Lord Requin of Bayonne
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On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55 
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Dec 17, 2015 10:40:44 GMT -8
Requin turns, speaking over his shoulder.
"They've gotten powerful because people are afraid, and the cartels are smart. They'll pay off the guards. Some of the guards are corrupt, but most are simply afraid. They're given a choice between steel and gold. Stick and carrot. They can take a bribe, or their families will be killed. I don't know why you haven't heard of them, Lady Valois. They really are dangerous. Perhaps your parents kept you sheltered in an attempt to keep you away from all the bad things in the world, I don't know. But they are seriously effecting the economy. Wine production, for example, is higher than ever, but profits are down almost fifteen percent! Why? The official answer is that it's because of competition from overseas producers, but it's really because of the cartels. They give the merchants a choice. They can either give the cartels a cut of the profits, or they could ship the fairy dust out. If they refuse to do either, the farms and ships are burned. It's awful. And something needs to be done about it."
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Queen Arianne
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The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217 
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
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Post by Queen Arianne on Dec 17, 2015 21:56:42 GMT -8
"I see," Arianne said, a troubled look on her face as she looked away from Lord Requin and towards the toes of her boots as she walked. Sionnach swayed with her, her hooves clopping lightly on the smoothed, cobblestone streets.
She didn't understand how Renaux had let things get this terrible, nor how his father, King Voltair, had allowed things to escalate so. Lord Requin made it sound so, so simple. Just route the cartels like one routes a nest of rats! But surely if it was all that simple, it would have already been done?
Frowning to herself, she lifted a hand and rubbed at her temple, then looked up when Lady Vanelle called quietly to her.
"Hm?" Arianne said, turning to the dark haired woman.
"The hour grows late in the city, my lady. We should return to the palace."
Arianne didn't like being told what to do, as evident by her expression. She even less appreciated being told what to do by Lady Vanelle. What a curious relationship the two had!
"Fine," Arianne said, and she turned to Lord Requin. "Thank you for coming with me today. You've given me much to think about." She bowed her head regally to him, then smoothly swung up into the saddle of her horse. Nodding to Lady Vanelle, both of the accomplished horsewomen took off towards the palace.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2015 17:00:08 GMT -8
The pack scour the streets of Travére there are cries of panic, and shouts of alarm, guards occasionally try to stop them but all attempts fail. Every place Ukufa, visited, every person he talked to, every thing he touched was located and assessed. The pack soon have his scent not just the physical scent, but that of his spirit. When the pack finishes they know that Ukufa has taken flight, they know he was behind the riot, they know what he has with him, what he has prepared, and they will be able to track him down where ever he flees. However they will only share his location with the Black Tower, for that is all they have been tasked with. Lakuam waits for the representatives of the tower to make their appearance in Gauldin.
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Jan 4, 2016 17:02:17 GMT -8
A week after the wedding ceremony
Arianne was restless and wouldn't tolerate being still for another moment. Her days were plagued with endless visits from ladies and lords that wanted to size up the new queen, constantly making her blush and feel awkward with her handling of things; which of course made her anger, which made her spiteful, which made her say things that offended or amused the court.
She had to get away from that trap, especially the gossip.
I heard that the King hasn't laid a hand on her, giggled one maid.
Well, why would he want to? She's a harpy, so I've heard. replied the other.
The Shrew Queen! and they giggled about it.
Lady Vanelle, of course, had heard it all and had given Arianne an apologetic look that had only pissed the feisty redhead off more. So she decided to go into the city, to do something productive. The Black Tower were after the man that had killed the men in the park, and bother her "husband" and her father had put a guard detail on her that she couldn't get away from.
She was not allowed to ride her horse out in the open, and that also chafed at her, but at least they let her leave the palace. She stepped out from the carriage, with Vanelle beside her, dressed in a lovely gown with one of the more subtle tiaras of the Royal Treasury nestled in her red locks.
She was outside the Orphange for Unfortunate Youth, and immediately she began to climb the wide stone steps up to the grey building.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2016 17:04:41 GMT -8
Lady Vanelle climbed the steps to the side and just behind the Queen of Gauldin. The Orphange of Unfortuante Youth was about to have the fortunate presence of the Queen forced upon them. She'd given no warning that she was about to grace them with their presence, and Lady Vanelle could only imagine how that might upset the women who ran the orphanage.
She glanced over and saw people staring curiously from the street, guards around the carriage, and two guards traveling with Lady Vanelle and Queen Arianne.
"You have an audience," she mentioned as they approached the door. A flurry overhead had Lady Vanelle glancing up to see the dirty faces of children pressed to the windows to look down in awe at the two beautifully-dressed women that were coming to call. "And a gallery."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2016 16:15:59 GMT -8
As Azure accompanied Ulfang from the Academy grounds and into the streets of this city, she looked around with a mild interest. It wasn't a city she recognized.. but when one had been in-and-out of a Jewel of Power for countless centuries, the rise and fall of cities was anticipated, so she couldn't expect to remember every city. Especially not one on a different plane from the one where the sorceress had found her. Apparently, this wasn't a world she'd been to before. Curious. However, her attention was quick to return to the features of her new Master as he spoke. "..I have long been accustomed to referring to my current Master by their title. But, I suppose, given your instruction, I will make an effort to address you differently."
She was pondering how, exactly, to do so, when he mentioned her decidedly.. non-living qualities. "That is to be expected, as I have not been alive for an exceedingly long time." She'd lost count of just how long she'd been tied to the Jewel too many centuries ago to even.. well.. count. Both brows shot upward a fraction of an inch at his question, and her head tilted, slightly puzzled. "Do you speak of my presence in this city, or my being bound to the Jewel?" The former was much easier to explain than the latter. Although, given she'd already professed to not having been a living creature for quite some time, perhaps it wouldn't be too difficult an explanation.
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Ulfang von Haren
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Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
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Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 6, 2016 16:34:26 GMT -8
"All I can ask for is that you try, of course. I will not punish you for calling me that, if you truly wish it," responds Ulfang. When she explains her lack of life, he tilts his head slightly, just a bit confused.
"You mean to say that you were once alive? I figured you were simply an elemental construct. Ah, I have always wanted to speak to a soul that didn't hold me in disdain for my particular profession. Do you remember how it feels to be warm? Or, in fact, to feel at all? Do you miss it? Most of the souls I have spoken to have simply wailed about how cold it is to be dead. Odd, really; one would think you would be warmer for being purely energy," says Ulfang, pondering. He walks with purpose, but he doesn't seem to be heading anywhere in particular.
"What I meant, Azure, was how you were bound to the sapphire," he continues, oblivious to her apparent surprise at his question. "Seeing as you are clearly a spirit of some sort, was your soul bound to the crystal by a necromancer? I have some experience with soul binding, and though I don't often unbind them, I do know how."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2016 16:46:31 GMT -8
"Yes. I was once alive." At first, it seemed that was all she was going to say on the subject. Or maybe, she was just letting him get all his questions and comments out of his system. She was silent for several very long moments after he stopped speaking, and then, she finally dredged the words up from somewhere inside her. "I do not recall what it was like to live. My mortal existence was.. longer ago than I can remember. Back when the Old Gods still actively roamed the cosmos."
She looked down at her hands, wondering if this physical interpretation of her appearance was similar to the way she had looked whilst alive. "I do not remember my life. I only remember my death. It was winter. There was.. ice. It covered the top of the water. I fell in. There was nothing but cold.. so cold that it burned. I breathed, but there was no air, only water. The darkness took me." Lowering her hands, she raised her head. Her recitation had been emotionless, a simple statement of facts. "The next thing I knew, I was being awakened, freed from the Jewel by a mage. He was my first Master. He said that the Old Gods had bound me to the Al'Azru Ahira-Zin, The Jewel of the Sea and Sky, and entrusted it to their care."
Clasping her hands before her once more, she pondered some of what he had said. "I am not cold. I do not feel anything, really. Only the pressure of objects against my corporeal form, but it is not as clear as what true bodies feel, I do not believe. There is no sensation of temperature, smell, taste... Most of my sensory perceptions are of magic, energies, water, the like."
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 6, 2016 18:57:45 GMT -8
"Oh...hrm...that sounds unpleasant," says Ulfang, with a frown. Then, he has an idea. "Perhaps, after a bit of loyal service, I can free you from your binding. While I imagine you will age once again, you would be able to feel all the joys of living. There is a reason I artificially preserve my life," responds Ulfang, smiling somewhat excitedly down at her. It would be an interesting challenge of his skills.
"Imagine it. To bring someone to life, for real, instead of the dull perversion of life that my husks, ghouls, and reanimated corpses live. How amazing that would be, what an achievement. I would be known as the best bloodline necromancer to ever live...and I would be giving you the gift of another chance at life," says Ulfang with a wide grin down at his new charge, "a win-win if I've ever heard one."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2016 19:38:43 GMT -8
At his response, Azure simply shifted her shoulders in a small shrug. The memories were.. oddly detached. Almost as if they were someone else's. There was no real feeling to the remembrance of freezing cold, drowning, and panic. She had to wonder if the Old Gods had removed her capability to experience emotion when they bound her to the Jewel. Well.. actually, now that she thought about it, that seemed unlikely. She had experienced a few emotions just in the past couple of days. Annoyance and frustration, mostly, but.. that was a start.
And then came another emotion. Surprise. Her eyes swung up from their idle perusal of the street passing beneath their feet to settle upon him, slightly wide. He was thinking.. of returning her to life? With a real, corporeal body, and all the benefits - and disadvantages - that came with it? Once again, Azure found herself staring at her hands, trying to imagine an existence where she couldn't make them transparent or completely gaseous, or both. It was.. both enticing, and a tad.. frightening? Was that what she was feeling? Fear? Hmm. Interesting.
"..You would.. seek to free me from the Jewel, and restore me to a fully corporeal form.. simply to increase your own prestige?" The corners of her lips turned down in a small frown, and she lowered her hands, gazing up at him again. "Why would you not prefer to keep me at your side, as a source of power who can never age, or fall ill, or get injured, or die? I do not understand." The motivations of men were often beyond her. Perhaps it was because she did not feel the way they felt, that made it so hard for her to think the way they did.
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Ulfang von Haren
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Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 6, 2016 23:14:23 GMT -8
Ulfang shrugs nonchalantly. "I do not thirst for power. I have an excess of it already. My house, however, has long been forgotten, and I have no children to carry on its legacy. Thus, my prestige is the last remaining piece of the legacy of House Von Haren. Prestige is much more important to me than power at this point," he says with a smile touched with just a tinge of sadness, though it's quickly gone. He's very experienced at hiding his emotions.
"Do not misunderstand, however, I would still like you to stay by my side after returning you to life, but...is it not so much more significant if you stay by my side even with the option to leave? Perhaps it is my own overreaching arrogance, who knows," says Ulfang, shrugging his massive shoulders once again.
"And it...saddens me that you do not remember the taste of life. It is so very sweet, after all. It would be a shame for you to be locked eternally in this jewel, slave to the whims of others, never able to experience the joys of life ever again."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2016 23:52:35 GMT -8
Azure watched Ulfang's face very attentively as he spoke. She was trying to understand him. The way he thought. Why he made the choices he did. Perhaps his desire for prestige was part of what made him decide to approach her? Since he claimed it wasn't out of a desire for more power. Interesting, indeed. His arguments were persuasive, especially as Azure couldn't deny that she wished to know what it was like to feel the wind on her face as more than just the brush of airborne water against her energy's manifestation, to feel the texture of things rather than just their pressure against her corporeal form, to taste foods and drinks, to know emotions...
"..There are some appealing aspects to being mortal, I suppose. And there are times when I have wished I was free. Although, those were before I was given the right to Choose my Master, and was forced to do things that were.. less than ideal." She sounded thoughtful, clearly mulling these ideas over in her head. But, to be made mortal, and not desire to stay with him.. would present a problem. Dealing with issues like pain, hunger, and cold, by herself, with nowhere to turn... That was less than ideal, as well. Looking up at him, her tumultuous cerulean-then-indigo-then-slate eyes searched his features as she gathered her words, then spoke.
"I would prefer to experience what it is like to serve you, and explore some of the freedoms you have offered, before I make any firm decision as to the restoration of my mortality. I am heavily considering it, but there are many factors that I do not yet have a full comprehension of. This needs to be remedied before I commit to anything. Is this acceptable?" He seemed like a man of reason. Surely he could appreciate the need to see all facets of a situation before making such a resolution.. especially one that would affect her so thoroughly and permanently.
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 7, 2016 0:04:36 GMT -8
"That is fair," responds Ulfang, meeting her gaze with his own. His eyes are cold, empty even, devoid of any outward signs of emotion or caring despite his words. It amazes him that one such as her did not shrink away from his strange eyes like so many other women, especially upon meeting him for the first time. Though, then again, she IS rather different from most women.
"While I imagine I am not the first one to take you as a servant and give you a modicum of freedom, I imagine most did not. Besides, I must do my own research into how to carry out such a ritual. Such a thing will not be easy, and will require the expenditure of many souls that I do not possess as yet," he continues, pondering to himself as he speaks. "I am not an unreasonable man, so I will not take the spirits of those who do not deserve it...mm...but my minor kingdom has been so...peaceful as late. It may be difficult for me to acquire the energy I need..."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2016 0:34:38 GMT -8
Ulfang's features were not unpleasant, and his gaze didn't bother her; she'd had Masters who were more hideous, both inside and out. There was a certain aestheticism to his face, in a way, she supposed. Such things were mostly beyond her. "You are correct. To most, I was a slave or a tool, kept inside the Jewel when not specifically being used.. in one way or another." Memories of her corporeal form being abused and violated were abundant, and the distaste that inspired (another new emotion, how interesting) briefly flitted through her gaze.
Azure wasn't certain how to feel about the mention of souls being acquired, and used, to facilitate her restoration. She supposed most people would find such a thing abhorrent. But, then again, Azure was most definitely not most people. Most lands of human habitation were grossly overpopulated, meaning that the occasional culling of their numbers was, in the end, beneficial for the community and the land on which they dwelt. Especially as, in societies such as were common in lands such as these, there was often a less-desirable group that others would benefit from the loss. Examining these thoughts, she spoke.
"The logical conclusion would likely be the systematic collection and harvest of such illegal or otherwise undesirable elements as would not be missed, whether in your territory, or that of another. Such types often congregate near bodies of fresh water or rivers, and would be quite simple for me to locate, if brought within the proper range." Azure was compelled to make herself useful. That this usefulness would possibly contribute to her as-of-yet-undecided return to mortality only made it easier for her to offer her opinion, and services.
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 7, 2016 1:11:32 GMT -8
"Slaves are not of interest to me. Well, living ones, anyway. Undead slaves are very useful, and cannot feel or object to any harsh treatment. Thus, they are simply tools. However, I would never force my will upon a being with an intact soul unless, again, they committed a serious crime against me or my subjects or kin," responds Ulfang. He then considers her offer of seeking out undesirable elements in his kingdom, the idea appealing to him more and more the more he thinks about the possibility.
"Yes, that may be a good use of your talents! To be honest, until now I was rather unsure of how you could serve me. I was more thinking of simply having you serve as friendly companionship and a trustworthy confidant until I could properly research a way to free you from your bonds. With that in mind, we should definitely review your abilities at some point," continues the necromancer. He stops at a storefront to ogle the wares displayed in the window. The shop is called "Madame Agnes' Crystalworks" and features a display of naturally-obtained smoky quartz, citrine, and other various crystals twisted into abstract art forms.
He loses interest after not too long and continues, his good eye consistently sweeping the marketplace they currently walk through with an almost childlike fascination, rather unfitting for an old soul such as his, though...perhaps a bit of a flattering change from his general cold, steely gaze, with a smile that never quite reaches his eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2016 10:43:41 GMT -8
Azure felt an odd thing as he stated he would never force himself upon her. Almost like there was something inside her that had been wound tight, and suddenly loosened. Emotionally. It was quite strange. Perhaps this was.. relief? She would have to ponder on these things later. And again, there came surprise. "..You approached the Jewel.. and sought to possess it.. just so that I could be your companion?" There was now confusion, blatantly evident in those swirling eyes. But it was slowly replaced by something else new. Gratitude.
"..You are unlike any other Master I have had before. I am.. pleased.. by this notion. I believe I will enjoy my time with you." Pleasure. Enjoyment. Novel concepts. The words themselves felt odd as she spoke them, but that feeling soon passed. There was an a sizable collection of human emotions that were apparently now at her proverbial fingertips. She was most interested to experience each and every one of them. His methods might not be the most ethical, but if Ulfang treated her the way he said he would, Azure would be content to remain at his side.. perhaps even beyond her resurrection.
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 7, 2016 11:28:16 GMT -8
"To be honest, I did not expect you to be anything but a non-sentient elemental being. If that were the case, I would have had no issue possessing you. I will not enslave an innocent, however, and so as soon as I figured out your true nature my intent changed. Not to say that I regret it, of course. I think this will be far more interesting than simply having another tool at my disposal," Ulfang responds in regards to her question, his tone a bit absentminded as his attention still rests with his surroundings. He is oblivious, as usual, to her emotional discovery, muted as his own emotions are.
However, his attention snaps back to Azure in surprise at her words, his brows raising noticeably. He affixes her with a pleasant smile.
"I am certainly glad to hear that. I am so used to people treating me with disgust, disdain, or fear when they learn of my talents that to have someone speak this way about my company is...refreshing. That's not to say I have any intention of quitting the practice, but...it is certainly...nice," Ulfang continues, pondering out loud.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2016 11:39:51 GMT -8
She tilted her head, watching him thoughtfully. Magic was magic - it came in shades of white, black, and everything in between. Dark arts could be used for good, and likewise, the 'good' arts could be used for less-than-good purposes. It was all in how you used it. Azure had seen his soul, and knew he wasn't truly evil, despite the cast of his magics. "I have no true conception of right or wrong. I lack.. what is the phrase mortals use.. a.. 'moral compass', I believe it is? The Old Gods did not see things in that way, so they could not enforce any such beliefs in me. You do what you must, in the most effective way. It is.. economical. I cannot, and would not, fault you for such a thing."
She hesitated, clearly trying to puzzle through what she was feeling now. Perhaps surprisingly, the corners of her mouth slowly tilted upward, forming a small smile on her lips. "I have never been strictly a companion before. Even those who saw me as more than just a tool, slave, or servant, never truly treated me as an individual, with thoughts and potential feelings of their own. I was.. a novelty that entertained them. More like a pet than a person; doted on, but not treated seriously. I am eager to see what my existence can be like when I am truly given a chance to.. live. And I am grateful for the opportunity." She dipped her head in a respectful, thankful nod.
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Ulfang von Haren
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Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
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Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Registered: Jun 27, 2015 11:08:07 GMT -8
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 7, 2016 18:33:59 GMT -8
"Think nothing of it. It is not as if I have nothing to gain from it," responds Ulfang with a light chuckle, "After all, a smile suits you much better than that flat, unemotional look. Seeing that is reward enough!"
They seem to have wandered out of the market district, moving into a more residential area. The houses are more rundown here, and the stench of poverty touches the air. Every city had to have a poor quarter, and this was it...
Ulfang wrinkles his nose. "Ah, perhaps we should turn back. This place is rather unpleasant," he says nonchalantly, though when he turns around three burly men stand I'm the pair's path, holding spiked clubs and wearing ragged linen clothing.
"Give us all your valuables and nobody gets hurt," says the first one, his accent unrefined and gruff. Multiple scars on his body would suggest a dangerous profession in the past -- even more dangerous than being a common thug. The two who flank him can't be a day past 18 summers, barely a hair upon their chin. The one thing the three share in common is that, despite their muscular frames, their faces are gaunt and downtrodden-looking, to a man.
Ulfang gives a smile in response, but his tone is dead serious, with a dangerous edge to it as he says, "I will give you children one chance to turn around and return to your homes. I suggest you heed this warning; I am not one to be trifled with."
The men laugh in response, and Ulfang's hand slowly drifts toward the hilt of his sword upon his back. Thus could get ugly very quickly.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2016 18:44:10 GMT -8
"I will endeavor to smile more frequently in the future." It was, after all, hardwired into her very being to do whatever pleased her Master. When they came to a stop, Azure looked around at Ulfang's suggestion, assessing their surroundings. She felt the approach of the three men before he turned around, and seemed entirely unimpressed. Those features and the blue eyes set in them were completely impassive as the spirit stared the men down.
With the slightest movement of one hand, the moisture was sucked from the air around the trio of unwise men, making it dry as a desert. Another gesture formed that liquid into small globules of water that hovered in the air. A third caused the molecules within that water to slow so rapidly and drastically that they flash-froze into small, sharp little spears of ice, that glinted wickedly in the light. The collection of tiny, razor-sharp icicles shot forward suddenly, slicing through clothing and flesh in a rapid-fire sequence. Doing so caused them to shatter, of course, but water was her domain: She could easily reform them with more water, taken from the blood of the men themselves, if she so chose.
Without looking up at Ulfang, she spoke quietly. "Forgive me if I have overstepped my bounds, but it is required of me that I protect my Master from all threats." And she was a very effective bodyguard.
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