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 18:50:10 GMT -8
"I've never courted a woman before. None have ever struck me as worth the effort.. nothing but spoiled, fluttery rich girls looking for a man to keep them clad in silks and with servants to order around. Not the kind of woman I wanted." Just thinking of the girls he'd passed over in Medan - Goraia, now - made Tristian grimace. Were they even still alive? He supposed it didn't matter. Nyx was the one that was here.. the one that mattered. That thought drew his gaze back to her, and it filled with warmth and desire. She was something different. Something special. He felt the need to keep her. Her words made him chuckle, and he leaned toward her, his hand rising to gently stroke her cheek with his thumb.
"Yes, rather strange, but my mother always said that if something feels natural, it can't be wrong, no matter how strange it may seem. I've kissed my fair share of women, but none of them have ever made me feel the way you did." He gazed into her eyes as his caressing thumb wandered closer to her full lower lip. He had to resist the urge to kiss her again and instead forced himself to drop his hand and lean away, instead stirring the stew in his bread bowl idly with his spoon.
"Then again.. I'm the last son of my House. There are no expectations of me. And you are a Queen - no one should hold you to any expectations. I believe we can bloody well court how we want. If that means skipping a few steps or skirting some of the traditions, I don't see anything wrong with that at all. For example, I'll be damned if I let some chaperone follow us around, telling us to keep our distance and keeping us from kissing. I am a grown man, I'll kiss whoever I bloody well want." This last was grumbled before he thrust a spoonful of stew into his mouth. Chaperones. It had always seemed like such a ridiculous practice, to him. Even more so now that there was a woman he wanted to pull into dark nooks and crannies and kiss senseless.
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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 20:41:55 GMT -8
She looked straight ahead and let loose a sigh, "I have to say," She looked back to him, almost pouting, "I'm jealous. You're my first kiss."
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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 11, 2016 10:18:01 GMT -8
Tristian froze with his spoon in his mouth and looked at Nyx, his brow furrowing in puzzlement. After a moment, he finished his mouthful of food and put the spoon back into the bread bowl, then scooted closer to Nyx and slid his arm around her waist. With his hand on her hip, he pulled her closer, lowering his head so that he could bring his lips to her ear. While his fingers stroked her hip, he murmured softly, his voice husky. By the gods, but this woman made his blood boil just by being there.
"I won't lie and say I've never been with a woman. But I'm being completely truthful when I say that no woman has ever made me feel the way you do. I've never burned with want like this, or felt as much like an untried boy, anxious and hopeful and yearning. And it's not just physical desire. I want to make you laugh, see you smile, wipe away your tears.. I want to know what you look like first thing in the morning, your eyes heavy with sleep and your hair a tousled mess." He tilted his head, lips brushing just against the shell of her ear as he smiled. Then his free hand rose, hooked index finger gently pressing to the underside of her chin and turning her head until her gaze met his. Whereupon he pressed a quick kiss to the tip of her nose, followed by a soft, brief one to her lips.
"And I make a promise to you now - from today forward, the only woman who I will be kissing is you. For as long as you want me. Don't be jealous, Nyx. I'm all yours. The past is gone, but the future is ours."
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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 11, 2016 18:42:07 GMT -8
Nyx looked into his eyes, a shocked silence had settled over her, a look of surprise written upon her face. Her eyes watered up and smile spread. She kissed him in return; bringing her soft lips to his, bringing her hand up and into his hair. She maintained it, repeatedly renewing it with another kiss, a soft action. She pulled away, "Whats the point of courting someone when their heart already sits in your grasp?" She looked into his eyes with longing.
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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 11, 2016 19:34:37 GMT -8
The constant renewal of the kisses didn't bother him at all. In fact, Tristian happily kissed her back every time their lips met, his hand sliding down over the slender column of her neck, over her shoulder, and finally down to rest on her waist. His thumb stroked the bottom of her ribcage as they kissed, and he looked down at her with heated eyes as she drew away. Her words, however, made his eyes widen. Was she saying..? He swallowed hard, his heart in his throat. Capturing her left hand in his right, he raised it to his lips and pressed a tender kiss to the backs of her knuckles, then spoke quietly.
"You're right. You're completely right. We live in an age where life is uncertain. Death can come at any moment, whether it's in the form of a military coup, dark magic, a fall from a horse... What's the point of following traditions? My heart yearns for you like it never has before. That must mean something. I believe it means everything." His thumb gently stroked the back of her ring finger with his thumb and continued.
"I have no ring to give you, but I'll amend that as soon as I'm able. I'll go into town and get one tomorrow, if it would make you happy. Even though I come to you with no lands, barely a title, and lacking a ring, I offer you my heart in hopes that it will be enough.. will you be my wife, Nyx Mann?"
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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 11, 2016 20:43:58 GMT -8
Nyx looked deeply into his eyes, "I could not ask for any more than your heart." Her smiled widened, her eyes brightened, she spoke almost a whisper, "Yes..." She spoke it again, with happy conviction, "Yes, I will be your wife."
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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 11, 2016 21:09:38 GMT -8
Tristian's heart descended from his throat back into his chest, only to tumble over several times from sheer exhilaration when Nyx gave her answer, and then he was grinning, the expression so wide and bright that it hurt his face. A happy laugh escaped him as he gathered her close, pulling her onto his lap and wrapping his arms around her waist as he kissed her firmly, a passion-filled caress of lips that pulled at his heart as much as it stirred his loins. Then he was burying his face in her hair, nuzzling her neck as he spoke. Despite the quiet tone of his voice, it was so filled with delight that there could be no denying his elation.
"I never thought I would find a wife, or at least not one who made my heart overflow with such joy. Tomorrow, we will go into the city, and I will buy you a ring, and we can begin whatever preparations you feel we should make. I will also look into the necessary documentation. How long do you want to wait?" The question was slightly muffled, as his attention had turned to dragging kisses against the pale skin of her throat. He couldn't help himself. She was right there, in his arms, and the scent of her hair was clouding his thoughts, and she had said yes. He was going to marry a beautiful, amazing woman with an unbelievably strong heart and a spirit that shone so bright it dazzled him. And they'd only just met. It was madness. But it felt so right. He was having the hardest time not seeking to fulfill his current fantasy of seeing her flushed with pleasure in front of the fire's glow. They really should wait till they were married. ..Shouldn't they? Now he wasn't sure.
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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 12, 2016 15:54:11 GMT -8
Nyx let out a surprised squeal as he dragged her into his lap. She accepted the kiss, her heart skipping a beat followed by beating faster. When he pulled away to speak, she found it that he stole her breath away. For a response she had to think a moment. She loved the man from first sight, but they still only just met. As he trailed kisses down her neck a shiver went up her spine. She found it hard to answer but she made a decision. "We should at lease wait until after the summit." She smiled, the gears in her head starting to turn, "I would love to marry you as soon as possible, my heart tells me to. My mind though, reminds me that we just met." She leaned her head back on to chest and shoulder as she spoke her mind started working past her heart, "Let us truly get to know each other before we take our oaths." She reached up and rubbed the side of his face, "This way none can say we were hasty, no rumors of plots can be played about us." She kissed his cheek, "We are both people of power, despite our newfound love we must be smart about our actions."
She stood suddenly and turned to face him, her still wet hair tumbling and spinning about from the motion. She leaned forward, placing her hands on his shoulders. She brought her hips forward, kneeling into the couch and straddling Tristian. She spoke again, her eyes had became soft and yearning, everything she was saying to do was not what she wanted, "Let us keep our engagement a quiet matter for now. Let us celebrate it, among ourselves." She leaned in and kissed him on the lips, briefly. She moved in, mere inches from his ear, stopping, thinking of what else to say. She spoke, softly longingly, "Take me for yourself, Tristian, so no other can dare."
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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 12, 2016 17:02:21 GMT -8
"Mm, yes, after the summit. Very wise." The words came half-absently, as Tristian was still kissing her neck. Although those kisses halted as she caressed his cheek, and instead he simply smiled against her pale skin, pulling her closer and nuzzling his nose into that little hollow just behind her ear. He drew back slightly when Nyx suggested getting to know each other, and nodded, his gaze meeting hers when she kissed his cheek.
"Of course. Anything you wish to know of me, I'll tell you. I lay my heart and soul bare before you. There will be no secrets." He grunted, a displeased noise, when she abruptly stood, but didn't reach for her. However, his eyes widened when she leaned in and settled astride his hips, a provocative position that made him suck in a harsh breath even as his hands fell to her hips. There was a momentary flash of surprised disappointment in his gaze at the suggestion they keep their engagement secret, but after taking a moment to think it over, he nodded in agreement. It made sense. There would be talk of political alliances and subterfuge if they were to suddenly announce their intent to marry; none would believe it due to genuine emotion. These thoughts were interrupted by her kiss, and then her words near his ear... Tristian's jaw dropped, his grip on her hips tightening ever so slightly as he barely resisted the urge to pull her in and show her just how much a certain part of him very much liked that idea. He cleared his throat, struggling against arousal, and replied huskily.
"..Are you certain? That's not something that can be taken back. And much as I'd love nothing more right now, I want you to be sure it's what you want, and that you won't regret the choice when our wedding night comes." His thumbs stroked the soft skin just above her hipbones as he turned his head, brushing his lips across her cheek with a slight rasp of stubble against her fair skin.
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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 12, 2016 19:20:41 GMT -8
She leaned back and looked into his eyes, "You are the only man I have ever had this feeling for. The only man who I ever will." She leaned forward, "If you think we should hold off. I am fine with that." She smiled, "Sometimes its better to wait and savor the meal." She gently set her forehead against his, her hair dropping down creating a curtain on the sides of her face and blocking Tristian's view of anything else but herself. Her eyes were closed, taking comfort in the touch.
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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 12, 2016 20:01:47 GMT -8
"Yes, savor the meal.. but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy appetizers, hm?" His hands slid up from her hips, gliding underneath the edge of her shirt. As his fingertips stroked the soft skin of her back, Tristian breathed a sound that was full of yearning, then tilted his head to brush his lips against hers. When he looked into her eyes, Nyx would find his a deep earthen brown so dark it was nearly black, arousal having darkened the irises and blended them with dilated pupils. His hands inched upward, dragging her shirt with them, as he explored the soft planes of her back and sides with reverent caresses, and then he spoke in a voice brimming with unbridled longing.
"Let me please you, Nyx. There's so much I can show you." Without waiting for a response, he let his hands slide back down the way they'd come, but they didn't stop where they'd been before, instead falling further to cup that curvaceous posterior he'd had the good fortune to admire earlier in the day. With a strength that might surprise her, Tristian rose to his feet, cradling Nyx's body against him as he strode confidently toward his bedchamber. As he went, his lips found her neck, and he nipped gently at the skin above her pulse point. The thought of laying her out on his bed and exploring her body at his leisure filled him with fire, and he groaned as he pulled her hips against his, passing through the door that slid open at his approach. Crossing to the bed, he laid her gently upon it, then crawled up over her, his hands already seeking to remove her clothing. He swore to himself that he would give her a night she'd never forget.
<Fade to black>
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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 12, 2016 21:20:36 GMT -8
Nyx grinned as she felt his hands ride up her shirt, the feeling of his hands running up her back. She looked into his eyes, seeing the intense darkness, an opposite to the shining lights her eyes had become over the course of the evening. She thought for a moment that it was almost poetic; their eyes relating as such.
As his hands raced down her back and into her pants she breathed it sharply, a blush coming to her face, and exhaled slowly. Her heart was racing at his words and actions. Picking her up made her squeal, nibbling at her neck made her sigh delightedly. She felt him against her as they entered his chamber.
When he laid her upon the bed she looked up at him. Red faced, embarrassed but eyes shining bright with love and conviction, a gentle smile upon her lips.
<fade to black>
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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 13, 2016 9:58:44 GMT -8
<The next morning>
Tristian stirred as light trickled in through his bedroom's lone (admittedly large) window, and grunted in displeasure. It was far too early for the sun to be up, or so he felt. Hadn't he only gone to sleep a few minutes ago? His attempt to shift and roll away from the offending light was prevented by the fact that his right arm was trapped beneath something, and at first, he was confused. Then he opened his eyes and saw the beautiful mass of rich dark curls that covered the pillow beside his head, and the pale slope of a delicate shoulder, and memory returned to him. Love swelled within his heart, and he was smiling as he slid his left arm around her waist and snuggled into her back. Nuzzling his face into that silky soft hair, he pressed a gentle kiss to the back of Nyx's neck and then closed his eyes, fully intending to go back to sleep for a while. They had the whole day ahead of them to do whatever she liked, and although he knew Naoki would want to see her today as well, he wanted to put that off as long as he could.
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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 14, 2016 0:02:56 GMT -8
Tristian's movements woke Nyx; he changed positions, snuggling up against her. The feel of his arm around her, the soft kiss at her neck. She let out a contented sigh, and closed her eyes to fall back to sleep, with a smile on her face. Tristian would wake her when needed, she was sure. After that night, the things she experienced, some extra rest would do both of them some good.
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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 14, 2016 10:21:04 GMT -8
Tristian slept for a couple more hours, until a voice in his head asked him if he'd be wanting breakfast brought up to his rooms anytime soon. He groaned, and replied that yes, he would need a breakfast for two brought up as soon as possible. Then he set about awakening Nyx, doing so by pressing kisses to her neck and shoulder while his hand gently caressed the soft plane of her stomach. His lips wandered up to her ear and he murmured in a voice husky from sleep.
"My love.. we should get up. Breakfast is on its way, and there's much to be done."
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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 16, 2016 13:09:06 GMT -8
Nyx took a deep breath upon hearing his words and opened her eyes. The feeling of his hand on his stomach, the tingling sensation left from his kisses. She grumbled quietly as she removed her covers pulled away from his grasp and sat up in the bed, her feet hanging off the side and touching the cool floor.
She looked over her should at him, her blue eyes brightened by the sight. The cool air on her bare skin created goosebumps and for a moment she still wished she was in Tristian's grasp, beneath the blankets. still looking over her shoulder she smiled at him.
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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 16, 2016 15:12:15 GMT -8
Tristian let her go with obvious reluctance, and propped himself up on his elbow so that he could gaze upon her, admiring the way she looked in the golden light of morning.. especially with not a stitch on and her hair mussed in the wake of last night's passion. A smirk tilted his lips, and he sat up, leaning over to steal a quick kiss from her lips. Then he was flipping the covers back and sliding out of the bed, unashamed of his nudity as he crossed the chamber to his bathing room. A quick bath was in order before breakfast, and then once they'd eaten their fill, they had a full day ahead of them.
Tristian had been in the bath for about ten minutes when he was alerted to the presence of a servant at the suite door with a trolley full of food. He scrambled out of the bath and rapidly toweled off, then moved to open the door with nothing but a towel slung around his hips. Once the servant had deposited their food on the table (and removed the dishes from last night) they left, and Tristian dressed before sitting down to a hearty breakfast of pancakes, sausage, fruit, and coffee.
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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 17, 2016 1:58:31 GMT -8
Nyx moved in for bath right after Tristian, removing the smells of the night before. She would return to his chambers and hunt down her clothing which was strewn everywhere; her undergarments hanging off the edge of the windowsill. Dressed and clean she joined Tristian for breakfast, her lion cloak adorning her shoulders.
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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 17, 2016 12:43:32 GMT -8
With Nyx sitting beside him, Tristian's focus on breakfast became tenuous, at best. He had to resist the urge to lean in and kiss her every few moment. So he decided to try and distract himself from his distraction by talking about their day.
"I suspect Lady Naoki will wish to speak with us as soon as possible. What would you prefer to do first? Do you want to meet with her? Look for a ring? Other wedding plans?" Wedding plans. Just saying those words made him grin like a fool. He definitely had the look of a man in love.
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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 17, 2016 14:32:07 GMT -8
A giggle escaped her at his grin. She smiled, "In my experience its best to get the chores done before free time."
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