Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816 
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Sept 9, 2015 20:54:03 GMT -8
The sound of the splintering door shocks Roxanne out of her peaceful bath. She sets down the drink and gets out, wrapping a towel around herself and picking up her sword.
"WHAT THE MOTHERFUCKING HELL IS GOING ON? IF YOU'RE THERE, YOU HAD BETTER MAKE YOURSELF SCARCE BEFORE I SHOVE THIS SWORD UP YOUR ASS BACKWARDS AND PULL IT OUT OF YOUR THROAT LIKE A GODDAMN HUMAN SHEATH! IF I CATCH YOU, I WILL SLAP YOU SO HARD THAT YOUR GRANDMOTHER WILL FEEL IT!"
She isn't pleased.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2015 20:59:06 GMT -8
Scared by the woman in the bathtub, the girl jumped backward with a squeak. Behind her she could hear yelling of the guards as they pounded on the cellar door below.
"Oh crap!" She screamed, grabbing the unhinged door from the other side of the room with her water hands and desparately trying to latch it back to the door. Eventually she gave up (especially after shse tried to put it on sideways) and hurled the door behind her. She looked around the room and saw the bathtub.
"IMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRY!" She pleaded with the woman as she moved her normal arms in a motion. Suddenly the water from the bathtub rose out and hovered in the air, forming a long whip that circled around the white-haired woman. She motioned to the doorframe and the massive amount of water (including her own water hands) formed a thick rectangle that filled the doorframe perfectly. She breathed on it, causing the wall to become solid ice.
Soon after she panted and fell to the ground, a horrified look on her face. A brief moment of silence as she panted passed as she looked over to Roxanne. She quickly eyed her up and down.
".....This isn't going how I planned." She said quickly.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Sept 9, 2015 21:03:17 GMT -8
She doesn't have time to get even the third word out before Roxanne lunges for her, kicking her against the wall. If the kick connects, Wendamari will find herself gasping for breath with the point of a sword in her mouth, held by a slightly intoxicated, underdressed, extremely angry bounty hunter.
"Tell me, you watery wench. Give me one good reason not to cut your tongue out. And I might do it anyway, just for spilling my drink."
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 9, 2015 21:09:31 GMT -8
When she hears the voice of her cousin shouting, Raena sighs and curses under her breath. "By the Void, what is going on up there?" she asks herself as she finishes the last of her drink and stands, brushing off her armour as she decides to go check, climbing up the stairs with no semblance of a hurry.
When she finally arrives at the room, the door shut up by a large block of ice, she looks at it quizzically, and then sighs again. This is getting ridiculous, she thinks to herself, before knocking on the...door, if one could call it that. "Roxy, are you well in there? I heard your distinctive screaming over the ruckus below, and I figured I would check on you. What in the seven hells is going on in there?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2015 21:15:18 GMT -8
"Because they're trying to kill me for something I didn't steal!" the woman yelled as she dodged out of the way of Roxanne and backed into the other corner of the room.
"Okay, look, I was minding my own business, I just came into town, right? And I find this guy, he's being all shady in an ally. That's fine, it's cool, people can be shady if they want, I don't judge, but then I saw this-" She pulled the cloak off of her back. It was an intricate garment with the city's seal brazened on the back- "And I'm like 'wow, that thing looks pretty fancy, there's no way a guy like that could afford it.' I mean, yeah, that's profiling, which I feel bad about, but then I hear the guards call out to him and he fucking bolts it! And I'm like 'oh snap, he stole that!' and I figured I could be the hero! I mean, I just started on my adventure and already I get to catch a thief! I'm all over that!"
She began to pace back and force, pantomiming the scene with her hands and speaking rapidly.
"So I chase the guy down and I bop him with my water whip and I'm all like 'Stop right there criminal scum!' in a super cool hero voice and he flipped his shiiiiiiiit and tried to attack me with a knife! And I was all 'ho HO! Today you cross blades with the grand daughter of Birdi of the Seas! But it seems I don't need a blade!' and I turn my water whip into a water sword and disarm him! .....okay, thinking about it now, it's a totally lame thing to yell out, but I'm working on it, okay?!"
She sighed and continued, kneeling back on the wall as though her crisis had passed.
"Anyway, so the guy books it and drops the cape here, and I'm super happy right? I just beat a crook! That's like....twenty experience points! I have no clue what that means but Grandma says it's a thing, so whatever! So I grab the cloak and I bring it back to the guards and go 'fear not, gentlemen! For I have located the thief and brought you this magnificent cape!' And you know what they fucking do?! They try to kill me! They're all like 'Get that drow! She stole it! Blah Blah Blah!' or....something, i don't know, but they threw fucking spears at me! SPEARS! Who the FUCK throws SPEARS at people! So I'm like 'oh fuck!' and I bolt it because they're trying to kill me, and they're all like ' After her, she stole the royal cloak!' and I have no fucking clue what they're talking about. So I put the cloak on and run for it up and over buildings and all that and I guess I knock over some food stands? I don't know, I wasn't paying attention! But I bet that's that's going to come back to bite me! And then I end up here! I mean, what the hell! I'm in town for five minutes and I have the army after me?! What kind of bullshit is that?!"
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Sept 9, 2015 21:21:53 GMT -8
Roxanne hears her cousin outside.
"Some interrupted my bath. Break down that ice and call the guards, will you? I'm about to make some money here."
She turns to the yammering woman.
"Shut up. So...you have that thing, which is stolen property? And that's enough for a death sentence? Heh heh heh...I wonder what your bounty will be.
With ought warning, she stabs her blade towards Wendimari's mouth.
"Shut up. You talk too much."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2015 21:24:04 GMT -8
"No, nonononononoo!" The woman started to squeak as Roxanne thrust her sword towards her. Out of reflex she held the cape up and tried to dodge to the side, only to be met with the sound of the sword impaling into the wall behind her and the sound of cloth tearing. She stood back up and looked at the cloak. It was split in two from halfway down, with a few pieces of cloth on Roxanne's sword.
"....icanfixthat." The woman said with a look of horror on her face.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Sept 9, 2015 21:29:29 GMT -8
Roxanne spits in disgust.
"I don't care about that. But they do. You ripped it, while trying to defend yourself from me. And you failed to do so. That's my story. And they're going to believe it. Because you'll be dead."
She swings again, at Wendamari's neck. It's difficult to move wearing a towel rather than her usual clothes, but she manages.
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 9, 2015 21:31:30 GMT -8
Raena, in an attempt to spare the edge of her extremely expensive enchanted sword, tries to punch the ice wall down. She hasn't the slightest clue how thick the ice is, but her gauntlets are extremely tough, and she's fairly strong herself. "Hold on a moment, cousin," she says with an exasperated sigh as she beats up on the ice.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2015 21:32:05 GMT -8
Wendamari squeaked and dodged underneath, slipping on the bathroom floor and trying to dash frantically towards the ice block, turning it back into water and dumping some of it back into the bath.
"Sorry about your bath! Don't kill me, please!" She screamed as she ran out of the room, leaving the cloak behind. She ran into Raena's fist soon after though.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Sept 9, 2015 21:37:05 GMT -8
"Get back here you thieving whore!"
Roxanne runs after her, sword in hand. She sees her reeling from Raena's fist and grins.
"Let's see how far you can run now, bitch."
Roxanne kicks her in the head. Hard.
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 9, 2015 21:45:13 GMT -8
Raena widens her stance and catches Roxanne's foot with her shin. The strength of the kick when met with the resistance of well-forged steel is probably quite painful for Roxanne. "That's quite enough, cousin," she states, her voice a neutral, unfeeling tone.
She turns to where the drow lies and crouches down, tilting her head inquisitively at the dark-skinned hydrokineticist. "Can you speak? Why exactly are that many guardsmen chasing you? What could one as...underwhelming as yourself have done to attract the attention of what is apparently the entire city's guard regiment? What, did you steal the King's cloak?" asks Raena, coolly.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2015 21:47:08 GMT -8
"No, I caught the guy who stole the King's cloak!" Wendamari screamed. She stood up and pointed to Roxanne's sword, still carrying a couple pieces of cloth.
"And then it was cut in half!"
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Sept 9, 2015 21:50:49 GMT -8
Roxanne curses and turns to Raena, a look of betrayal on her face.
"Why..."
She turns back to Wendamari .
"I don't care what you did. There's money on your head, and you disturbed my bath."
She lifts her sword and shoves it towards the drow's mouth.
"I'm going to cut out your tongue for that. And by the gods, I am going to enjoy it."
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 9, 2015 21:54:09 GMT -8
Raena darts to her feet and catches Roxy's arm dexterously before she's able to thrust it further, growling in her cousin's direction with the most emotion she's displayed yet, "I said /enough/, cousin. Go, enjoy your bath. I will deal with this one. You are clearly far too intoxicated to think rationally about this."
Then, she turns back to the drow, her gaze slowly trailing over to Roxanne's blade. She stays silent for a moment, before heaving a heavy sigh and rubbing her temples lightly. "That is absolutely lovely. The guard believes you stole the cloak, and now my cousin has cut the royal cloak -- which, by the way, is essentially a crown -- in half," says Raena. "How in the seven hells are we meant to get out of this one?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2015 21:54:43 GMT -8
"Wait! Waitwaitwaitwaitwait, money?! You want money? Here! Take it! Just let me get out of this crazy town!" She yelled, grabbing a pouch on her belt and tossing it to Roxanne. Inside was a ransom's worth of gold.
"Plus, I put the water back! I-Is it too cold?! I can warm it!"
Wendy grabbed a scroll on her belt and unraveled it. She looked behind her quickly to make sure the guards weren't there and yelled out something in a foreign tongue. From the scroll a ball of fire began to form. With a push, Wendy forced the ball of fire into the bath water, exploding and causing the bath to warm up until steam started to rise from the waters. the scroll turned to dust and faded into nothingness soon after.
"See?! back to normal! All warm and stuff!"
Wendy turned back to Raena.
"I can fix it! Granny Birdi taught me some minor magic for repairing stuff like this, but I need my pouch. I think I dropped it back in....aw, crap."
She sunk her head into her hands and sighed.
"It's on Snuggle Lane.... I-I must've dropped it when I was chasing the thief in there."
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Sept 9, 2015 22:04:13 GMT -8
Roxanne looks back into her room at the now steaming bath.
"If we kill her, all our problems are solved. Ugh...it's your call, Raena. You are sober. Speaking of which, I'll be right back. But first...you disturbed me, and now I'm all agitated. I was calm. Also...I don't have a door."
She swings for Wendamari, trying to slap her across the face. Then she heads inside and grabs the bits of cloak, which she tosses out. She grabs the gold.
"Are you a carpenter? We'll you are now. I'm going downstairs to get another drink, and when I come back, if the door isn't fixed, I'm cutting your legs off with a rusty hacksaw."
She heads downstairs to order more drinks.
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 9, 2015 22:08:56 GMT -8
"My cousin can be a bit of a...blunt object sometimes," states Raena flatly as she watches Roxanne leave, before returning her attention to the drow. "What sort of mad city planner calls a street 'Snuggle Lane'? Not exactly the most dignified of monikers." She stands up and offers an arm to Wendamari, cracking a smile that's supposed to be disarming, but comes off more as forced than anything. "Shall we get to repairing that cloak? The door can wait. I don't believe my cousin possesses a rusty hacksaw."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2015 22:11:53 GMT -8
"I don't think she could hit me anyway. Granny Birdi trained me to avoid swords by trying to kill me every other morning. It was kinda annoying for the first fifty years, but I got used to being stabbed by a toothpick after the other fifty." She said as she stuffed the cloak into a pouch on her belt.
"Thank you for not trying to kill me. Today hasn't been a fun day for me, so any good news is better than none.....But I need to get past the guards downstairs, they'll kill me on sight!"
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Sept 9, 2015 22:18:01 GMT -8
Roxanne walks up to the bar, still damp and wrapped in a towel. She doesn't care.
"Barkeep! Gimme a bottle of hard liquor. The good stuff. And make it quick, I'm getting more sober than I would like."
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