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 20:09:35 GMT -8
Renaux is a little taken aback, he hand't realized Gwen was a witch. Not that it was an issue, just that she seemed to bubbly for it. Then again he hadn't met many civilian magic users. He does find it odd that so many nobles, would be willing to allow her to peruse their collections. She was beautiful yes, but that hardly seems like enough. A mystery for the age he supposed.
"I have a third question for you, then in the spirit of fair play, I suppose you may ask me one. Who is this Goddess of Stars you speak of? I don't think I have ever heard of her."
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Feb 28, 2016 23:45:43 GMT -8
Alecos spoke calmly to Eleniel, his voice a rich, smooth baritone.
"Of course, my dear. I wouldn't miss it for the world. Or you, for that matter." He looked down at her, a light smile creasing his face. Unlike her, though, he was not such a good actor. He could not, despite how he tried, invoke the same warmth and adoration that she seemed to conjure from nowhere.
As she directed his attention towards Nortius, he fell into a role far better suiting him. Glaring at him as he approachedas he approached, a fearsome visage that befitted his stony face, he radiated a sense of malice and possessiveness towards the other lord that was nearly tangible.
After he left, the emotions Alecos had been exuding ebbed away, replaced by a quiet, flat face with only the faintest hint of a smile. He blinked twice, quickly, his surprise at being considered a hero evident. "It's nothing, my dear, honestly. Anything for another elf. My name is Alecos. Alecos Sorrowsong." He, oddly, declined to use his title in his address. Another rarity for him. Perhaps it would feel odd. Yes, that was certainly it.
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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 29, 2016 0:05:36 GMT -8
Alecos might have considered his acting skills sub-par, but they certainly got the job done! And that was really all that mattered to Len, in the end. That, and the possibility that she had made a new friend! This very notion caused the already sunny Elf to bounce lightly within her seat, unspeakably excited by the prospect of a new friend. She loved making new friends! "A pleasure, Alecos. And you may say it's nothing, but it's very much something, to me. I don't like to be unpleasant to people, and he was about to push me to that point."
Her nose crinkled at the very idea, a slightly displeased frown twisting her lips.. for all of two seconds. Then her perpetual smile was right back in place. Was it even possible to get her truly down? It was, but it was exceedingly difficult to achieve.. and why would you want to? She's so darn cute! Suddenly, the music caught her ears, and on impulse, she blurted out a question, her cheeks lit with a blush. "Maybe you would like to dance with me? I came here to enjoy the party and dance, but most of the men seem to be avoiding me. Well. Except that one." Obviously referring to the gentleman they'd jointly chased off.
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Feb 29, 2016 2:23:57 GMT -8
"I'm sure that would be a tragedy, Ms. Windsong. You don't strike me as a person who would be unpleasant to anyone."
A brief hint of a sunny smile broke across Alecos' face for a brief, fluttering moment as she asked him to dance
"I wouldn't have the slightest idea why people would avoid you, Ms. Windsong. But of course I shall acquiesce. There would be nothing more pleasant in such fine company." He rose, taking her hand as he led her to the dance floor.
A familiar song to him and most likely her rose across the strings of the instruments in the orchestra, as he took her right hand in his left, and the small of her back in his right, and began to step out the waltz in the smooth, elegant way a nobleman should.
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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 29, 2016 2:43:10 GMT -8
Being called 'Miss Windsong' made an odd expression appear on her face, and she laughed softly. "You don't need to be so formal, you know. It's perfectly alright with me if you call me Eleniel. Or Len, as most people shorten it. Whichever you prefer." He was so.. she wasn't sure how to phrase it in her mind. Strict with himself, seemed a good description. He almost reminded her of her blood-kin (snobby, stuck up people that they were), except.. more pleasant. It was strange, really, but.. nice!
Moving to stand in an eager bounce when he accepted her proposal, Len happily followed him out onto the dance floor with her hand in his, moving lightly on her feet.. for once. A fact for which she was immensely grateful, as this would be a terribly awkward time for her clumsiness to kick in. Hearing the song that the orchestra began to play, a wistful smile claimed her features, and as she took up the proper pose - right hand in his left, her left upon his shoulder - she couldn't help but breathe a quiet laugh. "I can't even remember the last time I heard this song. How wonderful!" And with that, they began to spin fluidly across the floor, her pale violet skirts billowing out with every turn. Len looked positively delighted at having such a skilled dancing partner, and smiled brightly up at Alecos as they moved around the room.
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Feb 29, 2016 3:04:08 GMT -8
Alecos chuckled lightly at her insistence on her name, before sheepishly realising what Inram would have said if her were there. He would have accused him of having fun, or some horrendous thing. But this was simply his duty, right? Since she had asked? Right?
"Eleniel, then. That fits so very well." He appraised her again with those dark brown eyes, pondering exactly who she was. Where she fitted in his great tapestry road.
As they began to move around the dancefloor, each showing the famous Elven grace, Alecos said, "You've danced before. Well, too, I might add." He started to be a bit more daring as they whirled around the room, his rich, red coat flaring out around him as the weaved gracefully around the other dancers in perfect unison.
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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 29, 2016 12:36:04 GMT -8
Gwen seems a little confused by the question.
"Who is she?" asks the witch, "I just told you! She's the Queen of Stars, she who controls the heavens, the bringer of light in the cosmos."
Gwen gives a little giggle, as if it's supposed to be obvious, then puts her index finger to her bottom lip again as she thinks about her question. Her wine glass is just about empty, but she takes that last sip anyway before speaking.
"Well...er...I guess the only thing I really want to know is...do you like me? I mean you, not as a king who loves his subjects, but as a person. I can't help but feel drawn to you since you're such an amazing person, but I'm just...well, I'm just Gwen," she continues. This is one of the few topics she gets flustered about: what people think of her. It's generally positive but...what if her idol doesn't think so? Then it's all for nothing.
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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 29, 2016 13:15:17 GMT -8
Renaux chokes on his wine, spitting out a mouthful on the floor. What in the sky had she just asked him? Did he like her, as a person? He had to calm down, she couldn't possibly mean that. He sincerely hoped she didn't mean that, who was he kidding of course she didn't mean it that way. They had only met an hour ago, she could not possibly mean it that way. The king was a brilliant shade of scarlet. His normally carefully constructed expression, had shifted to something that might be described as terror.
"I... well... that is to say."
Oh sky he was stammering, he felt like a school boy. Renaux places both his hands on the table, harder than he meant to. He then shoots to his feet. He needed to go, he very much needed to depart from this ball right now. No, that would be rude. He should at least answer her question. He had promised she could ask him one. It would dishonorable not to answer.
"I have greatly enjoyed your company this evening Lady Barclay. I do believe I like you as a person."
He just barely manages to squeeze the last words out. This was intolerable. Renaux snaps to attention, turns on his heel, and marches out of the ball. People scatter out of his way as he goes.
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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 29, 2016 13:30:12 GMT -8
Gwen blinks a few times as he admits to liking her, and beams brightly. Before she can respond, however, Renaux is marching the other way looking rather distressed. Gwen shoots up from her seat and runs as fast as she can after him in those heels and skirts.
"Wait, Renau--I mean, your lordliness! Wait! Was it something I said?" asks Gwen. Oh no. Had she offended the king somehow? She surely hopes not. She mulls over what she could've possibly said to invoke his ire. She can't think of anything but...it's true, she isn't a noble. She doesn't know their customs. What if saying the word "like" is a curse or informal or something. Gwen is on the verge of tears again as she ponders what she could have done. She must have royally screwed up.
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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 29, 2016 13:53:54 GMT -8
Gwen would find keeping pace with Renaux difficult. Luckily the king stops in the outside corridor. He had upset her, that was brilliant that was wonderful. What kind of king was he? Making a woman worry, it was hardly noble behavior. He turns to face her. His cheeks are still scarlet, though he has regained some semblance of control over his expression.
"My apologies Lady Barclay. It was something you said, though not the reasons you may think. I was simply..."
Oh sky, he did not want to admit this.
"...embarrassed by your question."
Some king he was. Running away from a pretty girl, just because she made him blush.
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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 29, 2016 13:59:47 GMT -8
Although Renaux stops, Gwen does not, too absorbed in her thoughts to notice that her quarry has halted. As such, she runs headlong into Renaux's chest and trips back on her bum, one of her heels snapping as she falls. She hits the ground with a small "oof" and looks up to Renaux.
Standing there, looming before her, he looks even more kingly than before. Even if he is blushing profusely. Gwen wipes some moisture from her eyes and asks in an extremely timid voice, "Embarrassed? Why?"
She then averts her eyes, dropping them to the floor below.
"I'm sorry I embarrassed you, I...I just thought...well, if someone like you liked me that I could eventually find someone to be my companion. I mean, if a king approves of me, then...but obviously I could never hope to have a king as my companion, so...sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you," says Gwen, giving a little sniffle at the end. She's clearly sincerely very apologetic.
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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 29, 2016 14:35:43 GMT -8
Len looked exceptionally pleased when Alecos agreed to call her by her given name. Another step down the road toward friendship! Speaking of potential friends, she idly wondered how her little dark-haired friend was doing with the king. She'd have to investigate that.. later. She was enjoying spinning effortlessly across the dance floor with a partner that possessed all the grace of the Elven-kind, at the moment, and that far and above took precedence!
Alecos speaking withdrew Len from her thoughts and drew her attention to be fixed upon his visage, a modest blush filling her features when his compliment sank in fully. "I greatly enjoy dancing.. it was an easy skill to pick up, when I discovered that love for it." Had he figured out yet that she wasn't a noble? Perhaps not. Would it bother him? She hoped not. This was far too enjoyable to be cut short so soon! "You're an exemplary dancer, as well.. but I suppose that's to be expected of a nobleman." How could she tell? Oh, you mean other than the fact that it was written all over him, from every gesture to every expression - or lack thereof?
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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 29, 2016 14:42:11 GMT -8
Steady Renaux, steady. The king takes long deep breaths. He could handle this, he could do this. Wait, did she say companion? He could not do this, he cannot handle this. No! That was quitter talk, he could explain himself calmly. It was just a very beautiful, very likable girl, that he had made cry. That was right he made her cry. He was honor bound to correct this. He crouches down so he can be eye level with her.
"I am sorry Gwen. I am embarrassed because, despite being king, I do not have much experience in dealing with people. Not on an individual level at least, and it is even harder with a..."
Renaux coughs turning his head aside.
"Beautiful woman like yourself. Also you needn't worry, you are very likable. I am sure you will have no trouble finding friends, and traveling companions."
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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 29, 2016 20:02:31 GMT -8
Beautiful? He had called her beautiful? No way. This has turned from a fantasy come true to a pure fairy tale. There's no way this is real. She literally pinches the skin of her arm to be sure she's living in reality and not some dream. Yep, she feels it. Not a dream.
She looks up at Renaux with big, sweet eyes and asks, her voice barely above a squeaky whisper, "You...you...really think I'm beautiful?"
Her cheeks are tinged bright pink, and the moisture in her eyes has all but dried up.
"If...if I'm honest...I...after meeting you I...I don't want traveling companions anymore. I don'T want to travel any more. Can...can I stay here? Join your court? Before you say no, I know I'm not a noble and that you have to take status into consideration but...I'm a very good witch, and I have a lot of valuable knowledge. Pleeeeease?"
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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 29, 2016 20:34:53 GMT -8
Sky above! How could someone so beautiful be so naive. She seemed completely oblivious to how people might take her words. Renaux just wasn't equipped to handle her. He once again considers just running. No it didn't work the first time, so he would have to face her. What to say to that though? His eyes dart around, and that is when he notices the broken heel. Oh sky. Renaux realizes that he now must accept red, as his new skin color. By some miracle he manages to retain enough dignity, to speak calmly.
"I will give some consideration to your request. At this moment though Lady Barclay, I notice that you broke your heel. A replacement can be arranged, but we would have to find Gaspar. That will involve moving into the palace. It would be most unseemly for you to walk around bare foot. As such politeness dictates that I offer to carry you."
Damn chivalry, and damn Gaspar for forcing him to learn it.
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Feb 29, 2016 22:23:44 GMT -8
"Odd," he noted, "most noblewomen have no love for the classical dances. I suppose that's not a universal rule, though. I'm glad you do enjoy them. It's so much harder to dance with a partner who doesn't enjoy it." Alecos spoke as they continued to dance. "Indeed it is; my mother insisted I began learning when I was five. I had no love for it until I came of age, at which point I realised the grace and beauty of the well-executed dance." With that note, Alecos spun her around, under the point of his hand, once, twice, thrice, so many, before he caught her at the apoapis of the spin with the very crescendo of the music, and then they began weaving the room again.
It would seem he had not realised she was not a noblewoman - his demeanour would probably change if he knew the truth...
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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 29, 2016 22:42:37 GMT -8
Oh. He did think she was a noblewoman. As he spoke, Len was completely silent. Part of her didn't want to tell Alecos that she wasn't a noble. But Eleniel Windsong was not in the habit of lying. Even if it was just a lie of omission. She moved with the grace and ease of both practice and enjoyment as he spun her so effortlessly, her skirts flaring out in a wide circle of lovely pale purple. An act which, despite her nagging conscience, was so completely delightful, that she couldn't help the joyous laughter that tumbled past her parted lips as she finished twirling, then stepped back into his arms.
As they resumed moving through the other dancing couples, Len looked up at him with glowing eyes and a warm smile.. and knew that she couldn't continue to let him believe that she was just another noblewoman. Her smile slowly faded, as did the light in her eyes, being instead replaced by a very concerned glint. "Alecos.. I feel I should tell you.. that I'm not a noblewoman. Well, I mean, technically I am, my parents were nobles amongst the High Elves of my homeland, but in this realm.. I'm nothing but another Elf. I'm not even part of the court." She tensed unconsciously, waiting to see how he would react. She liked to believe the best of people, so maybe he would take it well? ..But probably not.
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Mar 1, 2016 1:08:34 GMT -8
Alecos, so very involved in the dance and music, didn't quite realise what was being said to him until he had heard it and the sparks had connected in his head. As he realised what had been said, his dance missed a step, and he stumbled before staggering back upright. As they continued to dance, silently, Alecos considering, it quickly became apparent he had missed the beat and lost his flow.
"I... I see, Ms. Windsong. I had assumed you were Elven nobility. I see I was incorrect."
From that point onwards, Alecos danced a perfect gentleman, but there was no real warmth or enthusiasm in the dance, merely the standards of etiquette demanded of him. He had really enjoyed his conversation with her, but there was no way he could be socialising with a lower class member. It simply wouldn't do.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 6:02:42 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2016 1:27:42 GMT -8
As soon as he could, Ihram casually and inconspicuously sidled to the scene. When the dance drew to a close, he took them each by the shoulder. "Well," he began with mirth, "I am most pleased that Alecos has found an associate. If you'll excuse me, madam, I must speak with him of important business with Atlanticus, so I'll have to ask you to wait a moment. I do hope you understand. I shan't steal him away long." He began to direct Alecos to a place out of her earshot, but stopped mid-step and turned back to Eleniel. "And I mean it! I know how you fair maidens can so often disappear!"
When he found a quiet place, he turned Alecos so that the half-elf could not see the party and grasped his shoulders; this was so Ihram could keep an eye on Eleniel and prevent her from walking out, if need be. He shook his friend, just lightly. "You need to associate with people! And she's an elf, at that. Your own kind! There aren't many of those around, far less in noble station. Besides, she acts very ladylike. It is most worth the doing to speak with such cultured people of the lower classes. How else are you to guide them? Now, if you'll excuse me, I must intercept the handmaiden you've most certainly left distraught." Ihram went to catch Eleniel and explain to her just how much Alecos really did want to talk with her, though he was feeling guilty and nervous. It was all true, of course, just not the whole truth.
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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 Mar 1, 2016 8:04:33 GMT -8
To...carry her. Gwen gives a soft giggle and a slight nod, her emotions seemingly clearing up.
"I...think I would like that," she admits, her cheeks a darker pink than usual. To be carried like a princess to the king's palace! Oh, what an honour.
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