King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368 
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Feb 25, 2016 18:28:17 GMT -8
 An elegant hall with the palace, a perfect place for a party. Somehow this hall manages to display a disgusting amount of wealth, without coming of as garish. |
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Feb 26, 2016 19:35:08 GMT -8
Renaux, slams his fist into the wall. It hurts, but at least it was a wooden wall, stone would have broken his hand. He was angry, he was heart broken, and he was weary. He had been forced into one marriage, and he had been thinking perhaps things wouldn't be so bad, then she disappeared. Arianne, gone without a trace, the best mages in Gauldin unable to find her. He was still dealing with his grief, at first he had joined the searches. Months had passed, he scoured the length and breadth of Gauldin. When that had proven fruitless, he had flung himself into his work. His reputation was beginning to change, people no longer saw him as completely ineffectual. Hi social movements were picking up steam, and he was gaining support. Still he it didn't help, when something really mattered he had still failed.
The king slowly calms down, it was time for the ball. The damnable, thrice cursed ball. Where he would be expected to be wooed, and won over by some woman he didn't know. All because his country needed a heir. He couldn't argue with that, but he didn't like it. He also couldn't bring himself to take his anger out, on blameless people. So deep breaths, deep calming breaths. Time to put on a show.
"Announcing his royal majesty King Renaux of Traveré."
All eyes are on Renaux, as the herald announces him. He is used to it now, though there was a time, when it would have made him uncomfortable. The whispers immediately start, excited, anxious, eager. Talking about what happened, talking about their chances, talking about what he was wearing of all things. Admittedly he wasn't dressed to impress. A plain white silk shirt, brown leather leggings, and tall functional boots. If it wasn't for the bastard sword at his hip, and the crown of wings on his brow, he would look like a well to do merchant. He had refused to follow the recent fashion trends in the city, and as such soon all the men would be following his lead. The one perk of being king, he got to dictate what was in style. He strides into the room, waiting to see who would be bold enough to approach him first.
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Hotaru Nishida
Established
Bug Disguised as a Human
Roleplay posts: 25 
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Height: 5'6"
Yellow Chitin
red eyes
Long black hair
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While being Hotaru she has disguised a lot of her features to look more human, temporarily removing her exo-skeleton so that it can seem like she has soft skin. She still has red eyes though.
Registered: Oct 2, 2015 19:30:15 GMT -8
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Post by Hotaru Nishida on Feb 26, 2016 20:19:16 GMT -8
The ultimate arthropod was in attendance to this soiree. Her outfit made her blend in better, an insect motif ball gown that hides or incorporates her extra appendages and wings into the design of it, they would just look like they're part of the outfit. She was good at this sort of disguise as she's been doing this sort of thing a long time. Her ensemble consealed all bizzarre parts of her body such as spines and exoskeletal plating. Hanging from her neck was the same spider pendant she always wore, resting above her bosoms. Since she was going without her cloak, Aria took care that her hair was neat. Almost nobody ever got to see her hairstyle without dying afterward, people could now see that she wore her hair in an Asymmetrical shave side cut.   This is her haircutShe would likely be questioned by people intriqued by her exotic look, which she'd make up some fake back story about where she came from. On the sly, a small bug would skitter out from under her gown and make its way to other parts of the palace, these bugs would hide themselves in places they could overhear conversations. This was her tactic for gaining more information, since she was not going to kill anyone today. All the useful information would be returned to the hive mind later. |
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Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
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Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Feb 26, 2016 20:21:38 GMT -8
About half a minute before Renaux's appearance, Gwenneth Barclay, the Elven witch had arrived at the gates, out of breath yet done up beautifully her luxuriously silky black hair had been curled into cascading waves and sprinkled liberally with sparkles, and she wears a very thin layer of makeup, giving her face a slight blush and her lips a slight pink sheen, as well as a sparkling pink eye liner. On top of it all, she wears a beautiful low-cut pink ball gown, inlaid with sparkling white garnets. The many layers of ruffled skirts drape over one another, poof in out into a lovely ruffled wave of silken cloth. (Think this, but with more traditional gown skirts)  As she approached the guard and handed him am invitation reading "Lady Gwenneth of House Barclay", the gate guard eyes it suspiciously, before letting her through. It was an expert forgery, crafted by the kindly whores at the brothel which had taken her in when she had nothing to offer in trade. The women there were very kind, and while Gwenneth is unfamiliar with the term "brothel", it seemed to be some sort of tavern where primarily men came to drink and get massages in private rooms. They always seemed to leave much happier than when they arrived. And the women always seemed to give very loud massages. What an odd place. She clacks her way into the ballroom on gold inlaid pink heels, hiking her skirts up to leap up the stairs to the floor before the stairs from which the king descends just as he makes his appearance. She acts very unlike a noble as she pushes her way through, giving "sorry!"s in her adorable light voice as she accidentally bumps into a few people. When she finally arrives at the front row, she gazes up at the descending king with a sharp intake of breath, those beautiful blue and hazel heterochromic eyes peering up at him wide and amazed. She can hardly breathe as she places her hands over her mouth. He is...well, the only word she can think of is "glorious". His clothes bother her not at all; they're still far more expensive than she's used to. To her, he looks just how a king should. "Oh wow. Oh wow!" she breathes, and the noble ladies around her give her withering looks. The men, however, can't seem to keep their eyes off the chest of this apparent debutante. Something about her just...draws the gaze, and the attention of male figures. |
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Feb 26, 2016 20:58:21 GMT -8
A ball. Why not? Admittedly, Eleniel had absolutely no interest whatsoever in trying to woo the king. But she was definitely always up for an excuse to put on something pretty and go dancing. She had arrived earlier, looking around at everything with great interest, and then had taken up a place amongst the crowd as people began to gather. It was perhaps unfashionable to wear one's hair down in this country, as most of the women seemed to have theirs piled up intricately, but Len couldn't care less about what was fashionable; she'd always been a free spirit, and tonight was no exception. Flowing blonde locks cascaded freely to her hips, floating around a dress of pale violet, with short puffed sleeves, an empire waistline, and a low scooped neckline enhanced by a wrapped necklace of dark amethyst beads; on her feet were a simple pair of slippers, the same color as her dress. [ See: The picture below, minus the crown of flowers. ]
Grey eyes turned to watch the king as he entered, and as with most of the ballroom's occupants, she sank into a curtsy. It was only appropriate, given he was royalty. After the appropriate amount of time, she straightened again, smiling. Now it was time to sit back and enjoy the show, watching these women try to work their way into a king's heart. It was like some kind of fairy story come to life, and it was so terribly romantic! Len hoped that one of these women captured his fancy. From what she'd heard, poor King Renaux could use a win, for once. Drawing her gaze away from the king, she returned to her conversation with the group that had accepted the strange Elf's presence, chatting about.. some book she'd never read. Oops.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Feb 26, 2016 21:14:36 GMT -8
Two people catch the kings eyes, for only slightly different reasons. Once was the woman with yellow skin, she was definitely the most distinctive woman at the ball. The king was mildly curious as to what caused it, but ultimately it will remain just that. He has no desire to approach anyone. The second person to catch his eyes is a young woman, in a pink dress. In a crowd full of beautiful woman, she stood out. This was impressive in it's own way, still he will not approach.
As Renaux makes is way into the hall, the music resumes playing. Though the courtly women were all here for one reason, they still find themselves partner other than the king, and dancing begins. A few of the braver, or more pushy woman approach him. He is polite enough, but unresponsive refusing to invite conversation. Ultimately most leave him along, and he heads out of the hall into the courtyard. A variety of games are set up, fencing, lawn bowling, croquette, and archery. The king takes up a bow, at least he might get some enjoyment out of the evening.
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Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================================
Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Feb 26, 2016 21:25:02 GMT -8
Gwen's eyes never leave the king. They follow him as he walks out the door into the courtyard, apparently to get some fresh air. This is the perfect opportunity! Still...she doesn't want to be rude. Before proceeding, she nudges the nearest woman to her left with her elbow, who happens to be Eleniel, and hisses aside to her, "Hey, do you think it would be rude if I followed the king outside?"
Her aura is attracting the gazes of every man except the one she has her eyes set on...not that she wants to do anything with him, but to meet a king...she remembers the first time she met Jorech and it gives her the shivers. That glorious man, entering the tavern dripping with rain, grim yet powerful. This king is something else altogether. Tall, noble, handsome, distinguished. He carries none of the gruffness of Jorech, but he still strikes her as the perfect image of a king.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Feb 26, 2016 21:32:23 GMT -8
Finding herself nudged, Len blinked, looking away from the dull conversation - which had drifted to shoes.. really..? - and toward the woman who was nudging her. Quite pretty, really. But it was her question that made the Elf chuckle. "The whole point of this thing is to capture his heart. Go take a chance, girly. Maybe you'll be the one to win the ultimate prize. Take the advice of someone with experience; you don't want to let any chance for lasting happiness slip through your fingers. Go on."
Giving her a gentle push toward the door the king had gone through, Len watched her go and breathed a dreamy sigh. Ah, young love! Her hand fell over her heart as she smiled. It was so sweet, to see young people trying to find each other, like a ship seeking safe port in a storm. Maybe this young lady would be the king's safe haven, and he could dock his ship in her all night long. ..Wait what?
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Megan Zachurr
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 131
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Feb 26, 2016 21:49:31 GMT -8
Megan enters with Raulio Fletcher , Shortly after entering the country for Megan's Quest, they'd heard of the ball going on after getting their travel papers sorted out. One of them figured they should go for a fun time since it was open invitation. Megan had rented a fitting dress to wear that was very flattering on her, she felt a little out of her skin without her usual robes, but she also felt pretty. She led Raulio inside, he was surely looking handsome and sharply dressed. "Wow! What a place! What do you think Raulio?" |
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Feb 26, 2016 21:50:40 GMT -8
Twang.
The bow thrums in Renaux's hands, and an arrow flies. He doesn't wait to see where it lands, he is already drawing a second one.
Twang.
The simple repetitive motion, bring him back to a happier time. Countless hours, spent on the practice fields of the knight academy in Niréal. Many of his peers, thought his dedication to learning the bow overzealous. He was always first to practice, last to leave, he had even spent his free time at the fields.
Twang.
Renaux's friends never understood his obsession, but it wasn't complicated. The bow didn't speak to him, not like the sword. If he wanted to excel with the bow he had to work for it. That was what mattered, nothing worth having was handed to you. The best things in life were the things you sweated, and bleed for.
Twang Twang Twang.
The other party goers are keeping clear of the archery range, so fearsome is the king concentration. His accuracy is also fearsome, all his arrows have landed dead center, and he has even split a shaft.
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Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================================
Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Feb 26, 2016 21:59:50 GMT -8
Gwen looks aside to the Elf and beams brightly. She looks like a noble lady, so surely she knows about customs and the like. She nods happily and waves to Eleniel, saying excitedly, "Awesome! I can't wait to meet him! This is going to be so very exciting!"
She bounds out of the hall as quickly as she can with those heels of hers, an adorable tiny blue thrush flapping down to sit on her shoulder. It eyes her skeptically, and twitters rapidly at her.
"Oh please, Pippin, he won't do anything mean! He's a king! Anyone who reads books know that only evil kings hurt people," she responds matter-of-factly. She approaches the archery range behind Renaux. He seems very focused...hrm...how to approach this situation?
Oh! Of course! Impress him with her archery skills! She takes up a nearby practice longbow and notches an arrow. She draws the string back to her face and aims at the target...then she realises she's never shot a bow before, and she lets go of the wrong end, the wood flying back and smacking her in the shoulder as the arrow goes spiraling off to land squarely in a patch of grass behind her. The impact of the bow's blow knocks her onto her backside, eliciting a squeak and a tiny "oof". Well, that didn't go as expected.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Feb 26, 2016 22:31:44 GMT -8
Gwen's antics elicit a gale of laughter from onlookers. They also manage to shake Renauxs concentration, though not enough that he misses. Still he looks away from the target, and see's the girl on her backside. Taking in the scene, he tries to piece together what happened. As he does so he approaches the young woman, crouching down next to her.
"Are you alright mademoiselle?"
He offers her his best attempt at a winning smile, extending a hand to assist her in regaining her feet.
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Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================================
Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Feb 26, 2016 22:45:05 GMT -8
As the crowd laughs at Gwen, she looks around at all of them and smiles. She should take up comedy! And then...the king! He's kneeling beside her. Her eyes widen into huge heterochromic saucers as her hand reaches out tentatively to take his, allowing herself to be pulled up.
Now that she's so close she doesn't quite know what to say. So, she defaults to her usual bookworm self and spews out a torrent of facts.
"King Renaux of Travére, second son of King Voltaire, winner of the Royal Tourney at a very young age and graduate of the Academy, Captain of the Royal Air Force of Gauldin, and...and...King...it, uh...it's such an honour to meet you! I have read so much about you and--" she has to pause to take a deep breath, "--and I never thought I would actually be standing here, face to face, with who is, in my opinion, the most competent person ever made king since High King Eddard Mann IX of Aedan."
She is nearly bouncing with excitement as she beams up at the king.
"Oh! Yeah! My name is Gwen..er..I mean Lady Gwenneth of House Barclay. You can just call me Gwen."
She gestures to the tiny bird on her shoulder.
"This is Pippin, my familiar," she says, and the bird twitters in greeting.
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Raulio Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 68
Age: 28
Clothes and Equipment: A white jacket and pants, a tool kit, a lyre, a notebook and pencil, and a pouch of coffee and green tea candy
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 19:52:13 GMT -8
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Post by Raulio Fletcher on Feb 26, 2016 22:56:11 GMT -8
Megan enters with Raulio Fletcher , Shortly after entering the country for Megan's Quest, they'd heard of the ball going on after getting their travel papers sorted out. One of them figured they should go for a fun time since it was open invitation. Megan had rented a fitting dress to wear that was very flattering on her, she felt a little out of her skin without her usual robes, but she also felt pretty. She led Raulio inside, he was surely looking handsome and sharply dressed. "Wow! What a place! What do you think Raulio?" "Why it's glorious!" Raulio marveled at everyone's dresses and suits. "So much fashion, so much architectural grandeur, so much music, so much dancing! I've never seen such a grand concentration of art all in one place! Oh if only I had a canvas. Oh well. Let us dance and mingle!" He lead Megan by her soft silky hands towards the center of the ballroom, his every step as fanciful and carefree as a school girl's. For his part, he was wearing a sexy white suit with black shirt that he himself designed. |
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Megan Zachurr
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Roleplay posts: 131
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Feb 26, 2016 23:01:08 GMT -8
Meg held onto Raulio's hand with her own gloved hand and followed. She laughed as he was going fast and she had to keep up in her dress. "Raulio, I'm not much of a dancer I'm afraid! Too much time spent studying and adventuring! So forgive my 2 left feet!"
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Feb 26, 2016 23:01:12 GMT -8
Renaux blinks once slowly at the girl. He wasn't quite sure what he expected, but certainly not his life's history. The compliment was not unexpected, most people complemented kings. Most people though don't sound quite so sincere, and it was certainly high praise. His smiles slips from forced to genuine, the girls enthusiasm was palpable. He gives a formal bow, to Gwen and a smaller one to pippin.
"A pleasure to meet both of you. I would introduce myself, but it seems to be unnecessary. Not an uncommon occurrence, when you are a king."
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Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
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Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Feb 26, 2016 23:26:42 GMT -8
"Oh but you aren't a common occurrence for a king! I mean, a king who became a war hero before his coronation? A king whose first claim to fame was winning a tourney in the disguse of a peasant? By the Stars, you are far from common! You are straight out of the storybooks I used to read as a child. Ooh! This is so exciting!" exclaims Gwen, her every word just as sincere and reverent as the last. Now she really is bouncing with excitement, and Pippin flies off her shoulder, tweeting angrily in protest.
"Sorry, buddy," she says to him with a little girlish giggle. But...now what? Where do they go from here? What do noble ladies usually do at balls? She doesn't rightly know...she usually skips over the pomp and circumstance in her books. "Uhm...well...err..." she says, ponderously, her hand on her chin. And then it hits her.
"Oh! Could you teach me how to shoot a bow? I mean, I have magic, but...you seem to enjoy it so much and...well, I'd like to enjoy it too!" she says, smiling hopefully up at the king.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Feb 26, 2016 23:40:58 GMT -8
As Renaux watched the young woman, the only thought that occurred was bubbly. It also seemed to be a genuine enthusiasm, not feigned, rare to see in this setting. Honestly, he couldn't even tell if she was trying to woo him. She may just be that excited to meet a personal hero. That was an odd notion, Renaux never thought of himself as a hero. He was just a man, a man that worked hard and did his duty. Shrugging his shoulder, he picks up the long bow on the ground, and offers it to her.
"Take it, and draw back the string."
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Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================================
Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Feb 26, 2016 23:58:40 GMT -8
Gwen takes the bow, and draws the string just like she's seen in those fighting manuals she read. The form and method in which she holds the bow and draws the string back to her cheek is actually rather impressive for a newbie, although she seems rather unsure of what to do next. She looks over to the king with an unsure glance, but her diverted attention causes her to release the bowstring.
Never dry fire a bow. That is the first rule of archery, but Gwen sort of glossed over the archery bits in the manuals, only looking at it long enough for her photographic memory to absorb the way they're standing and so she doesn't know that. Nor did she intend to dry fire it, but the result is the same. Due to the bow being a poorly-crafted training weapon, the energy transferred by the reverberating string causes the wood to split and the bow breaks in Gwen's hands. She lets out a startled squeak and drops the now two pieces of wood, connected by a no longer taut string.
"Oops," she says, timidly, looking over to Renaux with a sheepish smile.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Feb 27, 2016 0:21:40 GMT -8
Renaux arches a single eyebrow, a small amused smile on his face. Grabbing another bow, he tosses it at her, his voice carrying a hint of mirth.
"First lesson, don't fire a bow without an arrow knocked. Bring the string back to rest slowly. Now take the bow, get ready to draw, but don't pull the string back."
He puts the bow in her hand, then proceeds to make tiny adjustments. Making sure her left arm, is properly angled to avoid getting hit by the string. The her right elbow is at the proper height slightly above shoulder level. Feet properly spaced, roughly shoulder width apart. In truth there was little to correct, but it gave him time to speak.
"Using a bow, is one half practice, one half instinct. If you focus too much, on making sure everything is perfect you get stiff. You pick your target before you draw. Then inhale as you pull back, and exhale as you release. It should all be one smooth motion, one single breath. It is instinct, and it is practice combined. You need to be one with your bow, for some this is easy. For me it was hard, but I worked hard at it."
Renaux is oblivious to it, at the moment, but the display is drawing the eyes of many. The eyes are largely jealous. Men glare at Renaux, because the king is talking to the fairest maid at the ball. Woman are glaring at Gwen, because she is talking to the king.
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