Ryselle Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94 
Age: 20
Physical Description: Coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'3", Ryselle looks like she weighs less than the average puppy when soaking wet. She is stronger than she looks, which is saying something. She has a fine-boned build, and the white hair (hers being hip-length) and pale skin which her family is known for, but her eyes are a startling shade of lavender-blue commonly known as "periwinkle." She is usually completely expressionless, which often disturbs most people.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ryselle always wears a white dress, and tends to go barefoot. She often carries birdseed, nuts, and pieces of dried fruit, fish, and beef in the many pockets of her dress, to offer to her animal friends. As with every member of her family, Ryselle (for some reason) carries candy in a pocket, usually the black licorice of which she is most fond.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 2, 2016 0:22:25 GMT -8
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Post by Ryselle Fletcher on Feb 15, 2016 21:59:10 GMT -8
It had taken her some time to travel from Ozmodias, and now Ryselle was.. in the middle of nowhere. And apparently 'the middle of nowhere' included a.. circus. Puzzled by the sight of the tents and wagons before her, the white-haired girl silently urged her current perch forward, into the tent where the main event seemed to be coming to a close. The stag obligingly lowered his head so his antlers wouldn't catch on the tent as they moved inside, allowing Ryselle to stare at the spectacle going on in her usual expressionless silence. This was.. interesting? Bare feet kicking idly, she reached into a pocket of her dress and withdrew a stick of black licorice, putting one end of the item in her mouth and letting it dangle as she chewed slowly.
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Indreni
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 32
Physical Description: About 5'8, medium framed, full-figured, long legs, white-blond hair, thin glases.
Clothes and Equipment: A plain wand, white blouse and pants, purple cape.
Registered: Feb 13, 2016 18:40:58 GMT -8
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Post by Indreni on Feb 15, 2016 23:21:17 GMT -8
As the lights dimmed, the middle aged woman took her place in the middle of the stage. Her steps were light and airy, and she wore a demure, peaceful grin. Her eyes glistened and her cheeks were red. No matter how many times she did this, she just couldn’t get used to being the center of attention. But the relief of bringing joy into other people’s hearts was immeasurable.
It was the joy she felt for living in a constant state of redemption.
Now that she was at the center, she took the time to gauge the emotional state of the audience. She had her eyes on Alden and Wither. She couldn’t read their minds, but she sensed their souls. They were in pain. They were missing a certain truth. Indreni smiled. She hoped her performance would help reveal truth to them. And if not, hey, there was always tomorrow and the day after that.
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The music that accompanied accompanied her entrance started off with a soft, delicate guitar. Then a thin, feminine humming voice appeared. The voice would seem to come from all around. Then a percussion would appear. The percussion would start to intensify along with the invisible woman's voice, which began to sing words in an alien language.
If Alden looked to her sides, he would start to see the supposed source of the percussion. They faded in quite subtly. Indreni was being flanked by four statuesque angelic figures. They were clearly not living beings however. Instead they were made of a solid blue, unknown material. They were striking drums made of the exact same material. What made their strikes odd was how how their entire upper bodies swung down with the strikes, their heads nodding violently with each thump. Their eyes appeared closed shut, as if in a trance. It was as if they lived to do nothing more than play this particular beat (which Alden might realize was technically the case).
As this bit of the song hit a crescendo, the intensity of the glass-like beings increased until the very end, at which point they were practically blinding.
Then they disappeared.
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At this point a large, star-like structure, a little like a burdock seed pod, appeared in the air. It was a bright white and seemed to be made of some kind of gemstone. When the structure appeared, the music changed. It became much more upbeat, like how a Spanish guitar might accompany a violent tango or duel. This time the music did not have a visible source.
The construct darted around, coming within inches of the faces of the audience members (including Alden). It was bright, energetic, and pure.
But then several smaller lights came. These had a smaller, more playful quality to them. They shimmered in multiple colors and didn't have as much gravitas as the main light. They orbited around the larger structure, each with its own path. Some were very straight and predictable and some darted around erratically. It would be highly reminiscent of a solar system or a chaotic diagram of an atom.
As the "personalities" of the colors became more clear, occasionally the larger white structure would shrink down and give way to the other structures, which would increase in size. The colored structures would be revealed to not only have their own behaviors, but their own textures. Some were spiked, some were smooth, and some were bumpy. Some even had strange tendrils and handles and some were totally inconsistent, warping and mutating violently to the music.
But ultimately the structures all seemed to have a harmonious relationship...
That was, until this part of the song too reached a crescendo before suddenly pausing ominously, ending with a loud gong.
Then came a violent surge of percussion, a terrified and panicked piano, and several other strange instruments which to Alden's knowledge weren't even supposed to exist. At this, the white construct began to surge around violently, not allowing the other lights to keep up. To the audience's horror, the large light would suddenly crash into one of the smaller lights, shattering it into sparkles.
This pattern continued. One by one the smaller lights were violently eliminated, their rainbow of sparkles littering the entire "battlefield" like blood. The once pristine bright white light would start to turn pink, then red, then a deep purple with each "kill". Finally there would be nothing but the center light and thousands of sparkles floating through the air, in dozens of different colors. Once again the music came to a crescendo and then ceased.
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A new song began. This one was a pure soft piano, mournful and lamenting. Soon it was joined by a feminine voice singing in an unknown language. The purple light slowly rose higher into the air, and the rainbow of sparkles began to dissipate.
An assertive, frantic violin began to play, and then more percussion returned, as the light was suddenly surrounded by a hailstorm of yellow lights. There were thousands, each seemingly corresponding to an individual sparkle from before. The voice oddly remained perfectly consistent, just as sorrowful as before, with not an edge of aggression. The lights rapidly rotated around the large purple light as it tried to get away.
The singing eventually stopped, and the introduction of more percussion and an incredibly fast paced piano solo revealed a new presence among the lights. Light constructs, all yellow, mirroring the appearance of the friendly colored gems from before, shined brightly and surrounded the purple light. The purple light was technically larger, but the luminosity of the other lights easily overwhelmed it.
These too began to haunt the purple light, until the song ended.
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There was a very brief, but powerful solo by the angelic voice, which was interrupted by more music. It was obvious a rapid crescendo was approaching via the interplay of the other instruments. When it came, the audience would be overwhelmed by singing and instruments all around accompanied by a rapid, energetic voice. It would the sort of thing one would work out to; it was far too emotional for dance music.
The solar system of light constructs had suddenly all gone bright red and were spinning rapidly around the entire arena. They spun so rapidly they were practically in disk form, once again coming within inches of people's faces. This went on for who knows how long (no more than a few seconds, but it was very easy to lose track of time during Indreni's legendary performances) before this song too came to a close. The system was no less vibrant, but it has stopped moving.
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The final performance would be the one Indreni hoped reached Alden. The music was very different this time. Instead of angelic choruses or pianos, there was a metallic sort of duet, in the sense that the voice would seem to echo itself, forming its own harmony. It was accompanied by a stranger instrument, like an electric guitar (not that those existed in this world, but that's what Alden would hear). But one thing the alien language was able to convey was hope, something which none of the other songs hand.
The red solar system would shrink down until it only accompanied a fraction of the arena, before the music would turn violently enthusiastic. When this happened, more light construct solar systems would appear, one for each of the original colored gems of before. Each one matched the original color scheme, and the texture of the center of each system was identical to its corresponding "ancestor". The lights frantically dances around the red light, forming a chorus of systems.
The music actually had turned into something one could dance to.
As the song progressed and the ballet of light constructs became more frantic, Alden would notice the entire performance would begin to change colors. At first each individual system would slowly fade from one color to the next, and then the individual constructs in each system, and then the various curves and edges of the constructs, all flowing and bleeding together in an overwhelming shower of color.
The deafening and blinding display only increased in power. The patterns that the lights followed also increased in variety. It was reaching the point where the constructs no longer existed in recognizable systems, but rather began to exchange structures.
It was a great big beautiful mess; dozens of sounds, textures, and colors in thousands (if not tens of thousands) of permutations were represented in this performance.
And the music was clearly going to end in happy, upbeat note.
Which it did, but not before one last reveal. The final chorus was marked by several angelic beings, made of the same "stuff" as the initial drummers, but emanating a violent multi-chromatic mix rather than the solid blue, fading into existence around the dance of constructs. It would be implied that these beings, whatever their were, were doing the singing and playing of instruments.
As soon as the song ended, everything disappeared in a sudden rush of wind.
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And with that the lights went back up, and Indreni took a bow.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420 
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Feb 16, 2016 8:52:58 GMT -8
At first, Alden saw the final performance like the others. It was meaningless noise and imagery, incomprehensible, unintelligible, something he could only enjoy on a technical level. Appreciating the time and effort such a routine must require to perfect, but unable to see anything beyond that. Something changed though near the end of the first part. He didn't know why, but something about the light struck a chord with him. Perhaps it was because he had previously been thinking of the circus, as analogous to his life. Either way, the light made him think of his own situation. It made him think about how he had killed those around him, and how stained he felt because of it.
The second act began, and he begins to feel uncomfortable. The purple light was haunted by the remains of its victims. Hounded and eclipsed by it's past misdeeds, until it froze. It shone red, red like blood it's past had finally caught up with it. Alden fidgets nervously, if this was what it was like when art "spoke" to you he wasn't certain he liked it.
The last act left Alden confused. The light he had identified with, became part of a larger tapestry. Hundreds of other lights appeared, in all different hues. The music had changed, it was faster, louder, but it was still just noise to him. He tried to pin down some meaning to the display, what he found just confused him though. Was it supposed to mean that, everyone carried the weight of their sins? That part of life, meant sharing that with others? He didn't know, now more than ever he was glad the circus was done though. He didn't feel right, he felt lost and confused. His certainty of purpose, and his decision to deny that purpose, had left him. No longer did he think he could sit on top of this mountain, and wait to die. It was clear that he had to do something, what though? That was escaping him.
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Ringleader Rusmanov
Established
Roleplay posts: 32
Physical Description: Rusmanov is a tall and skinny man with a nearly permanent smile on his face.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a selection of brightly colored suits and hats. Grey is not an option when it comes to his wardrobe. He carries a rather large enchanted megaphone that amplifies his voice to several times its original volume. He also carries a bullwhip.
Registered: Feb 12, 2016 19:55:09 GMT -8
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Post by Ringleader Rusmanov on Feb 16, 2016 12:32:35 GMT -8
The lights focus back on the ringleader, standing once more in the center of the ring.
"ONE MORE ROUND OF APPLAUSE TO OUR INCREDIBLE CHRISTIE CHROMA! THAT CONCLUDES TONIGHT'S SHOW, EVERYONE! WE HOPE YOU ENJOYED YOURSELVES AS MUCH AS WE DID, AND THAT YOU'LL COME AGAIN NEXT TIME WE'RE IN TOWN! GOOD NIGHT, AND GOOD BYE!"
Magic lanterns come on, bathing the entire tent in light. Clowns gesture towards the exit, ushering the crowd out. The crowd, of course, being Alden, Wither, and Ryselle. Behind the tent, performers and animals mill about.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Feb 16, 2016 13:10:52 GMT -8
Indreni's show had started, before Cynder could answer his question. He supposed he would never find out, if the circus often performed for a single person. Given everything else on his mind, it was an odd thing to dwell on. Still that is what he is thinking about on the walk out. Once outside though, he isn't quite sure what to do. That he had to do something was certain. It was also certain that, that something would involve leaving the mountain. Still where was he going to go? He wanted to wander, he wanted to travel, he wanted to figure things out. He still felt like he was a monster, but the spark of hope, the thought that he could be something else was back. This time though it felt more real, more possible than when he had walled away his sins. He heads back to his "house" and as he goes, he puts a finger to his coat clasp. Hello Reese Cresno it's Alden. I am finished with my personal business, so if Empress Naoki or anyone else needs me just let me know. I am not currently planning to head back to Isra, but I can adjust my otherwise nonexistent plans if needed. Otherwise, I am just going to wandering around.
By the time Alden is finished, sending he is back at his house. He starts packing what is left of his supplies, thinking on where he will go first. |
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Ryselle Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Age: 20
Physical Description: Coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'3", Ryselle looks like she weighs less than the average puppy when soaking wet. She is stronger than she looks, which is saying something. She has a fine-boned build, and the white hair (hers being hip-length) and pale skin which her family is known for, but her eyes are a startling shade of lavender-blue commonly known as "periwinkle." She is usually completely expressionless, which often disturbs most people.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ryselle always wears a white dress, and tends to go barefoot. She often carries birdseed, nuts, and pieces of dried fruit, fish, and beef in the many pockets of her dress, to offer to her animal friends. As with every member of her family, Ryselle (for some reason) carries candy in a pocket, usually the black licorice of which she is most fond.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 2, 2016 0:22:25 GMT -8
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Post by Ryselle Fletcher on Feb 16, 2016 17:16:01 GMT -8
The display of lights had been dazzling, and Ryselle was quietly impressed. She didn't show it, however. There wasn't much the girl did show, for that matter. Once the clowns began trying to urge everyone out, she watched the sad man pass, and after a moment's thought, turned the stag to follow. She did not, however, go away from the tent. Rather, she went around the side, and once she could see the animals behind it, she slid off the stag's back, moving around to his head. Gently rubbing the fur between his eyes, she waited as the great beast turned and went to find a particularly plush patch of grass away from the tent, where he settled down to wait for her.
With white hair swaying and skirts swishing around her legs, Ryselle's bare feet led her across the trampled grass, and fearlessly up to one of the lions. A hand reached out as those empty periwinkle eyes gleamed.
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Ringleader Rusmanov
Established
Roleplay posts: 32
Physical Description: Rusmanov is a tall and skinny man with a nearly permanent smile on his face.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a selection of brightly colored suits and hats. Grey is not an option when it comes to his wardrobe. He carries a rather large enchanted megaphone that amplifies his voice to several times its original volume. He also carries a bullwhip.
Registered: Feb 12, 2016 19:55:09 GMT -8
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Post by Ringleader Rusmanov on Feb 16, 2016 17:39:24 GMT -8
The lion opens its mouth, displaying a deep black void where the inside of its mouth should be. A thin woman in a sparkly leotard climbs out of he darkness, and spots Ryselle.
"Hey! What are you doing here? Back up, it's dangerous. These lions could take your hand right off."
Once the acrobat is fully out, the lion's mouth closes. When it opens once more, it's a normal lion's mouth. The acrobat gently pushes Ryselle back, away from the beast.
"Be careful! If you must pet something, pet the seals."
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Ryselle Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Age: 20
Physical Description: Coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'3", Ryselle looks like she weighs less than the average puppy when soaking wet. She is stronger than she looks, which is saying something. She has a fine-boned build, and the white hair (hers being hip-length) and pale skin which her family is known for, but her eyes are a startling shade of lavender-blue commonly known as "periwinkle." She is usually completely expressionless, which often disturbs most people.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ryselle always wears a white dress, and tends to go barefoot. She often carries birdseed, nuts, and pieces of dried fruit, fish, and beef in the many pockets of her dress, to offer to her animal friends. As with every member of her family, Ryselle (for some reason) carries candy in a pocket, usually the black licorice of which she is most fond.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 2, 2016 0:22:25 GMT -8
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Post by Ryselle Fletcher on Feb 16, 2016 17:57:31 GMT -8
Those eyes flashed with something murderous, and her hand quickly darted up to smack the woman's away. "..Do.. not.. touch me." Leveling a blank stare at the woman, she peered at the lion once more. "I fear no creature." Reaching her hand up toward the lion again, she was indeed fearless, reaching almost close enough to touch. Her mind gently searched that of the lion's, soothing it in the way few could, reassuring it that she was a friend and not food. She frequently spent the winter with wolf packs; a tamed lion was nothing to concern her.
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Ringleader Rusmanov
Established
Roleplay posts: 32
Physical Description: Rusmanov is a tall and skinny man with a nearly permanent smile on his face.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a selection of brightly colored suits and hats. Grey is not an option when it comes to his wardrobe. He carries a rather large enchanted megaphone that amplifies his voice to several times its original volume. He also carries a bullwhip.
Registered: Feb 12, 2016 19:55:09 GMT -8
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Post by Ringleader Rusmanov on Feb 16, 2016 21:21:55 GMT -8
The lion licks her hand, but doesn't bite her. The acrobat shrugs and walks away, muttering something or other about people with a death wish. The lion turns out to be quite friendly, bending down to get rubbed behind the ears. After a moment, it steps back and opens its mouth. Inside, it's the black void once more. This time, two fat seals slide out and onto the ground. They lie there, looking like overstuffed sausages, and start barking.
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Ryselle Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Age: 20
Physical Description: Coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'3", Ryselle looks like she weighs less than the average puppy when soaking wet. She is stronger than she looks, which is saying something. She has a fine-boned build, and the white hair (hers being hip-length) and pale skin which her family is known for, but her eyes are a startling shade of lavender-blue commonly known as "periwinkle." She is usually completely expressionless, which often disturbs most people.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ryselle always wears a white dress, and tends to go barefoot. She often carries birdseed, nuts, and pieces of dried fruit, fish, and beef in the many pockets of her dress, to offer to her animal friends. As with every member of her family, Ryselle (for some reason) carries candy in a pocket, usually the black licorice of which she is most fond.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 2, 2016 0:22:25 GMT -8
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Post by Ryselle Fletcher on Feb 16, 2016 21:40:28 GMT -8
Satisfaction practically emanated from the girl as the lion, predictably, took to her nigh-on instantly. But, as ever, her features remained devoid of expression. When the big feline leaned in, she happily delved both hands into the act of petting and skritching behind its ears.. at least until it opened its mouth again. She blinked at the appearance of two seals, and cast a look at the lion. "..You are no ordinary lion. What heinous magic have they cast upon you?" She'd suspected as much after the woman crawled out of its mouth, but still. This was just plain odd. Leaning down to stroke the seals on their heads, she was completely content. "Maybe I will follow this menagerie around for a time. It is always good to make new animal friends."
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Ringleader Rusmanov
Established
Roleplay posts: 32
Physical Description: Rusmanov is a tall and skinny man with a nearly permanent smile on his face.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a selection of brightly colored suits and hats. Grey is not an option when it comes to his wardrobe. He carries a rather large enchanted megaphone that amplifies his voice to several times its original volume. He also carries a bullwhip.
Registered: Feb 12, 2016 19:55:09 GMT -8
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Post by Ringleader Rusmanov on Feb 16, 2016 21:50:05 GMT -8
The seals roll over for belly rubs, letting out barks of contentment. Sensing that there are free scritches to be had, the dancing bears tango their way over to where Ryselle stands. Their dance coach runs after them, shouting.
"Hey! You've got to work on that quickstep!"
He sees the gathered crowd of animals, with the tiny white-haired girl in the middle of them.
"What are you doing? Who are you?"
The seals turn lazily towards the dancing coach.
"Ork!"
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Ryselle Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Age: 20
Physical Description: Coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'3", Ryselle looks like she weighs less than the average puppy when soaking wet. She is stronger than she looks, which is saying something. She has a fine-boned build, and the white hair (hers being hip-length) and pale skin which her family is known for, but her eyes are a startling shade of lavender-blue commonly known as "periwinkle." She is usually completely expressionless, which often disturbs most people.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ryselle always wears a white dress, and tends to go barefoot. She often carries birdseed, nuts, and pieces of dried fruit, fish, and beef in the many pockets of her dress, to offer to her animal friends. As with every member of her family, Ryselle (for some reason) carries candy in a pocket, usually the black licorice of which she is most fond.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 2, 2016 0:22:25 GMT -8
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Post by Ryselle Fletcher on Feb 16, 2016 22:30:02 GMT -8
Oh, more friends. Seeing bears headed her way, the first sign of expression flickered across Ryselle's face: A tiny smile, that was there one heartbeat and gone the next. With no hesitation, she reached out to skritch and scratch the skin beneath the bears' thick pelts, seemingly perfectly happy to spend her day doing nothing but doling out pets and scratchings. Hearing a voice addressing her, she paused, wrist-deep in bear fur, and blinked at the person. "I am giving them some much-needed affection. These animals have feelings too, you know. They like to be shown that their hard work is appreciated with more than just feedings."
Looking away from the dancing coach, she resumed transferring her attentions between the group of animals, going from lion ear skritches, to seal belly rubs, to deep-fur itch-finders with the bears. Although, she paused, realizing she had neglected to answer the second question, and resumed what she was doing as she replied. "I am Ryselle Fletcher."
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Ringleader Rusmanov
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Roleplay posts: 32
Physical Description: Rusmanov is a tall and skinny man with a nearly permanent smile on his face.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a selection of brightly colored suits and hats. Grey is not an option when it comes to his wardrobe. He carries a rather large enchanted megaphone that amplifies his voice to several times its original volume. He also carries a bullwhip.
Registered: Feb 12, 2016 19:55:09 GMT -8
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Post by Ringleader Rusmanov on Feb 16, 2016 22:40:26 GMT -8
"Ryselle Fletcher?"
The dancing coach pauses for a moment. It sounds familiar, although he can't quite place why.
"Well, Ms Fletcher, you can't just..."
He trails off, as he sees that Ryselle can very well just wander in and start playing with the animals. It's incredible. The second lion wanders in, wanting attention as well. The danceing coach watches, speechless. Soon, a small crowd of circus people gathers around the strange girl who can play with the animals. A few moments later, the ringmaster arrives, still wearing his suit.
"Why hello there, miss! I see you gave a way with animals! I don't know how you do it, but it would be a shame for that talent to go to waste! So...would you like to join us? To help with the animals?"
He grins, showing off a mouthful of perfectly white teeth.
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Ryselle Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Age: 20
Physical Description: Coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'3", Ryselle looks like she weighs less than the average puppy when soaking wet. She is stronger than she looks, which is saying something. She has a fine-boned build, and the white hair (hers being hip-length) and pale skin which her family is known for, but her eyes are a startling shade of lavender-blue commonly known as "periwinkle." She is usually completely expressionless, which often disturbs most people.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ryselle always wears a white dress, and tends to go barefoot. She often carries birdseed, nuts, and pieces of dried fruit, fish, and beef in the many pockets of her dress, to offer to her animal friends. As with every member of her family, Ryselle (for some reason) carries candy in a pocket, usually the black licorice of which she is most fond.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 2, 2016 0:22:25 GMT -8
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Post by Ryselle Fletcher on Feb 16, 2016 22:48:40 GMT -8
Crowds were unsettling to the girl, but she was willing to put up with it, for the animals. By the time the ringmaster arrived, she had a lion's head resting in her lap and the other on her knees, a seal leaning against each side, a bear at her back, and another at her feet. It was, quite frankly, precisely how Ryselle preferred to spend her time. Animals were so much more pleasant than people. When the ringmaster spoke to her, she blinked, and considered. People never just.. offered things like that. She eyed him suspiciously. He had too many teeth. She didn't trust people with too many teeth. Still...
"..I suppose we could come to some sort of agreement. What, specifically, did you have in mind? Are you speaking of simply seeing to it that they are kept happy, or would you have me performing with them in your circus?" She would be willing to agree to either, although the latter might take a bit of persuading. She didn't necessarily approve of keeping animals confined or making them perform. These didn't seem to mind it too much - they just felt under-appreciated and disappointed that no one understood them.
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Ringleader Rusmanov
Established
Roleplay posts: 32
Physical Description: Rusmanov is a tall and skinny man with a nearly permanent smile on his face.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a selection of brightly colored suits and hats. Grey is not an option when it comes to his wardrobe. He carries a rather large enchanted megaphone that amplifies his voice to several times its original volume. He also carries a bullwhip.
Registered: Feb 12, 2016 19:55:09 GMT -8
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Post by Ringleader Rusmanov on Feb 16, 2016 22:55:12 GMT -8
The ringleader's smile doesn't waver.
"If you could make sure the animals are happy, that would be enough. But think of the tricks you could teach them! The stunts they could perform! And they would love it, too, if they were taught by you! You would be able to travel the lands with us, see all the cities and towns of the world! You could meet animals you never even imagined could exist!"
He steps forward, patting one of the seals gingerly on the head. The bear growls at him.
"So...whattaya say?"
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Ryselle Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Age: 20
Physical Description: Coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'3", Ryselle looks like she weighs less than the average puppy when soaking wet. She is stronger than she looks, which is saying something. She has a fine-boned build, and the white hair (hers being hip-length) and pale skin which her family is known for, but her eyes are a startling shade of lavender-blue commonly known as "periwinkle." She is usually completely expressionless, which often disturbs most people.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ryselle always wears a white dress, and tends to go barefoot. She often carries birdseed, nuts, and pieces of dried fruit, fish, and beef in the many pockets of her dress, to offer to her animal friends. As with every member of her family, Ryselle (for some reason) carries candy in a pocket, usually the black licorice of which she is most fond.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 2, 2016 0:22:25 GMT -8
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Post by Ryselle Fletcher on Feb 16, 2016 23:03:00 GMT -8
Continuing to eye the man skeptically, Ryselle finally nodded once, briskly. "Very well. I will keep them happy, and I will perform with them in your circus. But." Raising a hand, she extended her index finger, pointing it at the man with grave seriousness. "They are my first priority. If they are unhappy, or do not feel well, or they simply do not wish to perform that day, then I will not force them to do anything they do not wish or do not feel capable of doing."
Letting her hand fall, she scratched the chin of the lion whose head was resting in her lap, making the animal stretch happily and utter a low grumbly lion noise of contentment. "That is my only condition."
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Ringleader Rusmanov
Established
Roleplay posts: 32
Physical Description: Rusmanov is a tall and skinny man with a nearly permanent smile on his face.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a selection of brightly colored suits and hats. Grey is not an option when it comes to his wardrobe. He carries a rather large enchanted megaphone that amplifies his voice to several times its original volume. He also carries a bullwhip.
Registered: Feb 12, 2016 19:55:09 GMT -8
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Post by Ringleader Rusmanov on Feb 16, 2016 23:09:15 GMT -8
The ringleader's grin stretches even wider, contorting into an expression that should be impossible for a human with a human face.
"Excellent! I'm sure that won't be a problem, as you should be able to keep these lovely creatures happy as clams. I'm glad to have you on-board, Ryselle."
He reaches out to shake her hand, but the lion snaps at him and he withdraws it.
"Oho! It seems our friend here doesn't like me much. Ah well. They've got you now!"
He strides off, and the crowd disperses. The dancing coach, however, remains.
"Um...miss Fletcher...we really do need to get back to that quickstep. These bears are being far too heavy-footed."
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Ryselle Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Age: 20
Physical Description: Coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'3", Ryselle looks like she weighs less than the average puppy when soaking wet. She is stronger than she looks, which is saying something. She has a fine-boned build, and the white hair (hers being hip-length) and pale skin which her family is known for, but her eyes are a startling shade of lavender-blue commonly known as "periwinkle." She is usually completely expressionless, which often disturbs most people.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ryselle always wears a white dress, and tends to go barefoot. She often carries birdseed, nuts, and pieces of dried fruit, fish, and beef in the many pockets of her dress, to offer to her animal friends. As with every member of her family, Ryselle (for some reason) carries candy in a pocket, usually the black licorice of which she is most fond.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 2, 2016 0:22:25 GMT -8
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Post by Ryselle Fletcher on Feb 17, 2016 11:53:18 GMT -8
Ryselle's lips twitched with the vaguest threat of a smile when the lion snapped at the ringleader's hand, and with a silent affirmation of the behavior, she scratched the lion's chest. Content to lounge there for a few moments, she blinked up at the dancing coach as they spoke, then sighed. "Very well. Up with you, then." Gently nudging both bears away from their perches, she shifted out from under the other creatures until she could stand. Sharing stern glances with both bears, she communicated silently. Whatever she said was enough to have both bears scurrying back to their dancing lesson. That done, Ryselle turned her focus to the lions and seals. She wasn't a performer. Maybe she could get an idea of what to do from a few minutes' conversation with them.
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Ringleader Rusmanov
Established
Roleplay posts: 32
Physical Description: Rusmanov is a tall and skinny man with a nearly permanent smile on his face.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a selection of brightly colored suits and hats. Grey is not an option when it comes to his wardrobe. He carries a rather large enchanted megaphone that amplifies his voice to several times its original volume. He also carries a bullwhip.
Registered: Feb 12, 2016 19:55:09 GMT -8
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Post by Ringleader Rusmanov on Feb 17, 2016 12:02:11 GMT -8
The bears shuffle off to their dancing lesson. The seals flop around, trying to roll around on the dewy grass to avoid drying out. After a moment, a clown walks up to the lions.
"Open up, I gotta grab something."
The lion obliges, and the clown climbs into the vast blackness. A moment later, he exits, dragging a grand piano.
"Good lion."
He pats the lion on the head and pushes the piano away.
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Ryselle Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Age: 20
Physical Description: Coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'3", Ryselle looks like she weighs less than the average puppy when soaking wet. She is stronger than she looks, which is saying something. She has a fine-boned build, and the white hair (hers being hip-length) and pale skin which her family is known for, but her eyes are a startling shade of lavender-blue commonly known as "periwinkle." She is usually completely expressionless, which often disturbs most people.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ryselle always wears a white dress, and tends to go barefoot. She often carries birdseed, nuts, and pieces of dried fruit, fish, and beef in the many pockets of her dress, to offer to her animal friends. As with every member of her family, Ryselle (for some reason) carries candy in a pocket, usually the black licorice of which she is most fond.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 2, 2016 0:22:25 GMT -8
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Post by Ryselle Fletcher on Feb 17, 2016 12:07:30 GMT -8
"..." Blink. She was really going to have to figure out how they did that...
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