Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Jan 5, 2019 11:56:31 GMT -8
"Because the greatest joys carry the greatest risk of pain." Alden's response is said quietly, simply, and without embellishment. If there was more to the thought he doesn't provide it, which was odd. The man had a terrible habit of over explaining most of his thoughts and emotions, primarily because he was trying hard to understand the way other people worked. Yet for this statement he felt that there was no need to say anything beyond what he did, as though he believed it to be utterly self explanatory.
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Kauri Graves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 262
Age: 26
Physical Description: Kauri has a complexion so pale that she seems to mimic the glow of the moon. Atop her head stands two long, thin coppery horns that seem unnervingly sharp at their tips.
Her eyes are similar to a cat's with a bright yellow iris and a slit pupil. The fingers on her right hand seem shorter and are fixed with long, sturdy claws most useful for climbing.
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Kauri's clothes seem somewhat colorful, sometimes scarce and sometimes superfluous depending on the ever-changing weather of her home. They're always slightly decorative, but sewn and forged with purpose.
She wears small amounts of armor, such as braces, breastplates, and greaves, but they're usually very small and are built more for movement than they are for protection.
She is skilled with a bow and sword, both of which she carries with her consistently. None of her weapons are terribly special, but they're sturdy and well made.
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Allegiances: Isra
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 13:22:51 GMT -8
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Post by Kauri Graves on Jan 9, 2019 11:35:11 GMT -8
Alden spoke before the chimera could even start, giving the demoness the gist of it. With a tiny smile, Kauri put her hand atop Alden's.
"It's just as he says. In the end... I think it's worth it, I really do, because, in the end... the pain really doesn't seem all that bad, you know? Because I think the love might just last so much longer."
The woman surprised herself. She knew little of real romance, was only figuring it out with Alden, so she was reflecting more on hopes than experience, but she felt confident in those words.
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Jan 9, 2019 14:32:41 GMT -8
She looked between them growing silent again as she thought about it before she sighed softly before nodding. "Maybe...Maybe I'm just too young to see it yet.My mother and father are the only ones I think... I've ever loved. And I can't say... Either have gone well. So... maybe with time... And maybe with the right person. But that's far from now I think." She said softly before nodding to them. "Thank you for humoring me. I do hope it turns out to be worth it for you."
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Setseg
Established
Princess of the Tamorjin
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 17
Physical Description: Barely above five feet, Set does not tower, nor does she intimidate. Her face is round with the last bits of baby fat she's yet to grow out of. Though she certainly doesn't miss out on meals, she is only just slim due to some exercise had from horseback riding and training in archery.
Clothes and Equipment: Set wears nothing less than the most extravagant dresses made from fine and expensive cloth and furs.
Allegiances: Tamorjin
Registered: Nov 4, 2018 20:21:02 GMT -8
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Post by Setseg on Jan 9, 2019 19:25:08 GMT -8
Several figures filtered into the dining room and zoomed in on one of the larger tables. They were all leaders of their respective nations and tribes, some of them notable, others not. Leading them to the table was the smallest and youngest of them, the princess Altansetseg. On the way, she was motioning her hands and describing to Kojuro Hizashi how, indeed, two women were to have an heir.
"Well, you see, Lord Kojuro, magic is perhaps the most logical way to come to an actual blood-related heir between two women, either by one briefly becoming a man or adopting a... perhaps second set of tools for the job. There's other such ways for this to happen, of course, but there's one nonmagical way to have an heir between two women. You see, Lord Kojuro, the Tamorjin do not believe in familial succession as much as they do succession from testing strength. Were we simply to adopt- and I am so sorry if this was a rather anticlimactic answer to your question- and raise a strong child, then the child may be chosen as heir."
Waving for a servant to bring drinks, the princess continued on to her guests. "And such is that. Now, gentlemen, how about a drink?"
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Kojuro Hizashi
Dedicated
Lord of Kiyonai
Roleplay posts: 354
Age: 23
Physical Description: Kojuro stands at a little above average height, and a slender, athletic build. His dark brown hair falls to just beneath chin level, and he usually wears it tied back. His eyes are a bright brown colour, so light as to be close to orange. He is usually well but simply dressed, and carries himself with a relaxed air, taking most things in his stride. He has several recently acquired scars, including a sword cut to his left arm which has left him only partial use of that hand, and a another from a sword cut along his jawline on the right side.
Clothes and Equipment: He is normally dressed in conventional attire for his culture and social class. As a lord, his clothing is high quality, though not ostentatious. For everyday wear a simple kosode and hakama, silk courtly robes for official duties, and armour on the battlefield. He prefers greens and blues, though often may be wearing the maroon and gold of the Hizashi clan.
In battle he can be noticed from a distance by the dragonfly crest on his helmet. He also wears a surcoat in Hizashi maroon and gold and a set of lacquered armour bearing the Hizashi clan cherry blossom crest. In battle he is armed with a tachi (long sword) and a tanto (dagger), and also carries a fan to signal orders. He will also be found carrying his swords everywhere, as is usual for samurai.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi, The Hizashi Clan
Player's online availability : For play: Some evenings, GMT. I am not around every day for RP, because life. For chatting/PMs: Most days/eves GMT.
Registered: May 10, 2017 13:44:12 GMT -8
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Post by Kojuro Hizashi on Jan 10, 2019 13:34:03 GMT -8
The Summit had been long, and while educational in many respects, rather dry. He had not forgotten the daughter of the Khan’s promise to tell him all about the secrets of two women having a baby, something that was unknown in Tawakoshi, yet judging by the reactions around the summit table, either it was extremely mundane elsewhere or everyone had an excellent poker face. The fact that Altansetseg had decided not to mention it at the time, made him think that there would be a very intriguing and somewhat sensational explanation to offer, so much so that it could not be voiced in such a formal setting as the Summit. Naturally he was all ears.
He tried not to give away too much of a reaction at how easily she spoke of people changing sex or adding equipment with magic, even though it boggled the mind, reminding him of tales of fox spirits that became human, changing their sex in order to seduce women or men. At the end of her explanation, his serious neutral face gave way to laughter. “You know, just ‘magic’ would have been a sufficient answer,” he replied, knowing that this would be one of the more interesting tales of his travels to take back to Tawakoshi. “Adoption is not uncommon in Tawakoshi either. Though the circumstances are somewhat different."
"A drink does sound like a good idea,” he agreed with a smile.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Jan 11, 2019 19:17:38 GMT -8
Alden cocks his head as Amaya speaks a question almost forming on his lips before he realizes what Amaya was trying to say. She wasn't saying that she hoped humoring her was worth it, she was saying she hoped that his and Kauri's relationship was worth it. That he pieced that together before talking mad him quite happy, he was getting better at this whole human interaction thing.
"I don't think you are that young. I would guess that if you didn't look your age it would actually be in the direction of being older than you appear. As it is I do not think you are much older than either myself or Kauri." Alden points out, since he didn't think her relative youth was the problem. "I believe you may just need more life experience."
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Jan 14, 2019 18:39:51 GMT -8
Rudiger had been exiting the Summit hall somewhat wobbly and unsure with himself after everything that had occurred within the hallowed walls of the room. He was partly relying on Deidra for support when he overheard Altansetseg offering to go into further details with Lord... Kojuro, he thought if he remembered the name correct. He did a little head motion to Deidra to follow after the pair and listened quite interested from the 'peanut gallery' as it were.
His mind went back to some encounter he had had with a rather promiscuous bird woman, and wondered if she had such skills in her arsenal. Then he realized he was quite glad he didn't have an answer to that question.
Chiming in from behind he added, "I would quite enjoy a drink after all that dry discussion. Need to wet the whistle as it were."
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Deidra Nofaló
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 22
Physical Description: She stands at a formidable 178 centimeters and is exceedingly well trained and toned. She has an athletic build that had been nurtured since she began her training as a knight at 7 years old. Her hair is a golden blonde and is usually carefully braided back or twisted in a bun when in combat or training. She has piercing grey eyes that seem to take all of the surroundings and she doesn't have the most approachable outwardly expression.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically carries a long sword and a buckler with her. Built into the pommel of her sword is her family's crest, the winged wolf. This is also mirrored in her more ornate armor which has the wolf's head built into her shoulder and the wings in her elbows and behind her knees. She prefers to wear a lighter set of armor when training and sparring though or when walking around town so she can blend in more easily without being recognized.
Allegiances: Edan
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever I'm awake. *Shrugs*
Registered: Aug 5, 2018 12:12:12 GMT -8
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Post by Deidra Nofaló on Jan 15, 2019 23:05:31 GMT -8
"The only drink you are getting is another glass of water and maybe some juice.It would appear you've had far too much already." Deidra piped up from his side, still supporting him. Despite their size difference, she'd managed to hold her weight and his quite steadily without dipping in the slightest. In heels no less. She'd remained composed the whole walk back, listening to the young princess's explanation. She'd, of course, been educated in such topics but still found it interesting to hear from a different point of view.
It was lucky that Rudiger had wanted to accompany the group departing from The Summit with Altansetseg as Deidra still wanted to discuss what could be done in the form of aid for her. They hadn't really had the chance to properly speak other than for a brief moment. And in the state Rudiger was in, especially without his trusty companion, she wouldn't have been able to leave him be in good conscience if he hadn't wanted to come along.
"A cup of water would be nice for myself though. And I'd still like to talk with you, your highness if you are still interested."
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Kauri Graves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 262
Age: 26
Physical Description: Kauri has a complexion so pale that she seems to mimic the glow of the moon. Atop her head stands two long, thin coppery horns that seem unnervingly sharp at their tips.
Her eyes are similar to a cat's with a bright yellow iris and a slit pupil. The fingers on her right hand seem shorter and are fixed with long, sturdy claws most useful for climbing.
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Kauri's clothes seem somewhat colorful, sometimes scarce and sometimes superfluous depending on the ever-changing weather of her home. They're always slightly decorative, but sewn and forged with purpose.
She wears small amounts of armor, such as braces, breastplates, and greaves, but they're usually very small and are built more for movement than they are for protection.
She is skilled with a bow and sword, both of which she carries with her consistently. None of her weapons are terribly special, but they're sturdy and well made.
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Allegiances: Isra
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 13:22:51 GMT -8
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Post by Kauri Graves on Jan 19, 2019 17:36:31 GMT -8
"That does change things," Kauri added. "I'm sure you've experienced quite a few things already in your travels. There's always more to learn, however. There's always more to learn. Just give it time. It's not something to stress about, you know? It comes about naturally."
Looking up, Kauri spotted the Empress at her table, then prodded Alden. "We should go and say hello to Naoki, don't you think? I'm sure she wouldn't be happy with us if we didn't even greet her at her own party."
Smiling, the chimera felt a warm feeling build up from her stomach as she looked back at Amaya. "Thank you. I do hope so too. I hope we get to speak again, and soon. We live in Isra, so as long as you're here, you'll find us."
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Setseg
Established
Princess of the Tamorjin
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 17
Physical Description: Barely above five feet, Set does not tower, nor does she intimidate. Her face is round with the last bits of baby fat she's yet to grow out of. Though she certainly doesn't miss out on meals, she is only just slim due to some exercise had from horseback riding and training in archery.
Clothes and Equipment: Set wears nothing less than the most extravagant dresses made from fine and expensive cloth and furs.
Allegiances: Tamorjin
Registered: Nov 4, 2018 20:21:02 GMT -8
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Post by Setseg on Jan 19, 2019 17:43:49 GMT -8
"Is it, now? Speaking of Tawakoshi-" the Tamorjin princess asked Kojuro. She smiled at Deidra and mouthed to her that they would convene at another time to speak about these things. Somewhere more private.
"Lord Kojuro, I have noticed something rather interesting about the representatives of Tawakoshi and my own people. Perhaps you've noticed it?" She looked to Deidra and Rudiger. "Or have either of you? I do not expect you to have been studying us very closely, though I feel that the similarities are quite stark, even among a room such as this."
She waved for a servant, asking for a bottle of wine and some water to be delivered.
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Natasa Waltine
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 17
Physical Description: Natasa is a small young woman with a face that makes her seem younger than she already is. Though much of her hair is brown at the ends, its streaked heavily with white.
Like her hair, her brown eyes are also being invaded by blue splotches, looking much like a failed paint mixture.
Atop her head, one horn curls up from her temple to the back of her head around her ear, and another has only just broken through the skin.
Registered: Jan 5, 2018 19:09:24 GMT -8
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Post by Natasa Waltine on Jan 19, 2019 21:31:49 GMT -8
After the meeting with the empress, Natasa asked for them to go back to the dining tent. She looked away from Volkh any chance she had and was doing her best to keep her mind from him. The blood he had given her was wearing off, and this otherworldly urge she had for him was beginning to overtake her mind. She needed a distraction. Food. Wine. Could she drink enough to make her thoughts meander away from how much she wanted him? From the things her body was craving?
Taking in a sharp breath she stomped through the dining tent, arms crossed, chin tucked into her neck, eyes down to the floor. It was so much worse every time she felt it again. Gods, why? Of all the beasts, why did Volkh have to be a vampire?
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Lord Mykola Volkh
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
Has a magical sword that has layer upon layer of powerful enchantments to increase durability to survive the full force of his blows. When it bites into flesh it absorbs blood, fueling and healing its wielder.
Has three rings, one of which lets him teleport within the confines of his castle. The second provides some protection from sunlight, giving him a few precious moments to retreat into darkness. The third lets him detect intruders and activate his defenses within his castle, even when away.
When grasping the end of his cloak it becomes hard, allowing him to use it as a shield.
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Registered: Jan 5, 2018 17:01:37 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Jan 23, 2019 8:59:56 GMT -8
He himself had asked similar questions, long, long ago. Yet, now he merely drifted alongside his apprentice, aware that this would be their last stop of the night. Unlike others, he could not risk breaking his curfew, lest he need to return to the Castle in a much less regal form.
"Eat your fill." he told her calmly. "We will return after this." he noticed, subtly, her increase in heartrate. The warmth she produced, and her fleeting glances he doubted she even noticed she was giving. The blood he had given her no doubt had worn off. It simply wasn't a feasible, long-term solution. He considered ways in which he might increase the potency in the future, but for now he had to ignore her schoolgirl interests. He also couldn't help but wonder just how far he could allow his powers to bring her without attempting to solve them. An interesting test.
Frankly the excuse of the sun was a refreshing one. There was only so much interaction he was prepared to tolerate in an evening. It felt as if even having the one apprentice was pushing his social energy.
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Jan 23, 2019 11:37:18 GMT -8
Amaya smiled warmly at Kauri-her first friend!- and nodded as she took her hand and gave it a fond squeeze. "The next time I stop in Isra, I will make sure to track you down to say hello. And I must thank you again for your company tonight. You really have made my night." She said sincerely as she stood up. Her plate was already pretty much finished and she wanted to head back to the buffet tables to see what manner of sweets they had.
"I hope you have a good rest of your night. And if you ever need me, whether for a storm or anything of that sort, don't hesitate to call. I may hear it." She said. Though her tone was light, her words were completely serious. They had helped her and given her a lot to think about. If they needed her aid and she could provide it, she would supply it to them. She gave them both a bow before she turned from the table and began to walk away.
She, unfortunately, didn't get very far before someone walked directly into her. Amaya gave a bit of a yelp as she landed on her rear, dropping her plate, the ceramic cracking down the middle. Normally, she would have easily caught herself but wearing heels as she was, balance was already a feat. She groaned softly as she rubbed her bum looking a bit ruffled. “Ouch…”
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Natasa Waltine
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 17
Physical Description: Natasa is a small young woman with a face that makes her seem younger than she already is. Though much of her hair is brown at the ends, its streaked heavily with white.
Like her hair, her brown eyes are also being invaded by blue splotches, looking much like a failed paint mixture.
Atop her head, one horn curls up from her temple to the back of her head around her ear, and another has only just broken through the skin.
Registered: Jan 5, 2018 19:09:24 GMT -8
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Post by Natasa Waltine on Jan 23, 2019 13:30:01 GMT -8
In the midst of searching madly for a distraction, Natasa found one smashing right into her. She stumbled backward, barely catching her hand on a chair to slow her landing. Though frazzled, she hit the ground much softer than the stranger in front of her. She looked up, wonder who... put a mirror...?
She blinked once.
Twice.
Thrice, in a flurry.
Finally, she wiped her eyes with her hands, wondering if she had rattled her vision in the fall. The person in front of her certainly wasn't a mirror image, but then why did she look exactly the same? Sure, her horns were much more developed than her own, and she had these ghastly things on her back, those wings.
The girl's expression soured, brow wrinkling, jaw slung open.
"Who... who are you?"
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Lord Mykola Volkh
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
Has a magical sword that has layer upon layer of powerful enchantments to increase durability to survive the full force of his blows. When it bites into flesh it absorbs blood, fueling and healing its wielder.
Has three rings, one of which lets him teleport within the confines of his castle. The second provides some protection from sunlight, giving him a few precious moments to retreat into darkness. The third lets him detect intruders and activate his defenses within his castle, even when away.
When grasping the end of his cloak it becomes hard, allowing him to use it as a shield.
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Registered: Jan 5, 2018 17:01:37 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Feb 7, 2019 20:30:37 GMT -8
When Natasa impacted a fellow partygoer, Volkh immediately reacted, aiming to catch her before she hit the floor. What he saw, however, stalled him, missing him his opportunity. Before them the creature she had bumbled into still sat upon the ground, naturally taken aback by the assault on her person. This being bared a remarkable resemblance to the very woman who had clashed with them, and for an instant he suspected it maybe be some polymorpher, or a doppelganger. Yet even as he stepped forward offering a hand, cold as marble, to help her up he noted the distinct differences. Wings, for one. Although they seemed cleverly disguised, he could feel the blood running through millions of minuscule veins.
Reaching his other hand out for his own apprentice he would, if they accepted, pull them both to their feet once more. Failing that, he seemed content to merely wait. Once the two stood once again, he noted another marked contrast: While Natasa was a petite slip of a girl, this stranger who wore her face was taller. More muscular. He suspected she had grown up in a more privileged manner to afford the intake of food that would require, but he decided his theories were best saved after apologies.
"Forgive my Apprentice, she was so dazzled by the beauty of such an affair she could not help herself." he began, glassed, crimson eyes focused on the new woman before him. "Please, allow us to attempt a less abrasive greeting. I am the Lord Mykola Volkh, resident of Castle Volkh. This is my apprentice, Natasa Waltine."
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Feb 8, 2019 19:43:50 GMT -8
Amaya had been rather focused on wincing and rubbing her rump and wing- the delicate bones seemed to be intact, but it still hurt something fierce. She shifted slightly and pulled her wing up, still not looking at the stranger until she heard the derisive voice speak up demanding to know who she was. Immediately her spine straightened and she went on guard. That tone was a familiar one to her. It was one that typically proceeded stones being hurled at her and pitchforks being sharpened.
She took a deep breath to keep herself calm- a storm indoors really wouldn't help matters- not yet at least. Then she schooled her face into a mollifying smile as she looked up, her introduction on the tip of her tongue, but the words never made the leap from her lips. What she was looking at... Didn't make sense at all. It was like looking into the mirror of herself when she was years younger. Their features were shockingly similar, even without her being able to see herself and this stranger.
Her lips parted in utter confusion as her golden eyes scanned over the girl in front of her. She felt someone drawing nearer to her and gesture, distantly hearing him introduce himself and the girl, but her sole focus was on the girl in front of her. Her attention was unnerving as she stared at her, her mind meanwhile running a thousand miles an hour trying to figure out how this was possible. Was her father toying with her maybe? Or some old vendetta she wasn't aware of resurfacing? She didn't think she'd done anything worthy of having an imposter. So it was her father? Castle Volkh did sound like a place that could be hidden in the Netherworld.
Amaya moved swiftly, crouching in front of her mirror image and seizing her by chin , turning her face to the sides, looking for some kind of seam to a mask. "I'm unfamiliar with what that might be. And I don't particularly care." She said, looking at the other man with the strange aura. What kind of beings had her father enlisted? "What I want to know is, why are you dressed with my face? Papa ought to know better than to mess with me in this way. I suggest you drop the act now before I lose my temper." Her eyes flashed briefly a threatening golden as her grip on the dooplergangers' face increased.
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Natasa Waltine
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 17
Physical Description: Natasa is a small young woman with a face that makes her seem younger than she already is. Though much of her hair is brown at the ends, its streaked heavily with white.
Like her hair, her brown eyes are also being invaded by blue splotches, looking much like a failed paint mixture.
Atop her head, one horn curls up from her temple to the back of her head around her ear, and another has only just broken through the skin.
Registered: Jan 5, 2018 19:09:24 GMT -8
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Post by Natasa Waltine on Feb 11, 2019 18:49:46 GMT -8
After taking Volkh's hand to help herself up, she tried to give a small curtsey. She was rather frazzled, however, and even more so when her winged doppelganger threatened them. Her mouth hung open for a moment as she grounded herself, hands curling into fists.
Before she could say a word, the woman's fingers tightened on her face. Natasa squirmed but found the woman's grip stony and unrelenting. With a growl, she raised her hands to grip Amaya's wrists, trying to pry her hand off of her.
"What are you doing! Let go!" she complained. "You're the one with my face! My father never even mentioned a sister!"
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Lord Mykola Volkh
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
Has a magical sword that has layer upon layer of powerful enchantments to increase durability to survive the full force of his blows. When it bites into flesh it absorbs blood, fueling and healing its wielder.
Has three rings, one of which lets him teleport within the confines of his castle. The second provides some protection from sunlight, giving him a few precious moments to retreat into darkness. The third lets him detect intruders and activate his defenses within his castle, even when away.
When grasping the end of his cloak it becomes hard, allowing him to use it as a shield.
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Registered: Jan 5, 2018 17:01:37 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Feb 12, 2019 22:25:28 GMT -8
With both women on their feet, Volkh was looking forward to receiving some kind of explanation to this supernatural mixup. Why would this stranger share such a close resemblance? Yet, it seemed he wasn't the only one interested in the answer. And, most importantly, he was not the first to act upon it. Before so much as an introduction Amaya had seized his apprentice's face and began inspecting it roughly.
With a flurry of movement it was Amaya's own wrist that was grappled next. The cold, firm hand that the vampire wrapped around the thunder demon's wrist was like a vice, and with immense strength he pressed his strength into an attempt to remove it, forcibly from Natasa's face only to realize with chagrin that such a thing was outside even his overwhelming power. The cape on Natasa's back began to flutter with the force of his effort, as his eyes bored into their assailant's.
"I suggest you release my companion." his voice was low, cold, but easily heard above the oblivious din of their fellows as they moved about the dining room. The threat he posed, he was quickly realizing, was not so potent as he'd have liked but it was still pregnant with unpleasant possibilities. "I'm not sure who your father is, girl, but he would have done well to teach you not to make a scene at the most powerful overworld Empress' party if you're anticipating friendly relations. I call the guards and we deal with this unpleasantly, or you keep your hands to yourself and we discuss this like civilized beings."
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Feb 16, 2019 19:05:30 GMT -8
Amaya gave a thunderous glare at the 'man' as he gripped her wrist and tried to resist the urge to snarl at him. In the distance outside, there was the distance rumble of thunder as Amaya's anger began to flare. Either the creature was an idiot for proceeding to infuriate her, or he really didn't know who she or her father was. But again- that did not explain the creature that wore her face. But unfortunately, he had a good point. She couldn't apprehend the two of them without causing such a scene to arise in the dining tent that other may become involved. Like her recently made friends sitting just a bit away.
It was will no small amount of reluctance did she release the girl's chin, and allowed the man to pull her hand away. "Count yourself lucky that we are in a crowd. Otherwise this would have gone very differently." She said before letting a warning charge of electricity race down her arm into his hand to get him to remove his grip from her. "We are not done though. You will tell me who exactly you are and why you are wearing my face."
The hostility in her voice was not something that was common, but she was angry. The fact that someone might be using her appearance to do... well- whatever it was that they were doing was infuriating. She had enough trouble trying to show that she wasn't dangerous. If someone else was going around with her face, undoing everything she tried to do...
And what she'd mentioned before... sisters? That couldn't be possible. Her father would have mentioned something as important as her having other family.
...Right?
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Natasa Waltine
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 17
Physical Description: Natasa is a small young woman with a face that makes her seem younger than she already is. Though much of her hair is brown at the ends, its streaked heavily with white.
Like her hair, her brown eyes are also being invaded by blue splotches, looking much like a failed paint mixture.
Atop her head, one horn curls up from her temple to the back of her head around her ear, and another has only just broken through the skin.
Registered: Jan 5, 2018 19:09:24 GMT -8
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Post by Natasa Waltine on Feb 28, 2019 17:50:57 GMT -8
Natasa scurried away from her lookalike, somewhat out of fear, but mostly to keep herself from going at her throat. The rage building up inside of her was burning up in her stomach, moving up through her chest, into her throat. She moved in toward Volkh, pressing her back into him while holding her neck.
"I am not wearing your face," she growled. Lightly, noticeable only if one was paying attention, there was a hint of something inhuman, something dark, accompanying her voice. "My name is Natasa Waltine. I come from a small village. My parents are-" She paused, expression wrinkling up as she scrambled for words. "Were. Farmers. I was a stable girl. I'm an apprentice to my Lord now."
Defiantly, she took a step forward. "Now it's your turn!"
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