Zavius Blackbriar
Established
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 20:46:03 GMT -8
Zavius' dark eyes eventually fell upon the blue-horned traveler, easily spotting her as she approached in the distance, walking along the road. He remained still and deathly quiet as she passed, only moving when she had passed. He alighted from the high branch with all the grace of a black panther, crouching low as he landed on two feet to soften the landing. He walked along silently parallel to the road through the quiet woods, staying just out of Kali's sight until he was only a few paces away.
She had decided to rest under another older oak tree within the forest, and she would only get a little less than a minute's reprieve before Zavius walked out from behind the tree, circling the trunk of the sentinel she sat under from behind. He drew his dagger, twirling the blade once before gripping it and looking down at the lone traveler.
As the rogue's eyes fell upon her, a shark-like grin crept across his face.
"What do we have here? A lone traveler? How lucky I am..." Zavius said, seeming pleased with himself, "Let's make this easy, shall we? Just give me anything of value that you have and you can be on your way."
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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 21:33:48 GMT -8
Kali'xena couldn't say she hadn't seen it coming. There had been many possible dangers she would face on her travels, and it was nearly impossible to tell which ones would become a reality. The fear of any negative outcomes to any decisions she could make would have completely crippled her in the past, especially as a child with no idea what was happening, or why. But now, it was almost too much effort to feign the shock of the man sticking her up for what few and valuable possessions she held.
Kali'xena turned her head and glanced up at the man with a long, calm stare. She was more interested in what his eyes had to say than anything else about him. So far, the Av' felt that she didn't need to be afraid of him. "I'm afraid there's nothing here for you, sir. You might have better luck with somebody else. Perhaps you would like to be on your way, now." Kali'xena almost regretted the all-too confident response that slipped from her lips so casually; she was so used to speaking to her clients in such a way. The mysteriously persuasive and aloof facade always kept them coming back for more.
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Zavius Blackbriar
Established
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 27, 2019 10:40:12 GMT -8
The rogue's senses were sharper than she thought, honed to an unnatural edge. As Kali'Xena told him one thing, his senses told him an entirely different story. He could hear the metallic sound of something scraping against cloth underneath her clothing as she looked up at him, and as she spoke he listened to her heartbeat...
She seemed to be somewhat new to traveling alone, her naivety was already showing. In response to what she said, he didn't give up or walk away as she had hoped, he simply laughed, "Did you think I would take your word for it? You must be new to this then," he said derision, "That's not how it works. I'll give you one more chance, how about you take off that hood, and cape."
Zavius noted to himself that he was more lenient than he was normally, usually he would have his knife at her throat already. He figured this woman was just a bit inexperienced with how brutal and unforgiving the outside world was though, he couldn't remember a time where he wasn't constantly aware of the fragility of his own life, and that of others he took so easily. Perhaps he envied her ignorance because of the weight of those facts of life he lived with, but his eyes betrayed nothing and remained cold to her as he stood over her knife still in hand.
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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 27, 2019 17:16:43 GMT -8
"Whatever it is I carry," heart jumping in her chest, Kali felt flushed and faint. Kali trembled and wished her body wouldn't betray her so. On her feet now, holding onto a dagger hidden in her cloak close to her chest. Although the dagger was merely ceremonial, the thing was still as sharp and deadly as any other blade. It wasn't as though she were in the safety of the caravan, surrounded by loved ones for guidance and protection. It would appear the thief wouldn't be so easily deceived either, as he was able to see right through her. The only bargaining piece for the Champion must not get into the wrong hands. Kali would not let him have it. "It will not be given willingly."
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Elvira Correa
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Physical: 35
Physical Description: Taller than the regular man at an even six foot, with waves of crimson hair flowing down to the small of her back. Her skin, unlike the marble of her sisters, is closer to a porcelain. Her eyes are orange, turning to a deep red when angered. Wisdom and age beyond her appearance can be found in her eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Can be found in a number of garments that accentuates and shows off the body she has grown to fill out so well. Usually some sort of fancy dress with a too-deep v-neck. It helps attract prey.
On her left hip sits a longsword, in the pommel is set a red jewel.
Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Nov 22, 2018 21:11:06 GMT -8
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Post by Elvira Correa on Jan 25, 2020 21:52:48 GMT -8
Elvira had been walking quietly along the dirt path, content with gazing at the stars as she walked along. Sturdy boots were matted with dust and mud, and she had been holding her dress up, to minimize any dirtiness that might find its way onto the fabric. Then she heard a loud thundering crash, her ears twitching at the sudden and violent sound further beyond. Evaporating into a fine mist, out appeared a bat as she took to the sky, flying over to investigate.
The scene was one of carnage, with an overturned carriage and the bodies of dead guardsmen and common ruffians. She had perched upon a sturdy branch to scan it, spying a still-living being among the wreck. She quickly went to ground, transforming back to her normal self as she quickly, clumsily, made her way in a hassle over to the sole survivor of the incident. Crouching beside them, she grazed her hands over his arm, searching him for wounds.
"Sir, are you alright? Sir?"
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Dellion Correa
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 30
Physical Description: Much like the blade he wields, Dellion is tall, refined, and cold. His stern, angular features are set on a square face atop an average but toned frame. His eyes are a pale orange, glinting with a sort of passive, disinterested intelligence. His thick, black hair is neatly parted to the right and kept short, giving him a clean-cut appearance when paired with his clean-shaven face.
Clothes and Equipment: Though in possession of a great many garments and outfits, he can normally be found in a black austere, military-style tunic, a great fur cloak, and plain brown leather gloves.
He wields a finely crafted but rather unassuming longsword, well maintained but subtly marked by the wear of regular use.
Allegiances: N/A
Registered: Jan 24, 2020 12:53:22 GMT -8
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Post by Dellion Correa on Jan 25, 2020 22:18:02 GMT -8
The only reply Elvira received was a half-aware groan as her fingertips grazed along a deep slash in his forearm. In the chaos of the crash it seemed his own blade had cut through the flesh of its owner along his arm and parts of his abdomen. Though his stern, handsome features had been temporarily marred by minor cuts and dirt, the unintended sword wound was of the most pressing concern. He coughed reflexively after a moment, waking himself from the semi-conscious stupor the impact had thrown him into.
"Davian?" he sputtered at the blurry form looming over him, brushing a loose strand of black hair from his face with his good arm. "Stop - cough - stop gawking at me you idiot, obviously I'm not..."
There was an obvious pause of surprise as his vision cleared and the figure hanging over him resolved into focus. He seemed to forget he was in a wrecked carriage for a moment as his eyes took in the strange albeit intriguing woman.
"I, er... - cough - I apologize, my lady," he said, giving her an appraising, half wary look through squinted eyes. "I seem to have been in an accident of some kind, and cut by my own damn blade no less."
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Elvira Correa
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Physical: 35
Physical Description: Taller than the regular man at an even six foot, with waves of crimson hair flowing down to the small of her back. Her skin, unlike the marble of her sisters, is closer to a porcelain. Her eyes are orange, turning to a deep red when angered. Wisdom and age beyond her appearance can be found in her eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Can be found in a number of garments that accentuates and shows off the body she has grown to fill out so well. Usually some sort of fancy dress with a too-deep v-neck. It helps attract prey.
On her left hip sits a longsword, in the pommel is set a red jewel.
Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Nov 22, 2018 21:11:06 GMT -8
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Post by Elvira Correa on Jan 26, 2020 11:08:33 GMT -8
The vampire peered at the open wound, and she felt a pang resound throughout her body. An unrivaled thirst almost overwhelmed her senses when faced with the fountain of blood, but she somehow managed to calm herself down, focusing her eyes on his. She then laughed, as what he said had finally sunk in. Covering her mouth with a hand, it was a vain attempt to stifle her chuckles.
"Accident? This was an ambush, dear sir." She sighed, willing magic to her hand, and grazed her fingers over his wound. Though a scar and dull pain would remain, the worst had passed for the noble.
"I am Elvira. Elvira Correa." She extended her hand towards him, her features uncannily resembling that of a predator cornering their prey. "It is a pleasure to meet you."
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Dellion Correa
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 30
Physical Description: Much like the blade he wields, Dellion is tall, refined, and cold. His stern, angular features are set on a square face atop an average but toned frame. His eyes are a pale orange, glinting with a sort of passive, disinterested intelligence. His thick, black hair is neatly parted to the right and kept short, giving him a clean-cut appearance when paired with his clean-shaven face.
Clothes and Equipment: Though in possession of a great many garments and outfits, he can normally be found in a black austere, military-style tunic, a great fur cloak, and plain brown leather gloves.
He wields a finely crafted but rather unassuming longsword, well maintained but subtly marked by the wear of regular use.
Allegiances: N/A
Registered: Jan 24, 2020 12:53:22 GMT -8
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Post by Dellion Correa on Jan 26, 2020 11:50:26 GMT -8
He remained silent, blinking at the woman a few times before nodding and gently taking the outstretched hand. It was out of politeness more than a genuine need for aid; the stranger's magic had done its job, and as he lifted himself up off of the floor the gouging pain of torn flesh was replaced by the dull ache of musculature that was very much back together.
"Dellion Varasz," he said, running his hands along the length of his tattered tunic in a futile attempt to make himself look more presentable. After a few moments, he abandoned the attempt and met Elvira's hungry gaze. "Eldest scion of House Varasz, and at the moment terribly in your debt.
His eyes wandered around the carnage they stood in for a moment, prompting a quickly stifled grimace.
"If this is indeed the result of an ambush as you say, it isn't safe here, my Lady. There must be somewhere nearby we can seek shelter until a rescue party comes if you were simply out walking the forest road."
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Elvira Correa
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Physical: 35
Physical Description: Taller than the regular man at an even six foot, with waves of crimson hair flowing down to the small of her back. Her skin, unlike the marble of her sisters, is closer to a porcelain. Her eyes are orange, turning to a deep red when angered. Wisdom and age beyond her appearance can be found in her eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Can be found in a number of garments that accentuates and shows off the body she has grown to fill out so well. Usually some sort of fancy dress with a too-deep v-neck. It helps attract prey.
On her left hip sits a longsword, in the pommel is set a red jewel.
Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Nov 22, 2018 21:11:06 GMT -8
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Post by Elvira Correa on Jan 26, 2020 16:03:18 GMT -8
Elvira hauled the man to his feet, helping him brush away the dirt and grass, careful to avoid the scar she had just mended. His comments made her aware of their surroundings, and she blinked as she once again scanned their site. It seems that the blood had a tighter grip than she had originally thought. Nodding, she still made sure the coast was clear.
"I agree, ser, this doesn't seem like the kind of- Oh my!" She exclaimed as four ragged men had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Elvira had retreated, nestling beside Dellion as the men drew their weapons. Chipped axes and worn longswords, but weapons nonetheless.
The leadman had a twisted smile, not helped by the scattering of missing teeth. "Seems we missed some, aye lads?" They loomed closer, sinister intent in their eyes.
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Dellion Correa
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 30
Physical Description: Much like the blade he wields, Dellion is tall, refined, and cold. His stern, angular features are set on a square face atop an average but toned frame. His eyes are a pale orange, glinting with a sort of passive, disinterested intelligence. His thick, black hair is neatly parted to the right and kept short, giving him a clean-cut appearance when paired with his clean-shaven face.
Clothes and Equipment: Though in possession of a great many garments and outfits, he can normally be found in a black austere, military-style tunic, a great fur cloak, and plain brown leather gloves.
He wields a finely crafted but rather unassuming longsword, well maintained but subtly marked by the wear of regular use.
Allegiances: N/A
Registered: Jan 24, 2020 12:53:22 GMT -8
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Post by Dellion Correa on Jan 26, 2020 17:21:13 GMT -8
"I'm sure we can reach an honorable compromise, Gentlemen," Dellion muttered under his breath, cautiously snatching up the longsword at his feet. He turned it over in his hand, observing the dried blood - his blood - that coated the blade. Shaking his head he assumed a defensive posture; as skilled as he was, four on one was hardly an easy fight. He crept forward, eyeing the quartet of bandits for any hints as to their plan of attack; subtle shifts in body language, footing, and so on. Subtly hardly being the nature of the men before him, they all seemed quite ready to leap at him and attack. He tightened his grip on the hilt of his blade, waited for a heartbeat, and then lept with frightening speed towards the leftmost bandit, sending a tight, precise thrust towards the meat of his upper thigh.
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Elvira Correa
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Physical: 35
Physical Description: Taller than the regular man at an even six foot, with waves of crimson hair flowing down to the small of her back. Her skin, unlike the marble of her sisters, is closer to a porcelain. Her eyes are orange, turning to a deep red when angered. Wisdom and age beyond her appearance can be found in her eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Can be found in a number of garments that accentuates and shows off the body she has grown to fill out so well. Usually some sort of fancy dress with a too-deep v-neck. It helps attract prey.
On her left hip sits a longsword, in the pommel is set a red jewel.
Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Nov 22, 2018 21:11:06 GMT -8
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Post by Elvira Correa on Jan 26, 2020 19:01:57 GMT -8
Elvira had drawn her own sword alongside Dellion, assuming a rudimentary stance. She tried to mimic her companion, sending her own blade in a short jab for a bandit's stomach. The man Dellion had struck lurched forward as pain blossomed across his leg, and he howled in agony as it brought him to a kneel, swinging his ax toward Dellion's side, seeking recompense for his injury. The other two bandits had plucked their courage up, starting forward to join the fray.
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Dellion Correa
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 30
Physical Description: Much like the blade he wields, Dellion is tall, refined, and cold. His stern, angular features are set on a square face atop an average but toned frame. His eyes are a pale orange, glinting with a sort of passive, disinterested intelligence. His thick, black hair is neatly parted to the right and kept short, giving him a clean-cut appearance when paired with his clean-shaven face.
Clothes and Equipment: Though in possession of a great many garments and outfits, he can normally be found in a black austere, military-style tunic, a great fur cloak, and plain brown leather gloves.
He wields a finely crafted but rather unassuming longsword, well maintained but subtly marked by the wear of regular use.
Allegiances: N/A
Registered: Jan 24, 2020 12:53:22 GMT -8
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Post by Dellion Correa on Jan 27, 2020 12:22:13 GMT -8
Swiveling on his heel, Dellion brought his knee up to catch the haft of the ax on his shin; painful, certainly, and he stifled a shout as the wooden rod impacted, but it was better than a blade to the gut. More importantly, it bought Elvira the time she needed to run the bandit through, dropping him to the ground a bleeding slump. Staggering back on his bruised shin as the two others rushed forward, he lashed out with an aggressive, wide sweep that would either drive the two back or cut them clean across their guts.
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Elvira Correa
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Physical: 35
Physical Description: Taller than the regular man at an even six foot, with waves of crimson hair flowing down to the small of her back. Her skin, unlike the marble of her sisters, is closer to a porcelain. Her eyes are orange, turning to a deep red when angered. Wisdom and age beyond her appearance can be found in her eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Can be found in a number of garments that accentuates and shows off the body she has grown to fill out so well. Usually some sort of fancy dress with a too-deep v-neck. It helps attract prey.
On her left hip sits a longsword, in the pommel is set a red jewel.
Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Nov 22, 2018 21:11:06 GMT -8
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Post by Elvira Correa on Feb 1, 2020 10:57:45 GMT -8
One dull bandit had caught Dellion's blade across the gut, and he hunched over in his agony, falling to his knees as the mortal wound plucked away at his earthly coil. The other man pivoted, swinging himself away from the blade's arc, and rushed headlong for the noble with a hatchet.
Elvira had gone to the first one's side, goring him with her longsword before hefting them both onto the ground. Though the man was dying, she had been overcome with her thirst, needing to satiate her desires before something drastic happened to the young scion.
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Dellion Correa
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 30
Physical Description: Much like the blade he wields, Dellion is tall, refined, and cold. His stern, angular features are set on a square face atop an average but toned frame. His eyes are a pale orange, glinting with a sort of passive, disinterested intelligence. His thick, black hair is neatly parted to the right and kept short, giving him a clean-cut appearance when paired with his clean-shaven face.
Clothes and Equipment: Though in possession of a great many garments and outfits, he can normally be found in a black austere, military-style tunic, a great fur cloak, and plain brown leather gloves.
He wields a finely crafted but rather unassuming longsword, well maintained but subtly marked by the wear of regular use.
Allegiances: N/A
Registered: Jan 24, 2020 12:53:22 GMT -8
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Post by Dellion Correa on Feb 1, 2020 12:01:53 GMT -8
As Dellion spun to face his newest assailant the hatchet came down across his chest, its bladed edge connecting just enough to tear through his tunic and leave a long - albeit grazing - wound. He cursed, staggering back as he threw a punch that connected squarely on the bandit's jaw, sending him sprawling as Dellion recovered. He clutched his chest as the sharp pain of the shallow cut radiated through his nerves. Knowing inaction would only bring him more injury, the noble leaped toward the downed bandit, longsword sailing home in a great overhead strike.
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Elvira Correa
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Physical: 35
Physical Description: Taller than the regular man at an even six foot, with waves of crimson hair flowing down to the small of her back. Her skin, unlike the marble of her sisters, is closer to a porcelain. Her eyes are orange, turning to a deep red when angered. Wisdom and age beyond her appearance can be found in her eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Can be found in a number of garments that accentuates and shows off the body she has grown to fill out so well. Usually some sort of fancy dress with a too-deep v-neck. It helps attract prey.
On her left hip sits a longsword, in the pommel is set a red jewel.
Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Nov 22, 2018 21:11:06 GMT -8
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Post by Elvira Correa on Feb 4, 2020 20:47:38 GMT -8
Elvira had pried herself away from the neck of the, now, dead bandit. She had taken her forearm across her lips, wiping away any residue before turning. As is turned out, she was just in time to watch Dellion cleave the bandit's skull in two. Rising to her full height, she sheathed her longsword and smoothed the fabrics of her dress. With their foes dead or dying, she had let herself drop her guard. She placed her hand on his newest cut, running her fingers over the length of the wound. Though she had not channeled any magic, only collected what blood had passed onto his chest on the tip of her finger.
"My, my, Sir Varasz, you've gone and done this." A deep pang once again resounded through her when so very close to the scion's veins. Summoning her will, she focused on healing the wound.
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Dellion Correa
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 30
Physical Description: Much like the blade he wields, Dellion is tall, refined, and cold. His stern, angular features are set on a square face atop an average but toned frame. His eyes are a pale orange, glinting with a sort of passive, disinterested intelligence. His thick, black hair is neatly parted to the right and kept short, giving him a clean-cut appearance when paired with his clean-shaven face.
Clothes and Equipment: Though in possession of a great many garments and outfits, he can normally be found in a black austere, military-style tunic, a great fur cloak, and plain brown leather gloves.
He wields a finely crafted but rather unassuming longsword, well maintained but subtly marked by the wear of regular use.
Allegiances: N/A
Registered: Jan 24, 2020 12:53:22 GMT -8
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Post by Dellion Correa on Feb 5, 2020 15:09:06 GMT -8
"I appreciate your willingness to clean up after me," he said with a subdued chuckle, grimacing slightly at the dull pain that ached along the length of his chest now that the wound had been healed. He used the tattered edge of his tunic to wipe the drying blood from his blade before sheathing it and turning to survey the carnage. The nature of the attack was on the list of things to look into later, but for now, he had more pressing concerns. "Have you a place we might take shelter nearby? I don't want to chance an encounter with more of them."
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Elvira Correa
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Physical: 35
Physical Description: Taller than the regular man at an even six foot, with waves of crimson hair flowing down to the small of her back. Her skin, unlike the marble of her sisters, is closer to a porcelain. Her eyes are orange, turning to a deep red when angered. Wisdom and age beyond her appearance can be found in her eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Can be found in a number of garments that accentuates and shows off the body she has grown to fill out so well. Usually some sort of fancy dress with a too-deep v-neck. It helps attract prey.
On her left hip sits a longsword, in the pommel is set a red jewel.
Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Nov 22, 2018 21:11:06 GMT -8
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Post by Elvira Correa on Feb 8, 2020 12:49:27 GMT -8
She turned away from him, quickly, sucking on her blood-soaked index finger as she looked about the woods. While she had just been wandering the country road at the dead of night, it was undeniably true that she had no idea where she was. Though, her orange eyes gave her vision in the black. On the opposite hill, across the road, she spied the outline of a house. A house in disrepair, but it looked like it was sturdy enough. Pulling the finger from her mouth, she pointed at this silhouette.
"Right there. We will shelter there." Elvira started at a brisk pace after her announcement, hefting her skirts so they did not get dirty.
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Dellion Correa
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 30
Physical Description: Much like the blade he wields, Dellion is tall, refined, and cold. His stern, angular features are set on a square face atop an average but toned frame. His eyes are a pale orange, glinting with a sort of passive, disinterested intelligence. His thick, black hair is neatly parted to the right and kept short, giving him a clean-cut appearance when paired with his clean-shaven face.
Clothes and Equipment: Though in possession of a great many garments and outfits, he can normally be found in a black austere, military-style tunic, a great fur cloak, and plain brown leather gloves.
He wields a finely crafted but rather unassuming longsword, well maintained but subtly marked by the wear of regular use.
Allegiances: N/A
Registered: Jan 24, 2020 12:53:22 GMT -8
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Post by Dellion Correa on Feb 29, 2020 10:06:38 GMT -8
Blinking in surprise, caught off guard for a moment at the suddenness of his savior's departure, Dellion nodded though he knew she couldn't see it, and started off after Elvira. He cast the occasional glance at familiar faces that now lay dead in the mud and squalor, but steeled himself against sentimentality in favor of making a quick escape from the scene; there would be time to mourn later. Hand resting on the hilt of his sword, he moved with the red-haired woman up the hill and toward the dilapidated homestead, grimacing as he saw the state of disrepair it was in.
"It's better than nothing, I suppose," he said, pursing his lips as he looked over its facade. "At the very least it will get us out of the open."
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Regal Al'nin Withernorth
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 158
Age: 26
Physical Description: Regal has a lanky profile shaped from a life of hard work but doesn't seem imposing. He is of average height with unkept- moppy-brown hair with pale-skin and green eyes. His base features were soft, and fair however with his time spent as a scout a quiet hardness has imposed its self upon his face, couple this with an un-kept beard and weathering he's become much harder, carved from marble rather than sculpted from clay. His disposition is that of a cautious man long use to the daggers in the dark. He currently only has one eye, his left. He exchanged his right eye to escape a grim fate.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a thick dark green cloak with dark brown blotches scattered around it, with a simple light brown or dark tan tunic and leggings,split by a wide leather belt. The cuffs of his pants and fitted into a snug pair of well-crafted leather boots.
He carries a maple and oak recurve bow with a set of 12 Ash arrows contained in a dark stained leather quiver on his left flank.
On his right flank is a simple blade not much longer than a knife.
He carries a small cloth knapsack as well.*
The only armor he seems to wear is the vambrace on his right arm.
[quick inventory list]["*" denotes items in the knapsack or attached to it with twine]
1x Basic dark green/brown hooded cloak
1x Tan/lightbrown Tunic
1x wide light stained leather belt.
1x tan/brown trousers.
1x pair of finely made shin height boots.
1x dark stained leather vambrace.
1x Maple/oak short composite recurve bow. ( 28" draw @ 80 lbs)
12x Ash-shaft arrows with iron broad head points and goose fetching. ( 275 gr)
1x 6 inch-needle point- steel knife with a leather grip.
1x water sack* (1.5 lt / 50 oz )
1x slice of dried* venison (9 oz)
3x small biscuit like bread loafs.*
1x 50 ft braided rope *
1x flint and steel striker set. *
1x bedroll and blanket. *
1x smaller empty cloth bag with draw string. *
1x letter "Scouting equipment order: Levanius Curio" *
1x broken telescope( on loan atm )
Player's online availability : Fairly often around 1800- 0300 EST.
Registered: May 23, 2015 20:56:09 GMT -8
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Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on Apr 7, 2020 22:03:07 GMT -8
Regal sat idly, watching the clouds roll by on a lovely fall day.
How long had it been? A while he surmised...
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