Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152 
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Mar 23, 2016 21:14:44 GMT -8
Strangely enough, Raena does not use an axe to fell the trees about the camp site. Instead, she draws her mighty flamberge and slices clean through the trunks in one sweeping motion, each strike felling another tree. She duces each one up into separate logs before tossing them to Fol-lu to split them.
Before long, they have a large pile of firewood stacked up to Raena's chest, dry and perfect for burning. Raena looks satisfied with the results, which, given her almost always unemotional expression, can be taken to mean that she is extremely pleased with herself. She piles up the kindling she had collected within the fire ring, before stacking logs in a tall rhomboid tower pattern, symmetrical and perfectly balanced. She then takes a tinder box from her satchel and strikes the flint upon the steel, sending sparks into the kindling.
It's not long before she succeeds in lighting the dry reeds she used as kindling, and she sits back away from the stone ring to watch the fire grow, sighing lightly.
"I must admit that being here in nature is rather pleasant," she says aside to her companion.
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Salam
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64 
Age: 25
Physical Description: Race: Kitsune
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 145lbs
Skin: Caucasian
Hair: Light Brown
Eyes: Forest Glade Green
Has ears and tail of a fox, fur being light brown same as his hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Basic clothing consists of darkened clothing that fit his figure loosely. Colours mainly consisting of browns and blacks. Has three sets of clothing, all of the same description.
Armor: Consists of Padded Leather dyed to a black colour. Meant to help keep him safe when traversing ancient ruins and caves. Gives him a bit more defensive capabilities while allowing him access to his full maneuverability.
Weapons: Wanting to keep himself light, he only carries a Short Sword and Dagger. Light weapons that he uses to mainly deflect and parry attacks rather than attack himself.
Registered: Mar 14, 2016 10:49:17 GMT -8
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Post by Salam on Mar 24, 2016 10:05:52 GMT -8
Salam travels for the day, not caring as to his destination, but looking more forward to what he might find along the way. Should he visit one of the nearby cities,or progress through to a new country? Chance is what holds the future for this Kitsune.
As dusk approaches, Salam decides to set up a makeshift camp for himself roadside, with but a single tent and a small hole in the grround to contain a fire.
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Fol-lu, Skywarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 123
Age: Pretty Dang Old
Physical Description: Fol-lu has two forms, one which is his human form. In this form, he appears as an elegant looking man standing at an even 6’0’’ with long black hair. This is only his preferred mortal form, however, and he can take others if need be.
His draconic form is is that of an enormous feathered dragon, with a gleaming golden gem (the Dragon's Tear) embedded in his forehead, just between two golden eyes. The gem radiates with magical power, granted only to the Skywarden. The Skywarden's true form is roughly 200 feet long, and it is in this form that he is most powerful. He has the ability to decrease the size of this form at will.
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Clothes and Equipment: Fol-lu wears whatever is appropriate for the situation, whether that be a garb of silken finery or a set of comfortable traveling clothes. He also wears armor in battle at times, and commonly uses a polearm of legendary qualities. The weapon’s shaft is about as long as a short spear, except it is tipped with a long single edged blade that curves upwards at the tip for increased slashing power, this weapon is commonly referred to as a glaive. His weapon and armor can be summoned at will through the use of magic, since carrying around such things are an inconvenience one with power such as Fol-lu's does not have to deal with.
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Registered: Feb 15, 2016 20:58:32 GMT -8
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Post by Fol-lu, Skywarden on Mar 26, 2016 14:11:11 GMT -8
Fol-lu watches impassively as she sets up the fire. As it's orange light grows in intensity the last rays of sunlight leave the forest, and it is shrouded in only the light of the rising moon, and the songs of birds give way to chirping crickets. The smell of smoke soon permeates the small clearing where they have set up camp, and the steadily growing heat of the fire causes Fol-lu to move back a few inches, sliding the log he sat on backwards to do so.
Silently he would watch Raena, spotting her light sigh before she spoke. She seemed to be much more at ease than she had been previously. Indeed, nature's purity was not lost on her as well. Fol-lu would nod silently in reply, before tilting his head upwards to watch the stars brighten in the sky for a bit. A peaceful silence would come over the camp them, with only the crackling sounds of the fire and the rustling of leaves in the cool night breeze to fill the silence. Eventually however, he broke the peaceful silence,
"So Raena, tell me about yourself. So far in our travels we haven't gotten to know each other very well," normally Fol-lu would not pry for information from like this, but she seemed to be more at ease than usual, and he was genuinely curious to learn more about her, a few moments later he added,
"I can talk about myself first if that helps."
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
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Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Mar 26, 2016 17:35:18 GMT -8
On the roads between The Black Tower - Gauldin Branch and Travére, the Isranian Embassy thunders along the wide and dusty roads of Gauldin. Madame Naoki leads the group from atop her gray steed, eyes and ears constantly in motion to survey the road ahead. They are fifty in number, including not only Madame Naoki, but also Artemis, thirteen other members of the Isranian Embassy, Royal Fletcher, Ravven Fletcher, Queen Arianne, Lady Genevieve St. James, Odette, as well as thirty armored and armed members of The Black Tower’s finest cavalry, all riding in tight formation on horseback. Their plan is to proceed directly to Travére, stopping once at the halfway point to take a short snack break. |
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Mar 26, 2016 21:40:41 GMT -8
Raena is snapped out of her thoughts by Fol-lu's voice and she looks slightly confused for a moment. Then, she furrows her brow. Tell him about herself...what was there to tell? She's not very important. She's simply a vessel of The Void, a sellsword. Redemption for her past sins is impossible, and half her family despises her. She has no idea how much or how little of thus to tell her travelling companion. Then, he offers to go first.
"Mm. I think you'd better start," she responds, nodding slowly as those icy blue eyes study him scrupulously.
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Salam
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 25
Physical Description: Race: Kitsune
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 145lbs
Skin: Caucasian
Hair: Light Brown
Eyes: Forest Glade Green
Has ears and tail of a fox, fur being light brown same as his hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Basic clothing consists of darkened clothing that fit his figure loosely. Colours mainly consisting of browns and blacks. Has three sets of clothing, all of the same description.
Armor: Consists of Padded Leather dyed to a black colour. Meant to help keep him safe when traversing ancient ruins and caves. Gives him a bit more defensive capabilities while allowing him access to his full maneuverability.
Weapons: Wanting to keep himself light, he only carries a Short Sword and Dagger. Light weapons that he uses to mainly deflect and parry attacks rather than attack himself.
Registered: Mar 14, 2016 10:49:17 GMT -8
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Post by Salam on Mar 27, 2016 10:37:33 GMT -8
Salam has been wandering random roads, unsure of where to go. Being tired of wandering randomly, he cursed himself for not buying a map back at the Weary Axle. Mentally exhausted, he climbed onto a roadside boulder to rest in the morning sun. During his relaxing time off, he contemplated if he should have gone with Nishida back at the Weary Axle. At least he would be moving to a goal of some sort.
As he rested, Salam began to hear sounds coming down the road. He initially mistook it for some caravan of merchants whom would probably be able to help him rach a city so he could resupply and figure out just where he was. As he got up from the boulder and scanned the horizon for the sound, his eyes nearly popped out of his skull seeing the large amount of cavalry troopers marching along the road. The lead one apparently being on a large grey steed.
He couldn't make out many details of the riders, but any help is better than no help. So he jumped off the rock and entered the middle of the road, waving his arms in an attempt to get someone to give him directions.
<For role play notes, the company approaching is lead by Madame Naoki>
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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 Mar 27, 2016 16:22:04 GMT -8
Artemis picks out Salem's figure from a distance. As he enters the road and starts trying to get their attention, her brow furrows. The attention-grabbing nature of his movements was unsettling. She'd lightened a few purses in her day, and misdirection was vital to the act. Ignoring his antics, she scans the surroundings, searching for signs of trouble, her eyes glowing lightly as she expands her sight into the magical spectrum. No magical signatures, no figures. Not an ideal spot for an ambush, but a skilled attacker could make it work, particularly one with mages. The possibility existed that his intentions were benign, but it was a significant risk.
She makes a decision, and signals the Black Tower captain with a few hand motions. The guards shift formation slightly, compressing the formation into a longer, narrower, spear-like shape, and the formation's speed picks up to a sharp canter. A guard in the front makes a shooing motion as they approach Salem, signaling him to get out of the way. The bulk of the group thunders past, dust filling the air, and continues on its way; two guards break from the formation and rein their horses to a stop next to Salem.
"What need you, traveler?" one demands in Gauldish. Should he not be understood, he repeats the question in the common tongue.
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Salam
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 25
Physical Description: Race: Kitsune
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 145lbs
Skin: Caucasian
Hair: Light Brown
Eyes: Forest Glade Green
Has ears and tail of a fox, fur being light brown same as his hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Basic clothing consists of darkened clothing that fit his figure loosely. Colours mainly consisting of browns and blacks. Has three sets of clothing, all of the same description.
Armor: Consists of Padded Leather dyed to a black colour. Meant to help keep him safe when traversing ancient ruins and caves. Gives him a bit more defensive capabilities while allowing him access to his full maneuverability.
Weapons: Wanting to keep himself light, he only carries a Short Sword and Dagger. Light weapons that he uses to mainly deflect and parry attacks rather than attack himself.
Registered: Mar 14, 2016 10:49:17 GMT -8
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Post by Salam on Mar 27, 2016 18:17:46 GMT -8
Salam moves to the side of the road once the front riders motion him to do so. His hopes soaring as he thought they might actually pause to assist him. However, as the column picks up speed and begins to pass him by, his previous hope is dashed with no sign of any of the horsemen stopping.
The shoulders slumping and his face becoming downcast once the end of the column comes in sight.
As two of the cavalrymen do break off and flank him, he brightens up quite quickly. Salam responds in Gauldish to the horseman whom spoke to him, with it being but one of many languages he tongue is able to speak. "Ah, good. I was fearing you all would have just passed me by. I am actually lost in my wanderings and was hoping to get directions to a city near here. I was dumb enough not to buy a map back at the last place I was at. Any directions you can give would be appreciated. Though a ride would be even more so." Salam does not lose his thankful, naive smile during the conversation, and keeping it on even afterwards.
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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 Mar 27, 2016 19:02:42 GMT -8
The rider gestures in the direction the group is traveling. "Follow this road and it will take you to Travere. If you turn to the east at the next crossroads, you'll be on the way to Bayonne."
Eyeing the retreating group, the two turn their horses to go. "No ride today, we're on business." With that, they spur their horses, galloping until they catch up with their party.
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Salam
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 25
Physical Description: Race: Kitsune
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 145lbs
Skin: Caucasian
Hair: Light Brown
Eyes: Forest Glade Green
Has ears and tail of a fox, fur being light brown same as his hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Basic clothing consists of darkened clothing that fit his figure loosely. Colours mainly consisting of browns and blacks. Has three sets of clothing, all of the same description.
Armor: Consists of Padded Leather dyed to a black colour. Meant to help keep him safe when traversing ancient ruins and caves. Gives him a bit more defensive capabilities while allowing him access to his full maneuverability.
Weapons: Wanting to keep himself light, he only carries a Short Sword and Dagger. Light weapons that he uses to mainly deflect and parry attacks rather than attack himself.
Registered: Mar 14, 2016 10:49:17 GMT -8
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Post by Salam on Mar 28, 2016 4:29:26 GMT -8
"Thank you very much for the directions, and good luck with your business." Salam bows to both horsemen as they depart. "Travere eh? Sounds like they are heading there for something interesting. Might as well follow their tracks." With his mind set and a destination now in mind, Salam walked with a skip in his step towards Travere.
<Exit to Travere>
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Fol-lu, Skywarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 123
Age: Pretty Dang Old
Physical Description: Fol-lu has two forms, one which is his human form. In this form, he appears as an elegant looking man standing at an even 6’0’’ with long black hair. This is only his preferred mortal form, however, and he can take others if need be.
His draconic form is is that of an enormous feathered dragon, with a gleaming golden gem (the Dragon's Tear) embedded in his forehead, just between two golden eyes. The gem radiates with magical power, granted only to the Skywarden. The Skywarden's true form is roughly 200 feet long, and it is in this form that he is most powerful. He has the ability to decrease the size of this form at will.
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Clothes and Equipment: Fol-lu wears whatever is appropriate for the situation, whether that be a garb of silken finery or a set of comfortable traveling clothes. He also wears armor in battle at times, and commonly uses a polearm of legendary qualities. The weapon’s shaft is about as long as a short spear, except it is tipped with a long single edged blade that curves upwards at the tip for increased slashing power, this weapon is commonly referred to as a glaive. His weapon and armor can be summoned at will through the use of magic, since carrying around such things are an inconvenience one with power such as Fol-lu's does not have to deal with.
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Registered: Feb 15, 2016 20:58:32 GMT -8
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Post by Fol-lu, Skywarden on Mar 28, 2016 10:41:46 GMT -8
"Hmm, where to begin?" Fol-lu stares up at the night sky momentarily, leaning back slightly as he did so. He seemed to be trying to remember all the details of himself, but in actuality he was deciding what and what not to tell her. He finally figured it did not matter what he told her, or anyone for that matter. His story would definitely seem pretty implausible to most though.
"I am actually older than most would think, I was born a very long time ago in an elvish village, before these civilizations that are around now even existed. I had a relatively normal life for a young elven boy. At the age of sixteen however I left my family to train under an ancient order of powerful magi. Turns out I had a lot of potential as a mage and I became very powerful. So, when I finally came back after my training I informed the then reigning elvish king I would be taking over the kingdom. Of course, he did not like that so I had to overthrow him. That's another long story. Any who, I eventually became emperor of my own empire for a couple thousand years before that grew tiresome and I left, took a very long vacation I suppose. Now I am back however, and my ambitions are the same as they were before. I seek to rule once again," Fol-lu's blue eyes fell on Raena then to gauge her reaction before adding, "That is also part of the reason why I seek this artifact, the Dragon's Tear."
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Efrik
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 16
Physical Description: Efrik stands roughly five foot six inches tall and weighs about 120 pounds. He is still thin for his height and build, but has filled out considerably in the past few days. Shoulder length brown hair is typically kept tied back with a piece of twine given to him by Sione, and his brown eyes are perceptive and inquisitive like a young child's.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Efrik wears simple clothes Sione purchased for him. Good quality leather boots and a long dark brown water-proofed cloak taken from a dead bandit round out his current attire.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 18:47:05 GMT -8
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Post by Efrik on Mar 28, 2016 18:02:51 GMT -8
Efrik let Sione lead him out of the inn and back onto the road. She said she knew how to get to Travere from where they were and that was good enough for him. "Do you think it will take a long time to get there," he asked. "I wonder if they'll have any places as nice as this where we can stay." He smiled at Sione, his brown eyes full of life for the first time in what was probably years.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 12:04:09 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2016 18:26:20 GMT -8
After glancing around to see if there were any present threats to Efrik's safety, Sione then began to walk, choosing the fork that led east. "It will take at least a few days. Possibly more, if the weather gets bad." Sticking close to his side, she looked over at Efrik, and was most pleased to see the life in his eyes, such a contrast to when she'd first met him. Smiling back at him, she reached over, gently patting his back. "I'm sure they do. It's quite a big city, after all."
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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 Mar 28, 2016 20:41:29 GMT -8
With their progress impeded no further, Madame Naoki’s emabssy continues along the long roads to Travére. Halfway along their journey, they take their planned pit-stop, dismounting and finding shade under a collection of large trees off to one side of the road. Naoki had prepared, as part of their travel supplies, a crate containing a varied selection of sandwich making materials from The Midnight Sun. Over the course of a half hour, as the sun begins to take center stage in the sky, they eat. However, this pause doesn’t take very long, and before long, they are back on the road with sated appetites, thundering along to complete their journey to Travére. [Exit to Travére with members of party.] |
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Spero
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 111
Age: Eternal
Physical Description: Roughly 6'2 with a 14' foot wing span. He has straight black hair that runs to mid back. His eyes are a bright shining silver, that occasionally flashes gold. He is as handsome as you would think an angel would be, though instead of the soft features his are rugged. He almost always has friendly, inviting, smile that puts others at ease.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of holy silver armor inlaid with gold. Holy spear, holy bow with quiver of holy arrows. A simple set of traveling clothes, and a back pack in which he stores his gear.
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Registered: Jan 29, 2016 14:24:06 GMT -8
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Post by Spero on Mar 31, 2016 12:51:32 GMT -8
The sun is dipping below the horizon on the seemingly endless grassy moor. It paints the clear sky a stunning rosy red. To the side of the road is a large boulder. Pulled up against it is a log. In front of the log is a merry camp fire. Sitting on the log is a man. The man is dressed in simple traveling attire. Sturdy leather pants, comfortable well worn boots, a woolen tunic, and a heavy cloak. All is clothing is an earthen brown in color nondescript and unremarkable. At first he could be mistaken for just anyone. However, if someone where to examine him closely they would notice a few things are off. First and most noticeable the man is inhumanly handsome. The kind of handsome that causes women, and some men, to do a double take. To wonder if someone that good looking really exists. In some ways it is actually rather disturbing. No normal persons face is that perfect. Still his friendly smile puts most to ease The second thing one might notice is his eyes. They are silver and flecked with gold. Even though the man could not be older than twenty, his eyes shine with a deep, unfathomable, ancient wisdom. The final thing one might notice is that he has no supplies. No bag, no horse, no tent or bedroll. Why would a traveler be so far from town with nothing? It is certainly odd. All of the mans oddities are easily explained by one simple fact: He was not a man at all. The being on the log was of course Spero a Seraphim of Hope. He stirs his little campfire with a stick, watching curiously as sparks drift into the sky. He is waiting here for he believes someone of interesting will be walking by shortly. After his talk with Naenia he had decided to speak to Samael . Curious to find how accurate his assessment of the demon had been. Spero would also offer the demon some words. What Samael would do with them, or if he would even listen to them was anyone's guess. |
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Samael
Dedicated
Evolution takes time.
Roleplay posts: 222
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: The seemingly young man before you stands at the imposing height of 5'10. There's a rich, deep complexion to his skin, and it could be considered desiresable among gossipers. However, he is not without Mara along his body, having minute scarring in various areas. It's clear by the astute that he's seen battle, and his presence is made known by the miasma of ambition that radiates off him. His body is hardened by muscle, though scouring his frame. His body is not without their imperfections, but even so, his old wounds give off the realization that he is not entirely vain.
Clothes and Equipment: Donning roguish attire, Samael can be seen cloaked in a fur jacket adorned with magical properties. Power radiates from the article of clothing, though it's easily unnoticed. Unfamiliar fabric hangs along his frame, though it seems to consistently shift about, rippling akin to water. Some say that he typically wears nothing, and dons a miasma of dark magic to cover himself appropriately. The undeniable rattling of metal emanates from him, and the source stems from a great sword that is linked together with a sinister looking chain. Both glow with dark energies at times, and it's safe to assume that they've been blessed... Or cursed by higher powers.
Player's online availability : On most of the time, most responsive in the afternoons, and evenings.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 21:24:20 GMT -8
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Post by Samael on Mar 31, 2016 14:06:59 GMT -8
Lost upon a road without any indication or vague idea of where he was going, Samael returns to his old habit of wandering. He didn't seem to care where it took him, as his mind was bogged down by the unrelenting scenes that had taken place at that waterfall. He could still hear the anguish in Naenia's voice, and yet...he took no pleasure from it. Quite the opposite, if anything, and it bothers him that he's changed so fast, and without warning. It causes concern was to whether or not he was truly changing, and he knows deep down that he can not afford to. Not when he has to slaughter a false king, and take his rightful place upon the throne of Pride. The massive greatsword upon his shoulder was disturbingly light to Samael, whom had grown accustomed to it over-time. He could swing it just as fast as any smaller blade, though natural physics still applied.
He begins to slow however, as his eyes shift to the sky. It was getting quite late, and the darkness was soon approaching. Even for his standards, he preferred not to wander around at night, due to losing his already askew bearings. Off in the distance, he can spot an encampment, his eyes gently lid and he begins his trek to investigate. The fire attracts him like a moth to a literal open flame, and as he gets near, he can tell something felt....wrong.
Everything within his corrupt body could feel the familiarity of something indistinct in the air, and his onyx hues bear down upon this handsome figure with nothing but disdain. He didn't recognize this one, but he could tell what he was, and his grip upon his great-sword intensifies audibly.
"....What the hell do you want?" He inquires, his voice already radiating hostility...had Naenia told what happened, and was he about to be hunted down by Angel's now? It was difficult to say, but he cast the thought out of his head. She would not resort to something nefarious such as that. But that doesn't change his attitude toward this stranger.
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Spero
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 111
Age: Eternal
Physical Description: Roughly 6'2 with a 14' foot wing span. He has straight black hair that runs to mid back. His eyes are a bright shining silver, that occasionally flashes gold. He is as handsome as you would think an angel would be, though instead of the soft features his are rugged. He almost always has friendly, inviting, smile that puts others at ease.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of holy silver armor inlaid with gold. Holy spear, holy bow with quiver of holy arrows. A simple set of traveling clothes, and a back pack in which he stores his gear.
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Registered: Jan 29, 2016 14:24:06 GMT -8
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Post by Spero on Mar 31, 2016 14:30:44 GMT -8
"What the hell do I want? That's actually a funny way to put it when you think about it."
Spero chuckles and gives Samael a friendly grin. He raises his hands which are empty save the stick. Indicating that he has no hostile intentions. Of course it was entirely possible that the demon had hostile intentions. Still it wasn't in his nature to throw the first blow. It always struck him as rather odd that many of his brethren were so eager to do so. The angel scoots over to the far end of the log. He gestures indicating Samael should take the other. The seraphim waits for the demon to sit or to decline. Once Samael makes his choice he speaks again.
"For a demon you have quite a bit of inner turmoil. That is rare and very dangerous for one such as you. Uncertainty, questions, hesitancy, these things often lead to death for your kind. What do I want? I want to help you settle your mind and your path. Let me preempt your next question. I am not just doing this for you. I am doing it for her. I have no intent to change you. I have no intent to offer you advice. What I would like to do is ask you a few questions. May I do so?"
The angel turns his attention away from the demon as he waits for a response. Once again he stirs the embers. Watching with almost childlike fascination as the sparks rise. Spero seems almost defenseless. Samael may be tempted to try and take his life. After all the demon has a great sword and all the angel has is a stick.
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Samael
Dedicated
Evolution takes time.
Roleplay posts: 222
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: The seemingly young man before you stands at the imposing height of 5'10. There's a rich, deep complexion to his skin, and it could be considered desiresable among gossipers. However, he is not without Mara along his body, having minute scarring in various areas. It's clear by the astute that he's seen battle, and his presence is made known by the miasma of ambition that radiates off him. His body is hardened by muscle, though scouring his frame. His body is not without their imperfections, but even so, his old wounds give off the realization that he is not entirely vain.
Clothes and Equipment: Donning roguish attire, Samael can be seen cloaked in a fur jacket adorned with magical properties. Power radiates from the article of clothing, though it's easily unnoticed. Unfamiliar fabric hangs along his frame, though it seems to consistently shift about, rippling akin to water. Some say that he typically wears nothing, and dons a miasma of dark magic to cover himself appropriately. The undeniable rattling of metal emanates from him, and the source stems from a great sword that is linked together with a sinister looking chain. Both glow with dark energies at times, and it's safe to assume that they've been blessed... Or cursed by higher powers.
Player's online availability : On most of the time, most responsive in the afternoons, and evenings.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 21:24:20 GMT -8
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Post by Samael on Mar 31, 2016 15:08:07 GMT -8
Something within Samael strains at the seams as his eyes flick to a blackened hue, the whites of his pupils dissipating as his entire body tenses up. Within a moment, he shoots forward, a violent eruption of earthen material surfacing beneath him as his massive great-sword is swung with enough strength to cleave a man asunder. Of course, it might prove to be far more difficult with this guy, but Samael wasn't going to idly sit by when his anger was invoked. The weapon scoured the air with an almost sinister energy, a harsh purple aura suffusing around the Demon's body as he closed the gap in moments. The swing was done with one arm, though the other was already bared into a preemptive fist. Whether he struck Spero or not, he'd seek his answers.
"If you've harmed her, I'll eviscerate you, you angelic prick!!!! Don't you dare involve her, if you have a problem, take it up with me, or I'll slaughter every Angel I see!" He roars out, the nearby fire beginning to simmer into a dark blue hue as the area illuminates with an almost ghostly vibe. The words of Spero bother Samael deep down, but he would not be looked down upon...not by an individual whom had just appeared before him, and mentioned one of the only people that he would not wish to see harmed, or hear so.
Defenseless or not, Samael would not tolerate harm directed in Naenia's way, and its an almost blinding, searing-hot anger that erupts to ensure she would remain safe.
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Spero
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 111
Age: Eternal
Physical Description: Roughly 6'2 with a 14' foot wing span. He has straight black hair that runs to mid back. His eyes are a bright shining silver, that occasionally flashes gold. He is as handsome as you would think an angel would be, though instead of the soft features his are rugged. He almost always has friendly, inviting, smile that puts others at ease.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of holy silver armor inlaid with gold. Holy spear, holy bow with quiver of holy arrows. A simple set of traveling clothes, and a back pack in which he stores his gear.
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Registered: Jan 29, 2016 14:24:06 GMT -8
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Post by Spero on Mar 31, 2016 15:22:03 GMT -8
The stick comes up in a blinding arc and blocks the great sword. Only it is no longer a stick, it is a flaming khopesh. The weapon hums with holy power sending ripples of energy through the air. A matching buckler is on his arms. Spero Keeps his sword locked with Samael's and the angel rises to his feet. As he does he changes, his wings unfurl, his silver armor materializes, and his divine aura radiates out unrestrained. There is no longer any chance of mistaking him for anything other than what he is. He is Seraphim the highest choir of angel. A light against all darkness, wielding a sword of righteous fire, and clad in holy armor. He begins to draw holy power within himself. Preparing to cast should the demon prove unreasonable.
"You are worried for her why? She is an angel, she should mean nothing to you. It's not as though you wish to possess her. We both know she would never fall for you. We both know that her existence weakens you. Yet you seemed concerned. Shouldn't you be happy? If I have dealt with her you are free of her influence. Shouldn't that make you happy?"
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Samael
Dedicated
Evolution takes time.
Roleplay posts: 222
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: The seemingly young man before you stands at the imposing height of 5'10. There's a rich, deep complexion to his skin, and it could be considered desiresable among gossipers. However, he is not without Mara along his body, having minute scarring in various areas. It's clear by the astute that he's seen battle, and his presence is made known by the miasma of ambition that radiates off him. His body is hardened by muscle, though scouring his frame. His body is not without their imperfections, but even so, his old wounds give off the realization that he is not entirely vain.
Clothes and Equipment: Donning roguish attire, Samael can be seen cloaked in a fur jacket adorned with magical properties. Power radiates from the article of clothing, though it's easily unnoticed. Unfamiliar fabric hangs along his frame, though it seems to consistently shift about, rippling akin to water. Some say that he typically wears nothing, and dons a miasma of dark magic to cover himself appropriately. The undeniable rattling of metal emanates from him, and the source stems from a great sword that is linked together with a sinister looking chain. Both glow with dark energies at times, and it's safe to assume that they've been blessed... Or cursed by higher powers.
Player's online availability : On most of the time, most responsive in the afternoons, and evenings.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 21:24:20 GMT -8
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Post by Samael on Mar 31, 2016 15:47:14 GMT -8
The clash had come to a surprise to Samael, though the transition into the holy figure that stood before him not only hurt his eyes, but scalded his very being. Gentle wisps of smoke ebb off Samael, though it quickly fades as he grits his teeth, feet brutally digging into the ground with unrestrained anger. The words that were uttered next drove a stake through his heart, and he found himself locked in combat with an Angel of the more higher order.
If he dealt with her...? No...No, no, no, no, no, NO. NO!
Samael's head goes blank for only but a moment, before his already gathering demonic energy explodes. It was unlike any previous expulsion of his power, as he completely gives into the darker urges that threatened to bog his mind down into a state of potential harm. His typically blue veins quickly began to sift into a blackened coloration, the muscles along his body becoming slightly more pronounced as translucent, foreboding wings erupt from his back. They appeared to be wisps of smoke and shadow, yet it was clearly manifesting as he pushed deeper. Samael's anger erupted into a whole new realm, that of which he didn't care if he came back to or not.
"You....You TOOK HER FROM ME?! I never wanted to see her in pain, and you have the AUDACITY to HARM HER?!" He roars out, his voice melding into an alarming dual-tone. It was if two people were talking in an under-lay fashion and the great- sword within his grasp expels foul, corrupt magic. The terrain shatters beneath Samael as he releases the inter-locked weapons, delving for a earth-rending swipe of his blade, in order to break through this Angel's defenses.
Perhaps he was out-matched, but did it matter? The one thing he felt he could suffer without was lost to him forever, and that drove him into a state of unexplained fury. The nearby fire had erupted into a full on inferno, splattering along the grass and dirt roads as Samael bared his teeth, trembling with both rage, and racking sorrow.
His heart, however black it was, screamed for her return...but she was gone, from the sound of things.
"I'll DESTROY YOU!!!!"
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