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 24, 2019 10:55:54 GMT -8
"Oh, he called you that?" Freya said and smiled. "That's a compliment for sure, skjalds in Taingaard are regarded almost as highly as Blood Warriors." she scratched her chin thinking back. "I think one from your team got made Blood Warrior, really an honor." Freya persisted.
Her eyes opened wide it was hard to contemplate that her lifespan was so short. "Really? That short? I had guessed it was far longer..." Freya looked down into her cup of mead fishing for a better topic but was preceded by Khepri herself and nodded. "Yes. Yes indeed it is." she smiled.
"Ohh I'm not pitying you..! I was just suggesting a little... 'haste' I guess." Freya tried. "I think..." she thought about her words. "When you gather people for our endeavor, send me a message okay..?" Freya said with a smile feeling as if she could easily end up on Khepri's bandwagon - not for the power, money or pleasure, but purely because she felt her being right.
"I've enjoyed our talk, I hope... these people will be kind to you the rest of the night. I will take a look around, thanks for the company again, Miss Khepri!" wishing her well, proceeding to take a look around adamant that she wasn't this tipsy when she arrived. Perhaps she could claim a nap beneath one of those large fungi when time was right...
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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 27, 2019 10:15:36 GMT -8
"I'm sure the faerie delectables will be fine," Genevieve said, assured by both Alden AND Kauri that the Chesknight had promised safe passage for those that were not fae. As the party moved over to the food booths, Genevieve couldn't help but turn her golden head to the dancers on the lawn, only to see a moping Voltaire come their way.
"Voltaire?" Genevieve questioned, a touch of maternal concern in her voice as her enchanting blue eyes narrowed a little on him. Had he been enchanted?
"She's gone," Voltaire said with a heavy, love-worn sigh as he came up to her mother's side, easily her height and some as he looked back over his shoulder at the dancing, glittering couples. "As quickly as she came, she is gone," he said and put a hand to his heart.
Genevieve tried not to smile, while Gabrielle -- who had hung back by her mother, rolled her eyes, and picking up her autonomous doll, skipped ahead to join the rest.
"That is the way of the fae, darling," Genevieve said, and guided Voltaire to join the rest of them.
They came upon the party just as Kauri bit into the sweet and seemed to enjoy herself... until she no longer was. The cat-eared children burst into laughter, and Gabrielle -- brought up to be a lady -- hid her giggle behind her palm. Her little doll clapped her hands, as the doll had no mouth (and Foxgloves had warned not to paint one on, too).
"Perhaps we will need that picnic basket after all," Genevieve said with a gleam of good humor to Alden.
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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 28, 2019 10:13:41 GMT -8
Jochi lifted a hand and shook his head. "Such things are not to be considered lightly. War does not just rend apart the body, but also the soul. Those who survive do not truly escape. Your suffering is real," he told her, extending a hand out to her.
"If you feel you need to leave, by all means. Though, I am here to give you company as well if you would have me." He gave her a tiny smile, one that made it clear that he understood the nature of her struggles, even if he didn't know her exact ailments.
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