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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2015 10:37:09 GMT -8
The crowd gathered in the center of town surrounded by the lights of a dozen lamps in varying shades of pink and white. In front of them was a massive stage with multiple large doors placed midway between the front and back of its width. In the middle was a podium with a massive pink heart painted on the front with a picture of an adorable dryad holding a bow and arrow. On her back were tiny angelic wings and over head was a small halo. As the crowd murmured, waiting for the show to start, a gust of wind came from behind, startling the audience. On the wind was the smallest of dryads- the smallest any have seen, in fact. It flew like a dandelion on the wind as it gently floated to the podium, landing on its feet and twirling around with a bow to the audience. Behind her a large plasma screen TV rose from behind the stage and turned on, showing the little dryad in better resolution. Her leaf on her head was slicked over to the other side of her head, and she was clothed in a tiny tuxedo with a red bow tie. Magically, a tiny cordless microphone appeared in her right hand, which she twirled a little before waving to the crowd. "Hello, Free City!" She cheered into it. Her voice was loud but adorable. the crowd cheered. After waiting for it to die down, she began to goosestep on the podium, speaking to the audience as she did so: "Welcome to the first ever show of The Bachelorette! I'm your host- Mikro! The 'S' is silent. Here today you will see our lovely contestant choose the man (or woman) of her dreams among a group of possible matches! The rules are quite simple- we will introduce the contestant for tonight as well as her suitors, ask them a series of questions, and the contestant must choose three of them to take on three separate dates of her choice. Afterwards, she will make her choice on who to continue to the next round, if you know what I mean." She winked to the audience, who let out a small chuckle collectively. "Anyway! Without much further ado, I shall now introduce our contestant for tonight! Owner of a flower shop right here in Free City, our own lovely Kate Green!" Cheesy game show music began to play as from the right side of the stage a circular hatch opened up, raising a young woman in a chair to the stage. Eventually it stopped with a quick halt. "This young woman of only 19 is the owner of Green's Greens- a flower shop that sells many rare and unusual species of plants, and is also my birth home after she was infested with growth fairies for a month! She is sweet, upbeat, smart, loves long walks on the beach and attacking dragons far too strong for her to possibly handle, is a great cook, talks with her dead father using a massive sunflower in the middle of her store, and enjoys dancing the Charleston. Wave to everyone, Kate!" Kate did so meekly, somewhat confused by the vast amount of technology being used to make this event happen and somewhat frightened by the sheer amount of people in front of her staring intently at everything she did. "And now, let us introduce our possible suitors! We've only selected the best of the best for our lovely Miss Green here. Suitors! Sound off!" The tiny dryad pointed towards the doors as they revolved around, revealing the suitors one by one. OOC: THIS IS NON-CANON! But it is meant to be fun. All suitors, please post your name, race, and a little bit about yourself in character. Once all the suitors have posted, we'll continue the game. Kate, if I made a mistake with your info, let me know so I can edit.
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Kate Green
Dedicated
Assessing the damage w/ Naoki
Roleplay posts: 309
Age: 19
Physical Description: Kate is built slenderly, but working in her gardens and on the field has defined her muscles. Her eyes shine with an amber hue and her silvery hair never seems to get dirty from the work she still insists on doing herself.
(Full Sized image: http://imgur.com/bJTWavF)
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a pink apron on her that has a simple square pattern. Underneath, brownish green pants and a black tube top. Many tools, such as a flower shovel, a small rake and a spray bottle, fit inside her pockets. A large red ribbon complements her hair.
When she was working at the Midnight Sun, she replaced her red ribbon with a black one she was gifted when she first joined. She also had a green dress, gifted to her by Naoki.
After being gone away for a long time, she has since expanded her wardrobe, and tends not to think about her clothes too much and follows whatever trends Naoki says are popular now.
Player's online availability : Consistently inconsistent
Registered: Sept 4, 2015 15:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Kate Green on Sept 24, 2015 11:11:43 GMT -8
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Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: Uncalculable
Physical Description: ===============================================
She stands at about four feet, eleven inches tall, a bit shorter than average. She has long, silky, brilliantly red and wavy hair that cascades down her back. Her eyes are a deep, fiery orange, and are filled with a tons of energy and cheeriness, though there is a great madness and danger deep, deep inside, if one looks hard enough. Her skin, while smooth and without a single blemish, is deathly pale, clashing greatly with her brilliantly coloured hair and eyes. Her teeth are clean and white, and her two canines are quite a bit longer and much sharper than the average, looking very dangerous. She has long, elegant fingers tipped by short, blood red-painted nails, the glossy polish shimmering in the slightest light, which extend into claws for battle. Perhaps the most eye-drawing feature on her, however, is her wings. Comparatively huge and coloured a beautifully iridescent crimson as brilliant as her hair, they stretch out wide when opened, and the tips drag on the ground when they’re not. She doesn’t appear to mind, however, having learned long ago how to cope. While she certainly is not the curviest of females, she still has a pleasant body, with an underwhelming, yet somehow elegant-seeming bosom, very slight hourglass figure, and an effeminate waistline and tone backside. Her arms and legs are both slim but well-toned, speaking of a life of activity and healthy -- if not extremely frequent -- eating. On the side of her neck is a long, slim tattoo of an angry-looking black serpent, curving with the contours of her throat.
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Zuu wears no armour and wields no weaponry. Instead, she uses her charming aura left over from when she was an angel to fool her victims into complacency before rabidly tearing them apart. She is much faster than your average vampire due to her slight figure and light weight. She tends toward quick, overwhelming strikes when battling rather than heavy one-hit destruction. She doesn't use weaponry, instead preferring to stick to shapeshifting and her natural nail-claws and fangs for battle. She is able to employ illusions and glamours to fool those who would hunt her down into thinking she is a simple farm girl, or a true angel, or whatever it is she feels she needs. She is known as the "Red Death" for her tendency to seek out and eliminate any survivors of her battles, even if they're on the run.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 10:11:12 GMT -8
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Post by Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen on Sept 24, 2015 12:07:54 GMT -8
Name: Zuu of The Fallen Race: Totally Human! Honest! Tell us about yourself: Uhm...well, I like neck-kisses, I'm really fun to be around, and I'm totally a daredevil! If you like getting into loads of trouble, get with me! We'll have a smashing time! (Zuu is casting a glamour to make herself appear as a pretty human girl, her crimson hair tied up into a bow/ponytail, wearing a big fluffy white-and-pink dress with multiple layers and an inbuilt corset that pushes her bust up, along with shear white stockings and garnet-jewelled shoes.)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2015 12:15:09 GMT -8
The door opens to reveal Hasdrubal. He is wearing a suit entirely composed of still living plants, along with a hat of the same material. Notably, his skin is significantly more tan than usual, and his face-plate is missing, revealing two sky blue eyes. He stands at roughly seven feet high, and seems exceptionally well muscled. Bowing deeply, he proclaims,
"What an honor to meet so fair a maiden. Truly the finest rose I have seen! My name is Hasdrubal, I am an artisan in the field of alchemy! I am a human of a mere twenty years, so please forgive any inexperience."
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Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
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Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Sept 24, 2015 12:15:52 GMT -8
Name: Gwenneth Barclay, but I prefer Gwen, really.. Race: Huh? White. Oh, my species? I am Human, most likely. Tell us about yourself: Oh, well okay! I am five feet and three inches exactly in height...what, that is not what you were looking for? My interests? Oh. Well, I enjoy spellcasting, for I am a witch. I like to read a lot. I like to talk to Pippin. Uhm...Oh! And I love exploring and making herbal remedies, and I am also an excellent cook! Is this part of the mating ritual?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2015 12:16:47 GMT -8
"What are you wearing?!" Mikro cried out in horror at Has' outfit. She fell to her knees and began to sob. "They were so young....so, so young...."
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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 24, 2015 12:17:54 GMT -8
Vain grins broadly and waves as the door opens.
"Hi! I'm Vain Caulfield! I'm an incubus, third order! That's right, an actual literal sex demon. I probably won't steal your soul. About myself...I know how to play three different musical instruments, I like long walks on the beach, and I'll bring you pleasure that no mere mortal could ever even hope to accomplish. Uh...I also like pizza."
Vain has hidden his wings and horns, and appears to be wearing a tuxedo. He gives an inhumanly attractive smile to the crowd, blowing kisses to anyone watching and winking flirtatiously to his fellow contestants.
"If you guys drop out, I'm always here for you. I'll let you in on the fun, as well."
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Roleplay posts: 0
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2015 12:24:19 GMT -8
"What are you wearing?!" Mikro cried out in horror at Has' outfit. She fell to her knees and began to sob. "They were so young....so, so young...." Hasdrubal tugs at the hem of his jacket. "A carefully pruned and cultivated collection of vines! It's surprisingly comfortable, once you get used to it."
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Kevin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Physical Description: Kevin is a non-descript man, dressed in a suit.
Registered: Sept 17, 2015 18:15:13 GMT -8
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Post by Kevin on Sept 24, 2015 13:07:02 GMT -8
To the applause of the crowd, Kevin walks out on stage, flashing a winning smile and waving to the audience. He is sharply dressed in a black tuxedo and white dress shirt, with a red tie that would remind any patrons of the Midnight Sun of the signature tint of Heartbreak. His hair is slicked back and immaculately styled. Taking a seat at his appointed spot, he speaks into the microphone.
"Hello, everyone, glad to be here tonight! My name is Kevin, just plain old Kevin. I'm a human, obviously, and I just celebrated my 22nd birthday last month. I work as a bartender at the Midnight Sun, here in the Free City. My hobbies include experimenting with new drinks, listening to music, and playing chess. Thank you very much!" He leans back in his seat, and awaits the start of the competition.
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Sing-Sing Bearbane
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 20
Physical Description: About 3 feet tall with grey skin, somewhat muscular and heavily built, not the fastest kobold but still agile and with high reflexes
Clothes and Equipment: A twisted branch through which earth magic may be channeled.
Registered: Jun 28, 2015 20:04:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sing-Sing Bearbane on Sept 24, 2015 17:01:33 GMT -8
The creature scampered on to the stage, wearing a vague facsimile of formal attire, a suit,tie, shirt, slacks, and sandals that he was able to acquire on such short notice. His outfit was small, terribly coordinated (though rather vivid in color), and extremely clean. He also had his trusty staff, which he could twirl like a baton with surprising skill.
"Hello fellow humans! Me Sing-Sing Bearbane of the might Kobolds." He said with with a violent thump on his chest. "I enjoy casting earth magic, eating bugs, and fighting! I protect your honor and help you take care of your plants! Remember human expression, big things come in small packages!" He waved his hands to the crowd, smiling as best he could and also trying to hide the fact that he hated clothing and was used to being naked.
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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 24, 2015 18:17:57 GMT -8
Taking a measured pace the Lord of Wrath slowly stepped onto the stage with a fiery explosion cascading into colorful fireworks following his every step. Choosing to remain in his true form Maelik scanned the crowd, a wide smile spread across his face. Out of the norm though was his attire. Rather than his menacing armor and shining helmet he chose to wear a size appropriate suit and a decorative ball mask for the upper half of his face. Facing the crowd he offered a sweeping regal bow, his wings scratching the floor in the grandiose display before flapping once and furling behind his back to create a sort of cape.
"Salutations and good day my good people! I am Maelik Fellblade Rekjar, Demonlord of Wrath and the Fifth Circle of Hell. As one can surmise I too am a demon."
Walking over to a nearby unoccupied chair he flashed another grin, his pose simultaneously composed and playful. "I'm an avid artist with a fiery passion for interaction. Be it via playing a casual game or simply sitting down and talking I'm ball. It can be said that I'm a bit unpredictable, but what is life without a little chaos? I can guarantee that a night with me will never be boring."
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
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Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Sept 25, 2015 7:46:51 GMT -8
As her door opens, Madame Naoki gives the crowd a regal wave before stepping down onto the stage. From the crowd, cheers erupt, and half-intoxicated patrons of the Midnight Sun cheer her name. Flagons descend upon tables repeatedly, adding a drum line to her procession down the stage. Madame Naoki covers her mouth with one hand and endeavors to quiet the crowd with the other.
She is wearing an expensive, yet not overtly ostentatious purple velvet and lace dress. The sheer lace intersperses segments of velvet, introducing shapes and patterns to the otherwise shimmering form-fitting garment. The outfit manages to convey an air of regality underscored with a mature allure.
Naoki walks up to her podium, and paws at the attached microphone a bit, to ensure it's working. A soft hum rolls from the speakers, before she begins to speak.
"Hello, I am Madame Naoki. I own and manage Free City's renown Midnight Sun. My hobbies include singing, dancing, and managing the Midnight Sun. I dream of a world wherein all people can freely and happily live out their lives, lifted from the chains of hunger and poverty. In relationships, I value mutual honesty, openness, and a willingness to have a bit of fun."
She glances up at Kate, upon the other stage, and gives a warm smile, twitching her ears in that enticing way that only cats can.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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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 Sept 25, 2015 10:03:54 GMT -8
The door opens and Grandma strolls in, an air of stateliness coming from her. She smiles warmly to the crowd as she walks in, throwing some candy to the children watching as she makes her way to the stage, black cane clicking on the floor.
She is wearing a voluminous black dress with silver trim along with a purple silk scarf. Her hair is in a tight bun, held in place by a silver hairpin. She addresses Kate, eyes sharp and back straight despite her age.
"My deary, although the others have all come here for your love, most with lust in their eyes, I have come here for a pure purpose! I need not speak about my hobbies, simply listen to my advice I give you. For if you take me out with you first, I shall give you experience that only comes with old age and steer you away from those who do not have pureness in their hearts!" She glances significantly at the two demons who came.
Grandma then broke into a fit of coughing and took a minute to recover herself before continuing.
"And the greatest advice I can give you is this. If they ain't human, exclude em!"
With that Grandma walked off the stage.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 18, 2024 12:50:50 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2015 10:06:35 GMT -8
"Well, that's not very nice...." Mikro whimpered, "I'm small, but I'm a person too...."
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Sing-Sing Bearbane
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 20
Physical Description: About 3 feet tall with grey skin, somewhat muscular and heavily built, not the fastest kobold but still agile and with high reflexes
Clothes and Equipment: A twisted branch through which earth magic may be channeled.
Registered: Jun 28, 2015 20:04:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sing-Sing Bearbane on Sept 25, 2015 11:59:25 GMT -8
"Hmph" Sing-Sing turned his nose up at Grandma's presence and mutters under his breath "Nothing wrong with Kobolds, bigot."
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Kate Green
Dedicated
Assessing the damage w/ Naoki
Roleplay posts: 309
Age: 19
Physical Description: Kate is built slenderly, but working in her gardens and on the field has defined her muscles. Her eyes shine with an amber hue and her silvery hair never seems to get dirty from the work she still insists on doing herself.
(Full Sized image: http://imgur.com/bJTWavF)
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a pink apron on her that has a simple square pattern. Underneath, brownish green pants and a black tube top. Many tools, such as a flower shovel, a small rake and a spray bottle, fit inside her pockets. A large red ribbon complements her hair.
When she was working at the Midnight Sun, she replaced her red ribbon with a black one she was gifted when she first joined. She also had a green dress, gifted to her by Naoki.
After being gone away for a long time, she has since expanded her wardrobe, and tends not to think about her clothes too much and follows whatever trends Naoki says are popular now.
Player's online availability : Consistently inconsistent
Registered: Sept 4, 2015 15:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Kate Green on Sept 26, 2015 4:41:42 GMT -8
Kate stood up from her seat and spoke to the microphone she had been given beforehand by micro. She spoke in a fervent voice.
"I'm sorry granny, but I can't agree with your ideals. It is my strong belief that everyone should have an equal opportunity to love, marry and sleep with whomever they want! My own father lived in an interspecies relationship and I was raised in belief that no one should be shunned because of their unorthodox beliefs or physical attributes. Is this not the belief that The Free City was built upon!?"
Kate extended her arms and was quick to drop the microphone. Nobody could really tell whether or not it was intentional, as she seemed extremely flustered by it. Nevertheless, she picked it up without delay and continued.
"So uhh... I have a question for all the attendees. What are your *cough* measurements?"
The audience let out an ubiquitous "WOOO!".
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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 26, 2015 10:08:45 GMT -8
As Granny got told off in front of a live audience Maelik couldn't help but smile a wee bit, however said smile was quickly wiped off his face by Kate's rather personal question. Blushing a little he crossed his legs and tried to make himself seem a little less surprised by the sudden turn of events.
"Oh... Ah... Well... I'm fourteen feet tall, have a twenty eight foot wingspan, equal tail length to my body height, I'm fairly well built and I have a... Well I've got a... A two and a half foot errr private part." Twiddling his thumbs Maelik looked for perhaps the first time in his life embarrassed, not used to discussing things in public but refusing to back down since he put the effort in the court the lovely young lass.
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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 26, 2015 10:59:03 GMT -8
Vain grins. Uncle Mae has no subtlety.
"I'm 5'11" tall, I wear size 10 shoes, and have a medium-sized head. As for what you're actually looking for...well, you'll just have to find out. I assure you, you'll be pleasantly surprised."
He chuckles, and licks his lips.
"Oh, and I have a seven-inch long tongue."
He gives Kate suggestive eyebrows.
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Sing-Sing Bearbane
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 20
Physical Description: About 3 feet tall with grey skin, somewhat muscular and heavily built, not the fastest kobold but still agile and with high reflexes
Clothes and Equipment: A twisted branch through which earth magic may be channeled.
Registered: Jun 28, 2015 20:04:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sing-Sing Bearbane on Sept 26, 2015 13:29:19 GMT -8
Sing-Sing raised an eyebrow quizzically. One could see the gears turning in his little head.
... Ah.
"Me 3 feet tall, but dire weasel form is the size of a bear."
He growled salaciously, proud of himself.
"Humans have werewolf lycanthrope, but kobolds have dire weasel lycanthrope. So if you want bigger, I go bigger. But then you miss out on... shall we use other human expression... two heads are better than one.. Double the width, doubles your pleasure, double your fun."
With this last statement he slowly twirled his staff, his robust, scaly little fingers manipulating the wood like a piano master. He also would turn to Vain. "And you're not the only one with a long tongue." HSSSS!!
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Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================================
Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Sept 26, 2015 21:35:44 GMT -8
"I am exactly one-hundred sixty centimetres tall," explains Gwenneth, smiling broadly. She clearly has everyone beat; she had no strange protuberances that could possibly be seen as genetic defects! "My hips are ninety-nine and fourty-four centimetres around--" Gwen stops abruptly in the middle of speech, looking concerned. "Oh dear," she says, looking toward the ground with a furrowed brow, "I am afraid I have never measured my chest or waist. I apologise, I cannot give you my exact measurements." She perks up, then. "But I assure you they are more than satisfactory genetically to produce excellently adapted offspring!"
Gwenneth smiles brightly, completely oblivious to the ideas being presented by the rest of them. Subtlety is not her strong suit.
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