Vigil
Dedicated
Son of Purge
Roleplay posts: 169 
Registered: Aug 28, 2015 11:14:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vigil on Sept 25, 2015 14:34:08 GMT -8
"I don't understand my new feelings, I feel like my being is on fire when I see Vain touch you. I don't know if you can explain it to me, or if it's inconvenient for you. But I can't stand it. " Vigil ignores Vain and blinks red again. He's still speaking in Ethereal. "I feel as if I covet you in some way, I do not know the word. I...I wish I could be the one to give you what you wanted."
Vigil becomes his full size again and moves away from the table, he now speaks common again. "I should go... I will be back, I just... need to be alone right now, get rid of some excess energy..."
The wisp would leave the tavern and fly away from the city into the wilderness. <Exit to L'aeldrei's Remnants>
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244 
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 25, 2015 20:01:49 GMT -8
Andraste watches Vigil leave, a brow raising. Then, she sighs heavily. "The wisp is becoming increasingly attracted to me," says Andraste, flatly. Unfortunately for the both of them, it's hard for her to think of anyone romantically...well, anyone that doesn't ooze charm, take her out to dinner, and have twelve inches of...well, one gets the point. In any case, Vigil and her's biology would be entirely incompatible, and...Andraste must admit, once she had a taste of Vain, it has been becoming increasingly difficult to resist his unnatural and unholy charm.
She sighs lightly and gently moves away from Vain. Vigil is her friend, and it upsets her to see him in such a state, although she keeps her expression as placid as always. "I...believe we should probably return to my quarters, now. I have much to work on. Al Murin will be wanting his crystal, after all," says Andraste. To anyone else, her voice would sound as calm and kind as usual, but one who knows her as...intimately as Vain does knows that she's upset. He can read it all over her face, despite most people believing she's as calm and level as usual. Perhaps his increased perception is due to the link, or perhaps something deeper. In any case, she stands up and begins to walk back toward the door. "It was nice to meet you, Daemonlord Maelik," she says with a kind smile before she steps out into the street, leaving the four slices of pizza pie that are left for Vain and Maelik, if they choose to partake.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 25, 2015 20:06:39 GMT -8
"Whoa! Hey! Come back! Uh...good to see you again, Uncle Mae. NowIreallygottagokaybye."
Vain jumps up, knocking over his chair, and runs after Andraste, a pained expression on his face until he gets closer.
"Hey, careful. You can't just leave like that. I can't be too far away from you, remember?"
He jogs up alongside her and slows down.
"Hey, what's wrong? You seem kinda down. I'm sure Vigil will be fine, he's just young and angsty. Everyone gets like that when they hit puberty. Well, maybe not you, but most people. It's normal."
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 25, 2015 20:14:39 GMT -8
"I am afraid I cannot empathise, Vain," says Andraste, smiling up at him. There's a tinge of sadness to her smile. "'Puberty' for me involved first being unsuccessfully burned at a stake, and then many exercises meant to erase who I once was and cause me to become a more proficient sorceress, scholar, and diplomat. Fortunately, the latter was successful, but I am afraid I did not, as a result, get the 'full experience', as some have taken to calling it," continues the sorceress, sighing lightly.
She reaches down to grab Vain's hand. His romance was entirely artificial, she figures, but at least it feels nice to have someone pretend to care for her for once. Vigil cares for her, but...she doubts it's anything but infatuation caused largely due to the fact she saved him from his father. She knows she will eventually have to face Vigil, and she knows Vain will eventually hurt her, but for just a moment...just a short, fleeting moment she wishes she could simply care for someone without all the political, supernatural, or dramatic hindrances. But she is a bastion of calm, peace, and neutrality in a world neither calm nor peaceful, and so she must deal with those struggles it brings, and overcome them.
"I know you will eventually hurt me," states Andraste lamentingly, although she still holds onto Vain's hand. She doesn't seem to be continuing the thought, simply looking down at the ground. Clouds form overhead, and what was once a beautiful midday turns into a gloomy overcast. It reflects Andraste's inner feelings at the moment wonderfully.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 25, 2015 20:19:40 GMT -8
"What? No! I wouldn't do that!"
Vain's face turns desperate. He jumps in front of Andraste, grabbing her hand in both of his.
"Why would I hurt you? Just because of what Uncle Mae said? He's...well, he's Uncle Mae. But I'm not! I'm Vain! And like I said, I don't need to collect anyone's soul to survive, it's just a day job. Have you seen me hurt anyone, or even tried to hurt anyone? No! I don't hurt people! That's not who I am, Andraste!"
His eyes grow wide, giving him an innocent, pleading look; rather like a puppy that's been misbehaving and is being scolded.
"Please believe me, Andraste. I wouldn't hurt you. You want me to sign a contract? I'll sign a contract. Contracts are sacred."
Vain doesn't really want to hurt Andraste. Maybe he's not as completely infatuated with her, but he still likes her. She's nice to be around. Relaxing. Thus, the assumption that he'll eventually hurt her catches him off guard.
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 25, 2015 20:25:59 GMT -8
Andraste smiles lamentingly at Vain. "Your words are sweet, but empty. You will have others who feel for you, but you will never be able to feel for them. You are an incubus; you live to indulge your lust. I am nothing but another woman to you, as eloquently as you hide it," responds Andraste, with a light sigh. "I enjoy our time together. That matters. But the inevitability of your abandonment is...a painful prospect."
She entirely ignores the contract idea, believing it to be a ridiculous notion. As if daemons aren't incredibly proficient at finding loopholes. That's their biggest trope! She does stop in her tracks, though, and looks up at Vain. It begins to drizzle, suddenly. She gives a small chuckle at his puppy eyes, but it's ultimately punctuated by a sigh. "I do so wish your words were true," she says, almost wistfully.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 25, 2015 20:39:58 GMT -8
Vain sighs. This isn't good. Andraste isn't happy, and now he isn't happy. He has to fix this, somehow.
"Andraste...they're true. As true as I can make them. Please believe me."
He lifts her hand and kisses it.
"And I suppose we will have to part ways eventually. And I'm not looking forward to it. But in any case, that's all the more reason to make the most of the time we have together, isn't it? I don't want to remember you, or the time we spent together, as unhappy."
Dropping her hand, the incubus grabs her and kisses her, softly.
"Come on...let's get you home. A hot bath and a massage will do you some good."
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Sept 25, 2015 20:53:33 GMT -8
Maelik watched the love birds as they departed and using his incredibly long tongue to absently flick the remaining pizza slices into his waiting mouth.
"Ehh, the pizza tastes fine but nowhere near as succulent as the rage that was building up in that wisp, just standing near him filled me up for the day. Not to mention the drama unfolding out there, the pain that mage is feeling right now has an interesting taste to it. I do hope I didn't cause too many problems for... what did she call him? Vain? Yes, Vain."
Not all that worried about the obvious issues the two of them were experiencing outside he kicked back and thought about his machinations with a smug smile splayed wide on his face. Things were falling into place, and soon he'd reap the rewards of his work.
"Yep, now I just need to keep the peace and make sure no demons get too out of hand before the appointed date."
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Francesco d'Artusio
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 26
Physical Description: Francesco d'Artusio is a very dashing young man, from his long, wavy locks to his slim, built figure, his dark, yet striking eyes, his strong, cut jaw. His slightly darkened skin only adds to this appeal, giving him a rather exotic flair. In addition, a mischievous grin graces his face when he serves his customers, as if sharing in a joke with them. He speaks with a lilting, exotic, lively accent, as well. Overall, his charm is irresistible to most, and particularly women -- Francesco is known as a master seducer. He seems to even possess an almost unearthly draw to him, perhaps due to some sort of magic.
Clothes and Equipment: ======================================
Francesco generally wears simple, yet elegant clothing, consisting of an open well-tanned leather vest over a fine silk maroon tunic, which is almost always partially unbuttoned to showcase his well-cut figure, complimented by his clinging grey trousers and calf-high boots. Around his neck he wears a simple sterling silver pendent in the shape of the moon, mysteriously mirroring its phases as the moon changes, the eye seemingly irresistibly drawn to it on first glance. On slow nights, he lets his sister Catalina take over operation of the bar, showing off his musical skill and the deftness of his slender fingers by gracing the Tavern's patronage with the sweet melodies of his citrole, a four-stringed plucked instrument with a happy, upbeat sound to it.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 0:13:22 GMT -8
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Post by Francesco d'Artusio on Sept 25, 2015 22:00:18 GMT -8
"Pollo e salsiccia!" yells Francesco over to the woman, who peppers the pie with chopped up grilled chicken and Prizzian sausage before sliding it into the oven on a big wooden paddle, closing the oven's steel door with a mitted hand before moving on to making the next pizza. Francesco looks back to Grandma and gives her a wink, asking, "For the pizza, or the companionship?"
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 25, 2015 22:13:26 GMT -8
Andraste sighs. She's not entirely convinced, but she figures there's no point in worrying about it. She accepts the kiss -- although she's more lacklustre in her reciprocation than she has been in the past -- and gives him a faint smile. "Perhaps you are right. A warm bath and a massage sound like a good thing at the moment. But I also have something I must work on beforehand. That wraith creature who beckoned me outside gave me a mission that could mean much more than it implied...either way, I do wish to spend what little time we have happy, even if it is an artificial form of joy," responds Andraste, before starting down the street again toward The Citadel. It begins to rain, then. Hard. Andraste leans closer to Vain. Purely for warmth, of course.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 25, 2015 22:15:49 GMT -8
Vain follows, sighing. He hugs Andraste close and wraps his wings around her, although because of the illusion any onlooker would simply see him sharing his coat with her. He follows her to her office.
[exits]
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Sept 25, 2015 22:55:15 GMT -8
With a nonchalant sigh and a twirl of his hair Maelik took to his feet once more. His calm steps thudding softly against the floor as he made his way to the door.
"Thanks for the service! I'll probably wonder on back later at some point!" he exclaimed in as exuberant a tone as he could manage. "In the meantime I gotta see to some business, tricky tricky business."
As he passed by Regalio once more he offered a playful wink and another word of thanks, whistling a merry tune as he took a few steps away before taking a deep breath and ripping off his face to replace it in its original state.
"OUCH! Oooooh that stings like a tree getting shoved up my arse!" he screamed as he trekked, clearly heading back to the Midnight Sun. He had to begin his sweep somewhere and it might as well be in the shadiest place he could think of. Besides, they were seemed more likely to give him relevant information about the city then anybody else he's met thus far.
(Exit to The Midnight Sun)
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Francesco d'Artusio
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 26
Physical Description: Francesco d'Artusio is a very dashing young man, from his long, wavy locks to his slim, built figure, his dark, yet striking eyes, his strong, cut jaw. His slightly darkened skin only adds to this appeal, giving him a rather exotic flair. In addition, a mischievous grin graces his face when he serves his customers, as if sharing in a joke with them. He speaks with a lilting, exotic, lively accent, as well. Overall, his charm is irresistible to most, and particularly women -- Francesco is known as a master seducer. He seems to even possess an almost unearthly draw to him, perhaps due to some sort of magic.
Clothes and Equipment: ======================================
Francesco generally wears simple, yet elegant clothing, consisting of an open well-tanned leather vest over a fine silk maroon tunic, which is almost always partially unbuttoned to showcase his well-cut figure, complimented by his clinging grey trousers and calf-high boots. Around his neck he wears a simple sterling silver pendent in the shape of the moon, mysteriously mirroring its phases as the moon changes, the eye seemingly irresistibly drawn to it on first glance. On slow nights, he lets his sister Catalina take over operation of the bar, showing off his musical skill and the deftness of his slender fingers by gracing the Tavern's patronage with the sweet melodies of his citrole, a four-stringed plucked instrument with a happy, upbeat sound to it.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 0:13:22 GMT -8
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Post by Francesco d'Artusio on Oct 3, 2015 20:35:20 GMT -8
It's a new day. The morning air is fresh and crisp, and the overcast clouds that suffocated the sun the day before have given way to a beautiful azure sky and a bright, happy sun with rays of sparkling gold that wash over the already-bustling streets of the Free City. The Saucy Maid has not yet opened its doors, however, as Francesco d'Artusio, the Tavern's proprietor, is just waking up, stretching one arm languidly, the other caught beneath the sleeping vampire at his side. Francesco smiles over at Skarlet, his eyes twinkling with mirth as his gaze slowly sweeps over her sleeping figure outlined against the silken quilt. He turns back over to spoon her from behind, nuzzling into her neck and whispering in her ear, "Skarlet, bella, I think it is time to wake up." By gods had the night before been a trip. To meet a vampire just strolling on the streets of the Free City was a rarity, even moreso during a rainy daylight. He supposes the overcast weather must've shaded Skarlet from the worst of it. More importantly, however, he had persuaded that vampire to have a drink at his bar, since she looked so wet and cold, and even was able to seduce her...although, she wasn't like his usual catch. She was...special. Something different. He supposed at first that it was just her vampiric origins, but something had been very much more pleasing about the night they spent together. He wouldn't mind spending more... |
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/1f/57/fc1f579fbc12ece8a7cf0af63c6945e9.jpg
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Oct 3, 2015 21:25:40 GMT -8
Skarlet groans as she starts to wake up. "Mrsferserva..."
She opens her sleepy eyes and groans again. She sits up and she feels the mess in her downstairs region. She remembers the night she spent with her handsome new lover Francesco all over again and blushes. "I'm dirty..."
Skarlet starts to scramble out of bed. Once on her feet, she drowsily walks to the room the tub is in.
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Francesco d'Artusio
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 26
Physical Description: Francesco d'Artusio is a very dashing young man, from his long, wavy locks to his slim, built figure, his dark, yet striking eyes, his strong, cut jaw. His slightly darkened skin only adds to this appeal, giving him a rather exotic flair. In addition, a mischievous grin graces his face when he serves his customers, as if sharing in a joke with them. He speaks with a lilting, exotic, lively accent, as well. Overall, his charm is irresistible to most, and particularly women -- Francesco is known as a master seducer. He seems to even possess an almost unearthly draw to him, perhaps due to some sort of magic.
Clothes and Equipment: ======================================
Francesco generally wears simple, yet elegant clothing, consisting of an open well-tanned leather vest over a fine silk maroon tunic, which is almost always partially unbuttoned to showcase his well-cut figure, complimented by his clinging grey trousers and calf-high boots. Around his neck he wears a simple sterling silver pendent in the shape of the moon, mysteriously mirroring its phases as the moon changes, the eye seemingly irresistibly drawn to it on first glance. On slow nights, he lets his sister Catalina take over operation of the bar, showing off his musical skill and the deftness of his slender fingers by gracing the Tavern's patronage with the sweet melodies of his citrole, a four-stringed plucked instrument with a happy, upbeat sound to it.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 0:13:22 GMT -8
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Post by Francesco d'Artusio on Oct 3, 2015 21:36:34 GMT -8
Francesco chuckles lightly when Skarlet scrambles out of bed and wraps his hands behind his head, his eyes following her backside as she leaves the room. "I don't suppose you would enjoy it if I joined you. We would probably come out of the bath more dirty than when we entered! Hah!" exclaims Francesco as he stretches once more. The bed feels very cold without the undead there. How strange. Then, he remembers, and his stretching is stopped.
"Oh..." he says, slowly, "you cannot leave yet. The sun is out! I am sorry, bella, but you must stay here until tonight. I would feel very bad if you were to leave and get that nasty burn on my account! No, you must stay and partake in our hospitality at least one day longer!" By the end, his voice has raised to a bit of a shout, as she's in the next room, presumably with the door closed.
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/1f/57/fc1f579fbc12ece8a7cf0af63c6945e9.jpg
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Oct 3, 2015 21:57:10 GMT -8
"Eheh, yeah!" Skarlet smiles embarrassed. She opens the door to the bathroom and runs over to the tub. Before running the water she calls back to the other room, "Y-yeah, I forgot about the sun too. I guess you're right."
More time spent here wouldn't be so bad. Once the tub is filled she dips herself in and starts cleaning herself up. She calls to Francesco. "What should I do while I wait for the sun? You have to work today right?"
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Francesco d'Artusio
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 26
Physical Description: Francesco d'Artusio is a very dashing young man, from his long, wavy locks to his slim, built figure, his dark, yet striking eyes, his strong, cut jaw. His slightly darkened skin only adds to this appeal, giving him a rather exotic flair. In addition, a mischievous grin graces his face when he serves his customers, as if sharing in a joke with them. He speaks with a lilting, exotic, lively accent, as well. Overall, his charm is irresistible to most, and particularly women -- Francesco is known as a master seducer. He seems to even possess an almost unearthly draw to him, perhaps due to some sort of magic.
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Francesco generally wears simple, yet elegant clothing, consisting of an open well-tanned leather vest over a fine silk maroon tunic, which is almost always partially unbuttoned to showcase his well-cut figure, complimented by his clinging grey trousers and calf-high boots. Around his neck he wears a simple sterling silver pendent in the shape of the moon, mysteriously mirroring its phases as the moon changes, the eye seemingly irresistibly drawn to it on first glance. On slow nights, he lets his sister Catalina take over operation of the bar, showing off his musical skill and the deftness of his slender fingers by gracing the Tavern's patronage with the sweet melodies of his citrole, a four-stringed plucked instrument with a happy, upbeat sound to it.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 0:13:22 GMT -8
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Post by Francesco d'Artusio on Oct 3, 2015 22:03:22 GMT -8
"The Tavern is closed today! My family is...elsewhere. It is just you and I for today. This is not so bad, is it, bella?" asks the Prizzian, stretching out once more before finally standing up and leaning against the wall beside the door into the restroom. He simply stands there in his glorious tan, well-built nude body, the picture of perfect suaveness even when it lacks any clothing.
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Oct 3, 2015 22:41:19 GMT -8
"R-Really? Wow." Skarlet is surprised to hear that. She scrubs at her wound, getting rid of the scabbing. "I guess I can try on those clothes once I'm clean. Almost forgot."
"Where did your family go?" Skarlet was a little curious, he only said 'elsewhere' before.
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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 Oct 4, 2015 14:39:22 GMT -8
Grandma chuckles at Francesco's comment.
"For the pizza young man, what do you take me for exactly? Young people these days..." She gives him a mock stern look before shaking her head in a bemused way.
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Francesco d'Artusio
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 26
Physical Description: Francesco d'Artusio is a very dashing young man, from his long, wavy locks to his slim, built figure, his dark, yet striking eyes, his strong, cut jaw. His slightly darkened skin only adds to this appeal, giving him a rather exotic flair. In addition, a mischievous grin graces his face when he serves his customers, as if sharing in a joke with them. He speaks with a lilting, exotic, lively accent, as well. Overall, his charm is irresistible to most, and particularly women -- Francesco is known as a master seducer. He seems to even possess an almost unearthly draw to him, perhaps due to some sort of magic.
Clothes and Equipment: ======================================
Francesco generally wears simple, yet elegant clothing, consisting of an open well-tanned leather vest over a fine silk maroon tunic, which is almost always partially unbuttoned to showcase his well-cut figure, complimented by his clinging grey trousers and calf-high boots. Around his neck he wears a simple sterling silver pendent in the shape of the moon, mysteriously mirroring its phases as the moon changes, the eye seemingly irresistibly drawn to it on first glance. On slow nights, he lets his sister Catalina take over operation of the bar, showing off his musical skill and the deftness of his slender fingers by gracing the Tavern's patronage with the sweet melodies of his citrole, a four-stringed plucked instrument with a happy, upbeat sound to it.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 0:13:22 GMT -8
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Post by Francesco d'Artusio on Oct 4, 2015 20:30:12 GMT -8
(I'm gonna split it into two distinct timelines for obvious reasons :P) <Granny> "Ah, for the pizza...of course," responds Francesco, feigning scepticism as he gives her a sly wink, before going back to doing bartender things. Granny can probably hear him hitting on another woman a few seats down, although as with all of them, he tailors it to be a unique experience just for her. "Julianna, my sweet! It is so good to see you again!..."
<Skarlet> "My family has more than one business, cara! Some of them are a little more unpleasant than others, and I am not very fit for such labour, you see. So, I stay and watch over the Tavern while they go and conduct the rest of the family business," responds Francesco, somewhat cryptically. He's getting very good at answering questions without ever really answering them. He gets a slight grin on his face as his train of thought switches over to Skarlet trying on her new clothing. "Mmm...si, bella, you must let me see you in that dress. I am sure you will look absolutely stunning!" |
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