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 Apr 23, 2019 18:12:52 GMT -8
The charge of electricity was not unnoticed and, unlike many who she might have used it upon, not entirely unfamiliar to the vampire. He was unperturbed by the sensation yet dutifully he released the woman before him. She was a being of ample powers, he realized. He'd hate to have to prove that he was as well. Just when he thought the storm had passed, however, he found it was not only their assailant he had to be concerned about. Where had his meek, servile apprentice gone? All he saw before him was a riled spitfire, and he felt the stares of partygoers as her tone raised, aggression clear in her voice.
"Enough, both of you." Volkh insisted, voice leaden with the weight of almost supernatural command. "Unless you seek to draw the attention of the lovely lords and ladies. Or, more aptly, the guards. " he added pointedly. "There appears to be here a misunderstanding. We do not know who you are, not before this moment nor during it as you've yet to so much as introduce yourself. Perhaps it may be more productive if you explained yourself."
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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 May 16, 2019 18:29:15 GMT -8
Amaya’s lip twitched slightly-whether from amusement or annoyance it was hard to tell- at her lookalike’s demand and the lack of response from the other man when she shocked him. Usually that would garner at least a bit of a yelp- maybe she’d held back too much? The amusement was more for her lookalike. She hadn’t really noticed their height difference until this moment. Likely the trouble with trying to mimic someone’s appearance. It made her wonder if when she was younger she looked that silly yelling at her father.
It would explain why he always dismissed her with a chuckle and ruffled up her hair.
The thought made her calm a fraction though the annoyance resurged when the man proceeded to tell her to quiet-her father didn’t even have much luck with that. She didn’t like how this man spoke to her like he knew better than her. And he certainly was not nearly as silly yelling up at her like the lookalike. It took a concerted effort not to snarl at him again but her lip did curl in distaste as she glared at him, static electricity charging the air.
“You are treading on very thin ice, Sir. I’d take care not to crack it if I were you.” She growled under her breath, her eyes glowing rather ominously. Gritting her teeth to reign in the demon that was itching to be set loose on him she pinned him with a glare. “And fine. I’ll humor you with an ‘explanation’.” She huffed out of her nose, folding her arms over her chest looking from the girl to the man.
“My name is Amaya Thundra. Only daughter of Lisanna the Fair Flower of Gylan and Ixydraynael the Endless Storm-a Prince of Hell. One that likely won’t be pleased to hear of this masquerade gone awry.” She grit out, drumming her fingers against her upper arm.
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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 May 20, 2019 16:44:06 GMT -8
Natasa was shaken by Volkh's command, mouth snapping shut no sooner than he had spoken. She grasped the folds of her dress and looked down, making herself small. She did peek upward to look at Amaya, watching her anger brim. It was like looking in a mirror.
As soon as she introduced herself, Natasa's eyes widened. A prince of... Hell? What in the world did that mean? And why was she threatening them with it?
"... weren't you concerned that it was your father that sent us?" she asked meekly, but venomously.
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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 May 24, 2019 4:25:49 GMT -8
"I was originally, and then I realized he wouldn't have done something so stupid. Or sent such a half baked copy. As well as we are getting along at the moment and I doubt he'd want to ruin over some idiotic scheme." She said firmly looking at Natasa, her arms still folded. Her wings flexed and stretched the anger in her gut making them a bit twitchy.
"You clearly have demon blood in you. That much is obvious. So why don't you tell me the truth about who you are and who sired you. I'd rather not take the trip down if we can avoid it."
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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 May 27, 2019 17:56:13 GMT -8
"You assume much if you think you can just stamp your feet and demand answers of us, regardless of your father's position." the vampire lord replied coldly. "It explains the churlish behavior you've thus far displayed, however. You must excuse us." With that, the vampire placed a hand on his apprentice's shoulder, seeking to terminate the conversation as abruptly as the crash that had started it. Yet, as Natasa squeaked out a weak protest he ceased. He could force the conversation to end, he supposed, but she did seem determined to know something about the woman. Indeed, he too was curious, although her attitude had quickly soured his mood. At this point he'd feel more at ease viewing her in a vial than in a casual conversation. Acquiescing, he motioned for her to continue.
"It seems Natasa wishes to speak to you on her own terms. Perhaps you should follow her example."
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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 May 27, 2019 18:04:36 GMT -8
Relieved that Volkh would allow her to stay and speak, at least until she had answers, Natasa stepped forward. This woman's anger did not scare her, not after the horrors she had experienced in the vampire's castle. If anything, it only sparked her own.
"I was raised by human parents!" she told her. "In a human village! I never looked like this until some creature killed everyone and left me with a curse. That's what we thought it was this whole time. Are you telling me that there's something else? That I'm... a demon? I can't believe that. I've lived as a human my entire life. I'm the one who needs answers here!"
The flames from her cursed wound flared upwards, the nails on her hands growing as she argued.
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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 May 27, 2019 22:39:20 GMT -8
Amaya grit her teeth, glaring daggers at the man- she hated calling upon her father but dropping him into the Nether was extremely tempting at the moment. Spending some time there did wonders for an attitude. She was a testament to that. "I will not tell you again not to speak with me in that way, you ass." She said, flashing her canines at him again.
The half-demon was distracted from menacing the vampire- and mentally planning how to best disembowel him- as the young woman started shouting at her again. Her eyes panned downwards as she took in the flaring would and the lengthening talons. She was quiet for some time as her mind turned over what had transpired. Despite her misgivings- and her reluctance to accept the words of the man as truth- it would appear that their resemblance was merely a coincidence. Especially with that bit of information and the 'cursed' aspects of her person. It was a lot how she had appeared when...
Amaya pursed her lips before she exhaled heavily through her nose, reaching up to rub her temple. Again her temper had gotten her into a rather uncomfortable situation. And now she was left with the task of diffusing it.
"...You lived as a human but you are not one-" She started bluntly as she turned her gaze on the young woman. Her gaze and attitude finally softened somewhat as the reality of the situation set in. At the very least towards the girl- the man she would still love to drop onto some stalagmites from above the cloud layer. But she had some idea of the confusion building in her mind. She owed it to her past self to at least tell her the truth. Someone had to. So she continued, "-at least not fully judging from my nose and eyes. Your 'master' over there- among other things- is clearly malinformed at best and incompetent at worst." She said with another long suffering sigh, folding her arms. "You are a half demon-like I am. Half demon, half human. Unclaimed and incomplete though. You were raised by human parents, yes, likely out of pity, finding a human-like baby. I looked human as well until I came into my heritage when my mother-" Amaya cut off before pressing her lips together. They didn't need to know that much.
She cleared her throat before continuing, reaching forward to lightly tap the old wound "This 'curse' as you say? That's you coming into your heritage. It's typically brought about by a traumatic event. I don't know what happened- but it's more than likely your body was trying to protect you from death and you half emerged to stay alive. Your sire should've taken you down to the Nether and helped you come into yourself. Right now you're stuck in puberty. Being topside, it'll likely take longer and be more painful for you to change..." She trailed off again, looking at her carefully, trying to judge her absorption of the knowledge.
"I am telling you from my experience. You look, smell, and behave just as I did before my father dragged me down. Which is why I responded so strongly. You are like my mimic from years in the past. Those are your answers. Take them as you like or continue to listen to what this dullard tells you." Her wings flexed as if to say she'd laid down all her cards. It was up to her to accept or reject the hand.
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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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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on May 28, 2019 8:21:09 GMT -8
Amaya's barbs went largely ignored. Volkh wasn't in the interest in causing a scene, and now that this creature had learned to settle down and not accost them he wasn't inclined to reignite the argument. The information was new, unprecedented even, but edged with an understanding that this "Amaya" did not know everything about the situation they were in. There was something running beneath the surface here, planted by the one who had assaulted her. Even so, he wasn't particularly eager to engage in further discourse with the would-be demon. Turning his gaze back to Natasa, he waited to see her reaction to the news. After all, strong emotion had thus far proven to be disastrous and he considered how quickly he could render her into unconsciousness with his powers if she were to have a "flare up".
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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 May 28, 2019 14:19:11 GMT -8
Natasa listened with an intensity far beyond the moments of learning she had with Divyna, hanging onto every word like a dying breath. Several things stood out to her as odd.
"Unclaimed?" she inquired. "Incomplete? What's that supposed to mean?" She rose a hand and shook her head. "But... but that's not all that's happening. There's another creature, villages of people, just like me after that monster scorched them! I saw one of them. I'm turning into one of them!"
As she got worked up, just as Volkh predicted, she pressed a hand to her head and winced. The one not yet full grown horn began to push itself out of her skin once more, sending a wave of pain through her skull.
"... I... you're acting like you know everything," she grunted. "But you don't know half of it. I don't even know half of it!"
Tiny spots of blood smeared across her palm and hairline.
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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 May 28, 2019 20:20:12 GMT -8
Amaya grimaced slightly, trying to stifle the urge to tell her she did know most of what was happening. That wasn't really what she needed to hear right now. She didn't need to hear anything right now. What she needed was someone with a better grasp of this to help her. And there was only one person she knew of that could help her at this point. The same one who had helped her.
"...I admit I don't know everything. But what I do know is telling me that I need to remove you from this situation- this plane- now. There might be more to this, several conditions compounding into one mess, but I recognize the symptoms of one. And I can help with at least one- Or rather someone I know can." Amaya said as she reigned in her own aura, not wanting to incite hers any further than necessary. "You have no reason to trust me- and I know you don't by your rejection of what I've said. I wouldn't trust me either, especially with our first impressions. But you need help. More than this world can offer. And the other world is a dangerous, twisted, dark path that cannot be navigated without an experienced hand and a good amount of leverage. I have both." Amaya reached up to slip her hand through her hair looking down at the face that was so like hers it was eerie. "Again it is your decision. I'm merely leaving it up to you to decide."
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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 Jul 11, 2019 14:41:35 GMT -8
As Deidra and Setseng were discussing various international politics and trade agreements and domestic disputes... well it was more than enough for Rudiger's eye lid to begin to droop. Besides, he was promised a drink of some sort, though he doubted what he wanted to imbibe would be suitable for such fine high class company as the two princesses. He was used to the lower orders of drinks, ales, beers, schnapps that went down rougher than a porcupine in a drainage ditch.
But to drink alone was a miserable state, especially at a party. He looked over to their fourth companion, a younger looking man with a noble bearing about him. Perhaps he wouldn't object to an ale or two? He nodded to him, and then at the bar, "Perhaps we ought to leave our companions for a few moments?"
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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 Jul 12, 2019 9:56:57 GMT -8
Kojuro found it difficult to stop thinking about the magic that allowed two women to have a baby, especially as the small talk veered off in a direction that was hard to follow. The Summit had been educational though very dry, and although someone had mentioned drinks earlier, he wasn't sure what the etiquette was about getting them since no servants had come over to offer any. Perhaps Rudiger perceived this sense of cultural unease. “Yes,” he replied, almost too enthusiastically, noticing the direction of his nod. “Thank you.” Getting to his feet and giving a bow to the two ladies he was happy to follow Rudiger's lead.
“You're Lord Rudiger, is that right? I seem to have met a lot of people recently so I hope you won't think it rude if I've made an error.” From what he had seen of Rudiger during the summit he seemed a straight forward person, and was clearly a warrior. There was something about him that reminded Kojuro a little of Akagi, which was no bad thing. When they reached it the bar seemed to contain a lot of different kinds of drinks, most of which Kojuro didn't recognise, but any of which he would be happy to try. “What should we start with?” he asked Rudiger, assuming he would know more about Isran booze than himself.
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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 Jul 17, 2019 18:44:05 GMT -8
Rudiger bowed to the ladies as he stood up as well, "Thank you for your time Setseg, Deidra. Perhaps a chance to talk later Deidra?" before joining Kojuro on the walk over to the bar. Which thankfully since the night was dying down they were practically alone save the last few tipsy souls who were trying one last dash to join someone in the private suits, or morosely trying to soak up the sorrows of spending a night alone.
Settling himself down at the bar, he waved over the bartender, "That is correct sir, and if I'm not mistaken you introduced yourself as Lord Hizashi? And trust me good sir, you're not the only one." Turning to the bartender he ordered, "Two ales, light. Just something easy to set the pace," he turned back to Kojuro, "unless you want to take it at a run sir?"
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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 Jul 19, 2019 12:55:19 GMT -8
Since Rudiger thought it was appropriate to sit at the bar, he did the same, taking a seat next to his new companion. It was much how they did things at some of the lower end sake houses such that he had visited with Yasuke. As this was an event for nobles and suchlike it seemed strange to him, but then, what didn't? Isra was a very mysterious place.
“Two for me, also,” he joked. After a brief moment where Rudiger's phrase translated itself in his mind, he gave a conspiritorial smirk. “What do you have in mind? I want to experience as many of Isra's customs as possible.” He definitely didn't seem averse to the idea of kicking things up a notch. “My cousin Lady Kiri had some drinks that may have come from here at a party once,” he said, looking curiously at Rudiger, wondering if he had heard of such things, “they came in stripes of different colours, in a glass cup, like a view of the sunset. Cocktails I think she said they were called... ?”
While the barman got whatever drinks Rudiger decided upon ordering (in the name of cultural exchange), Kojuro thought it a good moment to engage him in more conversation. “So, you're soon to be the High Lord of Voruta? What is your homeland like? Are all the nobles there warriors like yourself?”
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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 Jul 24, 2019 9:51:18 GMT -8
Rudiger gave a small chuckle at Kojuro's joke, appreciating the wit. Though he had to wave the bartender down to inform him that they did not need four ales in actuality. Luckily he had already filled two of the glasses and was over within a few moments, sliding the two glasses in front of either man. Taking a quick sip of the surprisingly cool and refreshing ale, a notable change from the sweet and bubbly champagne that had been served throughout the night.
"Well Lord Kojuro, I was figuring perhaps a chance to work up to the harder drinks, but if you want to start hitting hard we can certainly do that. And to be quite frank I haven't had much experience with cocktails. Often too expensive for me. But I'm sure we can find something to start with," he looked down to a little mat that was sitting on the bar, noticing it was in fact a cocktail menu.
He had to squint, and slowly lean in until the letters came into focus. As he examined the menu he answered, “Well, I haven’t been to my homeland for many years. In fact I haven’t been crowned yet as the Grand Duke. It was only revealed a few months ago there was an heir to the throne, and that it was I. But they are a martial people, but poor. As a child I learned to ride and fight, and to have far too much pride for my own good. Which got beaten out of me on the road.”
Finally deciding on one, he pointed it out to Kojuro, "A Navy Grog. Two types of rum, two types of citrus, and garnished with mint. How's that suit you?"
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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 Jul 28, 2019 12:16:15 GMT -8
Kojuro looked at the glass of ale with its foamy top and amber colour. They provided it large amounts so he had to imagine that it wasn’t too strong. He lifted his glass and tasted it. “It’s good,” he said, with a single nod. Somewhat savoury tasting, a little bitter, and hardly seemed alcoholic at all. Israns must have large stomachs and larger bladders if they could get drunk on this – how many glasses would you need over an evening?
“Hmm are they expensive?” Kojuro had little idea about how much things cost in relation to each other, and rarely thought about it at all. Such was the privilege of his position. “I didn’t try any at that party, so I probably should now.” He looked down at the menu at what Rudiger was pointing at. “I like citrus and mint, and I have no idea what the rest is, so sure!” he said, undaunted by the unfamiliar names of grog and rum, and relishing the experience.
“Only revealed to everyone, you mean? Or to you as well? Empress Naoki said it was a complicated succession.” He laughed as Rudiger said he got his pride beaten out of him, “Is that because you were making too many errors? As a ‘Knight Errant’? Well, it’s probably a good thing in the end. Prideful rulers seem to rarely be good ones.” He took another sip of the ale.
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