Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 29
Physical Description: Black hair matches a pair of green eyes and well-tanned skin. His hands bear numerous scars from rope burns and large splinters, as do his legs. He is well-muscled, looking more like a dock-worker than a daimyo, but he emphasizes the ability to do personally what he commands others to do. It is not uncommon that he smells of the sea, in fact he tends to bathe in it, using the power of the sea to cleanse his body.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears traditional samurai armor, which has been carefully constructed and enchanted to prevent damage by corrosion or rust in the salty environment he is often found in. His katana has received the same treatment, the handle wrapped in the skin of a monstrous shark, the blade forged from the toughest steel.
Registered: Jun 27, 2016 9:39:02 GMT -8
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Post by Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku on Dec 30, 2018 10:22:05 GMT -8
Akagi looked mildly amused at this turn of events, taking another sip of his drink and grinning at Lord Hizashi. Wuppo was his to control, though Akagi found his simple mannerisms pleasantly charming and on occasion, quite insightful.
"Apologies for the interruption Empress Naoki. Wuppo does not know better, although he means well, does he not Kojuro?"
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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 1, 2019 14:32:48 GMT -8
“I see,” replied Kojuro to Naoki’s explanation of her system of succession. It was more as though she was starting a dynasty than establishing choosing an Emperor every time as a system. That would make things more stable, but then… it did all depend on her making a good choice. “I wish you good fortune in that,” he replied. Then he thought a moment before adding, “there’s a tradition in the Eastern Isles among some warrior families, not to choose the first born son as an heir, but for the lord to choose the son who best suits when it comes time to hand over power. The competition meant that each son would work harder to earn his place. Perhaps you should create a few successors and pick the best one when the time comes. However, a lot of the time the sons did end up murdering each other so… “ his musing on this tradition was interrupted by the arrival of Wuppo, followed closely by an irritated and embarrassed looking young man.
“What is it, Wuppo?” he asked, turning to the ogre. “Excuse me, your majesty,” he said to Naoki. “I think I had better attend to this.” To Akagi, he returned a smile and said, “That’s true. But he wouldn’t interrupt for no reason.”
Kojuro took the notebook from Wuppo and read the message. Then his eyes slid over to who he assumed to be Keph and lingered there a moment. He listened to the ogre’s explanation, and while not catching it all, he understood the sense of it. “It looks like what Keph was trying to say was that he didn’t want to talk to you.” He glanced in a rather accusatory manner at Keph, before turning back to Wuppo. “Wuppo, you did the right thing. It was good to eat nicely, and not smash stuff, and try to talk to people.”
Then it seemed as though Keph had more to say as he wrote in another notebook. Kojuro read it. “Thank you,” he said to Keph, “but we’re not the ones you should be apologising to. I believe Wuppo was only trying to be polite and make small talk with you. He wasn’t aware that you are mute, I assume? And Wuppo can’t read, as you probably noticed. That is probably a good thing considering your message was rather less than polite. He gave the notebook that Wuppo had taken back to Keph. “Write sorry to Wuppo and we’ll say no more about it," he suggested with a smile.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
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Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Jan 10, 2019 21:26:53 GMT -8
Ah. The Empress had been wondering “who brought the ogre,” and this would seem to explain that. Daimyo Kojuro keeps big and strong company. This doesn’t trouble her in the slightest; she waves as if to say, “By all means.”
Keph gets a finger-wiggling wave and a perhaps too-familiar look from The Empress. It’s good to see him here at The Ball, (she wonders if he came for any reason other than the food) and it seems like he’s gotten wrapped up in a wonderful little bit of trouble. The Empress looks on quietly. She would intervene on Keph’s behalf if it were needed, but that seems very much not the case.
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Wuppo
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Physical Description: "The citizens of Tamatoshi Bay would lay eyes on Wuppo, a 10-foot tall ogre, dirty with grime and what was probably dried blood. The giant's black beard was messily braided and twisted into two strands that hung from his chin, and the hair atop his head tied into a somewhat familiar but not entirely correct topknot."
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 3:10:43 GMT -8
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Post by Wuppo on Jan 20, 2019 16:07:27 GMT -8
For a moment, in the back of Wuppo's mind, he thought he might have made some sort of social misstep. Kojuro had gone to no small amount of trouble to make Wuppo as presentable as possible for their foray into the diplomatic world at large. While he wasn't sure why certain things were important (things like not eating with his hands, using a table, taking a bath, not scratching himself at inappropriate times), Wuppo had matched his friend's effort with his own in trying to learn the customs of polite society. The ogre felt as if his friend Kojuro was depending on him to not make all the effort seem like it was completely wasted, and to put what he'd learned to as good of use as possible. Wuppo was somewhat relieved to hear that his efforts to make polite conversation over dinner were recognized, if not well received by Keph.
When Kojuro suggested that the whole situation be made right by a simple note of apology to Wuppo, the ogre looked at Keph with the expectation that he would do so. Back in their homeland of Tawakoshi, Kojuro's word was law. Wuppo had observed it many times first hand. Whatever Kojuro said, people did. Wuppo might not have known why or how it got this way, but he himself did as Kojuro asked because they were friends, and Wuppo had a deeply held faith in him. Wuppo was convinced that Kojuro would do what was right for himself and everyone else around him, and if Kojuro needed Wuppo's help to make that happen, the ogre was all too happy to help. Even if it made no sense to him at the time, Wuppo would do his best to help now and then ask questions later.
It was for this reason that Wuppo looked expectantly at Keph. He would likely have never thought to ask for an apology for himself, and if he did, the odds of him following through to get the apology if the person refused was even less likely. But this was a slightly different situation now. Kojuro had asked for the apology on Wuppo's behalf, and it had never entered Wuppo's mind that Kojuro's influence stopped at the Tawakoshi border. It was simply a given to the ogre's simple way of thinking. The 'Wize Otta' had asked that an apology be written, so of course one must be written. Wuppo didn't need to add anything of his own.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Jan 23, 2019 17:22:49 GMT -8
Keph's mouth went agape, he stared at the stranger in disbelief. He pointed at Wuppo with both hands, before swinging his arms in an exaggerated, almost-theatrical fashion towards his chest and pointed at himself. The young man couldn't believe what he was hearing; all of a sudden he was expected to apologize?! He crossed his arms, stood straight, and shook his head. He took a deep breath, poked his quill into his bottle in a nimble and elegant -- too elegant for Keph --, and then punched the quill onto parchment. He wrote quickly, even quicker than the savant calligrapher tended to write.
"He expects Keph to apologize? An ogre -- a creature that he reminds him has a tendency for violence -- approaches him out of nowhere while he is trying to enjoy himself. Keph assists the creature against his better judgement and it responds to this assistance by overstaying its welcome, incoherently yelling at Keph, and then taking his method of communication without care.
Keph sleeps in trees; he tends to hunt his meals; his evening company tends to be the biting cold, so he'd like to occasionally be able to enjoy a good meal. Imagine if Keph suddenly just stole his voice and ran off after constant attempts to ruin an enjoyable evening -- one of his few.
He can understand if the creature is ignorant, it's an ogre, after all. He doesn't quite understand why this individual decided to take an ogre under its care, but what he does know is he cannot simply let it wander, disrupt others, and then expect them to be in the wrong after they display neglect. Imagine if it were a child: would he just let it wander unsupervised and if it caused havoc blame it on the victim?
Keph will not apologize; Keph was not in the wrong. If he wishes to keep the notebook, keep it."
The young man let out a long-winded breath after the massive wall of letters had been plastered over his backup notebook -- one could almost imagine smoke rising from the script. He flicked his quill onto the paper, splattering a few small dots, and drying the tip of the writing tool, before slipping it back into the bottle.
Catharsis has started creeping up on Keph, but it was stalwartly beaten back. The page the text had been written on was furiously ripped out of the notebook and was held firmly before the foreign noble from the other side of the table.
He would not be treated like a test subject in some noble's odd pet project.
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