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 29, 2016 19:28:39 GMT -8
Through one of the rear doors, Madame Naoki enters The Midnight Sun. Though she moves with the same curtness and elegance of movement as is standard, the faraway glaze on her eyes and the way her grip on the doorknob trembles attests to the freshly imparted weight on her shoulders; the weight of a nation. Almost mechanical footsteps take Naoki up, from the first floor to the second, and from the second to the third. At last, her walk from The Citadel back to her office is complete, and she collapses into her adjective chair, trusting Artemis to close the door behind them. For a few long moments, she simply sits, chin in hand, eyes focused on the left wall, and upon the map of Isra that adorns it. Over the course of the next week or so, responsibility for this entire city, this entire nation, will come to rest quite squarely on her shoulders. Not quite her shoulders alone, she supposes. There is Tyrus. Much of the administrative work will be his responsibility, especially the majority of the most boorish and mundane maintenance tasks. However, that leaves to her the most important decisions- the incumbency to act decisively, in the best manner in the interest of the people of Isra, as Lady of The Free City. It is at once both an empowering and terrifying prospect to consider. In the election of the last few hours, she was chosen to become arguably one of the highest authorities in the known world. Following the inauguration, she will stand on truly equal footing with the likes of King Renaux of Travére and that Lord Zephidel character. Her word will be law in Isra; quite literally, as opposed to the de-facto ways of yesterday. Decisions of international policy and appointment of government officials will be hers to make. As the seconds tick past and the metaphorical gears of her mind continue to turn, responsibility after responsibility becomes apparent, and the list of changes to be made and tasks to accomplishes grows longer and longer, to speak nothing of her higher obligation to Kate, and the juggling act that will become necessary to balance all of these matters- public and private, now all with the highest levels of importance. To think! Ildesias is in his three-hundreds, with thirty times the amount of life experiences and leadership practice under his belt, and yet this job broke him. As the pangs of regret begin to sink in, his words echo through her mind.. "Congratulations on your appointment, Madame. I trust you will find that I did not leave you with a room of unfinished paperwork; which is exactly why I retired. Being able to sleep once again at night will be... Nice, though I fear I will never be rid of the smell of parchment. Do not worry though, as I believe you will be different in the way you approach these things. I admit, I have never had time for personal relationships, or friends, or people I can count on - for many years now I have been acting alone in nearly all things, for I never truly felt I had a trustworthy individual to turn to ask for aid. Thus, I took a burden on my shoulders far too heavy for most - a burden I expect you will not have to take yourself. You seem to have many such individuals in your business and personal life, many such relationships to call on. I expect you will be able to delegate much better than I." Unfolding and leaning back, she shifts her gaze first to Artemis, as she stands- locking the door, and then up to the ceiling. Ildesias made a good point, though she didn’t realize the fullness of it at the time. Already, ideas surface regarding which of her associates would be best suited for positions of power in the government, and she admittedly does have a solid handful of trustworthy individuals in the government already, in Elizabeth Finch and Cyronin the Blue , and plenty more, such as Jun of the Celadine and Takhana Veil , just to name two, who would doubtless be of unparalleled assistance, no matter their post, and to say nothing of Artemis . Hands folded in her lap, a deep and rolling sigh passes Naoki’s lips. A new chapter in her life, she supposes. Wrought with an entirely new set of challenges and problems to solve. This time- however, she came prepared. If not fully prepared for the trials, mental, physical, philosophical and ethical that will doubtless face her in the coming years, she is at least somewhat more prepared than she was at the start of the last chapter, with only a single companion and a book. And, regardless, the die has already been cast. There really is no alternative course of action, other than to continue proceeding as she has been- by evaluating circumstances rationally, and choosing and acting upon the best course of action. |
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Registered: Nov 24, 2024 8:32:52 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2016 20:12:01 GMT -8
The quaint living space was more than enough. It was very nicely decorated and extremely comfortable - large, soft bed and a storage trunk at the foot, a small desk with an empty lamp. The adjacent room barred by mostly a wall bore the washroom - the tub being particularly inviting. It just needed to be filled, and the pump was working well - finding her way out of her attire and submerged in warm water was a quick feet after a bit of work. And was it worth it. She leaned back with head resting just on the edge, easing her eyes shut as she began to lull into a state of relaxation. This was exactly what she had needed, save for a good several hours tucked into a bed. And it seemed she would find that tonight, much to her delight and gratitude for the staff of the establishment. Now, the only problem... was keeping away long enough to finish her bath. That would be the challenging task for the evening. With any luck, she hoped, this ' Empress Naoki ' would seek her out tomorrow. Maybe the next day. But hopefully before she ran out of money to support her stay. |
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Post by The Inferno Assembly on Apr 29, 2016 22:07:11 GMT -8
Two red-clothed individuals swaggered into the bar, their intentions unspecified. Flaming, silken gloves, with a sigil of Fire imprinted upon their palms, confirming their status as Pyromancers. Few would know of their connection to the Inferno Assembly, making hem appear as outsiders, to the general populace. They were clothed fancily, sweet perfumes creating a pleasant smell; they reeked of wealth, the blue-blood.
They did not take a seat. They scanned the nearby patrons, gaze as cutting as a razor blade. Attla had ordered them to secure a deal, to acquire a new shipment of cieltherium for the construction of golems. They were in desperate need of this resource, for use in experimentation with the type-5 Compressed Golem, a recent theorised breakthrough.
One of the Pyromancers edged up to the bar, slinking in ever so slightly. She briefly made eye-contact with the person behind it, before looking down. She would have to ask around for information concerning the subject.
She got the point quickly and succinctly.
"Do you know of any.. recent shipments of cieltherium?"
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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 30, 2016 9:45:09 GMT -8
Allen makes eye contact with the well dressed newcomer, and raises an inquisitive eyebrow. Strange inquiry. He supposes that, as a bartender, he should probably have a higher degree of omniscience than he does… but he doesn’t, so he responds honestly.
“I’m afraid not, miss. I’m Allen, and I serve drinks. If you’re looking for a well mixed drink, I’m your man. But if you’re looking for shipments of things… I’m not even quite sure who you should go see. Probably someone who works in the business of trade. I wouldn’t really know, to be honest. Would you like a drink, though? I can do drinks.”
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Takhana Veil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 68
Physical Description: Takhana is an undeniably memorable figure. At a full 6' in height, she is graceful and willowy, with a woman's full figure. She has skin that is a dark greyish color, lightly tinted with silver that very nearly sparkles when the light hits it at certain angles. She has the beautifully formed, delicate features, pointed ears, and inherently graceful movements that identify her as one of the Elven folk.Her hair is long, naturally falling to her hips in straight lengths, and is a shining white threaded with silver, although she normally wears it pinned up elaborately with a set of wooden hair sticks that bear jingling silver charms. She has no eyes, and instead wears a blindfold of soft black leather that criss-crosses her empty eye sockets, for the benefit of the others. Tattooed upon her brow and her back are two strange crests, their origin mysterious.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, she wears an elaborate dress of black leather that both reveals her body and conceals it, adorned with straps and seemingly random silver buckles. This is paired with a set of leather-and-metal boots with pointed toes that come to her knees, enhancing the shape of her mostly-visible legs. Aside from her blindfold and ornamental hair sticks, she has a number of accessories that she habitually wears, such as a large pair of silver hoop earrings and numerous silver rings on each hand - one of which, a silvery band set with a violet stone, she wears on her right hand's index finger: This is her official communications accessory for The Midnight Sun, her employer. The enchanted gem is socketed so that it touches her skin at all times, thus allowing her constant access to the telepathic communications network shared by all employees of TMS, simply by virtue of being in uninterrupted physical contact. She uses no weapons, being a peaceable individual.. not to mention the whole blindness thing. She also has a white-and-black, stocky mare named Irabelle, and a fluffy long-haired cat named Jean-Claude.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 12, 2016 21:50:28 GMT -8
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Post by Takhana Veil on Apr 30, 2016 10:25:57 GMT -8
Takhana had been missing from the halls of The Midnight Sun for eight days, and only Naoki, Reese, and Drude knew where she had been. Despite Naoki's informing her that she had the next week off, the blind half-Drow was seen walking through the doors - and perhaps even perceived magically, as Miss Veil couldn't be sure that Naoki didn't have some sort of surveillance that alerted her to the location of her employees within its walls. And at the moment, the Seer failed to care. Despite the fact that she walked through the tables, chairs, and throngs of people with her usual slightly odd grace, there was something.. distant about her. As though she were simply running on automatic, going through the motions without really perceiving where she was or what she was doing.
In this same absent manner, she ascended the stairs and moved down the hallway to her office. Extracting the door's key from her pocket, she inserted it into the lock and twisted, the series of intricate locks sliding open with a repetitive series of shunk-click that also deactivated the protective warding. Pushing the door open, she entered the room and closed it behind her, then moved over to her desk. Sliding the key into her pocket once more, Takhana sat down at her desk chair and placed her hands atop the item of sturdy wood, and just.. sat there. Staring at nothing, with nothing. She remained this way for several long, silent minutes. Then she fumbled some paperwork out of a drawer, uncapped her inkwell, grabbed a fresh quill.. and got to work.
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Artemis
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 205
Physical Description: Artemis is a sturdily built woman of medium height, with blonde hair tied back in a professional bun. Clad in a sharp black business suit, with black tie, dress shirt, and gloves, her appearance is utterly unremarkable; save for a single, flawless, purple gem, set on a simple black ribbon, worn choker-style around her throat. Her demeanor is such that she blends seamlessly into the background of any situation when her services are not required.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 6:26:06 GMT -8
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Post by Artemis on Apr 30, 2016 11:24:09 GMT -8
Artemis refrains from speaking on the way back. Naoki would likely be wanting to gather her thoughts, and it wouldn't do to discuss this in an unsecured environment.
As the bolts of the office door slam home, Artemis allows herself to relax, the carefully neutral expression on her face in public melting off to one of light concern. Naoki had previously expressed a rather fervent desire to not seek the office of Lord of Isra, or any similar position, but yet, here she was. The Lady of Isra, ruler of one of the most powerful nations in the world, sitting not twenty feet away, staring at the ceiling. It seems that the implications of what she had undertaken were settling in.
Artemis moves to seat herself on the corner of the desk, and regards Naoki curiously. "I thought that you weren't going to try to become ruler of Isra. What changed?"
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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 30, 2016 12:27:36 GMT -8
“I… I don’t know.”
There are a few more moments of silent contemplation before Madame Naoki begins to speak again.
“Part of it was a spur of the moment decision. I wasn’t expecting the opportunity- nobody quite expected Ildesias to resign so soon. But then he did, and the opportunity presented itself. In the space of five minutes, I had to choose. If I would sit or stand; if I would run for the position or not. … And some small part of me, it said “Why the hell not.” There was the opportunity to continue moving upward in quite possibly the only way I could, staring me in the face. If I didn’t take it, it probably wouldn't have come about again peacefully.”
“I wasn’t quite without rational consideration in those few minutes, though. There were a few specious notions of serving the greater good. Improving the world. Doing the right thing. That sort of… high and mighty “moral” nonsense. I would be able to- I am able to enact my will on this world, this nation, in a greater capacity than ever before, and in greater capacity than any other being in Isra, and that’s an empowering feeling to have.”
“I’m not quite sure why I’m so fixated on this concept of my capability to change things, though. It would be easier to justify my actions with some basic, oneliner sin. Greed for wealth or lust for power, envy for those who carry more authority, or any of those similar reasons. All perfectly valid justifications, if one considers the concept of justification itself to be valid.”
“It would also have been easier to simply retire. We could have afforded to retire comfortably two years ago. It would doubtless be far easier and less taxing for the three of us to simply retreat up to the Chalet and live out the rest of our lives with no obligations other than to each other. I’m not sure why exactly I haven’t decided to do that yet, either.”
“Perhaps I’ve been spending too much time with Jun and Lum. Perhaps their righteous "moral code" has infected me. Maybe I want to improve things for the better simply because it would be the ‘right’ thing to do. Yet, I still hold a deep seated disagreement for that method of thinking, and that’s not at all how I consider it, even internally. Morals are still a construction of man; I am still an amoralist.”
“But is it not the duty of the state to provide an environment in which individuals can not only live, but live well? Is it not, as she said, the obligation of those who are already happy and able to do so, to be compassionate and assist others in finding their own happiness?”
“No. It’s really not, not at all. Obligation is a concept that only functions in a legal context. There is nothing truly compelling me to serve Isra other than my own inclination to do so. And that’s the extent of it, I suppose. Though my justifications are specious and ultimately fallacious, I think that I’ve decided that it’s what I’d like to do. For my own selfish reasons of desiring the sort of satisfaction that comes with seeing a job well done, and to see others benefit from my leadership. I have proven- I think, my ability to act in an administrative capacity. I would like to take this step up- to a position of true authority, and utilize my capabilities to enable those who are not happy to become so, and create a truly enviable nation. One that not only protects its citizens and allows them to live in civilised society, but the opportunity to live well, and be satisfied with their lot in life. Not because I think it the “right” thing to do, or because I have any obligations whatsoever, besides those I have chosen to take to a few individuals, but rather because I have chosen to place personal subjective value upon it.”
As the implications of her statement begin to sink in, her contemplative pout gives way to a small smile, and Naoki begins to chuckle.
“I suppose what I said initially was more correct than I realized. I really am just doing all this simply for the hell of it, aren’t I.”
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Artemis
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 205
Physical Description: Artemis is a sturdily built woman of medium height, with blonde hair tied back in a professional bun. Clad in a sharp black business suit, with black tie, dress shirt, and gloves, her appearance is utterly unremarkable; save for a single, flawless, purple gem, set on a simple black ribbon, worn choker-style around her throat. Her demeanor is such that she blends seamlessly into the background of any situation when her services are not required.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 6:26:06 GMT -8
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Post by Artemis on Apr 30, 2016 17:03:18 GMT -8
Artemis listens to Naoki with rapt attention, considering every statement. At the words 'the three of us', something catches inside her for the briefest of moments before the emotion is ruthlessly crushed. At Naoki's closing statement, Artemis chuckles with her. "Well, when you put it like that, I suppose you are." A moment passes. "You're right, though, another chance would not come so easily. It makes sense to take the opportunity, regardless of how flimsy or selfish the rationale."
She hops off the desk, and moves to behind Naoki's chair, where she begins to knead the tension out of Naoki's shoulders. "We'll just have to do it like we always have. You will excel, and I will be there to enable - and bear witness to - your greatness. The obstacles ahead will be a lot bigger than anything we've faced before, but we've got a hell of a lot more on our side this time, don't we?"
They certainly did. The Midnight Sun, with its huge array of contacts, wealth, and personnel, the Black Tower, with its military might, all the unaffiliated friends and allies they had, and now, the entire nation of Isra. With that on their side, who could stop them?
Naoki also has more psychological support available now, too. Kate would go a long way towards stabilizing a Naoki with the additional pressures of running an entire nation - provided that she didn't become a stressor herself. If Naoki or Artemis did something that Kate found unconscionable, or if Kate was attacked somehow... The repercussions would be judgement-clouding, to say the least. Her fingers falter for a moment, before resuming their work.
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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 30, 2016 20:02:11 GMT -8
“We sure do, don’t we.” As Artemis sets in with the massage, Naoki leans forward onto the desk resting her head sideways on folded arms. For a handful of moments, she sits silently, eyes shut- not contemplating anything at all, simply enjoying the simple situation. It would likely be the simplest and most unconstrained situation for the remainder of the day, at least. Best to savor it. However, Naoki’s ability to not endlessly contemplate and formulate strategies is quite limited. Presently, she begins to speak softly, articulating her plans. “One of the first things we’re going to need to do is delegate the management of The Sun here to someone. Calico is the obvious choice- Skarlet isn’t quite ready for that level of responsibility, I don’t think.” Madame Naoki’s earring glows brightly for a few seconds as she issues a summons- Calico Swartz is to meet her at this office as soon as he’s able. “Secondly, we ought to consider which parts of these existing organizations ought to be integrated into the government, and which parts are to be left officially independent. I think that Cyronin would probably do well in a proper military command position. Indil, too. I’m going to need to speak with her more deeply about the extent of her capabilities, when she gets back; she may be suited for the delicate dance of diplomacy. Alden may be able to remain as he is- officially unaffiliated. Or… Actually. Perhaps if Takhana or Reese were to lead a new department- a clandestine… intelligence and operations sort of thing. Alden could be part of that, perhaps… And some consideration should be given to Elizabeth. She has been nothing if not loyal, and now that I have the means to elevate her position…” Naoki continues to muse regarding her reformation plans for Isra, eventually getting a rough plan in order. Enough to begin acting upon, at least. Perhaps too much. Perhaps too ambitious, perhaps too drastic a reform. But she would be damned if she wasn’t going to try. With a renewed sense of determination and some new- undescribable change in character, Naoki stands. If one were to dramatise it, they would say, “No longer simply a businesswoman. No longer simply a mysterious figure, driving things from behind the curtain, nor a Treasurer, Naoki stands now with the composure befitting the Lady of Isra.” Regardless of how she’s standing, however, there’s work to be done, and dinner to be attended. Before either of those things, though, there’s a more important matter to attend to. Turning to face Artemis, Naoki extends her arms, steps forward, and wraps the other woman in an embrace. No words are said, as none are required between them. After another handful of heartfelt moments, they part, and after another deep sigh, Naoki excuses herself back into her room. She would need to change to attend dinner. |
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Calico Swartz
Dedicated
Time for some R&R
Roleplay posts: 151 
Age: 29
Physical Description: Calico is a person with a bird's head. Please don't mention it. It's very rude. He stands about 5'9" and has well-groomed feathers.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears tailored clothing reading glasses. On his person, he carries a pair of opera glasses, a pipe, and a pen and notebook.
Registered: Oct 5, 2015 15:05:49 GMT -8
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Post by Calico Swartz on Apr 30, 2016 20:08:34 GMT -8
About half an hour later, Calico Swartz approaches the door to Madame Naoki's office. He's dressed sharply, in his usual suit and tie. However, he's still looking just the slightest bit ruffled. It can't be helped. The last time he had been ordered to head urgently to Naoki's office had ended up being rather...exhilarating. Adjusting his tie and smoothing down his feathers in a fruitless attempt to unruffle them.
"Madame Naoki? It's Calico Swartz. You called?"
He shuffles his feet, chirping nervously. What could she possible want this time? He had no clue.
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Artemis
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 205
Physical Description: Artemis is a sturdily built woman of medium height, with blonde hair tied back in a professional bun. Clad in a sharp black business suit, with black tie, dress shirt, and gloves, her appearance is utterly unremarkable; save for a single, flawless, purple gem, set on a simple black ribbon, worn choker-style around her throat. Her demeanor is such that she blends seamlessly into the background of any situation when her services are not required.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 6:26:06 GMT -8
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Post by Artemis on May 1, 2016 8:05:21 GMT -8
"I concur, Skarlet isn't quite ready for that yet. We'll have to make sure Calico keeps his need to make things 'classy' over in the Moonlight Eclipse, though."
She continues to massage Naoki as the newly-minted Lady forms her plans, offering her own opinions in the void spaces and playing devil's advocate when necessary to help Naoki sound out ideas.
The hug is returned, and Artemis departs into her room to prepare herself for the dinner. She emerges wearing a sharp-looking suit, more formal than her everyday wear. She is about to check and see if Naoki needs any help with her apparel, before Calico shows up. Moving to the door, she lets him in and closes the door behind him.
"Calico, good evening. Take a seat, will you?" She accompanies the word with a gesture towards one of the chairs in front of the desk. "The Madame will be here in a few moments."
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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 May 1, 2016 9:06:02 GMT -8
A few moments later, as announced, Madame Naoki emerges from her room, having changed into the same red dress she had worn when meeting Jun for the evening’s planned festivities.
“Calico. Good to see you.”
Gliding over to her chair, Naoki seats herself and takes a quill from her drawer as she begins to address Calico.
“You are in the presence of the newly elected Lady of Isra. Over the course of the last few hours, Ildesias resigned, and I was elected. Congratulations aside, you’re going to assist me. Considering my new obligations to the state, I will no longer have the time to manage The Sun and Eclipse. As such, and assuming that you are willing to accept, I will be handing off management of both enterprises to you.”
Having selected a quill and parchment, Madame Naoki begins to draft a relatively simple document, outlining the terms of the agreement. As opposed to transferring ownership, or modifying all existing documents to cite Calico instead of Naoki, this document establishes Calico as a procurator; a legal representative of Naoki as far as the business affairs of the two businesses are concerned.
“I realize that you don’t quite have some of the skills and experience I might prefer that you have, to accept such a position, but to be honest, you’re the best option I have at the moment. I think you’ll be able to pick it up relatively quickly, anyway. With that said, will you accept this responsibility?”
She pauses in her writing to shift her eyes upward, fixing Calico with an unreadable look.
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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 May 1, 2016 12:39:00 GMT -8
Before arriving at the Sun, Whir had tried to contact his new superiors about the incident. Concentrating on the gem on his ear, he meant to broadcast a general message. Empress Naoki or whoever can hear this, some lady just fell out of an explosion in the sky over the plaza. She's badly injured and I'm on my way to the Sun with her. Hoping someone would have something prepared by his arrival, he pushed on. Kicking the doors of The Midnight Sun open with one of his feet, he carried the unconscious woman into the building. "A little help here," he yelled, thinking that there'd be someone ready to receive him by now. |
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on May 1, 2016 12:51:34 GMT -8
The woman in question was laying in Whir's arms, her body limp except for her hands, which clutched a large broadsword as though her life depended on it. There was a long gash in her scalp, starting above her left ear and slashing along toward the lower part of her skull, which was bleeding profusely, staining her vivid blue hair a muddy reddish shade; her bared shoulders and upper chest were littered with cuts, scrapes, and slowly-forming bruises. There was a golden circlet about her brow adorned with a single teardrop-shaped gem of dark blue, and her ears were pointed. She was breathing shallowly, and was unconscious.
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Calico Swartz
Dedicated
Time for some R&R
Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 29
Physical Description: Calico is a person with a bird's head. Please don't mention it. It's very rude. He stands about 5'9" and has well-groomed feathers.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears tailored clothing reading glasses. On his person, he carries a pair of opera glasses, a pipe, and a pen and notebook.
Registered: Oct 5, 2015 15:05:49 GMT -8
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Post by Calico Swartz on May 1, 2016 14:22:05 GMT -8
"Ehh?"
Calico chirps in surprise, eyes wide. He certainly hadn't expected this! Full management of the Sun and the Eclipse? This was more of a shock than last time he'd been called over to Naoki's office. After a moment and a couple of soft trills, he finally manages to find his voice.
"Well...congratulations, Madame Naoki! And yes, that sounds excellent. I can run the two businesses. After all, I am a businessman. Well then..."
Pulling a pen from his coat pocket, Calico quickly signs the contract with a flourish.
"So...what happens next? Do you have anything you'd like me to do at the moment? Orders to fill? Suppliers to request from? Have I got a to-do list?"
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Post by The Inferno Assembly on May 1, 2016 15:28:01 GMT -8
An audible sigh erupted from the red-clothed woman's mouth, causing the other pyromancer to walk over. She had to attain the shipment within the next week. Or face consequences; which of course would be severe, knowing of their place within the Inferno Assembly.
The other pyromancer mentioned silently, telling her to hurry up. They had no time for drinks. The female pyromancer waved her hand at Allen dismissively; an arrogant gesture. They muttered under their breath as they moved away from the bar, speaking Gauldish swears, as that is where they were from. Perhaps somebody with an insight into Gauldin might know of their meaning.
They proceeded to the nearby tables, searching for a possible deal to make.
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Rani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 252
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on May 1, 2016 22:03:02 GMT -8
Rani was wandering around town as she had been doing with Julane previously, this time they split up. Rani followed the advice of the spirits and entered the Midnight Sun. She immediately sees someone who's hurt. "Oh, Ello der!" The troll lady says to Whir, "I'm a healer, I can help ya friend der!" |
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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.
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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 May 1, 2016 23:17:00 GMT -8
“Unfortunately, the only list I have is a mental one. There are so many tasks that need doing, with varying degrees of regularity and involvement, that to compose an exhaustive list when none was necessary would be an exercise in futility. Regardless, I’ll have one made for you in the fullness of time. For the time being, your responsibilities will involve the literal management of the personnel, signing for shipments of ingredients, and generally facilitating things from a position of authority. Skarlet is in charge of managing the wait staff and the operational matters downstairs, so simply make sure that she has what she needs. If anyone comes looking for me, direct them to The Citadel. Additionally, I suggest setting up in the office suite to the left of this one. There are too many things in here for me to move out with any degree of expediency, and you need to start to work essentially immediately. I’ll have the documents that would be relevant to your management moved over in the next few days, along with a full list of the things I expect you to do.”
Taking the completed form in hand, and pausing for a moment to examine it and verify its credibility, she tucks it away into one of the drawers on her desk.
Next, she raises her left hand, displaying her palm to Calico. The silver signet ring bearing the symbol of The Midnight Sun. A constant accessory of hers for the past four years. With the signing of that contract, now essentially unfit for her hand. Technically, she still owns the whole shebang, and would be very well justified in wearing the ring. However, the purpose of the ring is to identify the acting leader. Which is no longer her, as strange as that is to think. After a moment more of wistful contemplation, she slides the ring off and places it in place of the contract before Calico on the table. A light crease is visible on her finger where the ring once sat, which she rubs at absently. Her new ring would have to be made slightly larger, she muses.
With that ceremony complete, Madame Naoki stands, and addresses Calico once again.
“However, for the time being, I must depart. I have a dinner to attend, and there’s apparently a woman bleeding profusely on the carpet downstairs. We’ll be in touch, and I’ll inform you more specifically of your duties over the next short while. Until we speak again.”
After nodding solemnly, Naoki bends down to pick up her bag sitting on the floor to the side of her desk, and makes for the exit, pausing for a moment to futilely attempt to pat the feathers on the top of Calico’s head back into place. Leaving him to his state of perpetual-ruffledness, she departs with Artemis in tow, leaving the door open behind her.
Her paces take her down the stairs, once, twice, down to the primary eating hall, and toward the area near the door where Whir and his injured companion are beginning to gather a crowd. A low "he-hem" clears a path through the crowd, and Madame Naoki approaches the group gathered near the door. Though she had been expecting to find an injured woman, the severity of her injuries seem to be greater than Naoki was expecting.
However, she wastes no time in horrification, instead approaching more closely, and bending down at the knee in a position somewhat near to the unconscious woman’s head. She gives Whir a moment of her attention before looking to assess the injuries. Lots of bleeding, that’s for sure. But none of the gashes seem to have penetrated to anything vital. Superficial wounds are easy to fix, she muses, reaching a hand into the pouch on her hip. Pulling out a pair of rubies, she hands them off to Artemis. Artemis is more adept in the ways of channeling their magic, and in situations such as these where it doesn’t particularly matter, it would be preferable to have her do it.
She also gives the troll and the sword clasped so tightly in the woman’s arms a glance, but only a single, passing one each, judging neither to be immediately relevant to the most pressing matter at hand. Figuring it best to leave the woman’s head undisturbed, and seeing the woman’s hands wrapped tightly around the hilt of the sword, Naoki places two of her fingers on the elf’s inner elbow, and attempts to locate a pulse.
As she’s counting mentally, she levies inquisitive glances at both Whir and the troll, expecting someone to explain exactly what’s going on here.
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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 May 2, 2016 16:54:02 GMT -8
"Was just about to head back here when some magical conflagration exploded in the sky above the plaza. I'd be surprised if you aren't getting reports about it on other channels already. This lady here just falls out of it and plows into the ground. Where else would I take an unexpected, uninvited, and half-dead elf?" When Whir finishes the short explanation, he looks back down at the elven woman he's still holding off the floor. "I like her hair though."
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Rani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 252
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on May 2, 2016 17:56:17 GMT -8
"Hello, I am Ranijarashi, I work wit Healer Julane Gael. I was jus' wanderin' da area going 'round lookin' for people who need healin'." The blue lady in genie-looking clothing introduces herself.
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