Chance
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77 
Age: 20
Physical Description: A tall young man with scraggly hair and the beginnings of a beard. His build is lean and muscular, skin tanned from working as at docks and on boats for the past year.
Registered: Apr 27, 2015 17:46:53 GMT -8
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Post by Chance on Apr 14, 2016 22:03:37 GMT -8
Oliver was feeling very uncomfortable. He didn't like the way Therin had looked at him. Even more disconcerting was when Reese had touched his hand. He had no reason to hate the newcomers. They were had money in the game after all. Avoiding the awkward situation Oliver began explaining to Sir Cairex Forgepyre the next part of the game. "Now I have to roll a six again to win. If I roll a seven I lose." aMqiZ3OQ2-25-5Oliver's heart sank. He hadn't lost that much money, only a copper, but it was still an unthrilling way to start a game. Reese was to his right so it was his turn next. 2-2·5-5 |
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Apr 14, 2016 22:19:23 GMT -8
The intrusion of Reese was not pleasing to Silas. The rich prick treated his friends like they were his servants. To Silas that was worse then the forward approaches Reese was making on Opal and Oliver. The short guy, Scag (what kind of name was that?) also seemed like a shady character.
When Reese grabbed the dice Silas was paying attention. Something was wrong with the situation, but Silas held his doubts until he had more proof. He leaned his chair back to the ground and drank soberly from his beer. That would have to change. "Bring out yer finest wine!" He yelled towards the bar.
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Ertivald Finch
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 89
Physical Description: An elderly man draped in a filthy cloak carrying a wooden staff. He's slightly humpbacked and has a long white beard swaying below his chin.
Registered: Apr 15, 2016 7:45:09 GMT -8
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Post by Ertivald Finch on Apr 15, 2016 7:53:53 GMT -8
Ertivald enters the tavern with a nasty grin spread across his face, his yellow eyes flickering left and right. Before long Ertivald limped across the tavern floor, directly towards The Inquisitor. "Excuse me... I was delayed" He muttered, his voice quite nasty and high. Ertivald pulled out a chair, placing himself before the cloaked Inquisitor.
"So... Business?" He flashed his rotten teeth, smiling at The Inquisitor.
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Kalum Fortune
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 32
Physical Description: A slender individual standing at 5'6". He is by no means a strong looking man, nor a man one would look at for the profession he takes joy in.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothing is a rather high moderate class outfit, with long, loose sleeves and leather gloves. The shirts themselves are usually a gentlemanly button up shirt, either colored blue or black with matching hats and pants to complete the ensemble.
These outfits are mainly a distraction, as within those sleeves, shirt, legs, and even his shoes are many blades. These range from throwing knives, to poisoned blades and hidden blades attached just within the wrists of the jacket.
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 18:04:04 GMT -8
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Post by Kalum Fortune on Apr 15, 2016 8:15:58 GMT -8
Kalum walks into the tavern, dressed in his dark blue ensemble, looking out of place in both coloration and classification of citizenship. He looks like a high end middle class gentleman, though with a slight smirk upon his face. he traverses slowly through the bar, looking for an empty seat or table. With the tavern being so busy, he did not find one and so took a seat amongst the bar stool.
He seats himself facing the rest of the room, ordering a Assiete de Canard with a glass of Carmean Red without even looking behind him to the tavern tender. He simply gazes out to the main floor, glazing his eyes over the rest of the patrons, taking in their appearances, general moods, their musk and scent, and listening to the conversations throughout. One thing about being a professional assassin, is that you can gleam information about anyone, even from just listening in a loud and crowded location.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Registered: Jan 27, 2016 14:17:35 GMT -8
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Apr 15, 2016 8:39:02 GMT -8
Edward had been sipping his wine right as Gavin made his baby comment. He chokes and splutters and coughs for a minute. When he recovers he looks at his son. The boy was far too... something sometimes. He takes a moment and few deep breaths collecting himself. Well too be fair as far as he was concerned a baby was on the agenda. Still his five year old son should not be talking about it. He decides to just gloss over the comment, well as much as he can after his little display.
"Yes I think we can arrange to have you go to school. We should have thought of it sooner. Travere has one for the wealthier merchants and nobles."
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361 
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Apr 15, 2016 11:22:55 GMT -8
The comment about a baby pained Reuna, but she hid her grimace by sipping at her wine, and looking elsewhere. At least she'd had a good idea. School would be good for Gavin. She couldn't bring herself to look at him, or Edward, right at that moment, however. The conversation didn't need her input, and all she could think about was what the boy said. Bah.
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Reese Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 23
Physical Description: Tall, blond, dresses classy.
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 20:45:55 GMT -8
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Post by Reese Fletcher on Apr 15, 2016 12:33:25 GMT -8
( Chance Eliza Opal Rognar Hammerborn Silas Sir Cairex Forgepyre) Once everyone who had bet took their two coppers back Reese would continue the game. "Now that we are done with the warm ups." Reese placed four silver pieces on the table. "Lets get a real game going." ------------------------------ Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Reese's two big friends were making preparations. One of them left the tavern and the other went to the bar where Kalum Fortune was sitting. The man was tall with broad shoulders and a shaved head. He was dressed in fancy cloths that could have been worn by a wealthy merchant or, perhaps, lesser noble. "Don't look to hard. Some people might think you are trying to pick a fight. Take, for instance, those mercenaries in the corner. I bet they'll wreck the place before the night is over. The owner, Zaræn Viddik, doesn't seem to be paying much attention. My name is Dom." Dom offered to shake the lean man's hand. "I approached you because my friend is over there." He nodded in the direction of the mercenaries table. "If you are looking for a fight we could use your help. I am afraid those ruffians are going to take advantage of my friend." |
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Apr 15, 2016 13:00:56 GMT -8
The wolf was having trouble adjusting his senses to the constant stimulation inside the tavern, he wasn't as used to his human senses, and while stronger than most humans, he noticed large varieties of noise could make picking out specific noises troublesome. There wasn't a doubt in his mind he could tear a part anyone in the tavern who tried something, provided they couldn't perform magic of course. The dwarf would have been some trouble, they tended to be much better built than humans, but fortunately they were on the same side. Still, he wanted to be prepared. A shift would take him less than ten seconds, provided he wasn't drinking. He set the beer down and took a sip of water. His eyes kept up a careful pace of the room, he wasn't really paying attention to the game at all, but it would serve him well to pretend he cared.
"Afraid I will never understand your people's fascination with gambling. There is no skill in this, unless there are dice rolling techniques?"
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Kalum Fortune
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 32
Physical Description: A slender individual standing at 5'6". He is by no means a strong looking man, nor a man one would look at for the profession he takes joy in.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothing is a rather high moderate class outfit, with long, loose sleeves and leather gloves. The shirts themselves are usually a gentlemanly button up shirt, either colored blue or black with matching hats and pants to complete the ensemble.
These outfits are mainly a distraction, as within those sleeves, shirt, legs, and even his shoes are many blades. These range from throwing knives, to poisoned blades and hidden blades attached just within the wrists of the jacket.
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 18:04:04 GMT -8
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Post by Kalum Fortune on Apr 15, 2016 14:00:15 GMT -8
Kalum was enjoying watching the entities that filled the main room while he waited patiently for his dinner. Listening to families talk to one another, an elderly duo talking business in the corner, as well as some gambling and drunken fools to entertain him. He was enjoying his reverie when a large man know identified as Dom approached him and introduced himself. Being of a gentlemanly facade, Kalum accepts the offered hand and introduces himself. "Kalum, charmed to meet someone with at least an seemingly fair aptitude in his surroundings. Though no, a fight is not what I am looking for."
As Dom explains that the mercenary group might start causing trouble, Kalum couldn't help but smile. "So the troupe of neanderthals are in too high of spirits from a previous job then? Hmm, yes I can see myself assisting to keep them detained. Don't want any harm to come to those whom pertain to this establishment. Though if your friend is over there, I have to wonder why you are speaking to a middle aged man like myself instead of getting your friend out of their vicinity?" The last question is asked with a somewhat cynical grin, tempting Dom to come up with a straight answer, but also wanting this ruse to be believable. Having the conversation too short would be suspicious.
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Rognar Hammerborn
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 54
Physical Description: ----------------------
Race: Dwarf
Hair/Beard: Dark Brown
Size/Weight: average dwarfish
Build: Sturdy
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Clothes and Equipment: Plate armor + helmet
Warhammer on back
Two axes on belt
Daggers (hidden)
Warhammer: http://pre01.deviantart.net/9d27/th/pre/i/2012/351/5/1/speed_model___warhammer_by_metonymic-d5obk24.jpg
Axes: http://www.iloveswords.com/images/LOTR/MDL_gimli2.jpg
Daggers: http://orig08.deviantart.net/6619/f/2014/032/8/7/untitled_by_laforjadeprometeo-d74mr07.jpg
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Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Apr 5, 2016 2:09:50 GMT -8
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Post by Rognar Hammerborn on Apr 15, 2016 14:03:21 GMT -8
"Oi, bairn. Dae ye ken fa we ur? Tak' a swatch at us. Diz anyain swatch loch he is capable ay gamblin' wi' sic' an amoont ay bunsens? If ye want tae raise th' pot thes early, ye hae tae expect fowk tae opt it. Ah dornt pure caur abit bunsens, but aam nae glaikit either. Sae Ah will happily watch frae noo oan." he said to Reese Fletcher. He still wasn't sure what they were planning. And personally, he didn't like the kids face. If he wanted trouble, there were probably a lot of other individuals around, who would happily join in. But he wasn't one of them. His days of happily picking fights and measuring his strength with others were gone. Now he craved for a purpose. A purpose to wield his hammer once again. |
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Chance
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: 20
Physical Description: A tall young man with scraggly hair and the beginnings of a beard. His build is lean and muscular, skin tanned from working as at docks and on boats for the past year.
Registered: Apr 27, 2015 17:46:53 GMT -8
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Post by Chance on Apr 15, 2016 18:00:16 GMT -8
"I'm in!" Said Oliver as he placed his only silver next to Reese's stack. The chance to win another Silver was too much for the young man to resist. "Are you in?" He asked Rognar Hammerborn, not having understood a single word he said. |
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Gavin Laurént
Dedicated
Exists!
Roleplay posts: 131
Age: 5
Physical Description: Formerly only existing as a barely perceptible temporal ghost, Gavin is now a perfectly normal 5 year old boy.
Registered: Feb 14, 2016 14:02:40 GMT -8
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Post by Gavin Laurént on Apr 15, 2016 22:19:47 GMT -8
"Hey, who, are, those, guys?" Gavin said in a very loud whisper, carefully enunciating each word as if it wasn't clear enough. "They, look, interesting."
He was of course, looking towards the gamblers and mercenaries at the distant table.
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Apr 16, 2016 2:59:29 GMT -8
The wine arrived and the server was had brought two glasses. 'Pinot Noir', the label read. "On the main land we say that even the cheapest wine in Gualdin is worthy of kings." Silas said as he filled his and Eliza's glasses halfway with the dark alcohol. As he poured, Silas put his arm around Eliza Opal. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "Reese is cheating, and his friends across the room are up to something." The wine was twice as much as Reese Fletcher was betting so Silas didn't mind matching the bet. Beside, he thought he had caught on to Reese's game. He placed three more silver marks atop Oliver's, evening the pot. Silas tried to catch Oliver's eye. The boy had become to enamored with gambling and was not paying attention to his surroundings. |
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The Inquisitor
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Physical Description: The Inquisitor is a 6 feet suit of armor. What lies underneath is a mystery. It is dressed in numerous thin decorative plates of metal, and a long black robe concealing its body. The armor itself is not very effective and serves as an aesthetic.
In The Inquisitor's hand there is a staff made of metal. The coloration of The Inquisitors gear is generally dark and gives off quite a grim impression.
Registered: Mar 30, 2016 20:38:27 GMT -8
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Post by The Inquisitor on Apr 16, 2016 3:38:32 GMT -8
"It was nice of you to show up" The Inquisitor muttered, his hands folded firmly on the table. "Business..." He stared at Ertivald for a moment, then spoke. "How long will it take you to create the portal?" His question was quite forward, but he needed answers. "I understand from our conversation earlier that you weren't adept at making them" The Inquisitor's voice was monotone and void of emotion in a most unsettling way.
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Ertivald Finch
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 89
Physical Description: An elderly man draped in a filthy cloak carrying a wooden staff. He's slightly humpbacked and has a long white beard swaying below his chin.
Registered: Apr 15, 2016 7:45:09 GMT -8
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Post by Ertivald Finch on Apr 16, 2016 3:43:39 GMT -8
"Well... Mister Brown" Ertivald hummed, chuckling to himself. "You are absolutely right... I'm not very good at conjuring up the portals... But considering the nature of your request I doubt you'll find anyone else willing in Travére" Ertivald took a sip from a bottle that hung from his belt, his breath reeking with liquor.
"You'll need to wait till I gather ingredients... Knowledge... A site" Ertivald spoke to himself, fumbling over his words. The Inquisitor was not one to disappoint or deceive, Ertivald got the feeling. "A reasonable guess would be a week or two before I can send you there... If you get the gold" Ertivald smiled at the cloaked figure before him.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Registered: Jan 27, 2016 14:17:35 GMT -8
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Apr 16, 2016 12:09:49 GMT -8
Their order arrives the plates of expertly prepared food set before them. Edwards digs in though he eats at a sedate pace. Though his body needed some heartier fair the cake had still been filling. He takes a sip from his wine and glances to the group.
"They have the look of mercenaries. Men who fight and guard things for money."
His tone of voice indicates that he is a bit distracted. Edward has picked up on Reu's mood. He knows what the cause is, she is still worried about her ability to conceive. He sets down his glass and reaches over to grab her wrist. He gives it a comforting squeeze and smiles at her.
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Apr 16, 2016 12:37:19 GMT -8
The arrival of the food provided a welcome distraction, and she set her wineglass down, turning to the plate with an eager expression. Before she could dig in, Edward reached out and grabbed her wrist. Reuna paused and looked over at him, momentarily confused. Then she saw the look on his face, and understood; he'd seen her dark mood and known what the reasoning was. Because of course he did. He loved her, and knew how her mind worked. Giving him a loving smile, she shifted within his grasp and turned her hand so she could lace her fingers briefly with his. The sweet moment passed and her mood much improved (despite lingering worries and mental affirmations to investigate the issue at hand), she began to dig into her food with the typical dainty bites that were her habit.
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Apr 16, 2016 15:49:32 GMT -8
The wolf's hearing was good enough in his human form to hear what was muttered in Eliza's ear. It didn't surprise him in the slightest, though he couldn't help but figure out what their goal was. If they wanted to just start a fight, throwing a punch would have done that. They must have wanted something else then. But what? And he no way of communicating that thought pattern to any of the others. He didn't know them well enough to communicate nonverbally.
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Gavin Laurént
Dedicated
Exists!
Roleplay posts: 131
Age: 5
Physical Description: Formerly only existing as a barely perceptible temporal ghost, Gavin is now a perfectly normal 5 year old boy.
Registered: Feb 14, 2016 14:02:40 GMT -8
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Post by Gavin Laurént on Apr 16, 2016 17:39:37 GMT -8
Gavin alternated between eating his chicken nuggets and asparagus tips, and completing the children's mazes using the crayons the server had given him.  Finding the puzzle to be little to no challenge, he asked the server for a more difficult one. He immediately regretted his decision.  And so Gavin diligently set to work on it. |
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Registered: Jan 27, 2016 14:17:35 GMT -8
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Apr 16, 2016 18:32:26 GMT -8
Edward watched as his son struggled with the new maze. Taking the last few bits of his meal he leans back. Sipping at his wine he just enjoys the ambiance and the company. At least he would like to he notices two things then. One there is a growing air of impeding violence. Two the Inquisitor was here. Calmly Edward removes his glaces and places them in his pocket. There were potential futures of violence brewing. All of them ended when something very large and powerful came from the back room. He drains the last of his wine and gets to his feet. Waving a hand a pile of coin appears on the table.
"Shall we go for a walk in the park before heading home?"
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