Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210 
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 18, 2016 16:46:29 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Jul 8, 2016 19:20:31 GMT -8
A look of concern flashed across Tristian's face as Nyx put her drink aside and rose from her chair, and he was moments behind her in doing the same, hoping to forestall any departure and apologize for the offense he'd offered. And then his heart began to thump rapidly in his chest. She was accepting! A rare grin crossed his face as Tristian heard her words, and it was perfectly natural for him to reach out and clasp her hand, giving it a firm shake - woman she may be, but she was his equal, and she demanded a show of respect. But when she smiled, her face lit up with all the happiness and excitement of their agreement.. it stole the breath from his lungs, his gaze searching her face with an undeniable fascination. And then the words began to tumble straight from his mind to his lips, unhindered by any common sense as the intensity of the moment swept him along in its course.
"When I saw you at the funeral, I wondered what it would be like to gaze upon a face so lovely when it was filled with joy rather than sorrow. Now that question is answered, and I find it was well worth the wait.. for never in my life have I seen anything as beautiful as your eyes alight with joy and your lips adorned with a smile." The words had scarce left him than he realized what he'd said and pressed his lips into a thin line, his ears burning with embarrassment. What in the world had possessed him to say that? He could've kicked himself.. but he didn't. Instead, he released her hand and stepped back, lowering his head to hide his abashed expression while he apologized.
"I.. I apologize, Your Majesty. I don't know what came over me. Please, forgive my impropriety."
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178 
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jul 8, 2016 22:09:13 GMT -8
At Tristian's words Nyx grew a blush, her pale cheeks brightening. He apologized to her and slight smirk came to her face. She stepped closer to the man. She reached out and gently touched his face, guiding it back up to look at her. She stared into his eyes, her own slowly growing in brightness. "No one has ever spoken to me like that... you shouldn't apologize so much." She smiled then her other hand rose and touched his face; she moved in, brought her mouth to his and kissed him deeply. Her soft lips pressing against his gently but fully.
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Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 18, 2016 16:46:29 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Jul 8, 2016 22:41:47 GMT -8
..She wasn't forgiving him. Why wasn't she forgiving him? Had he truly overstepped his bounds to the point where there was no redemption for him? Tristian was on the verge of babbling an excuse and fleeing into the hall when Nyx stepped closer, and he felt her hand on his face. His eyes widened in surprise as the Queen guided his head up from its bowed position with the gentle touch of her fingers, until his gaze met hers once more. Dear gods, but those luminous blue eyes were utterly captivating. Wait, what was she saying? Relief coursed through him as he realized that she wasn't mad at him, and the tension in his shoulders eased.. until her other hand rose to join its twin. Touching his face. She was-- Oh sweet gods above, she was kissing him. Tristian froze as a dozen thoughts flitted through his head; marveling at how soft her lips were, wondering how he'd managed to somehow earn a kiss instead of a slap, wondering what in the world he should do next.
Wait, why was he asking himself what to do instead of bloody well doing it? Because there was only one course of action: To kiss her back! And that was precisely what he did. A sound that was very nearly a groan fell from his lips to hers as strong hands moved to rest on her waist, framing the delicate curve of her body before sliding around to splay upon her lower back and pull her against him, the lush hills and valleys of her form molding to the hard planes and ridges of his. His eyes closed as he tilted his head and began to kiss her with heat and passion, coaxing her lips apart so that he could taste her more fully, and grumbling a growl of desire at the flavor of his favorite whiskey mixed with something indescribable, something wholly and uniquely.. her. He may very well be in over his head, but if he was to drown, he'd go happily.
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jul 8, 2016 23:16:42 GMT -8
Nyx felt his hand move to the small of her back. She felt him pull her closer and her heart skipped a beat. Her hands slip from their position on his face. One slipped gently past his ear, her fingers combing into his hair. Her other hand slipped down feeling his chest, then sliding along his side and up his back. She had never felt like this. She wasn't even sure why she kissed him to begin with. She was losing herself to it. Feeling his muscles through his clothes, having his taste on her lips, his touch on her.
Never had anyone spoke to her the way he had, never had she felt such an attraction before this. She had never kissed a man before. She had never lost herself in such a way. Yet here she was losing herself in his grasp. Losing herself in another.
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Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 18, 2016 16:46:29 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Jul 8, 2016 23:36:10 GMT -8
The feel of her fingers gliding past his ear, immersing themselves in his hair, sent a powerful shudder through Tristian's body. While her other hand roamed across his chest and finally settled on his back, he felt his own sliding downward, fully intending to cup her shapely posterior - which he'd gotten a very good look at earlier - and pull her against his sizable.. problem. And that was the moment Tristian knew he had to stop. Breaking the kiss with a sound of pain, he pulled back and looked down at Nyx as he struggled to breathe normally, his eyes dark with desire. He wanted her.. more than he'd wanted anything in his life. Even more than he wanted revenge against Goraia for killing his family. He absently licked his lips as he struggled to dredge up enough brainpower to speak, very difficult considering all of his blood seemed to be flowing downward, and finally managed to wrangle words into being from.. somewhere, although they were husky and edged with arousal.
"..Your Majesty, as much as I'd love to continue doing this, I feel I should warn you that it's been quite a while for me, and if things continue down this path, I fear I might spontaneously combust. You merit more than a quick romp with a man you barely know, and quick it would be, much to my shame." Realizing how that sounded mere seconds after the words left his mouth, Tristian cursed softly and continued in a hasty manner, trying to avoid offending her.. and attempting to reclaim some of his dignity. "Not that I necessarily think things would go that far. But the fact remains that you deserve so much better than that. You.. you should be treated gently, and shown romance and tenderness, and..."
Tristian trailed off as he realized what he was saying. He was saying she should be courted - that a man should take the time to woo her properly before finding any sort of place between her legs. More than that, he realized he wanted to court her. Not just because he was suffering through a year-long dry spell, but because she drew him like no woman ever had, and he wanted to give her those things. His expression abruptly firmed with determination, and one of his hands left her back to travel up her arm and free her hand from his hair as he spoke again, murmuring his words in a soft tone.
"If it would please Your Majesty, I humbly request the greatest honor a man can possibly have.. that being permission to court you, because my heart nearly leaped from my chest when we first met, and I have yet to convince it that any woman could possibly measure up to you. To be given such a chance would be a gift beyond measure, and one I would devote the remainder of my life to repaying, if you would but bestow me with your favor." The hand which had been tugged free of his hair was held in a gentle grip as he brought it down, his lips feathering a gentle kiss against the backs of her knuckles.. before turning her hand over and pressing another to the pulse point within her wrist. During all of this, his eyes didn't once leave hers, allowing Nyx to see the sincerity within his gaze: He meant every word.
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jul 9, 2016 2:22:02 GMT -8
A disappointed sigh escaped her when Tristian pulled away. The world around her came back into focus as she breathed deeply, calming herself. However she was flustered, and hot blooded at this point. She just gave the man her fisrt kiss, if he hadn't stopped who knows what would have happened. Embarrassed and mildly confused she started talking at the same time, their words blending together in a awkward fluster, "I don't know what came over me... I've never even kissed anyone. What was I doing?... I've... I..." Her word trailed off only catching the second half of his initial words in any coherence. She looked at closely at the man as he started over. Her face softened from her flustered state to a small smile and soft eyes as he spoke.
Nyx took a few deep breaths, straightening out her thoughts before she spoke,"I... No one had ever dared ask such a thing of me. If you truly mean it, I give you permission to court me." She reached out once more touching his cheek. She spoke in a softly "I doubt you'll have to try hard." She smiled full and bright, the prospect of a man being interested in her never crossed her mind. All her life was training to be a soldier, trying to match up to her father. She never had time or intention of meeting a man like this.
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Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 18, 2016 16:46:29 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Jul 9, 2016 12:20:58 GMT -8
"I've never meant anything more in my life." Turning his head, he nuzzled her hand which was touching his cheek, and pressed a gentle kiss to the center of her palm. His blood was heated, he wanted nothing more than to lay her down in front of the fire and make love to her, but he was going to do this the right way, dammit. She was a queen, she deserved more. That didn't stop Tristian from moving one hand to cradle the back of her skull, fingers gently embedded in Nyx's hair, and kissing her again. He couldn't help himself - that first kiss hadn't been enough, the taste of her, the softness of her lips, was so addictive that the thought of not kissing her was ridiculous. He drank of her like a man in the desert finding a lush oasis, kissing her with skill and finesse for several long minutes before he finally broke away.
"Would you care to join me for dinner, Your Majesty?" The address held a playful lilt to it now, and barely had the words left his lips than they were curving into a small smirk, his hand sliding over her neck and up to cup her jaw so that he could stroke her cheek with his thumb. "I suppose I should call you Nyx now, at least in private.. if you wish it." The way he said her name, that one word filled with desire and admiration and yearning, should've embarrassed him.. but Tristian had never been one to hide his passions when they were ignited. Nyx lit them aflame like no one ever had before.
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jul 9, 2016 22:38:11 GMT -8
She leaned into his kiss, this one was different. It was less hotblooded, far more passionate and loving. Her body relaxed and she rubbed a hand on his chest, the other settled upon his hip. When the kiss finally broke the corners of her lips turned up; a small contented sigh escaped her. She looked into his eyes, a soft gentle longing; certainly not the hunger that was behind them before.
He spoke and she nodded, "Yeah, that would be a wonderful start to this courting endeavor." She smiled at his next words. "Just don't call me Kingslayer," she offered a quick peck on his cheek. "I have to ask, is there a bathing area in the tower? I've been traveling for the past several days and I feel rather dirty."
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Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Jul 9, 2016 22:50:08 GMT -8
"Then I'll send for dinner." Tristian made to step away, but found himself frozen at the question of a bathing area. Mostly because it brought to mind the image of Nyx bared, her fair skin slicked with water-- He shook his head vigorously to dispel that picture and forced himself to take three steps back from her. It was going to be a long evening...
"I.. yes, of course, I was.. going to provide you with your own quarters, which have a.. a bathing room, but if you ah.. if you would prefer, you may.. use mine, through that way, and I will ah.. I will.. send for dinner." He gestured toward the door that led into his bedroom as he turned away, crossing to the nearby table where he usually took his meals so that he could clear it of the books, scrolls, and pieces of parchment that littered its surface. As he did so, he used his signet ring to contact the kitchens and order a meal for two. All the while trying very hard not to think of Nyx. Naked. In his bedroom. He bit back a groan.
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jul 9, 2016 23:14:06 GMT -8
Nyx giggled at his flustered response and headed for the door he gestured at. She opened the door but stopped. She looked over her shoulder, a mischievous smile on her face. In a playful tone, "It sure would be nice... if someone could wash my back for me." She watched for his reaction, hoping to fluster the man further.
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Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 18, 2016 16:46:29 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Jul 9, 2016 23:21:30 GMT -8
Tristian froze as he heard her words, and whipped around to look at Nyx with wide eyes.. then dropped the books and papers in his hands as said appendages seemed to suddenly become nerveless, the mass landing on the floor with a whomp and only barely missing his foot. His eyes roved over her body from head to toe, oh so slowly, and if ever a look could said to be undressing someone.. it was this one. He swallowed, hard, and dragged his gaze back up to her face with an extreme amount of difficulty. The urge to go to her, drag her into his bedroom, and peel every stitch of clothing from her was so strong that his now-empty fingers twitched, and Tristian replied in a voice rough with need.
"You're making it exceptionally hard for me to adhere to my morals. You delightful minx." That wasn't the only thing she was making hard. And his tight breeches did nothing to hide that fact. A realization which made his cheeks flush with embarrassment. This woman was going to be the death of him.
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jul 9, 2016 23:50:47 GMT -8
She snickered at him, "In Aaedan we had huge baths. Bathing together was a common practice..." She let the words hang for a moment, "...but if your not up for it I'll do my best on my own." She went into Tristian's bedroom to take her bath leaving the man with his decision to make.
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Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 18, 2016 16:46:29 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Jul 9, 2016 23:59:07 GMT -8
A strangled sound that was nearly a whimper got caught in Tristian's throat as Nyx departed into his bedroom, and he took a step in that direction, fully intending to follow her. Then he brought himself up short, breathing harshly through his nose. No, dammit. He would be strong. He wanted to do this right! He didn't just want this woman in his bed. Clenching his fists, he forced himself to return to cleaning off the table, dropping all the various documentation on his desk before retrieving his drink and finishing it off. Then he nearly stormed over to the liquor cabinet and poured himself another. It helped to soothe his nerves slightly, which was good. He ended up standing before the fire, left hand braced against the mantle and right hand holding his glass, staring into the flames. It was in this position that he was standing when he was alerted by a servant at the door about forty-five minutes later.
"Enter." The word was grunted, and the door slid open, allowing a servant wheeling a cart full of food to enter the room. He gestured idly toward the table, silently indicating the food should be placed there. Soon said surface was laden with two bread bowls filled with a hearty beef stew, a tray of fresh vegetables with cream to dip them in, and a selection of cheeses, along with a pitcher of lemon-water and two glasses. Tristian remained where he was as the servant left with his cart, struggling to keep his mind on something other than the beautiful woman in his bedchamber. Down that path lay madness, he was certain.
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jul 10, 2016 0:25:34 GMT -8
Shortly after the servant left Nyx returned from the bedroom. She wore the same dark clothes she had before but he cloak was missing; left in the bedroom, not by accident. Her hair was damp and clung slightly to her clothes, the smell of soap clung to her. Her eyes were a less luminous than before, she had calmed down. Until she saw him again, her eyes growing brighter from nearly seeing the man. "What was this?" she didn't know. She didn't understand what this attraction was to the man. The smell of the food however made her stomach audibly growl; a slight blush formed on her face and she looked down and away. A nervous giggle escaped her, "Almost a week and a half on travel rations builds up an appetite."
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Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 18, 2016 16:46:29 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Jul 10, 2016 0:38:02 GMT -8
Tristian heard the moment the door opened behind him, but he didn't turn around just yet. He sipped at his whiskey and turned his head to look at her, and his breath caught. He'd somehow convinced himself that Nyx would be less lovely whens he came out.. he'd been wrong. She was just as lovely as ever, with her hair damp and curling and her skin glowing pink from the heat. Knocking back the remainder of his drink, he set the empty glass on the mantle and pivoted fully to face her, a small smile creasing his features.. a smile that widened when he heard the rumble of her stomach. That was.. oddly adorable, and he chuckled, crossing to where she stood and gesturing for her to take a seat on the comfortable couch beside the table.
"I know how that can be.. so I understand that you must be quite hungry. Please, sit, eat." Once she was seated, he took his place beside her.. but not too close. She was temptation enough as it was without him being close enough to lean in and smell her hair. He poured the chilled water into both glasses and grabbed a slice of white cheese studded with nuts, popping it into his mouth while he lounged back and watched her thoughtfully. He didn't understand it. He'd been attracted to women, certainly. Laid with his fair share - perhaps less than fair, given his noble status. And yet he'd never felt the desire to protect, to cherish, the way he did for this woman. Why was that? He frowned pensively and sipped at his drink as he mused on this subject.
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jul 10, 2016 12:28:29 GMT -8
Nyx sat as directed and went for the bread bowl. She breathed in its smell hungrily and her stomach growled again. Again her stomach growled. This time however she showed no embarrassment. She starting eat, practically wolfing down the food. She stopped suddenly and looked over at Tristian and swallowed what food was still in her mouth. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment yet again, "I apologize. I think my stomach took over."
"This is not how a lady acts beyond our border," She reminded herself, embarrassed and chastising herself.
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Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 18, 2016 16:46:29 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Jul 10, 2016 12:36:53 GMT -8
..She was utterly adorable. That thought struck Tristian as she looked at him with that blush, and he couldn't keep from smiling, chuckling softly as he straightened from his casual lean. Reaching over, he gently pushed a few stray tendrils of hair out of Nyx's face, and spoke in a soft, soothing rumble.
"You've no need to apologize. I want you to feel you can be yourself with me, Nyx. Honestly, your eagerness is adorable. You're so unhindered and honest. It's.. refreshing. The ladies in Medan were always so uptight." In an attempt to make her feel less self-conscious, he also began to eat the stew contained within the bread bowl, ripping off chunks and dipping them into the rich, savory broth as he did so. Whoever had invented bread bowls was a genius, he reflected.
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jul 10, 2016 14:36:10 GMT -8
Nyx smiled, "I fear Aaedanian culture is very strange compared to these lands." She eyeballed her bread bowl, "Ladies in these lands eat like birds. Ladies in Aaedan..." She stopped, "We eat like men." She mimicked Tristan's maneuver; tearing off a piece of bread and dipping in the broth before eating it. She savored the bite, her face showing a bit of pleasure.
She continued eating for a moment, admittedly slower, savoring the flavors. She again looked to Tristian, "About earlier, in Aaedan people usually bath together. I hope I didn't fluster you too much." The same mischievous smile that adorned her face once more made an appearance.
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Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 18, 2016 16:46:29 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Jul 10, 2016 14:47:47 GMT -8
"I see nothing wrong with that, or even anything particularly strange about it." Tristian quirked a brow as he took another bite of bread dipped in broth, then spooned a bit of the stew into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. He was taking a sip of his water when Nyx mentioned the.. temptation she'd offered earlier, and he choked on his water, just a bit. Setting the cup down with a quiet cough, he tried to pretend he wasn't blushing as he struggled to think up a response.
"I.. well. You did fluster me quite a bit. You also tested my determination to.. do this properly. Much as I would've enjoyed, erm, indulging in your custom, I.. don't think I could've withstood the temptation." Absently swirling the chilled liquid in his cup, he looked over at Nyx with a small smile on his lips, but his eyes were dark and serious. "I meant it when I said you deserved better, you deserve to be shown true romance. If we're to become lovers, or something more, I want it to be when we know each other better.. and you've experienced all there is to offer of pleasure. Short of actual intimacy, of course."
His eyes flashed with heat as he said that. Probably because he was picturing her spread out on this very couch, her features flushed and hair tousled, lips parted as she moaned beneath his touch. Tristian gave his head a slight shake as he felt his earlier problem attempting to return. Dammit. He had to stop doing this to himself. Or he was going to spend the foreseeable future in a constant state of unfulfilled agony.
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jul 10, 2016 18:28:35 GMT -8
She was blushing, almost beet red, at his mentions of "intimacy," and "lovers." She didn't know what she was getting into earlier but now she realized and the embarrassment truly was setting in fast. She wiped her mouth, "I'm not used to romantic endeavors. I'm assuming even going as far as we did is strange for just meeting." She smiled, despite her blush, "I thought it was quite nice though."
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