Maes
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Roleplay posts: 40 
Age: 23
Physical Description: Maes is human, and stands at five feet and eight inches, all parts frail and spindly. His skin is a shade of alabaster so pale that dark veins and bright arteries can be seen beneath, sometimes appearing to crawl beneath the flesh of their own volition. His eyes seem the color of a worn road stone, grey and lifeless. Lusterless black hair, several inches too long, dangles from his white scalp in uneven cuts. Despite his graven appearance, no mark of exertion, be it sweat or road-dust, seem to settle on him.
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Clothes and Equipment: Dark, frayed robes hang from Maes's gaunt frame, as though someone had thrown a bed linen over a wrought iron fence. A jagged looking medallion of opaque white crystal clings to the dark cloth as though the chain on which it dangles is only decoration. In stark contrast, his boots look nearly immaculate, evidence perhaps of a past life of luxury, or merely an opportune acquisition from one who enjoyed it.
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Registered: Feb 20, 2016 17:23:10 GMT -8
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Post by Maes on Feb 21, 2016 14:52:16 GMT -8
Maes stumbled out of the door into the alley, clutching the wound in his side. As he slumped against the side of a building, he marveled at his consciousness. Even now the pain was ebbing, the ichor stain on his once cut robes flaking off and falling away. It was the first time he had been stabbed, and it wasn't an enjoyable experience. In the moment, he had fully expected to die, but instead, the attacker had been flung away, as though a great hand had interceded, tossing the man away like an irritating insect.
Several minutes later, Maes picked himself up and shook the alley grime from his robe. Again his quarry had escaped, like a whisp of smoke through a cracked window, leaving the bodies of his men in his place. Maes stepped back into the room, an oil lamp hanging from the ceiling, flickering to itself as though nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. These men, these brigands, cutthroats, and thieves deserved their end, no doubt, but more importantly, they wouldn't be needing whatever ill-gotten valuables they had accumulated. Maes relieved the corpses of their prizes.
He had tracked the leader of these murderous cretins through three cities already, leaving their bodies in his wake. Surely this man must run out of hiding holes soon. Maes would not rest until he avenged his friends, his teachers, his parents. The comfort of knowing his hunt would one day end was all that kept him going most days. After that, the void, or whatever mysterious entity had given him the powers he used to exact justice, could take him for all he cared.
Maes stepped back into the alley and looked up at the sky. The sun, somewhat obscured by foundry and pitch smoke, did its best to draw the shadows away from the alley. Maes was thankful for the smoke as shadows now gave him some sort of undeniable comfort. Best to put some distance between the scene and himself though, he thought. Someone may have heard the yelling, and dealing with law bringers would not be a welcome distraction.
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Maes
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 23
Physical Description: Maes is human, and stands at five feet and eight inches, all parts frail and spindly. His skin is a shade of alabaster so pale that dark veins and bright arteries can be seen beneath, sometimes appearing to crawl beneath the flesh of their own volition. His eyes seem the color of a worn road stone, grey and lifeless. Lusterless black hair, several inches too long, dangles from his white scalp in uneven cuts. Despite his graven appearance, no mark of exertion, be it sweat or road-dust, seem to settle on him.
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Clothes and Equipment: Dark, frayed robes hang from Maes's gaunt frame, as though someone had thrown a bed linen over a wrought iron fence. A jagged looking medallion of opaque white crystal clings to the dark cloth as though the chain on which it dangles is only decoration. In stark contrast, his boots look nearly immaculate, evidence perhaps of a past life of luxury, or merely an opportune acquisition from one who enjoyed it.
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Registered: Feb 20, 2016 17:23:10 GMT -8
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Post by Maes on Feb 25, 2016 18:59:46 GMT -8
Green vaporous tendrils started to form around a point on the ground, eventually coalescing into a pool. The form of Maes grew up out of the pool until he resolved into reality.
Well, that was entirely new. It had to be whatever being that had traded him his life that had saved him. He looked around, cognizant of the alley, the place where had earlier in the week almost caught up to Regadar. And now he knew that Regadar worked for a group of people with few to no scruples. He also knew that Regadar was still in Bayonne.
He was becoming dimly aware of the pain in his forearms and shins and looked down to see charred flesh marring the pale alabaster of his skin. That wasn't going to be enjoyable when the numbness wore off. Fortunately, it seemed like the melted flesh was already repairing itself. Whatever powers the voice had given him, supernatural healing was definitely the one that put the icing on the tart.
Still, whatever this Godmother and her associates had over Regadar, it seemed trivial to him. If they stood in the way of his vengeance, and if they were responsible for the murderer's actions, they'd be ground to dust along with him. But he would have to be smarter now. They knew he was here and they knew his goal. Surely they'd be on the lookout to protect one of their assets. And thanks to Elin, he had nothing of value left to barter with.
He pulled up his hood to cover his face and walked out of the alley. It might be time to leave this town for a while.
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:53:04 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2016 10:46:47 GMT -8
The figure appeared drunk. Toasted! She walked down the streets of Bayonne with a bottle in her hand and a silly smile on her face, her silver-white hair a bit tousled around her shoulders.
“And really bad eggs!” she sang off key and bumped into a gentleman that was just trying to make his way home for the evening. He grumbled and shoved at her, making her stumble awkwardly into a building.
A little oof fled her wine-drenched lips. “Oh, sir, I am so sorry!” she called with a drunken laugh at him. He grunted at her, displeased and continued walking on his way.
Rafaela stayed with her shoulder blades against the wall for a moment, then smirked and pushed off, rounding the corner on a swift and nimble set, far different than the inebriated stumbles that had led her over this way so far.
“What an idiot,” she said beneath her breath, one hand clutched around a coin purse. The wine bottle wasn’t empty, of course, but neither was it wine. Rafaela wasn’t so stupid as to be caught in Bayonne, stumbling and drunk.
She did however, tie the coin purse to the breadth of the belt that curled around her feminine hips and let out a jaunty little whistle as she went down the dark and ominous alley way. It had been a long while since she’d been in Bayonne, and even then, she hadn’t exactly parted on wonderful terms.
Not horrible, she’d wager, otherwise she wouldn’t have come back, but surely she was going to piss off some old-friends with her swagger and arrogance in her old stomping grounds.
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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 Mar 15, 2016 11:10:05 GMT -8
A young man leans against a building in the alley, throwing small rocks against the opposite wall. When he sees Rafaela stumble along down the road, he slinks out of the shadows and stands in her path. He eyes the bottle warily, not wanting to have his head bashed in.
"Hello there, Miss! Lovely evening, isn't it? Can I offer you some fairy dust? Best stuff in Gauldin. Just one hit will have you seeing stars till the break of dawn. It'll make the world sparkle before your eyes. Whattaya say? Care to try some? Just a silver coin for half a gram, and that's more than enough at this purity."
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Enigma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 164
Age: 25 or 987
Physical Description: Human: Enigma appears to be a human male around the age of 25. He has jet black hair which falls just past his jawline. He has one light blue eye and one dark brown eye. He stands at 6'1'' with an average build, not as well muscled as a warrior or fighter would be.
Dragon: Enigma is a black dragon of imposing size in his full dragon form, which is around the size of a dragon approaching over one thousand years old. Enigma's eye colors are the same while in this form as they are in human form.
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Size: length - 70 ft height - 37 ft
Clothes and Equipment: In his human form Enigma wears whatever clothes is available to him. Whether these be simply rags or perhaps a nice set of leather it does not matter. The clothes he happens to be wearing at the time are destroyed when he enters dragon form either way.
Player's online availability : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
Registered: Aug 25, 2015 19:17:01 GMT -8
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Post by Enigma on Mar 15, 2016 11:45:57 GMT -8
Behind the dealer lurks another shadowy figure, silent and ominous as it approaches from behind him. Enigma had been waiting for hours for the man to be distracted, his heterochromatic eyes now gaining reptilian-like pupils as he approached his prey. Those eyes were filled with the desperation of an addict going through a withdrawal. As Enigma stepped out of the darkest of shadows into the dim moonlight the rest of his form was revealed. He wore tattered clothes, and his body was also deteriorated. Enigma was very thin, as if he had been starving, and the bags under his eyes made him appear as if he hadn't slept for days.
During his time locked up in Gauldin for attempting to skirt the borders, the underlying cause of his psychological deterioration had been righted, and he had been given the tools he needed to recover. He had even been extensively taught the various Gauldinian laws so he would be sure not to break them. For a time he had tried to follow the laws taught to him after being released, but his mental stability did not allow him to find a job very easily, and he had no money for further treatment after being released.
Eventually he found himself in Bayonne and soon thereafter discovered fairy dust. Of course Enigma turned to this drug for comfort almost immediately and had grown a strong addiction to it. He would do anything for his fix, and at first begging was enough, but when begging did not gain him enough money to buy the drug he turned to other methods. Enigma's addiction led him to this dark alley on this night, and led him to draw a dagger from the folds of his tattered clothes as he approached the man from behind. The blade glinted as dangerously as his desperate, blood-shot eyes as he closed the distance, raising his dagger. It was quite clear the intentions he had, and in his desparation he seemed to simply not care that Rafaela was able to clearly see his approach.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2016 12:34:41 GMT -8
Rafaela looked at the handsome young man that stepped into her way. She rolled her pretty blue eyes.
“I’m not so moronic as to actually indulge,” the catty white-haired ne’er-do-well said to the fairy dust dealer. She wasn’t even REMOTELY interested in the stuff, given she’d spent some time around it, dealing it, and tracking down those that hadn’t rightly paid for it. Ah, the good ol’ days.
A movement in the shadows at her gaze looking over the young man’s shoulder, and she swiftly stepped forward, a palm to the young man’s chest as she shoved him to the wall of the alley and held up her other arm. Click, click! The small crossbow of her bracer made itself known, a little bolt in place.
At this close distance, it could do some damage to the encroaching Engima.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Rafaela tutted to Enigma, her free hand still splayed forcefully against the dealer’s chest to keep him in place. She’d been a part of a two-person outfit that ran this sort of trick before, and in case it WAS a bait-and-rescue scheme, she wanted to be prepared.
“That’s not very nice,” Rafaela said to Enigma.
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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 Mar 15, 2016 13:15:48 GMT -8
"Huh?"
The dealer gasps as he's slammed forcefully against the wall, then looks from Rafaela to Enigma as he tries to remember how to breathe.
"Who...what's going on? Who are you? Were you trying to rob me?"
He reaches into a knife holster on his leg, but decides against it. After all, Rafaela could very well skewer him to the wall.
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Enigma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 164
Age: 25 or 987
Physical Description: Human: Enigma appears to be a human male around the age of 25. He has jet black hair which falls just past his jawline. He has one light blue eye and one dark brown eye. He stands at 6'1'' with an average build, not as well muscled as a warrior or fighter would be.
Dragon: Enigma is a black dragon of imposing size in his full dragon form, which is around the size of a dragon approaching over one thousand years old. Enigma's eye colors are the same while in this form as they are in human form.
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Size: length - 70 ft height - 37 ft
Clothes and Equipment: In his human form Enigma wears whatever clothes is available to him. Whether these be simply rags or perhaps a nice set of leather it does not matter. The clothes he happens to be wearing at the time are destroyed when he enters dragon form either way.
Player's online availability : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
Registered: Aug 25, 2015 19:17:01 GMT -8
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Post by Enigma on Mar 15, 2016 14:40:19 GMT -8
Enigma's fevered eyes darted to the miniature crossbow that was on Rafaela's wrist. He clutched his dagger a bit tighter now, but stopped his advanced. He seemed to be contemplating whether it would be worth the risk of taking a crossbow bolt to potentially get some fairy dust. Eventually he lowered his dagger however, glaring at Rafaela.
"Why did you stop me? You are not even a part of the cartel," he said lowly, his eyes on Rafaela, looking for any lapse in concentration. He was still set on getting the fairy dust from the dealer if he could. Engima would ever so slightly take a step forward.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2016 14:51:51 GMT -8
"That's a bold statement," Rafaela said, looking steadily back at Enigma. He took a step closer and she let fly the crossbow bolt as another clicked into place. She only had six, and one was gone, whizzing over Enigma's shoulder. It thunk'd into the cobblestone wall behind him, making the mortar crack around it.
"Try not to move too much, darling," Rafaela said with a smile towards the addict. "I get antsy, and I won't mix next time." The hand that she had against the young man's chest clenched into his clothing, then fisted into it. "Would you be so kind as to give this man your fairy dust?" she asked the young man, although her eyes didn't leave Enigma's face. It really wasn't a request.
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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 Mar 15, 2016 15:01:07 GMT -8
"What?"
The dealer looked at the addict, then at the woman. Were they working as a team? Regardless, he didn't want to be skewered. He reached into his pocket and removed a small bottle of glittery fairy dust, handing it to the man.
"Here you go. Top quality."
He glances nervously at the woman, hoping she doesn't decide to skewer him and take everything.
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Enigma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 164
Age: 25 or 987
Physical Description: Human: Enigma appears to be a human male around the age of 25. He has jet black hair which falls just past his jawline. He has one light blue eye and one dark brown eye. He stands at 6'1'' with an average build, not as well muscled as a warrior or fighter would be.
Dragon: Enigma is a black dragon of imposing size in his full dragon form, which is around the size of a dragon approaching over one thousand years old. Enigma's eye colors are the same while in this form as they are in human form.
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Size: length - 70 ft height - 37 ft
Clothes and Equipment: In his human form Enigma wears whatever clothes is available to him. Whether these be simply rags or perhaps a nice set of leather it does not matter. The clothes he happens to be wearing at the time are destroyed when he enters dragon form either way.
Player's online availability : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
Registered: Aug 25, 2015 19:17:01 GMT -8
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Post by Enigma on Mar 15, 2016 15:46:03 GMT -8
Enigma froze when the bolt was fired, not taking another step forward thereafter. When he realized he was getting his fairy dust however, a smile came upon his face. Dangerously sharp fangs were bared with that gesture, clearly not completely human. His eyes would hungrily dart to the bottle of fairy dust as it was offered, slitted pupils narrowing as they took in the glittering dust.
Cautiously at first Enigma would reach out with his free hand, his other still clutching the rusty dagger he had, before suddenly snatching the fairy dust. Without a word he would begin to retreat then, taking a few steps backwards into the shadowy alley before turning around to leave.
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:53:04 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2016 20:35:32 GMT -8
When Enigma took the fairy dust from the dealer's hand, Rafaela was watching them both closely. The exchange seeme to go off without a hitch, and in the back of Rafaela's mind, she knew that she was playing with fire, aka the Cartel.
Crystalline eyes finally turned onto the lad, and she let him go, stepping away from him while Enigma walked away. "You should run along home," she said with a tip of her head, white hair swaying down her shoulders.
Then, she stepped after Enigma, making no effort to hide the fact or to catch up him. In fact, she started to whistle a jaunty tune!
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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 Mar 15, 2016 21:07:04 GMT -8
The dealer stands there in shock for a few moments, then runs off. He'll have to tell the boss about this, that's for sure. The addict and the woman were both trouble, and the Godmother so disliked trouble. They'd have to be dealt with.
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Enigma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 164
Age: 25 or 987
Physical Description: Human: Enigma appears to be a human male around the age of 25. He has jet black hair which falls just past his jawline. He has one light blue eye and one dark brown eye. He stands at 6'1'' with an average build, not as well muscled as a warrior or fighter would be.
Dragon: Enigma is a black dragon of imposing size in his full dragon form, which is around the size of a dragon approaching over one thousand years old. Enigma's eye colors are the same while in this form as they are in human form.
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Size: length - 70 ft height - 37 ft
Clothes and Equipment: In his human form Enigma wears whatever clothes is available to him. Whether these be simply rags or perhaps a nice set of leather it does not matter. The clothes he happens to be wearing at the time are destroyed when he enters dragon form either way.
Player's online availability : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
Registered: Aug 25, 2015 19:17:01 GMT -8
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Post by Enigma on Mar 15, 2016 21:19:40 GMT -8
Enigma would move briskly through the dark alleys, his feet not making a sound as he navigated the dark corridors. When Rafaela started whistling her tune however, it was enough to illicit a glance backwards, before he quickened his pace. Eventually he would round another corner into a narrow alley, at the end of it was a single burning lamp and a set of stairs that climbed up to the door below the lamp.
It was here Enigma set up, sitting down on one of the lower steps and drawing a couple of long lines of fairy dust on the upper steps, emptying the bottle. Using a straw, he would snort both of the lines of fairy dust in one go, using one nostril for each. If Rafaela had already caught up to him by now and was watching he wouldn't notice right away. Eventually though, once he had snorted all of the dust up he would let out a relaxed sigh, now all he had to wait for was the drugs to take effect.
He would look over at Rafaela then, "Why did you follow me?" he asked.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2016 6:01:59 GMT -8
She kept a nimble pace with the blackguard, her whistle dying off when she rounded the corner and came to the lonely lamp and its lonely addict on the stairs. A white dark brow perked on her face as she sauntered forward, her body language giving off the appearance of languid nonchalance, when truly it felt like she was a jumble of taut wires waiting to go off.
She leaned her shoulder against a nearby wall, no more than five feet away from the sorry soul snorting his fairy dust, and watched him with apathetic blue eyes.
"You are an idiot, you realize," she said, gesturing with a tip of her chin to the step he used for his lines, ignoring his question hers. "You not only stole fairy dust, but now you do it in public, in a lit area, with no one to watch your back?"
Rafaela shook her head, a quiet laugh tumbling from her pretty mouth. "Amateurs."
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Enigma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 164
Age: 25 or 987
Physical Description: Human: Enigma appears to be a human male around the age of 25. He has jet black hair which falls just past his jawline. He has one light blue eye and one dark brown eye. He stands at 6'1'' with an average build, not as well muscled as a warrior or fighter would be.
Dragon: Enigma is a black dragon of imposing size in his full dragon form, which is around the size of a dragon approaching over one thousand years old. Enigma's eye colors are the same while in this form as they are in human form.
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Size: length - 70 ft height - 37 ft
Clothes and Equipment: In his human form Enigma wears whatever clothes is available to him. Whether these be simply rags or perhaps a nice set of leather it does not matter. The clothes he happens to be wearing at the time are destroyed when he enters dragon form either way.
Player's online availability : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
Registered: Aug 25, 2015 19:17:01 GMT -8
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Post by Enigma on Mar 16, 2016 10:50:29 GMT -8
The drug had already begun to take effect, but to someone like Enigma, that only served to make things seem normal again, at least until more of the substance worked it's way into his system. Enigma would chuckle at Rafaela's comment,
"I'm not worried about anyone bothering me," he said nonchalantly as he rubbed his nose.
He smirked then, remembering an important detail, "I wasn't the one who stole the fairy dust anyways," he added.
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:53:04 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2016 11:00:16 GMT -8
She let out a pretty sigh.
"I suppose you're right. He gave it to you of his own accord." Because she wasn't about to fess up to having 'stolen' something she didn't even use or want or need.
She lightly crossed her arms beneath her breasts, leaning there against the wall and perusing Enigma with the curiosity she usually saved for menageries and zoos.
"You don't look like much, although I suppose appearances can be deceiving." A quicksilver smile flashed across her lips, gleamed in the depths of her bright blue eyes. "So what's your story, hm?"
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Enigma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 164
Age: 25 or 987
Physical Description: Human: Enigma appears to be a human male around the age of 25. He has jet black hair which falls just past his jawline. He has one light blue eye and one dark brown eye. He stands at 6'1'' with an average build, not as well muscled as a warrior or fighter would be.
Dragon: Enigma is a black dragon of imposing size in his full dragon form, which is around the size of a dragon approaching over one thousand years old. Enigma's eye colors are the same while in this form as they are in human form.
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Size: length - 70 ft height - 37 ft
Clothes and Equipment: In his human form Enigma wears whatever clothes is available to him. Whether these be simply rags or perhaps a nice set of leather it does not matter. The clothes he happens to be wearing at the time are destroyed when he enters dragon form either way.
Player's online availability : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
Registered: Aug 25, 2015 19:17:01 GMT -8
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Post by Enigma on Mar 16, 2016 12:18:13 GMT -8
"My.... story?" Enigma stared for a moment before bursting out into laughter, almost as if that statement was the funniest joke he had heard in a while. It seemed he was growing more and more loopy by the minute as the fairy dust took effect. A slight sparkle could be seen on his form by now. Still, he seemed to calm down slightly, although he was still smiling,
"I came into Gauldin by accident, I was flying over the border and a bunch of airships with ballistae took me down. Then they locked me up for a few months, taught me some pointless Gauldinian laws and then let me go. They tried to fix me and they succeeded somewhat, but not really. So I ended up in Bayonne and became addicted to fairy dust. Fairy dust makes the other shut up for the most part, or at least easily ignored, they tell me to do things... things I wouldn't ever want to do," in Enigma's euphoric state, his story could be seen as either truth, or perhaps a fiction developed by the high amounts of fairy dust that now started to permeate his body.
Occasionally, Enigma's eyes would flicker towards a random direction, as if he was seeing things, and he was always smiling now.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2016 18:59:08 GMT -8
In short, the man was broken. Sigh.
Rafaela listened patiently as the man spoke, was even interested. Fly? He didn't appear to have wings. But then, Rafaela had seen odder things in her life time. Locked up? Well, he certainly did seem the vagabond type. The voices thing, however, put a very large warning sign upon the fellow.
The last few jobs she'd done for people that could hear voices had gone South. The last one in Gaiaton, especially.
"Mm, I see," she said to Enigma, who was smiling and sparkling now and clearly 'suffering' from the effects of his drug of choice. "A wonder that you didn't just... return to wherever it was you came from instead of staying here, wasting your potential."
She pushed away from the wall she'd been leaning on.
"Ah, well. I suppose I can't save everyone," she said with a gesture of a hand to her heart. She bowed her head a little to him. "I'll let you get on with your little pasttime." She flicked her fingers at him, as if getting high was child's play.
She turned to walk away, then paused, and turned back to him. "Can you still fly? Or is that an ability you also no longer possess?" The white-haired woman shrugged a shoulder. "Just out of curiosity."
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Enigma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 164
Age: 25 or 987
Physical Description: Human: Enigma appears to be a human male around the age of 25. He has jet black hair which falls just past his jawline. He has one light blue eye and one dark brown eye. He stands at 6'1'' with an average build, not as well muscled as a warrior or fighter would be.
Dragon: Enigma is a black dragon of imposing size in his full dragon form, which is around the size of a dragon approaching over one thousand years old. Enigma's eye colors are the same while in this form as they are in human form.
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Size: length - 70 ft height - 37 ft
Clothes and Equipment: In his human form Enigma wears whatever clothes is available to him. Whether these be simply rags or perhaps a nice set of leather it does not matter. The clothes he happens to be wearing at the time are destroyed when he enters dragon form either way.
Player's online availability : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
Registered: Aug 25, 2015 19:17:01 GMT -8
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Post by Enigma on Mar 16, 2016 19:29:48 GMT -8
Enigma seemed very happy now, and when asked if he could still fly he nodded vigorously, "Of course I can still fly, why wouldn't I be able to?" he laughed then.
Enigma got up then as if to follow her, "I can show ya if you want," he said cheerily. He seemed much more outgoing and happy under the effects of fairy dust.
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