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 Aug 5, 2016 20:42:14 GMT -8
Alan the bartender strode down the bar to the armor-clad newcomer, smiling invitingly.
"Welcome to the Midnight Sun! I take it you haven't been here before, sir?"
He gestured to a second counter, closer to the door. Behind it sat a young and rather bored-looking clerk, flipping a silver coin. His dark complexion and windswept hair gave him a rather exotic appearance, and several young women were swooning over him from afar.
"We cater to an international audience, and thus use a proprietary token system for payment. You can get your money exchanged over there. A'lynn will help you out."
Upon hearing his name, the clerk looked up and waved. Alan nodded encouragingly.
"While you're getting that sorted out, I'll get your drink ready. Do you want an imported ale, or a local brew?"
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Tilus
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 27
Physical Description: Dark brown thick hair, a thin nose and lips of similar proportion, and a defined jaw line. He has the general appearance of a human. His skin is lightly tanned, and his body well built to that of a muscle builder. He stands at 6'2", and weighs 223 lbs. He is marked with a few burn scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Tilus wears his armor as proof of his charred ability. Originally, his armor was the color of most typical iron armors, although the constant use of his magics charred the armor, adding a burnt look to it. In towns, he does not wear a helmet, but it is noted he is usually found wearing full-plate armor aside from that.
Equipment:
-Full-plate armor; gauntlets spiked
-Claymore (greatsword)
-Torch
-Belt with coin purse (10) and any keys.
Player's online availability : Not often
Registered: Aug 5, 2016 17:29:43 GMT -8
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Post by Tilus on Aug 6, 2016 9:00:30 GMT -8
"I'll be happy to drink whichever one. I'm a little bit limited on coin at the moment," Tilus said, looking to what he assumed was the exchange clerk.
"What services come with Midnight Tokens?"
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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 Aug 6, 2016 9:10:37 GMT -8
A'lynn looked up at the armored customer, giving a careless grin. Reaching behind the counter, he pulled out four coins of varying shapes and metals.
"Here's the coins we use, sir. Moons, suns, eclipses, and novas. Most drinks cost somewhere from a few moons to a sun, unless you're looking at imported wines or...specialized drinks. As to services, well...I'm sure you could ask around. There's plenty of people here willing to perform all sorts of...ahem, services. But if you're just here for a drink, I'll just take a few silver coins. Three or four moons should be able to pay for your ale."
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Tilus
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 27
Physical Description: Dark brown thick hair, a thin nose and lips of similar proportion, and a defined jaw line. He has the general appearance of a human. His skin is lightly tanned, and his body well built to that of a muscle builder. He stands at 6'2", and weighs 223 lbs. He is marked with a few burn scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Tilus wears his armor as proof of his charred ability. Originally, his armor was the color of most typical iron armors, although the constant use of his magics charred the armor, adding a burnt look to it. In towns, he does not wear a helmet, but it is noted he is usually found wearing full-plate armor aside from that.
Equipment:
-Full-plate armor; gauntlets spiked
-Claymore (greatsword)
-Torch
-Belt with coin purse (10) and any keys.
Player's online availability : Not often
Registered: Aug 5, 2016 17:29:43 GMT -8
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Post by Tilus on Aug 6, 2016 11:19:16 GMT -8
Tilus looked at his coin pouch for a few seconds, smiling. Standing up immediately, he gave a thumbs up to the bartender before rushing over to the odd-haired boy.
"How much can I get for nine silver, and one gold?" he asked, pouring the whole contents of his pouch into his hand.
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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 Aug 6, 2016 12:44:50 GMT -8
A'lynn quickly counted out the coins and placed them behind the counter, then placed down nine silver moons and a golden sun.
"Here you go, sir. Gold and silver coins are easy, thankfully. It's only when we get to complicated things like gemstones or jewelry or human souls that the exchanges get difficult. We don't get that too often, though."
He slid the coins over to Tilus, stacking them up in a neat tower for no apparent reason.
"Enjoy your evening, sir."
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Tilus
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 27
Physical Description: Dark brown thick hair, a thin nose and lips of similar proportion, and a defined jaw line. He has the general appearance of a human. His skin is lightly tanned, and his body well built to that of a muscle builder. He stands at 6'2", and weighs 223 lbs. He is marked with a few burn scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Tilus wears his armor as proof of his charred ability. Originally, his armor was the color of most typical iron armors, although the constant use of his magics charred the armor, adding a burnt look to it. In towns, he does not wear a helmet, but it is noted he is usually found wearing full-plate armor aside from that.
Equipment:
-Full-plate armor; gauntlets spiked
-Claymore (greatsword)
-Torch
-Belt with coin purse (10) and any keys.
Player's online availability : Not often
Registered: Aug 5, 2016 17:29:43 GMT -8
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Post by Tilus on Aug 6, 2016 14:53:35 GMT -8
Nodding, then snatching the stack up in a quick swoop, Tilus walked back to the bar. With two fingers, Tilus placed a golden sun on the counter.
"I'll have whatever a golden sun can get me," he said. Fumbling for a moment, he placed the rest of the nine moons on the bar as well.
"And nine moons."
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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 Aug 6, 2016 15:57:44 GMT -8
Alan finished wiping off a glass and turned to Tilus, handing him a menu. "That's a listing of our specialty drinks, as well as a selection of entrees and cakes. You should be able to get whatever you please out of that. Or, if you'd prefer, I could just set you up with regular ale or liquor. Those are generally around a moon or two per glass." Leaning in closer, he added: "I recommend the Heartbreak. First glass is on the house." |
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Tilus
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 27
Physical Description: Dark brown thick hair, a thin nose and lips of similar proportion, and a defined jaw line. He has the general appearance of a human. His skin is lightly tanned, and his body well built to that of a muscle builder. He stands at 6'2", and weighs 223 lbs. He is marked with a few burn scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Tilus wears his armor as proof of his charred ability. Originally, his armor was the color of most typical iron armors, although the constant use of his magics charred the armor, adding a burnt look to it. In towns, he does not wear a helmet, but it is noted he is usually found wearing full-plate armor aside from that.
Equipment:
-Full-plate armor; gauntlets spiked
-Claymore (greatsword)
-Torch
-Belt with coin purse (10) and any keys.
Player's online availability : Not often
Registered: Aug 5, 2016 17:29:43 GMT -8
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Post by Tilus on Aug 6, 2016 16:00:54 GMT -8
Tilus lit up at the sound. Heartbreak echoed in his head, and acknowledging the fact he can hold his drinks down, smiled. Whatever this drink was, it sounded strong, and those were Tilus's favorite drinks. Although he does enjoy the stronger ones, he always enjoys a glass of ale.
"I'll take the Heartbreak, then."
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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 Aug 6, 2016 16:21:18 GMT -8
Alan nodded, grinning cheerfully. He walked over to a table that looked suspiciously like an alchemy table, and mixed up a deep red glass of something or other. Hurrying back, he passed it to Tilus , with a soft chuckle. "Here you go, sir. Your first glass of Heartbreak, on the house." At his words, the three other bartenders turned to look. Allen sighed, and turned away. Ellen tutted and gave Alan a disdainful glare. Elin gave a high-pitched giggle of amusement, and called out from across the bar. "Enjoy your drink, sir!" |
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Tilus
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 27
Physical Description: Dark brown thick hair, a thin nose and lips of similar proportion, and a defined jaw line. He has the general appearance of a human. His skin is lightly tanned, and his body well built to that of a muscle builder. He stands at 6'2", and weighs 223 lbs. He is marked with a few burn scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Tilus wears his armor as proof of his charred ability. Originally, his armor was the color of most typical iron armors, although the constant use of his magics charred the armor, adding a burnt look to it. In towns, he does not wear a helmet, but it is noted he is usually found wearing full-plate armor aside from that.
Equipment:
-Full-plate armor; gauntlets spiked
-Claymore (greatsword)
-Torch
-Belt with coin purse (10) and any keys.
Player's online availability : Not often
Registered: Aug 5, 2016 17:29:43 GMT -8
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Post by Tilus on Aug 6, 2016 16:37:34 GMT -8
Tilus accepted the drink happily, smelling it. Smiling, he replied to Elin with an "I will," and looked happily to the other bartenders. Noticing their mood shift, Tilus decided he'd take the drink on the go, assuming that staying here might do more harm. Deciding he'd take the glass with him, he placed a sun token on the bar so nobody would fuss at him. As he made his way out, helmet in one arm, glass in the other, he approached A'lynn.
"What's got them in a bad mood?" Tilus asked, sticking a finger in his drink and tasting it. The flavor of it amazed him, and he knew he needed more of it. Of course, there were more matters to attend to, like getting another Heartache. Contemplating whether or not to get a second just in case, Tilus stuck his finger in his glass again for another taste.
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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 Aug 6, 2016 16:52:23 GMT -8
A'lynn looked up at the man, then looked down at his choice in drink. Ah, Heartbreak. He wondered if he should tell the man the truth. It was the morally right thing to do, after all. But it would cost him his job, and he couldn't afford that. Where else could he play with coins and flirt with drunk women all day? Besides, not telling him wouldn't be any more than a drop in the ocean of unethical behaviors in the city, wouldn't it?
"I wouldn't know, sir. I'm not a bartender. Those four are always either at each others throats or best friends. I can never keep track of who's getting along with who."
He flipped a coin into the air, bouncing it off Tilus's breastplate and back onto his countertop. Meanwhile, the tall and blonde Elin waved flirtatiously at Tilus.
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Tilus
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 27
Physical Description: Dark brown thick hair, a thin nose and lips of similar proportion, and a defined jaw line. He has the general appearance of a human. His skin is lightly tanned, and his body well built to that of a muscle builder. He stands at 6'2", and weighs 223 lbs. He is marked with a few burn scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Tilus wears his armor as proof of his charred ability. Originally, his armor was the color of most typical iron armors, although the constant use of his magics charred the armor, adding a burnt look to it. In towns, he does not wear a helmet, but it is noted he is usually found wearing full-plate armor aside from that.
Equipment:
-Full-plate armor; gauntlets spiked
-Claymore (greatsword)
-Torch
-Belt with coin purse (10) and any keys.
Player's online availability : Not often
Registered: Aug 5, 2016 17:29:43 GMT -8
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Post by Tilus on Aug 6, 2016 17:22:28 GMT -8
"Ah, I see. Good day," Tilus said to A'lynn, as he walked out the door. He'd recognized Elin's wave, but wasn't fixed on staying at the Midnight Sun for too long.
"It's been too long..," Tilus grumbled to himself, chugging the contents of the whole glass in one swoop.
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Aegon
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 238
Age: ??
Physical Description: Six and a half feet tall, lean and fit, his black hair still long now has a braid that comes down the right side of his chest. dark and steely. A full beard now adorns his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: He now wears simple clothes. A sleeveless black tunic, dark brown cloth trousers, leather sandals, often a leather cuirass. A green hald cloak adorns his shoulders and can be used as a hood if he needs one.
He still has several magical orbs in his possession that float around his person invisible unless used. Those that glimpse them see golden orbs etched with various geometric patterns and studded with gems. Each with a secret.
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Registered: Jul 16, 2015 21:33:03 GMT -8
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Post by Aegon on Aug 6, 2016 23:24:12 GMT -8
Ellen nodded, and bustled off to get the drinks. A moment later, she returned with two shots and a mug of ale for Roxanne. Before she set them down, she gestured for Aegon to look across the bar at a nine-foot orc, lying unconscious against a wall. "Walking isn't even half of it, mister. Just standing up is already quite a challenge. And that orc over there didn't even make it to the second shot. Good luck." She grinned, and walked around the counter to stand beside Aegon. "Whenever you're ready. Two shots, and walk to the door." Aegon cracked his knuckles and lifted the first shot to his nose, take a quick wiff. His nose burned from the vapors alone. He lowered the glass away from his face and shook his head like something had bopped his nose. He looked over to Roxanne Fletcher with a smirk. Then he shot it, tilted his head back and swallowing the nightfyre without it ever touching his lips or tongue, he repeated the move quickly with the second. |
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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 Aug 7, 2016 10:36:26 GMT -8
Ellen turned away from the poor lad leaving the bar and looked back at Aegon. Noticing the two empty shot glasses, she blinked in surprise. He'd downed them both so quickly? And he was still upright? Incredible.
"Alright, sir. Walk this way, towards the door. Straight line, mind you. No wobbling."
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816 
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Aug 7, 2016 10:40:20 GMT -8
Roxanne nodded, impressed. She could smell the alcohol from a couple of feet away. Maybe there was some truth to what he had said, about wine putting him out but being able to handle his liquor. She giggled, taking a sip of her own drink.
"Go, Aegon! You got this! Walk to the door!"
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Aegon
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 238
Age: ??
Physical Description: Six and a half feet tall, lean and fit, his black hair still long now has a braid that comes down the right side of his chest. dark and steely. A full beard now adorns his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: He now wears simple clothes. A sleeveless black tunic, dark brown cloth trousers, leather sandals, often a leather cuirass. A green hald cloak adorns his shoulders and can be used as a hood if he needs one.
He still has several magical orbs in his possession that float around his person invisible unless used. Those that glimpse them see golden orbs etched with various geometric patterns and studded with gems. Each with a secret.
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Registered: Jul 16, 2015 21:33:03 GMT -8
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Post by Aegon on Aug 7, 2016 11:03:34 GMT -8
Aegon started to walk, his longs legs stable, not even seeming drunk.... until he reached the half way point. He stopped for a second the concoction had spread into his systems and it was noticeable. So much so the room spun for a moment. He took a deep breath, steadying the room itself, and took another step . Then another. He was almost there, no wobble to his gait. Almost there, one more step. He made it, touching the door in a moment of triumph. He turned to face the bar, a victorious smirk on his face. The turn, however, made the room spin wildly and he ended up falling to the floor; slamming against the door and sliding down until he landed on his rump with a thump. Aegon laughed at himself, a deep happy sound.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Aug 7, 2016 11:20:05 GMT -8
Roxanne cheered as Aegon reached the door, and laughed as he collapsed on the ground. Getting up off her barstool, she walked over to the drunken mage and hauled him back to the bar.
"You barely made it, Aegon. If that door was three steps further, you'd be face-down on the ground. Here, let's get you on your seat."
She half-dragged him up to his chair and sat him upright, balancing him carefully. Who would have thought that he'd be able to take two shots of a drink that put an orc out in one?
"Good job, Aegon. You did it! Hey, where's Trinity gone off to? Is she just running around?"
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Aegon
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 238
Age: ??
Physical Description: Six and a half feet tall, lean and fit, his black hair still long now has a braid that comes down the right side of his chest. dark and steely. A full beard now adorns his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: He now wears simple clothes. A sleeveless black tunic, dark brown cloth trousers, leather sandals, often a leather cuirass. A green hald cloak adorns his shoulders and can be used as a hood if he needs one.
He still has several magical orbs in his possession that float around his person invisible unless used. Those that glimpse them see golden orbs etched with various geometric patterns and studded with gems. Each with a secret.
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Registered: Jul 16, 2015 21:33:03 GMT -8
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Post by Aegon on Aug 8, 2016 17:17:53 GMT -8
He took his perch on the barstool. A pleasant and drunken expression on his face, "She ran off when we got to the city, back to play in the plains." His words were slurred but the man clearly didn't care about the place being crowded anymore.
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Aug 8, 2016 17:26:07 GMT -8
Fenrir walked in to the Midnight Sun slowly, taking care not to bump into anyone or anything with his massive, half-armored frame. He had spent the fast few weeks slaying rats and killing the occasional pesky goblin that had infested a sewer. He supposed in any job you had tostart at the bottom, but the bottom of being an adventurer seemed to be fairly demeaning. He needed a drink, hence why he was here.
Upon reaching the bar, he leaned down on a taller section of it and waited for a bartender to pop up.
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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 Aug 8, 2016 18:10:49 GMT -8
Through a side door, using one of the many keys on her ring, Madame Naoki enters The Midnight Sun. It’s been a while, she reflects, making her way into the primary service room. Been awhile since she’s spent a few hours in one of the booths with Artemis, sharing drinks and discussing the passing patrons silently.
The slightest hint of a frown crosses her face as she becomes aware of the fact it’s unlikely that they ever will again, outside of intentionally for nostalgic reasons. Hmmph. On this occasion, coming directly from The Citadel, Naoki finds herself wearing one of what seem to have become her trademark loose white blouse - black pleated skirt combos.
Regardless, she expunged the melancholy thought from her mind as she moves swiftly over to a vacant table; today she’s here on business. Gesticulating, she catches the eye of one of the wait staff, a young woman who is, while somewhat pretty, not particularly noteworthy, other than the fact that she was only hired in the last month.
Painting a polite sort of smile over her grimace, Naoki greets the woman and spends a half-moment to introduce herself before simply requesting that she have one of the more veteran bartenders make her something to drink.
Nodding slowly to herself and wholly forgetting to verbally acknowledge the request, or even so much as provide her name the waitress departs.
With the matter of her drink (hopefully) attended to for the time being, Naoki settles back into her seat and sets her eyes roving across the current set of patrons. At least there are a few familiar faces there, she muses, grumbling quietly to herself.
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