Fiona Blythe
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 25
Physical Description: ==================================================
Quite attractive, which is quite the benefit of her public profession. High cheek bones, a sharp jawline and thin nose, soft cheeks, and a stunning outlook about her.
Her eyes are a warm green, and her skin on the paler side, but it is hard to tell if it's natural or just well applied makeup until closer inspection. Her hair drops down past her shoulders, and a dark, aged timber brown.
Catching one's eye is her goal, afterall.
She is of medium height and wonderfully maintained build, toned but soft where it matters.
Clothes and Equipment: ==================================================
In public, she can be seen wearing expensive dresses, low cut at the front, and perfectly tailored. As well as her modest jewellery, she wears a specific broach worn by those of her profession, the silver dove of the working women's union, a group of independant whores and escorts.
During her more clandestine dealings however, she wears an incognito set of clothes, featuring a tight pair of dark green greaves, soft and comfy boots that reach up her shins, a basic white shirt, a dark red vest with a handful of pockets, and a dark green hooded cloak that matches her greaves. On top of this, she wears a belt with plenty of pouches to carry her tools of the trade. Finally, a dark maroon scarf is worn over her pale features to hide her identity.
For weaponry, she carries a pair of knives, hidden away for her own protection, however she has also been seen with a seemingly basic bow from time to time. On her belt, however, she hides a small hand-crossbow, and just enough bolts to get her out of a tight spot.
Her tool belt contains many tricks of the trade, including lockpicks, a glass cutter, smoke bombs for a quick get away, and even a handful of stink bombs.
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 23:02:23 GMT -8
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Sept 17, 2019 15:34:40 GMT -8
Fiona can't help but giggle a little. "Yes, well, I'm used to tiring people out, but not usually with words," she says with a wide, pretty smile. "Do you think I teased her just a little too much? It was just a bit of fun..." She asks as she crosses one leg over the other under her blanket.
Then the topic of the barn comes up again. "Of course it's a good idea," she says with a smaller smile. "Bit of extra gold when travellers come by, and when they're vacant you could use them as storage. Building it's going to be the hard part, I wish I could say I could help, but these hands aren't meant for carpentry." She lifts her soft hands and wiggles them a little. Well, not ACTUAL wood, at least. "I'm sure there are people in the next town over who could use the work, if you did need the help. Or travellers who pass by, the majority of them seem to be pretty handy."
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Tanis Imani
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 27
Physical Description: She is a petite woman with dark brown hair and green eyes, various normal marks such as freckles and scars. She is not the classic beauty, but she has her own beauty.
Clothes and Equipment: Robes
Sword/scabbard
Rucksack with:
Cooking gear
Climbing gear
Lighting gear
Etc.
Registered: Jul 24, 2019 14:26:53 GMT -8
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Post by Tanis Imani on Sept 17, 2019 15:46:29 GMT -8
"I don't think you teased her too much," she said honestly, "I think she could give as good as she got." And it was true from what she observed. The big woman was easily amusing in that sense. Perhaps she had just been overly tired, which was understandable due to the chill in the air. It was a rather blustery wind happening at the moment.
"Nobody would willingly help me from the village," she said quietly. "I am from there and because I am no warrior, I became an outcast. I built this house on my own, I doubt I will get enough visitors in the end to bother asking for help when all I really need to do is build walls." She lifted her chin in some kind of pride, though there was plenty of hurt within her gaze. A person rejected for being what she was and not embraced. "As soon as I was old enough to care for myself, that is what I have been doing." She nodded firmly.
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Fiona Blythe
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 25
Physical Description: ==================================================
Quite attractive, which is quite the benefit of her public profession. High cheek bones, a sharp jawline and thin nose, soft cheeks, and a stunning outlook about her.
Her eyes are a warm green, and her skin on the paler side, but it is hard to tell if it's natural or just well applied makeup until closer inspection. Her hair drops down past her shoulders, and a dark, aged timber brown.
Catching one's eye is her goal, afterall.
She is of medium height and wonderfully maintained build, toned but soft where it matters.
Clothes and Equipment: ==================================================
In public, she can be seen wearing expensive dresses, low cut at the front, and perfectly tailored. As well as her modest jewellery, she wears a specific broach worn by those of her profession, the silver dove of the working women's union, a group of independant whores and escorts.
During her more clandestine dealings however, she wears an incognito set of clothes, featuring a tight pair of dark green greaves, soft and comfy boots that reach up her shins, a basic white shirt, a dark red vest with a handful of pockets, and a dark green hooded cloak that matches her greaves. On top of this, she wears a belt with plenty of pouches to carry her tools of the trade. Finally, a dark maroon scarf is worn over her pale features to hide her identity.
For weaponry, she carries a pair of knives, hidden away for her own protection, however she has also been seen with a seemingly basic bow from time to time. On her belt, however, she hides a small hand-crossbow, and just enough bolts to get her out of a tight spot.
Her tool belt contains many tricks of the trade, including lockpicks, a glass cutter, smoke bombs for a quick get away, and even a handful of stink bombs.
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 23:02:23 GMT -8
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Sept 17, 2019 15:54:06 GMT -8
"You were outcast because you weren't a warrior?" Fiona asks, her smile turning quickly into a frown. "Well that's just stupid, if you don't mind me saying. Stupid and bone-headed. No offense to present company, but being a warrior is overrated anyway. You can get so much further with a silver tongue than you can with an axe, I'll tell you that right now."
She shakes her head, still feeling a little pissed off that such a woman would be driven off. "I swear, sometimes this world has lost its mind. Outcasting someone because they don't want to swing a sword, bah! Lunacy."
"They are worse off for not having you around, especially considering your craftsmanship skills." She gestures to the house around them. "As I said before, your home is gorgeous. If I ever wanted to leave the city, I'd have contracted you to build me a home."
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Tanis Imani
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 27
Physical Description: She is a petite woman with dark brown hair and green eyes, various normal marks such as freckles and scars. She is not the classic beauty, but she has her own beauty.
Clothes and Equipment: Robes
Sword/scabbard
Rucksack with:
Cooking gear
Climbing gear
Lighting gear
Etc.
Registered: Jul 24, 2019 14:26:53 GMT -8
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Post by Tanis Imani on Sept 17, 2019 16:00:08 GMT -8
"Not just because I wasn't a warrior, but because I am a sorceress." She said bluntly. "I was born this way. The villagers aren't very in tune with the world as far as I am concerned, but that is their own trouble, not mine. I have done well for myself without them. I have a home I built with my own two hands, plenty of clean water to drink, crops to eat and sometimes meat, and a life of my own that I built without their help. They made it clear that I am not welcome, so be it. Let it be their own stupidity that keeps me from healing my own people when they are hurt. I can do that, you know?"
And she blushed at more compliments. "I wouldn't take the offer, but not because it's a stupid choice... I... haven't left this house for more than a few hours since I built it and I don't know what I would do with myself if I did leave. I thank you for your kind words, though."
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Fiona Blythe
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 25
Physical Description: ==================================================
Quite attractive, which is quite the benefit of her public profession. High cheek bones, a sharp jawline and thin nose, soft cheeks, and a stunning outlook about her.
Her eyes are a warm green, and her skin on the paler side, but it is hard to tell if it's natural or just well applied makeup until closer inspection. Her hair drops down past her shoulders, and a dark, aged timber brown.
Catching one's eye is her goal, afterall.
She is of medium height and wonderfully maintained build, toned but soft where it matters.
Clothes and Equipment: ==================================================
In public, she can be seen wearing expensive dresses, low cut at the front, and perfectly tailored. As well as her modest jewellery, she wears a specific broach worn by those of her profession, the silver dove of the working women's union, a group of independant whores and escorts.
During her more clandestine dealings however, she wears an incognito set of clothes, featuring a tight pair of dark green greaves, soft and comfy boots that reach up her shins, a basic white shirt, a dark red vest with a handful of pockets, and a dark green hooded cloak that matches her greaves. On top of this, she wears a belt with plenty of pouches to carry her tools of the trade. Finally, a dark maroon scarf is worn over her pale features to hide her identity.
For weaponry, she carries a pair of knives, hidden away for her own protection, however she has also been seen with a seemingly basic bow from time to time. On her belt, however, she hides a small hand-crossbow, and just enough bolts to get her out of a tight spot.
Her tool belt contains many tricks of the trade, including lockpicks, a glass cutter, smoke bombs for a quick get away, and even a handful of stink bombs.
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 23:02:23 GMT -8
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Sept 17, 2019 16:07:57 GMT -8
Fiona smiles once again. "A sorceress. Do tell, what kind of magic do you use? I've always been a little fascinated with the arcane, but I was never able to use magic. It's not in my blood, I guess. Would have been useful too, but that's life I suppose." Then her smile droops into a smirk. "Getting rid of a magic user, they're even stupider than I thought. Fools."
She frowns a little once more at the last bit. "You don't leave the house?" She asks, a little quietly. "There's a whole wide world out there just asking to be explored! I guess if you're happy here it's okay, but… I couldn't imagine only getting out for a few hours. I'd go stir crazy."
The woman looks around briefly to make sure Roskva isn't in earshot before she leans in slightly. "So… and forgive me, given my profession I have to know… without leaving the house much, you… haven't known the touch of someone else in a while, have you?" She asks. "And I don't just mean a handshake."
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Tanis Imani
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 27
Physical Description: She is a petite woman with dark brown hair and green eyes, various normal marks such as freckles and scars. She is not the classic beauty, but she has her own beauty.
Clothes and Equipment: Robes
Sword/scabbard
Rucksack with:
Cooking gear
Climbing gear
Lighting gear
Etc.
Registered: Jul 24, 2019 14:26:53 GMT -8
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Post by Tanis Imani on Sept 17, 2019 16:22:58 GMT -8
"Elemental, mostly Earth." She said this without batting an eyelash. "I don't use it often because I don't see the need for it much unless someone comes along and tries to do something they shouldn't. Then they become toads or frogs." She gave a little grin at that. "And yes, you are right... But they aren't all bright."
When asked about leaving the house, she shook her head. "No... I don't. I... don't want something bad to happen while I am out there and not here. Someone could burn my house down for all I know. I love this place."
She went to take a sip of tea and was asked about something... else. She was blissfully ignorant of what the other meant by "touch" considering her never learning about that kind of thing. "What do you mean?" she asked in genuine innocence. That question should have been the clear indicator that Fiona was speaking to a virgin... one who never even knew why she bled every month but quietly accepted it anyways.
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Fiona Blythe
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 25
Physical Description: ==================================================
Quite attractive, which is quite the benefit of her public profession. High cheek bones, a sharp jawline and thin nose, soft cheeks, and a stunning outlook about her.
Her eyes are a warm green, and her skin on the paler side, but it is hard to tell if it's natural or just well applied makeup until closer inspection. Her hair drops down past her shoulders, and a dark, aged timber brown.
Catching one's eye is her goal, afterall.
She is of medium height and wonderfully maintained build, toned but soft where it matters.
Clothes and Equipment: ==================================================
In public, she can be seen wearing expensive dresses, low cut at the front, and perfectly tailored. As well as her modest jewellery, she wears a specific broach worn by those of her profession, the silver dove of the working women's union, a group of independant whores and escorts.
During her more clandestine dealings however, she wears an incognito set of clothes, featuring a tight pair of dark green greaves, soft and comfy boots that reach up her shins, a basic white shirt, a dark red vest with a handful of pockets, and a dark green hooded cloak that matches her greaves. On top of this, she wears a belt with plenty of pouches to carry her tools of the trade. Finally, a dark maroon scarf is worn over her pale features to hide her identity.
For weaponry, she carries a pair of knives, hidden away for her own protection, however she has also been seen with a seemingly basic bow from time to time. On her belt, however, she hides a small hand-crossbow, and just enough bolts to get her out of a tight spot.
Her tool belt contains many tricks of the trade, including lockpicks, a glass cutter, smoke bombs for a quick get away, and even a handful of stink bombs.
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 23:02:23 GMT -8
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Sept 17, 2019 16:28:12 GMT -8
"Then they are definitely fools. I can't imagine how good an earth mage would be for farming," she considers.
Back on topic. "If you don't get many visitors then surely there won't be anyone around to burn it down." She says. "I don't hear of many houses being burnt down these days, it's not like any marauders have been spotted in Isra in quite some time. Might do you some good to get out of the house more often, but that's just a city woman talking."
And there it is, the biggest indication. "Oh, I see…" Fiona blinks in a little bit of surprise. "Tanis, I mean sex," she says, bluntly. "I can only assume you haven't had sex in quite some time if you don't get out much."
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Tanis Imani
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 27
Physical Description: She is a petite woman with dark brown hair and green eyes, various normal marks such as freckles and scars. She is not the classic beauty, but she has her own beauty.
Clothes and Equipment: Robes
Sword/scabbard
Rucksack with:
Cooking gear
Climbing gear
Lighting gear
Etc.
Registered: Jul 24, 2019 14:26:53 GMT -8
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Post by Tanis Imani on Sept 17, 2019 16:35:11 GMT -8
"You're right," she agreed about the first comment. Then she said, "I don't like leaving my house is all," in regards to the comment about her house not being burnt down. "I don't know if they will or not."
And then the other woman brought up sex like she knew what it was and Tanis gave a blank expression. "I don't even know what sex is to know if I have had it or not." She got up and began to take care of her empty tea cup.
"I have never even been embraced by anyone by my own mother if that is what you mean by touch." She was definitely not experienced. "I... don't know what you mean, to be honest." If Fiona had called it Mating, she might have known a bit easier. She had seen animals in action and been told what that was, but only by name, not details.
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Fiona Blythe
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 25
Physical Description: ==================================================
Quite attractive, which is quite the benefit of her public profession. High cheek bones, a sharp jawline and thin nose, soft cheeks, and a stunning outlook about her.
Her eyes are a warm green, and her skin on the paler side, but it is hard to tell if it's natural or just well applied makeup until closer inspection. Her hair drops down past her shoulders, and a dark, aged timber brown.
Catching one's eye is her goal, afterall.
She is of medium height and wonderfully maintained build, toned but soft where it matters.
Clothes and Equipment: ==================================================
In public, she can be seen wearing expensive dresses, low cut at the front, and perfectly tailored. As well as her modest jewellery, she wears a specific broach worn by those of her profession, the silver dove of the working women's union, a group of independant whores and escorts.
During her more clandestine dealings however, she wears an incognito set of clothes, featuring a tight pair of dark green greaves, soft and comfy boots that reach up her shins, a basic white shirt, a dark red vest with a handful of pockets, and a dark green hooded cloak that matches her greaves. On top of this, she wears a belt with plenty of pouches to carry her tools of the trade. Finally, a dark maroon scarf is worn over her pale features to hide her identity.
For weaponry, she carries a pair of knives, hidden away for her own protection, however she has also been seen with a seemingly basic bow from time to time. On her belt, however, she hides a small hand-crossbow, and just enough bolts to get her out of a tight spot.
Her tool belt contains many tricks of the trade, including lockpicks, a glass cutter, smoke bombs for a quick get away, and even a handful of stink bombs.
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 23:02:23 GMT -8
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Sept 17, 2019 16:42:57 GMT -8
She doesn't even know what sex is. Has this woman been living under a rock? The woman stares for a good long moment.
"Uh…" she begins. "I must admit, Tanis, I'm at a loss for words. I've never known someone to not even know about sex." She looks away for a moment and bites her knuckle in thought. "Its not like an embrace from your mother, that's for sure. I guess it's more of an embrace with romantic intentions?"
She shakes her head slightly, wondering how best to explain it. "It's how babies are made, I guess, first of all. Between a male and female, they mate to have kids, but us humans… we mostly do it for fun."
The courtesan looks back to Tanis. "See, sex is one of the most pleasurable things someone can experience. That's why I made a career from it, people pay me to have sex with them, to make them feel amazing if only for an hour or so." How would she go about explaining it further… perhaps something a little more natural? "Do you ever feel… flustered or strange when you see a handsome man or a beautiful woman naked? Do you ever get that warm, pulsing, wet feeling… down below? Strange but good, especially when you touch it?" She asks. Perhaps a bit personal, but now she's fascinated.
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Tanis Imani
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 27
Physical Description: She is a petite woman with dark brown hair and green eyes, various normal marks such as freckles and scars. She is not the classic beauty, but she has her own beauty.
Clothes and Equipment: Robes
Sword/scabbard
Rucksack with:
Cooking gear
Climbing gear
Lighting gear
Etc.
Registered: Jul 24, 2019 14:26:53 GMT -8
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Post by Tanis Imani on Sept 17, 2019 16:49:11 GMT -8
"Uh..." She was getting the speech about the birds and the bees by a complete stranger. The whole thing made her give a blank stare. Oh, she had heard the whole thing, but didn't quite know how to respond "I... suppose I never really paid attention. I only feel that... uh... wetness when it is that time of month, but there is nothing pleasurable about that shit." She added that last part with a grumble, then went to pull off her skirt and blouse, leaving her in just a shift.
She sat on her bed and wrapped up in her quilt, fascinated as well but not really affected otherwise. "I have never met someone I liked to look at for very long I suppose... except when I was younger, there was a lad who caught my eye, but he turned into a frog when he tried to put his hands on me. I wonder where he hopped off to."
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Fiona Blythe
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 25
Physical Description: ==================================================
Quite attractive, which is quite the benefit of her public profession. High cheek bones, a sharp jawline and thin nose, soft cheeks, and a stunning outlook about her.
Her eyes are a warm green, and her skin on the paler side, but it is hard to tell if it's natural or just well applied makeup until closer inspection. Her hair drops down past her shoulders, and a dark, aged timber brown.
Catching one's eye is her goal, afterall.
She is of medium height and wonderfully maintained build, toned but soft where it matters.
Clothes and Equipment: ==================================================
In public, she can be seen wearing expensive dresses, low cut at the front, and perfectly tailored. As well as her modest jewellery, she wears a specific broach worn by those of her profession, the silver dove of the working women's union, a group of independant whores and escorts.
During her more clandestine dealings however, she wears an incognito set of clothes, featuring a tight pair of dark green greaves, soft and comfy boots that reach up her shins, a basic white shirt, a dark red vest with a handful of pockets, and a dark green hooded cloak that matches her greaves. On top of this, she wears a belt with plenty of pouches to carry her tools of the trade. Finally, a dark maroon scarf is worn over her pale features to hide her identity.
For weaponry, she carries a pair of knives, hidden away for her own protection, however she has also been seen with a seemingly basic bow from time to time. On her belt, however, she hides a small hand-crossbow, and just enough bolts to get her out of a tight spot.
Her tool belt contains many tricks of the trade, including lockpicks, a glass cutter, smoke bombs for a quick get away, and even a handful of stink bombs.
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 23:02:23 GMT -8
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Sept 17, 2019 16:59:37 GMT -8
"Oh that is completely different," Fiona says with a smirk. "That happens to every woman. Don't worry about it, it pretty much just means you aren't pregnant."
Then Fiona is treated to Tanis undressing, completely unprovoked from the courtesan. She can't say she doesn't enjoy it, as she doesn't even realise that she's starting. She quickly shakes herself out of it. "You've never even been horny, wow. I've got my work cut out for me." She clears her throat and thinks for a moment. "Never met someone you liked to look at for very long…" There's something. "Well, what if I undressed, perhaps that could help get a better understanding. We'll at least find out if you're attracted to women at all." She puts a lot of time and effort into her looks, so she knows she's nice to look at.
"Just promise me you won't turn me into a frog or a newt or anything?" She asks with a wink.
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Tanis Imani
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 27
Physical Description: She is a petite woman with dark brown hair and green eyes, various normal marks such as freckles and scars. She is not the classic beauty, but she has her own beauty.
Clothes and Equipment: Robes
Sword/scabbard
Rucksack with:
Cooking gear
Climbing gear
Lighting gear
Etc.
Registered: Jul 24, 2019 14:26:53 GMT -8
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Post by Tanis Imani on Sept 17, 2019 17:07:38 GMT -8
Any amusement she had on her face went away when Fiona propositioned her that way. Oh. Oh my, she thought and then hid under the quilt. "I have never seen anyone without clothes on besides me." That was muffled by the blanket. "I just... I... Oh goodness, I like men I just... don't know much about them. I know how babies are made... by animals. I suppose they are made the same way as humans, yes? Oh.. Uh." She kept sputtering.
"N-no, I wouldn't turn you into a frog unless you tried to touch me and I don't like it. I don't do it on purpose." She pulled the blanket off her eyes and shook her head, "But you don't have to get undressed, I am sure you are very lovely all over like you are in face, but..." But she was not sure where her interest was.
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Fiona Blythe
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 25
Physical Description: ==================================================
Quite attractive, which is quite the benefit of her public profession. High cheek bones, a sharp jawline and thin nose, soft cheeks, and a stunning outlook about her.
Her eyes are a warm green, and her skin on the paler side, but it is hard to tell if it's natural or just well applied makeup until closer inspection. Her hair drops down past her shoulders, and a dark, aged timber brown.
Catching one's eye is her goal, afterall.
She is of medium height and wonderfully maintained build, toned but soft where it matters.
Clothes and Equipment: ==================================================
In public, she can be seen wearing expensive dresses, low cut at the front, and perfectly tailored. As well as her modest jewellery, she wears a specific broach worn by those of her profession, the silver dove of the working women's union, a group of independant whores and escorts.
During her more clandestine dealings however, she wears an incognito set of clothes, featuring a tight pair of dark green greaves, soft and comfy boots that reach up her shins, a basic white shirt, a dark red vest with a handful of pockets, and a dark green hooded cloak that matches her greaves. On top of this, she wears a belt with plenty of pouches to carry her tools of the trade. Finally, a dark maroon scarf is worn over her pale features to hide her identity.
For weaponry, she carries a pair of knives, hidden away for her own protection, however she has also been seen with a seemingly basic bow from time to time. On her belt, however, she hides a small hand-crossbow, and just enough bolts to get her out of a tight spot.
Her tool belt contains many tricks of the trade, including lockpicks, a glass cutter, smoke bombs for a quick get away, and even a handful of stink bombs.
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 23:02:23 GMT -8
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Sept 17, 2019 17:13:58 GMT -8
"Very similar," Fiona says with a nod. "Penis goes in vagina, bit of fun occurs, man fills woman, boom. Baby in nine months," she says, making it sound so simple. "It's why I drink sterility potions before every client. I can't afford to have a baby. Not for financial reasons, but for personal reasons,' she adds with a firm nod.
Oh boy, there's the flustered bit. It's actually kinda cute. "Are you sure?" She asks, feeling just a tad disappointed. "It may answer some questions for you, and if not… well, it'd be a treat at the very least. You aren't wrong, I am indeed lovely to look at," she says with a bright smile. "Besides, I wouldn't mind getting a little more… comfortable, I suppose."
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Tanis Imani
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 27
Physical Description: She is a petite woman with dark brown hair and green eyes, various normal marks such as freckles and scars. She is not the classic beauty, but she has her own beauty.
Clothes and Equipment: Robes
Sword/scabbard
Rucksack with:
Cooking gear
Climbing gear
Lighting gear
Etc.
Registered: Jul 24, 2019 14:26:53 GMT -8
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Post by Tanis Imani on Sept 17, 2019 17:22:28 GMT -8
She was being... well... what was it called? Hit on by a woman. That was an interesting turn of events. "I know nothing of this penis you speak of..." Oh gods, she thought, totally unprepared for all of this."But I suppose a baby is a bad thing then? I wouldn't mind a baby." Sure was lonely in these parts, she thought.
"N-no? I don't know." Now she looked miserable. "I have no idea about this stuff you speak of, truly. I am not as lovely as you are and... and I don't know. I feel about as out of place with all of that as a fish out of water."
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Fiona Blythe
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 25
Physical Description: ==================================================
Quite attractive, which is quite the benefit of her public profession. High cheek bones, a sharp jawline and thin nose, soft cheeks, and a stunning outlook about her.
Her eyes are a warm green, and her skin on the paler side, but it is hard to tell if it's natural or just well applied makeup until closer inspection. Her hair drops down past her shoulders, and a dark, aged timber brown.
Catching one's eye is her goal, afterall.
She is of medium height and wonderfully maintained build, toned but soft where it matters.
Clothes and Equipment: ==================================================
In public, she can be seen wearing expensive dresses, low cut at the front, and perfectly tailored. As well as her modest jewellery, she wears a specific broach worn by those of her profession, the silver dove of the working women's union, a group of independant whores and escorts.
During her more clandestine dealings however, she wears an incognito set of clothes, featuring a tight pair of dark green greaves, soft and comfy boots that reach up her shins, a basic white shirt, a dark red vest with a handful of pockets, and a dark green hooded cloak that matches her greaves. On top of this, she wears a belt with plenty of pouches to carry her tools of the trade. Finally, a dark maroon scarf is worn over her pale features to hide her identity.
For weaponry, she carries a pair of knives, hidden away for her own protection, however she has also been seen with a seemingly basic bow from time to time. On her belt, however, she hides a small hand-crossbow, and just enough bolts to get her out of a tight spot.
Her tool belt contains many tricks of the trade, including lockpicks, a glass cutter, smoke bombs for a quick get away, and even a handful of stink bombs.
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 23:02:23 GMT -8
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Sept 17, 2019 17:28:40 GMT -8
She doesn't even know what a penis is, incredible. Unheard of. Perhaps it would be a shock to most, but for Fiona it's an even bigger shock, but that's likely because she sees, on average, at least one a day.
"It's what men have instead of vaginas," she says, bluntly. "A… sometimes long appendage that sits between the legs. If you come to the city anytime soon, I'll show you one." Which to her isn't an outlandish offer, she knew just where to go to see attractive nude men. "And as for babies, for me it's a bad idea, but who knows, perhaps you would make a good mother. Me, no."
She clears her throat and gives Tanis a sympathetic look. "Oh Tanis, you are indeed lovely. Seriously, I find you quite attractive," she says, which is most certainly true. "Look, Tanis, take a deep breath. Come on, with me," she says as she takes a deep breath, and releases it. "Just take it easy, take a moment to think. Figure out what you want, and if you want to explore new things. This doesn't have to be a big deal, but take your time."
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Tanis Imani
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 27
Physical Description: She is a petite woman with dark brown hair and green eyes, various normal marks such as freckles and scars. She is not the classic beauty, but she has her own beauty.
Clothes and Equipment: Robes
Sword/scabbard
Rucksack with:
Cooking gear
Climbing gear
Lighting gear
Etc.
Registered: Jul 24, 2019 14:26:53 GMT -8
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Post by Tanis Imani on Sept 18, 2019 2:56:19 GMT -8
Finally, red colored her face. "Oh, I have seen one of those before, I just... turned the man into a frog." Why was it everyone wanted to have this... sex thing with her? Maybe she just didn't want to get close to anyone, push them away before they could hurt her in some way. She went to the window and looked out over the stream and then murmured, "Have you learned your lesson little toad? Be yourself as you walk the road. From frog to human and flap to feet, be human again and make haste to retreat. By the power inside of me, as I will so mote it be." At least four frogs turned into men... NAKED men... down below. They all looked at each other, and then they all stumbled off through the woods to get away.
"I wouldn't mind a baby." She repeated absently, then glanced back toward her new friend. "But that requires a man. I don't know about the rest, truly. I just..." She trailed off lamely.
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Fiona Blythe
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 25
Physical Description: ==================================================
Quite attractive, which is quite the benefit of her public profession. High cheek bones, a sharp jawline and thin nose, soft cheeks, and a stunning outlook about her.
Her eyes are a warm green, and her skin on the paler side, but it is hard to tell if it's natural or just well applied makeup until closer inspection. Her hair drops down past her shoulders, and a dark, aged timber brown.
Catching one's eye is her goal, afterall.
She is of medium height and wonderfully maintained build, toned but soft where it matters.
Clothes and Equipment: ==================================================
In public, she can be seen wearing expensive dresses, low cut at the front, and perfectly tailored. As well as her modest jewellery, she wears a specific broach worn by those of her profession, the silver dove of the working women's union, a group of independant whores and escorts.
During her more clandestine dealings however, she wears an incognito set of clothes, featuring a tight pair of dark green greaves, soft and comfy boots that reach up her shins, a basic white shirt, a dark red vest with a handful of pockets, and a dark green hooded cloak that matches her greaves. On top of this, she wears a belt with plenty of pouches to carry her tools of the trade. Finally, a dark maroon scarf is worn over her pale features to hide her identity.
For weaponry, she carries a pair of knives, hidden away for her own protection, however she has also been seen with a seemingly basic bow from time to time. On her belt, however, she hides a small hand-crossbow, and just enough bolts to get her out of a tight spot.
Her tool belt contains many tricks of the trade, including lockpicks, a glass cutter, smoke bombs for a quick get away, and even a handful of stink bombs.
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 23:02:23 GMT -8
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Sept 18, 2019 4:48:02 GMT -8
Fiona watches with curiosity as Tanis moves to the window and begins muttering some sort of… poetry? No, surely not. That must be a…
Then she sees the men appear and stagger off just as quickly as they had appeared. She couldn't have snapped her legs shut quicker. Okay so Tanis was telling the truth and she may or may not be completely nuts. Uh oh.
"Uh, yeah, heh," Fiona says, a little frightened by the display of magic used to literally turn four frogs into men, or… men into frogs into men. "You uh… get annoyed with a lot of men it seems. Quite… unfortunate, for them. And you. Both parties, I'm sure." Now it's her turn to be flustered. "Yes a baby, sure, I'm certain you'd be a good mum." Or a fairy tail witch, whichever came first.
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Tanis Imani
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 27
Physical Description: She is a petite woman with dark brown hair and green eyes, various normal marks such as freckles and scars. She is not the classic beauty, but she has her own beauty.
Clothes and Equipment: Robes
Sword/scabbard
Rucksack with:
Cooking gear
Climbing gear
Lighting gear
Etc.
Registered: Jul 24, 2019 14:26:53 GMT -8
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Post by Tanis Imani on Sept 18, 2019 6:45:56 GMT -8
"Well, maybe if they would take no for an answer..." She muttered, "And didn't put their hands on me." Of course, she had turned them back into men when uncomfortable about sexuality. "No means no..." and she noticed that her new friend looked uncomfortable. Part of her was relieved. She was not ready for that level of... intimacy? Not with anyone. "I won't turn you into a frog, you know? You aren't putting your hands on me. But I suppose it is best we... are friends first. I barely know you. As far as leaving, I don't know."
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Fiona Blythe
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 25
Physical Description: ==================================================
Quite attractive, which is quite the benefit of her public profession. High cheek bones, a sharp jawline and thin nose, soft cheeks, and a stunning outlook about her.
Her eyes are a warm green, and her skin on the paler side, but it is hard to tell if it's natural or just well applied makeup until closer inspection. Her hair drops down past her shoulders, and a dark, aged timber brown.
Catching one's eye is her goal, afterall.
She is of medium height and wonderfully maintained build, toned but soft where it matters.
Clothes and Equipment: ==================================================
In public, she can be seen wearing expensive dresses, low cut at the front, and perfectly tailored. As well as her modest jewellery, she wears a specific broach worn by those of her profession, the silver dove of the working women's union, a group of independant whores and escorts.
During her more clandestine dealings however, she wears an incognito set of clothes, featuring a tight pair of dark green greaves, soft and comfy boots that reach up her shins, a basic white shirt, a dark red vest with a handful of pockets, and a dark green hooded cloak that matches her greaves. On top of this, she wears a belt with plenty of pouches to carry her tools of the trade. Finally, a dark maroon scarf is worn over her pale features to hide her identity.
For weaponry, she carries a pair of knives, hidden away for her own protection, however she has also been seen with a seemingly basic bow from time to time. On her belt, however, she hides a small hand-crossbow, and just enough bolts to get her out of a tight spot.
Her tool belt contains many tricks of the trade, including lockpicks, a glass cutter, smoke bombs for a quick get away, and even a handful of stink bombs.
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 23:02:23 GMT -8
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Sept 19, 2019 16:08:31 GMT -8
The courtesan watches quietly as Tanis continued to mutter to herself. She couldn't disagree with what she was saying of course, Fiona herself had to carry a knife with her while on the job because of it, but turning people into frogs is…
Well, it's new, at least.
When she's addressed, she almost freezes, then nods quietly. Good, she won't have to learn how to eat flies any time soon.
"Uh, sure. Friends." Friends first? So there's a chance? Does Fiona even want a chance anymore, lest she have to hop home instead of walk? Maybe Tanis should stick to a cucumber…
"Well, I'm Fiona, I was brought up in Isra after my parents settled at its founding… I'm a courtesan… there's not much else other than that." Oh but there is, but nobody goes around discussing their unscrupulous nature with strangers.
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Tanis Imani
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 27
Physical Description: She is a petite woman with dark brown hair and green eyes, various normal marks such as freckles and scars. She is not the classic beauty, but she has her own beauty.
Clothes and Equipment: Robes
Sword/scabbard
Rucksack with:
Cooking gear
Climbing gear
Lighting gear
Etc.
Registered: Jul 24, 2019 14:26:53 GMT -8
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Post by Tanis Imani on Sept 22, 2019 18:00:23 GMT -8
"And I am Tanis Imani, I've already told you about my life, nothing all that exciting." Except for the part where she turns guys into frogs. There was a twinkle in her eye either way, and she said, "If only you could see the look you have been giving me since I freed those boys from their frog bodies... Come now, if I wanted to turn you into a frog, don't you think I would have done it by now? I will say that I have never um... done the things you spoke of, but I am just not sure what I want. I've been... alone. That is all I have ever known. I... think... maybe I need it to be special."
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