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 Oct 27, 2019 6:29:51 GMT -8
"I have a scarf." He points at the one around his waist. "But if you think so, I suppose it couldn't hurt." He did sometimes wear a hat, a ridiculous black stetson that no one seemed to know the origin of. "Does what I wear really make me come off as bleak?" He says as he frowns, wondering if this was part of the reason so many people seemed intimidated by him even when he was trying to be nice.
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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 Oct 27, 2019 7:49:42 GMT -8
"The clothes are bleak. You would seem more dark and stoic to the people around you. Honestly, your title has more to do with that, along with your history. There've been more who have witnessed your battles than just myself. Tales of your deadliness are everywhere. Since you tend to be rather quiet on top of that, others will create a false image to replace what they can't see." She smoothed her hands down the scarf she put around his neck.
"But that can be changed. People should see Alden Marshal for what he really is: a man, father of six, and inadvertent romantic." She smiled, running her fingers against his cheek.
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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 Oct 27, 2019 17:00:25 GMT -8
Nodding as she speaks he knew most of that. Honestly, he considered a lot of it to be a good thing. It was better people know he was deadly, that might help to stop them from doing anything stupid against him. However, he did want to be more normal which meant that Kauri probably had a point, she was far closer to normal than he was.
Reaching up he wraps his hands around her fingers and then presses her palm against his cheek. "Alright, I will try to add more colour to my wardrobe." He agrees, though he wasn't sure what colours he would be adding.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Nov 6, 2019 23:06:28 GMT -8
The entity floated towards Tama’s unconscious body, moving at a slow, but inevitable pace. More tendrils spiraled out from the entity’s ‘body’, winding their way towards Tama’s head. For a moment, they lingered motionlessly over the boy. This momentary respite was violently broken as they suddenly plunged downward, the mist like tendrils entering Tama’s mouth, nose, and ears.
The spasms that coursed through Tama’s body were expected. Bodies rarely did well to something foreign entering them.
The door to Tama's house swung open, the chimera strolling out with a far more confident stride than usual. Surveying the bustling street before him with a slight smile, he casually rested one hand on the wall beside the door, leaning back on it for a moment. Stretching his arms out and rolling his shoulders, Tama took in a deep breath before departing from his doorstep, promptly vanishing into the bustling crowds that filled his street.
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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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Clothes and Equipment: -----------------------------------------------------------
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 Nov 16, 2019 14:45:48 GMT -8
Kauri smiled. Even if he didn't adopt the idea in full, it mattered that he would at least try.
Arm tucked in his, she paid for the scarf and dragged him off, their shopping adventures only beginning.
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Maripha
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Physical Description: Maripha puts through just enough effort to look mostly human, leaving her copper horns, black eyes, and fangs untouched. Though not a salacious beauty, she is inviting. She can disarm with a bright smile and soften the look in her eyes until they have the perfect puppy dog gaze.
She's not tall, rising just a bit more than five feet, but she is a thin little thing. It's hard to tell with the cloak she wears, but she certainly doesn't look like she can take anyone in a fight unless they're sick and dying.
Despite this, she does have a set of thin, pinlike claws. For added acrobatics, she has a spaded tail.
Clothes and Equipment: _____________________________________________________________
Beneath a heavy cloak lined with colorful feathers, Maripha holds an assortment of addictive substances. One of her most recent is Blue Blood.
Registered: Dec 9, 2019 20:52:46 GMT -8
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Post by Maripha on Jan 12, 2020 21:59:09 GMT -8
The demon was not out of place in the Commons.
Not her curved horns, not her spaded tail, not her fanged mouth. Sure, Isra was filled with beings like herself, but there were still so many more humans and elves trotting around that it made her nervous. Here, the majority were mismatched freaks and she could appreciate it.
She tugged at the sleeves of her tunic impatiently, trying to fill the time with chimera watching, guessing at their mutations. Still, she found that waiting and waiting and waiting for something to happen or for someone to approach was yet another tedious task. She would go mad and banish herself back to her realm before she sold anything!
Huffing, she extended her presence out cautiously. Ecstacy, desire, hunger[/], not for food or for another body, but for an electric high. It floated through the air like smoke to a fire.
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Lenny Labree
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 43
Physical Description: A rather overweight balding man who going by appearances, one might think is in his late 50s to 60s, despite actually being 43. His eyes are a yellowish color and his skin is rather tanned from time spent outside. He appears to have had a rough life but despite this, usually wears a wide smile on his face.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a rather large tan trenchcoat filled with many pockets, most filled with flask. He has a pair of spectacles he’ll occasionally wear for certain task. He carries around a wooden walking stick of some kind, with metal bands that have runes in them reinforcing it.
Registered: Nov 12, 2015 7:38:25 GMT -8
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Post by Lenny Labree on Jan 13, 2020 22:46:17 GMT -8
Lenny made his way through the rather crowded streets of Chimera Commons. Despite the crowds, he had little trouble passing through, most quickly moving away at the sight of him. While he was perfectly human in appearance unlike many here, there was a wild look in his eyes that would give most pause.
Adjusting his coat, Lenny slowed his pace as he reached one of the streets many intersections. Sniffing the air in the way an animal might, he greedily licked his lips. Setting off down a path to the left, it didn’t take long until he found his quarry.
Hands trembling in anticipation, Lenny crossed the street, now within several feet of Maripha. If her demonic appearance bothered Lenny, he certainly wasn’t showing it.
“My nose never lies to me…” The muttered words were barely above a whisper as Lenny stared at the demon, an ever-widening smile revealing a pair of too-white teeth.
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Maripha
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Physical Description: Maripha puts through just enough effort to look mostly human, leaving her copper horns, black eyes, and fangs untouched. Though not a salacious beauty, she is inviting. She can disarm with a bright smile and soften the look in her eyes until they have the perfect puppy dog gaze.
She's not tall, rising just a bit more than five feet, but she is a thin little thing. It's hard to tell with the cloak she wears, but she certainly doesn't look like she can take anyone in a fight unless they're sick and dying.
Despite this, she does have a set of thin, pinlike claws. For added acrobatics, she has a spaded tail.
Clothes and Equipment: _____________________________________________________________
Beneath a heavy cloak lined with colorful feathers, Maripha holds an assortment of addictive substances. One of her most recent is Blue Blood.
Registered: Dec 9, 2019 20:52:46 GMT -8
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Post by Maripha on Jan 14, 2020 12:01:03 GMT -8
She saw him long before he was upon her, though the force at which he sought her out would have been alarming to someone of a different nature.
Though he was no demon or chimera there was something aptly discomforting about his existence, as it was so different from those around him. Her eyes wandered from his wide, hungry saucers down to those tremoring, grubby appendages. She reached her own in the folds of her cloak and picked out three vials between her knuckles. She made as though to hand them out to him before withdrawing them.
"Coin," she demanded. "Or I'll find someone else who has some."
His hunger, the writhing feeling in his gut that placed itself there when what one desired was right at the tips of one's fingers, sated her own ravenous desires only briefly. It was nearly good at the release.
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Lenny Labree
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 43
Physical Description: A rather overweight balding man who going by appearances, one might think is in his late 50s to 60s, despite actually being 43. His eyes are a yellowish color and his skin is rather tanned from time spent outside. He appears to have had a rough life but despite this, usually wears a wide smile on his face.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a rather large tan trenchcoat filled with many pockets, most filled with flask. He has a pair of spectacles he’ll occasionally wear for certain task. He carries around a wooden walking stick of some kind, with metal bands that have runes in them reinforcing it.
Registered: Nov 12, 2015 7:38:25 GMT -8
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Post by Lenny Labree on Jan 14, 2020 23:16:28 GMT -8
Letting out a low sound that was something between a rumble and a growl, Lenny stabbed at the ground with his shoddy walking stick. Pointing an accusatory finger towards Maripha, his brows furrowed together in annoyance.
Tsk tsk tsk
“That’s no way to treat a customer, my little horned friend. Manners are very important for people in your line of work… You’re clearly new around here though, so I suppose I can forgive you. I know all the regulars in these parts after all.”
His free hand twitching slightly, Lenny shuffled forward two steps more. Leaning forward in a half hunched over stance, he sniffed at her. Head tilting, Lenny’s gaze narrowed, his unnatural smile slipping slightly.
“And you only offer me three vials. Not even worth my time. Show me at least two dozen and then I’ll talk coin.”
Several popping sounds came from his neck as he rolled it back and forth, yet his gaze remained on Maripha, unwavering in its intensity.
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Maripha
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Physical Description: Maripha puts through just enough effort to look mostly human, leaving her copper horns, black eyes, and fangs untouched. Though not a salacious beauty, she is inviting. She can disarm with a bright smile and soften the look in her eyes until they have the perfect puppy dog gaze.
She's not tall, rising just a bit more than five feet, but she is a thin little thing. It's hard to tell with the cloak she wears, but she certainly doesn't look like she can take anyone in a fight unless they're sick and dying.
Despite this, she does have a set of thin, pinlike claws. For added acrobatics, she has a spaded tail.
Clothes and Equipment: _____________________________________________________________
Beneath a heavy cloak lined with colorful feathers, Maripha holds an assortment of addictive substances. One of her most recent is Blue Blood.
Registered: Dec 9, 2019 20:52:46 GMT -8
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Post by Maripha on Jan 16, 2020 14:28:33 GMT -8
Her grip tightened on the vials as she reached for her hood with the other hand. It looked as though this man was about to rob her for a fix- a rather large one at that. Despite this, he spoke as though two dozen weren't so significant. She would be ready to slip away on a moment's notice, at least.
From the insides of her cloak, she pulled out two small boxes. Each held six vials, which she opened to show him with the deft fingers of one hand.
"Apologies, where are my manners? The customs of this realm do allude me," she said with a tiny smile. "I have more than enough, so how about I ask nicely this time. Do you please have coin for a poor little demon girl in exchange for all these pretty glass vials?" Her tone became childish and mocking at the end, bottom lip pouting out.
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Lenny Labree
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 43
Physical Description: A rather overweight balding man who going by appearances, one might think is in his late 50s to 60s, despite actually being 43. His eyes are a yellowish color and his skin is rather tanned from time spent outside. He appears to have had a rough life but despite this, usually wears a wide smile on his face.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a rather large tan trenchcoat filled with many pockets, most filled with flask. He has a pair of spectacles he’ll occasionally wear for certain task. He carries around a wooden walking stick of some kind, with metal bands that have runes in them reinforcing it.
Registered: Nov 12, 2015 7:38:25 GMT -8
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Post by Lenny Labree on Jan 18, 2020 17:43:39 GMT -8
Eyes darting toward the boxes, Lenny relaxed ever so slightly while exhaling slowly.
“Now that’s more like it my dear. How much coin do you require for me to relieve you of two dozen of your little vials?”
Licking his lips, Lenny seemed unperturbed by both Maripha’s tone and her mention of demons. Whether that was because it simply didn’t bother him or he simply was too drugged up to notice was anyone's guess.
“Let’s see, which pocket did I put my coins in…” Lenny muttered to himself as he reached into one of his numerous pockets. Pulling out a rather dirty looking syringe, he let out an irritated grunt before continuing his search.
After at least a few minutes of this, he finally brandished a grimy, yet sizable coin purse towards Maripha.
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Maripha
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Physical Description: Maripha puts through just enough effort to look mostly human, leaving her copper horns, black eyes, and fangs untouched. Though not a salacious beauty, she is inviting. She can disarm with a bright smile and soften the look in her eyes until they have the perfect puppy dog gaze.
She's not tall, rising just a bit more than five feet, but she is a thin little thing. It's hard to tell with the cloak she wears, but she certainly doesn't look like she can take anyone in a fight unless they're sick and dying.
Despite this, she does have a set of thin, pinlike claws. For added acrobatics, she has a spaded tail.
Clothes and Equipment: _____________________________________________________________
Beneath a heavy cloak lined with colorful feathers, Maripha holds an assortment of addictive substances. One of her most recent is Blue Blood.
Registered: Dec 9, 2019 20:52:46 GMT -8
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Post by Maripha on Jan 20, 2020 18:05:37 GMT -8
She could see it in his eyes, in his demeanor, not only how much he wanted the drugs but that he was a regular user. Perhaps not just on blueblood, either. Spokes turned the wheels in her mind as she gave him an amount. It was just a little more than what she'd been asked to buy them for. After all, she had no need for money except to buy this pretty blue liquid.
"A fair price, yes?" she asked with a smirk. "Remember to come for me next time. No one is going to give you a price as good as mine."
His disgusting demeanor did not seem to phase the demon. She didn't see a need to keep clean, herself, but she emitted no smell, no bodily fluids, or much of anything else. It was his intention that had her at the ready.
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Lenny Labree
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 43
Physical Description: A rather overweight balding man who going by appearances, one might think is in his late 50s to 60s, despite actually being 43. His eyes are a yellowish color and his skin is rather tanned from time spent outside. He appears to have had a rough life but despite this, usually wears a wide smile on his face.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a rather large tan trenchcoat filled with many pockets, most filled with flask. He has a pair of spectacles he’ll occasionally wear for certain task. He carries around a wooden walking stick of some kind, with metal bands that have runes in them reinforcing it.
Registered: Nov 12, 2015 7:38:25 GMT -8
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Post by Lenny Labree on Jan 22, 2020 0:06:30 GMT -8
Lenny considered the amount for a moment, opening his coin purse and peering into it before glancing back up at Maripha. Muttering to himself, Lenny grudgingly poured several gold coins onto one hand. Shoving the pouch back into his pocket, he bounced the retrieved coins idly in his other hand.
“I suppose the price is fair enough… Assuming this Blue Blood is all it’s cracked up to be. If it does satisfy my needs, where will I be able to find you again? I wouldn’t want to miss out on such a great deal after all.” Flashing a grin that revealed his unnaturally well-kept teeth, Lenny chuckled to himself.
First extending the hand with the coins towards her, Lenny motioned for her to place the drugs on the ground with his other. He clearly wasn’t planning to hand over the coins till the drugs were out of her hands.
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Maripha
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Physical Description: Maripha puts through just enough effort to look mostly human, leaving her copper horns, black eyes, and fangs untouched. Though not a salacious beauty, she is inviting. She can disarm with a bright smile and soften the look in her eyes until they have the perfect puppy dog gaze.
She's not tall, rising just a bit more than five feet, but she is a thin little thing. It's hard to tell with the cloak she wears, but she certainly doesn't look like she can take anyone in a fight unless they're sick and dying.
Despite this, she does have a set of thin, pinlike claws. For added acrobatics, she has a spaded tail.
Clothes and Equipment: _____________________________________________________________
Beneath a heavy cloak lined with colorful feathers, Maripha holds an assortment of addictive substances. One of her most recent is Blue Blood.
Registered: Dec 9, 2019 20:52:46 GMT -8
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Post by Maripha on Jan 23, 2020 12:13:46 GMT -8
The demon did not bend down to place the two small boxes down. Instead, she slithered her tail out from the folds of her cloak, wrapped it around them, and used it to carefully place and push the containers toward the man before her. She did not retreat it immediately and kept it nearby... just in case he tried to be wise. Her hand was held, palm up, between them to take the coins.
"Don't you worry, darling, because when you have the need, I will be there," she told him with a grin. You are my patron now. This is the start of a wonderful companionship." She waggled her fingers. "Just as soon as you drop those coins. Any moment, now."
Really, it didn't matter if he ran off with the drugs, but as weak as she was currently it was troublesome wrestling it out of the hands of the derelict so she could buy more.
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