling himself upon one of the thicker branches and tying a rope around his waist to hold himself as he slept. More snow fell as he unwrapped himself from his black cloak, yawning quietly as he did so.
He picked this spot so he could easily observe the road, without being too easy to spot himself. He untied the rope around his waist then, stowing it in his pack before standing up upon his branch.
The rogue first looked to the road, seeing if he could spot anyone traveling along it, or at the very least some fresh tracks on the snow covered ground that could indicate some other activity. He hadn't found any lucrative work in a while, and he wasn't above some highway robbery if the opportunity presented itself.
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Kali'Xena
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Physical Description: Kali'xena has unmistakable, knowing eyes that burn gold. Blue skin with long, wavy blue hair flowing down to her waist, and a pair of curved horns growing vertically. Although she is a tall 5'9", her form is thin and frail, and she is unable to exert herself physically for long, although she still manages to enjoy long walks in the valley.
Clothes and Equipment: She can normally be seen wearing a flowy, pinafore hand-spun and hand-loomed hemp thread dress, and a red-trimmed blue cape. The rest of her ensemble consists of ancient gold jewelry, handed down to the women of her family for a countless generation, depicting a formerly rich heritage.
Allegiances: Av'rae
Registered: Sept 14, 2019 17:27:13 GMT -8
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Post by Kali'Xena on Nov 11, 2019 10:35:48 GMT -8
A blue-horned peregrine figure wrapped in robes stepped gingerly through the snow-covered road, knuckles nearly white with their rigid hold on a sturdy branch. There was a faraway look in her shocking gold eyes as her mind flew over the overwhelming amount of dream messages received as a result of her choosing to leave, with only one sticking out to her the most. Her doting half-sister, to whom she was closest, tearfully tearing up her letter of farewell, and falling into the arms of their mother.
Try as she might to push it away, pangs of regret swelled as it played out, leaving her stomach in knots long after she had awakened. It was far too late to turn back, now, even as much as she wished to wipe away those tears and tell her everything was going to turn out alright in the end. What a silly lie that would have been, and she had always been terrible at telling untruths.
The Av' sighed, thinking it best to have a moment of rest, and and sloppily sunk onto an exposed root of a large tree. It was strange being apart from the tribe, anyhow, as she had never traveled unaccompanied before, always surrounded and being cared for by the family. As much as the revelled in the golden silence of the forest, a part of her missed the neverending sounds of music, chatter, and boisterous laughter. To think how far she had already come by herself was a significant feat by itself, and for that, she felt proud, but already, Kali was beginning to wonder just how long she would last alone.
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