Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361 
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Apr 11, 2016 18:08:52 GMT -8
"Please don't speak to me in that tone, Gavin, it's not polite." There was just enough of an edge to her voice that it was clear, Reuna wouldn't tolerate a second offense. "That being said, have you had green tea and marshmallow cake before? If the answer is anything but, 'Yes, and I loved it', then this conversation is over." Letting go of Gavin's hand, she moved ahead of them and up to a quaint two-story stone building. The only sign was one above the first floor door that was of a star poised atop a tiered cake. Pulling the door open, she poked her head in to see where the baker was, then moved inside.
<Exit to Starlight Bakery>
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Ertivald Finch
New
Roleplay posts: 7 
Age: 89
Physical Description: An elderly man draped in a filthy cloak carrying a wooden staff. He's slightly humpbacked and has a long white beard swaying below his chin.
Registered: Apr 15, 2016 7:45:09 GMT -8
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Post by Ertivald Finch on Apr 17, 2016 2:01:59 GMT -8
Ertivald walked through the streets of Travére, slightly slumped over, heading for the bridge leading out of the city. He had just earned a fat paycheck, and now was the time to decide whether to hold up to his promise or not. "Blasted..." He complained, hurrying across the streets.
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Alliandre Saleia
Committed
Roleplay posts: 99
Age: 25
Physical Description: She is a tall (5'11") and fair-skinned young woman. Long black hair falls down the entirety of her backside, terminating in a slight ponytail for the last foot of hair. Her lithe and muscular form is heavily complimented by her choice in clothing, and she maintains a strict regime of cleanliness that makes herself constantly clean and nearly germ-free. Her blue eyes glow dimly in all but the brightest of lights.
Clothes and Equipment: Silken robes cover most of her body, with her shoulders and chest protected by leather armor. Long black boots stretch up to meet matching black greaves at her knees. A glaive is usually slung across her back, its long haft inscribed with a flowing pattern of runes that enhance magical healing abilities. The glaive's blade is a dull green color, but incredibly sharp. A first aid kit is secured to her belt just beneath the end of her hair.
Registered: Jun 5, 2016 0:41:42 GMT -8
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Post by Alliandre Saleia on Aug 29, 2016 12:06:43 GMT -8
Alliandre continued her journey into the city, feeling a bit lost as she wandered about looking for the apothecary she had been told was here. She barely spoke passable Gauldish, and had difficulty reading the signage that was scattered about the city due to them not being in her native tongue. She missed being amongst her own people, and had internally debated going to Isra, where her Queen and the military had apparently gone to after the destruction of Aaedan. A quick look at a clock tower that loomed over this part of the city told her she was out of time to find the Apothecary before meeting Feru din Narith for lunch. Fortunately, she was near their meeting point, or at least she thought she was near it. Alli took a seat on a bench near the intersection and closed her eyes to take a brief nap as she waited for her friend to show up. |
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Aug 29, 2016 13:25:49 GMT -8
As if on cue to keep Alliandre from napping, Feru strolled up and dropped the tip of Meatwhacker onto the ground behind the bench with a thunk, then vaulted over the back of the object to plant her feet on the seat and her posterior on the backrest. Elbows dropped onto knees, she grinned at her friend.
"Nappin' huh? Can't say I blame ya. Travere's borin'. I miss Bayonne, at least it's fun there. So ya ready to eat? I'm starvin'." Furry ears flicked and fluffy tail swished happily behind her as the woman looked over at the Aaedanian. She was trying very hard to pretend that she wasn't a wreck, and doing a good job. Feru had always excelled at hiding how she thought and felt and had only gotten better over the years.
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Alliandre Saleia
Committed
Roleplay posts: 99
Age: 25
Physical Description: She is a tall (5'11") and fair-skinned young woman. Long black hair falls down the entirety of her backside, terminating in a slight ponytail for the last foot of hair. Her lithe and muscular form is heavily complimented by her choice in clothing, and she maintains a strict regime of cleanliness that makes herself constantly clean and nearly germ-free. Her blue eyes glow dimly in all but the brightest of lights.
Clothes and Equipment: Silken robes cover most of her body, with her shoulders and chest protected by leather armor. Long black boots stretch up to meet matching black greaves at her knees. A glaive is usually slung across her back, its long haft inscribed with a flowing pattern of runes that enhance magical healing abilities. The glaive's blade is a dull green color, but incredibly sharp. A first aid kit is secured to her belt just beneath the end of her hair.
Registered: Jun 5, 2016 0:41:42 GMT -8
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Post by Alliandre Saleia on Aug 30, 2016 11:34:49 GMT -8
A resigned sigh escapes Alli's lips as the graceful figure of her friend appears, or rather the shadow she cast was seen through closed eyelids, and they opened up once more.
"I am very ready to eat, and you look like you could use a drink. How are you holding up?"
Her happy demeanor did not fool Alli, who had spent too much time coaxing information out of stubborn wounded patient to be fooled by her overly carefree and chipper attitude.
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Aug 30, 2016 11:51:00 GMT -8
Feru's smile froze in place at the comment and the following question, even her ears and tail stopping their movements. Jade green eyes flared briefly with pain as they looked down at Alli, and then something within them seemed to close. A wall coming up between Feru's emotions and the rest of the world as she turned away and hopped down off the bench, grabbing the ridiculously oversized sword and swinging it up onto her shoulder.
"Ya know me, I'm always ready for a drink. Let's get goin'." Yep. She wasn't even going to acknowledge that question had been asked. Feru was not at all ready to talk about how Syros had apparently just abandoned her. The first time she'd ever tried to have a relationship, and the sexy, gifted man who'd lured her into it just.. poof. Vanished.
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Alliandre Saleia
Committed
Roleplay posts: 99
Age: 25
Physical Description: She is a tall (5'11") and fair-skinned young woman. Long black hair falls down the entirety of her backside, terminating in a slight ponytail for the last foot of hair. Her lithe and muscular form is heavily complimented by her choice in clothing, and she maintains a strict regime of cleanliness that makes herself constantly clean and nearly germ-free. Her blue eyes glow dimly in all but the brightest of lights.
Clothes and Equipment: Silken robes cover most of her body, with her shoulders and chest protected by leather armor. Long black boots stretch up to meet matching black greaves at her knees. A glaive is usually slung across her back, its long haft inscribed with a flowing pattern of runes that enhance magical healing abilities. The glaive's blade is a dull green color, but incredibly sharp. A first aid kit is secured to her belt just beneath the end of her hair.
Registered: Jun 5, 2016 0:41:42 GMT -8
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Post by Alliandre Saleia on Aug 30, 2016 12:06:16 GMT -8
Alli shook her head at Feru's insistence to not talk about how she felt. She momentarily debated slipping something into her drink to get her to talk, but decided she had neither the time nor the herbs to do so, and she didn't want Feru to think she couldn't trust her.
"So where are we going to eat? I am famished, I couldn't find that damn apothecary and have been walking arond this city all morning."
Feru may miss Bayonne, but at least she could return to it. The city Alli missed no longer existed, along with most of the people, but, like Feru, she kept the emotions such thoughts caused bottled up.
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Aug 30, 2016 12:17:03 GMT -8
"There's a pub thing around the corner. Word on the street is it's got the best food and drink in this part of the city and for reasonable prices, too. Can't pronounce the name for shit, though, so don't ask me to tell ya what it is. Gauldish is a weird fuckin' language."
Feru began to stroll along with Alli, one hand holding the hilt of Meatwhacker, the other stuffed into her pocket. People kept looking at her oddly, though she couldn't tell if it was the ears and tail, or the sword. Didn't much matter to Feru. People always looked at her funny. Except Syros. He never had. She clamped down on that thought and shoved it and the heartache that came with it deep into a box that was then put into a dark hole where it would (hopefully) never see the light of day again.
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Alliandre Saleia
Committed
Roleplay posts: 99
Age: 25
Physical Description: She is a tall (5'11") and fair-skinned young woman. Long black hair falls down the entirety of her backside, terminating in a slight ponytail for the last foot of hair. Her lithe and muscular form is heavily complimented by her choice in clothing, and she maintains a strict regime of cleanliness that makes herself constantly clean and nearly germ-free. Her blue eyes glow dimly in all but the brightest of lights.
Clothes and Equipment: Silken robes cover most of her body, with her shoulders and chest protected by leather armor. Long black boots stretch up to meet matching black greaves at her knees. A glaive is usually slung across her back, its long haft inscribed with a flowing pattern of runes that enhance magical healing abilities. The glaive's blade is a dull green color, but incredibly sharp. A first aid kit is secured to her belt just beneath the end of her hair.
Registered: Jun 5, 2016 0:41:42 GMT -8
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Post by Alliandre Saleia on Aug 31, 2016 3:19:35 GMT -8
"Sounds good to me."
Alli strode with her glaive across her back, held securely by straps so it couldn't fall off or be stolen. She still looked at her friend with concern but didn't voice it, hoping that her company would be enough to distract Feru from her own thoughts.
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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 Sept 30, 2016 9:49:52 GMT -8
The young queen was so wrapped up in her own happiness of the day, that she forgot about what pain Genevieve might be going through. It was only when she noticed that Renaux had shifted his gaze, and thus his head, ever so slightly, that she glanced too and felt an instant slice of guiltiness.
It wasn't just because her life seemed to be blossoming while Genevieve's was (literally) dying on the vine... but it was also because Arianne felt no sense of mourning for the lost life of Odette, her niece and Genevieve's daughter. Arianne had not known the girl well, and had only spoken to her a hand full of times. The loss that Arianne felt was akin to the same loss she'd feel when one of the servants at the castle would lose a family member.
When the ceremony was over, Arianne had resolved to speak to Genevieve and offer comfort -- although the blonde woman didn't seem to want it from anyone. However, after walking through the streets and stepping into a noble inn for servants to take off the finery of the King and Queen, she noticed that Genevieve was gone.
She was distracted from whatever it was Renaux had said as she glanced around, looking for her blonde-haired sister.
"Hm?" she said to Renaux. "What did you say?" She focused her eyes back onto her husband's face, the weight of her son still in her arms.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Sept 30, 2016 11:10:31 GMT -8
"I said..."
Renaux says this with a chuckle as he approaches Arianne. With a quick movement, he pulls both her and their son into the circle of his arms. Leaning down to rest his forehead against hers, he continues with a grin.
"That was tedious and sweaty. Still, a good day so far beyond the ridiculous costumes. Make sure you invite your sister to the palace soon. Something seemed off about her and I'd like to offer her whatever help I can. Today though I have something planned for you."
Then he takes a quick kiss from her lips. Just a quick press of the lips to remind himself of what she tastes like. Then he is letting her go and moving away before she can press him for details.
"Be a dear and put your riding leathers on. They are over there in the bag over there."
He indicates a bag on the floor and then he is off. Once Arianne catches up she'd find two horses waiting for them, Renaux already astride comfortably on one. There is also a servant waiting to take Voltaire. The boy would be coming with them, but he'd be kept safe with his nanny inside a carriage. Once Arianne has saddled up the king would lead the way out of the city.
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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 Sept 30, 2016 12:53:38 GMT -8
He smiled -- so she smiled, warmth in her eyes as she swayed into his embrace, felt a familiar tingle that she would have to ignore as she'd been ignoring for months now. Her lashes swept down to fan across her cheeks as he spoke, his voice soft and masculine and making her miss him even though he was standing right there.
She sighed gently as he spoke of Genevieve. "Renaux, her daughter died about half a year ago. I'm not sure she wants to be ordered to the palace. Skies, I'm not even sure she wants to live anymore..." There was obvious worry and concern in her voice now, but she leaned back to look up at him when he said he had something planned.
She couldn't help it -- Arianne enjoyed gifts. And surprises. And things her husband planned especially for her.
He kissed her and she kissed him back, rising briefly on tip toe, her arms warm and snug around Voltaire, and then he was gone. An auburn brow perked on her face. "Riding leathers?" She was curious, and then she was hopeful. Riding leathers! She hadn't been riding in so long. So blessedly long...
She looked down at Voltaire, whose large blue eyes were open and on her face. "Did you hear that?" she asked in a babied voice. "Papa's taking Mama out for a ride." She bounced Voltaire a little in her arms as a nanny came forward. "Mmhm, and you're coming too, little prince," she cooed at him, and gently transfered him into waiting arms.
Then like a flash she was at the saddle bags, pulling out her beautifully made riding clothing and hurriedly stripping out of her gown and corset and stays and petticoats and pantaloons and garters and stockings and everything else she had to wear in a gown.
Her hair was taken down from all of its curls and coils and sways and pinned back away from her face with mother-of-pearl combs. She wore white and cream gear lined with gold, and was practically bouncing with joy as she easily and gracefully put herself into her seat. She winced momentarily at a bit of annoying pain, but it would fade, she was sure, and what's more, she wanted to ride.
"Where are we going?" she asked Renaux as she easily kept pace with him, Voltaire in his carriage with his nannies and nurses and guards and soldiers.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
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Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Oct 1, 2016 0:11:29 GMT -8
Without ceremony or fanfare, Madame Naoki makes her way on foot through the streets of Travére. Though the primary and ostensible reason for her trip to Gauldin is one of pleasure, Naoki has something of a habit of mixing business and pleasure. As such, today she stalks the streets, gathering information.
Because it’s one thing to read about a city, observe it from a nearby hill, or observe it via secondhand scrying. It’s entirely another to walk its streets and absorb its culture firsthand. Seeing as how intimate knowledge of foreign cities- especially one as significant as Travére is very good information to have, Naoki has dedicated the afternoon to gathering it.
With this goal in mind, she moves through the streets apparently alone. However, a particularly astute observer would note that a handful of foreigners that- though they seem to be going about their own business, never stray particularly far from Naoki. In truth, these are undercover Sun Marshals, providing plain clothes escort.
Regardless, as she moves through the throngs and navigates the thoroughfares, one individual in particular captures Naoki’s interest. It’s a woman (surprisingly enough). A woman who would seem to be sporting a pair of cat ears and a big, fluffy tail.
Along with that, she also seems to be hefting a sword that seems nearly as large as she is, and is walking in the company of another woman- a taller one, with a distinct lack of cat features and some manner of polearm.
Finding these women to be considerably more interesting than whatever else there might be to observe in the streets, Naoki diverts her course to follow them and remains behind- hopefully out of sight for a short while. After only a short walk, however, the pair turn and enter some manner of pub. Smirking slightly to herself, Naoki draws off to one side of the road, leans up against the side of some nondescript building, and resolves to wait outside for a few minutes as they settle themselves within.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Oct 1, 2016 17:37:07 GMT -8
A young teen leaned against a building, his knife carving into an apple that he'd stolen fresh from the Sun Market. Although he wasn't grubby, he certainly wasn't clean, no matter how he tried to style his hair slicked from his forehead and he tried to keep his jacket and blouse clean.
Times were hard, and the only lifestyle this boy knew was the street. He watched Naoki pass him and double-glanced, appreciating her curves, and then his gaze strayed to a kid not much older than he was... and on a horse.
He stood out like a sore thumb.
The teen's smile was cocky as he nimbly flipped his blade to hide up his sleeve and stepped on a light boot towards the lost boy and his confused horse.
After all, not many other people were on horses that looked like that. Hansel looked like an easy target.
The teen whistled at him. "Welcome to Travere, friend," he said, his Gauldish accent thick. "You look like you need a guide. I could help you," he said and rubbed his fingertips together -- the obvious sign for money.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
Dedicated
𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Oct 1, 2016 18:03:13 GMT -8
Hans looked down at the urchin, at first physically, and then metaphorically. "Verdammt junge, here take this." He said, as he flicked a coin to him. Thinking for a moment, he grinned with his shiny gold teeth. "You wouldn't know where a Genevieve St. James is? Also known as the sister to the Queen?" with a tug at his sword, he would add "think before calling me a fool."
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Oct 1, 2016 18:22:43 GMT -8
The teen caught the coin with a quick slice of his hand. He judged it with his teeth, and then both of his brows rose on his handsome face as the horse guy asked for the sister of the Queen.
Of course he knew where she was, but that was some tricky stuff to be asking for.
"I do... but you realize how that will look, right? Some stranger gripping his sword, asking for the Queen's sister?" He shook his head, and once more made the gesture for money. "I'll even lead the way. No one here is going to believe that a foreigner is looking for Lady Genevieve for any good reason."
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
Dedicated
𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Oct 1, 2016 18:39:58 GMT -8
"Oh I'll make 'em." He said, rather confidently. In truth, he did not know if he could, but it was the effort that mattered. He would release his grip on his sword, and pull out his dagger quite visibly, and grimacing at the kid, would place a few more coins in his hand. "I got no more, though if you lead me to the woman, she could give you some I am sure, after what I do."
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Oct 1, 2016 18:48:11 GMT -8
Eesh. They might have been the same age, but this golden toothed kid was crazy.
Still, the urchin got the coin, and after checking it, felt good enough with the transaction.
"Right this way, sir. Although... you may want to get off the horse. Attracting attention and what not."
Regardless if Hansel needed the advice or not, the street rat was off on a brisk pace, winding through the streets until they came to a posh area where guys like the urchin certainly didn't belong and guys like Hansel got a weird look. They stopped about a block away from a grandiose, luxurious building.
"That's the Hotel Auberge. Only the best if the best stay there, and the Black Lady stays all the way at the top."
The urchin gave a little bow to Hansel and then darted off before he could get another word in edge wise.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
Dedicated
𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Oct 2, 2016 6:55:25 GMT -8
Hans shrugged as he dismounted and followed the kid. When he arrived where he had to, he made a mock kick at the kid, before he straightened out. He had to look at least somewhat presentable. He drew his sword for use as a mirror. He would lick his hand before running it through his white-blonde hair, clumps of dried ichor, dirt and tar coming out. He would cut off the little uneven bits with his sword, then tend to his face. He would pick off some of the latest scabs, the pink skin under them less noticeable than the dried blood there before. He would then wipe off the dirt and tar on his face too, before finally inhaling, exhaling, and going into the hotel.
Exeunt
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Oct 5, 2016 15:52:36 GMT -8
An hour or so after Hansel von Dietzhoff had been led to the hotel by the street urchin, a royal carriage went booming through the streets. Its driver and outrider were shouting at those walking or moving around-- "Get out of the way! Clear the streets!" The royal crest of the carriage made it obvious that it was Very Important Business to be seen to, but the curtains were drawn on the windows so no one could be seen inside. Still, gossip began to circulate, especially when it was discovered that the carriage had come from Hotel Auberge. And everyone knew who lived at the Hotel Auberge, and just what relationship that person had to Their Majesties. [Exit to Royal Palace] |
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