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 27, 2016 10:55:20 GMT -8
Emahra's gaze and attention were focused on the board, so she missed the smile that appeared on Naoki's face. After pondering for a few moments, she moved another piece - the knight nearest her queen. Tapping her fingertips upon the table, she blinked and glanced up at the other woman curiously. Write it down..? It was clear by the look on her face that the Elf had not, in fact, considered doing such a thing, but she elaborated verbally anyway.
"..No, actually, I had not thought of doing so." Her gaze dropped back to the board as she continued, her eyes fixed upon her own queen. "I suppose I am still struggling to accept that I will never be able to return home.. and that even if I could, I would have no home to return to. With the aid of your scryer, I have determined that what the wizard said is true: My people are dead, my homeland taken over by darkness. What is the point in taking back a dead land?" A scowl briefly crossed her face as she spoke these words. Very unlike Emahra, she was normally so.. optimistic, perhaps, but she usually refused to be anything other than upbeat, at best, and neutral, at worst. She briefly bit her lower lip, then spoke again.
"..But I suppose it would not hurt to create a literary history of Kehl-Nari in this realm. Should I ever have children, I would wish them to know where I came from, as you say. Perhaps I will begin this process soon." This was murmured thoughtfully, and once Naoki had moved again, she also made a move, almost thoughtlessly, barely paying attention to what she was doing. Her mind was.. elsewhere. Perhaps downstairs, on a black-haired Admiral, or on a world that was so far beyond her grasp it may as well have been a dream.
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Minister Deathforge
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67 
Age: 32
Physical Description: Deathforge is a lycanthropic version of a Red Wolf, sharing in their reddish-brown coloring. He is massive for a Werewolf, coming in at nearly 7'8", and weighing nearly 400 pounds. His eyes are a dark-yellow in color.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears the uniform of an Isran Inspector, custom-tailored to his size. A badge denoting his rank is pinned on his left breast, and a holster carrying a large hand crossbow, that would require two hands for a human, and a quiver on his other hip.
Registered: May 24, 2016 4:10:25 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Deathforge on Jun 27, 2016 12:29:18 GMT -8
Deathforge made his way through the packed interior of the Midnight Sun. He had finally managed to get ahead of his massive workload, and was celebrating by going out for a drink. He avoided jostling anyone as he passed through, and was careful to not knock over any drinks or servers with his massive bulk. Upon arriving at the bar, he would lean over it, not wishing to break the barstools, and signal for a bartender.
"What do ya have on tap tonight?"
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The Midnight Sun
Committed
Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Apr 27, 2016 15:24:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Jun 27, 2016 17:37:18 GMT -8
Elin the bartender looked about the bar at her co-workers. Alan was busy. Allen was busy. Ellen was busy. It looked as though it was up to her to serve the hulking wolf-man. Sighing, she brushed her long, golden hair out of her face and stood up. Who knew being a barkeep would be so much work? She walked over to Deathforge, putting on her best "tip me" smile.
"Good evening, Minister. Welcome to the Midnight Sun! What can I get for you today? We've got the local brew on tap, or imported Asgeir ale if you'd prefer a bottle."
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Minister Deathforge
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 32
Physical Description: Deathforge is a lycanthropic version of a Red Wolf, sharing in their reddish-brown coloring. He is massive for a Werewolf, coming in at nearly 7'8", and weighing nearly 400 pounds. His eyes are a dark-yellow in color.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears the uniform of an Isran Inspector, custom-tailored to his size. A badge denoting his rank is pinned on his left breast, and a holster carrying a large hand crossbow, that would require two hands for a human, and a quiver on his other hip.
Registered: May 24, 2016 4:10:25 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Deathforge on Jun 27, 2016 18:28:55 GMT -8
"Local brew is perfect. Do you know which brewery it is? I know there is a couple of them around here."
The smile was unnecessary, Deathforge always tipped service staff well, he at least got to put people away when they were causing him trouble but service staff just had to grin and bear it. He did return the smile though, it never hurt anyone to be polite
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The Midnight Sun
Committed
Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Apr 27, 2016 15:24:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Jun 27, 2016 18:53:44 GMT -8
Elin thought for a moment. Which one was it again? Allen had said earlier today, but she hadn't been paying attention...after a moment, she remembered.
"Tollman and sons. A very nice brewery, if I do say so myself."
She filled up a large glass and handed it to Deathforge, sliding a small coaster over as well.
"There you go, nice and cold. We keep all our drinks chilled with the newest in cooling runes."
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Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Jun 27, 2016 18:57:35 GMT -8
The twins walked up the stairs from their room in the basement, brushing their hair out of their eyes. They'd slept late, and had just woken up. The puppets were nowhere to be seen, although Eclair the mockingbird sat happily on Lucia's shoulder. They shuffled over to the bar and sat down beside Deathforge, looking over at him curiously. They'd never seen anyone quite like him before.
I wonder who that is.
I dunno. I hope he's not afflicted by some disease.
I'm sure he wouldn't be allowed out of the house if he had a contagious disease.
Who knows. He's all red.
They turned to the bartender, smiling sweetly and speaking in unison.
"Milk please."
Turning back to Deathforge, they asked:
"Who are you?"
Their voices were polite and inquisitive, although the way they spoke in chorus might be somewhat unsettling.
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The Midnight Sun
Committed
Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Apr 27, 2016 15:24:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Jun 27, 2016 18:58:52 GMT -8
When the twins showed up, Elin shuddered. Those two gave her the creeps. She handed them their glasses of milk and backed away, trying not to make eye contact in case they stole her soul or something.
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Minister Deathforge
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 32
Physical Description: Deathforge is a lycanthropic version of a Red Wolf, sharing in their reddish-brown coloring. He is massive for a Werewolf, coming in at nearly 7'8", and weighing nearly 400 pounds. His eyes are a dark-yellow in color.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears the uniform of an Isran Inspector, custom-tailored to his size. A badge denoting his rank is pinned on his left breast, and a holster carrying a large hand crossbow, that would require two hands for a human, and a quiver on his other hip.
Registered: May 24, 2016 4:10:25 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Deathforge on Jun 28, 2016 3:36:53 GMT -8
A nod of thanks and a moon were given to Elin, and Deathforge took a deep sip. Nothing quite like a cold beer after a day's hard work, he though to himself as a pair of rather disconcerting twins, with loud mouths, made their appearance on the stools next to him.
"Inspe....I mean, Minister Deathforge. Aren't you all a bit young to be sitting at a bar this time of day?"
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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 28, 2016 16:31:12 GMT -8
Watching and listening to Emahra, the corners of Naoki’s mouth tilt downward. Overconfidence. Pushed too hard. But might perhaps result in interesting reading later. Naoki continues to make moves in silence for a short while longer, allowing Ema an appropriate amount of time to ruminate before piping up again, “Well,” she says, reaching to make another move, “you might find it tiring of me to say this again, but if there’s anything I can do. Say the word.”
“However. Unless you’d like to dwell on things or discuss them with me, allow me to direct our metaphorical gaze of discussion forward. To the future.”
“As I mentioned, I’ve begun considering successors. Obviously- unless things change between now and then, my successor will be chosen by vote, but that’ll be mostly a formality if I’ve already prepared an ideal candidate. And to be perfectly frank, at this moment in time, you’re foremost among my options. It’s mildly amusing to consider, really. I’ve lived in Isra essentially since its inception. I know it, its people. How it functions, why it is the way it is, and all of the situationally specific data. I’ve learned a lot regarding politicking, and national management over the last few years. Enough to function respectively, with the frequent assistance of my assistants and books. But not nearly as much as you, what with your years of training, most of which I assume remains applicable. Our collective knowledges would form the ideal High Lady.”
“However, by continuing to expand the spheres of our individual knowledge and skillsets, we can make two mostly ideal High Ladies. So I’d like to propose the following. Note that this a proposal, not an order, and you can decline, and that would be fine.”
Removing her arms from the table, Naoki leans back, folding one arm beneath her chest and using the other to gesticulate as she continues, “Already, I find myself hard-pressed to be everywhere I need to be, and responsibilities will continue to mount. And, rather than keeping you at my side as an over-qualified aide, it would make more sense, for the both of us, I would think, to develop unique manner of working relationship between the two of us. One extending beyond your simply being a Sun Marshal. One wherein you are more akin to… to one of my hands. A representative, of the most direct variety. Fully plenipotentiary, operating primarily autonomously. Jus tractatuum, if you will. A relationship wherein you act in my name in situations that you would be better suited to handle, situations that are mortally dangerous, or situations that occur concurrently with some other matter that requires my attention.”
“Additionally, I would hope that you and I would be able to teach each other a thing or two. Increase the knowledge overlap. I don’t… believe that there’s a word that fully encapsulates what I mean to get at. There may be. I may have missed it. But I think that I’ve articulated my proposal clearly enough. What are your thoughts?”
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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 28, 2016 18:20:35 GMT -8
"You have done a great deal for me already, my Lady. You gave me a home and a purpose, and I am forever in your debt." This was said plainly, and she clearly believed this statement with all of her being. Her gaze was again focused on the board, watching as moves were exchanged back and forth between the two of them. Naoki had greater experience with the game, and Emahra was a good strategist - they were about evenly matched, in that regard. But when Naoki mentioned that she had apparently decided that Emahra herself should be the next High Lady of Isra should Naoki fall, the Elf stiffened, and her metallic eyes shot up to rest upon the other woman's face, her expression one of shock. Certainly, she'd been born a princess, destined to become queen, but this.. was not Kehl-Nari. Her birth meant nothing here. Her upbringing, however, apparently meant a good deal.
The notion that she would be given a great deal of authority to act on Naoki's behalf was surprising, a fact mirrored in the upward motion of azure eyebrows and the flick of pointed ears. After Naoki fell silent, Emahra leaned back away from the table and assumed a pose that the other woman was, if not already familiar with, then likely to become so: With elbows resting on the arms of her chair, she placed her hands before her face with the pads of her fingers pressed together and the digits themselves curved slightly inward toward each other, the very tips of her thumbs resting lightly against her lips. Her gaze fixated somewhere beyond those steepled hands as her brain systematically absorbed, sorted, and filed the information that had been given to it. This was her Thinking Pose, and she would remain in it until she was satisfied that she fully comprehended the situation, her part in it, and the consequences of choosing to accept this offer. She could admit.. it was very logical, on all fronts. Finally, after several long minutes of not moving, she let her hands fall and sat forward again, reaching out to move another piece as she replied, weighing her words carefully even as she spoke them.
"I cannot refute the logic of your proposal. You have clearly considered this from all angles. My only true concern would be the people not accepting me, but I have a suspicion that that would either not occur at all, or would be only a fleeting difficulty. That being said, if you believe I would be the best person for the position - and I do not simply mean serving as your official proxy, but also as your.. replacement, as distasteful as that word is, in the event such an unfortunate necessity were to arise - then I will not attempt to dissuade you. As I said, I am in your debt.. but that is not why I am accepting. I will accept because I admire you, and I believe we could do great things not only for each other, but for Isra, and perhaps most importantly, because you are quite possibly my only true friend in this world."
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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 28, 2016 20:09:15 GMT -8
As Emahra contemplates, Naoki passes the time at first by casually studying her. She reflects on how now two of the most important individuals in her life share her amber-gold eyes. An interesting sort of probably-coincidence, she muses.
“Excellent. I have a secondary, follow up proposal. Simpler than the first. Again, it is acceptable to decline.”
Naoki pauses, fixing her gaze on the woman sitting across from her. For all the world, it seems as if this second proposal is to be something intensely serious. Very rarely, if ever, does Naoki focus so intently- so obviously, on another.
“May I hug you?”
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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 28, 2016 20:24:57 GMT -8
Ema looked at Naoki and arched a brow inquisitively. A second proposal? And one simpler than the first? Color her intrigued. Especially when Naoki leveled her with that extremely intent look. Goodness, what in the world could this proposal be? And then she heard it, those four simple words: 'May I hug you?' Emahra's eyes widened in surprise, but it took her very little time to process the question and decide on an answer. Mere moments later, a rare, warm smile curled across the Elf's lips, and she rose from her chair with the grace inherent to her kind, closing the minute space between herself and the cat-eared woman. Once she was within range, she reached out and gently took Naoki's hand in her own, callused from long years of wielding her sword, and tugged the other female to her feet as she replied in a voice soft and painted with a blend of amusement and affection.
"Given the fact that I have professed to owing everything to you, as well as laying upon your shoulders the mantle of 'friend' - not something done lightly, in my culture - consider this an open invitation to hug me whenever the fancy may strike you.. Naoki." The other woman's name was said almost hesitantly, as though Ema worried she was perhaps crossing a boundary by addressing her as such without any title of honor, but she was hoping that the actions which accompanied the intimate labeling would make up for any trespass. This action was the coiling of her lace-covered arms around Naoki's shoulders, drawing the other woman into the requested hug - and the embrace was positively brimming with the sentiments she had just vocally expressed.
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Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Jun 28, 2016 20:46:49 GMT -8
The twins shook their heads at Deathforge, smiling blankly. The mockingbird on Lucia's head squawked and said "Hello!".
"We live here, Minister Deathforge. And we're only drinking milk, see?"
They raised their glasses in unison for him to see. The milk was fresh, straight from the farms outside the city, and very rich and creamy. If Deathforge looked around, he might notice that all the regulars seemed very accustomed to seeing two young girls drinking milk at the bar.
Deathforge is a funny name.
Yes, it is.
I wonder what he's the minister of.
Maybe he's the minister of cats and dogs.
Hehehe. Wouldn't that be funny.
If he were, he'd be the minister of that Naoki woman too.
Hehehe. He'd order her around and tell her to play with yarn and everything.
I wonder if she does play with yarn.
Probably.
They looked up at Deathforge curiously, staring at his wolfish face.
"What are you the minister of, Minister Deathforge?"
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Cyronin the Blue
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 28
Physical Description: Trying.
Clothes and Equipment: https://imgur.com/a/sIpRe
Player's online availability : Often?
Registered: Nov 9, 2015 2:04:16 GMT -8
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Post by Cyronin the Blue on Jun 29, 2016 3:51:00 GMT -8
A familiarly tall, dusty-looking swordsman slipped into the back of the Midnight Sun, drawing no attention to himself as he made his way up the stairs to the small room he was allowed. Pushing the door open with the toe of the boot, he sat his helmet on the dresser that sat pushed up against the wall beneath the bed, looking at his rough-shaven face in the glassy surface of the mirror. He was disappointed... Well, no, that was not the truth. He was absolutely greatful that the great dragons had arrived to defeat the undead dragons, but he would have enjoyed to have more of an opportunity to work hard on his first outing as the High General. Still, he would not have turned down the aid of the great beings of the Land Tillers.
Meanwhile, the legions of Isra had returned victorious, and following a feast to commemorate their fallen, they had disbanded back to their homes and ordinary lives. Although valiant in their efforts, the role they played had greatly been overshadowed by the other fighters, and so they required no great festivals or parades.
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Minister Deathforge
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 32
Physical Description: Deathforge is a lycanthropic version of a Red Wolf, sharing in their reddish-brown coloring. He is massive for a Werewolf, coming in at nearly 7'8", and weighing nearly 400 pounds. His eyes are a dark-yellow in color.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears the uniform of an Isran Inspector, custom-tailored to his size. A badge denoting his rank is pinned on his left breast, and a holster carrying a large hand crossbow, that would require two hands for a human, and a quiver on his other hip.
Registered: May 24, 2016 4:10:25 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Deathforge on Jun 29, 2016 5:56:16 GMT -8
Nobody else seemed phased by their presence, so Deathforge left them alone about drinking at the bar.
"Well I am only Acting Minister at the moment, but I am in charge of the Judiciary Department. Why, you two looking to get into politics?"
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Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Jun 29, 2016 17:46:04 GMT -8
The twins giggled, a very high-pitched sound that sent chills down the spines of all the bar patrons sitting around.
Politics. Hehe.
Why would we want to get into politics?
What would we do in politics?
Who knows.
He's funny.
I wonder what the Judiciary department is.
I dunno.
Smiling up at Deathforge, they asked:
"What's the Judiciary Department do?"
They sipped their milk, dabbing their mouths daintily with lace handkerchiefs. For all their creepiness, they were certainly very polite and well-mannered.
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Minister Deathforge
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 32
Physical Description: Deathforge is a lycanthropic version of a Red Wolf, sharing in their reddish-brown coloring. He is massive for a Werewolf, coming in at nearly 7'8", and weighing nearly 400 pounds. His eyes are a dark-yellow in color.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears the uniform of an Isran Inspector, custom-tailored to his size. A badge denoting his rank is pinned on his left breast, and a holster carrying a large hand crossbow, that would require two hands for a human, and a quiver on his other hip.
Registered: May 24, 2016 4:10:25 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Deathforge on Jun 29, 2016 18:08:09 GMT -8
They were a bit creepy for sure, but then again it wasn't like people always treated him like normal either.
"We are responsible for ensuring that the City and the people inside of it remain safe from either internal threats or each other. We maintain the order and ensure that people who commit crimes are caught and properly punished for their wrongdoings."
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Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Jun 29, 2016 19:03:21 GMT -8
"Ooh..."
The twins glanced at each other wordlessly. This was an interesting development.
Do we commit crimes?
Yeah, I guess...
Hmmph.
He seems nice, though.
Yeah, he does.
He seems pretty smart, though.
Hmm...we don't want him to catch us.
They glanced back up at the fuzzy minister, eyes widened inquisitively.
"So...how do you catch criminals? Is it difficult? Can you tell a criminal when you see them?"
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Minister Deathforge
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 32
Physical Description: Deathforge is a lycanthropic version of a Red Wolf, sharing in their reddish-brown coloring. He is massive for a Werewolf, coming in at nearly 7'8", and weighing nearly 400 pounds. His eyes are a dark-yellow in color.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears the uniform of an Isran Inspector, custom-tailored to his size. A badge denoting his rank is pinned on his left breast, and a holster carrying a large hand crossbow, that would require two hands for a human, and a quiver on his other hip.
Registered: May 24, 2016 4:10:25 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Deathforge on Jun 30, 2016 5:07:50 GMT -8
"We physically catch them by running them down normally, sometimes they come quietly and those that do tend to receive a bit better of treatment in exchange for cooperating. We know who to catch by examining the evidence they leave behind."
He paused to take a sip of the beer, they didn't always catch the criminals, and sometimes they were wrong. No sense in bothering these slightly creepy children with that though.
"It can be difficult depending on how smart the criminal was, or just the circumstances surrounding it. And yeah, after years of doing it, sometimes you can tell who is a criminal or who is not, but you have to prove it first. You can't just go off of what your gut tells you is right."
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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 30, 2016 12:21:47 GMT -8
Allowing herself to be tugged to her feet and embraced, Naoki reciprocates the embrace, wrapping her own arm around the slender elf.
It occurs to Naoki, at this point, that it must be somewhat strange for two elves to hug. As Naoki understands, elf ears are sensitive in a similar manner to her own. Erogenously so. Their ears would rub together when hugging, assuming the two elves in question are roughly the same height and don’t make an effort to prevent ear-rubbing. It isn’t an issue in this case, considering that Naoki’s ears are on the top of her head, but it must be somewhat awkward.
Regardless, for her part, Naoki does well to make the embrace seem platonic. As tempting as it is to start stroking and attempt to escalate things, Emahra probably wouldn’t take kindly to such things. Perhaps later; probably never. Instead, Naoki simply remains for however long Emahra would like to maintain the hug, allowing her to break it off when she decides to.
Presumably, she does, at some point. As she does, Naoki holds her for a moment by the shoulders and delivers a firm, friendly nod before disengaging. As she reseats herself, the smile remains, and gains an aspect of satisfaction. This meeting’s goals- primary and secondary, have been accomplished.
After waiting for Ema to reseat herself, “There’s just one more thing. Just now, you said, ‘If you believe I would be the best person for the position, I will not attempt to dissuade you,’ Naoki’s impersonation is on-point.
“Don’t do that. The logic that I use is no better than yours. If you see a flaw with a plan I propose, or have reason to think that a decision I’ve made is incorrect, or could be improved, I would ask you to say so.”
With that said, Naoki turns her gaze downward to the board, and, after a few moment’s worth of deliberation, makes her next move.
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