James Lazael Deepwinter
Committed
One of the last sons of the Deepwinter house of old, He is tasked with guarding the family sword.
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 28
Physical Description: Tall and lean, James is a handsome young man with fair, pale skin, raven hair, and piercing blue eyes. Muscled and scarred from the hard life he has been forced to lead he is willing to face trouble and meet it blow for blow to defend what he has left to call his own.
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Clothes and Equipment: Despite hard times the family has retained some of its wealth and materials. James wears a fine set of clothes, black riding boots, loose grey pants, a dark blue buttoned shirt, black vest, and a dark grey overcoat. A fine cloak hangs from his shoulders, kept in place by a beautiful pin, a ring of blue topaz surrounding a circular piece smoked quartz crystal both set in silver. On his ring is his father’s ring, and his father before him, a beautiful dark iron piece set with one large and four smaller black opals.
At his waist hangs one of his families remaining treasures, Void-dancer, his family’s magical broadsword, once a mighty weapon it’s power is now bound if still present.
On his shoulder hangs his pack and his instrument, a worn but lovingly maintained guitar. Stashed in his pack with traveling gear is a breastplate and various pieces of armor for when the days get grim and the mornings get bloody.
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Allegiances: Negotiable
Player's online availability : Fairly free
Registered: Oct 30, 2018 15:10:14 GMT -8
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Post by James Lazael Deepwinter on Nov 23, 2018 20:41:20 GMT -8
James almost growled as he stared at her and frowned slightly.
“I don’t know what you think of me Lady Fletcher but I am neither a thief or a murderer. Unless you can provide some sort of proof that this witch deserves for either act to be perpetrated on her personage then I don’t believe I can help you in that pursuit.” He said dryly all hint of his former levity gone. “As for the ore, that is a difficult proposition. You’ll need magically augmented metal more then likely, of the naturally occurring variety for best effect. I may know some people with something workable in stock but it won’t be cheap.” He continued as he pushed himself away from the counter and crossed his arms with a cold look.
He didn’t want to make assumptions but he should have expected something like this from a Fletcher. Most of the family were quite mad and he shouldn’t be surprised that another one of them would be making insane requests.
“I’m not some common thug who’ll just take the coin and do your bidding like some mindless little lapdog if that’s what you were expecting.”
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Regina Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 57
Physical Description: Regina is a rather average woman, standing at 5'8" with a slightly lithe figure. She's a bit pale due to extended periods of staying indoors and wearing large, flamboyant hats that keep her in the shade when she goes out.
Like all Fletchers, Regina has silvery white hair. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple.
Though her growing years have taken a toll on her appearance, she doesn't seem quite as old as she is.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most women her age, Regina wears modest, expensive dresses. Though in the confines of her home and the comfort of casual settings her outfits are often elegant and straightforward, formal events allow the woman to tack on unwarranted amounts of decorations and layers onto her outfits.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 20:03:48 GMT -8
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Post by Regina Fletcher on Nov 23, 2018 20:58:27 GMT -8
Regina's eyes widened during Deepwinter's little outburst. She didn't move to interrupt him and only spoke when he was done, though she was leaning against the counter now, both hands entwined in front of her mouth. Her cheeks lifted and crinkled the sides of her eyes.
"Deal with unsavory types often, I see. That would be a good excuse to make assumptions, wouldn't it? Especially against someone you hardly know. My, my, Deepwinter. Though, I'm sure you can be quite charming when you want to be."
She spoke with a snide tone, not angry, though it was certainly trenchant. If she did not sound amused, if the innkeeper paid attention, it was painted all over her face. "Eira Whittle is a business partner of mine. She travels enough to find queer little items that one day become useful. She will have what I am looking for, and I will pay for it with whatever she'd like. I apologize if that kind of trade is too horrendous for the likes of you."
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James Lazael Deepwinter
Committed
One of the last sons of the Deepwinter house of old, He is tasked with guarding the family sword.
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 28
Physical Description: Tall and lean, James is a handsome young man with fair, pale skin, raven hair, and piercing blue eyes. Muscled and scarred from the hard life he has been forced to lead he is willing to face trouble and meet it blow for blow to defend what he has left to call his own.
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Clothes and Equipment: Despite hard times the family has retained some of its wealth and materials. James wears a fine set of clothes, black riding boots, loose grey pants, a dark blue buttoned shirt, black vest, and a dark grey overcoat. A fine cloak hangs from his shoulders, kept in place by a beautiful pin, a ring of blue topaz surrounding a circular piece smoked quartz crystal both set in silver. On his ring is his father’s ring, and his father before him, a beautiful dark iron piece set with one large and four smaller black opals.
At his waist hangs one of his families remaining treasures, Void-dancer, his family’s magical broadsword, once a mighty weapon it’s power is now bound if still present.
On his shoulder hangs his pack and his instrument, a worn but lovingly maintained guitar. Stashed in his pack with traveling gear is a breastplate and various pieces of armor for when the days get grim and the mornings get bloody.
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Allegiances: Negotiable
Player's online availability : Fairly free
Registered: Oct 30, 2018 15:10:14 GMT -8
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Post by James Lazael Deepwinter on Nov 23, 2018 21:08:50 GMT -8
James let out a long breath and visibly relaxed as he began to look sheepish.
“My apologies Lady Fletcher. I don’t mean to insult you but you may not know what it’s like being an adventurer who is also a member of a noble house that has been all but extinguished. I get an offer at least once every couple of months from, as you put it yourself, unsavory types.” He said quietly as he leaned against the wall with a sigh. “Most of them either working for nobles or nobles themselves and they all assume that I’m so easily bought for glitter and flash and empty words. So forgive me for being presumptive, but a precedent has in fact been set. One of your own relatives didn’t ask me to murder anyone but had the mad idea to cage a gryphon the size of this building. It puts one on edge when dealing with the aristocracy.” He continued with a brief but longing glance at the rack of bottles off to the side. He ran a hand through his hair before shaking his head. “I’d be happy to go and speak to your friend for you. I’ll even do it for free as an apology for my slight against your honor.”
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Regina Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 57
Physical Description: Regina is a rather average woman, standing at 5'8" with a slightly lithe figure. She's a bit pale due to extended periods of staying indoors and wearing large, flamboyant hats that keep her in the shade when she goes out.
Like all Fletchers, Regina has silvery white hair. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple.
Though her growing years have taken a toll on her appearance, she doesn't seem quite as old as she is.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most women her age, Regina wears modest, expensive dresses. Though in the confines of her home and the comfort of casual settings her outfits are often elegant and straightforward, formal events allow the woman to tack on unwarranted amounts of decorations and layers onto her outfits.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 20:03:48 GMT -8
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Post by Regina Fletcher on Nov 23, 2018 21:35:37 GMT -8
Regina visibly recoiled at the mention of another Fletcher. With a sneer, she pinched her brow. "I haven't seen even one of them in over a decade and already those blasted fools are sullying any name I try to make for myself."
A sip of tea later, the woman recovered from her embarrassment and looked at Deepwinter miserably. "Which one was it? Asking you to capture an oversized gryphon? Of all things! It has to be that greedy, unreasonable nephew of mine! Reynad, yes? Of course it was Reynad! Who else is that big of a moron?"
It was easy to tell how much Regina loved her family. She loved them so much she pushed the teacup over to James and muttered, "Gin."
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James Lazael Deepwinter
Committed
One of the last sons of the Deepwinter house of old, He is tasked with guarding the family sword.
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 28
Physical Description: Tall and lean, James is a handsome young man with fair, pale skin, raven hair, and piercing blue eyes. Muscled and scarred from the hard life he has been forced to lead he is willing to face trouble and meet it blow for blow to defend what he has left to call his own.
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Clothes and Equipment: Despite hard times the family has retained some of its wealth and materials. James wears a fine set of clothes, black riding boots, loose grey pants, a dark blue buttoned shirt, black vest, and a dark grey overcoat. A fine cloak hangs from his shoulders, kept in place by a beautiful pin, a ring of blue topaz surrounding a circular piece smoked quartz crystal both set in silver. On his ring is his father’s ring, and his father before him, a beautiful dark iron piece set with one large and four smaller black opals.
At his waist hangs one of his families remaining treasures, Void-dancer, his family’s magical broadsword, once a mighty weapon it’s power is now bound if still present.
On his shoulder hangs his pack and his instrument, a worn but lovingly maintained guitar. Stashed in his pack with traveling gear is a breastplate and various pieces of armor for when the days get grim and the mornings get bloody.
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Allegiances: Negotiable
Player's online availability : Fairly free
Registered: Oct 30, 2018 15:10:14 GMT -8
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Post by James Lazael Deepwinter on Nov 24, 2018 21:00:29 GMT -8
James just stared at her for a moment before bursting out laughing as he turned around and ran his fingers along the rows of bottles until he found the one he was looking for. Turning back he filled her saucer half way with an old favorite of his father's. He tapped a bottle of rum and raised an eyebrow.
"Want to cut it with anything?" He asked a wry grin finding its way back onto his face.
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Regina Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 57
Physical Description: Regina is a rather average woman, standing at 5'8" with a slightly lithe figure. She's a bit pale due to extended periods of staying indoors and wearing large, flamboyant hats that keep her in the shade when she goes out.
Like all Fletchers, Regina has silvery white hair. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple.
Though her growing years have taken a toll on her appearance, she doesn't seem quite as old as she is.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most women her age, Regina wears modest, expensive dresses. Though in the confines of her home and the comfort of casual settings her outfits are often elegant and straightforward, formal events allow the woman to tack on unwarranted amounts of decorations and layers onto her outfits.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 20:03:48 GMT -8
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Post by Regina Fletcher on Nov 24, 2018 21:34:04 GMT -8
The artificer answered his question by pouring the other half of her cup with tea. "I would apologize for his behavior, but I do not associate with that side of the family. There are only three Fletchers that I have any hope for, and one of them is my own son. A bible thumper for Varafel, but a good man. A man who doesn't sleep with his cousins. A sensible man who isn't a moron. He might be visiting sometime; you'll definitely get along a little better. The other two might show up soon, as well. The first one is my niece, Roxanne. She's a bit scatterbrained but good at heart. The other is her cousin. He's a vampire but he's worthless... in a manner that a vampire should be useless."
She took her tea in a shot, not coughing once. The woman looked tired after speaking about the other Fletcher. That's just how it was. Waving a hand dismissively, she scoffed.
"We're wasting our breath speaking about him. Let us turn to other, more worthy pursuits, Sir Deepwinter. How do you feel about my offer? Shall I give you time to think on it?"
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James Lazael Deepwinter
Committed
One of the last sons of the Deepwinter house of old, He is tasked with guarding the family sword.
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 28
Physical Description: Tall and lean, James is a handsome young man with fair, pale skin, raven hair, and piercing blue eyes. Muscled and scarred from the hard life he has been forced to lead he is willing to face trouble and meet it blow for blow to defend what he has left to call his own.
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Clothes and Equipment: Despite hard times the family has retained some of its wealth and materials. James wears a fine set of clothes, black riding boots, loose grey pants, a dark blue buttoned shirt, black vest, and a dark grey overcoat. A fine cloak hangs from his shoulders, kept in place by a beautiful pin, a ring of blue topaz surrounding a circular piece smoked quartz crystal both set in silver. On his ring is his father’s ring, and his father before him, a beautiful dark iron piece set with one large and four smaller black opals.
At his waist hangs one of his families remaining treasures, Void-dancer, his family’s magical broadsword, once a mighty weapon it’s power is now bound if still present.
On his shoulder hangs his pack and his instrument, a worn but lovingly maintained guitar. Stashed in his pack with traveling gear is a breastplate and various pieces of armor for when the days get grim and the mornings get bloody.
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Allegiances: Negotiable
Player's online availability : Fairly free
Registered: Oct 30, 2018 15:10:14 GMT -8
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Post by James Lazael Deepwinter on May 10, 2019 15:14:02 GMT -8
"I'll be happy to help you, eventually Miss Fletcher. Of course I have things to be done in the meantime but once those are seen to..." He said, leaning against the counter. "I'm sure we could come to an arrangement."
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Regina Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 57
Physical Description: Regina is a rather average woman, standing at 5'8" with a slightly lithe figure. She's a bit pale due to extended periods of staying indoors and wearing large, flamboyant hats that keep her in the shade when she goes out.
Like all Fletchers, Regina has silvery white hair. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple.
Though her growing years have taken a toll on her appearance, she doesn't seem quite as old as she is.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most women her age, Regina wears modest, expensive dresses. Though in the confines of her home and the comfort of casual settings her outfits are often elegant and straightforward, formal events allow the woman to tack on unwarranted amounts of decorations and layers onto her outfits.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 20:03:48 GMT -8
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Post by Regina Fletcher on May 10, 2019 16:00:55 GMT -8
"Eventually works with my schedule currently, Deepwinter. I am quite busy with moving in, myself. And with that, I should finish that task presently." She put a few suns on the table and began to make her way up the stairs to direct the golems accordingly and start tidying up.
"Have a wonderful rest of your morning. Do let me know when your business has been taken care of. I look forward to our collaborations."
And with that, she was gone.
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Reginald Tristam Fletcher
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 28
Physical Description: A well muscled man with the standard Ivory Fletcher locks, deeply tanned skin, and piercing violet eyes. With aristocratic good looks and a dazzlingly mischievous smile Vex gets up to more trouble then his family might like.
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Clothes and Equipment: Well made airy clothes that are comfortable in mild to hot weather.
A bag that holds more then one would expect.
A wooden case on his belt holds a deck of cards spelled to become sharp and hard as knives when thrown with force and return to the case after they stop.
His familiar Akam, which takes the form of a sunbeam snake.
His staff, crafted and enchanted by his mother, Star-gleam, a beautiful piece carved of Lamannian Oak with the head splitting into five draconic necks, three splitting evenly away to face the corners of a triangle, two meeting in the center, each holding an enchanted gemstone.
The two in the center hold an egg sized dark blue star sapphire that acts as both repository and compass, drawing in and storing both ambient magic and what is deliberately poured into it. When concentrated on it will pull the staff northward.
The third head holds a large moonstone that both focuses and amplifies water magic and can indicate nearby water sources.
The fourth head holds a large opal that focuses, amplifies, and can even be used to redirect lightning magic.
The fifth hold an orb of labradorite that gives the user greater mental clarity and control and protects from magic that would fog and muddle the mind.
Each gem can also be made to glow with luminosity ranging from barely noticeable to blinding, though the latter drains much of their stored power at full strength.
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Allegiances: His Father, Mother, Brother, and The Stained Glass Gemini
Registered: Jul 30, 2019 11:06:31 GMT -8
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Post by Reginald Tristam Fletcher on Aug 6, 2019 14:15:24 GMT -8
The morning was quiet, the weather clear, fog brushed against every window. Reginald Tristam Fletcher took his seat and brushed his fingers along the keys of the piano in the corner, a truly beautiful piece and a slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he remembered better days entertaining little Rosemary with his meager skills at the family piano. His fingers twitched over the ivory and ebony lines as the half remembered sound of her laughter echoed in his thoughts. A simple question to the proprietor had gained him the knowledge of when Regina usually descended from the upper floors. He'd met a few members of the Deepwinter house in his travels. They were always lively, usually quick with jest and wit, but also always a little melancholy, a little wistful. Thinking about it, the song he was about to play reminded him of them as well. He finally lowered his hands and began to play. Not too long after the notes came his smooth tenor of a singing voice, the corners rounded off by the desert accent he'd picked up in his travels. "And if you want you can be free. Broke another trail away from me. And take... And take the road ahead.
And don't go home and tell your friends, This is really not the life you've planned. Just take... Just take the road ahead.
I'll take a chance and leave. The other side of sea, It's waiting there for me. Where they don't know... Don't know me.
And if you want you can be free. Spoke another life away from me. And take... And take the road ahead.
I'll take a chance and leave. The other side of sea, It's waiting there for me. Where they don't know...
And times wont take your love from me. Holds me when her light came free. And I don't care, no, what they say. I take my chances far away.
I'll take a chance and leave. The other side of sea, It's waiting there for me. Where they don't know... Don't know me."
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Regina Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 57
Physical Description: Regina is a rather average woman, standing at 5'8" with a slightly lithe figure. She's a bit pale due to extended periods of staying indoors and wearing large, flamboyant hats that keep her in the shade when she goes out.
Like all Fletchers, Regina has silvery white hair. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple.
Though her growing years have taken a toll on her appearance, she doesn't seem quite as old as she is.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most women her age, Regina wears modest, expensive dresses. Though in the confines of her home and the comfort of casual settings her outfits are often elegant and straightforward, formal events allow the woman to tack on unwarranted amounts of decorations and layers onto her outfits.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 20:03:48 GMT -8
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Post by Regina Fletcher on Aug 9, 2019 18:40:57 GMT -8
For the better part of the evening, Regina was in her room turning the pages of a book. Laid out on a window seat, she took in the late summer sun, ankles folded and hair let out against her shoulders. A light shawl hung over her shoulders, complimenting a deep plum dress. It was ever so evident that she was planning to spend the rest of her evening this way while adventurers were out in the cold, dangerous world getting items for her quests.
Such a plan would have gone uninterrupted... were it not for a melody floating through the air.
She almost didn't notice it at first, not until the singing began. Her head snapped up, eyes bearing through the door. Regina reached her hand down to grab her locket, clasping and unclasping it briefly in the time she used to stand up and make her way to the door.
Her steps quickened as she exited her apartment and drummed down the stairs, nearly coming to a sprint as she approached the bottom. Her slippers slid across the polished floor as she landed, jaw gently agape as her gaze perched onto the piano.
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Reginald Tristam Fletcher
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 28
Physical Description: A well muscled man with the standard Ivory Fletcher locks, deeply tanned skin, and piercing violet eyes. With aristocratic good looks and a dazzlingly mischievous smile Vex gets up to more trouble then his family might like.
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Clothes and Equipment: Well made airy clothes that are comfortable in mild to hot weather.
A bag that holds more then one would expect.
A wooden case on his belt holds a deck of cards spelled to become sharp and hard as knives when thrown with force and return to the case after they stop.
His familiar Akam, which takes the form of a sunbeam snake.
His staff, crafted and enchanted by his mother, Star-gleam, a beautiful piece carved of Lamannian Oak with the head splitting into five draconic necks, three splitting evenly away to face the corners of a triangle, two meeting in the center, each holding an enchanted gemstone.
The two in the center hold an egg sized dark blue star sapphire that acts as both repository and compass, drawing in and storing both ambient magic and what is deliberately poured into it. When concentrated on it will pull the staff northward.
The third head holds a large moonstone that both focuses and amplifies water magic and can indicate nearby water sources.
The fourth head holds a large opal that focuses, amplifies, and can even be used to redirect lightning magic.
The fifth hold an orb of labradorite that gives the user greater mental clarity and control and protects from magic that would fog and muddle the mind.
Each gem can also be made to glow with luminosity ranging from barely noticeable to blinding, though the latter drains much of their stored power at full strength.
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Allegiances: His Father, Mother, Brother, and The Stained Glass Gemini
Registered: Jul 30, 2019 11:06:31 GMT -8
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Post by Reginald Tristam Fletcher on Aug 9, 2019 18:51:21 GMT -8
It had been ten years, but Reginald was still recognizable. He wasn’t the gangly teenager who’d left their home by literally blowing the door off it’s hinges after their argument. He’d filled out, was obviously more comfortable in his own skin. No longer pale but deeply tanned, with tattoos encircling his forearms.
As the song came to a close he slowly turned around, his violet eyes now holding a burning light instead of the dead, haunted look she’d last seen in them. He rested his palms on his knees and simply studied her in silence. He wouldn’t speak first. That was what had lead to such a… regrettable exit from her life. He’d had a decade to think about it, and these days he was used to the silence.
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Regina Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 57
Physical Description: Regina is a rather average woman, standing at 5'8" with a slightly lithe figure. She's a bit pale due to extended periods of staying indoors and wearing large, flamboyant hats that keep her in the shade when she goes out.
Like all Fletchers, Regina has silvery white hair. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple.
Though her growing years have taken a toll on her appearance, she doesn't seem quite as old as she is.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most women her age, Regina wears modest, expensive dresses. Though in the confines of her home and the comfort of casual settings her outfits are often elegant and straightforward, formal events allow the woman to tack on unwarranted amounts of decorations and layers onto her outfits.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 20:03:48 GMT -8
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Post by Regina Fletcher on Sept 7, 2019 12:23:25 GMT -8
Regina opened her mouth several times to speak, the words escaping her until she forced them loose in a croak.
"Reggie?"
Her hand clapped against her lips when she said it, feet lurching her forward to envelop him in a tight embrace, making sure he was there, that he wouldn't just fall to dust in her arms. Her chest heaved with the sobs she kept stuck in her throat, and even when the tears didn't fall, they glazed over her eyes.
"It's you. It's really you, Reggie?"
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Reginald Tristam Fletcher
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 28
Physical Description: A well muscled man with the standard Ivory Fletcher locks, deeply tanned skin, and piercing violet eyes. With aristocratic good looks and a dazzlingly mischievous smile Vex gets up to more trouble then his family might like.
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Clothes and Equipment: Well made airy clothes that are comfortable in mild to hot weather.
A bag that holds more then one would expect.
A wooden case on his belt holds a deck of cards spelled to become sharp and hard as knives when thrown with force and return to the case after they stop.
His familiar Akam, which takes the form of a sunbeam snake.
His staff, crafted and enchanted by his mother, Star-gleam, a beautiful piece carved of Lamannian Oak with the head splitting into five draconic necks, three splitting evenly away to face the corners of a triangle, two meeting in the center, each holding an enchanted gemstone.
The two in the center hold an egg sized dark blue star sapphire that acts as both repository and compass, drawing in and storing both ambient magic and what is deliberately poured into it. When concentrated on it will pull the staff northward.
The third head holds a large moonstone that both focuses and amplifies water magic and can indicate nearby water sources.
The fourth head holds a large opal that focuses, amplifies, and can even be used to redirect lightning magic.
The fifth hold an orb of labradorite that gives the user greater mental clarity and control and protects from magic that would fog and muddle the mind.
Each gem can also be made to glow with luminosity ranging from barely noticeable to blinding, though the latter drains much of their stored power at full strength.
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Allegiances: His Father, Mother, Brother, and The Stained Glass Gemini
Registered: Jul 30, 2019 11:06:31 GMT -8
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Post by Reginald Tristam Fletcher on Sept 7, 2019 22:50:06 GMT -8
Regina could feel Reginald relax as he embraced her back tightly.
“Yes mother. It’s really me. I take it the letters I sent back never arrived. Wasn’t sure they would.” He said, holding her tightly as he laughed weakly. He hadn’t been hoping for much on his return, but at least this was something.
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Regina Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 57
Physical Description: Regina is a rather average woman, standing at 5'8" with a slightly lithe figure. She's a bit pale due to extended periods of staying indoors and wearing large, flamboyant hats that keep her in the shade when she goes out.
Like all Fletchers, Regina has silvery white hair. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple.
Though her growing years have taken a toll on her appearance, she doesn't seem quite as old as she is.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most women her age, Regina wears modest, expensive dresses. Though in the confines of her home and the comfort of casual settings her outfits are often elegant and straightforward, formal events allow the woman to tack on unwarranted amounts of decorations and layers onto her outfits.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 20:03:48 GMT -8
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Post by Regina Fletcher on Sept 11, 2019 19:10:10 GMT -8
"We- I sold the house," she admitted. "Your father left, then your brother. I couldn't stay there anymore."
As she pulled back, still clinging to his sleeves as though he'd disappear once she let go, a smile spread across her face. Then a frown. "I should smack you for what you did," she commented sourly.
A laugh.
"How long has it been? A decade? No, more. So much more. How in the world did you find me? Isra didn't even exist the last time I saw you."
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Reginald Tristam Fletcher
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 28
Physical Description: A well muscled man with the standard Ivory Fletcher locks, deeply tanned skin, and piercing violet eyes. With aristocratic good looks and a dazzlingly mischievous smile Vex gets up to more trouble then his family might like.
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Clothes and Equipment: Well made airy clothes that are comfortable in mild to hot weather.
A bag that holds more then one would expect.
A wooden case on his belt holds a deck of cards spelled to become sharp and hard as knives when thrown with force and return to the case after they stop.
His familiar Akam, which takes the form of a sunbeam snake.
His staff, crafted and enchanted by his mother, Star-gleam, a beautiful piece carved of Lamannian Oak with the head splitting into five draconic necks, three splitting evenly away to face the corners of a triangle, two meeting in the center, each holding an enchanted gemstone.
The two in the center hold an egg sized dark blue star sapphire that acts as both repository and compass, drawing in and storing both ambient magic and what is deliberately poured into it. When concentrated on it will pull the staff northward.
The third head holds a large moonstone that both focuses and amplifies water magic and can indicate nearby water sources.
The fourth head holds a large opal that focuses, amplifies, and can even be used to redirect lightning magic.
The fifth hold an orb of labradorite that gives the user greater mental clarity and control and protects from magic that would fog and muddle the mind.
Each gem can also be made to glow with luminosity ranging from barely noticeable to blinding, though the latter drains much of their stored power at full strength.
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Allegiances: His Father, Mother, Brother, and The Stained Glass Gemini
Registered: Jul 30, 2019 11:06:31 GMT -8
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Post by Reginald Tristam Fletcher on Sept 21, 2019 4:52:59 GMT -8
A shadow of an emotion flickered in his eyes and clouded his expression for a moment.
“Yes. Probably for the best. Only memories of a dead family in that house.” He murmured absently. Then he shook his head. “Contacts. Information is a buyers market. And not an unfruitful decade.” He said with a lopsided grin as he reached in his bag, pulling out a terrarium the size of a small watermelon, containing mud, water, and three dully glowing flowers that emitted a mournful chorus.
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Regina Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 57
Physical Description: Regina is a rather average woman, standing at 5'8" with a slightly lithe figure. She's a bit pale due to extended periods of staying indoors and wearing large, flamboyant hats that keep her in the shade when she goes out.
Like all Fletchers, Regina has silvery white hair. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple.
Though her growing years have taken a toll on her appearance, she doesn't seem quite as old as she is.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most women her age, Regina wears modest, expensive dresses. Though in the confines of her home and the comfort of casual settings her outfits are often elegant and straightforward, formal events allow the woman to tack on unwarranted amounts of decorations and layers onto her outfits.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 20:03:48 GMT -8
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Post by Regina Fletcher on Oct 12, 2019 17:41:47 GMT -8
A dead family. Reginald hit it right on the head. One girl's death had fractured them apart drawn all the warmth from their home.
She didn't respond to that comment, but her eyes did grow upon seeing the terrarium that was presented. The old woman held her hands out to hold it, peering at the flowers closely.
Regina nearly called for a golem to bring her glasses.
"What in all the Overworld is this?" she breathed, exchanging glances with her son.
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Reginald Tristam Fletcher
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 28
Physical Description: A well muscled man with the standard Ivory Fletcher locks, deeply tanned skin, and piercing violet eyes. With aristocratic good looks and a dazzlingly mischievous smile Vex gets up to more trouble then his family might like.
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Clothes and Equipment: Well made airy clothes that are comfortable in mild to hot weather.
A bag that holds more then one would expect.
A wooden case on his belt holds a deck of cards spelled to become sharp and hard as knives when thrown with force and return to the case after they stop.
His familiar Akam, which takes the form of a sunbeam snake.
His staff, crafted and enchanted by his mother, Star-gleam, a beautiful piece carved of Lamannian Oak with the head splitting into five draconic necks, three splitting evenly away to face the corners of a triangle, two meeting in the center, each holding an enchanted gemstone.
The two in the center hold an egg sized dark blue star sapphire that acts as both repository and compass, drawing in and storing both ambient magic and what is deliberately poured into it. When concentrated on it will pull the staff northward.
The third head holds a large moonstone that both focuses and amplifies water magic and can indicate nearby water sources.
The fourth head holds a large opal that focuses, amplifies, and can even be used to redirect lightning magic.
The fifth hold an orb of labradorite that gives the user greater mental clarity and control and protects from magic that would fog and muddle the mind.
Each gem can also be made to glow with luminosity ranging from barely noticeable to blinding, though the latter drains much of their stored power at full strength.
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Allegiances: His Father, Mother, Brother, and The Stained Glass Gemini
Registered: Jul 30, 2019 11:06:31 GMT -8
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Post by Reginald Tristam Fletcher on Oct 12, 2019 19:49:35 GMT -8
Reginald let her take the terrarium from his grip once he was sure of her hold.
“These, mother,” he replied with a faint smile,” are called Istra'ari's Tears: a flower that blooms only around one hidden oasis, and are said to have begun spouting after a Djinn wept over her lover being enslaved, trapped in a lamp to serve as a Sultan's eternal servant. They are said to have a dozen and one uses, alchemical, magical, enchanting, horticultural and more. The only thing that is certain is that the plant literally sings with magic, a sorrowful dirge that pulls at the heart. They say that to listen to it, day in and day out can pull even the most broken of hearts from even the deepest of sorrows. It appears that it you are no longer in need of that property thankfully, but they should still prove useful to you.” He took a step back and folded his hands behind his back, happy to let her examine them. “The terrarium keeps them happy and healthy, and the water and mud are from the oasis, though they seem to be nothing special in and of themselves after close examination.”
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Regina Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 57
Physical Description: Regina is a rather average woman, standing at 5'8" with a slightly lithe figure. She's a bit pale due to extended periods of staying indoors and wearing large, flamboyant hats that keep her in the shade when she goes out.
Like all Fletchers, Regina has silvery white hair. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple.
Though her growing years have taken a toll on her appearance, she doesn't seem quite as old as she is.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most women her age, Regina wears modest, expensive dresses. Though in the confines of her home and the comfort of casual settings her outfits are often elegant and straightforward, formal events allow the woman to tack on unwarranted amounts of decorations and layers onto her outfits.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 20:03:48 GMT -8
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Post by Regina Fletcher on Oct 26, 2019 16:43:37 GMT -8
The woman's fingers brushed gently against the terrarium as she gazed at the flowers. Her eyes flittered up to her son's, cradling the flowers in one arm as she grasped onto his shoulder.
"Who knew you to be so good to your old mother?" she chuckled. "Why don't you come upstairs. I have some tea and lots of catching up to do. Then you can also see all I've been up to. Do let me know if anything catches your eye. I'm sure anything in there will be ample in exchange for this." A tiny smile before she turned around, leading the way.
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Reginald Tristam Fletcher
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 28
Physical Description: A well muscled man with the standard Ivory Fletcher locks, deeply tanned skin, and piercing violet eyes. With aristocratic good looks and a dazzlingly mischievous smile Vex gets up to more trouble then his family might like.
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Clothes and Equipment: Well made airy clothes that are comfortable in mild to hot weather.
A bag that holds more then one would expect.
A wooden case on his belt holds a deck of cards spelled to become sharp and hard as knives when thrown with force and return to the case after they stop.
His familiar Akam, which takes the form of a sunbeam snake.
His staff, crafted and enchanted by his mother, Star-gleam, a beautiful piece carved of Lamannian Oak with the head splitting into five draconic necks, three splitting evenly away to face the corners of a triangle, two meeting in the center, each holding an enchanted gemstone.
The two in the center hold an egg sized dark blue star sapphire that acts as both repository and compass, drawing in and storing both ambient magic and what is deliberately poured into it. When concentrated on it will pull the staff northward.
The third head holds a large moonstone that both focuses and amplifies water magic and can indicate nearby water sources.
The fourth head holds a large opal that focuses, amplifies, and can even be used to redirect lightning magic.
The fifth hold an orb of labradorite that gives the user greater mental clarity and control and protects from magic that would fog and muddle the mind.
Each gem can also be made to glow with luminosity ranging from barely noticeable to blinding, though the latter drains much of their stored power at full strength.
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Allegiances: His Father, Mother, Brother, and The Stained Glass Gemini
Registered: Jul 30, 2019 11:06:31 GMT -8
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Post by Reginald Tristam Fletcher on Nov 4, 2019 20:26:38 GMT -8
"You owe me nothing mother. They are a gift." Reginald replied as he followed, a gesture of his hand and an exertion of will all that was needed for a gust of wind to send his staff through the air to his hand, it's gentle tapping the only sound of his passage. Silence was a thing many adventurers learned, and few mastered. He cheated slightly as the air around him was somewhat deadened but that was just a useful accident. Even as he spoke though, he knew that he would keep an eye open for any items that might be useful. If his mother was even a tenth as prolific in her tinkering as she had once been, he was sure that she would have marvels enough to curl the hair of a bald man.
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Regina Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 57
Physical Description: Regina is a rather average woman, standing at 5'8" with a slightly lithe figure. She's a bit pale due to extended periods of staying indoors and wearing large, flamboyant hats that keep her in the shade when she goes out.
Like all Fletchers, Regina has silvery white hair. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple.
Though her growing years have taken a toll on her appearance, she doesn't seem quite as old as she is.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most women her age, Regina wears modest, expensive dresses. Though in the confines of her home and the comfort of casual settings her outfits are often elegant and straightforward, formal events allow the woman to tack on unwarranted amounts of decorations and layers onto her outfits.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 20:03:48 GMT -8
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Post by Regina Fletcher on Nov 16, 2019 14:38:33 GMT -8
Upstairs, Regina would lead Reginald to a door that had the woman's name embossed in gold atop purple marble. Once inside, they would behold a vast, tall room, half of which had the bed, a wardrobe, a bedside table, the sofa, all the necessities- and filling the shelves on the other side were chests, chairs, all clumped with work.
Precious stones, fabric, needles, thread, leather, metals- all were just a few of the raw materials that gathered around them. Magic hummed around the room from every corner, so much that Reginald would be breathing it like the humid air after torrential rain.
In the middle, sat upon a high pedestal, was a wire model upon which fitted a dark blue dress. It was much more than that- sewn into the design were pieces of armor, but they were so slim they left no room for any true warrior to put their legs or arms. It was nowhere near finished: strings and bobs and bits were poking out of it — a work in progress.
"It's quite a mess, and I do apologize. I tucked finished pieces within the cupboards. After I finished an entire shelf of enchanted masks days ago, some of them decided to pick up personalities and start chatting, so they were put away."
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