Lady Venus
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 169
Age: 6,450
Physical Description: Venus's form changes in perception according to who percieves her. Her true facade is that of an alluring, yet horrifying demon with brown, muddied hair, green eyes and a serpentine tail. With
Clothes and Equipment: Somewhat scantily clad, Venus wears little more than a two piece. Her top would cover barely her midriff, and be strapped around the neck, while the bottom piece would go down to mid-thigh.
Registered: Jan 11, 2018 0:20:50 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Venus on Nov 15, 2018 14:38:52 GMT -8
Perhaps a bit theatrically, Venus sauntered in, in a shimmering, sequin studded red evening dress that clung and wrapped around her curvaceous body, black trails etched into the dress, as the bottom of it, near her feet, exploded forward in a myriad of folds, almost like a rose. Her ebony hair was styled into an up-do, wrapping up, with a lock of her hair curling around the nape of her neck, to sit upon her cleavage. If one were to see her backside, her smooth and taut back was almost utterly exposed, if not for several red straps that seemed to support the dress up. Her plunging v-line, which made it's way to her navel, was covered by a sequined strip of fabric. Rubies and garnets hung from her ears, as gold wrapped itself down her shoulder, almost like veins, wrapping around her wrist and spreading outwards to obscure her fingers and parts of her palm. Whenever Venus lifted her hand, the gold chain links tinkled, connecting the solid gold finger jewelry to her wrist.
With midnight blue eyes she scanned the crowd, her crimson lips quirked up the slightest bit in amusement. The tiny demon didn't escape her notice, but she would inquire about it later. She could feel the ambient magical energy in the room as she sped to claim a seat next to Grandma. She smiled at any who may greet her, her gold-clad fingernail trailing the heads of each chair. Her fingers twitched imperceptibly when she reached Naoki's chair to make her way over, a sensation dusting Naoki's ear, as if Venus caressed it sweetly, but it was simply the intoxicating effects of Venus. Venus made care to avoid stepping on Naoki's tail.
Sliding into her seat, next to Grandma, she closed her eyes, red and black makeup obscuring the otherwise tan lid, as she felt for anything wrong in the room.
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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 Nov 16, 2018 14:22:56 GMT -8
(Addressing Rudiger Dornmauer)
A ghost of a smile curved on her lips and Gundulf gave a relieved sigh. Finally after weeks of tracking and an entire evening of chasing him down, she'd found him. "Come here, you oaf." She grunted as she pulled him into a firm hug as he approached, her strength disproportionate as ever to her apparent size. It was a brief embrace but a warm one as she pulled back to look at him, her heels allowing her to look him directly in the eye.
"I've been looking for you for ages. When you disappeared suddenly at the hands of strangers, I presumed the worst. I certainly didn't expect to find you... Here of all places. Dressed like.... this." She said a tapered brow arching elegantly as she took in his full appearance, her hand making a vague motion towards his form.
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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 Nov 16, 2018 14:39:05 GMT -8
Feeling a touch on her ear, The Empress spins in her seat to snap-point at Venus. “Hey.” Maintaining eye contact for a moment, The Empress delivers her best admonishing look, reminding Venus of the condition on which she is attending The Summit. Behaving herself includes keeping her magic to herself and not arousing anyone any more than she would otherwise parading around in that strumpet-suit.
Turning back to the table, The Empress sighs slightly and shakes her head. She just told off a thousands-of-years-old demon from another plane of existence and there’s another here on the arm of her chair, both of whom are subordinate to her. Sometimes the absurdity of life is overwhelming.
Regardless, it seems like it’s about time to begin. The Empress stands. At this signal, The Sentinels shut the doors, silencing the ambient noise of The Ball as it continues outside.
“Hello everyone, and welcome to The Summit. I’m pleased you all could make it, please sit.”
After waiting a moment, she continues. “Looking around, I see many faces I recognize and some that I do not. As such, before we get started, let’s go around the table, introduce ourselves, and share one thing about ourselves that others here might not know.”
“I’ll start: My name is Empress Naoki, and I’m the Empress of The Isran Empire. Something you might not know about me is that before getting involved in government, I ran a tavern called The Midnight Sun, and before that, I was a vagrant, back in the earliest days of The Free City.”
By the manner in which The Empress was smirking the entire time, one might surmise that these introductions are a tongue-in-cheek joke on her part. However, her expectant look suggests that she expects everyone to participate regardless.
Even though I said to go around the table, don’t worry about the seating arrangement, just post as soon as you can.
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Koitika
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Koitika stands at a meagre 8” tall, no larger than a typical stuffed toy. Her features are quite rounded and cute as well like a toy- even the small bat wings perched on her back contribute to the illusion. Upon first glance, her pastel golden tresses appear to be very curly and bouncy but upon close inspection, her hair is actually a mass of tentacles. She has a rather impassive face, and isn’t overly expressive except in a few instances. Generally her eyes appear closed, but when opened, her eyes are a rich royal purple with pentagrams over her pupils.
Clothes and Equipment: Koitika prefers to wear cute, rather frilly clothes with accessories such as bonnets, necklaces, bracelets etc. She doesn't like wearing the same thing twice- ever. The only constant to her outfit is her precious stuffed bunny. She brings it everywhere with her.
Allegiances: To Naoki
Registered: Oct 11, 2018 13:51:21 GMT -8
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Post by Koitika on Nov 16, 2018 14:56:50 GMT -8
Koitika's head turned from evaluating the other demoness in the room when Naoki began to speak. It would appear she had tired of her skin suit in the time since she had last seen her. The absolute lack of a subtlety was not lost on her and her tentacles whipped around in an irritated manner when she saw her touch her mistress in a familiar manner. It took quite a bit of control not to growl at the demoness as she retreated to her seat at the table. She gave her stuffed companion a squeeze to relax as she listened to Naoki's words.
Introductions seemed rather foolish at an event such as this one, but whatever pleased her mistress she supposed.
She raised her hand to attract the room's attention to her as she cleared her throat adorably; her clear, sweet, high tone somehow easily heard despite her size. "I am Koitika. My lady's personal.... attendant." That was close enough to what her duties entailed. Something you may not know about me..." She trailed off as she considered the question, tilting her head as her tentacles bounced around her face idly, before she came to a satisfactory answer. "Naoki is not the first powerful woman I have serviced." She said simply, deigning that to be enough of an introduction for those present.
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Lady Venus
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 169
Age: 6,450
Physical Description: Venus's form changes in perception according to who percieves her. Her true facade is that of an alluring, yet horrifying demon with brown, muddied hair, green eyes and a serpentine tail. With
Clothes and Equipment: Somewhat scantily clad, Venus wears little more than a two piece. Her top would cover barely her midriff, and be strapped around the neck, while the bottom piece would go down to mid-thigh.
Registered: Jan 11, 2018 0:20:50 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Venus on Nov 16, 2018 16:03:46 GMT -8
Venus thought what could qualify as a 'fun fact' that would qualify as behaving herself. Her lips parted to reveal pure white teeth, straight and firm. Her pink tongue flicked over her lips, wetting them.
"You can call me Venus," she said cooly, her gold finger tapping against the table lightly. "I am a friend of the Empress, and I enjoy collecting gemstones." She decided that keeping it brief would be best, even if it came across as a bit clipped.
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Erik Haldar
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 59
Physical Description: Scarred from battle and with long white hair and beard Erik is marked by life, and his old body is still still very much fit and ready for battle.
Clothes and Equipment: Gold and gems aren't his way of showing off power. Instead you will see him carrying his prized masterwork sword and runed iron ring, the latter which symbolizes the ultimate power in Taingaard. He often wears a fur cape that extends down to his heels, but also adorns himself in plate armor when travelling outside the city walls.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:38:29 GMT -8
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Post by Erik Haldar on Nov 17, 2018 4:32:05 GMT -8
The Summit was more than a small intimate happening and so many people had gathered making this a sprawling event indeed. His attention was turned to the empress who asked for their attention and Erik duly sat down. What was one thing about Erik, that people didn't know? Well no one here knew him so rightly his name could be that one thing - and perhaps even what nation he governed, could be that one thing. Still he wanted to make it so that at least he didn't blend in with the tapestry and cleared his throat.
"I am Erik Haldar, regent of Taingaard - a land located quite far up north." he explained. "In what little sparetime I have I'm a passionate chef and sometimes I even cook for my soldiers." Erik said and smiled deciding to pass on the intitiative to the next one.
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Queen Audrey I von Audria
Established
Supreme Sorceress
Roleplay posts: 45
Age: 30
Physical Description: A beautiful lady with sun-kissed skin, entrancing blue eyes, and a fair complexion with long, flowing crimson hair.
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Clothes and Equipment: An assortment of expensive fashion and attire suitable for a lady of her stature.
Lady Audrey also carries various gems which increase her magical talent, or perhaps help to control it.
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Registered: Sept 25, 2015 14:39:52 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Audrey I von Audria on Nov 17, 2018 5:07:18 GMT -8
At Audrey's turn she stood and spoke with a soft, yet determined voice. "I am Queen Audrey I von Audria, wife of King Konrad I. We are the rulers of the newly-established Kingdom of Audria, a state we formed after the secularization of the Brotherhood. We now face dangers both within our new home and abroad, but we are determined to persevere and rise above these challenges." The lady sat gracefully, with a smile and a nod towards the Empress.
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Lord Waldemar Andreas
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: Middle aged.
Physical Description: Particularly tall at just about seven feet he has wide shoulders and a generally powerful frame of clear patrician nature that makes those who set eyes upon him instinctively feel subservience and want to bend the knee. His hair is a faintly aged silver, his skin a weathered beige and eyes marine. He has a quite well maintained set of whiskers, and a relatively aquiline face.
Clothes and Equipment: Assorted nobleman's trappings. Master-crafted plate, Knightly robes. He carries with him a large one-and-a-half handed sword.
Registered: Feb 1, 2018 17:59:26 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Waldemar Andreas on Nov 17, 2018 9:19:03 GMT -8
Seeing more of the... characters that arrived, Waldemar couldn't help but think he was being colloquially screwed with. This feeling was only amplified as the little routine more suited to recovering alcoholics began. Leisurely he put his plated boots on the table, letting out a thick puff of smoke after his Queen spoke and shrugged. "I'm Waldemar Andreas, and I likes drinking a little too much." He said, thinking of the recovering alcoholics analogy earlier.
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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 Nov 18, 2018 8:10:24 GMT -8
The room had filled with people, some, like the Empress of Isra and Deidra of lands unknown, he had had a chance to speak with briefly, but most were total strangers. Each one, when they entered, was someone with an intriguing story of their own. The girl who sat next to him certainly looked happy to be here. He wasn’t sure who the Tamorjin tribe were and once more felt the weight of his own ignorance (and could almost hear his father’s voice admonishing him for not studying enough before he came) but she was a bright presence among the rather more serious faces of some of the rest.
The Empress had taken a seat opposite the door, exactly where Kojuro had imagined the highest position in the room was, despite the confusingly round table, with her advisors nearby. The strange creature that sat on her arm-rest he imagined to be a spirit of some kind, but found it rather unsettling, even though he couldn’t say why. He tried to ignore the fact that the Audrian, Waldemar, had put his boots on the table. Akagi had said that the Israns were quite forgiving of breaches of etiquette, and anyway, maybe that was not considered as rude here as it would be in Tawakoshi.
At last the Summit was to begin in earnest and Naoki began the introductions. It seemed like a good idea, that everyone should introduce themselves, but the closer it got to Kojuro, the more nervous he became about the idea of standing up on front of everyone and telling them something about himself. What if his mind went completely blank or he said something stupid like “my favourite sweets are manju.” Even if he was an idiot, he didn’t want to look like one in front of these people. It was almost as bad as being asked to recite poetry. While he loved talking to people, being put on the spot in front of an audience of important strangers was not Kojuro’s most favourite thing.
When it came to his turn he stood up, gave a stiff and formal bow as if to equals and then introduced himself. “I am Kojuro Hizashi, Lord of the province of Kiyonai in Tawakoshi, and here on behalf of the Lord Regent and the Imperial Court.” Onto the second part of the request, his tone became less formal, as he smiled and said, “There’s probably not much anyone here does know about me, so,” he took a deep breath. “While I very much enjoy travelling, I have only left my homeland of Tawakoshi once before, and that was to enter a mysterious world full of monsters inside a magical bag owned by an ogre. The people there were not nearly as hospitable as my hosts have been here in Isra.” He gave a small nod to Naoki before he sat down.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Nov 18, 2018 11:26:19 GMT -8
Watching as the room gradually filled up, Grandma took a brief moment to familiarize herself with all present. She recognized a few of those in attendance, but most of the faces here were new to her. There were very few here who were at the previous Summit… How times changed. It seemed Naoki had brought her new demonic assistant, a rather amusing little creature that was likely to disturb some of their guests, but perhaps that was the intention.
A few minutes later and it seemed Naoki was ready to kick things off. Asking everyone to tell something about themselves that others were unlikely to know? Naoki was in quite the playful mood today it seemed.
“I simply go by the name ‘Grandma’, and am the Imperial Vizier of Isra. I am an avid book collector who is willing to go to great lengths to acquire new books or manuscripts I haven’t seen before. On one occasion, I went as far as visiting the sky island nation of Esdara simply to get a look at some of the unique books they possessed in their libraries.”
Deciding she had said more than enough, the old woman ended her introduction there.
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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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The Summit
Nov 18, 2018 17:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku on Nov 18, 2018 17:24:56 GMT -8
Akagi bore a deep hatred for these sorts of greetings, being fully aware that nobody paid attention in them. Still, it would be improper to not participate.
"I am Lord Akagi Zuikaku, ruler of the Quying Province in Tawakoshi." He stated, simple and to the point. Half of them would forget what he said before the next person went anyway.
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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 Nov 18, 2018 20:59:30 GMT -8
The young girl watched every single person as they spoke, eyes upon them with a fierce attentiveness. She found these introductions amusing, and a smart tactic by this Empress to ease the room into the conversation.
When the circle came around to her, she smiled jovially and reintroduced herself. "Princess Altansetseg of the Tamorjin Tribe. We belong to the region called Toragana by all who live there. Though we are still creating a map, it is believed the continent sits east of the mainland. As for me? Well." She tapped her chin for half a second before continuing.
"Perhaps something of interest: I am to be married soon, and to whom it is not determined. I am not as easily impressed as my father, however!"
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Queen Belestrasza Velmerys
Established
Absolute Ruler of the Velmerian Empire
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 35
Physical Description: Queen Velmerys is very haughty and conveys that through her stature and way of dress. Her white hair frames her pale face, usually kept in a high bun.
She is only 5'3", though she often wears high heels. Her eyes are a light blue, nearly as pale as her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: All of the Queen's clothing displays the banner of the Velmerys Imperium. All are black in color, from horse riding gear to a formal event.
She is not in need of any equipment, she has all of the Imperium.
Allegiances: Velmerys Imperium
Player's online availability : Fridays, Weekends
Registered: Jun 11, 2018 7:15:07 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Belestrasza Velmerys on Nov 18, 2018 22:20:15 GMT -8
Belestrasza toyed with the sleeve of her dress, the material felt soft, even through her gloved hands. She glanced at those who spoke, outwardly giving the impression she didn't much care for the different introductions. When it was her turn she spoke clearly, loudly, maybe or maybe not helped with a little manipulation of magic.
"I am Queen Belesrasza Velmerys, of the Velmerys Imperium, far north of here. Most here may not know that the Velmerian royal family is magically inclined, greatly so, and boast longer lifespans because of this gift. My father, Frederick Velmerys, had managed to live over half a millennia."
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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 Nov 19, 2018 9:32:34 GMT -8
Rudiger grunted a bit as Deidra pushed the air out of his lungs in an unexpected hug, but the smile was still plastered on his face. "It's good to see you too," he uttered breathlessly as he gave her a small embrace back. It would've been a big hug as well but she was pinning his arms pretty well at his. When she let go of him he gathered his breath again before complimenting, "You look lovely this evening. A much better fit than this suit."
They were interrupted in their reunion by Empress Naoki starting the introductions, and he nodded back to his seat, "I guess it's time to start." He offered his arm to Deidra to escort her to the seat next to him. Rudiger pulled out the chair next to his, waiting for Deidra to sit before pushing it back into the table.
Resuming his own seat, he cleared his throat before introducing himself, "I am Rudiger Mindaugas of Voruta."
He paused a few moments before realizing he was supposed to share a "fun fact" about himself, "Oh, I was a Knight Errant by occupation."
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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 Nov 19, 2018 10:11:37 GMT -8
Deidra colored slightly at his compliment but only smiled softly as she chuckled softly. The color drained rapidly from her face though as she realized that the doors had been shut and she was to be kept in the summit, probably until the end of the meeting. She'd found her friend but at the cost of revealing who she was. It was with no small amount of hesitation that she took Rudigers' arm and walked over to the table, taking the seat next to him with a soft spoken 'thank you'.
She listened attentively to the other introductions, her brow raised at the small demon's introduction and a smile graced her face as Kojuro introduced himself. It was welcome to see more than one familiar face. As Rudiger introduced himself though, her hands did become tightly folded in her lap, Gundulf biting into her arm to help her keep focused as she took a deep breath realizing it was her turn. She waited a beat before she began, "I am Deidra Nofalo. The crown princess of the human realm of the hidden Isle of Edan..." Another brief pause before she gave a bit of a almost sheepish smile. "I uhm... think that is enough of a fact that most would not know about me." She said, keeping her voice steady and clear for the rest of the nobles to hear.
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Sinipius
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Physical Age: 43 Actual Age: 267
Physical Description: _____________________________________________________________
Sinipius has narrowed and shrewd dark brown eyes. His jaw is square and strong, yet obscured by his thick black facial hair which is kept very well groomed and immaculate through both magical and non-magical applications. Though at first glance Sinipius appears scholarly due to his thick magical robes and intelligent eyes, he is a warrior through and through; standing at six feet three and well built with lean muscle.
Sinipius has numerous tattoos he keeps hidden under his clothing. They have no impact on his magical abilities and are merely cosmetic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Sinipius wears thick robes over black leather armor. The latter of which is enchanted to increase its durability and strength, making it almost as strong as steel.
Strapped to his hip is a slender and sleek claymore decorated with gold etchings and a ruby embedded in the pommel. It, too, is enchanted, but instead of strength, it is made lighter by the magic, yet doesn't sacrifice balance, enabling Sinipius to wield it in a single hand. However, in the case of anti-magic, he is just as competent wielding it in its heavier form.
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Player's online availability : Evenings (US Eastern), Sundays and Mondays
Registered: Jun 11, 2018 13:34:07 GMT -8
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Post by Sinipius on Nov 19, 2018 16:22:53 GMT -8
Sinipius nearly rolled his eyes at the proceedings. Introducing themselves as if they were school children, bah! He for one cared little for it and did have the intention of following completely along with revealing something about himself and sat there with a bored and tired look upon his face. The only interesting thing he had heard was from the old lady that calls herself Grandma. Her position within the Isra court didn't seem unlike his own in the Velmery's one, and he was an avid reader of any ancient texts he could get his hands on, so her claims intrigued him greatly. He made a mental note to make an effort to set up a meeting with the elderly woman.
When it became his turn, he remained sitting, slouched lazily in the chair. "I am Sinipius of Velmerys, and I occasionally advise Queen Belestraza when deemed necessary." He then crossed his arms and raised a curious eyebrow. He was finished.
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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 Nov 19, 2018 17:31:10 GMT -8
Observing from his spot leaning against the wall Alden noted that there were two groups of reactions to Naoki's icebreaker. Those who seemed to find it amusing or interesting and those who just seemed irritated by it. This was not surprising and it told him who in this room would offer up good practice if he decided he wanted to try small talk again.
However, to his mild surprise, eyes turned to him even though he was not seated at the table. He supposed the fact that he obviously wasn't a guard meant they'd deduced he was an attendee even if he was inclined to take a seat. There was an empty one for him near Naoki but old habits die hard and he typically preferred to be ready to move. Especially at an event like this where assassination was a possibility.
"I am High Marshal Alden Marshal." Alden says in his low tenor voice his tone neutral but friendly enough as he offers a slight smile to those gathered. "This is the first time I've been called upon to give an interesting fact about myself so let me think for a moment." If he'd known this was coming he'd have tried to come up with something earlier but such was life.
"Ah, I met my date, Kauri Graves, for this ball when she requested my assistance in rescuing some captured children on her native island. This resulted in me having to slay a massive crystal beast that had been enslaving peoples minds, a giant serpent that lived in a poisonous bog, and nearly killing some kind of avatar of death before a more potent denizen of the island convinced me to let the avatar live in exchange for safe passage off the island for my Kauri's people." He wasn't one hundred percent sure if this qualified as interesting, it wasn't to him, but he understood that most people liked such tales of romance where the male partner slew a beast for his lady. Hopefully, this counted.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 19, 2018 21:32:27 GMT -8
After a hushed, out-of-breath exchange with the sentinels outside, the door opened and Robert stepped in, hurriedly wiping red marks off his face with a handkerchief. He was late! How had he let the time slip away like that? How could he have been so careless?
...of course, he knew exactly what he'd been occupied with and how he'd been so careless. If the Empress had looked at the guest sheet, she too would likely know why he'd been late. Still, it was unprofessional of him. He walked quickly to an empty seat, glancing around the room as the Marshal concluded his introduction. It seemed that they were giving their names, as well as something unusual about themselves. It seemed that he hadn't missed a whole lot, luckily. However, it seemed that it was his time to speak. He grinned at the room, hoping that they wouldn't judge his lateness too harshly.
"Hello, hello. Please excuse my tardiness. I'm Robert Fletcher, Minister of Primary Industry here in Isra. Many of you know me, many more know my Uncle Renalt. As for a fact about myself, um..."
He paused for a moment, counting quickly on his fingers before continuing.
"I have nine uncles, eleven aunts, fourteen great-aunts, twelve great-uncles, thirty-seven cousins, forty-one second cousins, two siblings, and one grandmother within the borders of the Empire alone."
Had he counted them all correctly? He sure hoped so. Last yuletide, he'd miscounted, and neglected to send his Aunt Rin a messenger beetle bearing his good wishes and gifts. She hadn't spoken to him for eight months.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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The Summit
Nov 20, 2018 14:18:18 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Nov 20, 2018 14:18:18 GMT -8
Liz realized that if even the High Marshall had been noticed and required to speak, she probably should too, as much as she had hoped to observe quietly.
"I am Elizabeth Finch, of Isra, here by the request of the Empress. A fact...um...well prior to my retirement I was High Commodore of the Isran Dawn Riders and now I run a ranch that caters to all sorts of exotic mounts." She said, quickly and without fanfare. Politics was never her world, but she was going to need to figure it out quickly.
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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 Nov 20, 2018 14:28:09 GMT -8
The Empress remains standing as those around the table introduce themselves. A few introductions give her cause to smirk, and she nods to Robert as he enters, pleased to see that he’s able to attend.
When introductions are finished, The Empress claps her hands once. “Excellent. Never before have so many leaders from so many distant lands come together for any reason at all. Let us hope that this goes well and sets a precedent for cooperation in the future.”
“Next, Waldemar Andreas.” The Empress snap-points at the man, singling him out. “Please leave.”
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