Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 22, 2016 7:44:20 GMT -8
Royal nods.
"A demon, huh? That sounds rough. How did you even get possessed in the first place? Was the demon just wandering around and happened to spot you? Or were you targeted specifically?"
He sighs, looking over his poor beat-up cousin sympathetically.
"I got turned into a vampire some time ago. See?"
Opening his mouth, he shows Ravven his fangs.
"It's kind of annoying, I can't go out in the sun. Otherwise it's not too bad, though."
Thinking for a moment, he adds:
"I hope those folks will let me on their carriage. And I sure hope they'll let you on too. They seem reasonable, I'm sure if we explain the situation they'll understand."
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Registered: Oct 21, 2015 16:41:47 GMT -8
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Mar 22, 2016 8:11:36 GMT -8
Ravven had to think for a second, he wasn’t exactly sure how the demon had possessed him.
“Although I can’t be certain, I think it was simply waiting for a victim to walk near it. All I remember was walking past an alleyway and suddenly I felt it enter me. I don’t know why it decided to go after me of all people, but it hasn’t wanted to leave me since.”
Suddenly, Ravven’s body went stiff as a board. Eyes filling with fear, he felt the demon attempting to take control. He mustn’t let it, who knows what it would cause him to do to Roy if it did take over. Biting his lip, Ravven fought off the demons influence, barely. Body relaxing once more, Ravven felt as the demon grudgingly gave up its struggle.
“It just tried to take control of me, it does that often,” Ravven’s voice was just above a whisper, his hands trembling slightly as he tried to calm himself.
At Roy’s mention of being a vampire, Ravven would offer Roy a surprised look. That was an unexpected turn of events, it seemed he wasn’t the only young Fletcher to get entangled in a curse. Peering at Roy’s fangs, he could almost hear the demon inside him muttering about vampires and not to trust them.
“I’m sorry you got turned into one, were you attacked by one when traveling or something? Still, I don’t think it’s that obvious to most people, you look pretty normal to me. Us Fletchers have always been pale after all. I agree though, it would be nice if they us come along for the ride, traveling alone is quite dangerous I’ve discovered.”
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 22, 2016 8:21:40 GMT -8
"It tried to take control of you? That's not good...we should get you to the academy as quick as we can."
Roy chews on his chocolate, a concerned look on his face. It's not good to get possessed at all, much less have the demon try to take control.
"Are you sure you're alright? That's not safe...have you tried to seek help?"
When Ravven asks about how Roy got turned into a vampire, he shakes his head.
"Nothing nearly so interesting. I ran into a couple of them in an abandoned bar and got turned into one. It's alright, I suppose. I never was much of an outdoors person."
He glances about the room again.
"I should try to find out where we are. I don't think this is a hospital..."
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Registered: Oct 21, 2015 16:41:47 GMT -8
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Mar 22, 2016 8:55:02 GMT -8
“It’ll be okay, lately I’ve been able to keep it from taking control. It just tires me out and I usually am unable to do anything else while resisting. Still, the sooner we can get to the academy the better, if they can do something to help me I would be… Very grateful.”
At the mention of whether he had seeked help before, Ravven froze. His expression became one of grief and he stared at the floor, not meeting Roy’s eyes as recounted his tale.
“Yes, about a year after I was possessed, I went searching for someone who could help me. I was in a small town and there was a shaman there. I had been told he was quite excellent at exorcising demons and had made up my mind to try and meet him. Back then I rarely could overpower the demon, but I had been saving up my energy for days. I had let the demon do as it pleased for the past week, not resisting.
Then the day came when I was near the Shaman’s house. I used all of my energy to break free of the demon’s control and keep him out. I ran to the shaman and begged him to help me, explaining what had happened to me. The shaman was a kind old man and he agreed to help remove the demon from me. He set up the ritual and it was proceeding well at first.
Halfway through was when things went wrong. I felt the demon push against my will with a desperation I hadn’t felt from it before, I wasn’t able to stop it! I lost complete control and the next thing I remember I was standing over the shamans dead body, blood on my hands and no memory of what had just occurred.”
Tears rolled down Ravven’s cheeks and onto the floor below, but he still spoke in the same tone.
“Upon seeing what I had done, I tried to kill myself. I realized I was a menace to society and should end myself before I harmed others! Not all of these scars on my arms are from beatings Roy. However, even in my attempted suicide I failed. The demon possessing me has some skill in healing and whenever I would attempt to end my life I would simply awake, wounds healed by the demon and his voice continuing to taunt me. The only hope for me is to be able to control this demon, that is my goal.”
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 22, 2016 9:26:22 GMT -8
"Ooh...that's rough."
Roy pats Ravven calmingly, shocked by the horrifying tale.
"That's awful...It sounds like that demon's just toying with you. We'll have to get you to the academy regardless, they'll help you learn how to control it."
He passes Ravven another piece of chocolate and gets up.
"I'm going to be right back, Ravven. I'll go buy some food. Don't worry, I'll come back quickly. We need to get you to the academy."
Picking up his parasol, he heads out the door.
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Registered: Oct 21, 2015 16:41:47 GMT -8
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Mar 22, 2016 11:02:49 GMT -8
“They can teach me how to do that there? That would make things much easier if I could control it, in my current state I’m just too unstable. You’ll be at the academy still too right?”
Ravven took the chocolate, nibbling at it a bit as Roy stated his intention to go get food. He looked slightly worried by the prospect of being left alone, even for so short a time, but didn’t object further.
“Try not to take too long, okay? I hope no one bothers me while you’re gone, but they do seem like nice people.”
Ravven glances around the room, taking note of escape paths if he needed any. A silly thought, after all, the people who had brought him here clearly didn’t mean any harm. Still, his instincts overpowered common sense.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 22, 2016 13:28:58 GMT -8
Roy returns some time later, carrying a greasy paper bag in his hand. He smiles at his cousin, and sits back down in his chair.
"Here you go, Ravven. I bought you some food. And apparently we're in a tavern called the 'Midnight Sun'. Seems like a nice place, but definitely not a hospital."
Reaching into the bag, Roy pulls out a delicious-smelling grilled sandwich. The bread is was clearly heavily buttered before frying, and is filled with crunchy bacon and fresh, crisp lettuce. Juicy slices of bright red tomato complete the sandwich, and it's held together by a long wooden toothpick. Roy hands it to Ravven.
"Here ya go. It's pretty good."
Pulling a chicken sandwich out of the bag for himself, he sinks his teeth into the crispy goodness.
"Mmm...besides the whole demon thing, how've you been?"
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Registered: Oct 21, 2015 16:41:47 GMT -8
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Mar 22, 2016 15:50:49 GMT -8
Ravven’s eyes widen when Roy states their in the Midnight Sun. He had been here before, but hadn’t expected they would have helped one such as him. A strange turn of events indeed.
“The Midnight Sun is the most popular bar in the area and dare I say the most dangerous to offend. Those who work in this city know not to mess with them, I’m rather baffled why they would assist me. Their food is great though, I wonder who their chef is.”
Taking the sandwich, Ravven offers Roy his thanks before promptly demolishing it. Despite his small frame, the sandwich is wolfed down in under a minute. Once finished, Ravven wipes his hands on the tattered remains of his shirt.
“I’m gonna need a new one of these,” He sighed as he shoved the remains of his shirt away from himself halfheartedly.
“Well, unfortunately the demon thing has been my entire existence basically, so I haven’t been very well at all. Living off the street by stealing stuff is a tiring life style. I suppose things could have turned out worse, but not by much. I should probably heal myself now, I hope this doesn’t disturb you too much.”
Feeling more rejuvenated, Ravven began healing his back. A strange aura appears around him, just barely perceptible. For the next few seconds, Ravven’s back felt like it had been set on fire and he couldn’t help but cry out in pain. The pain was worth it though, for after those few seconds, all that remained of the injuries on his back were scars.
“So tell me Roy, where have you traveled since we’ve last met? Gone on any adventures, met any damsels in distress? You also mentioned a magic school, do you happen to attend it?”
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 22, 2016 16:02:34 GMT -8
"Here, you can use one of my shirts."
Roy reaches into his bag and pulls out a slightly-worn but clean shirt, then hands it to Ravven. It should fit him well enough, seeing as he's about the same size as Roy. When he heals himself, Roy jumps up in alarm. Soon enough, however, he settles down.
"That doesn't look like a great way of healing yourself, Ravven...looks kinda painful."
He sits down and takes another bite of his sandwich, savoring every morsel of the tender chicken breast.
"Adventures? Hehehe...Not really. I went Jotun hunting a little while ago in Asgeir, but that's about it. And I got a girlfriend...oh yeah, the school! It's great! Yeah, I attend. It's kinda expensive, but I got a sponsorship."
Roy beams happily.
"I love it there! It's the greatest. They've got loads of smart mages. They'll be able to help you, I'm sure."
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Registered: Oct 21, 2015 16:41:47 GMT -8
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Mar 22, 2016 16:28:27 GMT -8
“Thanks, I’ll only need to borrow this until I go off and get my bag. Speaking of that, I believe my stash is quite close to here, I’ll go pick it up and bring it back here. Be back in ten minutes or so.”
Rising rather stiffly, Ravven stretches a bit, joints popping as he moves around. After being satisfied nothing was broken or badly injured, Ravven offers Roy a wave of farewell as he makes his way out the door.
Within about ten minutes or so, he would return, carrying a medium sized travel bag. It was worn, but in fairly good condition. Pulling off the shirt Roy had loaned him, Ravven hands it back to him as he rummages around in his travel bag. Pulling out a pair of black pants and shirt identical the ones he was previously in, he quickly changes into them. His pants were just a bit dirty, but there was no saving the old shirt.
In addition to the clothes, he pulls several daggers out of his bag, sliding them into a belt he had just put on. They weren’t concealed exactly, but one might not notice them without examining him closely.
“Do you think they’ll charge me money to help me out? I know schools like that are usually kinda elitist. They might not like the look of me, I can’t really say I blame them. If I ran such a great school, I wouldn’t exactly like street urchins wandering around.”
Ravven sounds a bit rejected as he voices his last concern.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 22, 2016 16:36:33 GMT -8
"Hey! Are you sure you should be walking around?"
Roy sits helplessly, waiting for his cousin to return. Luckily, Ravven does so quickly and safely.
"Ah, you're back! Er...do you really need that many daggers? That's quite a few you got there."
When Ravven asks about the money, Roy scratches his head.
"Er...don't worry about that. We'll get you the treatment you'll need, buddy. I know of a few professors who could handle it."
He pats Ravven on the head comfortingly.
"There there, you're no urchin. You're a nice and respectable young man."
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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.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Cynder generally wears a set of black and gold leather clothing, coated with a wax that makes it fireproof, due to Cynder's being covered in fur, and the difficulties that presents as a pyromancer. Her top is a low-cut halter top with gold lining, and her trousers are tight leather trousers, complemented by a pair of sturdy boots, perfect for acrobatic performances. When not performing, she generally walks about with her feet uncovered, preferring the feel of the ground beneath her paws. She wears quite a bit of golden jewelry, as well, all produced in her homeland long, long ago, handed down to her by her mother.
Registered: Feb 13, 2016 19:57:17 GMT -8
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Post by Rarraennan "Cynder" K'talon on Mar 22, 2016 19:39:04 GMT -8
Cynder is slightly taken aback at Alden's reaction, but she is happy for the fact that he doesn't just walk out or turn to stone or something. Her expression turns from surprised to a beaming, happy smile, and she squeezes Alden to her, kissing him gently on the lips. Then, she pulls back a bit and frowns slightly.
"My people are pregnant for two months, usually. Does that mean I won't be able to go on dangerous assignments for a whole two months? How will I be able to prove to you that I can fight?" asks Cynder, sounding quite concerned.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Mar 22, 2016 20:25:55 GMT -8
Alden's head is still spinning. It is a lot to take in, or it seemed like it should be. If he had a father he couldn't remember the man. He actually has zero practical experience with families. He understands the basic make up of one, but that is just a definition. What did he do, what did he... Oh he was panicking a bit. That was new. He stares at Cynder blankly for a moment, digesting her words. Well trying to remember her words.
"Two months?"
That didn't seem like long enough. He needed more time to prepare. Wait how did he prepare? Was there a manual or someone he could talk to? What else had she said?
"Prove you can fight? I know you can fight. Wasn't the point to teach you how to fight? Wait why wouldn't you be able to go on assignments? I gather it has something to deal with the pregnancy, but why would that stop you?"
It is becoming increasingly apparent that Alden knows nothing about babies, pregnancy, or familes.
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Registered: Oct 21, 2015 16:41:47 GMT -8
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Mar 22, 2016 21:00:28 GMT -8
Ravven seems slightly impressed when Roy states he has connections at the school.
“Wow, to be on the good side of professors at a school such as that, you’ve really moved up in the world. It can’t be easy to earn the respect of such people, but I can see you being one to study a lot. What classes do you take there?”
Although still a bit on edge, Ravven is much less uptight than he was just moments earlier. He seems to be used to Roy patting him on the head and no longer flinches at his touch.
“I hope I can become respectable after living like this for so long. I’m sure it’s possible for me to change, but it’ll be difficult. Very difficult. Trusting people has become such a foreign idea to me, I feel like everyone is out to get me almost. Only the fact I knew you previously let me trust you to this degree, most everyone else I see as a potential predator or enemy. But I can’t continue on like this, it drains me.”
Ravven stifled a yawn. Although he was exhausted, he thought Roy would probably leave if he went to sleep. Of course, he’d certainly come back later, but he still had an irrational fear of being left alone. Ironic as he had lived alone by himself for so many years, but this encounter with Roy had triggered memories of better times, times when he hadn’t been alone.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 22, 2016 21:04:54 GMT -8
Roy smiles, happy to be able to talk about his school.
"Oh, lots of classes. I have runescribing lessons, alchemy classes, basic spellcasting...all sorts of stuff!"
He nods as Ravven expresses his woes, a look of concern on his face.
"Don't worry, Ravven. I'm sure you'll be fine. Not everyone's out to get you. And remember, you've always got your family."
Scrunching up the empty paper bag, he throws it across the room at a wastebasket. It misses, and he lets out a dejected sigh before getting up and throwing it away.
"Are you tired, Ravven? You really should get some rest..."
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Mar 22, 2016 21:51:06 GMT -8
Skarlet returned to work at the midnight sun, She now wore a sexy red bunny suit which she filled out perfectly. She first checked in with all the staff and got to work, she'd go around patrolling the place. Things seemed to be going fine. The two Fletchers would probably notice Skarlet at some point.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 16, 2024 4:38:10 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2016 9:05:42 GMT -8
The door was slammed on one time as the handle would turn, then yanked open as the Lionkin noticed it to have been opened. A snarl came from his face, rage turned to recognition as eyes calmed down, surprised now at the new stranger. His growl turned to a low grumble, stepping backwards as he marched his way around the male and returning to his path towards Madame Naoki's room.
From there, he grew silent once more, a low grumble repeating in the back of his throat as three rapid knocks were heard upon her door, standing with bent legs a little away from the door, tail pushed against the wall as he waited with impatient thoughts rushing through his had. This indeed was urgent, and had to be dealt with as soon as possible.
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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 Mar 23, 2016 16:02:05 GMT -8
The door swings open, creaking slightly on its hinges. Though the hinges are very well made, the creaking is intentional. The door cannot be opened without making noise, and as an extension, alerting everyone inside- a sort of security feature built directly in, and maintained simply by negligence in oiling the hinges.
Regardless, the door opens, revealing the figure of Madame Naoki. Having only just gotten back from St. James Boutique, she is in the process of preparing for the trip to Gauldin; various papers and documents related to diplomacy, foreign policy, and etiquette are littered all across her desk. Her hair is a bit out of sorts, and she adjusts it slightly as she greets Aithen.
“Aithen, hello. How can I help you?”
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Registered: Oct 21, 2015 16:41:47 GMT -8
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Mar 23, 2016 16:29:06 GMT -8
“Sounds interesting, although I suspect I’d never be able to afford going to such a school. If they’re willing to help me control this demon, my reason for traveling there will be complete. I’m sure there are others who would teach magic at a much more reasonable cost.”
Sighing, Ravven nodded his head at Roy’s statement about family.
“Although I have my family, you’re the only one I’ve been able to contact and the meeting between us was pure coincidence. Still, if all goes well at this academy you speak of, I should be able to visit them once more.”
Ravven does notice Skarlet once as she walked by the door on her patrol. She was wearing quite an interesting outfit, he had seen ones such as it before, but she looked better than most in it. Still, he couldn’t process his thoughts well, he really did need to get some sleep.
“I suppose I should take a bit of a nap. I’d appreciate it if you’d stay here while I’m sleeping. Although the people seem nice here, I feel rather vulnerable while sleeping, especially in a place like this. I understand if you don’t feel like staying here while I sleep though…”
Climbing into the bed, Ravven curled up and gradually began to doze off. After just a few minutes, his breathing pattern changes, confirming he is in a rather deep sleep.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 16, 2024 4:38:10 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2016 16:34:32 GMT -8
The Lionkin looked down to Madame Naoki, a tint of green which was glazed over his eyes slowly fading, leaving the shocked eyes to be themselves. "Madame Naoki, a sudden opportunity has risen.." He exclaimed with much warning. Marching inside of her room, he turned back around, hands at his sides, his Kusarigama as bounded as possible around his forearm as he held it firmly.
"Thorok, the Chieftan of Falkreath, the king of the Frok'Nold. He has sent his seer's voice to my ears, and I must prepare you for his coming. Thorok of Mathladeem wishes to seek audience with you." He stood there, impatiently, waiting for any response as he looked with worry and anxiety building up inside of him.
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