The Godmother
Committed
Roleplay posts: 60 
Age: 38
Physical Description: The Godmother is tall and lithe with red hair and a pretty face; a beauty in every sense of the word. She has a very persuasive smile, and is never seen frowning. The constant use of pure fairy dust has made her look fairly young for her age.
Clothes and Equipment: Extremely fancy clothing, imported all the way from Katashima. The Godmother carries a long, thin knife (poisoned) and a pouch of fairy dust wherever she goes.
Registered: Dec 5, 2015 10:11:14 GMT -8
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Post by The Godmother on Feb 27, 2016 21:37:18 GMT -8
Sasha Elat, the heiress to the wealthy Elat family, strides through the doors. She's fashionably late, just as always. In stark contrast to the long gowns and poofy skirts of the other women, she wears a Katashiman-style dress that hugs her figure enough to be alluring, but still looks elegant and almost businesslike. As she sweeps through the crowd, she seems to sparkle, as though the air around her is filled with glitter. Extending a slender and porcelain-pale arm, she lifts a drink from a servant's tray and sips it delicately. It seems that the king is on the dance floor, with some girl. Lady Elat lets out a soft chuckle, the girl is pretty, and has a nice body, which is probably all a young king cares about. She is very clearly a commoner, though. The girl doesn't hold herself like a noblewoman. Filthy peasant. And stupid king, for even indulging her. She takes another sip, watching the two dance. The king will tire of her quickly. It's unseemly for him to be seen with someone not of high birth, after all.
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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 27, 2016 22:02:30 GMT -8
Gwen very nearly does fall with Renaux, especially due to those pesky heels of hers, but at the last moment, she catches herself on him. It just so happens that the way in which she catches herself is by wrapping her arms around his neck, which causes her face to be mere centimeters from his as she hangs off of him. Wow. Well, if there was a more awkward moment of her life, Gwen can't think of it right now.
After several moments of the unintentional closeness, she stands back up straight and clears her throat. Her cheeks are flushed a bright pink, but still she gives Renaux a very genuine and reassuring smile. "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay. Don't worry!" she exclaims, chipper as always. It seems that there are more than a few nobles who have been looking for a chance to snicker at the very barely highborn lass, and this is it. Many of them hide their mirth behind gloved hands, but Gwen is oblivious to it as she straightens out her skirt and takes stock of her person. Nothing's out of place but perhaps a few strands of hair and a ruffled skirt or two.
She looks back up to Renaux and smiles, asking, "Do you want to keep dancing or should we do something else?"
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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 22:15:00 GMT -8
Gwen was close, uncomfortably close. Close enough that Renaux could feel her body pressed against his, and smell her sweet perfume, and... That was quite enough, of thoughts in that direction. Fortunately she has the sense to disengage. He notices that nobles are laughing, there glances directed a Gwen. They were laughing at her, for his mistake. The laughter quickly, dies as the king glares at the crowd. Satisfied, he turns his attention back to the girl. There she was again, making an assumption. Asking him to teach her the bow, asking him to dance, now assuming his next activity would involve her. Well why wouldn't it? As long as Gwen was around, he didn't need to worry about others approaching him. She also wasn't completely insufferable, unlike most noble woman.
"Perhaps a drink is in order. Maybe you can also tell me a bit about yourself. Seems only fair, since you know so much about me."
With that he heads off the dance floor, heading to his table. Within moments, glasses of the finest Gaulish wine are brought to them.
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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 27, 2016 22:30:39 GMT -8
He's interested in her? As a person? Now there's something new. Despite her initial confusion, soon she's beaming broadly and nodding. She falls in step behind him, and sits across from him at the table, eyeing the wine. It smells like grapes, but...not fresh grapes.
She's actually never had alcohol before, but she has read of its effects. She should be careful. She seems to be becoming more enamoured with the king at every word. If she loses her inhibitions, there's no telling what she'll do! She might even hug him! That would be absolutely scandalous. So absorbed in pondering whether she should drink the wine is she that she doesn't notice she's picked up the glass and taken a sip.
Mm. Not bad. Wait! She sighs and places her face in her palm. Foolish Gwen!
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The Godmother
Committed
Roleplay posts: 60
Age: 38
Physical Description: The Godmother is tall and lithe with red hair and a pretty face; a beauty in every sense of the word. She has a very persuasive smile, and is never seen frowning. The constant use of pure fairy dust has made her look fairly young for her age.
Clothes and Equipment: Extremely fancy clothing, imported all the way from Katashima. The Godmother carries a long, thin knife (poisoned) and a pouch of fairy dust wherever she goes.
Registered: Dec 5, 2015 10:11:14 GMT -8
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Post by The Godmother on Feb 27, 2016 22:47:16 GMT -8
Lady Elat watches the proceedings with amusement.
Look at that country bumpkin girl. Doesn't even know how to hold a wine glass. She's gripping it like a beer mug, or a milk jug.
When Gwen facepalms, Sasha suppresses a chuckle.
Foolish girl, doesn't even know how to drink wine. She probably hadn't ever had it before, and hadn't expected the taste. Heh. She doesn't move, speak, or even stand like a noble. What hope does she think she has?
"Just because you were given a pretty body and can wear a pretty dress doesn't mean you can pretend to be a noble," whispers Lady Elat to herself. She quickly checks herself in a nearby reflective surface (the breastplate of a suit of armor) and finds her reflection to be perfect. Not a single strand of her perfectly styled and piled hair is out of place. Her makeup is flawless. Not a speck of dust on her dress, nor a single stray thread.
I'm perfect.
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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 23:27:16 GMT -8
Renaux sips his wine carefully. He isn't much of a drinker, and he has no desire to repeat, what happened the last time he drank with a beautiful woman. He watches as Gwen, has some sort of fit. She is glaring at the wine deep in thought, then takes a drink still glaring, then she whacks herself in the forehead. The entire sequence was rather funny, and Renaux chuckles.
"Is the wine not to your taste?"
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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 27, 2016 23:30:48 GMT -8
"No, no, it's actually pretty good. I was just so absorbed in thinking about whether or not to drink the wine that...well, it's kind of silly, really. Anyway, what do you want to know about me?" asks Gwen, taking another sip and beaming back over to him.
She crosses her legs in an unintentionally elegant manner, and the way she holds the glass after realising she's holding it is actually quite proper. This is all completely coincidental, of course. Beginner's luck.
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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 27, 2016 23:39:42 GMT -8
The music had taken on a more upbeat tone. It was in the same vain as the previous waltz, but much faster.
Raulio's eyes widened. It was completely alien to him.
"Well... we'll just have to both go left feet!"
Raulio and Megan would more or less try to follow what everyone else was doing. The degree of their success however would not affect their overall enjoyment. Even when their dancing was downright mediocre, they were still having an excellent time.
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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 28, 2016 0:04:26 GMT -8
"You were so absorbed in whether or not to drink the wine, you did it while you were distracted?"
Renaux cracks a smile at this thought. Though it dims slightly at her question, he was terrible at small talk. He could never figure out what to ask. It wasn't that he was opposed to learning about people, just that most of it was terribly dull. A bit of a rude mentality he supposed, but one he had to live with. Still he should start somewhere.
"Well I suppose first question. Why did you sneak into this ball?"
Renaux was not spectacularly observant, but he knew all the house names. Barclay wasn't a native Gaulish house, and if Gwen was a representative from a foreign house she would have an escort. So he was mildly curious as to why she had decided to sneak in.
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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 28, 2016 0:15:54 GMT -8
Megan would bump into people trying to do the dance moves and would apologize. She was having fun though. As the party got later, Megan was getting tired. Eventually the music got slow and Megan could have a break. She would get real close to Raulio and just sortof rest her head on his shoulder while they slow danced. "That really wore me out."
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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 28, 2016 0:17:47 GMT -8
Gwen's eyes grow wider than perhaps they ever have been before. She almost spits out the sip of wine she just took, but she manages to choke it down just in time.
"Wh-what? Sneak in? I would...I would never..." stammers Gwen. She pauses, and sighs. She's always been a terrible liar.
She looks up to Renaux with big, sad puppy eyes.
"I just...well...I'd never been to a royal ball before and...well, I heard you were going to be here and I thought about how amazing it would be to see someone like the great King Renaux in the flesh! I'm...I'm sorry. I'm not really a noble. You must think me terribly dishonest," responds Gwen, tears welling up in her eyes. Her fantasy is over. She'd be kicked out for sure, and the king would go about choosing some noble as his bride. This dream has suddenly taken a turn for the worst.
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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 28, 2016 0:29:10 GMT -8
Raulio was getting tired too. Unfortunately he forgot to bring his caffeine bonbons. "Yes... no needs to impress... let's just stay close together." Raulio hugged his hero crush tightly and pet her hair.
Soon they would have to sit down and maybe get some food and drink.
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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 28, 2016 0:32:50 GMT -8
Renaux eyes her reaction carefully, she was a poor liar. Which meant all her actions this night, had been genuine. That was disturbing, because that meant he could genuinely like this girl. Renaux was not ready for that. A sudden flush of heat runs across his cheeks. For the second time that night, he finds he is averting his eyes from Gwen. Speaking into his wing glass, he manages to say somehow not muttering.
"Gwen, I am nobility that spent the better part of two decades, pretending to be a peasant. I think I can overlook, someone doing it the other way around. Beyond that, even with your little transgression you are still more honest than half the people here."
Renaux twirls his wine glass, watching the dark liquid roll.
"Though I have to say, I don't imagine it was worth it, all that risk just to see me. I am just a man, not a particularly amazing one either."
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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 28, 2016 2:33:07 GMT -8
"Yeah... " Megan sighs as she's pet and smells Raulio while her face is buried in his shoulder. Once they're done dancing Megan trails behind Raulio, "I'm hungry, you see any food?"
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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 28, 2016 11:19:40 GMT -8
Raulio can only hope he doesn't smell bad!
"I think I see some hors d'oeuvres over there!" He points to a long table, draped in red cloth, with wine and various snacks laid on platters. He leads the two over to them. He hasn't had crab cakes in a while.
He takes one and gestures to pop one in Megan's mouth.
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The Godmother
Committed
Roleplay posts: 60
Age: 38
Physical Description: The Godmother is tall and lithe with red hair and a pretty face; a beauty in every sense of the word. She has a very persuasive smile, and is never seen frowning. The constant use of pure fairy dust has made her look fairly young for her age.
Clothes and Equipment: Extremely fancy clothing, imported all the way from Katashima. The Godmother carries a long, thin knife (poisoned) and a pouch of fairy dust wherever she goes.
Registered: Dec 5, 2015 10:11:14 GMT -8
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Post by The Godmother on Feb 28, 2016 11:52:58 GMT -8
Lady Elat watches as the country girl unintentionally sits with perfect elegance and holds her glass flawlessly.
Oh, so that's how you want to play? Act like a noble, will you? You're common, girl. You're nothing more than a little girl playing dress-up with a tea party.
She makes a mental note to have the girl dealt with. Commoners need to learn their place. That matter settled, she wanders off to eat some chocolate fondue. Lady Elat does so love her chocolate fondue.
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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 28, 2016 14:41:09 GMT -8
Megan allows it and enjoys the taste, "Mmmm! What else to they have?"
The mage looks down the table, searching for something else to please her pallet. She'd find prawns with cocktail dipping sauce, she enjoyed a few of those before moving on.
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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 28, 2016 18:26:03 GMT -8
Gwen quickly settles down at his assurance that she wouldn't be kicked out, wiping her welled up tears away with the tip of her index finger, very careful not to smudge her makeup. She sniffles a bit, but then when Renaux claims he's not amazing, she gives him an absolutely incredulous look.
"What?! You're the most amazing king Gauldin has ever had! You were forced to take the throne and yet you do not rule with any resentment. You are a hero of war. You're well-spoken and kind, and you treat your people fairly. What else could anyone want in a king?" asks Gwen, placing her glass down just to place her hand on Renaux's forearm, the gesture indicating just how passionate about this topic she is.
"And if nothing else, I already think it was well worth any risk," she continues, those big multicoloured saucers of hers looking up at him with the most adorable admiration.
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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 28, 2016 18:42:35 GMT -8
Gwen provided some very high praise. High, and from her point of view true praise. Her words, combined with her familiarity as she touched his arm, caused the king to turn a brilliant shade of crimson. He doesn't actually agree with Gwen of course. The people could ask quite a bit more of their king, by the sky it took him two years to even feel competent. He was hardly the most amazing king Gaudlin had ever seen. Renaux seriously considers fleeing, and if things kept up this way he might. Still he decides to cover his embarrassment with a question.
"Thank you for your words. Now why don't you tell me a bit about yourself. For example you seem remarkably well read, for someone not of the nobility. Where did you find access to so many books?"
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Gwenneth Barclay
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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 28, 2016 18:59:25 GMT -8
"Oh, well, when I lived with my parents they would give me money to help them on our little farm. I would always save that money up and go buy a new book every week! It was real fun. Eventually, I got really good at reading. Then, when I struck out on my own I would always stop at a noble's manse and ask to see their archives when I would pass through a town. The guy nobles were always really nice to me for some reason," says Gwen. She's clearly completely oblivious to her supernatural pull.
"Also, my parents were both witches, and so am I. I made a pact with the Goddess of Stars and she grants me power, but more than that, being a witch requires one to be able to read and learn," explains Gwen further. She takes another sip of wine as she speaks, seemingly getting rather absorbed in her story as her smile grows.
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