Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Dec 3, 2019 0:22:28 GMT -8
“Hah!” The Empress laughs, shaking her head. “No, no, no, Miss Blythe. You take me for a fool.”
“This is my city, and if I aimed to enforce total compliance with the law, believe me when I say that I could. But even you have some inkling of what an awful idea that would be! If I were as stupid as that, I would probably still be wearing a dove.”
“But I wear the signet ring of The Isran Empire. I am The Empress," she says, holding it up for Fiona to see. "I rule this land, mightiest of all the world, with ultimate authority. You overestimate how much I care about criminals the likes of you and underestimate how much my time is worth if you believe I’m asking you to rat out your contacts such that I might have them arrested. I have not come all the way out here and asked my Marshal to put on that silly hat to do the The Guard's work — they're paid to do that themselves!”
The size of the room and her seated position prevent pacing, but Empress Naoki monologues just the same.
“I am concerned with matters of national security, Miss Blythe. I take my duty as Empress very seriously, and my duty is not to protect Robert’s coin purse. My duty is to provide for and protect my people, and part of that is keeping a strict leash on the crime that transpires within my domain. Preventing the black-market trade of goods that threaten the lives of thousands, monitoring the activities of potential assassins, and maintaining order in my city. I do this through the acquisition and effective use of information, and I do it quite well. I have an excellent idea of exactly how deep the underworld goes, along with how it works, who is in it, and what it accomplishes. I do not approve of those who systemically act in defiance of my laws, but, as Empress, I do not necessarily take issue with them all, either.”
“For example, I take no issue with you because you’re more or less harmless. You don’t aim to hurt anyone or cause any problems — you’re just out in pursuit of coin, and I can hardly begrudge you that. I certainly don’t approve of your stealing — I would of course rather you not, but it is no concern of mine. I am willing to overlook it (as well as the other things) if you willingly help me perform my duty by telling me all that you know."
"... And it is better to be in my good graces than anywhere else at all,” she adds, as both a threat and a promise.
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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 Dec 3, 2019 3:52:21 GMT -8
The thieving whore sits in silence as she listens, but there's a smile growing across her face. What she's hearing? She's liking, quite a bit really. Essentially immunity if she can keep getting away, and her guys are relatively safe. What else could she ask for?
"Ha!" It's her turn to laugh. "Those black market assholes you're after make my job harder anyway. You have no idea how many times my fences have been harassed by them, trying to turn over to their cause." She sits back and smirks a little. "Then again, you probably do. Fuck it, I'm in, Empress."
With her guys being essentially safe, even though known, she seems so much more at ease with the entire situation. Perhaps the coin wasn't even necessary, the deal on the table seemed far more valuable than a whole bag of gold. "I'll be your informant, hell I'll even be your little agent if you need me to, just tell me what to do, offer me something pretty and I'll get it done."
"But I probably won't stop my thieving ways," she says with a cheeky wink. "Like you said, it doesn't hurt anyone, and Its made me quite comfortable. it's much more of a challenge than spreading my legs for anyone with enough coin, really." She gives a light chuckle. "Speaking of, Robert's purse is safe. It may not be a challenge, but it's just so convenient when he opens it willingly for me. Hmm… I wonder what he'll say if he finds out you've made me an informant…"
She pauses and crosses her bare left leg over her blue clothed right. "Anyway, you are wise to put at least a little trust in me, empress, because I can start immediately. Tomorrow, I can start my lists, but more importantly, I've heard of some dealings going down very soon that might be of some interest. Just word passed between a few… friends, but give me a night or and I'll find out where and when." She can't help but let our a small chuckle before winking at her new boss. "And I would love to be in your Good graces, your grace." Her mind does stick on the fact that Naoki once had a silver dove like her own, the symbol of an independent courtesan. Interesting...
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 25
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale, Vasco is your typical, run-of-the-mill vampire. He's got a head of choppy blonde hair that drops down his back, often held together in a ponytail.
His eyes are a pale, icy green, yet in times of thirst they bleed an angry red.
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Clothes and Equipment: It goes without saying that Vasco prefers the color black. His armor, made mostly of leather, includes a small shoulder plate and a mithril vambrace on his right arm. Now and again, when he feels that making an entrance is more important than stealth, he dons a cape.
Vasco carries a rapier with him that carries a venom in the blade. Every time it breeches skin, a bit of it will enter the bloodstream, introducing a neurotoxin that will paralyze a small area.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 21:15:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vasco Correa on Dec 3, 2019 11:59:41 GMT -8
Her comment on preferences made him laugh. "Well, pardon me; I'm afraid I'm not much of a tea connoisseur," he teased. "But, much like tea, wine is to be sipped. Take your time. Perhaps we should order some bread and cheese?" He let the barman know before she could object.
Seating himself, the young man pushed his foot against the counter and leaned his chair back.
"So now that I've gotten you a drink, perhaps I should introduce myself." He held out a hand for her, a smirk never leaving his features. "Vasco Correa. And you?"
Those eyes, cold and green, bore into her own.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Dec 9, 2019 23:57:05 GMT -8
“Good,” Empress Naoki replies, smirking.
“I think we’ll all agree, this was more pleasant than any alternative means of extracting information from Miss Blythe, hm?” Naoki shoots a joking look over her shoulder at Alden, who… probably would not have approached the problem in quite the same way, let’s say.
Turning back to Fiona, “I’ll look forward to reading about all the wonderful things you have to share. Your service makes The Empire stronger, and will not be forgotten.”
The Empress gives Fiona a significant look, though it’s unclear exactly what she means by it. She doesn’t even know herself, but it’s a good, firm look that Miss Blythe ought to remember for a long time.
“I will leave you now to your writing,” The Empress says, standing. “Sit here, there are paper and ink the desk. You can leave once you’ve earned the gold you intend to take, and the High Marshal will instruct you on how to submit your future reports.”
With that matter sorted, The Empress nods to dismiss herself and moves to the door. She’s about to turn the handle when Naoki remembers, “Oh, and see you tomorrow for brunch, Alden!” She points at him and gives a finger-wiggling wave before shutting the door behind herself, leaving the two of them there to go get herself a drink.
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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 Dec 15, 2019 15:28:07 GMT -8
Makes the Empire stronger? Fiona didn't much care if it made the Empire stronger or weaker, she didn't much care for the Empire itself, but what she does care for is her freedom and future as a free woman. There isn't any honour among thieves, after all, just business.
Then Naoki gives Fiona a look. Usually Fiona is good at reading people, but they're usually not as well practiced at subterfuge as Naoki likely is, and can't make heads or tails of it. Still, instinctively, she puffs out her chest and sits up straight, striking an attractive pose. She still has to make the sale for her other talents, and isn't about to give up the opportunity.
Write to earn the gold. Well, this might take a while. "I'll see you soon then, your grace," Fiona says, a little disappointed, but still quite thankful that she isn't being tortured or sitting behind bars. She looks up at Alden, then to the paper and quill on the desk, and sighs. Well, here we go, time to lose a bit of dignity as a thief.
Then again, what kind of thief values dignity?
She picks up the quill and begins to write in well practiced strokes. Not only is she literate, but her handwriting is quite exceptional as well! The kind that's only taught in some of the better schools in the land. Her writing goes into details, first with her rivals and those who have crossed her, of course they would be first, then those who may be of a threat to Isra, and noted as such. Every name, location, code word, everything is written in extreme detail as Fiona makes sure to earn her coin.
After what seems like an hour or two, and a handful of pages later, she finishes up with her own contacts and is sure to note how integral they will be with her new service to the empire (less so how integral they are to her evening mischievous business). At the bottom of the page, she leaves a note about a black market deal set to go down, but no details. Instead, she leaves an address, and instructions to send someone for more details two days from then. Of course, she doesn't use her home address, that's very much a secret she intends to keep, but instead it's her work address.
"Y'know," she says as she sits back after signing the document and pushing it forward, finally finishing her night's work and signing away her ultimate freedom. "I think I've earned most of that gold, but..." She looks up to Alden and smiles with a wink. "What say I earn the rest with you, Mr. Alden? My hand may be tired, but the rest of me isn't." She was hired for a different job with that gold, after all.
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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 Dec 16, 2019 18:38:05 GMT -8
Throughout the entire exchange, Alden had remained just behind the empress and to the left. Utterly silent, unnervingly motionless, more akin to a statue than a living person. Even when Naoki leaves Fiona in his care he doesn't move, his expression doesn't change, only those odd green eyes shift focusing in on her as she works until she is finally finished.
Scooping up the papers he examines the first page, then the second, flipping through them quickly. His eyes scan each page so fast it seemed doubtful that he could have actually been reading it. Yet when he reaches the end and tucks it under his arm he nods. "Someone will be at that address in two days time." He informs her as he reaches into a pocket and produces a piece of paper. He seemed to be ignoring her offer as they still had work to discuss.
"This is your first code. Memorize it then burn the paper." He instructs as he lays the paper in front of her. "You will write your reports following the cypher, be as detailed as possible listing dates and locations followed by relevant information." A second piece of paper is produced and laid next to the first. "This is your list of dead drop locations and the day of the week to use them. The same protocol, burn it after you memorize it. Each dead drop location has a paired location, leave your reports in one pick up your payment the following day."
"Your payment will occasionally be accompanied by a note. Special instructions, new cyphers and dead drop locations, or requests for meet-ups. I would imagine it goes without saying but burn any note after reading. You will know authenticity because you will only be able to break the wax on the notes with this letter opener." He places a plain silver-handled letter opener next to the pieces of paper. "Don't lose it."
Folding his arms Alden waits for her to look over the objects and digest what has been said. He doesn't bother explaining the consequences of failing to obey, he was sure that she was well aware of what they might be. The system was relatively simple for this kind of work and he was quite sure that the experienced thief would be able to cope with it easily. Once she has had a chance to look over each item the high marshal would say in his flat neutral tones. "Any questions?"
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Loralyn
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 21
Physical Description: Loralyn stands at a modest 5'5" and is elegantly proportioned into a pear shape. Her hair falls in contained blonde ringlets that tend to bounce along with her motions.She has deep brown eyes that seem to constantly be assessing and analyzing a situation.
Clothes and Equipment: She is typically seen wearing gowns befitting of a tavern singer. She tries to keep herself as modest as possible while keeping her allure. She often wears heels to accentuate her height.
Registered: Dec 17, 2018 16:22:15 GMT -8
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Post by Loralyn on Dec 20, 2019 23:24:32 GMT -8
Loralyn could feel the heat rise up in her cheeks again as he stared so intently into her eyes. She only held his gaze for a few moments before she had to turn away, blonde ringlets bouncing as she smoothed out her skirt reflexively. She wasn't used to having someone give her their complete undivided attention. It was a novel feeling, and she wasn't really sure how to go about it. Was her heart supposed to be thumping this quickly?
She bit her lip as she quickly glanced back up at him. Her eyes were going from her lap to his hand back up to his eyes as she tried to get a grip so when she next spoke she didn't sound as breathless as she was. "L-Loralyn." Her voice was just a bit too high with nervousness as she tucked her hair back behind her ear before going to slide her soft hand in his. "Loralyn Ga-" She caught herself before she said her surname. She had no way of knowing if he knew her father. And even if he didn't she doubted he'd want to get involved. "Ga..erson. Loralyn Gaerson. Yes." She said slowly before looking back up at him again, checking to see if he'd bought it. "Thank you for humoring me for the evening Mister Correa.But you really needn't go to all the trouble. I'm sure someone... like you ought to have something already planned for the evening."
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 25
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale, Vasco is your typical, run-of-the-mill vampire. He's got a head of choppy blonde hair that drops down his back, often held together in a ponytail.
His eyes are a pale, icy green, yet in times of thirst they bleed an angry red.
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Clothes and Equipment: It goes without saying that Vasco prefers the color black. His armor, made mostly of leather, includes a small shoulder plate and a mithril vambrace on his right arm. Now and again, when he feels that making an entrance is more important than stealth, he dons a cape.
Vasco carries a rapier with him that carries a venom in the blade. Every time it breeches skin, a bit of it will enter the bloodstream, introducing a neurotoxin that will paralyze a small area.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 21:15:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vasco Correa on Dec 23, 2019 21:51:03 GMT -8
As anyone but the precious Loralyn would expect, he took her hand and laid his lips so delicately across her knuckles. "A pleasure. And please-" He placed his other hand atop hers. "Drop the pleasantries and call me Vasco. We're both too young to be so proper."
Gently, almost regrettably, he placed her hand down into her lap and let go. "Someone like me?" he asked dubiously. "And what do you mean by that? Perhaps you think I'm some troublesome rapscallion. Oh! What trouble do you imagine I'm going to stir up tonight?"
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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 Dec 24, 2019 3:37:37 GMT -8
Fiona listens… then rolls her eyes with an indignant “Tch.” She looks over the various items in front of her, and begins picking them up one by one. “You’re no fun, Marshall,” she says as she reads the first small note. “All work and no play really does make someone very veeery dull. Boring, some might say.” She peers up over cypher and smirks. “Got any personality on any of these slips of paper? Hm?”
The thief slips the paper into a tiny pocket in her dress, between the fabric and the flesh of her breast, intent to memorize it further later. She’s a crafty minx and has most of it memorized after her first reading, but with the stakes this high it doesn’t hurt to be certain. Then she picks up the next one, reading it over. “Nope, not on this one either,” she comments quietly as she reads, memorizing the details, then into her dress it goes.
Finally, every item has been slipped into her secret pocket, including the letter opener. A thief always has their methods, and this one uses something every woman could only dream of, pockets. “Questions? Outside of teasing you?” she asks with that cheeky smirk. “First, have I earned my gold? And second, if you aren’t wanting a little bit of fun to loosen up that stick up your arse, am I free to go?” She crosses one leg over the other and smiles a beautiful smile. “Please?”
That gold would get her so much closer to her dream of a villa in Touissant lands, somewhere she can retire in… or perhaps run a world class brothel out of. Perhaps she needs to buy 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 Dec 26, 2019 14:24:27 GMT -8
Whatever response Fiona was hoping to provoke with her comments she would be disappointed to find that Alden remained stubbornly boring. The most she got was a tilt of the head to one side at the comment about him having a stick up his ass. Considering his expression changed not one iota it was doubtful that Fiona would be able to read much into the movement. Though those who knew Alden for years knew that it was a sign that he was confused.
"The gold is a down payment for your first report. You may go."
He answers both her questions as directly as she could have hoped. He doesn't shift or move simply continues to stare at her and he would do so until she left the room. The man was certainly odd, in many ways he didn't seem entirely human but he did have a spark of life behind his eyes. It was simply kept under wraps when he was doing his job.
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Loralyn
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 21
Physical Description: Loralyn stands at a modest 5'5" and is elegantly proportioned into a pear shape. Her hair falls in contained blonde ringlets that tend to bounce along with her motions.She has deep brown eyes that seem to constantly be assessing and analyzing a situation.
Clothes and Equipment: She is typically seen wearing gowns befitting of a tavern singer. She tries to keep herself as modest as possible while keeping her allure. She often wears heels to accentuate her height.
Registered: Dec 17, 2018 16:22:15 GMT -8
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Post by Loralyn on Dec 26, 2019 21:29:21 GMT -8
At the gentle kiss on her knuckles, one might begin to fear she would faint from the rush of blood that stayed suspended in her cheeks as the handsome young man held her hand in his for a moment longer before setting it into her lap. With the blood rushing in her ears she hardly heard his words as her heart stuttered for a moment. It was almost more than she could handle. Father had always been terribly careful to keep men away from her- especially those around her own age. She was wholly out of her depth. Yet.. she couldn't find herself hating the thrum of her blood or the skip of her heartbeat.
"I-I didn't mean any offense b-by it Mist- I mean... Vasco." Again the little odd skip of her heart. Inwardly she rejoiced at her progress. She continued after a moment as she looked in her goblet. "I only meant you seem the type more suited to entertaining a large crowd or rather someone.. of high caliber if you understand my gist. I'd think you'd have come out with plans to meet someone or have something well- I couldn't even imagine planned for the evening. Not indulging a girl clearly out of her element and out of her depth as she attempts a night of freedom."
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 25
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale, Vasco is your typical, run-of-the-mill vampire. He's got a head of choppy blonde hair that drops down his back, often held together in a ponytail.
His eyes are a pale, icy green, yet in times of thirst they bleed an angry red.
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Clothes and Equipment: It goes without saying that Vasco prefers the color black. His armor, made mostly of leather, includes a small shoulder plate and a mithril vambrace on his right arm. Now and again, when he feels that making an entrance is more important than stealth, he dons a cape.
Vasco carries a rapier with him that carries a venom in the blade. Every time it breeches skin, a bit of it will enter the bloodstream, introducing a neurotoxin that will paralyze a small area.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 21:15:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vasco Correa on Dec 28, 2019 14:16:06 GMT -8
Another chuckle. "A man of my caliber does as he pleases, and as it so happens, it pleases me to sit here and entertain you." He gestured to the other people in the bar, a playful grimace on his face. "After all, I don't think I see anyone else quite so interesting-" He twisted around in his seat, facing her fully, "- as yourself. It's rare to find a pure gem. Everyone already engages in these frivolous activities. It's old news to them! But you-" He poked one finger out from his glass. "You've got a boatload of firsts to explore, don't you? That's far more fascinating than speaking to some old noble yammering about his dusty old wine cellar."
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Loralyn
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 21
Physical Description: Loralyn stands at a modest 5'5" and is elegantly proportioned into a pear shape. Her hair falls in contained blonde ringlets that tend to bounce along with her motions.She has deep brown eyes that seem to constantly be assessing and analyzing a situation.
Clothes and Equipment: She is typically seen wearing gowns befitting of a tavern singer. She tries to keep herself as modest as possible while keeping her allure. She often wears heels to accentuate her height.
Registered: Dec 17, 2018 16:22:15 GMT -8
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Post by Loralyn on Dec 29, 2019 20:53:14 GMT -8
A small giggle escaped her at his last comment and she ducked her head a bit at that before glancing at him. "... I... I suppose I can see the appeal. I've had to stand by quite a few of those conversations." She murmured softly, giving a slight grimace before she tilted the goblet back up to her lips, taking another sip of wine.
She shivered a bit at the warm tingle that followed the sip down her throat. It was an odd feeling- the burn of alcohol- but not one that was unwelcome. Just like the thrumming of her heart, it sent her head into a pleasant tingle. "But you have already taken two of my firsts. My first conversation with someone that wasn't... chosen by my father and my first drink that had alcohol... both which seem to be quite enjoyable." She said with another little giggle as she took another sip. "Why would a 'pure gem' as you say be more interesting than one that's already been polished? Surely you could engage a lot more with them. And it may be a touch less awkward along the way."
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 25
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale, Vasco is your typical, run-of-the-mill vampire. He's got a head of choppy blonde hair that drops down his back, often held together in a ponytail.
His eyes are a pale, icy green, yet in times of thirst they bleed an angry red.
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Clothes and Equipment: It goes without saying that Vasco prefers the color black. His armor, made mostly of leather, includes a small shoulder plate and a mithril vambrace on his right arm. Now and again, when he feels that making an entrance is more important than stealth, he dons a cape.
Vasco carries a rapier with him that carries a venom in the blade. Every time it breeches skin, a bit of it will enter the bloodstream, introducing a neurotoxin that will paralyze a small area.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 21:15:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vasco Correa on Jan 2, 2020 14:08:16 GMT -8
The young man wrinkled his nose. "You're saying that you have never spoken to anyone by your own volition? Because of your father."
That one hit a little too close to home.
"How old did you say you were?"
Perhaps it made sense if she was quite young, and indeed she might have been, but Vasco had his doubts. He stewed on it for a good moment. Perhaps she was the daughter of some kind of noble? A runaway princess, perhaps? Oh, the possibilities!
"Well, who's to say that isn't endearing? That awkwardness, how genuinely coy you are. The fact that even if you tried to lie to me right now you just wouldn't be able to pull it off." He kept that crooked smile. "How few people in the world are just like you. Rare and coveted."
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Loralyn
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 21
Physical Description: Loralyn stands at a modest 5'5" and is elegantly proportioned into a pear shape. Her hair falls in contained blonde ringlets that tend to bounce along with her motions.She has deep brown eyes that seem to constantly be assessing and analyzing a situation.
Clothes and Equipment: She is typically seen wearing gowns befitting of a tavern singer. She tries to keep herself as modest as possible while keeping her allure. She often wears heels to accentuate her height.
Registered: Dec 17, 2018 16:22:15 GMT -8
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Post by Loralyn on Jan 3, 2020 23:47:46 GMT -8
Oh, that simply was not fair. Instinctively Loralyn's hands came back up to her cheeks as her face burned. It wasn't exactly something that she hadn't ever heard before. Her father had said things largely to the same effect as that- that she was too perfect, too pure to allow the outside world to taint her in any way. That all that he had given her and taught her made her very special- his treasure in fact. But that was just what a father was meant to say, wasn't it? Having someone- someone she'd only just met no less say so... Oh, she felt light-headed. And it wasn't just because of the alcohol.
The shy giggle might have been a result of the alcohol though. "O-Oh stop. Y-You're being ridiculous..." She murmured as she took up her goblet again, unable to look him in the eye as she worried at the base of her goblet. "You're starting to sound like my father." She teased lightly before thinking back to his questions. "As for your questions.. I... Well... Father is just... He is very preoccupied with my safety. So he doesn't allow me to talk with anyone he has not thoroughly vetted himself... I... We lost my mother when I was very young. So I understand why he does as he does... even now." She said with a soft sigh, her blush receding as the threads of guilt started to surface again and her hands tightened around the goblet. "... I've just turned one and twenty years old.. well, tonight actually. It's... my birthday." She admitted awkwardly giving him a half shrug.
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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 Jan 4, 2020 0:01:08 GMT -8
Fiona raises an eyebrow at the man, completely spurning her advances. “I wonder what she’s done to you…” she murmurs as she slips off the chair and stands. She takes a moment to adjust her dress, then steps towards the tall man, sizing him up. “It takes a man of great self control to turn down this,” she says as she gestures to herself. “I have to respect that. You must get a lot done.” Then she realizes, what if he just doesn’t like women? Hm. Well, she’d find out eventually.
She steps back and grabs the bag of money. If she gets this home quick enough, she could be back at the party and make another quick sack of coins in no time. Tonight is proving to be profitable. “Well, Marshall,” she says as she ties the bag to her waist. “I’ll see you next time.” And the time after that, and the time after that if they keep paying her this well. She opens the door, but looks over her shoulder one last time. “You know where to find me if you need me, for work… or for play.” She winks, and heads out the door. Laying it on a little thick, but sometimes the brainwashed needed it to be made a little more obvious.
What a strange fellow… still, the night is young, and she’s fresh as a daisy. Time to make some cash.
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 25
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale, Vasco is your typical, run-of-the-mill vampire. He's got a head of choppy blonde hair that drops down his back, often held together in a ponytail.
His eyes are a pale, icy green, yet in times of thirst they bleed an angry red.
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Clothes and Equipment: It goes without saying that Vasco prefers the color black. His armor, made mostly of leather, includes a small shoulder plate and a mithril vambrace on his right arm. Now and again, when he feels that making an entrance is more important than stealth, he dons a cape.
Vasco carries a rapier with him that carries a venom in the blade. Every time it breeches skin, a bit of it will enter the bloodstream, introducing a neurotoxin that will paralyze a small area.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 21:15:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vasco Correa on Jan 12, 2020 20:03:47 GMT -8
When she mentioned he sounded like her father, it took every ounce of self-control to not wrinkle his nose and scoff. There was a small twitch in his eye.
"Well, we're going to change that. I bet I can say a lot of things that your father wouldn't dare utter in your presence." His voice dropped when he spoke, became a soft rumble accompanied by a gaze that was so hungry but also dared for her to hunger back. I was so brief, it was gone in a flicker, replaced with that smile that said he hadn't a care in the world.
He took a sip and said, "Your birthday? And do you plan to spend the entire night in this establishment or were you looking to explore other freedoms before you're locked away in your castle again?"
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Loralyn
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 21
Physical Description: Loralyn stands at a modest 5'5" and is elegantly proportioned into a pear shape. Her hair falls in contained blonde ringlets that tend to bounce along with her motions.She has deep brown eyes that seem to constantly be assessing and analyzing a situation.
Clothes and Equipment: She is typically seen wearing gowns befitting of a tavern singer. She tries to keep herself as modest as possible while keeping her allure. She often wears heels to accentuate her height.
Registered: Dec 17, 2018 16:22:15 GMT -8
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Post by Loralyn on Jan 14, 2020 21:18:57 GMT -8
Loralyn swore her heart stopped for a moment as her eyes met Vasco's. The look in his eye was so foreign to her and yet in some way, it still called to her in a primitive way. Her body had slightly listed in his direction, her throat tight and her lips parted as if to ask what exactly he meant by 'things her father wouldn't dare utter in her presence'. But when the look vanished-replaced by the familiar smile- the spell broke and Loralyn blinked once before she seemed to start a bit before sitting straight in her chair again turning away to look into her cup- heart thudding away.
What was that? What was this feeling burning in her chest and her gut? It almost scared her. As well as the fact her mind still kept turning trying to figure out what exactly he'd really meant by things her father wouldn't say.
Her attention was diverted- only slightly by his following questions, but Loralyn couldn't find it in her to look him in the eye again. At least not until she calmed her galloping heart. "Well, I... I ... Well..." She stammered for a moment, her voice a bit unsteady still before she cleared her throat. "... I-In truth I... I didn't even really think I'd... get this far. Just the fact I... Somehow slipped out of my room- walked out on my own in the moonlight and stumbled into a place my father would never let me step foot in... It's more than I ever hoped." She said with a small smile as she looked at her reflection in her wine, smiling softly as her heart beat started to ease slightly. "I honestly only knew about this ... drinking hall because I overheard one of my guards talking about it one evening. I really thought I would've been caught by n-" Her tone had become rather giggly again as she started to look up again- her composure returning. What greeted her when she brought her eyes up though, made all the rosiness in her cheeks drain from her face as she saw the familiar faces of two guards wandering in, boisterously shoving at each other ready to get drunk and make merry after their shift.
Immediately she reached back and yanked her hood down low over her face, huddling low in her chair clutching her goblet in a state of panic. "Santo cielo."
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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 Jan 15, 2020 19:19:33 GMT -8
Almost two weeks after her last adventure into the Starlight Dawn, the doors open and in slips the notorious, beautiful, Fiona Blythe, her hair shimmering in waves as it cascades over her shoulders, and a rich, dark brown in colour. She looks almost better than she usually does, in her form fitting black dress, showing just enough cleavage to leave something for the imagination, but leaving people wanting more. She walks with a certain grace, the tail of her dress gliding comfortably behind her as she makes her way to the bar.
Why did she come to the Starlight Dawn? Usually it would be to make some coin, but tonight she’s celebrating her birthday. Her age isn’t important, nor would she reveal it, but what is important is that there’s no pressure to make money, and instead just to have some fun. If she made some money along the way, well, that’s just a bonus.
She makes her way to the bar and slips onto the one the bar stools, a smile across her plump, ruby red lips that contrast the deep green of her eyes. The courtesan places some coins on the bar and orders a drink, a tall glass of red wine to start the night off. Would she be drinking alone? She had said she would be here to her friends, but considering its short notice she isn’t entirely certain many could make it. Her closest friend, Yelan, certainly couldn’t but they had already made other plans for the next night, and probably the morning after. She could barely wait.
In the meantime though, the birthday girl sits at the bar, eyeing the clientele, wondering how many people she would recognize, or how many would recognize her. Perhaps she could even advertise her new business venture… but no, she deems it far too early.
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Bria Hornraven
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 20s
Physical Description: 6'3 and 176, with medium brown skin and long, curly black hair. He has slight stubble. The right side of his face is heavily scarred and mangled, and tinted slightly purple due to the magic that caused his deformity. He has dark blue eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: He usually wears heavy robes, purple and black, with a purple mask covering the right side of his face. Underneath his robes, he wears common clothes and wouldn't stand out much. He has usually has a tome that he carries around on his person.
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Player's online availability : EST / Fairly often
Registered: May 5, 2019 8:01:27 GMT -8
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Post by Bria Hornraven on Jan 16, 2020 4:44:15 GMT -8
“I hate drinking, you know.”
Bria finished the shot in his hand, allowing himself a full body shudder before sliding the glass back to the bartender. He was just on the edge of drunk, a few drinks more and he might find himself ass up on the streets of Isra, but he intended to stay right on that edge. His movements were wobbly as he reached into his bag, pulling out a few more coins. He was about to put them on the table when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching the bar. Long, dark hair and a slender form, one he was sure the men of the bar would want to find themselves buried in later that night.
He was not one of those men, however.
“Howdy,” he said as the woman sat down next to him. Closer he saw a practiced hand had applied lipstick, and a practiced mind had cut the dress just so. “Wine, huh? ‘s pretty fancy, and you’re dressed up pretty… fancy. Wha’s the occasion?”
His brain was firing on about half cylinders, and half of those were dedicated to thinking how under dressed he felt compared to her. His robes were folded and put aside in his bag, leaving a loose shirt that showed far too much of his chest, and a pair of dark trousers. The part he was most concerned about now was the mask, though. He didn’t intend it to be too scary, but he wondered how he might look at that moment, slurring and hiding part of his face while talking to a nice woman.
Well, he presumed she was nice. She looked nice. He could tell that fairly well. At least she would listen. He had spouted off non sequiturs for a while now and had gotten little more than a pity nod.
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