The Fine Eye
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Roleplay posts: 4
Registered: Dec 4, 2019 16:24:08 GMT -8
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Post by The Fine Eye on Dec 4, 2019 18:39:19 GMT -8
 The Fine Eye’s entrance is not a static location. A small rusted shed, the local baker’s shop, or perhaps even an oak tree; all these things could be an entrance into the auction. The building the auction itself is held in is a sprawling citadel, numerous towers, and levels sprouting from its base to rise higher and higher into the sky. Yet the most unusual feature of this building is the several titanic rings that encase it. Between the gaps in these rings is a barrier of some sort. The barrier completely surrounds the auction from all sides both top and bottom. Much like the entrance to the auction, the location of the citadel itself is also ever-changing. From the remote frozen north to the vast deserts of the south, those inside the citadel will see a variety of views on any given day. |
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Vasco Correa
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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 20:18:42 GMT -8
Vasco entered The Fine Eye.
He was clad in his finest: a dramatic indigo cloak lined with the mane of a manticore, a pearly blouse worn under an incredibly intricate black doublet that was braided with golden thread, pale breeches that matched his shirt, followed by a pair of tights that vanished beneath black leather shoes with silver buckles. His hair was swept to the side and combed back with a bit of olive oil. His locks were secured to the back of his head with a bit of twine.
Needless to say, the vampire was absolutely dashing. The cloak swept behind him in waves, its flutter alerting those of his entrance. After all, everyone should know they are in the presence of greatness. He was doing them an incredible favor by having them realize it before he was gone.
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Salovan Laurefort
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Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 20s
Physical Description: Salovan is a slender, graceful young man who is often mistaken for a woman. He has delicate features and pale skin. His hair is long and brown, and usually has small braids within it. He has heterochromia, with one eye being a dark blue and the other being yellow.
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Clothes and Equipment: Salovan dresses much like a young prince is expected to, with much jewelry and fine clothing. He enjoys clothing that is comfortable and flowing, just adding to his androgynous appearance.
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Registered: Jan 2, 2020 10:36:36 GMT -8
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Post by Salovan Laurefort on Jan 21, 2020 10:20:35 GMT -8
Salovan never liked to think of himself as creepy.
People-watching, he called it. He would watch people enter and exit the Fine Eye with a quirked eyebrow and a glass of wine that always seemed to be full. Not that he was the only one looking, anyways. He got a few stares here and there, though he supposed he looked out of place. His outfit was flowing and loose, cream colored fabric that was accented by reds and yellows on the trims. His hair was flowing and brown, soft to the touch with small braids throughout. He looked the part of the young prince, too innocent to be anywhere near a place like this.
His eyes, though, may stand out. They scanned everyone with the eye of a butcher looking at a particularly fat hog. He smiled. He shook hands. He spoke with boyish cadence.
He waited.
A young man entering the auction caught his eye quickly. He looked delicious, covered in finery that screamed wealth and power. That was the fun part though, wasn’t it? With languid movements, Salovan made his way through the groups of chattering patrons and towards this young man. He sipped his wine with one hand and held out his other. One may notice the golden rings on each finger. One may also notice that there seemed to be specks of brown in the nooks and crannies.
“You look rather dashing,” he said. “That outfit is gorgeous. Where did you get it?”
Another sip of his wine. He smiled, just at the edge of too wide to be comfortable.
“My name is Salovan. It’s a pleasure to meet you, my dear…?”
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Vasco Correa
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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 22, 2020 21:40:17 GMT -8
Upon being complimented, Vasco spun around to face the intensely pretty young man that spoke. Popping a pleased smile at him, the vampire spun his hands through the air and gestured to his ensemble. "I'm happy you noticed. I slew the manticore myself, but Raelyn Fletcher put all the rest together. She's a talented seamstress in Isra. Glad to know they had them there," he answered, running his fingers through the mane.
"Vasco," he answered again. "Of the Correa Familia. We've been members for a little while now. And you?" He pointed to the strange young man, all of him, head to toe. "Not doing too bad yourself."
Not as fabulous as himself, but his mother told him to stop saying that to people at the auction.
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Hans Billingr
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Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 48
Physical Description: Doctor Hans Billingr is of rather mediocre height, standing at an even 6 feet standing fully erect, though that seems to be quite rare from his profession. He is well built and muscled, probably from lugging patients on and off his operating tables in record numbers.
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Clothes and Equipment: Hans wears rather plain clothes, perhaps because anything too fancy would get ruined from the amount of fluids he deals with daily. Vests of tweed, white shirts, simple ties and slacks comprise his usual everyday wear, while at work it's joined with an apron to try and prevent the worst of stains. He does have a peacoat for foul weather.
Among his equipment is a variety of medical tools for impromptu operations from physicals to surgeries.
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Allegiances: Isra
Registered: May 31, 2019 17:43:46 GMT -8
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Post by Hans Billingr on Jan 23, 2020 17:58:48 GMT -8
The alleyway was not unaccustomed to its current occupant, his pace a cadence of a blackened brogues of dubious origin clapping on wet flagstaffs joined with the clip of the steel end of cane on the opposite pace. The dreary weather seemed to match the pacer, embraced in grey homburg and peacoat, buttoned as high as possible. The only splash of color visible other than his cheeks and nose was the red and black checkered scarf wrapped tight around his neck.
"Hatschi! Ah, Gesundheit meinself." He laughed eerily to himself, wiping away the spittle of the sneeze on a not quite white handkerchief. Not quite white because despite frequent washings there was no true way to get blood out of fabric, and all the stains had formed one off color of brown and rusty red. Shoving back into his pocket he looked up, his round spectacles foggy from the condensation from his breath. A rather sound argument against those who claimed he was cold blooded.
He stopped in front of a dilapidated door, with holes that one could pitch a particularly rambunctious cat through from the end of the alley with ease. Even though the door looked like it had been worn before the cataclysm, the occupant knew for a fact this was the first time he was seeing it. Reaching into the same pocket that the beyond filthy rag was in, he pulled out a rather worn piece of parchment with an odd eye etched onto it. Holding it to the door, it swung open and he stepped through.
And into the entrance room. Sniffling still he spied the two fops, well as much as he could with his fogged spectacles. He could guess they were fops because despite his clogged nose they reeked of rather expensive wines and cologne. And olive oil for some reason. Odd character that.
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Salovan Laurefort
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Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 20s
Physical Description: Salovan is a slender, graceful young man who is often mistaken for a woman. He has delicate features and pale skin. His hair is long and brown, and usually has small braids within it. He has heterochromia, with one eye being a dark blue and the other being yellow.
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Clothes and Equipment: Salovan dresses much like a young prince is expected to, with much jewelry and fine clothing. He enjoys clothing that is comfortable and flowing, just adding to his androgynous appearance.
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Registered: Jan 2, 2020 10:36:36 GMT -8
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Post by Salovan Laurefort on Jan 28, 2020 14:05:33 GMT -8
“Slew a manticore? You didn’t hire people to do it for you? I’m impressed.” The cloak was gorgeous though, Salovan couldn’t deny that. He might have to look into this manticore thing himself at some point, hire some mercenaries to go slay one and bring it back. It couldn’t be that difficult, though he wouldn’t be caught dead wrestling with a beast like that.
“As for myself? Salovan Laurefort, crown prince of… Well, I suppose that doesn’t matter. Would you like something to drink?” He raised a hand and made a twirling motion with his finger. A plainly dressed man jerked as he got up suddenly, practically running off to get a drink for Vasco. In fact, a closer inspection would reveal that there were two others close to Salovan in the same clothing. Pure black shirt and trousers, and their appearances so plain that they might as well blend into the wall. Each one kept darting their gaze from Salovan, to Vasco, to each other to give a sympathetic gaze.
The rest of Salovan's wine was drained in a single gulp. His mouth opened to begin in another tirade but he paused when the door opened and another man walked in. Not as handsome, in fact quite the opposite. Salovan would have to keep himself quite far away from this one. Father always told him to avoid the less fortunate, something about their bad luck being able to spread. He knew that it was silly, but the disarray was clear and spelled of a man unable to keep business and pleasure separate.
“Quite an interesting crowd tonight. Tell me, what are you here for this evening? My business tends to be in, ah, living property though you seem a man more into the exquisite. Humans are filthy creatures."
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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 30, 2020 10:17:56 GMT -8
Vasco could hardly put in a word before this man was getting him a pour of white wine. His eyebrows raised, impressed. "Not even my mother's thralls are that swift on a normal day." The vampire smiled at them, giving a small fingery wave.
He took a small sip before answering his new company's queries. "I'm here to choose a wife from the many lovely ladies they have in stock. I'm rather picky so I haven't found anyone who caters to my tastes quite yet, but I'm going to be some girl's hero when the time comes. There aren't enough damsels in distress out in the world, so I have to look in a place such as this. Most have learned to fight in some way or another and either die in combat or fend off some creature themselves. A little sad, to be quite honest, but at least there are still places that supply." He gestured to the building around them.
That's when he noticed the burn on judgment on the back of his head. His brow wrinkled as he turned around, glaring at the square-faced lunk that had just entered The Fine Eye. He made a light shrug and spread his arms out at the man, asking "Do you have a problem, sir?"
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Hans Billingr
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Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 48
Physical Description: Doctor Hans Billingr is of rather mediocre height, standing at an even 6 feet standing fully erect, though that seems to be quite rare from his profession. He is well built and muscled, probably from lugging patients on and off his operating tables in record numbers.
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Clothes and Equipment: Hans wears rather plain clothes, perhaps because anything too fancy would get ruined from the amount of fluids he deals with daily. Vests of tweed, white shirts, simple ties and slacks comprise his usual everyday wear, while at work it's joined with an apron to try and prevent the worst of stains. He does have a peacoat for foul weather.
Among his equipment is a variety of medical tools for impromptu operations from physicals to surgeries.
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Allegiances: Isra
Registered: May 31, 2019 17:43:46 GMT -8
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Post by Hans Billingr on Feb 1, 2020 11:32:12 GMT -8
Ah, he did not expect to be called out of his not quite stare, as the fog was still lifting on the polished glass of the spectacles. Pulling them off he gently rubbed them on the sleeve of his coat. "Nein, I hafe nein problem," the man replied as he looked down with squinted eyes.
"Zere is nozing wrong vith buying vifes from ze dealers of flesch," he continued, as he brought up his glasses and squinted at them from a distance to see how clear they were. Pulling them on he waltzed through his retort, "zere is nozing wrong vith smelling of masking perfumes and olive oil, like trying to hide ze scent of rotten meat before zrowing it in ze pan. In fine cheekbones zat hide behind a pretty face nozing but contempt."
He took a step forward to exit towards the auction floor, his cane pacing along with him, and finished, "Nein, ze problem is not vith me, it is vith you."
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Throdhas, of the Blue-Crag
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Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 47
Physical Description: About 6'7", with a very muscular build.
Throdhas has dark hair and sharp teeth, with small and beady, yet intelligent eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Throdhas wears heavy armor, and wields a large battle-axe. He also has a summoning horn, to summon his goblin forces.
Allegiances: Blue-Crag goblins.
Registered: Aug 4, 2019 15:00:48 GMT -8
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Post by Throdhas, of the Blue-Crag on Feb 1, 2020 13:59:39 GMT -8
Throdhas glanced at the goblins behind him. "Continue getting the supplies ready. I must introduce myself and make sure we're all set."
He turned towards the hole in the wall of the cave, entering into The Fine Eye.
He emerged, looking around at the few bystanders.
Flexing his fingers, he approached them. "Excuse me, but might one of you know where I need to go to make sure I am cleared for selling at the auction?"
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The Fine Eye
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Roleplay posts: 5
Registered: Jan 23, 2020 13:13:04 GMT -8
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Post by The Fine Eye on Feb 6, 2020 18:17:39 GMT -8
A small child, whispy-haired, pallid, with ruddy cheeks and hollow blue eyes, skittered up to the goblin king, giving him a bow. "Hello, sir. I am Niko. If you follow me I will show you to the auction floor where we can study your wares." He lifted a hand and gestured to the hall. "Right this way." |
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Salovan Laurefort
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Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 20s
Physical Description: Salovan is a slender, graceful young man who is often mistaken for a woman. He has delicate features and pale skin. His hair is long and brown, and usually has small braids within it. He has heterochromia, with one eye being a dark blue and the other being yellow.
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Clothes and Equipment: Salovan dresses much like a young prince is expected to, with much jewelry and fine clothing. He enjoys clothing that is comfortable and flowing, just adding to his androgynous appearance.
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Registered: Jan 2, 2020 10:36:36 GMT -8
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Post by Salovan Laurefort on Feb 13, 2020 8:21:37 GMT -8
Salovan allowed himself a smile, though it may seem more like a grimace. A wife?
“A wife? Oh dear, you fall in love with them? How fascinating. I’d be the villain in your hero fantasy, I’d say. I like them for what they can provide me. Blood, entertainment, whatever I ask of them. It’s amazing what you can make a human do if you hurt them enough. Fragile things, we are, able to be so easily convinced because people are afraid of death. I’m very afraid of death myself, Mr. Correa, which is why I take in the people I do. Blood has a lot of medicinal properties. Thrice a day, I bathe in blood in order to keep my skin fresh and to reverse the processes of aging.” He was enjoying this far too much, voice breathy as he continued.
The servant came back, handing both men their drinks. Salovan used his free hand to ruffle the man’s hair before waving his hand to dismiss him.
“A wife, though, I like that idea. Do you mean wife in the real sense? Marriage and all? Dress the girl up and throw her in front of a crowd, oh yes, I could find this entertaining…” He trailed off when Vasco began to threaten the strangely dressed man and the man began to speak back. Salovan simply took a drink, watching with bemusement.
“Oh dear, Mr. Correa, you may have to defend your honor. May not be able to catch a wife if you can’t win this one.”
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