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 Mar 10, 2016 15:16:05 GMT -8
Whir listened to the hostess as she listed the services available at The Midnight Sun. Unfortunately, it seemed he'd have to go elsewhere for new clothes. Trying to decide if he should eat or bathe first, he listened to the rumble of his stomach and the itch on his scalp debate for him. After several seconds, he thanked Skarlet and headed in the direction of the innkeeper.
Coming up to the counter, he'd greet Cecil with an exuberant "hello!" "I'd like a nice room with a hot bath and soap please! And if it's available, could I have food and drink brought up?" Whir reaches into the pouch of tokens and waits for Cecil to give the price of the accommodations and an answer to his query on room service.
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Sylvatica Welchion
New
That little...
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 26
Physical Description: Long black hair, bearded, but not too long. Stern look and quite dapper. Tall, 6'3".
Clothes and Equipment: mostly dressed in black, fine robes or the more practical black leather adventure outfit he hardly uses. Has a sword which he is quite good at using.
Player's online availability : every few days (CET)
Registered: Mar 10, 2016 14:42:15 GMT -8
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Post by Sylvatica Welchion on Mar 10, 2016 15:30:52 GMT -8
It had been a rough day. Having to look for both my younger brother and sister in town.
The first had an appointment with the treasury. Countless pleas from our mother had not persuaded him to stay.
The latter had ran out to search for him an hour later. She was capable, though a bit... unintelligent.
Under pressure of both father and mother I left my own home, close to our parents' estate and went to look for them.
It was none of his business and I could've used the time for study or enhancing myself.
'Alas...
Both had not yet returned, father would have reached out to me. So now it was time for me to go around the taverns. Starting with the Sun, one of the more preferred places for my siblings to go.
The second I entered I knew they weren't here, no bard playing enthusiastically. No overly silent crowd.
Just a normal evening in the Sun. I wanted to keep it that way, just one drink.
Being the eldest of three is exhausting.
Familiar with the place I went to sit down in one of the few unoccupied booths, waiting for someone to serve me.
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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 Mar 10, 2016 16:24:22 GMT -8
Cecil sits atop a tall toll behind the Inn’s front desk, hunched over a small book. As Whir approaches, he scrambles to close and toss the book away onto the desk and faces his latest customer.
Standing from the stool, Cecil is revealed to be a man of about average height and girth, wearing a relatively simple white tunic. His defining physical characteristic is his excellent beard, and how well he wears it. It’s the perfect length, coming down to rest neatly on the front of his chest. It is the ideal balance between well groomed and unruly; wavy hairs hairs twisting to form a gentle curve. It’s the sort of thing one might be inclined to reach out and touch, just to see what perfection feels like.
“Ah, sir, I’m afraid that I do not have any ‘nice’ rooms available at present. Nor have I ever.”
He pauses for a moment before continuing and begins to smirk, “I have only the best rooms in all of Isra!”
Here, Cecil takes a moment- but only a moment, to chuckle heartily before looking down to consult the ledger before him on the desk. He traces a finger down the listing of rooms, taking note of which ones are occupied, as he does so, he speaks to Whir in a casually businesslike sort of tone.
“I have thirteen available rooms, two of which are suites. Regular rooms are a single Suns per night, suites are two. Room service is complimentary, ring the bell inside the room, and someone will be around to assist you shortly. You can order whatever you’d like from the kitchen from them and have it brought up. You have the option of paying for your room daily, or running a tab and paying it before you leave.”
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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 Mar 10, 2016 17:38:38 GMT -8
Whir also finds humour in Cecil's joke and chortles. "I'll take the one with the best view," he jokes. He reaches into the pouch of token and pulls out a sun and places it on the counter. "I have a hard time with tabs, so you'll forgive me if I pay as I go," he says, winking at Cecil.
After collecting the key to the room, he proceeds to it and removes his armor and traveling gear, laying his sword on the bed. Immediately after, he rings the bell and orders a meal from the esoteric menu that sounds good. And of course, he had to try the specialty drink. Soon he was settled in the bath and when the servers came he'd have them leave the tray on a table.
Now his clothes were still soiled, but at least he was clean and didn't smell of unwashed boot grime. He enjoyed the meal, and the drink, and determined he would definitely be enjoying more of those this evening. But first, he needed some new clothes that would befit his time in the city. Surely the time would end, but there was no sense in walking around shirtless in the meantime.
He wandered back down to the main floor and took a quick walk through the casino. The ladies decorating the arms of players definitely interested him. But for now, he took the hostess Skarlet's advice and headed out in search of the tailor she had mentioned.
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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 Mar 10, 2016 18:09:19 GMT -8
About an hour later, Whir returned and dropped his armor and sword in his room, then made his way down to the bar. Nodding to Skarlet, he took a seat there and ordered another Heartbreak from the barkeeper. He watched the crowd as the drink's pleasant taste and alcoholic content permeated his body.
After a few more drinks, Whir found himself chatting with others at the bar, telling stories of his travels and listening to theirs. Beckoning the bartender over again, he ordered a round of drinks for himself and the others there. While the drinks were being filled, he turned his attention to the barkeeper. "So, where does a guy who can swing a sword go for work around this fine city?"
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035 
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Mar 11, 2016 13:02:08 GMT -8
Skarlet would excuse herself at some point to go up to her room. She changes out of her outfit and removes the quietly vibrating pebble-thing that was in her snatch. It was covered in feminine juices. "Ahh~"
She began to clean herself up down there, then re-insert the pebble, put on fresh panties and get dressed into a different color Bunny Suit. She then gets back to work.
"This feels so naughty..." Skarlet mumbles to herself, cursing her boyfriend for suggesting it.
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Kevin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Physical Description: Kevin is a non-descript man, dressed in a suit.
Registered: Sept 17, 2015 18:15:13 GMT -8
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Post by Kevin on Mar 11, 2016 13:26:54 GMT -8
Kevin responds to Whir's question seamlessly as he pours the next round of drinks. "There's the army, if you're looking for a more permanent position. Really, though, the best way to find work here is through the Midnight Sun. If we aren't hiring at the moment, we'll know who is. As the best bar in town, most people passing through Isra wind up here sooner or later, as well, so asking around and buying a few drinks can often land you a job."
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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 Mar 12, 2016 15:13:39 GMT -8
Whir cocks his head to the side. "So does that mean you are hiring?" He takes another long pull of his fourth or fifth Hearbreaker. "Not suited for the army. I'm a wanderer I guess. I've never been to this city before, don't have any contacts here."
He looks around the room again, which seems rather fuller at this time of the evening. Most groups seem like pleasure seekers or boys in over their heads, rather than folk who might hire him for his somewhat narrow skill set.
He turns back to Kevin and orders another Heartbreaker. "I think I'll just hang around for now, see what I can see." He smiles as the drink is served and pays the tab allowing several moons for a tip.
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Rarraennan "Cynder" K'talon
Committed
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 26
Physical Description: Covered in a sleek, silky coat of blue fur, this catlike jungle islander stands at about five feet tall, average height for one of her species, though rather short compared to other humanoids. She has almond-shaped, sly brown slitted eyes and a short snout, ending in a wet black nose. Two fluffy blue and white ears poke up above an oddly misplaced head of brown silky hair, the left one pierced with two hoop earrings. Her figure is lithe and well-toned, speaking to a life of intense physical activity.
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Cynder generally wears a set of black and gold leather clothing, coated with a wax that makes it fireproof, due to Cynder's being covered in fur, and the difficulties that presents as a pyromancer. Her top is a low-cut halter top with gold lining, and her trousers are tight leather trousers, complemented by a pair of sturdy boots, perfect for acrobatic performances. When not performing, she generally walks about with her feet uncovered, preferring the feel of the ground beneath her paws. She wears quite a bit of golden jewelry, as well, all produced in her homeland long, long ago, handed down to her by her mother.
Registered: Feb 13, 2016 19:57:17 GMT -8
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Post by Rarraennan "Cynder" K'talon on Mar 12, 2016 23:54:17 GMT -8
Cynder sits down and crosses her hands over her lap, averting her eyes. She has a slight blush upon her cheeks, visible even through her azure fur, and her voice is quieter and more hesitant than usual.
"Well...you know when we...when I was in...heat? Well...that usually means I'm ovulating and...well...I don't know how else to say this, so. I'm pregnant," she says, her voice going extremely quiet at the last two words, barely more than a whisper.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Mar 13, 2016 8:52:11 GMT -8
Alden stares at Cynder blankly. Pregnant... defined as a child developing in the uterus. A result of copulation during an estrus period. They had copulated, heat was an animal term for the estrus period. She was pregnant, that meant she was going to be a mother. If there was a mother there was in turn a father... The assassin mind struggled to connect dots. His odd and very selective education, had only briefly covered this subject. He is trying to remember facts glossed over, years ago. There had to be a father. The father would be the male participant from the copulation. That was him, he was going to be the father. Oh. Oh dear. He... he was not equipped to handle this. What did he... what should he...
"I... I Made a promise to be the best mate I can be, so long as you want me. I don't know what to do, but that promise hasn't changed. You tell me what I need to do, and I will do it."
Then Alden hugs her, pulling her in tight. He does it for himself, the news had rocked him to his core. He needed the support, the warmth of the embrace. Without he was pretty sure he would do something stupid.
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Mar 13, 2016 12:40:36 GMT -8
Skarlet returns downstairs to continue her duties, now wearing a light blue bunny suit with white pantyhose and appropriately colored ears. She'd greet entering customers at her podium and also monitor the wait staff.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 11:53:13 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2016 9:31:33 GMT -8
After a good few hours, when the group would leave Madame Naoki to her own, the Lionkin would awaken. Now, before his sudden alertness, he was curled up in a circle upon the center-rug, tail lain out in front of his body as his paws covered his snout, one atop the other as eyes were closed and ears were calm. Legs were curled up as much as possible, the tail every now and then swishing against it. But one with a tail would be quite used to such a minor disturbance in rest by now. It was quite a hospitable room, Madame Naoki had blessed him with, which his body quite appreciated as the wood was quite soft and delicate, a comfortable mattress for the looming warrior.
The tiger's head would pop up, eyes dilating, narrowing in focus, before gasping to himself. A tongue crept from the beast's maw, waking up his facial region as a once dried tongue began to salivate and wet the whiskers surrounding the front of his maw. Aithen yawned with a tiger-like growl, stretching out with his rump to the air, pushing himself up at he marched forth towards the door. It was then when Aithen had realized, that the door was closed. By himself, no doubt, paws clawing at the doorknob. But no grip was given, and no luck was to grasp the handle. The sharp roar from Aithen signified to anyone nearby that here was trouble, but the booming roar signified it undoubtedly, taking two mighty steps backwards as the beast grasped onto the handle of his greatsword, a hatred towards the small, golden object. He would NOT be stopped by some damn piece of construction! He was Aithen of Kardeth!
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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 Mar 21, 2016 16:36:49 GMT -8
A small group of Operatives approach The Midnight Sun. Held between two of them is Ravven Fletcher on a basic stretcher brought in for the occasion. On the walk over from St. James’ Boutique, one of the Operatives trained in medicine had treated Ravven enough to stabilize his condition. Once inside, the rest of the group splits off to attend to whatever other matters they might have to accomplish. The pair with the stretcher carry it up to one of the rooms of the Inn, where they stop, and check to see if Ravven is still unconscious. One of the men taps the back of his hand against an uninjured portion of Ravven’s arm, and speaks. “Oi. Bub. You up?” Elsewhere within The Midnight Sun, a petite young lady is retreating to her room after a long shift. Her feet drag across the carpet as she undoes her fastener in her hair, allowing it to cascade down her shoulders. She moves slowly through the hallway, fondly thinking ahead to her bed. However, as she passes the door to Aithen’s room, she is abruptly startled back to full alertness, fight or flight instincts kicking fully into gear as the monstrous Lionkin pounds at the other side of the door. Right back down the corridor she rushes as Aithen’s roar penetrates through the door. Her hair fastener lies forgotten on the floor. Shortly thereafter, Cecil comes up the stairs, to investigate what he was informed ‘must be a tremendous lion in room 305’. He approaches the door, and strokes his beard contemplatively as Aithen continues to pound on the door. Strange. Regardless, Cecil is nothing if not courageous, so he simply moves forward to the door and turns the handle. Seeing as how the door opens inwards, he attempts to gently push the door in, but may find it difficult depending on how Aithen decides to move. |
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 21, 2016 16:42:13 GMT -8
Roy walks beside the stretcher, fretting over his cousin.
"I haven't seen him in a very long time...it's such a shame to see him in this state. I hope he's not ill...you'll be fine, won't you Ravven?"
Once Ravven is set down, Roy looks around at his surroundings for the first time.
"Er...are you sure this is a hospital? It all seems a bit...well..."
He gestures towards the floor, through which the sounds of the bar can be heard. After a moment, he turns back to Ravven.
"Are you awake? What happened? Are you ok?"
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Registered: Oct 21, 2015 16:41:47 GMT -8
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Mar 21, 2016 17:12:21 GMT -8
Ravven groans as consciousness slowly returns to him. The first thing he would perceive through blurred vision was the two men who had brought him up to the room, inquiring on his health.
“I think I’ll be okay now… Where am I, though, and how did I get here?” He spoke clearly, but he was obviously still a bit out of it as he craned his head to look around the room.
It wouldn’t take long for him to see Roy as his cousin also inquired into his health. Meeting his cousin here had been quite unexpected, he was almost surprised the demon in him had allowed the meeting to occur. Before it had been quite insistent about him never meeting any family again, but perhaps its hold on him was growing weaker.
“I’m awake...barely, that guard did a number on me. As for what happened, well, that story would take a very long time to tell Roy. You appear to have left the family estate on purpose, but I left for reasons not under my control. I’ve been living on the streets for several years now and been forced to survive by stealing from vendors and pickpocketing. Today I met a rather... angry guard and as you can see, he gave me quite the beating…”
Ravven winced as he leaned on one of his shoulders and attempted to see how bad the wounds were. He still felt a bit too lightheaded to try healing himself, so now all he could do was simply wait to regain his strength.
“What are you doing in Isra, Roy? I haven’t had contact with anyone in the family in years, so I have no clue what recent events have happened in the family. Regardless, I’m lucky to have found you here, I haven’t had anyone I could talk to or consider a friend in even the remotest sense of the word for a very long time.”
His eyes looked weary as he said this, although he was only sixteen, it was quite apparent he had been through a great ordeal in his short life. A number of scars could be seen on his torso and arms, presumably from previous encounters. He simply seemed tired, which those who didn’t know him would most likely account to his current condition, but he knew he was always like this to one degree on the other. That blasted demon...
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 11:53:13 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2016 19:59:09 GMT -8
Kematian practically flew into the Midnight Sun, the front entrance proving a mere inconvenience and barely slowing him as he rushed to find Alden. He ran to the bar, narrowly evading tables and patrons, and stopped by flinging himself into the bar, sprawling his upper body across it. He recovered, and without taking a seat inquired of the barman: "Where can I find Alden? I need to talk to him now."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 21, 2016 20:19:42 GMT -8
Roy pats his cousin on the head, concerned. He does love his family, even relatives he hasn't seen in a while. He doesn't remember exactly why Cousin Ravven left, though. Maybe it was because of some kind of curse? Who knows.
"Where are we? I don't know myself...Some folks brought us here. They healed you, so they're probably not kidnappers."
When Ravven mentions his run-in with the angry guard, Roy frowns.
"You should be careful out there, Ravven. They can be dangerous sometimes."
Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a piece of chocolate and hands it to Ravven.
"Here ya go, buddy. I'm here to visit Uncle Renalt. Have you visited him? His candy shop is just down the road. I'm glad we ran into each other too, it's been so long since we last spoke. You've grown so much!"
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Registered: Oct 21, 2015 16:41:47 GMT -8
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Mar 22, 2016 6:34:55 GMT -8
As Roy goes to pat him on the head, Ravven instinctively flinches. He hadn’t meant too, he had seen Roy’s intention before it had happened, but he hadn’t been able to control the reaction. He flushed slightly in embarrassment, he really needed to get ahold of himself. He muttered an apology to Roy, he certainly didn’t want him to get the impression he disliked him, but his ingrained instinct was hard to overcome.
“They brought me here to heal me? There are few people who would be so kind, especially in a city such as this, street urchins are a dime a dozen. Still, they won’t be getting any complaints from me.”
At Roy’s mention of the streets being dangerous, Ravven simply nodded and pointed to his fresh wounds.
“I’m quite aware, but I don’t really have another choice. This damn demon!”
Realizing he had said more than he intended, Ravven simply glanced at the floor, not wanting to meet his cousin's eyes. He may have just blown his chances with the only relative he had met in years by mentioning the demon, still, it wasn’t right to ask for his help under false pretenses. After all, he couldn’t exactly hide his condition from someone for long.
When offered the chocolate, Ravven would reluctantly take it, offering his thanks to Roy for it. He hadn’t eaten chocolate in a long time, the demon always yelled at him if he tried to buy some, saying it was a luxury, unnecessary. His thoughts were suddenly halted as Roy mentioned his plans to go visit Uncle Renalt and what sounded an awful lot like a goodbye to Ravven. This very thought filled him with panic, the first relative he had managed to meet in years, leaving him.
“Wait, you're not leaving me here are you Roy? Please tell me you aren’t! I haven’t had contact with anyone from the family for years, I’ve been alone all this time. I beg you, let me come with you!”
Ravven’s demeanor changed in an instant. He was now in a panic of sorts, a glint of fear in his eyes. It would be quite clear to Roy the thought of being left alone terrified Ravven.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 22, 2016 6:53:10 GMT -8
"Huh? Demon?"
Roy takes a couple of steps towards the door, but stops when Ravven begs him to return.
"Well...I suppose I can stay with you for a little while. You're in no shape to go anywhere, that's for sure."
He opens his own chocolate bar, skillfully tearing open the foil paper wrapper.
"But I have to go back to Gauldin tomorrow, Ravven. Tell you what, I'll bring you over to Uncle Renalt's place. How's that sound? He can take care of you as you recover and get back on your feet."
Pulling a chair over to Ravven's bedside, Roy sits down and gives his younger cousin another soft pat on the head.
"Now what's this about a demon? Did you get cursed?"
He frowns, concerned.
"If you are, maybe you should come with me to Gauldin. There's mages at the academy who can help you with curses."
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Registered: Oct 21, 2015 16:41:47 GMT -8
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Mar 22, 2016 7:29:24 GMT -8
Ravven decided he might as well tell Roy about the demon in detail now. Letting out a noticeable sigh of relief as Roy came back over to him, he began his tale.
“It all started four years ago when I went into the town. I got into a big argument with the family and told them I was running away and would never return, but I never meant that! Foolish of me to say, but I was furious and simply planned on returning the next morning. When I was out in the town however, a demon possessed me. I think this demon makes a sport of possessing young people such as myself and tormenting them, at least, that’s what I’ve gathered from the few things it's said.”
Letting out a hiss of pain, Ravven shifted to his side so he wasn’t laying on his wounds. He then continued, his voice mostly calm sounding, but a bitterness underlying every word.
“This demon was able to control me to a significant degree, especially back then. Although I simply wanted to go back home, the demon forced me to make my way to a sea port and sail far away from the Fletcher Estates. Any attempts I’ve made to return have been stopped by the demon, I’m simply not strong enough to override his will for any meaningful amount of time.”
The mention of a magic academy that might be able to help him causes Ravven to perk up a bit.
“There are more complications than normal to removing this demon, but if they were willing to help, it surely couldn’t worsen my condition. If you let me come along with you to Gauldin, you have my deepest thanks. Although I don’t have anything against Renalt, I don’t think I’d feel as safe around him.”
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