Gragnark
Established
Slaying Orc Hunters
Roleplay posts: 24 
Age: 43
Physical Description:
Gragnark is a 10'2" beast of an Orc. His muscles bulge out from under his armor which seems to be custom made.
His face is usually in a scowl and is adorned with scars. The main scar goes down his left eye, through his left lip and down a little lower, his left fang also chipped in half. His eyes are a deep green much like his skin and his hair is pure white which is pulled back into a pony tail.
His body is very well built and under his armor is a hairy chest complete with its own battle scars, pink marks scathing his body.
Clothes and Equipment:
His armor seems to be custom made and not made of your usual metal. It seems to be quite protective but also agile offering both defense and mobility. He wears a loincloth covering his crotch and legplates covering his bare legs. His weapon is a large greataxe with a decorated pole, however the head of the axe is something strange, it gives the impressions that you're being watched, probably from the red eye on the weapon.
Registered: May 16, 2016 1:59:42 GMT -8
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Post by Gragnark on May 20, 2016 11:32:33 GMT -8
The Orc would look down towards the woman and then back at the menu. "This makes no sense to me, give me your strongest, the whole bottle." he'd reply in a harsh gristly voice. Gragnark would take another look around the room for anyone of interest, not that he was looking for anyone specifically.
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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 20, 2016 13:28:35 GMT -8
Naoki nods slowly as Takhana provides her explanation. An interesting sort of thing, that. Must be exceptionally strange, to see multiple futures, as opposed to continually reliving the past. And then, having multiple futures, and not being able to tell which one, if any, will come to pass.
“At the risk of repeating myself, fair enough. Thank you.”
For a moment, Naoki simply sits. Contemplating. She could choose to inform Takhana of her own mental… condition? Ability? The terminology is debatable, she supposes. Or she could choose to get on with her day. After the moment passes, she begins to speak again,
“I suppose I should let you go now. Goodness knows we both have enough to do. We’ll be in touch, obviously, and as pleasant as this was, we can’t quite justify spending all day sitting about when we can communicate just as easily telepathically. I enjoyed this thoroughly, your cooking was excellent, and we should do this more often.”
With that said, Naoki rises from her cushion, takes a moment to stretch, and moves to offer her assistance to Takhana with putting the items back into the basket. She presumes that the cutlery and such, not being particularly magical or anything, wouldn’t be terribly visible, and would assist if Takhana would allow her to, but not intrude if Takhana seems to have it under control.
Perhaps another day.
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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 May 20, 2016 13:34:25 GMT -8
Takhana smiled her agreement, and nodded, finishing off the wine in her glass before she tucked the empty vessel into the basket. "I agree. Perhaps once the headquarters is built and everything is properly established, we can have a bi-weekly dinner meeting." With all of the dishes and silverware put back into the basket (with Naoki's assistance netting her a dazzling smile from the blind Seer), she hefted the item and turned to her employer, giving her a deep bow.
"I'm very grateful for everything you've done for me, Lady Naoki. Thank you. I look forward to seeing you again soon." She straightened and gave a perfunctory nod to Artemis, then made her way out of the sitting room, out of the office, down the stairs, and out of the building entirely. There was a lot she had to do, and she was quite eager to see it come to fruition.
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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 20, 2016 19:47:42 GMT -8
After all of Takhana’s items are loaded successfully back into her basket, Naoki moves to collect the pillows from the floor, and pauses as Takhana bows, holding a cushion in each hand as she returns the bow with one of her own and responds, “Your assistance has been invaluable. At the risk of showing you in praise, you have been exactly what I’ve needed. You’ve got discretion, administrative capability, and have done brilliantly so far. Thank you. I’m pleased to have your talents in my service as we continue upward, and trust that you will continue to perform excellently in this new position. I’ll speak with you later, have a good day.”
Farewells complete, Naoki watches as Takhana departs, and continues to tidy the room.
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Valerian Kastimeer
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 32
Physical Description: Valerian is of average height at 5'10", with the lean build of a climber and fighter. Black hair is kept cut fairly short, with the bangs hanging over his brow but not quite in his eyes and the rest roughly matching that theme. His eyes are black, with iris and pupil indistinguishable from each other. Valerian looks young for his age, often taken to be five or more years younger than he in fact is. Typically on his shoulder, but sometimes in a pocket, is the undead squirrel companion that Valerian has named "Rupert."
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Valerian is almost constantly clad in a semi-formal blue uniform, complete with award ribbons, a gold command braid, and shoulder and collar rank insignia. The uniform can include a long black coat in inclement weather. It is exceedingly rare for Valerian to be seen without his weapon; a broad-headed spear of variable properties. At times it is standard length for a battle spear, comfortably wielded in two hands and impossible to wield with one; at others it is short enough to use one-handed. Similar to the spear, Valerian is never seen without the white gloves he wears -- those gloves bear some arcane symbol on the back of the hand. Rounding out his equipment is an assortment of pouches in pockets and occasionally on his belt, their contents mostly as mysterious as the symbol on his gloves.
Player's online availability : Varies.
Registered: May 4, 2016 20:26:48 GMT -8
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Post by Valerian Kastimeer on May 20, 2016 22:13:03 GMT -8
Some time after the admiral was supposed to arrive, Antonio Stark found himself approached by a messenger. The lad placed a single page in front of the shipwright, bowed, and then hurried away -- clearly, he had already been paid. The note was brief, and bore the admiral's signature.
"Antonio,
I'm sorry, my friend, but urgent matters demanded my presence away from the City. When I return I will try to set a meeting between us and our hopeful patron. In the meantime it would be helpful if you could make some quick designs for a warship, assuming a nearly unlimited budget and some of the features we have discussed before.
Your friend,
Valerian"
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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 May 21, 2016 0:47:00 GMT -8
Cynder smiles sheepishly at Alden, shaking her head as she averts her eyes.
"No, I'm afraid I've never had to raise kits either. My mother told me that all you need is compassion but I think there is more to it," she responds, ruffling the fur on the back of her neck with a claw as she clears her throat awkwardly.
"I'm sorry for causing you so much stress," she admits, suddenly, and a little sadly. The truth is she couldn't be happier about having her first kittens with someone she enjoys being with as a person, but she can't stand the fact that it's causing him discomfort.
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Antonio Stark
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall, keeps in-shape but not to the same extent as well-travelled adventurers or soldiers. The picture is an apt description.
Clothes and Equipment: He tends to dress fairly nicely, unless he is working, then it is whatever is required to do the necessary work.
Registered: May 15, 2016 14:31:50 GMT -8
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Post by Antonio Stark on May 21, 2016 6:45:39 GMT -8
He had just finished his drink, setting the glass down with a satisfied clink as the messenger arrived.
He took the note, having expected it when the Admiral failed to show up on time. He tossed a couple Suns to the messenger and read the note.
Quick designs for a warship eh? Unlimited budget? The Admiral's patron must be powerful indeed. He had numerous techniques he wanted to try, and some recent magical discoveries could be incorporated as well. Gears, pulleys, sails and more all began to flash through his mind as he signalled the bartender to return to him. He had a very lucrative offer in front of him, and he would be a fool to mess it up.
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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 May 21, 2016 9:08:53 GMT -8
Cynder smiles sheepishly at Alden, shaking her head as she averts her eyes. "No, I'm afraid I've never had to raise kits either. My mother told me that all you need is compassion but I think there is more to it," she responds, ruffling the fur on the back of her neck with a claw as she clears her throat awkwardly. "I'm sorry for causing you so much stress," she admits, suddenly, and a little sadly. The truth is she couldn't be happier about having her first kittens with someone she enjoys being with as a person, but she can't stand the fact that it's causing him discomfort. "It's fine I just wasn't expecting this. I mean I quite literally never thought I would be a father. It's very odd thought, I spent so much time taking lives from the world now I've helped bring some new life in. I might even be happy about it after the shock wears off." Alden is still trying to process the entire event. It was certainly a lot to take in and it wasn't something that would go away. Still he would rise to the challenge hopefully. I mean how hard could it be to raise a baby? They were small, helpless, and didn't move much. Feed them and keep them clean seems easy enough. After a few minutes thought he says curiously. "Do you think Naoki would help pay for the house if we promised to name a kid after her?" Plans and ideas whirl through Alden's head as he gets to his feet. They would have their work cut out for them that was for sure. Especially since they had to get all of this done before Cynder gave birth in less than two months. Hopefully they could manage. |
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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 Jun 5, 2016 12:09:14 GMT -8
As the late afternoon begins to transition into the early evening, Madame Naoki enters The Midnight Sun. Something she hasn’t done for quite a while. Following her election, and the resultant handing off of the business to Calico, she hasn’t had much reason to frequent The Sun. Mostly back and forth between The Citadel and Chalet.
Yet, today, she has a good reason. On her escapade to The Land Tillers’ state, Emahra picked up an interesting sort. An admiral, apparently. One who would like to offer his services to Isra. Which, considering Naoki’s aspirations to cultivate an Isran navy, could potentially be quite useful.
Which is, of course, assuming that he’s not some self-declared admiral with zero experience. That would remain to be seen. But today they would be meeting. Emahra, her new admiral friend, and apparently some friends of his. Seeing as how Naoki’s office only has the two seats, she figured that the meeting could be held at The Sun. Because why not.
As she weaves her way through the ever-present crowds, some of the older employees recognize her and make their greetings. Naoki nods in response, but doesn’t stop for chatting. Chatting must be scheduled.
Eventually, she makes her way up to the second floor, to the private dining room. Due to the potentially secretive nature of the conversations they might have, she figures it best to take it upstairs. Flagging down a pair of employees, Naoki issues her instructions. The table for two is to be exchanged for a larger, six person one. More chairs are brought in, and the bowl-of-fancy-rocks centerpiece is exchanged for an assorted floral arrangement. Can’t go wrong with flowers.
Not being quite sure how many guests she’ll be hosting, Naoki has the table set for six. Easier and more polite to have table settings taken away than set out for unexpected guests. Additionally, a bowl of appetizer cheese-bread is placed on the table. Can’t go wrong with appetizer cheese-bread, either.
Figuring that her guest ought to be arriving shortly enough, and not having anything much else to do until they arrive, Naoki seats herself at the head of the table, and produces a book from her bag. A relatively new, green leather covered tome, bearing no markings on the exterior. Sliding her plate slightly away, she begins to read, patiently waiting for her company to arrive.
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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 Jun 5, 2016 13:12:28 GMT -8
Their arrival in Isra the day before had allowed for a night of rest, which was probably for the best; they didn't want to be meeting Naoki bedraggled and exhausted from the ride, after all. It also gave Valerian Kastimeer time to get in contact with his business partner and friend, whoever they were. Such it was that the following day found her leading the admiral up to The Midnight Sun. Her usual attire had been cleaned upon arrival, which found the tall, blue-haired Elf in that distinctive combination of dark blue breeches, black brocade corset, black lace arm-coverings (all of which were inscribed with runes), and black boots. That golden circlet with its dangling teardrop sapphire adorned her brow, her sword at her left hip as always, and golden eyes flicked to Valerian as her long braid trailed over her shoulder, and they stepped inside.
"Lady Naoki is waiting upstairs. We should proceed, and leave instruction for your friend to meet us up there." Snagging the attention of one of the wait staff, she gestured for Valerian to provide his associate's name and description. Once he'd done so, she led the way to the stairs, and up to the private dining area where the Lady of Isra was waiting for them. Coming to a stop, she curled her right hand into a fist and pressed it over her heart as she inclined in a deep bow. When she straightened, she stepped aside and gestured to Valerian. "Lady Naoki, allow me to introduce Admiral Valerian Kastimeer. Admiral, this is the Lady of Isra."
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Valerian Kastimeer
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 32
Physical Description: Valerian is of average height at 5'10", with the lean build of a climber and fighter. Black hair is kept cut fairly short, with the bangs hanging over his brow but not quite in his eyes and the rest roughly matching that theme. His eyes are black, with iris and pupil indistinguishable from each other. Valerian looks young for his age, often taken to be five or more years younger than he in fact is. Typically on his shoulder, but sometimes in a pocket, is the undead squirrel companion that Valerian has named "Rupert."
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Valerian is almost constantly clad in a semi-formal blue uniform, complete with award ribbons, a gold command braid, and shoulder and collar rank insignia. The uniform can include a long black coat in inclement weather. It is exceedingly rare for Valerian to be seen without his weapon; a broad-headed spear of variable properties. At times it is standard length for a battle spear, comfortably wielded in two hands and impossible to wield with one; at others it is short enough to use one-handed. Similar to the spear, Valerian is never seen without the white gloves he wears -- those gloves bear some arcane symbol on the back of the hand. Rounding out his equipment is an assortment of pouches in pockets and occasionally on his belt, their contents mostly as mysterious as the symbol on his gloves.
Player's online availability : Varies.
Registered: May 4, 2016 20:26:48 GMT -8
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Post by Valerian Kastimeer on Jun 5, 2016 13:42:12 GMT -8
Valerin followed Emahra into the establishment wearing the same type of thing he always wore: that uniform-looking attire, semiformal and blue in color. Judging by its pristine condition he had a few sets of that outfit. That spear was carried even here, though the negligent manner in which he propped it against his left shoulder suggested he thought it would be useless. Rupert the undead squirrel had been coaxed into the interior of his coat for the moment. Quick, hushed words to the staff member described Antonio Stark and Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail. Both had been invited by him, and both would be handy to have present.
That done he followed Emahra upstairs. When they came to the table at which Naoki sat, Valerian stopped and snapped a parade-ground-quality salute. Heels clicked together (toes at the oh-so-proper 45° angle), back straight, spear held vertical against his left shoulder, forearm and hand straight with only the bend of the elbow and rotation of the shoulder bringing his index and middle fingers to his brow. That salute was held for only a brief moment before Valerian returned to a more casual but still respectful stance. "A pleasure, Lady Naoki."
It was at this point that Rupert seemed to decide he had had enough of the confines of that coat, and wriggled his way out through the collar to find his way to perch on Valerian's right shoulder. Valerian, as usual, seemed not to notice.
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Antonio Stark
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall, keeps in-shape but not to the same extent as well-travelled adventurers or soldiers. The picture is an apt description.
Clothes and Equipment: He tends to dress fairly nicely, unless he is working, then it is whatever is required to do the necessary work.
Registered: May 15, 2016 14:31:50 GMT -8
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Post by Antonio Stark on Jun 5, 2016 14:40:32 GMT -8
Antonio Stark made his way quickly through the throng of people that seemed to constantly be present in the Midnight Sun. Tucked beneath his arms was about a half dozen large scrolls, and a box. Inside the box was a series of quills, inks, and weights with which he could modify and lay out the numerous drawings he had prepared. The scrolls were all rolled up in such a way that the only outer mark that could be seen was the seal of Stark himself, a large "S" imprinted on the red wax seal of each scroll. Stark took his mental ownership of ideas very seriously. The staff member Valerian had talked to pointed him in the right direction, and he made his way up the stairs to the room.
He would stop at the door to the private dining area and knock with his foot, his arms being full of scrolls.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Jun 5, 2016 15:16:23 GMT -8
The fearsome figure of Captain Gothmog Bloodsail made his way through the Midnight Sun, swiping a bottle of rum off of one of the tables as he walked by an unsuspecting patron. His fighting arm swung normally as he walked, while his drinking arm was busy with bottle of rum. He exuded alcohol, though it appeared to not affect his movement or motions in any way, due to years of experience drinking.
The staff member directed him upstairs, where he got up there just as the bottle of rum reached its halfway part. Seeing Stark with all of his scrolls, he nodded an acknowledgement before pounding on the door.
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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 Jun 7, 2016 7:50:30 GMT -8
The door to the dining room swings open, revealing Artemis. She bows slightly to the assembled naval contingent, then stands aside, gesturing into the room. The door is shut behind them after they all enter, and after ensuring that they are all seated, Artemis sees to their drinks. When her duties are done, she moves to her customary position, behind and slightly to the right of Naoki's chair, and fades into the background.
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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 Jun 7, 2016 12:35:30 GMT -8
Madame Naoki watches as Valerian salutes. Evidently a man who has learned discipline and respect somewhere. Good to see. She inclines her head in response, gestures to the table, and responds, “Likewise. Have a seat.”
After placing a bookmark in her book, stowing it away, greeting Emahra, and while waiting for the other two guests to seat and situate themselves, she casts a curious eye down the table. It seems as if six was indeed the correct number. Enough to seat each guest and leave the opposite head of the table empty. A motley crew, these.
The spear-toting admiral. Well dressed, disciplined, but with some manner of rodent on his shoulder. The uniformed man. Carrying a box of scrolls. An architect, or engineer, perhaps? Covered in medals. Medals signifying what? Hard for Naoki to tell. And then the rippling mass of green muscle. His exploits are much easier to decipher, tattooed over his body as such. Some sort of seafarer, evidently. Fitting, she supposes.
Before Naoki has the opportunity to address her assembled guests, a waitress enters the room, and assumes a position off to one side of the table. In her left hand, a few menus are held, prepared to be passed out to any who might wish to take one. In her right, a quill and parchment, presumably for taking orders.
“Greetings, everyone. I am Madame Naoki, Lady of Isra. You’re here- presumably, because I would like to invest in a navy to rule all of the seas that are worth ruling, and you’d like to play a part in it, and hopefully have some applicable skills. Before we get to buisness, I suggest that we give Madeline here our orders.”
Naoki gestures to the waitress. Madeline, apparently. After spending a moment to think, Naoki addresses her,“I haven’t eaten yet today; I’ll go with the King’s Ransom.”
Nodding, Madeline makes a note on her parchment, and looks to the rest of the guests, prepared to take orders or distribute menus as necessary.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Jun 7, 2016 12:56:43 GMT -8
Captain Bloodsail was just about to knock again when Artemis opened the door. He nodded his thanks as he strode in. He didn't bother with any of that fancy footwork the Admiral did, he walked in and took a seat, doing a slight bow to Lady Naoki as he did so. A faint smell of salt and a stronger one of alcohol could be smelt as he sat down. He placed the bottle of rum he had swiped on the table where a glass would normally go.
"Captain Bloodsail, former owner/operator of the Morgoth, at your service Lady Naoki."
He turned his attention to the waitress once she was ready to take his order. He didn't even bother to look at the menu.
"Steak. As big as you'll serve it, medium rare with a big ol' heap of mashed potatoes underneath and some spinach."
In spite of his mannerisms, his uniform was fairly clean, certainly well-maintained, with no visible stains or tears in it. His sword was polished smartly, though it had left a decent gouge in the chair as he sat down.
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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 Jun 7, 2016 13:00:06 GMT -8
Ema nodded to Artemis, and stepped out of the way of the door when it was knocked upon. Her golden gaze flicked to the two newcomers, impassively assessing Stark, but the Orc... Well, that earned a very sharply arched brow. What in the world was an Orc doing here? Oddly, she was reassured by the fact that this world had Orcs, too. Another similarity that made her feel slightly more at home on a planet not her own. Ema waited for all the others to be seated before taking her own seat to the side of Naoki. Adjusting her sword more comfortably on her hip as she sat, she glanced at Madeline and spoke, as no menu was necessary. She ate here quite frequently, usually out of expediency more than anything else.
"A glass of Silverleaf and the Katashima Special, if you please." With that, she settled into her seat, clasping her hands atop her midriff as she stretched out and crossed her legs at the ankle. What a motley collection they made, she mused with a small smirk.
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Antonio Stark
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall, keeps in-shape but not to the same extent as well-travelled adventurers or soldiers. The picture is an apt description.
Clothes and Equipment: He tends to dress fairly nicely, unless he is working, then it is whatever is required to do the necessary work.
Registered: May 15, 2016 14:31:50 GMT -8
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Post by Antonio Stark on Jun 7, 2016 13:31:56 GMT -8
Stark made his way inside, bowing to Lady Naoki before embracing Valerian.
"My old friend! It is excellent to see you again. I have done as you asked, even better I hope. This was the challenge I have been waiting for! No ships in the world will rival these! In fact, they have...well actually, best to just wait until later."
He let go of the Admiral and bowed once more to Lady Naoki.
"Lady Naoki, Antonio Stark. Admiral Valerian asked me to come up with designs for your Navy, I hope they are what you wish."
He took his seat, setting the scrolls carefully down on the table in such a way that they would not get anything accidentally spilled on them. He looked over the menu carefully, winking at the attractive waitress before ordering.
"Madeline eh? Such a beautiful name, it suits you splendidly. I will have a glass of the Dragon's Roar, neat, and The Solar Flare please."
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Valerian Kastimeer
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 32
Physical Description: Valerian is of average height at 5'10", with the lean build of a climber and fighter. Black hair is kept cut fairly short, with the bangs hanging over his brow but not quite in his eyes and the rest roughly matching that theme. His eyes are black, with iris and pupil indistinguishable from each other. Valerian looks young for his age, often taken to be five or more years younger than he in fact is. Typically on his shoulder, but sometimes in a pocket, is the undead squirrel companion that Valerian has named "Rupert."
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Valerian is almost constantly clad in a semi-formal blue uniform, complete with award ribbons, a gold command braid, and shoulder and collar rank insignia. The uniform can include a long black coat in inclement weather. It is exceedingly rare for Valerian to be seen without his weapon; a broad-headed spear of variable properties. At times it is standard length for a battle spear, comfortably wielded in two hands and impossible to wield with one; at others it is short enough to use one-handed. Similar to the spear, Valerian is never seen without the white gloves he wears -- those gloves bear some arcane symbol on the back of the hand. Rounding out his equipment is an assortment of pouches in pockets and occasionally on his belt, their contents mostly as mysterious as the symbol on his gloves.
Player's online availability : Varies.
Registered: May 4, 2016 20:26:48 GMT -8
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Post by Valerian Kastimeer on Jun 8, 2016 16:28:56 GMT -8
Valerian of course returned Antonio's embrace; Rupert joined in, those tiny squirrel arms just managing to hug Stark's cheek. The mildly zombified squirrel chittered happily; apparently he liked the shipwright. His only response to his friend's words were to nod and smile, completely unsurprised by the man's manic enthusiasm. "That sounds fine!" Those words served as answer to both Naoki and Antonio, apparently.
That done, the self-proclaimed Admiral took a seat as indicated, leaning his spear against a conveniently-nearby wall. He barely glanced at the menu before answering, "A Manastorm, two Nightfyres -- free if I can walk straight afterward, yes? -- and... the Solar Flare, please." A mana infused ale sounded very interesting indeed, and Valerian was a sailor. He'd put considerable bets on any sailor outdrinking any soldier at any time, so the menu's description was solidly unintimidating to him. A faint smile was given to the waitress, though it could have been a result of Antonio's commentary. "Thank you, Madeline."
With no apparent prompting from Valerian, that undead squirrel leaned down to the admiral's pocket and fished out a single gold coin, which Rupert then held out in offering to the waitress. Valerian was free with money; it was trivial to slowly amass considerable sums with an undead workforce.
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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 Jun 9, 2016 1:11:40 GMT -8
After notating each of their orders and muttering something affirmative, Madeline moves from the room, presumably down to the kitchen.
From her position at the head of the table, Naoki again casts a look down the table. Truly a motley crew. But evidently a varied lot. The Admiral, The Designer, and The Captain. It’s as if all of the primary managerial staff to construct a navy have been dumped into her lap. Assuming that each of them are competent enough to meet her standards in their professed fields, all that remains… would be to gain an understanding of each of their characters, employ them officially, and issue instructions.
“It’s a pleasure to make all of your acquaintances. I assume, by attending this dinner, that the three of you are willing to consider accepting positions within this navy I plan to form. I’ll be proceeding with that understanding. With that said, however, I would like to offer you each the opportunity to introduce yourselves more fully as we’re waiting, here. I’d like to know a bit more about you each before I start offering jobs, handing out contracts, and constructing plans. I’d like to know about prior experiences, qualifications, skills, all of that. Anything that would be relevant to me in evaluating each of you for potential employment.”
With that said, Naoki stops speaking, opening the metaphorical table for any of the three to begin.
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