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 19, 2020 16:26:35 GMT -8
Fiona had noticed the strange man standing at the bar when she walked in, but these days strange people were easy to come by. Every Tom, Dick, and Harry had a story to tell, something to try and make themselves unique, but those that really tried hard to be different wore it on their sleeves, or in this man’s case, his face. Perhaps it's a pessimistic outlook, and some people would even call her a bitch for thinking that, but thankfully she tends to keep such an opinion to herself. Does it sound arrogant? Yes. Does she know this? Absolutely.
Her scan of the crowd is interrupted when he addresses her. Of course he would, why wouldn’t he? He’s obviously had more than a few drinks, and she looked… well, the way she did. She looks to him and a lovely smile tugs at her red lips. “Some fancy wine, a fancy dress, I dare say I may be a fancy woman,” she says with an air of amusement. “And if you must know, I’m celebrating.”
She takes a good long sip of her red wine as she looks him over properly. At least he seemed to dress okay. “My turn to ask a question I should think,” she says as her eyes go back to his. “What are you hiding behind that mask? I wasn’t told there was a masquerade on tonight, and…” she looks around again. “I think you may be the only one partaking. Are you sure you have the right place?”
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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 19, 2020 17:30:08 GMT -8
"Then it seems destiny willed you all the way here. Surely that's the reason you've gotten this far," he told her as he leaned against the counter again. He looked at her so intently, as though she were a gem casting light onto everything around her. He continued, musing on he later bits of her escape. "Guards? My, my, Loralyn. Is there something you're not telling me? Sounds like daddy dearest is some kind of big wig. Or perhaps..." He trailed off, following her gaze, catching her tiny gasp.
Leaning his head towards her, he talked in a whisper. "Amigos de tuyo?" He raised his eyebrows. Huffed in laughter. "Let's get out of here, eh? After all, there's much more to see."
He tilted the wineglass back and finished it all.
"And it's getting a little too stuffy in here for my tastes."
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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 19, 2020 18:16:45 GMT -8
“Celebratin’? Wha’s to celebrate?” Celebrating managing to find a dress that skimpy? If Bria was attracted to women, he’d find much more appreciation in Fiona’s appearance. Not that she wasn’t pretty, he just found it more an aesthetic beauty rather than one he’d find sexually appealing. He set the coin down on the counter and motioned for another drink, a particularly stout looking concoction that he threw back with little effort.
The mood changed when he was asked about his mask. He shifted in his seat and tapped his fingers against his chin, willing his brain to think of something to say. He might get in trouble if he spoke too specifically about his family, so he chose to stay vague. His hand gripped the bottom of the mask and he lifted it to show just a portion of the scar tissue before moving it back into place.
“My face got all - all fucked up when I was a kid. ‘s real scary, so I hide it so th’ people don’t uh, run away in fear.” On the last part, he made a wiggling motion with his fingers, smiling though his tone suggested a level of sadness.
“‘s fine, though. Jus’ a scar. What are you celebratin’? Seems like a lonely celebration if you came here all alone like. I mean, I imagine th' men come easily to you. I usually have to uh, look pretty hard for mine." The joke wasn't funny in the slightest but he guffawed anyways. A few hours later, when he woke up with a splitting headache, he'd find this the most regrettable moment thus far. The night and conversation were young, though. He ordered another drink and motioned to Fiona.
"Wan' one or do you wanna uh, stay with the wine? I don' blame you, this shit is fuckin' awful. I don' know why I chose to drink tonight. Oh, I'm uh, not tryin' to flirt either. Promise."
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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 20, 2020 16:08:42 GMT -8
Loralyn gave a semi-panicked nod as she kept the deep hood as low as she possibly could over her face. She should have known that they would show up here, I mean she had heard of the place from them after all. It was a comfort that they didn't seem to be looking for someone, just there for a drink or something similar so she hadn't been found out just yet. She hurriedly put the goblet down, still keeping her hood low in the direction of the men that were ambling up to the bar.
Instinctively her hand reached out to take Vasco's, her hand shaking just slightly in nervousness as she held his hand in her soft thin ones. Hands that had never truly seen a hard day's work. "Please. They can't see me here. Not just for my sake but quite a few people who helped me slip out would be in an awful amount of trouble. I'd be in your debt..." Her warm eyes were looking up at him beseechingly before they flicked over his shoulder and hurried away down into her lap, with a bounce of blonde ringlets as the men approached the bar.
The man closest to them blinked as if her hair had somehow caught the light and flicked it into his eye. He frowned slightly as he shifted slightly trying to get a better look at the hooded figure, though with the others between them he couldn't really get a clear view.
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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 20, 2020 18:58:04 GMT -8
Vasco's head tilted ever so slightly in surprise when the girl clung to him. Slowly, a smile melted onto his face as he flicked out his cloak and swept it to her right. With one hand holding hers, he used the other to scoop a hand under her knees and gently lift her from the seat before lowering her to the ground, keeping her inside the dark garment. At the corner of his eye, he caught the guard trying to peer at them. Lifting his hood, he began to lead them out the door.
"Oh, darling, I did say you should've brought something warmer but you just don't listen!" he announced just a little louder than he needed to. "And now look at you. How much have you had to drink tonight? You're just like your aunties. Off to bed with you tonight!"
She would feel the tremble of his ribs as he held back another laugh.
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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 20, 2020 20:50:49 GMT -8
Loralyn's eyes widened as she was suddenly enveloped by a familiar scent that she couldn't quite put a name to, but was so familiar it made her heart skip even faster than it already had been from fear. It was like... The scent that drifted in from her window after a morning shower. Earthy and rich and soothing, like nature had been nourished. And then she was lifted and swung around before gently being set on her feet again. She hardly heard what he was declaring so loudly because now the scent was all around her. She had no idea what it felt like to be drunk- her first few sips of alcohol had been just moments before, but she could swear she was going to get drunk off the scent. What was presumably Vasco's scent?
She accidentally played the part of a drunk woman very well as she leaned into Vasco before she could stop herself inhaling deeply, before letting out a little giggle as she felt his ribs vibrate from the smothered laugh. It was him. She stayed leaning into him as they walked out of the tavern, in a bit of a haze. "Thank you." She murmured softly against his chest as they made it out into the night air.
The guard that had been trying to get a look at them frowned as he saw the flutter of the cloak concealing the woman from his gaze before they made their way out. Seeing the blonde mop of hair with the cloaked figure, he figured that must have been what he saw. There was no way Garrido's daughter could be out in this tavern with a random man. That would be utter madness.
And suicide on the man's part.
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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 Feb 4, 2020 0:08:56 GMT -8
Fiona’s curiosity is sated when he lifts the mask, but doesn’t seem to react. She’s gotten good at that, not giving away her emotions when they generally aren’t favourable. “Ah,” she says before sipping her drink. “I understand. That’s as fair reason I’ve ever heard.” She generally liked scars, like a small gash or a battle scar, it was almost sexy, but ones that bad were a little more of a turnoff. That turnoff could easily be countered by the turnon of money, however, but she had yet to see how the night would shake out. “I’ve seen worse, but I’m glad you’ve found a way to make yourself comfortable.”
The second part of his little speech served to lower her chances of making a client out of him, which didn’t really come as a relief or disappointment. It would have been just business, really. She gives a small chuckle, perhaps even a pity chuckle, at his own joke. “Yes, they do come easily to me, but some rarely have the coin to afford me,” she says, making her job a little more obvious. “And I’m celebrating my birthday, thank you for asking. Unfortunately many of my friends are indisposed today, but I have plans with many of them in the coming days.” It’s true too, from brunches to dinners, drinks to sexual encounters, many of her friends had offered to do many different things during the week ahead.
“I’ll stick to wine, thank you,” she answers him, raising her glass. “If its so awful, why not stop drinking it? It would be a waste of coin, wouldn’t it?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. “And I hadn’t noticed if it was flirting or not, if I’m honest. I thought it was just the strange speech of someone who has had one too many bad drinks.” She chuckles at that, indicating her little joke, even if it really isn’t one.
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Aya Prinn
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 25
Physical Description: :::::::::::
She is of an average height, 5'5" roughly.
dark, curly hair and gray, inquisitive eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: :::::::::::
She wears flowing gowns of filmy material
Jewelry in gold and silver, some gems
Jeweled dagger
Registered: Mar 24, 2017 8:31:13 GMT -8
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Post by Aya Prinn on Feb 7, 2020 19:01:10 GMT -8
It had been a long day… She had parted ways with Jochi because it was understood he was going to meet with the Empress on this day. She wasn’t sure when he would arrive, so she went ahead an ordered stew for herself and cream for the kittens. Those three were curled up in her cloak at that point, sleeping off the dairy while she sat and ate the stew. In the time that she sat there, she was deep in thought about her future. Was she now just a wanderer, not meant to be a companion? It was starting to feel that way. There too was a new development in the time the two of them traveled together. Though they didn’t know each other too well yet, she was noticing him in a way she was trying not to. A passing fancy, she thought… That is all. She pushed the mostly empty bowl away from her with a wrinkled nose, and then took a swig of ale. Ahh, now that was more like it. She might look out of place drinking ale, but it was refreshing, so she didn’t seem to care at all. Still, she kept looking toward the entrance, feeling anxious for him to be there. Too many people around, she thought nervously. That was it, she had gotten used to his company! That sounded more reasonable in her mind and she accepted that for what it was.
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Jochi
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 20
Physical Description: Lean, tan, long-haired, and strapping, this young man takes great pride in his personal appearance- and for good reason! He's often seen with an impish smile on his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Jochi enjoys a wide assortment of colorful clothing, usually made of dyed cotton or wool, with an occasional expensive item made of silk.
He also carries a flute, his weapon of choice as a bard, though he is also armed with a long knife, usually used for skinning animals.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Oct 21, 2018 19:02:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jochi on Feb 7, 2020 21:30:33 GMT -8
The doors swung open, and through them came the man himself. He was dressed in something other than the colorful sheepskin and silks that he was wearing when Aya had first met him. Instead, he picked up something that made the man look a little more Isran: a white blouse, a snug russet jerkin, blonde breeches that disappeared beneath long, sturdy boots, and a heavy fur-lined cloak. His hair was let loose around his head, keeping his neck warm.
He smiled at Aya.
"I have returned!" he said merrily, bounding up to her. "And I'm rather flattered you decided to wait after all. The Queen did not need to see me after all: it seems she has already been in contact with a princess from my lands. Because of this, it seems my quest is done." A sullen weight befell him as his gaze dropped. "I have come all this way for naught." And it picked up, just a little. "But this means I will be able to accompany you, wherever you like. It seems that my home will be safe... for a little while longer."
He reached out a hand and pet one of the kittens, a warm, if disappointed, smile on his face.
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Aya Prinn
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 25
Physical Description: :::::::::::
She is of an average height, 5'5" roughly.
dark, curly hair and gray, inquisitive eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: :::::::::::
She wears flowing gowns of filmy material
Jewelry in gold and silver, some gems
Jeweled dagger
Registered: Mar 24, 2017 8:31:13 GMT -8
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Post by Aya Prinn on Feb 8, 2020 8:17:03 GMT -8
At the sight of him entering the establishment, she perked up and felt a little bit of excitement to see him. Passing fancy indeed. But as she watched him advance inward, she could tell there was something bothering him. He told her soon enough and she understood his disappointment. "You were hoping to see her today even still, aye?" she asked softly and reached out to touch his arm. She wanted to hug him but wasn't sure that it was a good idea. She watched as he played with the kitten while trying to act like he wasn't disappointed when he so clearly was.
She tilted her head and said, "I don't have a particular destination. I... don't have a home to go to. I don't know what to do, honestly. I would love to keep traveling with you. We can still see the Usque if you would like." She felt like she was awkward at the moment. She wasn't really complaining about not knowing where to go from where they were, but rather, giving him some idea as to what she is doing with her life at the moment. She was also trying to ease his mind from the disappointment he felt because she didn't like that he was feeling down. Not him, not the man with the seemingly free spirit.
Even the kitten seemed to try and cheer him up, purring loudly at being pet and giving his hand a few rough tongued kisses as well as a tiny little mew.
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Jochi
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 20
Physical Description: Lean, tan, long-haired, and strapping, this young man takes great pride in his personal appearance- and for good reason! He's often seen with an impish smile on his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Jochi enjoys a wide assortment of colorful clothing, usually made of dyed cotton or wool, with an occasional expensive item made of silk.
He also carries a flute, his weapon of choice as a bard, though he is also armed with a long knife, usually used for skinning animals.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Oct 21, 2018 19:02:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jochi on Feb 8, 2020 17:20:28 GMT -8
"... yes," he admitted. His head hung low, bangs covering his shame. "Thousands upon thousands of leagues traveled, only to hear that I was beaten by a small girl and her guard because she wanted to attend a fun party." His shame was palpable. "And, in doing so, delayed a war. I shouldn't complain, this is quite a good thing, even if it does feel like a kick to the gut."
Lifting his head, he plastered on a defeated smile. "That only means that I must embark on a new adventure, and as luck would have it, you and I were already planning on one." The sparkle in his eyes did show something genuine about his excitement for this. "Why don't we discuss it over a drink. And a meal! Have you eaten?"
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Aya Prinn
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 25
Physical Description: :::::::::::
She is of an average height, 5'5" roughly.
dark, curly hair and gray, inquisitive eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: :::::::::::
She wears flowing gowns of filmy material
Jewelry in gold and silver, some gems
Jeweled dagger
Registered: Mar 24, 2017 8:31:13 GMT -8
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Post by Aya Prinn on Feb 8, 2020 18:31:41 GMT -8
“There is no shame in the journey you’ve made. Besides, if you hadn’t come along, I wouldn’t have met you! Now you get to travel with a smart small girl.” She patted his arm. She pretended to be cocky and looked at her fingernails, “I’d say that is a nice consolation prize.” Then she grew serious, “Don’t worry, Jochi, your time will come. When it does, it will be momentous.” And she meant it. How could she not?
“Oh, I did, but I didn’t eat it all. I am not so hungry today,” heat crept into her cheeks as to the reason why (something she was trying not to think about). “I am looking forward to an adventure…” She gave a pause and blurted out, “With you. Um. How about ale? Or is there something else you would like? I haven’t tried very many things of this nature, only wine. I did have some ale just now.”
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Jochi
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 20
Physical Description: Lean, tan, long-haired, and strapping, this young man takes great pride in his personal appearance- and for good reason! He's often seen with an impish smile on his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Jochi enjoys a wide assortment of colorful clothing, usually made of dyed cotton or wool, with an occasional expensive item made of silk.
He also carries a flute, his weapon of choice as a bard, though he is also armed with a long knife, usually used for skinning animals.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Oct 21, 2018 19:02:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jochi on Feb 11, 2020 14:38:04 GMT -8
Jochi glanced down at Aya's hand, then up at her eyes as she spoke. Before, the cheery bard held off on his typical advances. After all, he had just finished escorting one woman who was plagued by memories of war right before he stumbled upon Aya, who was lost in the woods with a handful of kittens. It didn't seem like the place, the time... but now, here they were.
A sly smile took its place upon his lips, eyes bouncing with a glee that previously had been muted. He leaned an elbow on the counter and mused, taking one of the kittens onto his shoulder.
"Yes, I'm looking forward to it, as well. Ale? I've only had kumis and a few other drinks from my homeland. I believe I'd like to try this ale." With this in mind, he dashed several coins onto the counter. "You know, this is a very strange way to pay for things. In Giant's Hand, we do not have coins, but we do trade the things we have in our possession for others. That does not seem to happen so much here."
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Aya Prinn
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 25
Physical Description: :::::::::::
She is of an average height, 5'5" roughly.
dark, curly hair and gray, inquisitive eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: :::::::::::
She wears flowing gowns of filmy material
Jewelry in gold and silver, some gems
Jeweled dagger
Registered: Mar 24, 2017 8:31:13 GMT -8
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Post by Aya Prinn on Feb 11, 2020 17:32:26 GMT -8
She didn't look away as that smile played on his lips, but she wondered why it was so sly looking. The bartender brought some ale when she requested more, and she handed him the tankard. "It might take some getting used to." She lifted her own tankard and took a sip. She eyed him then to gauge his reaction when he did taste the ale, knowing he might not like it because it was probably unlike anything he had tried otherwise. Aya set her elbow on the counter as well, leaning her chin upon her fist as she looked his way.
"So this adventure... do you have any idea what it will be?" she asked in curiosity. She wondered what he had in mind for this. A smile formed on her lips as she watched the kitten perch trustingly on his shoulder, curling his little tail around himself and purring happily. The other two kittens hopped up onto his lap wanting attention too. She took one of them and snuggled him to her breast.
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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 Feb 13, 2020 8:12:07 GMT -8
“Birthday, huh? Tha’s pretty cool. I’unno my birthday, to be honest with ya. I think it's…” The pause is longer than the sentence itself. He looked down at his drink for the duration, eyes widening for just a moment before he shook his head and looked back at Fiona.
“Sorry, I forgot what I was saying. Ah, anyways, I hope your ah, birthday is a good one. How old are ya turning?” The potential rudeness of this question is lost on him. He finished his drink and tapped the table for another one, ignoring the downright annoyed look from the bartender. Bria hadn’t made any friends tonight, quite the opposite.
When asked about the drinks, he shrugged. “Why does anyone drink, y’know? It tastes like shit but it helps you uh… forget.” He snorted at his own rhyme.
“But it’s like, y’know, you drink ‘cause your life sucks and you kinda want it to suck a little less. Why I drink on occasion, at least, but I usually try not to. I don’t like having my brain feel all weird. Brain-weirdness is how you get uh, killed. You could be an assassin for all I know, or someone from my family. I’unno which is worse.”
The next drink was finished quickly, and Bria was starting to edge towards what some may call blistered drunk.
“So, like, how does a prostitute celebrate her birthday? I mean, with guys, you can get ‘im a prostitute or somethin’ and it’s all good, but uhm, what do you get a prostitute? Another prostitute?”
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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 Feb 13, 2020 18:32:34 GMT -8
Fiona smirks and huffs with amusement at his first question. “My age is my own business,” she says, not caring to discuss her age in the slightest. She’s still got her youth, and definitely still has her looks, but its always a reminder that one day she might not have either. Its a good thing she has a wealth of savings! “And you would do kindly to leave it at that.” She does show a little concern for how much he’s drinking, but it would inevitably be amusing when he gets thrown out, at the very least.
“Sounds like a terrible reason to drink,” she says before sipping her wine. “And a terrible waste of coin. You could spend all that coin on something nice for yourself, if you’re so downtrodden. Save it, go somewhere else and start anew. So many possibilities instead of waking up in the gutter and inevitably remembering all the things you were trying to forget.”
Finally, she shrugs at the strange, drunken man. “Like anybody else, really. I may be a courtesan, but I’m still a person like anybody else. I’m most certainly not defined by my career, mind you.” She lifts her glass and smiles. “So I come out for a celebratory drink, perhaps dance, eat some cake, much like everyone else. Some of these things are delayed because of scheduling, but it’ll happen through the week, I’m sure.” She sips her glass, then chuckles. “As for what would you get a courtesan? Easy. Anything you would get a woman on her birthday. Another prostitute is also acceptable, I suppose.”
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Jochi
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 20
Physical Description: Lean, tan, long-haired, and strapping, this young man takes great pride in his personal appearance- and for good reason! He's often seen with an impish smile on his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Jochi enjoys a wide assortment of colorful clothing, usually made of dyed cotton or wool, with an occasional expensive item made of silk.
He also carries a flute, his weapon of choice as a bard, though he is also armed with a long knife, usually used for skinning animals.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Oct 21, 2018 19:02:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jochi on Feb 20, 2020 15:42:28 GMT -8
"Well, you see-" began Jochi, just as the tankard was plopped onto the counter in front of them. With big, wondrous eyes, he reached out his hands to take the cup and tilt it back into his mouth. A large wave of ale fell past his lips, and he only just set the tankard down as it filled past, up to his nose. Laughing with his mouth full, he wiped his face and began to swallow the bitter liquid, filled with a taste that was rather new to him. His brow quirked as he picked apart the flavors, finding one above all others. It almost tasted like...
"Juniper?" he questioned after a cough, clearing his airways. "How strange! And quite bitter, though I think I could get used to this." He briefly took another sip, nodded, then continued. "Let's see... perhaps no danger from anyone in particular, but I know not what lies between Isra and the Usque. Perhaps you have better insights?"
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Aya Prinn
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Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 25
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She is of an average height, 5'5" roughly.
dark, curly hair and gray, inquisitive eyes.
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She wears flowing gowns of filmy material
Jewelry in gold and silver, some gems
Jeweled dagger
Registered: Mar 24, 2017 8:31:13 GMT -8
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Post by Aya Prinn on Feb 20, 2020 20:19:31 GMT -8
She liked his reaction to the ale, which caused her to prop her elbow on the counter and her chin on her fist so she could watch him in relative comfort; something she hardly realized she was doing really. His joy at the bitter drink brought a smile to her lips. His laughter was like a ray of sunshine on a rainy day and... Oh, dear. She straightened up and had a most comical expression upon her pretty face like the cat that got caught stealing the cream. His question almost flew passed her ears!
"Oh... uh... yes, juniper," she said as if she knew anything about the flavors in ale. "It takes getting used to for certain," she added, at least knowing that much. When he continued, she grew serious and then had to think about his question. "Well... the Usque is an entity unto itself as far as I remember. I do know that it can be dangerous to outsiders. But there is room for plenty of adventures."
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