Thaelyn Mortris
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 310 
Age: 22
Physical Description: At 5'7", Thaelyn is just above average height for a woman, with a slender build that makes her just shy of willowy. Slight curves and a womanly shape keep her from looking boyish, if only barely. She has long red hair that falls to her knees, and rich crimson eyes that are usually filled with curiosity, set in a face with delicate features.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Thaelyn wears a set of white and blood red armor which is inscribed inside with a complex series of magical runes. This provides her armor with a strength that belies its lightness, as well as serving as a sort of magical buffer that wards off most spells. She also carries a spear, or perhaps it's a staff - she seems to use it as a combination of both, using it both to fight and to channel her own magical abilities.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Aug 15, 2016 12:11:27 GMT -8
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Post by Thaelyn Mortris on Aug 18, 2016 11:44:17 GMT -8
Thaelyn looked at Alden and her brow furrowed in puzzlement. 'In house currency'? What the hell did that mean? She'd have to find an employee and ask about that later, get her coin exchanged for this currency, whatever it was.
"Thank you. I'll pay you back once I've secured employment." Securing her coin pouch once more, she stood as Alden did, and smiled fondly at the sleepy children. She went with him as far as the main area of the building, and then she stopped.
"It was nice meeting you and all your little ones, Alden. I hope to see you again someday." Waving a farewell to him and the children, she watched until they'd all vacated the premises, then moved toward the inn part of the structure. Time to secure herself a room.. and start asking around for work. She didn't want to fall back into her old type of employment.. maybe there was a library or something she could work at.
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The Starlight Dawn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 116
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun/Starlight Dawn, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 5:08:38 GMT -8
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Post by The Starlight Dawn on Aug 18, 2016 15:06:07 GMT -8
The majority of the cards turn over pliantly for Roxy's examination. Their contents are as follows, in numerical order.
On the backside of the card labeled as “1” there is a drawing. It depicts a being- a humanoid sort of being. But only very loosely so. Its proportions are very much skewed, but not in any particular direction. For example, the thing’s forehead protrudes out well pasts its jaw, and its right arm is considerably larger than its left. Its head- as misshapen as it is, would appear to be completely bald. Indeed, not a single bit of hair is to be seen anywhere on the creature.
The second card, as established, has the drawing of the crystal on it.
The card marked “3” has some manner of script on it. It seems to be a mixture of pictorial and ideographic characters, most of them very wide and flowing. Whether it reads left to right, right to left, or in some other manner entirely is hard to say. Hell, it’s hard to say if the symbols are even representative of language at all. Regardless, Card Three has a bunch of squiggly stuff on the back.
The fourth card is apparently blank on the other side.
The fifth card, when turned over, reveals a peculiar sort of symbol, and nothing else.
On the backside of the card marked with “6”, is the following text.
I don't have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now I'm white and empty.
The seventh card is being difficult, and is apparently unwilling come up off the table. Perhaps it’s glued.
Finally, the eighth card, much like the second and first, has a drawing. This drawing is a peculiar sort of one. The easiest portion to identify is the jar. It would simply appear to be a jar, made of glass, transparent, and capped with a wide cork. However, the item within the jar is the peculiar bit. It hovers within the jar- very small. Assuming that the jar itself is about as large as a jar usually is, the item within is about as large as the last digit of one’s thumb. The thing about it, though, is that it seems to move.
Which is strange. Considering that it’s ink, and it ought not to be able to move. The most comparable representation as to what it is, however, might be a knot. Or perhaps a pile of snakes, all writhing and slithering around each other with no discernible end or beginning. Roxy ought to find it somewhat unsettling to look at. Nauseating, almost.
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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 18, 2016 19:12:43 GMT -8
Roxanne stared at the cards with a mixture of intrigue and disgust. What were these things? What was that deformed figure, that jar of...something, that cryptic message on card number six...something wasn't right here. What was going on? She scrutinized card number three, trying to make sense of the squiggles. Was this some sort of foreign language? Something else? She tried to tease number seven off the table, and held number four up to the light. What could this all possibly mean? After staring at the odd symbol on number five and averting her eyes from the grotesque number eight, she decided that these cards were probably important. Mr. Benedict may be cross, but that was a problem for another day. She pocketed the cards, except for number seven (unless she was able to pry it up off the table). Afterwards, she headed to her room and went to sleep.
In the morning, she packed up the cards, donned her armor, and buckled on her sword. After a moment's hesitation, she also packed up a supply of dried food, some water, and a healing potion. Hopefully she wouldn't need it, those things were expensive.
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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 19, 2016 5:28:04 GMT -8
Fenrir strapped on his sword, in its sheat and strappe to his back. He donned the metal breeches he had found with the gauntlet, the armor plates assembling themselves without difficulty. He grabbed some salted meat he had in his pack, then decided to just grab the whole pack, which included a couple days worth of water if necessary. Fenrir proceeded onto the room where they had talked the night before, and knocked.
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The Starlight Dawn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 116
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun/Starlight Dawn, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 5:08:38 GMT -8
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Post by The Starlight Dawn on Aug 19, 2016 17:34:23 GMT -8
This time, the door swings inward seemingly of its own volition. The room seems to be almost exactly as it was left, minus the seventh card. The crystal ball sits where it was- glowing once more.
The orb waits until both of them are in the room and the door shut behind them. Once they are, it speaks once again with the voice of Benedict, “The cards.”
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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 20, 2016 7:33:44 GMT -8
Roxanne sighed. She'd looked over the cards as before she went to sleep last night, and they had given her awful nightmares. Reaching into her pocket, she guiltily pulled out the cards and slid them across the table.
"I thought they would help...but I couldn't figure anything out about them. I'm sorry."
She avoided looking into the ball, instead averting her eyes and fiddling with the hilt of her sword. She'd made a mistake, it seemed. Her curiosity would be the death of her.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
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An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Aug 20, 2016 9:43:48 GMT -8
Grandma strides into The Midnight Sun, Roy assumedly in tow behind her. At a quick wave of her hand, a waiter immediately makes his way over to them and leads them to Grandma’s private booth on the second floor. Handing them two menus, he leaves for the time being, allowing the pair to get situated. The view from the balcony gives them a perfect vantage of the area below.
Left alone for the moment with the menus, Grandma turns to Roy, a good natured grin on her face.
“So, what do you think of the place, not the run of the mill restaurant is it?”
Grandma surveyed the floor below rather proudly, she was quite fond of this building, it brought back many amusing memories to her.
“I will be quite interested to see which drink you decide on getting, their all quite exotic in their own special way.”
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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 Aug 20, 2016 13:01:38 GMT -8
Roy walked in, still slightly nervous. After all, Uncle Renalt was usually right. However, rather than the hive of scum and villainy that his uncle had described, he was met with the sight of a rather clean and well-managed bar. Relieved, he sat down across from Grandma and looked down at the menu. All the food sounded mouthwatering, especially the mutton kebab. However, Grandma asked about the drinks, so he took a look at the drink menu. They certainly did seem rather exotic, and he deliberated for a moment before choosing.
"I think I'll have the Blizzard...that sounds tasty. How about you, Grandma?"
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Aug 20, 2016 13:27:58 GMT -8
Grandma was able to notice Roy being a bit on edge before they entered the building, but he appeared to calm down significantly upon seeing the interior. Excellent, although appearances weren’t everything, they were most certainly very important. Grandma considered herself a primary example of this in action.
“Ah, the Blizzard, an excellent choice. Not that I wouldn’t say that about most drinks ordered here, they’re all quite delightful. Mmm, I think I’ll have a bottle of Silverleaf, it has a marvelous flavor to it. Once we’ve had a few drinks, we can get our main meal ordered, but best to try the drinks without food to start off with! Also, feel free to get anything on the menu, regardless of price, all of this will be on the house.”
At yet another wave of her hand, the waiter would materialize by their booth, asking both Roy and Grandma what type of beverages they wanted. Once told, he would offer a short bow and head off to fetch the requested drinks.
“So tell me Roy, how’s it like being a vampire?”
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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 Aug 20, 2016 20:10:17 GMT -8
"Oh! On the house? Must be good, being the previous owner..."
Roy was delighted. The best kind of meal was the free kind, after all. When Grandma asked how he liked being a vampire, he thought for a moment. He'd never really put a lot of thought into it. How did he feel?
"Um...I dunno. It's kind of nice, I guess...I don't need to worry about getting hurt or eating the wrong thing...It's kind of weird, though. All my senses are enhanced. I can see further in the dark than most people can in the light. I'm super strong, I guess. But...I have to eat blood from the butcher shop, or I get weak. I can't go outside without a parasol. Sometimes people look at me funny. I'm not sure whether I like being a vampire more than being a human, but it's really different."
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The Starlight Dawn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 116
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun/Starlight Dawn, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 5:08:38 GMT -8
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Post by The Starlight Dawn on Aug 21, 2016 3:01:52 GMT -8
“I gave you exactly one, singular instruction. Don’t. Touch. The cards.”
A pause. Just long enough to let the guilt sink in.
“Did you think I wouldn't notice? How do you think I am managing this? I have at least one accomplice who is responsible for altering items in the room. They placed the cards here at my instruction, and came in last night after you both had left. They came in and noticed the cards had gone. Admittedly, I did not know which one of you it was until you were kind enough to confess just now, Roxy, but unfortunately, this means the end of our time together. If you had proceeded further and failed to heed my warnings, it would have meant your death. I ask, nay, I threaten. Leave the cards where they are, leave this room, and do not speak of anything discussed here.”
Throughout all of what the voice of Benedict has to say, it maintains its steady, even tempo, and does not develop the slightest hint of infliction, instead letting the words speak for themselves.
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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 21, 2016 6:00:29 GMT -8
Roxanne's guilt turned to annoyance when Benedict told her to leave. Seriously? Was he really kicking her out for that? Granted, she'd disobeyed his one order, but still.
"Would you really dismiss me for that, Benedict? For taking the cards to study? For trying to learn about what we're going to be doing as best I could?"
She took a deep breath. Getting annoyed wouldn't help her at all in this situation. She needed to be calm.
"Please, Benedict. Give me another chance. I know I shouldn't have taken the cards, but it was all in the interests of being able to do the job as best I could. I wanted to know what was going on, so that I can bring back your crystal without dying. I'll get your crystal, Benedict. One more chance, that's all I ask."
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Aug 21, 2016 8:12:12 GMT -8
“Yes, being the previous owner is quite convenient. The amount this place has changed since Naoki modernized it is quite spectacular. If you had been in here previously, you wouldn’t have believed it could ever look like it is now.”
The waiter returned with the requested drinks as Roy was explaining how he felt about being a vampire. Grandma nodded as she listened to him, uncorking her bottle of Silverleaf and pouring herself a glass. She took a sip of it as Roy finished, leaning forward as she spoke.
“I find your perspective on being a vampire quite interesting. Most would have either seen it as a mighty curse or a great boon after being one as long as you have. But you seem rather indifferent on the matter. Tell me, have you had any training from a more powerful vampire or have you yet to meet one?”
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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 Aug 21, 2016 16:29:54 GMT -8
Roy sniffed at his drink, then took a hesitant sip. Almost immediately, he tasted the sweet, refreshing mint. The strong menthol chilled his mouth as he took an unnecessary breath, and he coughed.
"Wow, that's really good! I might have to come here more often, if all their drinks are like this. It's so...minty."
When she asked if he'd received any training, he shrugged. He thought briefly back to his stay in Darkhive, but that had ended with him mostly hiding in his room from the other vampires. They were scary, and he'd been frightened the whole time.
"I've met...uh...three vampires, I think. Two of them are pretty strong, but I didn't get any training or anything like that. One of them invited me to stay at his castle with a lot of other vampires, but I was scared and hid all day. Vampires are dangerous."
The irony of his last statement seemed to escape him.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Aug 21, 2016 18:16:22 GMT -8
Grandma concealed her laugh at Roy’s reaction to his drink by raising her glass up to hide her lips, pretending to take a sip of Silverleaf.
“I’m glad you like it, it’s quite the refreshing beverage. I encourage you to try another type before you leave, but if you aren’t used to drinking all that much, I understand.”
Making his way over to their table once more, the waiter inquired as to what they would have for their actual meals. Without any hesitation, Grandma requested The Solar Flare, she was feeling in the mood for a bit of Lobster after all. The waiter then turned to Roy and once he received the order from him, headed off once more to have the kitchen start preparations for the meals.
From the way Roy talked about the other Vampires, it sounded like he considered them totally different from himself. In some ways, this was true, but in others… Well, Grandma suspected the potential for growth was there, even in one such as himself. The question was, did he wish to grow stronger or was he content staying as he was?
“Where do you see yourself in a century, Roy? Will you become like those vampires you feared or do you wish to continue living as you are. Not to say you can’t grow stronger studying, but how would you feel about being trained to use your vampiric abilities to a greater extent?”
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The Starlight Dawn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 116
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun/Starlight Dawn, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 5:08:38 GMT -8
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Post by The Starlight Dawn on Aug 22, 2016 0:36:39 GMT -8
Roxanne's guilt turned to annoyance when Benedict told her to leave. Seriously? Was he really kicking her out for that? Granted, she'd disobeyed his one order, but still. "Would you really dismiss me for that, Benedict? For taking the cards to study? For trying to learn about what we're going to be doing as best I could?" She took a deep breath. Getting annoyed wouldn't help her at all in this situation. She needed to be calm. "Please, Benedict. Give me another chance. I know I shouldn't have taken the cards, but it was all in the interests of being able to do the job as best I could. I wanted to know what was going on, so that I can bring back your crystal without dying. I'll get your crystal, Benedict. One more chance, that's all I ask." The voice of Benedict doesn’t respond for several moments. Is it mulling the matter over? Ignoring her? It’s difficult to say. However, after those several moments have passed, it responds, “Give me one good reason. Tell me why I ought to. As far as I am able to see, you are simply a woman who knows how to swing a sword about with no particularly unique skills or traits. Nothing to differentiate you or make you a more ideal candidate than anyone else.” Another, shorter pause. “Admittedly, the scope of my observation is very limited, but that is why I am asking.” |
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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 22, 2016 11:49:08 GMT -8
"Because she did no harm. Sometimes orders should not be followed if the ome giving them is not present in the current environment."
He spoke rather impassively, he had heard her take them, and could have stopped her if he so chose, but didn't. The fault was as much his as it was hers at this point, but he didn't exactly plan on bringing that up.
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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 Aug 22, 2016 15:41:26 GMT -8
Grandma concealed her laugh at Roy’s reaction to his drink by raising her glass up to hide her lips, pretending to take a sip of Silverleaf. “I’m glad you like it, it’s quite the refreshing beverage. I encourage you to try another type before you leave, but if you aren’t used to drinking all that much, I understand.” Making his way over to their table once more, the waiter inquired as to what they would have for their actual meals. Without any hesitation, Grandma requested The Solar Flare, she was feeling in the mood for a bit of Lobster after all. The waiter then turned to Roy and once he received the order from him, headed off once more to have the kitchen start preparations for the meals. From the way Roy talked about the other Vampires, it sounded like he considered them totally different from himself. In some ways, this was true, but in others… Well, Grandma suspected the potential for growth was there, even in one such as himself. The question was, did he wish to grow stronger or was he content staying as he was? “Where do you see yourself in a century, Roy? Will you become like those vampires you feared or do you wish to continue living as you are. Not to say you can’t grow stronger studying, but how would you feel about being trained to use your vampiric abilities to a greater extent?” Roy blinked, startled at the question. He hadn't thought about that at all. In fact, he hadn't even considered the possibility that he'd live that long. Of course he would, he was a vampire, but he hadn't put any thought into it. He mulled over the question in his head for a few moments before answering. "Hmm...I don't know, Grandma. I don't want to become like the other vampires. They're scary, and I don't want to be like that. I might just keep on doing what I'm doing now. Still, it might be nice to learn how to use my abilities better. I mean, I don't really know how it all works. There aren't any books in the library on how to be a vampire, I checked. Why, do you know somebody who knows about vampire abilities?" |
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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 22, 2016 15:48:33 GMT -8
Roxanne took a deep breath. Here was her chance, and she didn't want to blow it. She needed to be convincing and concise, as she figured that the mysterious Mr. Benedict would appreciate a quick answer. "One reason, Benedict? Well, my one reason is that I've got the one thing that money can't buy: experience. Anyone in your bar can buy a shiny sword and swing it, like you said. But I'm the one who's run through dozens of dungeons slaying monsters and looking for treasure. I'm the one who's done this for a long time, and I've gotten good at it. You can pick someone up out of your bar, and they could have the same gear I have. They might have better stuff, who knows? But I've got the training, experience, and know-how. I've done this kind of thing before. I know where to look for traps, where to hit monsters to put them down easy. So, in short, the reason you should let me do the job is that I can do the job. You don't know if anyone else can. Present company excepted, of course." She nodded to the fluffy Fenrir Skargard. |
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
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An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Aug 22, 2016 16:43:38 GMT -8
The question seemed to catch Roy off guard. So he hadn’t even spent time thinking about such things… Well, Grandma considered herself to be doing him a favor by mentioning it early on.
“Well, although it might seem a bit unnecessary, I suggest you start considering such things now. Unless someone kills you, you can expect to live for a very long time. This should be considered when it comes to a number of things, employment, who your friends are, etc. It can be painful to watch those around you age and eventually die…”
Letting out a short sigh, Grandma takes a sip of her wine before continuing.
“Through my travels, I’ve learned a thing or two about vampires. Perhaps I could help you in figuring out your capabilities. Better to discover them now than accidentally use them when you're backed into a corner. I’ve seen some unpleasant things unfold when someone with unrealized power is threatened.”
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