Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Jan 23, 2020 12:43:38 GMT -8
Kasimir didn't have enough breath in her lungs to form words for a minute. Her head thumped onto the dirt, chest heaving as she gasped for air. A fine coat of sweat covered her body, rolling from her brow. She managed a snicker to his joke, patting him on the back. "I think we already have."
She slid her hand down her stomach and snorted, palms slick and sticky. "I'm going to need another dip in the springs." Rolling her eyes, she nearly laid back down, but for the first time after their tangle... saw his shins. Kas quirked her brows for the fifth time that evening. She reached forward to run her fingers along his strange, bent fibula, following the curve. "Just when I thought I'd seen everything, you surprise me. You called yourself an Av' earlier- I'm surprised I remember- but I've never met anyone like you before. I thought perhaps you were a magical faun of some sort. Wasn't I wrong?"
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Kahm'Tahrus
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Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 24
Physical Description: Kahm'Tahrus stands at just under the male average for Av', at 192cm (6'3"), with a lean, somewhat athletic build. He's no warrior, instead relying on his devilishly handsome good looks and silver tongue.
His skin is a light shade of pinkish-lavender, with a slightly lighter shade coating his long, well coiffed hair, and his eyes burn a brilliant gold. His horns curl back, then forward once again, and are crested with golden bands on each side, with his right horn adorned with a small sun trinket that dangles down from its middle.
His right arm sports several Av' traditional tattoos, but the rest of his body is unmarred and clear of any markings or even scars, a stark contrast to his elder sisters, a pair of Warrior Av'. He claims he wouldn't mind a scar, he thinks the ladies would like it, and his sisters are all too eager to help.
Clothes and Equipment: Kahm travels light, usually wearing a pair of nice, loose traveling breeches and a pair of nicely polished boots. He wears a lovely, always clean white shirt with a handful of buttons, purely for his audience's benefit, and usually a fine leather vest, studded and embroidered with golden thread.
On top of it all, he usually sports a fine purple, blue, and red coat, one that compliments his skin and catches the eye of anyone who isn't already caught by his singing or musical prowess.
For equipment, he brings along the standard Av' travel pack, a bedroll, a pot and pan, a hatchet, that sort of thing. Things that an Av' wouldn't be caught without, thinks to make basic shelter and meals.
His prized possessions, however, are his instruments. He carries a lute, a violin, and a flute with him wherever he goes, as music tends to be the way he chooses to spread joy and make coin.
Finally, in case of emergencies, he carries a dagger with him wherever he goes. His older sister, Shyv'Ahna always bugs him to carry something more substantial, but he always brushes it off. Then again, he wouldn't mind a rapier...
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Post by Kahm'Tahrus on Jan 23, 2020 14:41:01 GMT -8
The Av' smiles warmly at her laugh as he feels that happy little feeling in his chest of having made a friend. Or perhaps that's just the post coital bliss that ran through his veins. "Then I'm glad," he says, still looking up at the night sky. He pushes himself up onto his elbow and looks his sweat slicked lover over, a silly grin on his face and a warm glow in his eyes. "I don't know, I think it's a good look," he says. "Tells people you had a good time, but I get it. Perhaps I'll join you."
His grin alters a little, however, when his attention is brought back down below his belt again, but this time wouldn't be as fun. As Kasimir runs a finger down his fibula, he can't help but flex his strange feet, and although it's only natural to him he understood how strange it is to most other humanoids. "I'm one of the Av'rae," he explains, "You were wrong."
He lays back down with a tired sigh, but a smile stays on his handsome face. "I'm full of surprises, my friend," he continues. "In fact the rest of my kind may surprise you more. If you go into the mountains, you may find Av' that look very different to me. Or the deserts, or the snow, we have all… changed to suit where we live our lives." He looks back down at Kas' and gets a mischievous look in his eye. "In fact I may have one more surprise for you…" As he says it, there's a tap at Kas' shoulder, but there wouldn't be anything there. Then a tap at the other! This time it doesn't move, instead Kahm's tail flicks and rests on her shoulder.
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Jan 24, 2020 20:13:31 GMT -8
"Av'rae," said Kas, rolling the word around in her mouth. Not once had she heard of one, not that she could recall. Maybe once, long ago, from rumors in a tavern that she dismissed. "Well, I think I know a lot more now about who you are."
Just as she spoke, she felt something against her skin. She twisted around, looking to see what jokes he was playing with her... but he was still laying on the ground. Then... there it was again! She slapped her hand on the shoulder, catching the appendage in her fingers. Her eyes grew wide and her jaw gaped as she traced it to its source.
"How is it possible that I did not see this!" she exclaimed, giving it a little shake. "I just saw every other part of you! I just touched every other part of you!"
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Kahm'Tahrus
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 24
Physical Description: Kahm'Tahrus stands at just under the male average for Av', at 192cm (6'3"), with a lean, somewhat athletic build. He's no warrior, instead relying on his devilishly handsome good looks and silver tongue.
His skin is a light shade of pinkish-lavender, with a slightly lighter shade coating his long, well coiffed hair, and his eyes burn a brilliant gold. His horns curl back, then forward once again, and are crested with golden bands on each side, with his right horn adorned with a small sun trinket that dangles down from its middle.
His right arm sports several Av' traditional tattoos, but the rest of his body is unmarred and clear of any markings or even scars, a stark contrast to his elder sisters, a pair of Warrior Av'. He claims he wouldn't mind a scar, he thinks the ladies would like it, and his sisters are all too eager to help.
Clothes and Equipment: Kahm travels light, usually wearing a pair of nice, loose traveling breeches and a pair of nicely polished boots. He wears a lovely, always clean white shirt with a handful of buttons, purely for his audience's benefit, and usually a fine leather vest, studded and embroidered with golden thread.
On top of it all, he usually sports a fine purple, blue, and red coat, one that compliments his skin and catches the eye of anyone who isn't already caught by his singing or musical prowess.
For equipment, he brings along the standard Av' travel pack, a bedroll, a pot and pan, a hatchet, that sort of thing. Things that an Av' wouldn't be caught without, thinks to make basic shelter and meals.
His prized possessions, however, are his instruments. He carries a lute, a violin, and a flute with him wherever he goes, as music tends to be the way he chooses to spread joy and make coin.
Finally, in case of emergencies, he carries a dagger with him wherever he goes. His older sister, Shyv'Ahna always bugs him to carry something more substantial, but he always brushes it off. Then again, he wouldn't mind a rapier...
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Post by Kahm'Tahrus on Jan 24, 2020 21:29:24 GMT -8
"I can tell you all about us later," Kahm muses as he shifts his hands under his head, basking in the warmth of the fire and Kas's gaze. He would be the first to admit how much he enjoyed the attention, just as he would be the first to know how egotistical it made him look. At least he knows he's up himself! "There are many of us, but cast long and wide in search of a new home. My own sisters are scattered, as are my children with their mothers. I will see them all again soon though, this I am certain of."
His grin turns mischievous as she catches his tail, which flicks and wiggles in her grasp before going limp. "My friend, you did not see because are so focused on my front. I cannot blame you, of course, considering what we have just done and may do again, but my rear is a little jealous." The tail comes to life again, attempting to get loose.
"This may be the last of my little secrets," he says as he shifts up onto his elbows. "Physical, that is. Oh! Other than this." He opens his mouth and lets his long, long tongue slip out, at least an inch or two longer than the average human's. He winks before slipping it back into his mouth. "Humans seem amazed by it. Perhaps that is it though."
He reaches over and tip toes two fingers up Kas' arm and onto her shoulder, encouraging her back down to him. "Would you like to explore my body some more, Kas?" He asks with a warm smile. "I am yours to discover."
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Jan 25, 2020 19:44:06 GMT -8
Kas paused for a long moment as Kahm showed off an abnormally long tongue. Her grip on his tail loosened in her surprise, allowing him to tug it free. When he tried to convince her to lie back toward him, she swatted at his hand with a huff. "Well, it's a little too late for some of those things, now, isn't it?" she teased, gesturing to herself. All the implications were there, just not the words. She grabbed his hand and attempted to pull him up. "I, in the very least, need to rinse off and I'm much too bruised up to reach some spots. Help a woman out."
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Kahm'Tahrus
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 24
Physical Description: Kahm'Tahrus stands at just under the male average for Av', at 192cm (6'3"), with a lean, somewhat athletic build. He's no warrior, instead relying on his devilishly handsome good looks and silver tongue.
His skin is a light shade of pinkish-lavender, with a slightly lighter shade coating his long, well coiffed hair, and his eyes burn a brilliant gold. His horns curl back, then forward once again, and are crested with golden bands on each side, with his right horn adorned with a small sun trinket that dangles down from its middle.
His right arm sports several Av' traditional tattoos, but the rest of his body is unmarred and clear of any markings or even scars, a stark contrast to his elder sisters, a pair of Warrior Av'. He claims he wouldn't mind a scar, he thinks the ladies would like it, and his sisters are all too eager to help.
Clothes and Equipment: Kahm travels light, usually wearing a pair of nice, loose traveling breeches and a pair of nicely polished boots. He wears a lovely, always clean white shirt with a handful of buttons, purely for his audience's benefit, and usually a fine leather vest, studded and embroidered with golden thread.
On top of it all, he usually sports a fine purple, blue, and red coat, one that compliments his skin and catches the eye of anyone who isn't already caught by his singing or musical prowess.
For equipment, he brings along the standard Av' travel pack, a bedroll, a pot and pan, a hatchet, that sort of thing. Things that an Av' wouldn't be caught without, thinks to make basic shelter and meals.
His prized possessions, however, are his instruments. He carries a lute, a violin, and a flute with him wherever he goes, as music tends to be the way he chooses to spread joy and make coin.
Finally, in case of emergencies, he carries a dagger with him wherever he goes. His older sister, Shyv'Ahna always bugs him to carry something more substantial, but he always brushes it off. Then again, he wouldn't mind a rapier...
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Post by Kahm'Tahrus on Jan 26, 2020 16:54:38 GMT -8
“Ah, it may be too late for tonight,” Kahm says as he sits up with a warm grin. “But the road to Isra is long, a few days at least. There will be plenty of time.” As with Kas, the implication is there, just not the words.
He gets to his feet with a little help and stretches out to his full, somewhat impressive, height, then sighs in satisfaction. “Nothing like a roll in the dirt to loosen up, hm?” he asks with a cheeky grin. Then he nods dutifully, taking her hand and leading her towards the water’s edge. “Of course, my friend. It is the least I could do after such an evening. I think the tables of who owes who turned half way through. Wow.”
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Jan 30, 2020 11:10:00 GMT -8
Kas disappeared beneath the water for several long seconds, combing her fingers through her hair and relishing in the heat before she reemerged, taking in a big breath. She laid her hands on her hips and bent backward, feeling several bones pop and crack beneath her skin. A groan rumbled into a laugh at the Av's comments. She had scarcely been able to stop since they met.
"Did you expect a dead bird in the bush? Because this bird likes to be much the opposite," she joked, rolling her shoulders in another stretch. Pop. Pop. "I can't say you weren't a bit of a surprise, but you are a bard." The warrior smirked. "So I was a little prepared."
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Kahm'Tahrus
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 24
Physical Description: Kahm'Tahrus stands at just under the male average for Av', at 192cm (6'3"), with a lean, somewhat athletic build. He's no warrior, instead relying on his devilishly handsome good looks and silver tongue.
His skin is a light shade of pinkish-lavender, with a slightly lighter shade coating his long, well coiffed hair, and his eyes burn a brilliant gold. His horns curl back, then forward once again, and are crested with golden bands on each side, with his right horn adorned with a small sun trinket that dangles down from its middle.
His right arm sports several Av' traditional tattoos, but the rest of his body is unmarred and clear of any markings or even scars, a stark contrast to his elder sisters, a pair of Warrior Av'. He claims he wouldn't mind a scar, he thinks the ladies would like it, and his sisters are all too eager to help.
Clothes and Equipment: Kahm travels light, usually wearing a pair of nice, loose traveling breeches and a pair of nicely polished boots. He wears a lovely, always clean white shirt with a handful of buttons, purely for his audience's benefit, and usually a fine leather vest, studded and embroidered with golden thread.
On top of it all, he usually sports a fine purple, blue, and red coat, one that compliments his skin and catches the eye of anyone who isn't already caught by his singing or musical prowess.
For equipment, he brings along the standard Av' travel pack, a bedroll, a pot and pan, a hatchet, that sort of thing. Things that an Av' wouldn't be caught without, thinks to make basic shelter and meals.
His prized possessions, however, are his instruments. He carries a lute, a violin, and a flute with him wherever he goes, as music tends to be the way he chooses to spread joy and make coin.
Finally, in case of emergencies, he carries a dagger with him wherever he goes. His older sister, Shyv'Ahna always bugs him to carry something more substantial, but he always brushes it off. Then again, he wouldn't mind a rapier...
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Post by Kahm'Tahrus on Feb 3, 2020 23:12:51 GMT -8
The Av’ does very much the same, giving himself a quick dunk and a rinse over. His runs a hand through his hair, keeping it largely behind his impressive horns, then takes a few moments to play with the golden beads that cling to a handful of thin braids. Nice and polished now! He spends a few extra moments washing away the evidence of their activities, then steps towards Kas, intent on helping her scrub those hard to reach spots.
“A dead bird in the bush…” he repeats as he places his hands on her back and beginning to wipe away the dirt and mud that clung to it. “This is a new one. I like it, but ultimately no. I honestly expected you to say thank you, then carry on running into the swamp.” He gives a light chuckle as he gathers more water in a pair of cupped hands and pours it down her bruised back. “Once we decided on what to do tonight, well,” he continues, a grin across his lips. “I expected the world, and I was not disappointed. You showed me it and what lay beyond, if only for a moment.”
He presses himself against her and wraps his arms around her waist, then rests his head on her shoulder, if only for a moment. “We may have a reputation for being wonderful singers and writers,” he says. “But never tender. It is a reputation I dislike.” He plants a kiss on her cheek, then lifts his head, but his hands only move upwards. “Having said that… these are hard to reach, right?”
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Feb 11, 2020 15:09:44 GMT -8
Kasimir did not expect anything less than the gratuitous amount of compliments that he gave her. From the beginning of that evening that was most of his speech. She didn't complain, but there was more she wanted to know.
"As hard to reach as your doting is hard to hear," she teased, grabbing his hands. "Less about me; look at you! I think I deserve that explanation now. Who are you all? The Av'rae. I can suspect why I've never met one of you before, as I lived in Vessia before this as your people would not have been welcome there. But here you are, and you say there's many more of you. I want to know all about that."
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Kahm'Tahrus
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 24
Physical Description: Kahm'Tahrus stands at just under the male average for Av', at 192cm (6'3"), with a lean, somewhat athletic build. He's no warrior, instead relying on his devilishly handsome good looks and silver tongue.
His skin is a light shade of pinkish-lavender, with a slightly lighter shade coating his long, well coiffed hair, and his eyes burn a brilliant gold. His horns curl back, then forward once again, and are crested with golden bands on each side, with his right horn adorned with a small sun trinket that dangles down from its middle.
His right arm sports several Av' traditional tattoos, but the rest of his body is unmarred and clear of any markings or even scars, a stark contrast to his elder sisters, a pair of Warrior Av'. He claims he wouldn't mind a scar, he thinks the ladies would like it, and his sisters are all too eager to help.
Clothes and Equipment: Kahm travels light, usually wearing a pair of nice, loose traveling breeches and a pair of nicely polished boots. He wears a lovely, always clean white shirt with a handful of buttons, purely for his audience's benefit, and usually a fine leather vest, studded and embroidered with golden thread.
On top of it all, he usually sports a fine purple, blue, and red coat, one that compliments his skin and catches the eye of anyone who isn't already caught by his singing or musical prowess.
For equipment, he brings along the standard Av' travel pack, a bedroll, a pot and pan, a hatchet, that sort of thing. Things that an Av' wouldn't be caught without, thinks to make basic shelter and meals.
His prized possessions, however, are his instruments. He carries a lute, a violin, and a flute with him wherever he goes, as music tends to be the way he chooses to spread joy and make coin.
Finally, in case of emergencies, he carries a dagger with him wherever he goes. His older sister, Shyv'Ahna always bugs him to carry something more substantial, but he always brushes it off. Then again, he wouldn't mind a rapier...
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Post by Kahm'Tahrus on Feb 12, 2020 2:04:32 GMT -8
Kahm gives a light chuckle as he rests his head upon her shoulder once again, his hands unmoving even as her hands press against his. Why would he? Not only are they his favoured places to rest his tired hands, but it made for a nice little moment of intimacy he hadn't entirely expected, and he had no plans to ruin it. "Point taken, but my doting is no less true," he says before planting a small kiss on her cheek. "You have taken my adoration by storm."
He rests his chin again and gives a light sigh. "Hmm. Vessia," he begins, stalling as he thinks about where to start. "I have been refused at the border more times than I care to remember. They don't like my horns, or my tail. Or… anything about me, I believe. Their loss." He shifts a little closer behind Kasimir as he finds a place to begin his story. "We are nomads, to begin with. We travel the world's many roads, meeting many different people, but we all search for the same thing. Home."
He finally lets go of Kas and gently turns her around before wrapping his arms around her once more, then continues, now face to face. "Not a home individually. Some do, I can respect this, but I mean to say that we are all, as a people, searching for home. Many years ago, some say over a thousand, before the great cataclysm, my people had an empire this world had never seen, and has not seen since." His hands are gentle and caring as they caress the small of Kasimir's back, tenderly stroking at her sore skin. "The tales say that we lose it all in our own cataclysm. The earth opened beneath us, and the ocean rushed to fill it. Even the mountains were angered with our unending greatness and exploded in their rage."
He gives a small sigh, hating that part of the tale. "What once was a glorious empire of Av'rae, knowledgeable, technological, and magical, was lost. My ancestors survived by… luck? Coincidence? Perhaps it was the will not the gods, I don't know. What I do know is that we have searched for home ever since. If we ever find it, it will be a glorious day, but for now… we roam."
He gives a small smirk and looks deep into Kas' eyes. "If that does not satisfy you, perhaps you would like to know that not all Av'rae are like me, hm? Those that roam in certain places change to fit over a generation of two. My desert roaming cousins, their colour matches the sand, and their legs are stronger, sometimes clawed. The snow roamers, they have wider feet. There are many more, but those like me… we are said to be the closest to the originals."
He pulls his hands back and rests them on her hips, firm, but gentle as before. "Our shared history changes from Av' to Av', but these parts are generally accepted. Our parents tell us of these tales, and their parents before them. I am sure my own children will be told the same when they are of age."
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Feb 18, 2020 15:59:06 GMT -8
As Kasimir listened, she felt as though she were participating in a little song and dance. While Kahm spoke, he held her, spun her, ran his hands along her skin, and she would reciprocate, exploring the odder bits of his body with a fixation on his tail.
"That's fascinating!" she told him, resting her arms over his shoulders. "Do you think you all change because of magic? Or perhaps it's something your ancestors left for you?" The warrior swayed them from side to side, lifting each foot in turn on tiptoe. "You also have children. Do you not wish to be with them?" she asked, not in judgment, but curiosity. She was not keen on childbearing, herself. Not yet.
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Kahm'Tahrus
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 24
Physical Description: Kahm'Tahrus stands at just under the male average for Av', at 192cm (6'3"), with a lean, somewhat athletic build. He's no warrior, instead relying on his devilishly handsome good looks and silver tongue.
His skin is a light shade of pinkish-lavender, with a slightly lighter shade coating his long, well coiffed hair, and his eyes burn a brilliant gold. His horns curl back, then forward once again, and are crested with golden bands on each side, with his right horn adorned with a small sun trinket that dangles down from its middle.
His right arm sports several Av' traditional tattoos, but the rest of his body is unmarred and clear of any markings or even scars, a stark contrast to his elder sisters, a pair of Warrior Av'. He claims he wouldn't mind a scar, he thinks the ladies would like it, and his sisters are all too eager to help.
Clothes and Equipment: Kahm travels light, usually wearing a pair of nice, loose traveling breeches and a pair of nicely polished boots. He wears a lovely, always clean white shirt with a handful of buttons, purely for his audience's benefit, and usually a fine leather vest, studded and embroidered with golden thread.
On top of it all, he usually sports a fine purple, blue, and red coat, one that compliments his skin and catches the eye of anyone who isn't already caught by his singing or musical prowess.
For equipment, he brings along the standard Av' travel pack, a bedroll, a pot and pan, a hatchet, that sort of thing. Things that an Av' wouldn't be caught without, thinks to make basic shelter and meals.
His prized possessions, however, are his instruments. He carries a lute, a violin, and a flute with him wherever he goes, as music tends to be the way he chooses to spread joy and make coin.
Finally, in case of emergencies, he carries a dagger with him wherever he goes. His older sister, Shyv'Ahna always bugs him to carry something more substantial, but he always brushes it off. Then again, he wouldn't mind a rapier...
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Post by Kahm'Tahrus on Feb 18, 2020 17:04:15 GMT -8
Kahm's movements are soft and graceful as they do their gentle little dance together, swaying back and forth to an unheard rhythm. Perhaps unheard to Kas at least, as the rhythm runs through Kahm's veins like blood. The joys of being a music mage, his timing is impeccable.
"Why we change to suit our surroundings?" He asks, then pauses for thought. "That… is a question with no known answer. Many have tried to figure it out, but after generations they still search for that answer. One day we'll find it, gathering knowledge is something of an innate desire for us, but for now it's uncertain." His fingers press and stroke along Kas' skin as he speaks, enjoying the surprising softness in most places, and the intricate bumps of her scars as a contrast.
"Many do consider it to be magic, yes," he finally says, golden eyes staring into Kas'. "Each one of us is highly tuned to the realm of magic, we are all born with different abilities. Myself, I channel my magic through my voice and my music." That much is obvious. "My sisters are no different. My elder sister is a storm wielder, fitting for the cunning warrior she is. She can channel a storm's destructive lightning at will, and when there's a storm raging overhead… some consider her unstoppable." He smiles with pride as he speaks, proud of his three sisters. "My youngest sister is likely one of the most important among my kind. She is clairvoyant and all seeing, she is the Oracle, many seek her for her advice and guidance. Though I have not seen her in many years, neither have I seen my eldest sister. That will change when our paths cross again."
"Perhaps out ancestors did leave us with this magic," he considers, hands pressing against her back and pulling her close. "You would have to ask a historian about that, however. That, or find the Great Library of our people. You would be the first for over a thousand years." He chuckles at that, finding the prospect of finding said library ludicrous. It's what his people have been trying to do since the world collapsed around them.
"My children…" he says in a soft tone, but his smile doesn't falter. "Children are considered the future of my people," he begins, knowing there's a culture shift between the Av'rae and most other cultures. "And because we are few and spread, it is demanded of us that every Av's first born must be an Av', so our people and blood lines can continue. I gave two of my old friends their first borns as a result, and I do visit when I find myself near their homes, but I am no father by any other sense of the word."
"They do have actual fathers, however," he says, continuing his tale. "One of my children's mother is married to an Orc, built like a castle but as gentle as a mouse, and a great influence for my boy. He will teach him the art of smithing, and will give him a trade for life, for this I cannot thank him enough. We always share a bottle of Orcish Ghuzig when I visit, I am very fond of him. They have given my son a sister and a brother since, both more orc than Av', but once their horns grow out it will become more apparent."
"The other mother travels with a human, her wife," he continues. "A caravaner and an expert jeweler, she excels at her craft, as does my daughter's mother, a carpenter. They make a fine living, moving from town to town, I often see them on the road as opposed to at home, like the others." He gives a light, but proud sigh as he puts his forehead against Kas'. "I may not be involved as a father, but both groups see me as family. I could not ask for more."
Then his face lights up as he remembers something. "If you think that is strange, I should tell you of the Joining of the Clans, that might blow your boots off."
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