Jochi
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 20
Physical Description: Lean, tan, long-haired, and strapping, this young man takes great pride in his personal appearance- and for good reason! He's often seen with an impish smile on his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Jochi enjoys a wide assortment of colorful clothing, usually made of dyed cotton or wool, with an occasional expensive item made of silk.
He also carries a flute, his weapon of choice as a bard, though he is also armed with a long knife, usually used for skinning animals.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Oct 21, 2018 19:02:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jochi on Jun 14, 2019 7:31:27 GMT -8
Though the young man followed Faisine's instructions, his own playing was not so meticulous. The notes coming from his flute were carefree and sprightly, sometimes mimicking his bouncy steps, sometimes expressing the mischievous smirk curled about his face.
Mingling with the magic of the enchanting Faisine was his own magic, further enhancing the effect to all that would come close enough to partake. Here and there, he would play a melody much more intricate and harder to follow, challenging the woman to match with a devilish expression.
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Kauri Graves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 262
Age: 26
Physical Description: Kauri has a complexion so pale that she seems to mimic the glow of the moon. Atop her head stands two long, thin coppery horns that seem unnervingly sharp at their tips.
Her eyes are similar to a cat's with a bright yellow iris and a slit pupil. The fingers on her right hand seem shorter and are fixed with long, sturdy claws most useful for climbing.
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Kauri's clothes seem somewhat colorful, sometimes scarce and sometimes superfluous depending on the ever-changing weather of her home. They're always slightly decorative, but sewn and forged with purpose.
She wears small amounts of armor, such as braces, breastplates, and greaves, but they're usually very small and are built more for movement than they are for protection.
She is skilled with a bow and sword, both of which she carries with her consistently. None of her weapons are terribly special, but they're sturdy and well made.
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Allegiances: Isra
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 13:22:51 GMT -8
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Post by Kauri Graves on Jun 14, 2019 7:42:56 GMT -8
Kauri's attention shifted to the lavender fae that had whisked Genevieve's son away for a dance. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. She was incredibly well acquainted with the antics of the fair folk, having spent so much time with them as a child, having once been kidnapped by them and dragged into a realm where time escaped her and sweet, dreamlike adventures coaxed her to stay.
She reached out a hand to place it gently on Genevieve's arm but didn't look at her. She kept her eyes squarely on the boy. "Keep around him. They can take someone away in an instant, sometimes before one has the chance to blink. I doubt they would treat him badly if they did take him, but... you might never see him again. Even the Marshal might not be able to find him if he tried. It happened to me once. It's a miracle I ever got out."
Some of the mirth that was in her voice earlier melted away as she spoke. Panic didn't seize her heart for the magic that was cast on this place but there was a lurking wariness that did decide to shake her.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Jun 14, 2019 8:22:07 GMT -8
"Hm," Genevieve said, a thoughtful sound as she slipped her hand into the long skirt of her luxurious overcoat and pulled out a small piece of paper and a tiny pencil. It was a habit from her days as a seamstress, although she hadn't made an article of clothing in a good long while.
After Odette died, her passion had faded and had been replaced instead with an aching need for something else, some other purpose that Genevieve was still trying to find.
In any case, the golden-haired enchantress scrawled something on the piece of paper, and if either Kauri or Alden picked up on magic, they'd feel it now from Genevieve's fingertips as she finished writing and tore the piece of paper from the pad. The magic felt maternal and good, warm like a hearth, as wholesome as Yule Morning, and yet, as binding as steel.
The paper came alive on its own, resting in Genevieve's palm as it folded itself into a tiny, tiny, barely a half inch tall hummingbird. It hovered over Genevieve's palm, nodded to her, then fluttered away to Voltaire.
"Maman! Maman!" Gabrielle said breathlessly as she ran back to Genevieve, cat-eared children beside her. "We are so hungry and thirsty and might I have some faerie shoes, too?"
Six catchild voices immediately echoed the sentiment.
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on Jun 14, 2019 12:24:18 GMT -8
"Lively, of course, but I'm no fighter and even for someone like myself these lands can be dangerous," she told her. "My servant is a warrior. She keeps me safe... or, well, as safe as she can manage. Now and again I'm the one helping her." The Bird tittered, thinking back to their first meeting with a knight errant that just about flattened Roxanne with his war steed.
"A snow panther! I can't say I've ever seen such a thing. Then perhaps birds and panthers get along as well," she teased, reaching out to twirl a strang of Freya's hair around her finger before letting it fall back down along her shoulders.
"My goal..." Khepri hesitated. It was the first time anyone had asked since she had escaped. Not Roxy, Regal, Rudiger, nor Deidra had ever so much as inquired as to why she was around, down here, instead of up in the skies at her home. She complained often enough about the Lands Below to make them curious, surely. "I will be reclaiming my home from a corrupt Esfinge- to you that would be like the Tain, a leader among their kind. Such things will not be easy I've been branded a traitor for a murder I did not commit. But soon. Soon! I shall show them the truth!"
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Nilanwe
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Physical Description: Nilanwe is a petite, playful fae. Her eyes, overly large are a solid light blue, and seem like pools designed to slowly pull you into their surprisingly deep waters. Her hair is cut short, primarily to prevent her small, beating wings from disturbing it. Her skin, while dark, is splashed with freckles of varying shades of blue giving her an outlandish appearance.
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Nilane's choices in clothes are often simple and elegant. Designed both to enhance her natural charms and allow her to perform her more complex tasks without fear of disturbance.
The exception to this is jewelry, which she often fancies. She wears a band around her throat, set with a strangely glowing sapphire which, when touched, renders her invisible.
Registered: Jun 4, 2019 8:56:03 GMT -8
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Post by Nilanwe on Jun 14, 2019 14:58:49 GMT -8
As Voltaire detailed, at least in part, the nature of his family Elanwe watched with some interest his young, expressive face still flushed with youth. Naturally his answer had only created more questions but now they were dancing. Oh, and what a dance it was! She had expected him stumbling over his feet so much as he had his own words and yet he pulled her gracefully around the large circle of grass they had cordoned off on their own. She realized with some surprise that her drink addled mind was having a difficult time matching the stone-sober coordination and her wing fluttered only slightly as she abandoned any hope of matching his step and instead floated centimeters from the dancing grounds.
"Ah, Voltaire, you're such a good dancer!" she cooed, her voice tonged with genuine awe. For a human so young to know these sorts of talents, she could only assume he were some sort of nobility. His diction was too distinct, stance too regal to be anything but. "Where does milord hail from?" she asked, as politely as she could. A more sober Elanwe would guess she was perhaps laying on the act a little *too* thick, though either way she doubted the boy would notice. Even if he did, he may attribute it to her fae tendencies.
With a glance of her large eyes she caught sight once again of the one she assumed was his mother trying to peer inconspicuously at them. Alden was indeed right about one thing: No one would dare do anything untowards to a guest here at such a sacred festival. If someone were to leave of their own free will, however, that was their business. With a light tug, disguised as a particularly energetic sweep across the dance floor she pulled Voltaire only just, leading him outside the visual range of his guardians. Around them Fae danced and sang in a colorful cacophony of light and energy, shielding them from any who would try and see them, were they not to insert themselves onto the dance floor.
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on Jun 14, 2019 18:36:17 GMT -8
It was perhaps the way their magic mingled, or the crowd within the area, but she heard a whistle in her ears that started low and then to grow louder. Her heart beat was picking up and slamming against her rib cage. The young woman stopped playing abruptly and stared at the crowd for a long moment, not seeing the actual faces, but the mass of bodies swarming from days of the past. Had it been folly to accept the challenge of another? When the laughter turned into cries in her mind, she cast a look of genuine distress toward the man who'd challenged her. It all came rushing back to her; the scent of smoke... acrid in her nostrils even as nobody else could know what she was re-experiencing. It was too much.
She had come to the festival with the hopes of enjoying herself but it had all been a foolish notion on her part. Faisine quickly gathered her things and strapped them with trembling fingers before she sent a second, this time panicked yet apologetic look to the one who had obviously just wanted to have a good time playing music.
Too many people, she thought as a cold sweat rolled down her spine. She took off like a shot then, her goal was to get away from the crowd, and she would find herself slipping through the trees until the music and the chatter were but muted sounds behind her. It wouldn't be hard to follow her at all, she didn't go far, just enough that she could compose herself and hopefully catch her breath.
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Freya Haldar
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 23
Physical Description: Freya is a tall druid woman and Taingaardian woman standing 1.80 m tall with visible strength to her body. She has a fair complexion and wine red hair that curls down to her elbows and some of her locks have been braided. She has brown eyes, though they turn yellow whenever she channels her animalistic powers.
Clothes and Equipment: Freya wears a hybrid leather and chain mail armor along with her druid amulet around her neck. She has a rune inscribed sword at her left and often carries a bow and arrows on her back.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 13:09:42 GMT -8
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Post by Freya Haldar on Jun 14, 2019 23:23:16 GMT -8
The more the bird answered her questions the more appeared in Freya's mind. "Then if your servant is your protector - how come she isn't with you in a place like this?" Freya asked adding with a hushed voice. "They do seem to take a bit offence to you being here." shrugging she tried to get the attention of more faeries extending her arm into the air, as she was feeling thirsty from all that chatting again and wondered if it was some kind of pollen that made her that keen. "But... perhaps your lively nature just happens to draw you to places?" she asked finding another glass of mead in her hand quite suddenly.
"Well you can now..!" Freya added in a dry tone with a smirk, but frowned a little when she curled her hair around her finger. Some people might see a gesture like that as being a bit intrusive, especially her own people, but having traveled quite a bit, Freya had learned to shrug such manners off. "I've at least never seen birds and panthers at odds with each other." Freya said politely.
"Yes, your goal..?" Freya crossed her arms in front of her waiting for her to elaborate. "Taking back a whole kingdom you say? And you aren't quite a warrior?" she raised a brow but then again remembered that her group had actually won the Hunt. "I guess useful skills aren't limited to that of fighting since you did so well in the Hunt. But you'll need more than your own powers to take back your old place, don't you?" Freya started to think she might have gone to the Hunt to form alliances with her people - which was a very common thing to do.
"Being wrongly accused of murder is no small thing and proving people wrong on that account if you have been set up, as an honorable goal in life." Freya commended Khepri. "But if I may ask... who did you ki... ehrm... who was killed and what happened?" Freya quickly correcting herself taking a sip noticing that this glass had a subtly different flavor than the last two.
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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 Jun 15, 2019 6:39:06 GMT -8
Alden gave Kauri an odd look, one that she might not have seen before. It was the look of a man who wasn't certain how to respond to what had been said. He could not remember a time ever being used as an example in a statement and now that she'd done it he was unsure how he felt. Especially when it implied there was a chance he would fail in a task. He never failed before, he was far, far too stubborn for it.
The look fades as the children approach the lot of them have played themselves to the point of exhaustion. The cat-eared children were clearly enamored of their new, slightly older, playmate, and as such, they were more than happy to lend their voice to her request.
Alden nods at this and scans the clearing until he spots the food tables. "There is food there. Remember your manners." His words carry weight with the children and though they are clearly excited at the chance to eat they make their way carefully through the crowds and join the line waiting to be served. Remarkably well behaved despite their rambunctious nature.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Apr 25, 2024 20:37:56 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2019 0:07:40 GMT -8
Voltaire was enamored.
The longer he stayed in Elanwe's soft, pale arms, the longer he spun her svelte figure with the other glitter and color of the dancers, the longer he felt the warmth of her, he just sank deeper and deeper.
Looking down at her, his bright blue eyes showed how quickly he was falling. " You're so beautiful," he breathed, not even listening to whatever it was she said. He had to blink and refocus. "I was raised on a plantation in Aozora, but my mother has moved so often for the last few years, I can hardly keep track..."
And he was feeling exhilerated and breathless under Elanwe's pale gaze. He didn't even notice the paper flit into his pocket and laughed with easy delight as she took a step to swirl them harder into the crowd.
"What is your name? I need to know more about you." Almost as much as this young, dark haired man needed to breathe.
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Jochi
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 20
Physical Description: Lean, tan, long-haired, and strapping, this young man takes great pride in his personal appearance- and for good reason! He's often seen with an impish smile on his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Jochi enjoys a wide assortment of colorful clothing, usually made of dyed cotton or wool, with an occasional expensive item made of silk.
He also carries a flute, his weapon of choice as a bard, though he is also armed with a long knife, usually used for skinning animals.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Oct 21, 2018 19:02:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jochi on Jun 16, 2019 12:41:23 GMT -8
The young man's expectations of a fun, flirty time were quickly smashed upon witnessing the panic in Faisine's eyes. His playing stopped as abruptly as her own, drawing a few eyes that had been enjoying the back and forth between them, however brief. Before he could open his mouth to ask what was wrong, the woman darted off.
Nemo, the spirit that the Guardian of the Usque had named, surged forward to chase but was stopped by the long-haired man. "I believe this one was my fault somehow. Allow me to fix it," he asked of her, taking a pace that was not so swift as to further worry the distressed damsel but hurried enough to express concern. Thankfully, she hadn't journeyed a vast length from the festivities, allowing him to find her with ease. He didn't even need to use the gifts given to him by his bountiful goddess- bless her name.
He stopped a respectable distance away, holding his hands up. His flute was put away in its holder at his side. "Are you alright? May I come closer?" he queried, making her know that she had the power to tell him to leave or to approach.
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on Jun 16, 2019 13:16:46 GMT -8
What Freya had to say about the Bird's energy drawing her places hit the mark so clearly that perhaps even she didn't realize it. The magic that made up her being, her person, her soul, thrived not only on the sun but the experiences of every living thing around her. It was a secret that Khepri was not privy to, though the realization made her think. She did have remarkable luck finding Roxanne in those frozen mountains when she had been on the brink of death.
"You may be onto something. I used to think it was the other way around," she replied with a smirk. "You are right about needing more than my own powers. I am able to sway the tides of battle- heavily, sometimes- but I do not inflict the wounds or shield the swords. I help others do so with incredible success, put them in a fervor that melts away their fear and tunnels their thoughts directly into the task at hand. I can ease their pain, close their wounds, put strength into their limbs. None of that is possible if I do not have anyone to give these boons to, however, so I am slowly building myself a small army. Reclaiming an aerie would make sure any one of the soldiers who follow me a life of riches, pleasure... power!" She paused as she lifted herself into the air, clenching her fists in the midst of a passionate speech.
Khepri floated down soberly, finding a seat at one of the nearby tables. She crossed her arms and moped.
"One of my patrons," she told Freya, eyes aimed down at the ground. "The only one to believe me about the Bird who was rising too swiftly in the ranks, that she was corrupt and sick. He was... he was the last Esfinge. His term was coming to an end."
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Kauri Graves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 262
Age: 26
Physical Description: Kauri has a complexion so pale that she seems to mimic the glow of the moon. Atop her head stands two long, thin coppery horns that seem unnervingly sharp at their tips.
Her eyes are similar to a cat's with a bright yellow iris and a slit pupil. The fingers on her right hand seem shorter and are fixed with long, sturdy claws most useful for climbing.
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Kauri's clothes seem somewhat colorful, sometimes scarce and sometimes superfluous depending on the ever-changing weather of her home. They're always slightly decorative, but sewn and forged with purpose.
She wears small amounts of armor, such as braces, breastplates, and greaves, but they're usually very small and are built more for movement than they are for protection.
She is skilled with a bow and sword, both of which she carries with her consistently. None of her weapons are terribly special, but they're sturdy and well made.
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Allegiances: Isra
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 13:22:51 GMT -8
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Post by Kauri Graves on Jun 16, 2019 13:33:44 GMT -8
Despite all the miraculous things she had witnessed in her life- from dancing with faeries, held hostage in Paradise, teleported by Grandma, and making friends with demons- even little things such as Genevieve's little paper bird had her marveling like the children when they first walked into Midsomar. She knew the woman was an enchantress, but she never expected it when they pulled such tricks out of thin air.
"You make it seem so easy," Kauri told the Fateweaver. "I'm envious! If only I could possess magic such as you did." Alas, Kauri trying to use magic was about as successful as a fish trying to climb a tree. At least it was always around her wherever she went. The thought did not make her so sad.
When she watched it zoom away, she kept an eye on the plum-colored girl and the boy until they were out of view. Her stomach clenched, but she kept quiet about it. If Genevieve thought that was enough, she wouldn't try to butt in.
"Well, shouldn't we try to get something to eat too? I don't know about the two of you, but I'm starving!"
She had noted that little look that Alden had given her and chosen to ignore it... for now. She flashed him her own look with a raised eyebrow and a wry smile, but nothing further as she approached a table alongside the children.
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on Jun 16, 2019 18:03:15 GMT -8
She spent a few moments reorienting herself. Faisine had her hands on her knees by the time the man who had taken her to play music, he was approaching at a respectful distance and she watched warily, taking a step back at first. After a moment or two, she seemed to force herself to calm down enough to nod, "Yes. Sorry." She dropped her things and sat on the ground, hands returning to her knees, still visibly shaking. She wasn't looking at him, not yet anyway. The sound of her breath slowed, the trembling ebbed. The guardian used a cloth to pat away the sheen of sweat over her face.
"I should go," she said raggedly, "Before that happens again."
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Jun 17, 2019 11:03:31 GMT -8
Genevieve laughed, and it was a very soft, yet warm sound. She even smiled a little more broadly, a smile that truly did reach her enchanting eyes and made that subtle touch of sadness about her melt away. "I have had years of practice, mademoiselle," Genevieve said to Kauri. She'd caught the exchanged look between the younger maiden and her beau, but wisely -- and politely -- decided to act like she hadn't seen it. "If you like, once we have all returned to Isra, I could teach you some things."
The children went tumbling over each other toward the food stands, and Genevieve's smile naturally faded into her placid yet approachable expression. She wasn't hungry at all, but she nodded her head to Kauri's suggestion. "Of course. I have heard rumors that mortals were not supposed to eat the food of the fae, less they be trapped in their realm," Her beautiful gown swayed like water around her legs as she walked, whispering over the grass beneath her fine boots as they moved toward the food stands. The enchantress took one last look for Voltaire over her shoulder.
She couldn't see him, and although that mildly troubled her, she knew that her little spell would tell her if anything terrible was happening to Voltaire.
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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 Jun 17, 2019 17:04:02 GMT -8
"I'd rather you didn't." Alden comments, his tone not a command or demand of her behavior only a statement of preference. "You are easier to see as you are now, it's nice." The comment may confuse Genevieve but Kauri may recall a conversation on the bank of the river no so long ago. She may then realize that now that she was bereft of magical auras Alden could better see her features with his rune scarred eyes.
At Genevieve's words, Alden nods. "I've heard the same thing. However, from what I understand the Chesknight has offered safe harbor in straight forward enough a way as to avoid possible misdirection. Still, I brought a picnic basket just to be on a safe side if that is preferred." The children would be quite disappointed since their were quite a few delights laid out but Alden would defer to the other two adults in his party. Genevieve, in particular, had arrived earlier so may have a better idea of how safe the food was.
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Freya Haldar
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 23
Physical Description: Freya is a tall druid woman and Taingaardian woman standing 1.80 m tall with visible strength to her body. She has a fair complexion and wine red hair that curls down to her elbows and some of her locks have been braided. She has brown eyes, though they turn yellow whenever she channels her animalistic powers.
Clothes and Equipment: Freya wears a hybrid leather and chain mail armor along with her druid amulet around her neck. She has a rune inscribed sword at her left and often carries a bow and arrows on her back.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 13:09:42 GMT -8
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Post by Freya Haldar on Jun 18, 2019 4:01:36 GMT -8
As she described her skills in battle Freya couldn't help but giggle and put her hand up to her mouth. "You're a skjald then!" Freya said and lit up. "I think... you'd also call it a bard other place, and a skjald will also take up his own sword if necessary, but they sing and inspire courage to their allies through various methods and posses an optimism and belief in themselves which almost equals yours..!" she praised Khepri and thought that even though their civilizations seemed so different on the surface, they were pretty alike underneath the skin... and feathers.
"Those are a lot of attractive things for the lone warriors, greedy adventurer and opportunistic fighter, but you do realize the flaw right? Such things will have any warlord sending you away from their halls knowing that if he backs you he'd lose every man or woman he sends - either to death or to riches and pleasure." Freya smirked knowing she was right, having stood by her fathers side in many of these instances and Erik explaining his reasons for and against.
"You do seem passionate though, but building an army one by one does seems... time consuming. Now I don't know how long you live, but perhaps by the time you consider your army done having found the last soldier, the ones your recruited first have no longer the strength to carry arms or lies buried teen feet under." Freya jested, having a little fun poking holes in her lofty dreams of being a warlord - also it might be hard and important advice, for she had a case that was noble and Freya hoped she would see it through with success. "I'm surprised you didn't ask my father for soldiers when your received the honors?" she poked again.
The sadness Khepri felt reached Freya too, even in this place of pure mirth. "I'm sorry to hear that, he must have been a very good person." she condoled. "What is the importance of an 'esfinge' in your homeland though?" she asked curiously.
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Jochi
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 20
Physical Description: Lean, tan, long-haired, and strapping, this young man takes great pride in his personal appearance- and for good reason! He's often seen with an impish smile on his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Jochi enjoys a wide assortment of colorful clothing, usually made of dyed cotton or wool, with an occasional expensive item made of silk.
He also carries a flute, his weapon of choice as a bard, though he is also armed with a long knife, usually used for skinning animals.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Oct 21, 2018 19:02:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jochi on Jun 21, 2019 14:35:41 GMT -8
The young man made a slow, easy approach. When he was just a few steps away, he crouched down, elbows on his knees. He looked at her with a mix of concern and curiosity, as he'd only once seen someone react so adversely to what was supposed to be a good, harmless time. Jochi didn't move to touch her and didn't even shuffle an inch closer, but after a small silence, he spoke:
"Before... what happens again?" he asked. "What happened? Was that something of my doing?"
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on Jun 21, 2019 14:54:07 GMT -8
"Oh... no... nono, it wasn't your fault sir... I... Just haven't been around people in a very long time and... Sometimes I see things from the past; particularly frightful things, when I hear people yelling. I... War." She looked away then, heat creeping into her cheeks. "The last time I was near people was during war. If I walk away, maybe I won't see it anymore the way it was." She moved to her feet and looked down at her feet. "It's stupid, I know, seeing things like that."
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Kauri Graves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 262
Age: 26
Physical Description: Kauri has a complexion so pale that she seems to mimic the glow of the moon. Atop her head stands two long, thin coppery horns that seem unnervingly sharp at their tips.
Her eyes are similar to a cat's with a bright yellow iris and a slit pupil. The fingers on her right hand seem shorter and are fixed with long, sturdy claws most useful for climbing.
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Kauri's clothes seem somewhat colorful, sometimes scarce and sometimes superfluous depending on the ever-changing weather of her home. They're always slightly decorative, but sewn and forged with purpose.
She wears small amounts of armor, such as braces, breastplates, and greaves, but they're usually very small and are built more for movement than they are for protection.
She is skilled with a bow and sword, both of which she carries with her consistently. None of her weapons are terribly special, but they're sturdy and well made.
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Allegiances: Isra
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 13:22:51 GMT -8
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Post by Kauri Graves on Jun 21, 2019 15:02:58 GMT -8
"Well, I'll not do it in your presence," Kauri told Alden. "But I'd love to learn a few tricks if I could, Genevieve." It sounded like a lovely way to get to know her. Hovering around Alden and going to all these gatherings that she would have otherwise avoided was becoming an excellent way to make good company. She couldn't recall having ever met so many prospective friends before.
Looking at the food, Kauri dwelled on the prospective imprisonment ahead. They were certainly right about this on most occasions, but Midsomar was a different kind of celebration. The Cheknight was honorable, even though he was a fae.
"I believe we'll be fine," she told Genevieve, taking up one of those pastries filled with some kind of pink substance. Whatever it was, it was the sweetest thing she'd ever tasted... until it wasn't. The woman's face contorted from heavenly pleasure to an inverted sourness as the foul substance filled her mouth. Not wanting to spit in front of so much company, she placed her hands flat against her lips and drew up every ounce of will she could summon to swallow the substance. Some of the children caught sight of this and began to point and laugh at the ridiculous faces she was making.
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on Jun 23, 2019 16:09:52 GMT -8
"That's it!" exclaimed the bird, pointing at Freya enthusiastically. "A skjald! That is the title your father gave me! Not often used among the kingdoms outside of Taingaard, but I happily flew with it."
Addressing the murder of her patron and her plans, the courtesan rose and sat only on the edge of the seat, fingers steepled. "My life... will undoubtedly be short in comparison to yours. In the very least, as everything that I am as Khepri. Five more years, maybe ten if I feel like I have more to do. I will not be dying, but I will be moving on. That is a discussion for another time, however!"
"For the topic at hand, I think you're correct, but gathering compassion for my endeavor..." Her fingers tapped rapidly on the seat as she sighed, "Well, I'm not here to be pitied. I also don't believe your father took a particular liking to me. He saw the worst parts of myself and decided that he did not want anything to do with it. Those who have seen those parts of me and decide to keep coming back, however-" She lifted a hand to her lips and grinned lovingly, "-those are the ones I seek. Even if the worst parts of me have been little fabrications, they're palpable. It means that I have found those who are true and loyal. After all, they aren't even aware of the honor and glory and the... favors I have in store for them."
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