Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Feb 26, 2016 5:40:49 GMT -8
Taking advantage of the man's dazed state, she clocks him firmly in the side of the head. Once satisfied he is unconscious, she has the grass tie him up. That down, she checks on her mice. Some are fleeing in terror, she gets flashes of the manic demon. She opts to chase down one of the other men. Once again drawing on the earth for speed, she takes off. Roy runs up to where Vera way, and sees the tied-up kidnapper. "Oh...looks like she's got everything under control, then." He runs after a different kidnapper, doing a sort of awkward shuffle to keep himself under the umbrella. "Hey! You! Stop!" |
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Lutin Cartel
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Physical Description: Elin: http://i.imgur.com/GcvE4CS.png
Jimmie Eclair: http://i.imgur.com/F0dlyzr.jpg
Registered: Dec 11, 2015 14:21:53 GMT -8
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Post by Lutin Cartel on Feb 26, 2016 6:18:20 GMT -8
Maelik, in his dazed state, manages to catch two goons and a rather shapely tree. The tree's curves just seem to feel just right as Maelik uproots it and hauls it to the judging stand. He would not realize that it wasn't human until he puts it down next to the other humans. The nabbed goons squirm in terror as Maelik grins at them. Meanwhile, the goon Vera tied up lies unconscious, and the Druid quickly manages to catch up to another.
"Go away! This is none of your business!"
He pulls out a punch of vanishing powder and sprinkles it over himself and the judge, disappearing instantly. Vera might see the grass squish under his feet as he runs.
Meanwhile, Roy catches up to his own target and gets slapped across the face. Hard. With a blackjack. The poor vampire reels, clutching his face for a moment before realizing that the blackjack didn't hurt him at all. He pounces on the kidnapper, pinning him to the ground, then realizes that he has no idea what to do next. So he sits there, holding the goon down and looking rather like a dog who's caught a carriage but doesn't know what to do with it.
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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 Feb 26, 2016 11:24:29 GMT -8
With a laser-like focus and the decisiveness of a five star general, Gavin proceeded to the final objective in his mission. His little feet marched with a gravitas beyond his years, and after several paces he had arrived at the booth his innate half-elven instincts drew him towards:
The archery game.
He took a passing glance at most of the stuffed animals. None of them were worthy of his guardian's collection, save for one. He slowly raised his hand and pointed at it. He narrowed his little eyes.
The giant green turtle would be his!
He picked up a bow and arrow. The arrows were of course merely suction cups, but they would serve his purposes. There were several targets moving back and forth on three rows of rails. Surprisingly, he held the bow with proper form without any instruction. He looked at the giant score guide and inferred the yellow duckies were worth the most points. He picked up an arrow, set it carefully on the string, and drew the bow.
*Shew!* *POP*
The first arrow was a hit.
*Shew!* *POP*
The second arrow hit another duck.
*Shew!* *POP*
The third arrow was a hit.
He looked up at the carnie's increasingly nervous glance and gave a sardonic grin. No tall man, there was no stopping the child's quest. Any hope of allowing the child to settle for a novelty plastic war hammer was to be silenced at this very moment. The rubber duckie would meet its final doom and be struck down here and now!
*Shew!* *POP*
The fourth arrow was a hit!
And so, his quest was a success. The three legendary beasts of the Travere carnival were now in his possession.
"I did it! I did it! I did it! I did it! I did it! I did it!" He would go on like this for a while.
"I did it! I did it! I did it! I did it! I did it! I did it! I-" He took a deep breath.
"I did it! I did it! I did it! I did it! I did it! I did 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 Feb 26, 2016 14:22:41 GMT -8
Edward takes the stuffed dog carefully, he noted that Reuna was flushed. Oh dear, that was unexpected. Her embarrassment provoked a similar reaction in him, because of course it did. Things were rapidly heading in a complicated direction, and he couldn't even use time sight, to guide him.
"Thank you Reuna."
Fortunately, Gavin began to move before he had to think of anything else to say. His son chose a game of archery, and proceeded to totally shock Edward. How had Gavin learned to shoot a bow? Thoughts and theories begin to float through Echoes's head, which he quickly waves away. Those kinds of thoughts were dangerous. No matter what Gavin was his son, that was the only thing that mattered. As his son celebrated he dealt with the turtle, sending it to Reuna's room. The dog though was another matter, staring at it he wonder aloud.
"What to do with you?"
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183 
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Feb 26, 2016 14:27:08 GMT -8
Vera can not only see the grass squishing, with a bit of magic she can feel it. Then with another pulse of magic, she sends grass growing up around the source of the squishing. That done she performs another dive tackle.
"You guys keep saying that, like I am just going to stop. Seriously, does that every work on anyone?"
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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 Feb 26, 2016 14:49:45 GMT -8
Reuna very carefully did not look at Edward as they followed Gavin to the next stand. She watched with a small amount of amazement, and was more than a little impressed, to see him handle the archery so effectively. Laughing at his exuberance, she reached out and ruffled his hair. "So you did, little prince. That was very well done! We may need to see about getting you your own bow, so that you can foster this talent of yours. Such a gift shouldn't go to waste."
Glancing toward Echoes as he puzzled over what to do with the dog, she hesitated, then moved closer, placing her fingertips lightly atop his shoulder. Her voice lowered slightly, words for his ears alone. "Perhaps you should simply keep it at my tower until such time as you acquire a home of your own. It would be quite safe in my study, for the time being." She smiled up at him, although it was a bit strained around the edges. Things were becoming.. odd between them, and she wasn't sure she liked it. Not one bit.
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Feb 27, 2016 9:35:32 GMT -8
Be it a tree or a man it mattered little the the demon, his embrace would sort them out nonetheless! With a great scooping motion he'd wrap not only the two thugs but also that misbegotten tree in his arms and began to constrict.
"If I squeeze hard enough I bet I can make the sparkly juice come out, are you ready boys?"
With that his wings would fold over himself and cut off the light of the outside world, leaving only Maelik, the miscreants and the tree in a little bubble of darkness and pain as his deadly snuggle tightened ever more.
Within moments it would escalate from uncomfortable, to suffocating, and then to agonizing, the sound of the tree splintering and snapping was probably not a good sign.
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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 Feb 27, 2016 17:03:49 GMT -8
Gavin was utterly unaware of the complex and sophisticated grown-up emotional problems that the two adults were experiencing. All he knew was that his plan had come to fruition, and that he and his family would enjoy the spoils.
"Maybe the animals can be a family, just like us!"
He then walked over to Echoes and tugged on his pants. "Daddy, I'm hungry. Can we sit down and eat somewhere?"
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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 Feb 27, 2016 17:29:27 GMT -8
Edward froze, his boy had just said something with weight, far beyond what the child understood. He darts a quick eye in Reuna's direction, trying to gauge it, before Gavin comes to him. Edward scoops up his boy in his arms, and smiles.
"Of course! Let us find the finest fair food available!"
This was probably the best course, for the moment pretend nothing had been said. Odd not knowing for sure, but you must sacrifice for love. It doesn't take long to find an out door eating area. The tables are surrounded with stalls, selling all kinds of fried and barbecued foods.
"What does everyone want to eat?"
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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 Feb 27, 2016 17:59:10 GMT -8
'..a family, just like us!' Those words stopped Reuna dead, and all the air fled her lungs. She'd had the same thought last night, and it was just as uncomfortable now hearing it from Gavin's mouth. She stood there, struggling valiantly to keep her distress from showing on her face. Gavin was hungry, and this was a perfect excuse for her to be.. not there. She just.. she just couldn't right now.
"You two.." Karrik cawed and fluttered down to rest on Edward's shoulder, clearly indicating that he was intending to accompany the two males. "..very well then, you three.. go on ahead, I will.. I will be there momentarily. I need.. I.. just.. excuse me." The normally composed Reuna stammered and tripped over her words, then turned and rushed away. Pretty much anywhere but there, at the moment.
Finding a large tent that seemed to house some kind of attraction - from the gasps inside it sounded like a collection of horrors and oddities - she moved around to the far side, where she couldn't be seen easily, and placed her hand over her mouth, her other arm crossing over her stomach, trying to wrangle with the mixture of anxiety-caused nausea and the bizarre feeling of.. hope. She'd always wanted a family. But did she want this family? Did she want a son who wasn't hers and the father that didn't love her that came with it? Gavin had slipped and called her his mother the night before. Did he expect his father and the woman he had accidentally claimed as mother to be together when there was no love, to expect siblings when there was no emotion?
Her head shook vigorously as her hand clamped tighter over her mouth. She couldn't do that. Not to Gavin, not to Echoes, and not to herself. She wasn't even sure she could love anymore. It felt like the loss of Crulamin had ripped any such thing from her. Her eyes clenched shut as she stifled the urge to weep. Why was this happening to her...
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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 Feb 27, 2016 18:53:03 GMT -8
"I want cotton candy and chocolate and hot dogs and popcorn and soda and french friends... and hot dogs and pop corn..."
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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 Feb 27, 2016 19:09:43 GMT -8
Edward smiles and nods along with his son. Reuna had run, this could be bad this could be very, very bad. It appears as though the talk would come sooner, rather than later. Odd that a time mage couldn't get more time when he needed it. Well actually that wasn't strictly true. Ruffling his sons hair, Echoes takes one step behind his son and freezes time. Well actually that was inaccurate, he had actually stepped out of time. Time was still moving at the same speed, he was just no longer in the moment. Removing his glasses he looks around for a moment. Ah, there she was. Placing them back on his nose, he finds her tucked away in the back of the horror attraction. He hunches down, getting eye level with her. Then he reaches out placing a hand on her shoulder, and pulls her out of time. To Reuna, it would be an odd sensation a sudden jerk, then everything going silent and Echoes staring her in the face.
"Reuna, if it is all right with you, I would like to have a talk."
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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 Feb 27, 2016 19:34:25 GMT -8
Reuna jumped at a sudden odd sensation, as though something had just grasped her very being in a fist and pulled. And even more startling was the fact that Echoes seemed to have appeared out of nowhere in front of her. Lowering her hand, she folded both arms over her abdomen, trying very hard to pretend the gesture wasn't as defensive as it really was. Forcing a smile onto her lips, she fixed her gaze on a point just to the side of Edward's head. "Certainly, Echoes, what can I do for you?"
..Wait, where was Gavin? She looked around, and realized that everything was wrapped in an unearthly quiet. Her eyes widened. He'd pulled them outside time? Now her gaze fell to his, and those violet hues narrowed in suspicion. She had the sudden suspicion that she wasn't going to like what he had to say.
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Nameless Samurai
Dedicated
Stars are like friends. Not always seen, but always there.
Roleplay posts: 235
Age: 19
Physical Description: Lean, muscular, Wiry.
Has deep blue eyes, from his mother's side.
Has messy golden blonde hair.
Has a scar going diagonally across his face stating at above his right eyebrow down to his left cheek.
Clothes and Equipment: Normally: Green and black traveling clothes, wooden clogs, and a straw conical hat. He always keeps his pure white katana and wakizashi, to show his status as a samurai, and a red and black katana on his left hip.
Preparing for a battle: He has a green cuirass (do) with black trimmings as well as the helmet (kabuto) shaped to be a conical hat, the face mask (menpo), the armoured sleeves (kote), the greaves (suneate), the cuisses (haidate), and the shoulder guards (sode) all the same color and trimmings.
He has multiple other weapons stored in a personal pocket dimension.
One of which is his double bladed black scythe that has the standard long curved blade and a shorter one curving up under it with a space of a body between them.
A long bow
A short bow
About a hundred arrows
Throwing knives(Kunai)
Throwing stars (shuriken)
A few black eggs
A spiked chain
Sickles
Naginata
Rope
A red and black wakizashi
Registered: May 27, 2015 19:21:33 GMT -8
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Post by Nameless Samurai on Feb 27, 2016 19:43:59 GMT -8
After leaving the academy, he walked around the city for a bit. He sighed and looked around, putting his hands behind his head and looked up at the sky. After a bit, he sighed and looked around. He found the fair ground and decides to explore the place for a bit and look at the games and ride. It has been a while since he had gone to one of these things after all.
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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 Feb 27, 2016 20:53:40 GMT -8
Edward lets out a long slow sigh. He lifts his glasses off the bridge of his nose, so he can rub it. He licks his lips, fidgets, removes his hand from Reuna's shoulder, drum his fingers on his knees. Finally he exhales slowly, and begins to speak.
"When we first met, I told you I knew we would be friends. There were two reasons for this. One you are already aware of, time sight. The other is the one I have been thinking about recently. When we met, we were two people for whom time had stopped. Not in the literal sense, but rather we were both hurt so deeply it seemed pointless to go on. Yet we still did, we got up every day, and lived our dull shallow lives. Our minds constantly dwelling on what he lost. We couldn't bring ourselves to quit, we are survivors, but neither were we truly happy. I personally chose to live in a daze. I tackled every topic that took my whimsy, I acted like an addle brained imbecile, anything to avoid facing my despair."
Again he shifts uncomfortably.
"As you are aware thing have changed for me. I got my son back, time has started back up for me. I have hope again, hope that I can live, not just exist. As you are aware Gavin has said some rather, odd things regarding our relationship. As a result of those things, I have taken some time to examine my emotions. Emotions which I either ignored, or was oblivious to previously. This will be hard to say, and I suspect it will be hard for you to hear. I originally planned to wait, I've took substantial time to mull this over, and I hoped to give you the same benefit. I think now though, this was not the best choice."
Edward, looks from side to side, and adjusts his glasses.
"The inherent question I faced, was whether I had a desire to... Court you, only because I want Gavin to have a mother. If that was the case I would never attempt it. You are my friend, and that would be a terrible thing to do to you. So while I made my glasses, I thought about it long and hard. Benefit of time magic, a single night to you was several days to me. Reu, I didn't invite you to join into the ritual. At the time, I told myself that it was because I had more than enough power to complete it. Here is the thing though, if it had failed I would have unraveled. Literally I would have ceased to be, I am held together by will power alone, literally. If I lost hope again, I wouldn't have been able to take it."
Another bout of awkwardness, this next part was going to be the hardest.
"I didn't acknowledge it at the time, but the real reason I didn't invite you, was because I didn't want you to see that. I didn't want to add that to your pain. With the benefit of hindsight, it is obvious that you would have rather been there. Finding out second hand what happened, would have been far worse. Still people tend to do irrational things when they are in love."
He let's that hang for just a moment. Before she can respond he pushes ahead.
"I know that is probably not something you want to hear from me. I cannot pin point exactly when it happened, time magic makes such things blurry. You are kind, loving, compassionate, and you give so freely of yourself. You carry your pain, without letting it make you bitter, you try to greet those you meet with a smile, so as to not burden them. You are among the best people I have ever known, and I do not say that lightly."
Edward lets out a long slow sigh.
"I do not need an answer. Not now, not ever, even if I may want one. If it is easiest for you, we can pretend it never happened. I will eventually move out with Gavin, and though you can continue to see him, I will try to avoid you. If you think we can still be friends, I would like to help you move on anyway I can. You deserve what I have, you deserve to live, not just exist. You deserve a reason to get up in the morning, I would be willing to help you find that, even if that reason can't be me."
Edward, sits down then his knees finally giving way. That counted among the hardest things he had, to do in his life.
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Nameless Samurai
Dedicated
Stars are like friends. Not always seen, but always there.
Roleplay posts: 235
Age: 19
Physical Description: Lean, muscular, Wiry.
Has deep blue eyes, from his mother's side.
Has messy golden blonde hair.
Has a scar going diagonally across his face stating at above his right eyebrow down to his left cheek.
Clothes and Equipment: Normally: Green and black traveling clothes, wooden clogs, and a straw conical hat. He always keeps his pure white katana and wakizashi, to show his status as a samurai, and a red and black katana on his left hip.
Preparing for a battle: He has a green cuirass (do) with black trimmings as well as the helmet (kabuto) shaped to be a conical hat, the face mask (menpo), the armoured sleeves (kote), the greaves (suneate), the cuisses (haidate), and the shoulder guards (sode) all the same color and trimmings.
He has multiple other weapons stored in a personal pocket dimension.
One of which is his double bladed black scythe that has the standard long curved blade and a shorter one curving up under it with a space of a body between them.
A long bow
A short bow
About a hundred arrows
Throwing knives(Kunai)
Throwing stars (shuriken)
A few black eggs
A spiked chain
Sickles
Naginata
Rope
A red and black wakizashi
Registered: May 27, 2015 19:21:33 GMT -8
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Post by Nameless Samurai on Feb 27, 2016 21:54:55 GMT -8
After a while, of gaining prizes and giving them away because he had no need for them, he saw echoes talking to woman and teen that looks similar to Echoes. After watching them a bit and saw that he went to one knee for her, he couldn't help but smile just a little bit. After that, he was tempted to leave then, but the curiosity of the woman's reaction interested him and would help with how he would start things off with his new professor tomorrow night.
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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 Feb 27, 2016 22:09:25 GMT -8
His physical responses were not making her feel any better, and Reuna unconsciously hugged herself tighter, trying to steel herself against whatever it was Edward had to say. He spoke of the two of them, their similarities, their pain, their drive to survive and.. little else. And that he had gotten his son back. Reuna was.. very confused. Until he mentioned emotions. The direction of this discussion became readily apparent, and before Reuna could blink, the word 'courting' came out of his mouth, making all the blood drain from her already pale features.
Court her? Edward was seriously considering.. courting her. Her. She who had once been called the Black-Hearted Sorceress of Kehl-Nari. And even worse, simply because he thought Gavin should have a mother. Or.. not? He had rejected that idea? Why? Was she not good enough? Why did she even care? ..He called her Reu. No one had shortened her name that way since... And it had been years now, since she'd seen him... But that didn't make her heart clench nearly as much as hearing that had Edward failed to restore his son, he would've.. ceased to be. Disappeared. Gone from her life. Her coworker, her friend, her.. her... What was he to her? She didn't know. He wasn't helping her understand, either. He didn't want her to see him come undone at the seams.. why?
The why became apparent with a single phrase. 'Still people tend to do irrational things when they are in love.' The breath strangled in her throat, and she felt her eyes fill with tears. Echoes.. claimed to love her? How could he? She was.. so closed off, even to him, he who had become her only friend, her best friend.. she had never told him verbally about her lost lover, the Tiefling who'd held her heart.. at least, not.. now. Had she told him one day, in some future timeline? Had she trusted him enough to open up and spill the story of her capture, her abuse, her violation, and the kind-hearted monk who had bandaged the wounds of her heart and soul? She had never told her story to anyone but Crulamin, and she had never told anyone about Crulamin himself, and what he had done for her. But Echoes knew, so didn't that mean something?
It was true, she didn't want to hear that he loved her. She didn't want to hear that at all. But something inside her needed to hear it. To hear that someone saw her, her flaws, her scars (She knew he'd seen them, how could he have missed them during their talks, and even just that morning?), her struggle, her pain, her tendency to withdraw.. and yet.. loved her anyway. And would still be her friend, if she couldn't love him back. Thought she deserved a reason to be happy, to actually live, rather than force herself to get up and face each day in loneliness and misery. The fractured pieces of her heart shifted, and a few drifted back into place. She watched as he sat on the ground, her mind whirling.
For several very long moments that probably felt like an eternity to poor Edward, Reuna only stood there, staring down at him in silence. Then, slowly, she moved. Her arms unfolded, and she stepped closer to him, sinking down to rest on her knees in front of him. A slender hand with glinting silver rings reached out, the tips of her fingers touching the underside of his chin and tilting his face up, bringing his blue eyes to meet her violet ones. They shifted with tumultuous emotions, constantly fluctuating between hope, fear, affection, and uncertainty, all under a glassy sheen of tears that refused to fall. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out; so she closed it, took a deep breath, and tried again, a voice thick with emotion slowly tumbling out.
"..A man once said to me that he could see the pain I had suffered the first time he saw me, even from a distance, and that beneath it there lay a heart which wanted no love, refused to even consider it, and yet needed it all the more for those very reasons. He has left my life, as you know, and all the healing which he had given to my heart has since been mostly undone." Echoes didn't want to hear about her former lover, no doubt, but there was a point to this, and she refused to let him stop her or push her away. "I am not a happy woman. Not anymore. But if Crulamin taught me anything, it is that sometimes, what one doesn't want is, in the end, precisely what they need."
Her hand descended from his chin, reaching down to corral both of his and encase them between her palms, fingers curled almost entreatingly about the appendages clasped in the encircling tremulous barrier. "I will not say that I love you, Edward, or that I ever would for certain. But I once said the same thing to a man who cared little for such protestations, and pursued me anyway. Perhaps there is a lesson to be learned from that." She hesitated, swallowed with some difficulty, and then continued, clearly hesitant and unsure of herself. "..If you wish to court me, I will not stop you. Perhaps you can heal a heart that I believe is beyond repair. I make no assurances, except that I will.. try to live, and shed the sorrows of my past."
Finally, she managed to offer him a wavering smile, as a single tear escaped and slid down her cheek. "I cannot promise you my heart, Echoes, but I also cannot say that it will one day not be yours." Did he understand? She hoped he did. That was the most encouragement she could bear to give him. Was it enough?
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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 Feb 27, 2016 22:32:29 GMT -8
Edward listens to Reuna, he keeps eye averted. It had been a very long time, since he had even considered talking to a woman. He had confessed a desire to court, and now he felt uncomfortable. Dammit he was too old to feel like a school boy with a crush. Then she is lifting his face to his, and she says what she needs to say. Much of what she says is known to him. The tragedy of his old self, was too much knowledge. He had slipped a few times, revealing how much he knew. Mentioning her past love, using her nick name. Though her last words bring a small smile to Edward's face.
"It is more than I hoped for. I would like for us both to return to Gavin. If you would rather go home I understand. If you need time to collect yourself, I will give it to you. We can remain here for as long as you need."
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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 Feb 27, 2016 22:57:19 GMT -8
Relief suffused her at his words, and she slowly let go of his hands. ..Well, all of them but one. That one, she kept, and shifted her grip so that her fingers slid between his, two sets of digits lacing hesitantly. The smile she gave him was painted with uncertainty, her free hand rising to wipe the lingering remnants of that lone tear from her face. "Well.. you mean to court me, yes? Perhaps.. we should begin as we mean to go along. Let this be the start of our.. little adventure."
This would be their first 'date', as it were, or so she was suggesting. True, Gavin was there, but she accepted the boy - okay, in truth, she was really quite fond of him, adored him or very near - so why should that stop them? They would just have to explain that nothing was permanent, they were simply.. seeing if it might work. Hopefully he wouldn't make it more awkward by calling her mother again...
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Nameless Samurai
Dedicated
Stars are like friends. Not always seen, but always there.
Roleplay posts: 235
Age: 19
Physical Description: Lean, muscular, Wiry.
Has deep blue eyes, from his mother's side.
Has messy golden blonde hair.
Has a scar going diagonally across his face stating at above his right eyebrow down to his left cheek.
Clothes and Equipment: Normally: Green and black traveling clothes, wooden clogs, and a straw conical hat. He always keeps his pure white katana and wakizashi, to show his status as a samurai, and a red and black katana on his left hip.
Preparing for a battle: He has a green cuirass (do) with black trimmings as well as the helmet (kabuto) shaped to be a conical hat, the face mask (menpo), the armoured sleeves (kote), the greaves (suneate), the cuisses (haidate), and the shoulder guards (sode) all the same color and trimmings.
He has multiple other weapons stored in a personal pocket dimension.
One of which is his double bladed black scythe that has the standard long curved blade and a shorter one curving up under it with a space of a body between them.
A long bow
A short bow
About a hundred arrows
Throwing knives(Kunai)
Throwing stars (shuriken)
A few black eggs
A spiked chain
Sickles
Naginata
Rope
A red and black wakizashi
Registered: May 27, 2015 19:21:33 GMT -8
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Post by Nameless Samurai on Feb 27, 2016 23:22:24 GMT -8
He watched from afar and saw the end results of it all. His smile grew and he looked towarss the sky again, watching the clouds pass by. He was happy, though he knew very little about the man or woman, everything deserves to have love in their life and he was happy that they were able to find that with themselves. He sighed and walking out of the fair grounds, time to explore the rest of this place.
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