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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Registered: Jun 27, 2015 11:08:07 GMT -8
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 7, 2016 19:00:57 GMT -8
Despite their living in a city fairly well populated with magi, the trio are unused to dealing with magic. They scatter quickly as their flesh is torn apart by the icy needles, taking Ulfang's suggestion and running home to their families, where they'll likely be berated by the women of the households.
Ulfang slides his blade back into its sheath with a faint click and looks down at Azure with a newfound respect.
"While I would prefer that you wait next time, that was quite impressive! They likely would have been much less lucky if I were forced to deal with them, as my solution would have been far more lethal."
The necromancer breaks eye contact with Azure to look about their surroundings again. Eyes watch them from all around, alleyways and streets alike...the environment had suddenly become even more unwelcoming.
"Ah...we should find lodging for the night. It is getting dark and I do not want to cause trouble in a city where necromancy needs special permissions, as ridiculous as that notion is," he says, wrapping his arm and his cloak about Azure again as he briskly walks them out of the area.
"Did you perchance hear of any good inns we may stay at while you were still a resident of the academy, or were you largely unaware of your surroundings?" asks Ulfang, curiously.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 6:34:38 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2016 19:11:27 GMT -8
Hearing his instruction, Azure looked up at Ulfang, and nodded once. "Noted. In the future, I will wait for your permission before taking action." And if there was one thing that could be counted on with Azure, it was that she kept to her word. She was bound to her promises, after all. But, even she could sense the hostility coming from around them. Gathering water from the more distant air, as well as the residue of it that was always found in alleyways and the cracks of streets, she formed a thin wall of water around herself and Ulfang, manipulating the angle and composition so that the two disappeared behind a traveling illusion, that made it appear as though the street were empty.
As they began to walk, she shook her head at his question. "No. I apologize. I was mostly unaware while at the academy. I was.. dormant, in a way. I did not truly begin to awaken until the woman put me in the hall. Then you were there."
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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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Registered: Jun 27, 2015 11:08:07 GMT -8
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 7, 2016 20:29:39 GMT -8
Ulfang seems only partially aware of the distorting magics, and entirely unaware of their purpose, as he keeps his brisk pace until they exit the poor district, emerging once again into the marketplace. "Well, I suppose we should just start looking then, mm?" he says, although he doesn't wait for a response before wandering down the nearest connecting street. It's almost midnight before they make any progress, and the burly necromancer has already yawned languidly several times throughout the trek. The walk was mostly silent, the pair only making some degree of smalltalk, with no real substantial conversation. Finally, however, they've arrived at the massive 15 story Hotel Auberge, and Ulfang gives a relieved grin. "Finally, we have arrived. Luckily, I brought my rather large coin pouch, as this place exudes expensiveness. I will have to have my stallion and mule brought here on the morrow," says Ulfang, thinking out loud as he guides Azure to the entrance, opening the doors wide and approaching the receptionist [Exit to Hotel Auberge] |
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Maes
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 23
Physical Description: Maes is human, and stands at five feet and eight inches, all parts frail and spindly. His skin is a shade of alabaster so pale that dark veins and bright arteries can be seen beneath, sometimes appearing to crawl beneath the flesh of their own volition. His eyes seem the color of a worn road stone, grey and lifeless. Lusterless black hair, several inches too long, dangles from his white scalp in uneven cuts. Despite his graven appearance, no mark of exertion, be it sweat or road-dust, seem to settle on him.
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Clothes and Equipment: Dark, frayed robes hang from Maes's gaunt frame, as though someone had thrown a bed linen over a wrought iron fence. A jagged looking medallion of opaque white crystal clings to the dark cloth as though the chain on which it dangles is only decoration. In stark contrast, his boots look nearly immaculate, evidence perhaps of a past life of luxury, or merely an opportune acquisition from one who enjoyed it.
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Registered: Feb 20, 2016 17:23:10 GMT -8
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Post by Maes on Feb 27, 2016 18:32:39 GMT -8
Travere was a city, and cities have commerce. Commerce demands markets. And markets mean pickpockets and enforcers. Like any travelling troupe of entertainers, Maes's family's employed a fisher or two. He had never learned to do it, but he learned what to watch for. It wasn't long before he spotted a young man using the bump technique on a well dressed woman. Her men didn't notice it, but Maes saw the bulge her newly acquired coin purse made in the thief's sleeve pocket.
Keeping far enough back to not alert the pickpocket, Maes followed him behind several buildings a few blocks from the market. At least this guy was smart or experienced -- you never check your catch until you put some distance between you and your mark. Greed and curiosity both get you caught. He waited until the man stopped, squatted down, and pulled the pouch from his sleeve.
Moving as quietly as he could quickly, he came upon the thief, robes purposefully splayed out behind him, hood down to reveal his eerie face. "You're still young," Maes intoned in as authoritatively and compassionately a manner as he could. "You could still be a good man." He only waited long enough for the man to spin and see his face before the shadow ether left his outstretched hand, hitting the man square in the chest. There would be no physical pain, but his strength would drain out of him instantly, as though he hadn't slept in months.
Maes picked up the dropped purse of coins and bent low over the now exhausted man. "You still have time. You don't have to end up like me," he said. Then he stood up and walked out of the alley in the same direction, turning quickly so anyone coming in behind them wouldn't have time to spot him. Hood back up and robes drawn in again, he wended an uneven path back to the main street and in the direction of an inn he spotted on his way to the market.
[Exit to The Hotel Auberge]
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 5, 2016 19:55:09 GMT -8
Roy walks around the street, taking a deep breath of the cool, fresh air. Of course, it's purely out of habit. He's never really realized that he doesn't have to breathe. Still, it's nice to not have to walk around with an open parasol.
"This is nice, Robin. I almost never go for walks at night. It's not safe to walk around alone, there's all sorts of people out here. Fairy dust sellers and stuff."
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Robin Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 84
Age: 23
Physical Description: Robin is 6'1, has shaggy out-grown pure white hair, with bright blue eyes. He tends to always have a stern look on his face, even when he's drunk at the bar. His face is pale, with a decently looking jawline; not too sharp, not too round, attractive.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears an old worn-out suit with a white a lazily done tie to finish off his look. He wears normal old dress shoes and occasionally wears a long tan trench coat. On each side of his belt hangs two long, sheathed blades, loosely strapped in for easy access.
Registered: Oct 17, 2015 17:22:45 GMT -8
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Post by Robin Fletcher on Mar 5, 2016 19:59:22 GMT -8
Robin follows next to Roy, looking all around him in awe.
"Heh, do you plan to buy some and snort it?" he asks jokingly.
He looks curiously at every vendor that happened to be selling something.
He says, "Oooh" and "Ahh" at almost everything he glances at.
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Maes
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 23
Physical Description: Maes is human, and stands at five feet and eight inches, all parts frail and spindly. His skin is a shade of alabaster so pale that dark veins and bright arteries can be seen beneath, sometimes appearing to crawl beneath the flesh of their own volition. His eyes seem the color of a worn road stone, grey and lifeless. Lusterless black hair, several inches too long, dangles from his white scalp in uneven cuts. Despite his graven appearance, no mark of exertion, be it sweat or road-dust, seem to settle on him.
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Clothes and Equipment: Dark, frayed robes hang from Maes's gaunt frame, as though someone had thrown a bed linen over a wrought iron fence. A jagged looking medallion of opaque white crystal clings to the dark cloth as though the chain on which it dangles is only decoration. In stark contrast, his boots look nearly immaculate, evidence perhaps of a past life of luxury, or merely an opportune acquisition from one who enjoyed it.
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Registered: Feb 20, 2016 17:23:10 GMT -8
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Post by Maes on Mar 5, 2016 20:00:36 GMT -8
A pool of green smoke forms in the alley where Maes had recently accosted a pickpocket. From the pool, Maes seems to grow out of the ground, and then immediately collapses. Covered in sparkly powder, he writhes on the ground like a pin stuck earthworm. The world is spinning and he can't make heads or tails of where he is or remember how he got wherever it is.
There's a voice in his head that keeps repeating something, but he can't understand it. It's almost as if he can see the words rather than hear them. He tries to speak, but yellow comes out instead. He thinks he's crawling towards a light, but it keeps changing colors which causes it to sound different.
It would be several minutes before his preternatural healing would cleanse enough of the fairy dust from his blood stream for him to regain composure.
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183 
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Mar 5, 2016 20:11:42 GMT -8
Vera is lounging outside of a cafe, enjoying the night air. She has a shave ice concoction, soaked in lemonade that she is sipping at. She loved Gauldin, all the mages meant they could make food unlike anywhere else in the world. Seriously who used slush like ice instead of water? It was bliss. Only one thing could improve her mood right now, and then as if on cue he walked around the corner. Grinning excitedly, she vaults over the little fence the cafe had set up, around the patio area. She then runs up to Roy, and wraps him in a hug.
"ROY!"
It is only after she let's go, that she notices the other guy. He looks a lot like Roy, which meant...
"Oh this must be one of your million cousins! Sorry!"
She extends a hand to Robin, giving a sheepish grin.
"Nice to meet you I am Vera."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 5, 2016 20:16:30 GMT -8
Roy grins as Vera wraps him in a hug.
"Hey Vera! This is my cousin Robin!"
He hugs her back, then grins.
"Robin, this is Vera. She's my-"
The young vampire stops, noticing something.
"Do you guys hear something thrashing around in that alley? I hope it's not a cat that got hit by a carriage or something. Hold up a minute."
He wanders over and peeks around the corner, where he sees Maes flailing on the ground.
"Aaah! Vera! Help!"
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Robin Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 84
Age: 23
Physical Description: Robin is 6'1, has shaggy out-grown pure white hair, with bright blue eyes. He tends to always have a stern look on his face, even when he's drunk at the bar. His face is pale, with a decently looking jawline; not too sharp, not too round, attractive.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears an old worn-out suit with a white a lazily done tie to finish off his look. He wears normal old dress shoes and occasionally wears a long tan trench coat. On each side of his belt hangs two long, sheathed blades, loosely strapped in for easy access.
Registered: Oct 17, 2015 17:22:45 GMT -8
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Post by Robin Fletcher on Mar 5, 2016 22:19:40 GMT -8
Robin happily shakes Vera's hand, "It's very nice to meet you ma'am.."
He turns around to see Roy screaming like a school girl. Robin decided to peak himelf and saw a man flailing all about in a crazy way.
"Erm..uhm.."
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Maes
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 23
Physical Description: Maes is human, and stands at five feet and eight inches, all parts frail and spindly. His skin is a shade of alabaster so pale that dark veins and bright arteries can be seen beneath, sometimes appearing to crawl beneath the flesh of their own volition. His eyes seem the color of a worn road stone, grey and lifeless. Lusterless black hair, several inches too long, dangles from his white scalp in uneven cuts. Despite his graven appearance, no mark of exertion, be it sweat or road-dust, seem to settle on him.
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Clothes and Equipment: Dark, frayed robes hang from Maes's gaunt frame, as though someone had thrown a bed linen over a wrought iron fence. A jagged looking medallion of opaque white crystal clings to the dark cloth as though the chain on which it dangles is only decoration. In stark contrast, his boots look nearly immaculate, evidence perhaps of a past life of luxury, or merely an opportune acquisition from one who enjoyed it.
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Registered: Feb 20, 2016 17:23:10 GMT -8
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Post by Maes on Mar 5, 2016 22:30:53 GMT -8
Maes's mind continued to grapple with its tenuous hold on reality. As time passed he realized he was on the ground, probably on a street or in an alley judging by the color -- er, smell. He thought he heard figures approaching but his eyes hurt and his teeth were chattering too hard to taste them. The voice had subsided at least.
When he could start to feel his hands, he tried to push himself to his feet, dimly aware that he had been trying to get away from someone or something before he wound up wherever he was. My hands look amazing right now, he found himself thinking. He continued to struggle to stand up as the figures came closer, shouting or maybe throwing colored balls at each other.
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Mar 6, 2016 8:39:08 GMT -8
Vera rounds the corner after Roy. She looks at the the man flailing on the ground. She rushes over and crouches down next to him.
"You all right buddy?"
She looks over her shoulder at Roy.
"He's probably just drunk, or high. I don't know, give me a hand we should get him some water."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 6, 2016 8:48:34 GMT -8
"Water?"
Roy runs over to the cafe and grabs a glass of water off one of the tables. Ignoring the shouts from the staff, he runs back and holds out the water to Maes.
"Uh...here you go, mister. Are you alright?"
He stands there awkwardly, unsure as to what should be done next.
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Mar 6, 2016 15:09:42 GMT -8
The paths between Tír na nÓg and.. well basically anywhere else were rarely-traveled and sometimes tricky to navigate. Even when one had a general idea of where they wanted to go. When one was leaving their ultimate destination up to the whims of Fate.. things could get a little.. unpredictable. From an abandoned building down a random street, there came abruptly a flash of rainbow-hued light shining through all the boarded-up windows, which faded almost as quickly as it had come. Afterwards, there was several moments of silence.
..Followed by the sounds of things crashing to the floor, breaking glass, and a decidedly feminine squeal of surprise. This ruckus was tailed by a long period of silence, and then a woman's voice was heard, by any soul (likely confused) that was nearby; light, airy, with a faint accent. "A broom closet in an abandoned building? Really? Oh of all the ridiculous-- Hmmm..." Silence again, and then the slow tapping of heeled shoes upon hardwood floors. "..This place is actually rather delightful. Or, well, it would be, if it weren't covered in dust and sad with disuse..."
After a few more moments, there was the faint sound of fingers snapping. "That settles it. I will buy this poor, empty building, and turn it into a fine.. what do the mortals call it.. business? Yes. That will do." Anyone with magic would detect a swirling of mana within the building, which was suddenly condensed, then released in conjunction with the sound of shattering crystal. Simultaneously, the apparent source of the voice reappeared on the street in front of the building, brushing dust from full skirts of a finely-made, pale pink dress with a soft, ladylike cough. She was tall and almost unnaturally slender, with rich brown hair pinned back in a neat chignon, fair skin and beautiful features, slightly pointed ears, and shining violet eyes.
As she stepped down onto the street proper and turned to look up at the building, an odd thing happened which might make anyone watching question their vision: The formerly brown hair was now threaded with bright yellow, which suddenly flickered to a bronze color, and then finally to a steely gunmetal grey. With a determined nod, she spun on her heel and walked off, raising a hand before her face. A crystal appeared on the tips of her upraised fingers, and she gazed intently into it as she walked.
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Robin Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 84
Age: 23
Physical Description: Robin is 6'1, has shaggy out-grown pure white hair, with bright blue eyes. He tends to always have a stern look on his face, even when he's drunk at the bar. His face is pale, with a decently looking jawline; not too sharp, not too round, attractive.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears an old worn-out suit with a white a lazily done tie to finish off his look. He wears normal old dress shoes and occasionally wears a long tan trench coat. On each side of his belt hangs two long, sheathed blades, loosely strapped in for easy access.
Registered: Oct 17, 2015 17:22:45 GMT -8
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Post by Robin Fletcher on Mar 7, 2016 6:24:41 GMT -8
Robin stands there, frozen and confused. He watches as Roy rushes to give the flailing man water.
"What is even going on here.." He shakes his head and pinches his cheeks, thinking it was just all a dream that he would wake up to.
When nothing seemed to happen once he pinched his cheeks he sighed, realizing it was all real.
"This man has got to be insane..!"
As Roy holds out the water to the man, he gets a bad feeling in his gut.
"Uhm, Roy? You sure you wanna hold your hand out like that so carelessly? What if he rips it off.."
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Maes
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 23
Physical Description: Maes is human, and stands at five feet and eight inches, all parts frail and spindly. His skin is a shade of alabaster so pale that dark veins and bright arteries can be seen beneath, sometimes appearing to crawl beneath the flesh of their own volition. His eyes seem the color of a worn road stone, grey and lifeless. Lusterless black hair, several inches too long, dangles from his white scalp in uneven cuts. Despite his graven appearance, no mark of exertion, be it sweat or road-dust, seem to settle on him.
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Clothes and Equipment: Dark, frayed robes hang from Maes's gaunt frame, as though someone had thrown a bed linen over a wrought iron fence. A jagged looking medallion of opaque white crystal clings to the dark cloth as though the chain on which it dangles is only decoration. In stark contrast, his boots look nearly immaculate, evidence perhaps of a past life of luxury, or merely an opportune acquisition from one who enjoyed it.
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Registered: Feb 20, 2016 17:23:10 GMT -8
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Post by Maes on Mar 7, 2016 11:35:19 GMT -8
The world was finally starting to resolve into something sensible for Maes. Colors were visible and sounds were audible again. He was in an alley, and people were bent over him, offering him something... a cup? Some liquid? The maddening shaking was starting to subside and he was able to hold himself steady, coming to his knees and rocking back to rest his butt on his heels.
Everything around him looked positively divine. The street lamps glittered with magical aura. The boy offering him the cup looked almost enticing. A taller woman stood near, the subtle curves of her body stirring desires Maes hadn't felt in years.
"I... Where am I?" The words made it from his troubled tongue, hopefully audible and understandable. Memories slowly started creeping back to him. There was a grand hotel. A fire? He shook his head, unable to recall fully.
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Mar 7, 2016 12:08:13 GMT -8
Vera doesn't like the way Maes is looking at her, or Roy. She takes the cup and splashes the man in the face. Then she offers the remainder of the water to him.
"You are in an alley in Travére. What happened to you? Too much beer? Or are you one of those fairly dust addicts?"
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 7, 2016 12:18:45 GMT -8
Roy looks the man closely in the eye.
"Look at his pupils, they're way too big. And he's sparkling. He's on fairy dust, alright. Poor fella."
Grabbing Maes by the arms, Roy lifts him to his feet and props him up against a wall.
"There we go, that's better. You stand there before you drown in a puddle, ok?"
He glances nervously between the man and Vera. Something seems off here.
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Sir Erik The Lifebringer
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 20
Physical Description: 6'5'', very fit, blond hair, blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Steel plate amor over mail, leather, and red cloth shirt. Handmade steel sword with gold hilt, inlaid with a large ruby.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 6:36:36 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Erik The Lifebringer on Mar 7, 2016 21:35:59 GMT -8
Erik, after wandering the streets for some time, comes across a troubling scene.
Looking to Roy, and pointing, "You there. Boy! Do you dare to rob that drunkard? Unhand him at once."
Erik places his hand on the pommel of his sword, unsure of the situation at hand, and throughly displeased at yet another problem. After his incident at the gate, he wanted nothing more than to sit on a plush seat, and calm his nerves with wine.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 7, 2016 22:39:44 GMT -8
"Ehh? Me???"
Roy's eyes widen in shock as he looks over at the newcomer.
"I didn't take anything! Just ask these two, I was just giving him some water! I'm a good guy, I would never rob him! I didn't take anything!"
He turns out his pockets to show that he did not, in fact, take the man's wallet.
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