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.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
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 Jan 27, 2016 13:27:30 GMT -8
 Low in the Norkari Mountains, far from Nokari settlements and out of any private territory, a path diverges from the main road. Wide enough to fit a larger-than-normal carriage, it leads upwards through a natural tunnel of foliage. Eventually, high in the mountains, the road comes to an obstacle. Twin pillars of piled stones flank the road, with an immense log resting atop them. A wrought-iron gate fills the gap between the pillars. On this gate is affixed a sign, which reads, “Private property, no trespassing! Danger: lethal defensive measures are in place. There will be no additional warnings.”
Passing through this gate, the road winds down into a small valley, and along the shore of a small lake. Nestled between two peaks and surrounded by evergreens, the vibrant aquamarine is placid and still, only a few light ripples disrupting the mirror-like surface. As the road continues on around a bend in the shoreline, a break in the trees provides a stunning view over the water.
The natural beauty is not the only thing that draws the eye at this point, however. Across the water, near the end of the lake, a small assortment of buildings cluster around a single large, sprawling, chalet. Piled stone walls create a firm foundation for the log beams and thick boards that frame the chalet’s many vertical windows and support the steep angles of the roof. A large covered balcony faces the lake, and other smaller porches and balconies can be seen on various parts of the house. Triangular windows peek out from under the gables. Smoke rises lazily from several of the chimneys that dot the rooflines. On one corner of the building, huge panes of glass form a floor-to-ceiling window that wraps around the corner. A particularly large chimney rises above this section of the house.
Around the chalet, done in the same architectural style, are the outbuildings, which include a carriage house, a stable, several small cabins, a sauna and bathhouse building, and a greenhouse. Narrow flagstone paths run between the entryways of each building.
Thick oak doors with wrought-iron trappings lead into the building at several points. Each of them has a small area to hang coats and take off snowy boots just inside the entry-way. The main entrance, an imposing set of double doors facing the forest, leads into an impressive hall. Rough-hewn logs buttress the vaulted ceiling, some three stories above. Polished cedar planks form the floor. Rustic tables along the walls display pottery and other various items. Two woolen blankets, adorned with colorful geometric patterns, hang from one of the walls. Wrought-iron chandeliers hang from the ceiling. On the left and right of the room, wide hallways lead into the other areas of the chalet. At the far end of the room from the door, a grand staircase leads up to the other two stories. Balconies frame the room at each level.
A strip of rich, red, carpet runs down the center of the hallways leading off of the entry hall. Off of each hall, doors give access to bedrooms and bathrooms.
The bedrooms are comfortably-sized spaces, floored in the same cedar as the main halls and well-provided with all the trappings and furniture one would expect in a bedroom, with a large plush rug cushioning the majority of the floor. Tasteful paintings adorn any walls otherwise undecorated, and a large window provides a remarkable view, no matter the room’s location in the chalet. A small fireplace warms the room.
The chalet is formed in three equal sections. The center wing runs parallel to the shoreline, and the left and right wings branch from it at 120-degree angles.
In the middle of the hallways in the left and right wings is a small common space. Each of them is slightly different in feel and layout, but a table and chairs, a fireplace, a few armchairs, and a small shelf of cards, games, and books are common features. The second-story common rooms also each have a pool table.
At the corner between the left and center wing, the top two stories are given over to one of the primary gathering spaces of the chalet: the main lounge. Floor-to-ceiling windows provide an incredible view of the lake and surrounding mountains. Leather couches and easy chairs dot the floor in several clusters around coffee tables. In the center of the room, a large, square, freestanding stone fireplace crackles invitingly. A well-stocked bar presides over the rear of the room, the counter formed from a slice down the middle of a stout tree, polished to a mirror finish. Hunting trophies adorn the walls. Fur rugs cushion the cedar planking of the floor. Wrought-iron chandeliers hang from the bare roof beams. Against each wall, a suit of plate armor stands silent guard. One of them grasps a halberd, the other holds a sword and shield out in front of him. Where the coat of arms might be were these relics possessed by a noble warrior, there is emblazoned a Midnight Sun logo.
In the corner between the right and center wings is a cluster of large rooms. From centermost to rightmost, they are the kitchen, dining room, and ballroom. The kitchen is sizable and modern, and well-equipped to handle the culinary needs of the chalet, even at full capacity.
The dining room is a sizable, vaguely trapezoidal room, in the same architectural style of the entry hall and lounge, with a two-story vaulted ceiling. A series of long rustic tables can be arranged to form whatever seating arrangement is desired. On the long wall of the dining room, a wall of windows provides a view of the lake, and several french doors allow access to a long covered porch. Various forms of outdoor seating and a few tables furnish the porch, and small fires burning in copper braziers take away the chill of the air.
The ballroom is a square room with exquisite marble flooring. Rich red drapes frame a view of the surrounding peaks through several tall, narrow windows. A small stage in one corner suggests a place for musicians to play.
On the third floor of the left wing, there is another set of unique rooms accessed from a single door. This door leads into Naoki’s study. The wood panelling is slightly darker here than in the rest of the chalet. Windows along the far wall let natural light into the room. Under the windows and continuing around the left wall of the room runs a single desk, books littered sporadically on its surface. The proper home of those books is with many of their fellows on the set of bookshelves running part of the right wall, next to a set of organizer shelves and boxes. A circular stand-alone fireplace occupies the middle of the room, along with several exceptionally comfortable-looking armchairs, two circular tables, and dark red upholstered chairs to go with them. Luxurious carpet covers the floor. The whole atmosphere is cozy and inviting, the perfect place to curl up with a book and watch the snow fall outside.
A door in the right wall, between the bookshelves and organizers, leads to Naoki’s bedroom, which is dominated by a large four-poster bed that could easily fit four people. The single portal to the outside is a bay window, the shelf of which is large enough to sit in comfortably. The rich carpet from the study continues into this room. Paintings of various sizes adorn the walls, with the exception of one conspicuously bare spot. A small bookshelf, a table and two chairs, a wardrobe, a dresser, and a vanity complete the room’s furnishings. A door in one wall leads to her bathroom, which includes a tub nearly large enough to swim in.
On the first floor of the left and right wings are storage areas, containing linens, firewood, food, drink, and other necessities, in sufficient quantity to last comfortably through a long winter with no resupply. In the left wing, were one to open a particular door, they would find themselves in a short hallway terminating in a vault-like metal door.
The greenhouse outbuilding is empty at the moment. Beds of dirt lie fallow and the gardening tools slumber neatly in their places. The building is equipped with magically-augmented heating systems to allow a year-round growing season, no matter the outside temperature.
The bath house outbuilding contains several changing rooms, a shower area, cold, warm, and hot bath areas, and a sauna. The interior is done in finely-cut wood and blue slate, all prepared assiduously to resist the ravages of soap and water.
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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.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
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 Feb 24, 2016 11:19:05 GMT -8
[Enter from The Norkari Mountains with Kate Green, Artemis, a fairy, Skarlet, Francesco d'Artusio, Maelik The Fellblade, Lum'Valia, @klur, Lorelei & Lucia, and Arya Shieldheart] At long last, the great iron carriage approaches The Chalet. The journey took considerably longer than was expected due to the interruption of Rag'Novok, and the sun is just beginning to set as the carriage comes to a halt in front of the gate. Madame Naoki enters the primary compartment with a silver bracelet in hand. Finding the lot of them still asleep, she places the bracelet in Ayra’s hand, carefully as not to wake her. After checking to ensure that Klur is still wearing his necklace, she silently treads back to her forward compartment and shuts the door. Leaping down from his perch atop the carriage, Jax approaches the gate. As part of his training in utilizing magical devices and weaponry, Jax is one of the few who can open the gate's complex system of locks without getting fried. He spends a few minutes there, fiddling with the gate, before he successfully completes his task, and the gate swings open of its own accord. With a slight jostling of the reigns, Stan edges the carriage forward through the gate, and onto the premises. Those who are attuned to magic would almost certainly feel as they are brought into the area of effect of The Chalet’s defensive auras and barriers. All sorts of terribly powerful magic effects and defenses overlap and and thrum with energy. But quietly, like a giant’s breathing in repose. The barriers and defenses take no action on the carriage or its occupants, save for observing their approach, and there are no outward indications, for those who aren’t attuned to magic, that anything is out there besides the snow and the trees. As the carriage winds its way up the driveway, the overwhelming presences fade as they move away from the perimeter barriers. Within the carriage, Naoki sits upright on her knees to peer out one of the portholes. They’re almost there. She allows a portion of her excitement to shine through, bouncing slightly and holding her tail straight upright. As the carriage rounds a bend, The Chalet and lake come into view through Naoki’s window. She nearly squeals. There it is! Right there! Her house! Look at how big and impressive it looks! They’re almost there! She considers calming herself, but decides not to. Artemis and Kate won’t mind her small indulgence. Probably. There it is! The actualization of one of her longest-standing dreams, sitting there by the lake. Her own home, her own castle- without any drunkards, rowdy bar-goers, or flesh abominations in the basement! … Well, any rude flesh abominations in the basement. Her castle in the sky, now built here, atop this hill, just a few short moments away! A quick message to Stan- the horses trot faster. Breaking away from the window, Naoki turns to consider her fellows in the forward compartment. Kate, Artemis, and that friendly fairy fellow: the best of companions with which to share the house with. Naoki is beaming at this point, welling with feelings of anticipation, satisfaction, and achievement. A few minutes later, the carriage comes to a stop again, this time directly in front of The Chalet’s main entrance. Rising from her perch on the bed, Naoki gently grasps Kate’s hand in her own, and tugs toward the door. Her voice is still charged with emotion, “Shall we?” |
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Feb 24, 2016 14:21:32 GMT -8
Skarlet exits the carriage with Francesco, she's now wearing her normal outfit instead of her bunny suit, which is destroyed. If the Sun is out, Skarlet will be under her parasol until they get inside.
"Nice place." Skarlet comments as she approaches Naoki, "Umm... Mother? (you could tell she wasn't used to calling her that) I'm gonna need my uniform replaced..."
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390 
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Feb 24, 2016 16:40:16 GMT -8
Maelik slept straight through the ride to the Chalet the bumps and jostles of the wagon eventually knocking him to the floor, leaving his newly reformed leg as the only thing still occupying his seat. His dreams weren't pleasant, but then again they never were, and the usual grimace was dead set in place. But rather than the normal visitations of torture (upon both himself and others), death, blood and pain he was greeted with a more sickening feeling. He dreamed of growing feeble, his arms sagging down and his magic becoming impotent. He remembered a time in which he was the undisputed head of his sect, taking order only from the Prince above him and meting out harsh punishments upon anyone who dared defy him. He remembered fearing no man, woman, beast or angel in his dominance over everything he could reach.
He remembered the times when he was backed into a wall and was forced to fight seriously. He never lost once.
He awoke with a start, still feeling the phantom pain of his once missing leg but disregarding it as an unnecessary expenditure of mental energy. His rubbed his eyes and shook himself free from the dread that had come over him and making a promise to himself that he'd never allow that dream to reach reality.
He stretched his arms out and with a yawn he'd look upon the sleeping forms of his current company, it was a mixed bag of emotions that swirled within him and he wasn't entirely sure how to handle it all.
But one good look at Lum was all it took to set his emotional turmoil to rest, all the sacrifices he underwent and the physical discomfort that he felt was worth it just to be near her. Maelik reached out and gently brushed some stray hair from the dragoness's face and sighed, he was truly blessed to have come across her, as well as the others around him who tolerated his presence.
Once the carriage had come to a stop the demon undid everyone's safety buckles and sorted their packs along the length of his tail. Hoping not to disturb anyone Maelik would carefully lift Lum up out of the seat and into his arms having removed his armor earlier in order to make her more comfortable. He would repeat this with Arya (who would end up cradled in one of his wings), the twins (who would occupy the other one if they were indeed asleep) and Klur who he would gently place in Lum's sleeping arms.
With everyone on board Maelik would silently creep out of the compartment and exit the wagon, approaching the Chalet entrance with friends (and more than friends) in tow. The huge mansion was breathtaking, back in Hell they had similarly sized buildings but they were made with defense in mind and lacked the aesthetic beauty that this place displayed. Truly this would be a fantastic place to kick back and relax for a while... If only he could relax.
He'd wait for Naoki to come out and open the door, imparting a whispered word of thanks, before slipping through the threshold and beholding what lay within.
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Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Lum'Valia on Feb 24, 2016 16:57:00 GMT -8
Lum barely stirs when Maelik lifts her up. When Klur is placed in her arms, she stirs clutching the child close. She mumbles something perhaps to quiet to here, perhaps not.
"Thank... Tru...ou Maelik. Lo..."
With that she once again falls asleep.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 9:32:38 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2016 17:14:54 GMT -8
Fluttering. Kicking. Squirming. Groaning, Klur awoke, realizing he was chewing on his own hand, bite marks shown everywhere. He giggled maliciously, realizing he had some new friends to meet. Lorelei and the other had fed him good yesterday, meeting him up with the new form of food: Meat. This was quite unknown to Klur, whose general favorite food used to be worms, used to be.
Looking up to Maelik, his eyes stared to him in awe for a while, obviously aware of what went on without knowing everything. Maelik had taken care of him, where in that point he leaned against Maelik a bit more, sighing as his upper lip folded upwards as he fell asleep in another strange position.
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Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Feb 24, 2016 17:20:59 GMT -8
The twins snooze under Maelik's wing, waking up once the carriage stops.
Is this it?
Looks like we're here.
Ooh, I'll bet it's fancy.
I hope it's big enough for all of us.
I hope there's snacks.
Mr. Maelik is here. He'll have snacks.
I wonder what there is to do.
We'll probably be watching Klur.
Oh. Well maybe we'll be able to play games or something.
I hope so.
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Artemis
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 205
Physical Description: Artemis is a sturdily built woman of medium height, with blonde hair tied back in a professional bun. Clad in a sharp black business suit, with black tie, dress shirt, and gloves, her appearance is utterly unremarkable; save for a single, flawless, purple gem, set on a simple black ribbon, worn choker-style around her throat. Her demeanor is such that she blends seamlessly into the background of any situation when her services are not required.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 6:26:06 GMT -8
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Post by Artemis on Feb 24, 2016 17:46:50 GMT -8
Artemis shudders as they pass through the wards, the incredible magical energy making her innards feel like wet clay, a horrible, slick, shifting, almost fluid sensation. It passes in a moment, and as the carriage winds through the snowy pines, Artemis joins Naoki in looking out the windows. When the chalet draws into view, she draws in a sharp breath. She had seen the plans, of course, but they hardly did the finished product justice. A rare display of emotion breaks through her facade when she glances over at Naoki's ecstatic expression.
Rainy nights huddling with Naoki for warmth, their only shelter a balcony in some godforsaken alleyway, float through her mind. With the elements making sleep all but impossible, they would while away the dark hours by talking about what they would have in their house when they made it to the big time. Naoki, always the glamorous one, wanted a ballroom, Artemis, struck by the time they'd schemed their way into a nobleman's mansion, wanted chandeliers. A lovely house it would be, buoyed with its estate into the clouds by magic, with a hundred guest rooms, all with fireplaces, a great big kitchen, a huge bathtub, suits of armor, and windows twice as tall as they were. Outside, gardens and lawns, fountains and pools, and a chained dragon or two to guard their castle in the sky.
The chalet didn't have any dragons, and it certainly wasn't flying, but one had to leave room to grow, didn't they?
By the time the carriage draws to a halt, Artemis has schooled her expression appropriately, and follows Naoki from the cabin when the other woman exits.
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Kate Green
Dedicated
Assessing the damage w/ Naoki
Roleplay posts: 309
Age: 19
Physical Description: Kate is built slenderly, but working in her gardens and on the field has defined her muscles. Her eyes shine with an amber hue and her silvery hair never seems to get dirty from the work she still insists on doing herself.
(Full Sized image: http://imgur.com/bJTWavF)
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a pink apron on her that has a simple square pattern. Underneath, brownish green pants and a black tube top. Many tools, such as a flower shovel, a small rake and a spray bottle, fit inside her pockets. A large red ribbon complements her hair.
When she was working at the Midnight Sun, she replaced her red ribbon with a black one she was gifted when she first joined. She also had a green dress, gifted to her by Naoki.
After being gone away for a long time, she has since expanded her wardrobe, and tends not to think about her clothes too much and follows whatever trends Naoki says are popular now.
Player's online availability : Consistently inconsistent
Registered: Sept 4, 2015 15:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Kate Green on Feb 25, 2016 0:40:35 GMT -8
The petite plant expert had been expressing some immense skills of deep sleeping throughout the journey. The rocking rhythm of their carriage lulled her conciousness to the land of dreams before they reached the mountains, and not even the commotion caused by a dragon attack was enough to wake her. In her defence, the compartments were soundproof.
Yet, she waked. Maybe it was the aura of calmness resonating from the villa or the electric pulse she sensed as they passed the barrier. Or Naoki's tail that passed just under her nose discreetly and made her wince. One eye open, she looked at the vista opening from their cabin, and Naoki, partly obscuring the view. Which she didn't mind.
She rubbed her eyes as the final rays of sun hit her retinas from the open doorway. Casting her feet on the carpet, she let Naoki take her by the hand, and lead her outside. Still slumberous, she wasn't as visibly enthusiastic, but Madame's enthusiasm was infectuous. Kate leaned against her shoulder and waited for the carriage to unpack. |
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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.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
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 Feb 25, 2016 3:51:59 GMT -8
With all of the passengers disembarked, the carriage trundles away, continuing on toward the carriage house and stables. Remaining mindful of those who still slumber, Naoki speaks softly.
“They’ll bring our luggage in later.”
A gust of mountain air sweeps through, bringing with it the biting winter air; Naoki is reminded of the imperfect aspect of The Chalet’s location. Through chattering teeth, she stammers, “L- Let’s get inside.”
Without any further musing or admiration of the building, Naoki leads the way inside, pushing one of the tall wooden doors inward to allow entry to the vestibule. After seeing everyone inside, she allows the door to shut again, closing out the chilly arctic air, and allowing the heating to take full effect.
She takes a deep breath outward, and spends a moment reveling in the warmth. However, with a speed of excitement, she quickly moves to the inner door, and pushes it inward to allow the group entry into the primary entry hall.
Rough-hewn logs buttress the vaulted ceiling, some three stories above. Polished cedar planks form the floor. Rustic tables along the walls display pottery and other various items. Two woolen blankets, adorned with colorful geometric patterns, hang from one of the walls. Wrought-iron chandeliers hang from the ceiling. On the left and right of the room, wide hallways lead into the other areas of the chalet. At the far end of the room from the door, a grand staircase leads up to the other two stories. Balconies frame the room at each level.
She stops there in the doorway for a moment, overcome with the magnificence of the hall. It’s a brand new level of ‘holy wow this is my house’. Conveniently enough, the door clicks into the open position with some manner of clever latch, leaving Naoki to peruse the hall.
She stumbles in awkward circles, spinning around in an attempt to digest all of the sights to be seen, gaze darting around the room, resting for only a moment on each feature, mouth slightly agape. Rugs and books and sofas and art and chandeliers and it’s so warm!
Glancing back toward the vestibule, she remembers Maelik’s heavily laden state. She should probably do something about that first. After taking a moment to orient herself, she gestures in the direction of one of the wide hallways, and beckons for the group to follow her. She sends a mental message to those members of the group that are currently conscious.
“Most of the bedrooms are down here, in this wing. Every bedroom is marked with a golden doorknob, and if there’s not a name on the door, it’s unoccupied. Feel free to select any unoccupied bedroom as your own, spend as much time perusing as you’d like. Maelik, I’d suggest that one there for your group there- at least temporarily. It has enough beds, though you personally might not find the taste in decorum to be to your preference.”
Trusting the others to find their way to someplace comfortable, Naoki again takes Kate, as well as Artemis by the hand, and attempts to lead them both down to the end of the hall of bedrooms, where a single door sits separated, slightly wider, and made of another sort of wood compared to the rest. Three silver plaques sit side by side, each engraved with a name, the very same names as those three who now stand before the closed entryway.
Naoki raises a hand as if to reach for the knob, but finds it as she left it, grasping Kate’s hand. Her smile grows still wider, and she nods in the direction of the door.
“After you.”
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Feb 25, 2016 4:50:15 GMT -8
Lum and the others were not to be bothered by the chilly air as Maelik stepped into the halls of the chalet, one of the perks to being in the presence of a demon was the constant warmth that emanated from his body.
He barely heard a thing that Lum said but he smiled down at her regardless and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead and doing his best to not jostle any of his passengers. He did however notice that Klur was beginning to fidget and worried that he would cause a fuss and wake everyone up, only to find that the adorable little fella was already dozing back off. But by lord did he end it in a weird position. That will have to be seen too before too long.
The demon nodded after hearing Naoki out and promptly entered the room, and she wasn't wrong about his distaste of the room. It was bright, there wasn't a great deal of space for him to maneuver about between the beds, and there was a distinct lack of sharp spiky things! But for his purposes it would do.
There were more than enough beds here to fulfill his needs and one by one he'd stop off at a bed and tuck everyone in tight. First up was Klur, and that was simply enough as he was a small child and his tail could comfortably wrap around him and what little magic he could muster would readily fold the sheets back and stuff him in snug as a bug.
After that came Lum who was already wearing very little and Maelik figured that she would be fine to sleep in what she had on, so with extra special care he opened the sheets and set her into the bed. Rolling the blankets back up he'd watch her for a moment and summon an imp, quietly commanding it to crawl down into the blankets and under the sheets and make its way to the foot of the bed. Once there he'd order it to start producing heat so that Lum would have the utmost comfort that Maelik could provide, and he made it clear that failure to comply would be met with extreme consequences.
Satisfied that his will would be done Maelik moved to the next bed and set Arya down upon it. This one was going to be tricky as she was set up in armor, and knowing from experience that armor could be difficult to remove at times. So Maelik would slowly, carefully pick up the paladin's limp arm and use his magic to remove the buckles and clasps that held it in place. Assuming that nothing went awry he'd repeat the process with every other piece of her armor until she was left in whatever undergarments she wore underneath. After silently putting the armor on the ground in the center of the room the former Lord would then settle her into her own bed, fluffing up the pillows and being careful not to make it too tight in case her injuries weren't entirely healed yet.
Lastly would come the twins, and with equal care he'd remove them from his other wing and plop them into a bed of their own to be tucked in nicely. If they showed that they were awake however Maelik would urge them to keep it quiet and give them his blessing to go and explore, making sure that they understood what he expected from them.
No accidents, no stalking, no spooping. They were to be on their best behavior and if they managed it he'd play a game with them later. After he made his stance crystal clear Maelik would simply shoo them away out of the room. Now being the only conscious one left in the room (he didn't count the imp) Maelik would sit himself next to Arya's armor and started polishing it, using the kit he normally reserved for maintaining his own gear. He was already up and even though he felt weakened and drowsy he refused to allow himself any more rest, in fact he was determined to not get a wink of sleep for the entirety of this vacation!
He couldn't protect his Lum well enough in that last battle. He was weak! He needed discipline! This was merely one of the many trials he had set up for himself in order to toughen up.
His furious state of mind inevitably led to a furious pace and Arya's armor would be sparkling clean, dent free and clear of scorch marks in less than ten minutes. Now what was he to do?
What was once a question of legitimate merit was soon reduced to a mere musing as Maelik silently crept about the room to baby proof whatever edges he came across. In addition he lit a nice vanilla scented candle, cleaned the place, and changed into a more casual attire of a loose fitting silken robe. Lastly he began work on a secret little project that he even went to the trouble of taking into the corner and blocking the view with his body in order to avoid detection if one of the others woke up. It was the beginnings of a dress that he was sewing, a colorful bright yellow sundress, not too long but hardly skimpy, just something that he figured would be comfortable to wear. It was going to be his first attempt as sewing and it would be clear to tell as he kept stabbing himself with the needle by accident as he tried to stitch the hems together, not to mention flower pedal made of fabric that he tried to put in at the left breast area. That one gave him more pricks on his thumb than he could reasonably count!
Eventually he grew tired of doing that as well, and put the half finished dress away in favor of simply sitting down on the floor and closing his eyes to meditate, to really connect with the inner Maelik. He had quite a few questions he'd like to ask him.
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Kate Green
Dedicated
Assessing the damage w/ Naoki
Roleplay posts: 309
Age: 19
Physical Description: Kate is built slenderly, but working in her gardens and on the field has defined her muscles. Her eyes shine with an amber hue and her silvery hair never seems to get dirty from the work she still insists on doing herself.
(Full Sized image: http://imgur.com/bJTWavF)
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a pink apron on her that has a simple square pattern. Underneath, brownish green pants and a black tube top. Many tools, such as a flower shovel, a small rake and a spray bottle, fit inside her pockets. A large red ribbon complements her hair.
When she was working at the Midnight Sun, she replaced her red ribbon with a black one she was gifted when she first joined. She also had a green dress, gifted to her by Naoki.
After being gone away for a long time, she has since expanded her wardrobe, and tends not to think about her clothes too much and follows whatever trends Naoki says are popular now.
Player's online availability : Consistently inconsistent
Registered: Sept 4, 2015 15:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Kate Green on Feb 26, 2016 5:27:56 GMT -8
The warmth surrounding them inside the Chalet was indeed a welcome change. Kate was quick to skip through the doorway, clutching her jacket close to her chest every step of the way. Inside, she threw the battered garment onto the nearest chair, while taking in her surroundings. The Midnight Sun was impeccably adorned, but for her own home, and Kate's, now, it seems she was saving her good stuff.
"Is this... Is this really..? Oh, that's beautiful!" Kate was taking in every detail, every piece of decoration. She was zippng between each object of interest in childlike wonder. It was the kind of Place she had only read about in romance novels, and now it was her, their home.
When Naoki took her by the hand, Kate stopped her spastic frolicking, but was still turning her head around as they went, not wanting to miss a thing. Upon reaching the door, she chuckles. Even if it was out of convenience, Naoki's chivalrous gesture felt uncanny. Is she going to be wearing the pants in this household from now on? Or does she let me do it from time to time? The relationship dynamic hadn't yet been set to stone. Kate found that state to be quite pleasing.
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Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Feb 26, 2016 5:59:16 GMT -8
The twins are, in fact, quite awake. They head out of the room and go to explore the chalet, poking around and trying to be good.
What's a chalet?
I think it's a little onion.
We're staying in an onion?
I think it's supposed to be artistic.
Onions aren't artistic.
They've got layers and stuff. You have to cook them to bring out the sweetness.
But what does that have to do with the house?
I dunno.
Together, they wander up and down the house, finding all the closets and poking through all the attics.
Look at this. A hole in the wall.
Looks like some sorta tube.
A square tube.
Is it still a tube if it's square?
I think so.
The twins do the only logical thing upon seeing a square, metal-lined hole in the wall: they climb in and slide down. The brief and exciting ride plops them right into an empty laundry room.
Oh. A laundry chute.
Should have figured.
Still kinda fun, though.
Yeah, Klur might enjoy it.
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Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Lum'Valia on Feb 26, 2016 19:01:00 GMT -8
Lum slept soundly through the night, and well into next morning. Eventually though she awakens, sitting up blinking at the curtain of hair covering her face. She actually looks disheveled, for the first time any would remember. Blowing the hair out of her face, she gets out of bed. She stretches out, giving any in the room quite the show. She is still naked, and the cloak has slipped away. Looking down she finally notices her state of dress, and she gasps. She speaks some words, and nothing happens.
"Oh, oh dear."
Lum grabs up some blankets, and wraps them around herself. Looking around the room, she spots Klur, Arya, and Maelik. Maelik who is sitting on the floor. Oh, by the light did he see? She had mixed feelings on that, first things first she needed clothes.
"Maelik, I don't have enough magic to clothe myself. Could you find me some?"
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Artemis
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 205
Physical Description: Artemis is a sturdily built woman of medium height, with blonde hair tied back in a professional bun. Clad in a sharp black business suit, with black tie, dress shirt, and gloves, her appearance is utterly unremarkable; save for a single, flawless, purple gem, set on a simple black ribbon, worn choker-style around her throat. Her demeanor is such that she blends seamlessly into the background of any situation when her services are not required.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 6:26:06 GMT -8
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Post by Artemis on Feb 26, 2016 20:05:18 GMT -8
The door opens into a large room with a high vaulted ceiling. A freestanding fireplace and multiple couches, chairs, and tables furnish the room; thick fur rugs line the floor in strategic places. The hues of the oak and cedar boards panelling the room are darker than in the rest of the chalet, but lighter by several shades than the mahogany and dark oak scheme of the Midnight Sun. The walls are tastefully adorned with paintings. In one corner of the room sits an unusual furnishing - a tree.
A quarter of the top portion of a mighty oak, where the branches start, has been felled, trimmed, treated, and placed in the corner. Thick limbs, stripped of bark and cured, run into the room, rising and spreading to meet the angles of the ceiling, where they are continued in a masterful mural depicting a view of the night sky from under a bare-limbed tree. Several forks and some of the more horizontal branches look like they would be particularly well suited to sitting on. Small magical lamps hang on strings draped among the branches, glowing and twinkling like little stars.
There are five doors in the walls of this central room - three on the left wall, as viewed from the door, one on the right, and one on the far wall.
The three doors on the left lead into comfortably-sized rooms containing a couch, a table and two chairs, a wardrobe, a dresser, a chest, and a vanity. The walls are bare, and the rooms are simple and uniform in their appearance, like they were designed to be personalized. With that touch of life not yet administered, however, they feel overly clean and thoroughly unlived in.
The door in the right wall leads to the study. A line of windows along the far wall overlooks the lake and lets natural light into the room. Under the windows and continuing around the left wall of the room runs a single desk, books littered sporadically on its surface. The proper home of those books is with many of their fellows on the set of bookshelves running part of the right wall, next to a set of organizer shelves and boxes. A circular stand-alone fireplace occupies the middle of the room, along with several exceptionally comfortable-looking armchairs, two circular tables, and dark red upholstered chairs to go with them. Luxurious carpet covers the floor. The whole atmosphere is cozy and inviting, the perfect place to curl up with a book and watch the snow fall outside.
The door in the far end of the common room leads to the bedroom, which is dominated by a large four-poster bed, hung with red velvet curtains, that could easily fit four people. In the middle of the back wall, a large bay window, the shelf of which is large enough to sit in comfortably, provides a stunning panoramic view of the mountains, forest, and lake. The window is flanked on either side by a small fireplace flattening the corner of the room. The rich carpet from the study is duplicated in the bedroom. Paintings of various sizes adorn the walls, with the exception of one conspicuously bare spot. A small bookshelf, a table and two chairs, a wardrobe, and a dresser complete the room’s furnishings.
A door in the right wall of the bedroom leads to the bathroom. Done primarily in blue slate with dark paneled walls, the main feature of the bathroom is a tub that’s very nearly large enough to swim in.
There is a door in the right wall of the bedroom which is currently locked, although no keyhole is visible.
Artemis enters the room, and is immediately transfixed by the physical manifestation of her and Naoki's dreams. Her usual decorum all but forgotten, she bounces from room to room. She knows this suite well, almost down to the inch, from countless hours spent dreaming it up, but she nonetheless runs around like a child, verifying everything with her own eyes and running her fingertips along things, as if reassuring herself that they actually did exist.
When she finally runs out of rooms to look into, she runs up to Naoki, and wraps the other woman in a tight hug. If Kate happens to be nearby, she would be swept up in the embrace as well. Tears play at the corners of Artemis' eyes, a deliriously happy grin lights up her face.
"We finally did it, Naoki. We're home," she whispers.
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Feb 26, 2016 23:42:03 GMT -8
Maelik looked deep into himself in his meditation and relived every single atrocity he ever committed, every single murder, torture session, magical curse and destructive plan he ever laid bare. For him it was neither pleasant nor unpleasant, although thanks to the guidance and example set by Lum he felt a deep pang of guilt. Perhaps it wouldn't be best if he went through with this? It may do more than regress him physically after all, and what would even be the point if he couldn't value his love enough to protect it?
His brow furrowed and he reached deeper, just about ready to grab at the dark mass that was locked up and bound in his essence. However Lum's voice interrupted his concentration and the demon felt the goal he was working towards for hours just slip away from his grasp. He wasn't entirely sure how to feel about it.
"Hmm? Oh yes clothes. I suppose you would like to have some wouldn't you?" he said with a wayward glance to his sack where the nearly finished dress lay hidden.
"Of course honeybunch, just give me one moment..."
Like a jaguar he pounced back to his bag and huddling up so that all avenues of sight were blocked off Maelik furiously restarted his work on the dress. Threading and stitching away like a madman.
Lum would hear the occasional grunt of frustration as he inevitably pricked himself time and time again, trying to finish up his project to the best of his amateurish ability.
"J-just a second, I just need to finish this- OUCH! Oooooh, I'm sure you'll love it it's almost done!"
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 9:32:38 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2016 11:56:35 GMT -8
KLlur was making random, childish war sounds as he smacked his fists at the ground, going limp with every punch as soon he fell over, acting as if some kind of monster was on him. He had a hilarious war face upon him as he turned around, acting now an invisible spear was in his hands as he stabbed the beast in the chest three times, twisting the handle of it at the end and throwing an open hand into the air to claim his victory. Looking back over to the twins, he moaned out strange syllables and crawled his way over to them, face planting onto the ground with a grunt as he soon rolled to his side, staring at one of their feet as he waited for more food to be given to him.
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Feb 27, 2016 22:57:48 GMT -8
Skarlet heads inside the Chalet with Francesco and they find a room for themselves. Skarlet sits down on the bed and looks over at the mirror and her lack of reflection. She then looks back to Francesco, "How are you feeling now Francesco?"
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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.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
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 Feb 29, 2016 6:21:40 GMT -8
As they step over the threshold and through the small vestibule, Naoki stops. Her gaze roams the room, resting for a moment on each feature before moving to the next. As her visual examination proceeds, her smile -which has been a constant feature since they’ve entered the building- widens.
Here it is. The physical actualization of one of her most prominent dreams. Just sort of, sitting here. Waiting to be lived in. There’s the painting of the sun rising over the ocean. There’s the tree, with the mural of the night sky. Looking up, Naoki is able to identify constellations and formations of stars in the ceiling, a depiction of the same stars she spent so many hours gazing up towards; one of the only constants during her earlier years.
It’s almost too much, to see it there, perfectly constructed and accurate to each and every detail. She silently sings praise to that damn Aeedanian addict architect, Ruben, remarking momentarily as to how well individuals can do, when properly motivated. As Artemis opens the door to the bedroom, Naoki can see past- a glimpse of the large bed. The whole thing doesn’t even fit into the limited field of view through the door.
A single tear makes its way down her face, eventually dripping down off the point of her chin. It’s too much. To be here now, with Artemis and Kate, in the home of her dreams, with nothing planned. She had thought she was happy before, and indeed, she was. But this kind of goes beyond happiness.
Naoki searches for words, for a word, but comes up blank. There are no words or phrases in her vocabulary to adequately express these feelings. So instead, she opts to reciprocate the embrace, heaving slight sobs of joy and dampening the shoulder of Artemis’ suit.
After the hug breaks, Naoki thinks it best to seat herself. Taking a few short steps over to one of the room’s couches, she places her behind squarely in the center, resting her elbows on her knees and her face in her hands, still crying tears of joy.
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Francesco d'Artusio
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 26
Physical Description: Francesco d'Artusio is a very dashing young man, from his long, wavy locks to his slim, built figure, his dark, yet striking eyes, his strong, cut jaw. His slightly darkened skin only adds to this appeal, giving him a rather exotic flair. In addition, a mischievous grin graces his face when he serves his customers, as if sharing in a joke with them. He speaks with a lilting, exotic, lively accent, as well. Overall, his charm is irresistible to most, and particularly women -- Francesco is known as a master seducer. He seems to even possess an almost unearthly draw to him, perhaps due to some sort of magic.
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Francesco generally wears simple, yet elegant clothing, consisting of an open well-tanned leather vest over a fine silk maroon tunic, which is almost always partially unbuttoned to showcase his well-cut figure, complimented by his clinging grey trousers and calf-high boots. Around his neck he wears a simple sterling silver pendent in the shape of the moon, mysteriously mirroring its phases as the moon changes, the eye seemingly irresistibly drawn to it on first glance. On slow nights, he lets his sister Catalina take over operation of the bar, showing off his musical skill and the deftness of his slender fingers by gracing the Tavern's patronage with the sweet melodies of his citrole, a four-stringed plucked instrument with a happy, upbeat sound to it.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 0:13:22 GMT -8
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Post by Francesco d'Artusio on Feb 29, 2016 13:13:03 GMT -8
"Divine, my love," answers Francesco as he sits on the bed beside Skarlet, placing a gentle kiss upon her lips. Their particular room is lavishly decorated in Francesco's favourite colour: a deep, dark crimson. The walls are papered with a crimson filigree, topped with golden molding, and the bed itself is king-sized and stuffed with down. A rail is suspended above it, with shear curtains hanging down waiting to be pulled shut, offering the ultimate in intimate privacy, shutting even the room around them off from the couple. Upon one wall there sits an armoire, made of sturdy lacquered oak and decorated with engravings of various Prizzian Lords and Dons. Even Francesco's "late" uncle, Enrico d'Artussio has found his portrait engraved upon the armoire. The design staff had clearly gone all out to make the foreigner feel welcome.
Next to the armoire rests a makeup drawer with a large, round mirror facing out toward the room upon it, though Skarlet probably won't be able to use it. There are, however, a plethora of different makeups within the drawer, everything from purple lipstick to light pink blush to soft pale foundation. If Skarlet is into doing herself up, this will be a boon.
Two night stands rest to either side of the bed, one with a lamp set upon it made entirely of glass. Within the night stand drawer, some worker or another -- possibly even TMS staff -- has placed a myriad of sex toys, from impossibly massive rubber dildos to tiny magical vibrating soft pebbles inscribed with obscure runes.
The wash closet is similarly lavish, the tile made of marble and a large porcelain gold-lined tub sitting against one wall. Beside it, a smaller porcelain wash basin sits, and a towel rack is stuck in the wall, with many soft, clean towels hung upon it. A painting lines one wall of the wash closet, depicting Prizzi's most famed Generalissimo, Luisa de Venezia III, the first and last woman general in Prizzian history, and also the one responsible for their wide range of economic influence. She is the one who made Venezian Shiraz one of the most prized wines in the world. Someone apparently know that Francesco idolizes her. All in all, the entire room is beautifully decorated, and fit for a king.
"Not bad," murmurs Francesco as he looks about.
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