Maribel Correa
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Physical Description: As tall as her sister, Maribel stands at six feet with broad shoulders. Pale, as all vampires are, the blue shade of undeath tinges her complexion. Her hair is a light enough blonde to nearly be white.
Her figure is extremely athletic and robust, though not unfeminine. One might describe her as "Amazonian."
Normally, her eyes are black. When hungry, they become orange.
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Clothes and Equipment: Much more modest than her sister, Maribel enjoys neck-high dresses and shawls. If anything compliments her figure, it is normally covered by a cloak or a mantle.
The woman's favorite weapon is a bladed whip, which she uses with great mastery.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Dec 6, 2018 18:56:01 GMT -8
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Post by Maribel Correa on Dec 17, 2019 12:57:27 GMT -8
"With prices like those, I wonder if he already had an idea what was in them," said the vampire.
Ah, here it was. This was the main event as far as Maribel was concerned, and her fan went up swiftly. Upon it, there was the black head of a dog with a sword in its jaws.
Her eyes flicked downward as she watched if anyone else had an interest in the old coffin. They then flicked up again to observe Icaroth. How much would she bid, she wondered. She had a limit on the books but was the coffin a different matter?
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Raphael Garrdio
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 46
Physical Description: Raphael is an imposing man. Standing at just over 195 centimeters, the man towers over most. Everything about him is sharp and cut- cheekbones, jawline, the cut of his shoulders- everything is crisp and calculated to the correct angle. His eyes are a light swampy hazel, but it makes it no less piercing. He is mostly clean-shaven but for the mustache and goatee he sports. His hair is a sleek dark brown, carefully sculpted away from his face.
Clothes and Equipment: Raphael is always sharply dressed. Whether it be a suit or a doublet. Never has he been seen in anything not just so perfect. He prefers darker colors and does dress well, but not too opulently. Tasteful- never gaudy.
Registered: Dec 19, 2019 12:39:17 GMT -8
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Post by Raphael Garrdio on Jan 1, 2020 22:03:29 GMT -8
In the midst of the new item being rolled out to the stage, the door to the balcony which held Maribel and Icaroth seats opened nearly silently as another figure joined them. He was silent as he crossed the space, eerily so. His eyes scanned the stage and the crowd with clear disinterest- regarding everything with a cool distance as he moved to the open seat by Maribel. He moved his calculating stare to the others that had already taken their seats. He recognized the elder- she was of little interest to him business-wise so he had remained friendly but only just- generally having an idea of her importance in the governance. The other, however, he slowed his steps fractionally to examine her silhouette. She was new- he'd heard a new member had joined the upper ranks. He took stock of her form from behind, cataloging the features he could see, adjusting his behavior accordingly as he resumed normal speed.
"Excuse my tardiness- I had matters to attend to that detained me." He spoke silently as to not interrupt the current bid. His voice was honeyed- but not so much that it was sickly sweet. More like the rumble of thunder from a summer storm approaching- with the same hint of something dangerous and volatile hiding behind it. Seeing as the elder seemed otherwise engaged-he focused his attention on the new woman- cataloging her facial structure as well now that he could see it. "Forgive me if I interrupt your focus, Domina, but I don't believe we've met." He mused as he came around to his seat, slowly stooping into a half bow. "Raphael Garrido a la orden." He introduced as he slowly raised back up holding his hand out to her, palm up. There was a smooth accent covering his words that was difficult to place but reverberated with every syllable.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Jan 7, 2020 20:15:19 GMT -8
Several fans went up after Maribel’s, the majority of them belonging to some of the shadiest looking of the individuals present. It seemed most of the people interested in this coffin were cut from a similar cloth.
“How’d you like to make a deal, Maribel?” Grandma asked, surreptitiously looking at the woman from the corner of her eyes. “My only interest with the coffin is knowing what’s inside it. I don’t care about owning it so much as having my curiosity satisfied. Should you win the bid, I’ll pay ten percent of the final price to you in addition to not bidding against you myself. All I ask is that you let me watch when you open it up.”
Lips curving up slightly, Grandma waited to judge Maribel’s response. Then Raphael arrived. She knew little of the man other than seeing him at past auctions, but anyone on the council was worth keeping an eye on. Given it seemed his business was with Maribel, Grandma was perfectly content to listen in on their conversation.
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Maribel Correa
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Physical Description: As tall as her sister, Maribel stands at six feet with broad shoulders. Pale, as all vampires are, the blue shade of undeath tinges her complexion. Her hair is a light enough blonde to nearly be white.
Her figure is extremely athletic and robust, though not unfeminine. One might describe her as "Amazonian."
Normally, her eyes are black. When hungry, they become orange.
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Clothes and Equipment: Much more modest than her sister, Maribel enjoys neck-high dresses and shawls. If anything compliments her figure, it is normally covered by a cloak or a mantle.
The woman's favorite weapon is a bladed whip, which she uses with great mastery.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Dec 6, 2018 18:56:01 GMT -8
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Post by Maribel Correa on Jan 12, 2020 19:19:47 GMT -8
The vampire watched as the fans went up, waiting patiently for others to ponder and decide that it was worth it after all. A pause swelled up in the auction house as she listened to Icaroth's deal. An eyebrow flickered up. So did the edges of her lips. Before the pause burst, her fan lifted. Even as she felt a presence approaching, she mouthed something silently to Grandma before addressing the other council member.
He had quite the presence. It was much different than Icaroth's but just as distinct. When he looked upon her, she imagined a crocodile approaching her in the water; did it know it preyed upon a jaguar?
She noted the Rondi name, giving him her own, "Maribel Correa." Her eyes scrolled him up and down. "I've been here before, but I'm new to the council. A pleasure."
And a smile.
"Icaroth and I were discussing the coffin. Quite a beauty. Did you have your eye on it?"
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Raphael Garrdio
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 46
Physical Description: Raphael is an imposing man. Standing at just over 195 centimeters, the man towers over most. Everything about him is sharp and cut- cheekbones, jawline, the cut of his shoulders- everything is crisp and calculated to the correct angle. His eyes are a light swampy hazel, but it makes it no less piercing. He is mostly clean-shaven but for the mustache and goatee he sports. His hair is a sleek dark brown, carefully sculpted away from his face.
Clothes and Equipment: Raphael is always sharply dressed. Whether it be a suit or a doublet. Never has he been seen in anything not just so perfect. He prefers darker colors and does dress well, but not too opulently. Tasteful- never gaudy.
Registered: Dec 19, 2019 12:39:17 GMT -8
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Post by Raphael Garrdio on Jan 14, 2020 20:39:51 GMT -8
If Raphael was offended that Maribel hadn't taken his hand, he did not show it, merely folding his fingers inwards one at a time as he withdrew and went to take his seat. "I did not as it were. Coffins have their place and belong to los muertos. The living has no need of them till they join them." He mused simply as his eyes flicked out over the crowd. "I can understand the desire for beauty. Like calls to like." As the off-handed compliment slipped from his lips he settled in comfortably into his seat.
"I extend my welcome to the Council Doña Correa and Doña Icaroth. It is a pleasure. Especially you Doña Correa. That is a Rondi name is it not. It has been long since I've spoken with another from my country."
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Jan 14, 2020 23:53:02 GMT -8
Satisfied with Maribel’s response, Grandma offered her a nod to conclude the discussion of that matter.
Raphael’s mention of "the desire for beauty" brought a slight quirk to Grandma’s lips. She’d heard a few rumors regarding the “beauty” he brought to the auction. While it was one of the only things she had heard about him, she had no qualms making a few assumptions about him until she got further information.
“I’m pleased to finally meet you… Señor Garrdio. I hope that is the right word to address one such as yourself from Rondon, my knowledge is a bit rusty when it comes to your nation. Save for the wine, I’m quite up to date on that particular subject.” Letting out a slight chuckle at her final comment, Grandma shifted slightly in her seat to partially face Raphael.
On the auction floor below, the bidding had slowed significantly, but there were still a handful of figures left who still seemed intent on acquiring the coffin. A dwarf clad in golden armor raised his paddle, leaving the bid sitting at five thousand.
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Maribel Correa
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Physical Description: As tall as her sister, Maribel stands at six feet with broad shoulders. Pale, as all vampires are, the blue shade of undeath tinges her complexion. Her hair is a light enough blonde to nearly be white.
Her figure is extremely athletic and robust, though not unfeminine. One might describe her as "Amazonian."
Normally, her eyes are black. When hungry, they become orange.
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Clothes and Equipment: Much more modest than her sister, Maribel enjoys neck-high dresses and shawls. If anything compliments her figure, it is normally covered by a cloak or a mantle.
The woman's favorite weapon is a bladed whip, which she uses with great mastery.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Dec 6, 2018 18:56:01 GMT -8
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Post by Maribel Correa on Jan 16, 2020 18:58:08 GMT -8
Maribel followed his eyes intently, transfixed as though a string connected them. It stayed this way, a tiny little smile on her face until he sat down and she saw another bid go up.
Her fan flashed again.
"Don Garrdio," the vampire said, correcting her elderly company. "If we wish to give him the same courtesy as he has shown us, that is."
The smile, as she glanced at him, grew for just a moment.
"It has been so long. My sister and my son are both Rondi, but rare it is that I find our people in Isra. How comforting and nostalgic it is to hear the Rondi lilt from someone else."
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Raphael Garrdio
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 46
Physical Description: Raphael is an imposing man. Standing at just over 195 centimeters, the man towers over most. Everything about him is sharp and cut- cheekbones, jawline, the cut of his shoulders- everything is crisp and calculated to the correct angle. His eyes are a light swampy hazel, but it makes it no less piercing. He is mostly clean-shaven but for the mustache and goatee he sports. His hair is a sleek dark brown, carefully sculpted away from his face.
Clothes and Equipment: Raphael is always sharply dressed. Whether it be a suit or a doublet. Never has he been seen in anything not just so perfect. He prefers darker colors and does dress well, but not too opulently. Tasteful- never gaudy.
Registered: Dec 19, 2019 12:39:17 GMT -8
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Post by Raphael Garrdio on Jan 18, 2020 12:57:05 GMT -8
There was a small flicker in Raphael's eye when she mentioned her son but it was so brief one might've thought they imagined it. His smile grew as well. "I could not agree more. Rondon is a beautiful county. I cannot fault others for not following our steps to come to Isra. It has been far too long since I have gone back. Business keeps me here as it were." He mused as he watched the stir amongst the crowd as the bid for the tomb rose higher. He really could not understand the appeal.
"Are the rest of your family members as well Doña Correa? A family outing as it were?" He asked offhandedly as if he was merely making pleasant conversation.
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The Broker
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: 56
Physical Description: A rather fat little goblin wearing richly embroidered robes of green and blue. He has a bit of wispy white hair and wears a single ring with a large oversized ruby.
Registered: Nov 3, 2016 10:00:46 GMT -8
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Post by The Broker on Jan 18, 2020 18:10:39 GMT -8
After Maribel’s fan went up, there was yet again a pause as her fellow competition contemplated whether or not they were willing to go any higher. Fortunately for her, it seemed her competition lacked the funds to take it further.
“The ancient coffin, potentially filled with countless treasures going for only five thousand one hundred! Going Once! Going Twice!”
Glancing around at the crowd, the goblin let out a slight sigh of disappointment before looking up in the direction of Maribel.
“Sold to the woman with the dog and sword for five thousand one hundred! Next up we will be having an intermission, all those who have won items are free to collect them now or wait until the end of the auction. In the meantime, please enjoy the various pleasures that the Fine Eye has to offer you! Food, drink, companionship, and much more!”
Clapping his hands together, The Broker scuttled off the stage, several of the auctions workers immediately moving towards the coffin to move it off the stage.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Jan 18, 2020 18:36:32 GMT -8
“Ah, Don… I see, thank you for the correction. It also seems you have won the coffin... Congratulations on the victory, Maribel. I shall see to it that I hold up my end of our agreement. To that end, I must bid the pair of you farewell.”
Rising from her seat with some assistance from her cane, Grandma surveyed the auction floor below before turning back to Raphael and Maribel.
“A pleasure meeting the both of you, Doña Correa, Don Garrdio. I shall be seeing both of you again soon I suspect, but until next time.” While Grandma's tone was friendly, it was slightly more distant than it had been when she was just speaking to Maribel one-on-one.
There was someone else here she wished to meet, and she had a very strong suspicion where she could go to find them. While she didn’t have any items to collect herself, she did need to make good on her agreement with Maribel… Yes, that was why she was going to the item collection area.
It had only taken her a few minutes to arrive, a feat not possibly had she just walked. But she had good reason to make haste over here. The books hadn’t yet been collected, so it was simply a matter of time…
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Foxgloves
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on Jan 19, 2020 15:28:27 GMT -8
Grandma wouldn't have to wait long before Foxgloves wandered over, an empty burlap sack slung over his shoulder. Despite the cost, he was quite satisfied with his purchase, and would have whistled if he'd had the lips to do so. As he approached the table, he spotted the old woman from before and wondered what she was doing there. She was the reason he'd had to pay such an exorbitant price, but he didn't begrudge her for it. That was how the game was played, after all, and he'd won in the end. There was something strange about her, though. Something that told him that she was no ordinary old crone. Had he seen her somewhere? His memory was usually impeccable, but for some reason he couldn't quite place her. Perhaps it was the mask that was throwing him off. His inability to recall exactly where he'd seen her made him nervous, and he edged around the outskirts of the collection area to try and avoid her. There were some dangerous characters at this auction, and he didn't have any friends here yet. Better to get his books and return quietly to his seat.
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Maribel Correa
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Physical Description: As tall as her sister, Maribel stands at six feet with broad shoulders. Pale, as all vampires are, the blue shade of undeath tinges her complexion. Her hair is a light enough blonde to nearly be white.
Her figure is extremely athletic and robust, though not unfeminine. One might describe her as "Amazonian."
Normally, her eyes are black. When hungry, they become orange.
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Clothes and Equipment: Much more modest than her sister, Maribel enjoys neck-high dresses and shawls. If anything compliments her figure, it is normally covered by a cloak or a mantle.
The woman's favorite weapon is a bladed whip, which she uses with great mastery.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Dec 6, 2018 18:56:01 GMT -8
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Post by Maribel Correa on Jan 19, 2020 18:03:29 GMT -8
"Why, yes. My son is waiting for the next part of the auction where they'll be selling slaves. The boy is not comfortable with anything less than four wives, you see. He hopes to find one here and make himself seem a hero to her. Nieve- but oh, you know how the young are." She twirled her hand in a dismissive motion, rolling her eyes with a laugh.
The laugh grew high and shrill briefly as the goblin announced her the winner. She raised her hands to clap deftly. "It certainly has been an interesting time having you in my presence, Icaroth. In short time." She bowed her head, not finishing her sentence completely.
"Do you have family here, Don Garrido? Or family at all?" the vampire asked as she rose from her seat. "Walk with me, will you?"
She offered her hand to help him up.
Though her smile was pleasant, a look in her spoke differently. Was it amusement?
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Raphael Garrdio
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 46
Physical Description: Raphael is an imposing man. Standing at just over 195 centimeters, the man towers over most. Everything about him is sharp and cut- cheekbones, jawline, the cut of his shoulders- everything is crisp and calculated to the correct angle. His eyes are a light swampy hazel, but it makes it no less piercing. He is mostly clean-shaven but for the mustache and goatee he sports. His hair is a sleek dark brown, carefully sculpted away from his face.
Clothes and Equipment: Raphael is always sharply dressed. Whether it be a suit or a doublet. Never has he been seen in anything not just so perfect. He prefers darker colors and does dress well, but not too opulently. Tasteful- never gaudy.
Registered: Dec 19, 2019 12:39:17 GMT -8
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Post by Raphael Garrdio on Jan 20, 2020 16:49:41 GMT -8
Raphael's eyes drifted up to Maribel's eyes, meeting hers. In response to the amusement, there was his own, though it was mingled with his own confidence and intrigue, or what looked like it. Everything about the man seemed to be a carefully crafted act meant to entice those of a weaker will. He seemed fascinated to find what appeared to be his match.
"I will." He hummed as he took her offered hand. In a smooth motion, he rose and adjusted so her hand sat in the crook of his arm as he began to guide her down where she could inspect the prize she'd won.
"I do not have any family here as you would likely call them, no. Mi preciosura, mi joya, mi tesoro... is not here. Not yet, at least. She will be making her appearance very soon." He said with a pleased smile curving on his lips. "Though she does not know it yet."
He walked with a confidence that made most, swerve out of their path, bowing their heads deeply. Not a single of females serving daring to look him in the eye. "Oh, and I know quite well of the naivete of the young. Purchasing a woman is no simple task however. Should he need assistance, I would be more than happy to advise him. For example, should he want a woman to wife, I would not suggest the majority of the wares going up today." He said with a small chuckle. "They are far too broken for such a task." He mused with-just horrifyingly enough-slightest smile on his face. "Unless that is his preference, of course."
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Maribel Correa
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Physical Description: As tall as her sister, Maribel stands at six feet with broad shoulders. Pale, as all vampires are, the blue shade of undeath tinges her complexion. Her hair is a light enough blonde to nearly be white.
Her figure is extremely athletic and robust, though not unfeminine. One might describe her as "Amazonian."
Normally, her eyes are black. When hungry, they become orange.
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Clothes and Equipment: Much more modest than her sister, Maribel enjoys neck-high dresses and shawls. If anything compliments her figure, it is normally covered by a cloak or a mantle.
The woman's favorite weapon is a bladed whip, which she uses with great mastery.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Dec 6, 2018 18:56:01 GMT -8
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Post by Maribel Correa on Jan 20, 2020 19:33:25 GMT -8
Just a little taller than her, Raphael and Maribel were quite the intimidating pair. Not just their height, but their domineering strides said something of their status- monetary and otherwise. Maribel's dress billowed out behind her as they descended into the rooms below, not far behind Icaroth and the masked figure.
"Oh, I see you have a particularly adoring prize. I am sure my son would love someone that grand. He does like the high society types, you know. It would be easy to get a beggar from the side of the road and pretty it up but he prefers someone with more status."
This was a lie, but completely convincing.
"Will she be under the impression that she is being married off or will she realize that she's being sold like a pretty casket?"
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Raphael Garrdio
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 46
Physical Description: Raphael is an imposing man. Standing at just over 195 centimeters, the man towers over most. Everything about him is sharp and cut- cheekbones, jawline, the cut of his shoulders- everything is crisp and calculated to the correct angle. His eyes are a light swampy hazel, but it makes it no less piercing. He is mostly clean-shaven but for the mustache and goatee he sports. His hair is a sleek dark brown, carefully sculpted away from his face.
Clothes and Equipment: Raphael is always sharply dressed. Whether it be a suit or a doublet. Never has he been seen in anything not just so perfect. He prefers darker colors and does dress well, but not too opulently. Tasteful- never gaudy.
Registered: Dec 19, 2019 12:39:17 GMT -8
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Post by Raphael Garrdio on Jan 20, 2020 21:08:24 GMT -8
The smile on Raphael's face only grew with her question, but he didn't look terribly surprised. "I thought you were a clever one Doña Correa." He mused, a hint of approval in his tone.
"Some clients like to see during the bid, the moment when the wares realize. The moment they shatter, seeing something behind their eyes break like glass into a million pieces. It can be quite beautiful in its own right to witness." He continued walking around the masked man and Icaroth to go to where the casket was kept. "So for something as fine a treasure as mi joya, I could do nothing but the best. She will not know till the moment she is on the stage next to the Broker. Perhaps not even until she is in the hands of the victor of the bid, searching for me. The young are so naive as you know." He continued again with another small chuckle, shaking his head slightly.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Jan 20, 2020 23:11:00 GMT -8
There was her peculiar competitor, and just on time! Here to pick up his books no doubt. The grip on her cane tightening, the old woman slowly made her way towards Foxgloves, her gaze bearing down upon his back. The click click click of her cane on the tiled floor ensured her approach was anything but stealthy.
“Ah, a fellow competitor in the pursuit of knowledge! I was hoping I might find you over here.” While Grandma’s veil obscured her grin, the amusement in her voice was plain to hear.
The swish of robes and incessant tap tap tap of her cane growing louder as she continued to close the distance between her and Foxgloves.
“There are few who would pay such a price for knowledge, especially knowledge they don’t know the value of…” Slowing to a halt just a few feet away from Foxgloves, Grandma let her words trail off.
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Maribel Correa
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Physical Description: As tall as her sister, Maribel stands at six feet with broad shoulders. Pale, as all vampires are, the blue shade of undeath tinges her complexion. Her hair is a light enough blonde to nearly be white.
Her figure is extremely athletic and robust, though not unfeminine. One might describe her as "Amazonian."
Normally, her eyes are black. When hungry, they become orange.
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Clothes and Equipment: Much more modest than her sister, Maribel enjoys neck-high dresses and shawls. If anything compliments her figure, it is normally covered by a cloak or a mantle.
The woman's favorite weapon is a bladed whip, which she uses with great mastery.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Dec 6, 2018 18:56:01 GMT -8
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Post by Maribel Correa on Jan 21, 2020 9:51:56 GMT -8
"Moreso when you keep them blind. How little children know of the guardians they rely so heavily upon. Teach them that they have no one else and they willingly accept it, till their very soul is hostage to you." She tapped a thoughtful finger on her chin. "I am familiar with this expression, though for very different reasons. Perhaps I will be able to see your work firsthand."
When they came to the casket, the matriarch pulled away from Raphael to delicately run her fingers across its surface. Two young children- they couldn't have been older than twelve, pale, frozen in time, dressed in frills and suits- stepped up to regard Maribel. She flicked a hand to them, then to the door. "Take it to my room. I do not wish to bestow a plague upon the people here if that what awaits us."
The children bowed, then reached out their tiny hands to lift the stone coffin... which they did with ease. It was carried off soberly, the children so small that they vanished behind their charge, making it seem as though the casket had two sets of legs.
She passed a tiny glance at Icaroth, hoping she caught the movement of their prize. The vampire then turned ti face Raphael once more, her hands clasping together at her chest.
"We have a few minutes until the next auction. Would you like a drink?"
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Foxgloves
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on Jan 22, 2020 5:30:25 GMT -8
Foxgloves heard the sharp click of the cane approaching behind him and turned, the points of his hood drooping down when he realized exactly who it was. What did she want with him? Surely it couldn't be anything good. Foxgloves was not typically a worrier, but this woman made him worried. There was something about her that he couldn't quite place, something that made him feel as though she wasn't exactly as she appeared. There was nothing to be done about it though, and he stopped walking to let her catch up.
"Can you put a price on knowledge?" he replied. "I'd think that it's even more valuable without knowing what's inside. It's entirely new to me, completely fresh in my mind. Doesn't it make you wonder how long it's been since anybody has known what's in these books? Just think of the secrets they hold."
Stepping over to the books themselves, he unshouldered the sack and held it open in front of the pile. A multitude of tiny white hands stretched out from within the bag, picking up the books and arranging them carefully within.
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Raphael Garrdio
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 46
Physical Description: Raphael is an imposing man. Standing at just over 195 centimeters, the man towers over most. Everything about him is sharp and cut- cheekbones, jawline, the cut of his shoulders- everything is crisp and calculated to the correct angle. His eyes are a light swampy hazel, but it makes it no less piercing. He is mostly clean-shaven but for the mustache and goatee he sports. His hair is a sleek dark brown, carefully sculpted away from his face.
Clothes and Equipment: Raphael is always sharply dressed. Whether it be a suit or a doublet. Never has he been seen in anything not just so perfect. He prefers darker colors and does dress well, but not too opulently. Tasteful- never gaudy.
Registered: Dec 19, 2019 12:39:17 GMT -8
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Post by Raphael Garrdio on Jan 22, 2020 12:20:01 GMT -8
Raphael's easy smile only grew with her perceived interest in his wares and he bowed his head just so. "If you come to the next auction, I would be happy to show you some of my wares. Especially mi joya should she be here the next event." He mused before he allowed her to slip from his grasp to inspect her purchase. He regarded it with a slightly perked brow as she roved his hands over it. Close now, Raphael decidedly did not appreciate the coffins' presence. He was a decidedly shrewd man- one had to be in his profession and had a remarkable ability to detect danger. And whatever was inside that coffin set off an alarm in his mind. But he said nothing, as it was not his place.
He was about to offer his men to help her move it to his room- especially when he saw the two children she summoned to carry it off but he saw his offer was wholly unneeded as he watched the children easily tote the coffin that was easily several times their combined body weight away. He turned his eye to Maribel then, studying her carefully, gears working in his mind before she turned back to him. His easy smile returned to his face as he turned those sharp eyes to her face.
"I would love one if you would join me. I'm thinking something... red." He mused as he offered his arm to her again, his eyes innocent enough, though there was a playful edge in his smile.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
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An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Jan 23, 2020 13:02:29 GMT -8
Planting her cane firmly in front of her, Grandma rested both her hands on it, leaning in towards Foxgloves. This was exactly the type of answer she herself would give, but it wasn’t necessarily a common sentiment. This creature… He intrigued her.
“I agree with you completely. But it’s rather uncommon I come across someone who would give an answer that aligns with my own beliefs so similarly...” Grandma paused for a moment, the rings on her hands gleaming strangely in the artificial light of the auction. Eyes wandering over to Foxgloves bag, Grandma let out a dry chuckle as the hands reached out from the bag.
“You have quite a few little friends there. Do they enjoy uncovering secrets as much as you?” Despite the absurd question, Grandma’s tone was completely serious. “Also, I don’t think I’ve yet introduced myself to you—please forgive my rudeness. Icaroth is the name I go by here at the auction.”
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