Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512 
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Apr 25, 2016 6:03:44 GMT -8
She paused for a second before she realized what she said. "My bad ma'am, I misspoke slightly. They do not need to eat that much, at all. As long as they are not allowed to acquire their own food, they are just fine on less than that. It's still a lot of food, but no where near as much as an entire cow. I do not require any funds or supplies, the recent military acquisition reforms have pretty much put an end to that. If you have a task needing to be done ma'am, I am the woman to do it. My platoon leaves on patrol tomorrow, so if you have a specific job you need us to perform, we will be more than happy to do it. I promised St. George we could go to the circus once I was off-duty today though." "Oh, alright then. Let me give you a bit of context and ask another question, then. I'm looking into the possibility of griffin operations over open water- the ocean. Stationing griffins semi-permanently on seafaring or airborne vessels, as opposed to the land-based... bases you use today. The unparalleled mobility and tactical versatility offered by skilled griffin riders such as yourself, in the context of what is usually simply ship-to-ship conflict would be an immense asset to have, if I can make it logistically viable to do so, even if only for temporary periods." "With that in mind, let me ask this question. Can griffins fish, or swim? I mean, I would assume not, but your experiences with griffins far outpace my knowledge. Further, if griffins were provided with fish, would they eat it? Is salt-water fish an acceptable substitute for beef, do you think? If you're unsure, that's perfectly fine, don't feel obligated to give me an answer if you're not confident it's fully correct." Through her mind flashed images of heavily armored griffins and their riders diving on to enemy ships, the enemy sailors unable to drive back the assault. Living quarter requirements, feeding, etc. All went through her mind before she answered. "That is an excellent idea. Griffins are not overly picky about their food. In low supply, hostile situations they will even eat the enemy dead. Several of them are even partial to fish. I have never seen a griffin fish, but I am certain you could teach them to fish in a manner similar to eagles. They are large enough that few things in the water would pose a threat, probably only large sharks. I wouldnt station more than a squad or so on a ship though. They take up more space than horses in transportation, especially given that they are not being transported but in fact being utilized during the journey." |
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Apr 25, 2016 16:47:23 GMT -8
At Elizabeth’s comment about eating the dead, Madame Naoki is given pause, somewhat taken aback.
“... Oh. Well. Resourceful sorts, I suppose. A squad being four, then…”
Madame Naoki returns her attention to her notes, crossing some out and adding onto the bottom.
“You probably assume that I’m referring to ships that are in line with conventional standards of size, though… Hm. Well, fair enough, then. Thank you, Lieutenant, your information has been immensely valuable. If I might, I would like to suggest that when you’ve got some spare time on your hands- this isn’t terribly urgent, don’t miss the circus- that you perhaps take a bit of a trip out to an ocean, and test things out, as they were. Get a bit of experience flying over open water, and see if you run into any unexpected circumstances. Maybe have St. George have a go at fishing, see if he takes quickly to the skill. I’d appreciate some first-hand experiences and field data to better make my plans, and if you’d be willing to have a go at it, I’d be greatly appreciative. With the information you’ve just given me, I don’t see any outstanding issues that would prevent the… aquatic deployment? Naval usage? … The concept of putting griffins on boats. I don’t see why not, so getting some experience may serve you and your… soldiers? Fellow riders? … I’m really not particularly good with the whole words thing today, I apologize. I’m just suggesting you give it a shot, and tell me how it turns out.”
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Apr 25, 2016 17:12:08 GMT -8
At Elizabeth’s comment about eating the dead, Madame Naoki is given pause, somewhat taken aback. “... Oh. Well. Resourceful sorts, I suppose. A squad being four, then…” Madame Naoki returns her attention to her notes, crossing some out and adding onto the bottom. “You probably assume that I’m referring to ships that are in line with conventional standards of size, though… Hm. Well, fair enough, then. Thank you, Lieutenant, your information has been immensely valuable. If I might, I would like to suggest that when you’ve got some spare time on your hands- this isn’t terribly urgent, don’t miss the circus- that you perhaps take a bit of a trip out to an ocean, and test things out, as they were. Get a bit of experience flying over open water, and see if you run into any unexpected circumstances. Maybe have St. George have a go at fishing, see if he takes quickly to the skill. I’d appreciate some first-hand experiences and field data to better make my plans, and if you’d be willing to have a go at it, I’d be greatly appreciative. With the information you’ve just given me, I don’t see any outstanding issues that would prevent the… aquatic deployment? Naval usage? … The concept of putting griffins on boats. I don’t see why not, so getting some experience may serve you and your… soldiers? Fellow riders? … I’m really not particularly good with the whole words thing today, I apologize. I’m just suggesting you give it a shot, and tell me how it turns out.” She nodded. It wasn't a fact that the Dawn Riders were keen on perpetuating, the griffins were seen as a sign of honor, and strength. Eating the dead didn't exactly do that any favors. "Of course ma'am, perhaps I shall take the whole platoon and do a coastal patrol. With the rise of Goraia, we have been focused primarily on our land borders, but a good number of local threats exist near the sea as well, and I have not been that way in some time. Perhaps some of the fishermen there can help us out. I'll also take the opportunity to get them used to fighting in the sand. It's a very different experience to fighting in the dirt. I shall keep you updated on our progress ma'am." |
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Solas
New
Roleplay posts: 4 
Age: ???
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 6:58:09 GMT -8
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Post by Solas on Apr 25, 2016 17:29:11 GMT -8
Solas pushed the impressively large door open, reflecting briefly on the variation of customers this place must get. Solas was a tall man, and yet he only came to about two-thirds of the way up. He looked around the bar, without any undue haste, considering the denizens of the room, wondering as to why they were in there. A simple day of fun, or something more... From what he had heard, the Midnight Sun was the best bar in Isra, but also a lot more than that. He walked through the crowd that populated the main floor of the taproom, slipping effortlessly around those in his way, surprising as it was, for a man of his size, to make his way to the bar, whereupon he spoke to the bartender. "Dragon's Roar, on the rocks." He fished the appropriate coinage of Isran currency from his coin purse, laying it on the counter.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Apr 25, 2016 18:02:50 GMT -8
At Elizabeth’s comment about eating the dead, Madame Naoki is given pause, somewhat taken aback. “... Oh. Well. Resourceful sorts, I suppose. A squad being four, then…” Madame Naoki returns her attention to her notes, crossing some out and adding onto the bottom. “You probably assume that I’m referring to ships that are in line with conventional standards of size, though… Hm. Well, fair enough, then. Thank you, Lieutenant, your information has been immensely valuable. If I might, I would like to suggest that when you’ve got some spare time on your hands- this isn’t terribly urgent, don’t miss the circus- that you perhaps take a bit of a trip out to an ocean, and test things out, as they were. Get a bit of experience flying over open water, and see if you run into any unexpected circumstances. Maybe have St. George have a go at fishing, see if he takes quickly to the skill. I’d appreciate some first-hand experiences and field data to better make my plans, and if you’d be willing to have a go at it, I’d be greatly appreciative. With the information you’ve just given me, I don’t see any outstanding issues that would prevent the… aquatic deployment? Naval usage? … The concept of putting griffins on boats. I don’t see why not, so getting some experience may serve you and your… soldiers? Fellow riders? … I’m really not particularly good with the whole words thing today, I apologize. I’m just suggesting you give it a shot, and tell me how it turns out.” She nodded. It wasn't a fact that the Dawn Riders were keen on perpetuating, the griffins were seen as a sign of honor, and strength. Eating the dead didn't exactly do that any favors. "Of course ma'am, perhaps I shall take the whole platoon and do a coastal patrol. With the rise of Goraia, we have been focused primarily on our land borders, but a good number of local threats exist near the sea as well, and I have not been that way in some time. Perhaps some of the fishermen there can help us out. I'll also take the opportunity to get them used to fighting in the sand. It's a very different experience to fighting in the dirt. I shall keep you updated on our progress ma'am." “Excellent! That sounds fantastic. Let me know if you need anything, and as always, keep me posted. Have a good time at the circus, too, ‘Liz.” With a small wave and a proportional wink, Madame Naoki bids Lieutenant Finch farewell, before exchanging the documents on her desk for another set, presumably having to do with Tristian’s new job. |
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The Starlight Dawn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 116
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun/Starlight Dawn, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 5:08:38 GMT -8
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Post by The Starlight Dawn on Apr 25, 2016 18:18:19 GMT -8
Solas pushed the impressively large door open, reflecting briefly on the variation of customers this place must get. Solas was a tall man, and yet he only came to about two-thirds of the way up. He looked around the bar, without any undue haste, considering the denizens of the room, wondering as to why they were in there. A simple day of fun, or something more... From what he had heard, the Midnight Sun was the best bar in Isra, but also a lot more than that. He walked through the crowd that populated the main floor of the taproom, slipping effortlessly around those in his way, surprising as it was, for a man of his size, to make his way to the bar, whereupon he spoke to the bartender. "Dragon's Roar, on the rocks." He fished the appropriate coinage of Isran currency from his coin purse, laying it on the counter. The on-duty bartender for that particular instant happens to be Allen, now with a full week’s worth of experience under his belt. He has adjusted well to things, and now carries himself with an acceptable level of confidence as he responds to Solas . “You got it, bud.” Turning to the wall of bottle behind him, deft hands select a choice few and a clean cocktail shaker. After a few moments of careful pouring and mixing, the beverage is transferred into a tall glass for serving, which is then placed before Solas. The liquid within seems to flicker and waver in a manner reminiscent of an open flame. The currency is wiped away into some side pocket, and Allen moves down the bar to service another customer, with a simple phrase, “Enjoy.” |
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Registered: Nov 24, 2024 11:25:03 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2016 0:56:03 GMT -8
The young woman offered a nod at both the waiter's leave and return, and she waited until he was gone before pocketing the remaining Moon tokens - she didn't want to seem rude to the man, even if he was simply working. When the meal was set out before her she had to admire it for a few moments - it smelled absolutely divine, especially on an empty stomach. When she bit into the noodles and beef she took a little longer to savor it - this was well worth the coin.
Despite her desire to wolf down the entire meal, she took her time to enjoy it and let her stomach fill gradually. Half way through with the dish she came to a realization - if she were to live and work here in the city, she was definitely going to be spoiled here at the Midnight Sun. By the time the bowl was scraped clean, there was no time to ponder on desert. It was taking everything she had to keep from nodding out at the table, now that she was well fed and doubly tired as a result. When the waiter came back to clear her table she wanted to hug him - once again, she refrained from doing so, letting him leave with a very gracious thank-you.
From here, she managed to find her way to the stairwell that led back down to the first floor. She passed around the bar and stopped, remembering the exchange counter she had been notified of. But... how much would she need for a room for the night? She figured it would be safer to inquire about the price and then acquire the proper amount via the counter afterwards. She had to be careful - this was her last bit of currency until she could find work. It would have to last. She made for the door across the room, where she had been told of the inn keeper.
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The Starlight Dawn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 116
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun/Starlight Dawn, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 5:08:38 GMT -8
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Post by The Starlight Dawn on Apr 26, 2016 4:04:59 GMT -8
Cecil is, as he tends to be, sitting as his reception desk in the Inn when Yuki approaches. Upon noticing his latest visitor, he shuts his book and slides it off to onc side, knitting his fingers together and resting his elbows on the desk. Assuming that Yuki hasn’t managed to conceal her fatigue terribly well, Cecil takes note, and tailors his greeting appropriately, offering a small wave and, once the doors shut behind her, speaking warmly in that particular, friendly, bearded, cripple sort of way.
“Hello, miss. I am Cecil, Inkeeper. My inkeeper’s intuition tells me that you’re looking for a place to spend the night, in which case, you’ve come to the right place. Rooms are one Sun per night, suites are two.”
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Apr 26, 2016 4:37:12 GMT -8
"Of course ma'am, and thank you! I hope you have a safe trip."
She saluted the orb and turned to face Lord Seryl.
"Lord Seryl, it has been a pleasure getting to know you these past couple of days. I hope to see you again."
She smiled at him before exiting the room and leaving the pair to discuss their plans. She quickly made her way out of the Midnight Sun to where her griffin was most likely waiting, eager as he was to do see the circus.
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Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 18, 2016 16:46:29 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Apr 26, 2016 9:41:51 GMT -8
Tristian had listened in on the conversation with interest. Griffins on board a ship, hm? Curious, indeed. When the Lieutenant made to leave, he pushed away from the wall which had been his leaning post, and folded his right arm over his waist as he bowed. When he straightened, he gave the woman a small smile. "The pleasure was all mine, Lieutenant Finch. Take care of yourself out there." Turning away when the griffin knight exited the room, his attention shifted back to the orb where Naoki was seen, and he moved closer so as to be more easily visible. Hands clasped behind his back, he stood ramrod straight, silently regal and patient.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Apr 26, 2016 18:29:09 GMT -8
Still sorting through paperwork on her end, Naoki again addresses Trisitian.
“Have a seat, Lord Seryl. There’s a lot we need to discuss, related to your appointment, responsibilities and all of the intricacies of the job you’re about to accept. There’s going to be a fair amount of paperwork to work this all out…”
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Lord Tristian Seryl
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 210
Age: 37
Physical Description: At 6'1", Tristian is tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean but muscled form. His features are chiseled and aristocratic, set with dark brown eyes and framed by shoulder-length brown hair; he does occasionally grow a beard and mustache, but most frequently, he is seen to be clean-shaven. Very little about him stands out, aside from his handsome features - he has a few scars gained during the flight from Medan, but few of them are visible to the casual observer, being hidden by his everyday attire.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a nobleman, Tristian typically wears well-made tunics, breeches, and boots in a variety of colors, but as a practical man, he abhors silk - most of his clothes are simply made of fine, but sturdy, wool, though he does indulge in fur-lined gloves and cloaks in winter. On rare occasions, mostly just important state functions (given he is the head of the Black Tower) he can be seen wearing a full set of blue and gold plate armor, emblazoned with his family crest of the gryphon head. A lot of the time, Tristian carries with him his family's heirloom sword, and he always wears a golden signet ring with the Seryl family crest - he also wears a signet ring with the crest of the Black Tower, which allows him to maintain telepathic contact with his operatives.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 18, 2016 16:46:29 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Tristian Seryl on Apr 26, 2016 18:46:35 GMT -8
Tristian nodded and pulled up a chair, settling himself comfortably. Or, well, as comfortably as one could possibly be in full plate. "Understood." Time to get down to business. It felt so good to actually be accomplishing something.
<Fade to.. grey, because business is so boring and stuff>
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Solas
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: ???
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 6:58:09 GMT -8
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Post by Solas on Apr 27, 2016 11:55:13 GMT -8
Solas took the glass from where it rested on the countertop, before making his way back across the room to find a quiet seat. He would observe the goings-on of the bar for the time being.
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Registered: Nov 24, 2024 11:25:03 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2016 13:59:06 GMT -8
Cecil is, as he tends to be, sitting as his reception desk in the Inn when Yuki approaches. Upon noticing his latest visitor, he shuts his book and slides it off to onc side, knitting his fingers together and resting his elbows on the desk. Assuming that Yuki hasn’t managed to conceal her fatigue terribly well, Cecil takes note, and tailors his greeting appropriately, offering a small wave and, once the doors shut behind her, speaking warmly in that particular, friendly, bearded, cripple sort of way. “Hello, miss. I am Cecil, Inkeeper. My inkeeper’s intuition tells me that you’re looking for a place to spend the night, in which case, you’ve come to the right place. Rooms are one Sun per night, suites are two.” Yuki would fold her hands and offer a low bow to the named Cecil behind his desk. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Cecil-san. I... I was told you would have my mount taken care of while I was eating - and for that I greatly appreciate it." She would approach the counter, hand going into her pouch one more to pull out just a handful of tokens - Moons and gold mixed - which she held for him to see. "I have every intent to pay you, kind sir... I just need to have the coins exchanged. I was told that, because these are so strange here," she adds, bringing a finger up to turn over one of the gold coins in her palm so he could see, "That I should see the exchange counter first. But I wanted to understand your rates for your inn, and I thank you deeply for providing that for me.
"Would you permit me a few moments to see the other counter? I promise I'll return swiftly and pay what I owe for your hospitality and a room." Her gaze turned up to his, a bit worried that he might be insulted by her leave. |
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The Midnight Sun
Committed
Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Apr 27, 2016 15:24:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Apr 27, 2016 15:37:49 GMT -8
Cecil smiles at her, nodding patiently.
"Oh, don't worry, ma'am. We'll have your horse taken care of. Our horse stables are of the absolute highest quality. Nothing but the best for your mount. And that's fine, go ahead and see the exchange counter. Or, if you'd prefer, ten of those Moons that you already have would equal one Sun, and will cover the cost of your room for the night. That would save you the trouble of having to exchange more coins."
He scratches his beard, and takes a sip of water.
"No problem at all if you'd like to go head over there first, though."
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Whir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 95
Age: 23
Physical Description: Whir stands approximately six feet and five inches (nearly two meters) tall. His skin ranges from pale to dark blue and is lined with bright markings that do not appear to be tattoos. Dark blue crystals shoot back from his scalp where hair would be on a pure blooded human. He is lithe and corded, muscles defined, but not pronounced.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Simple clothing hangs from Whir's slim body. The only apparent armor a banded chest plate made of what appears to be some dark wood. Resting on a loop attached to the back of this chest piece is a long and narrow sword. To the untrained observer it almost appears as a needle, with the eye replaced by a pommel set with some light blue gem. The sword is in fact, made from a single crystal of orichalcum. The rapier-like double edged blade is nearly indestructible despite its thin profile. A leather wrap starts at the pommel and runs about eighteen inches up the body of the sword, where immediately after, the five foot long blade takes an edge.
Registered: Feb 24, 2016 19:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Whir on Apr 28, 2016 14:50:32 GMT -8
After a time, receiving the items he had asked of Madame Naoki, and a good meal, Whir decided to get on with his new task. Nodding to Kevin and the newer bartender, whose name he just couldn't seem to remember despite having asked several times, he left his stool at the bar and a nova on the counter. He had met several people in the last few weeks of staying at the Midnight Sun, and heard some good stories. He didn't doubt he'd end up here again in the future, as distant as that may end up being.
He headed up to his room and cleaned out his drawers and chests. The clothes he had purchased wouldn't be worth carrying on a journey, so he'd drop them at the orphanage on his way out of the city. He packed them all into a sack he had purchased for just this task. He donned his freshly cleaned and repaired armor, and collected his sword. It felt good in his hands. He had re-wrapped the hilt with new leather and the softness lent a bit of comfort to the tight grip he'd have to use to wield it.
After the cleaning, he'd drop three novas on the table as a tip for the staff who had brought him linens and kept his clothes clean. It wasn't as much as he would have liked, but he'd been enjoying himself a bit too much in the time he'd stayed. Tossing the last couple of suns and moons he had into one of his pouches, he tightened the string and tucked it into his belt.
With one last look at the room, he turned to leave and closed the door behind him. He made his way back down the stairs and into the front room. If anyone that he had met caught his eye, he'd give him or her a nod a smile as he walked across the room and out the door.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2016 16:05:02 GMT -8
Cecil smiles at her, nodding patiently. "Oh, don't worry, ma'am. We'll have your horse taken care of. Our horse stables are of the absolute highest quality. Nothing but the best for your mount. And that's fine, go ahead and see the exchange counter. Or, if you'd prefer, ten of those Moons that you already have would equal one Sun, and will cover the cost of your room for the night. That would save you the trouble of having to exchange more coins." He scratches his beard, and takes a sip of water. "No problem at all if you'd like to go head over there first, though." The man's patience brought a wider smile to her face, and she dipped her head low in thanks to him. She tucked the odd coins back into her pouch and made for the door again with a quickness, eager to get this done and properly pay up the innkeeper for looking after her leopard and herself. She was grateful when she approached the exchange counter - the man sitting behind the desk looked at her with an easy grin. She neared him and offered a bow to him in turn before bringing her pouch up and emptying the contents on the counter before him. She let him examine the remaining 4 coins and the 7 bars, and she felt like crying when he laid out the options before her. Much to her surprise, the man was offering a Sun for each coin, but it was the bars that made her want to weep. He easily offered 5 Suns per bar, as they were solid and well over 90% gold - he pressed hard with his thumb onto one of the flat edges and it gave just a bit to his effort. The young woman happily parted with two of the bars for now and pocketed the rest, also tucking the Suns away - opting to keep that level of currency rather than go the next one up. She was about to spend part of it anyhow. With another low bow in gratitude and thanks, she turned and hurried back through the doors for the patient Cecil sitting at his counter. A single sun was produced and held for him to accept. "I thank you for waiting, and for the options - but I'll be most content in the standard room. I've no need for a suite, Cecil-san." |
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Apr 28, 2016 18:33:19 GMT -8
Cecil smiles broadly, nodding at the foreign woman. After taking the Sun, he reaches under the desk and pulls out a small room key, with a wooden tag labeling it as "Room #14".
"Here you go, Miss. If you need anything, please do not hesitate to tell me or another member of the staff. I'm sure you'll find the room to your liking."
Grinning, he dips his pen in ink and opens his logbook.
"Your name, ma'am?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2016 18:41:53 GMT -8
Cecil smiles broadly, nodding at the foreign woman. After taking the Sun, he reaches under the desk and pulls out a small room key, with a wooden tag labeling it as "Room #14". "Here you go, Miss. If you need anything, please do not hesitate to tell me or another member of the staff. I'm sure you'll find the room to your liking." Grinning, he dips his pen in ink and opens his logbook. "Your name, ma'am?" The young woman nipped at her lower lip a moment as her name was asked for, but she wasn't particularly nervous. It was just a matter of doing this correctly. "I believe you would say Yuki Yuumi. Of Shun. I think," she murmurs, starting to feel a little embarrassed. But she manages to give the man a bashful smile. She would open her palm to accept the key. |
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Apr 28, 2016 19:27:45 GMT -8
Cecil writes her name down in the logbook and hands her the key, smiling.
"Well, Miss Yuumi, I hope you enjoy your stay with us at the Midnight Sun."
Once Yuki went to her room, she would find it rather small, but cozy and clean. The bed would be fairly soft and non-lumpy, and a complimentary bar of chocolate sat on the pillow.
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