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 22:37:38 GMT -8
Naoki steps back out of the way as Aithen moves past her into the room, mildly surprised at his forwardness. She doesn’t often demand much more than basic etiquette, but Aithen had been massively respectful during their previous meetings. This must be quite important to him. She listens quietly as he says his bit, and raises an eyebrow in some combination of curiosity and confusion. She responds in a decidedly neutral, polite, and questioning tone.
“What do you mean by that? I consider myself a fairly capable individual, at least when it comes to meeting and speaking. What additional ‘preparations’ must you make to me to ready me for his arrival?”
Though it doesn’t infect her voice, Aithen’s words stir up feelings of concern. She hardly expected Thorok, who is quite presumably an orc of some description, to operate at the height of royal etiquette. Hell, based on her information as it stands now, she wouldn’t even bet on him being able to read Common. What sort of strange rituals must he have for visiting people? Does Aithen intend to try to... modify her appearance, or attire? Hmph. She’d like to see him try. She decides: if Thorok won’t meet with her fully clothed, or as an equal, she wouldn’t see him at all.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2016 10:33:56 GMT -8
From there, Aithen began his quick preparation. "First, room." He looked around, then to the desk, and the two chairs. "Hmph... I suppose that has already been arranged... though." He looked to her hesitantly, shifting the chairs as he moved them to the center of the room, a good four feet in between them as the Lionkin measured carefully.
He turned back to her, eyeing her up and down, judgment slightly seen in his eyes as he spoke. "I would... advise, you to wear something that displays your wealth, or authority. That is, of course, if you truly wish to impress this Chieftan." He rushed to the other side of her, his right, her left. From there, he looked to her once more, a right hand presenting the floor in between the two chairs directly. "While we are waiting, I would have you sit there, and wait for his appearance. Once he enters, you would stand tall, back straight, eyes locked, chest raised and your right fist planted upon center chest." He mimicked his description, feet shoulder width apart as a sudden facial expression turned to a dominantly respectful gaze forth to the wall, fist balled tensely and planted firmly against his chest.
"From there, one would speak to him, with pride, respect, but a sense of equal authority. With the simple phrase of: 'Hail, Thuri.' He would be mightily impressed. After this small, simple ritual, you may greet him however you wish." At this point in time, the sense of impression seemed to be quite important for Aithen. Perhaps he truly was going for something more than just her representation, but his own as well. Nevertheless, he was instructing her fairly, and looked to her for any response after his orders.
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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 Mar 25, 2016 3:33:30 GMT -8
As Aithen carries on with his suggestions, Naoki listens carefully and watches his movements, her eyebrow never lowering from its raised position. Her first response is neutral and non-committal.
“I see.”
She reviews in her mind’s eye all that Aithen has just said, and begins to develop conclusions. Thorok is the leader of the orc tribe, Falkreath. He’s coming, now, to speak with her. Presumably arriving within the next short while, judging by Aithen’s hurried tone. But… why? What business does he have with her, in her office? If it’s a matter of state, surely he would be better served by simply approaching The Citadel. Perhaps it’s related to one of the matters relating directly to her men. By the way that Aithen is describing the etiquette, it doesn't seem as if he’s coming to attempt anything funny, either. Simply a meeting. But what about, and why now? Most of the described custom seems to make sense, insofar as much as the high customs of relatively barbaric and remote orc tribes seem to go, at least.
“I understand what you suggest, thank you for your information, and will bear your input in mind. But answer me this, Aithen. Does Thorok have a habit of simply... turning up like this, with essentially no prior warning, and without invitation? He’s lucky to have caught me during a period in which I am available to speak, and am not attending one of my duties or am out of my office. I don’t mean to imply that I wouldn’t like to meet him or that he requires an invitation, but I would have much rather had adequate time to prepare for his arrival, you understand? I’m also sort of in the middle of doing this here, preparing for a trip, and am going to have to adjust my whole schedule to fit this meeting in. Do you know why he intends to speak with me right at this moment, and do you have a translation of “Thuri”? I’m not going to call him something I don’t understand the meaning behind.”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2016 5:40:26 GMT -8
The Lionkin cut off a growl that began to grow. The sudden questions seemed to have offended Aithen and his ways of a tribal member. Staring to the ground away from Naoki for a moment, his face grew to a snarl, tongue seen pinched by sharp fangs as he argued in his mind what exactly to say to her sudden critique.
"These orcs are not of general itinerary. Back then, during the ages from before, before Isolation, they were respected as rare, significant, ancient beings. And now.. now it seems that even their sudden notice to present themselves is nothing but a disturbance." He looked back to Naoki, answering her question. "This is a habit, yes, but the time to travel takes a day at least. And this... 'habit' isn't practiced often, as a matter of fact, this is the first in years. One would be honored, should be honored." He cut himself off of the prideful speech as he looked back to the wall for a moment, then to Naoki again as he constructed what to say.
"Thuri... that is the term they've called one another. I know not of their tongue, but I've seen the officials greet each other with such a term. That, or Uthri, but such a title seems more important, and should be called to people that caller thinks higher than them." Taking a breath, he continued. "I know not of his intentions, nor his reasons to come here. But I do know, that his is a rarity, something that will happen once in every couple decades." He waited for a response, beginning to march his way to the side of the room, staring to the door as he stood tall. "Are there any other questions... Uthri?" He decided he would call her as such to place some subconscious reminder to use the separate term, and maybe even try to impress her at that point in time as well.
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Rarraennan "Cynder" K'talon
Committed
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 26
Physical Description: Covered in a sleek, silky coat of blue fur, this catlike jungle islander stands at about five feet tall, average height for one of her species, though rather short compared to other humanoids. She has almond-shaped, sly brown slitted eyes and a short snout, ending in a wet black nose. Two fluffy blue and white ears poke up above an oddly misplaced head of brown silky hair, the left one pierced with two hoop earrings. Her figure is lithe and well-toned, speaking to a life of intense physical activity.
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Cynder generally wears a set of black and gold leather clothing, coated with a wax that makes it fireproof, due to Cynder's being covered in fur, and the difficulties that presents as a pyromancer. Her top is a low-cut halter top with gold lining, and her trousers are tight leather trousers, complemented by a pair of sturdy boots, perfect for acrobatic performances. When not performing, she generally walks about with her feet uncovered, preferring the feel of the ground beneath her paws. She wears quite a bit of golden jewelry, as well, all produced in her homeland long, long ago, handed down to her by her mother.
Registered: Feb 13, 2016 19:57:17 GMT -8
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Post by Rarraennan "Cynder" K'talon on Mar 25, 2016 19:32:40 GMT -8
"Oh, wonderful! I'm so glad you aren't mad or anything," responds Cynder, nearly knocking her chair over as she immediately perks up and leaps into Alden's arms, hugging him tight.
"I was so worried you would leave me after I told you that," she admits, averting her eyes, though she quickly returns her gaze to his and kisses him gently upon the lips, her whiskers tickling his cheeks.
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Reese Cresno
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130 
Physical Description: Reese is a very skeletal man, albeit one dressed to impress. He has a very wide grin, as would be expected of a person whose face lacks a skin. His bones are well-polished indeed, sometimes catching and reflecting a bit of light. This is possibly achieved with a bit of glaze, as normal skeletons are rather dull and lackluster.
Clothes and Equipment: Reese is always dressed in an immaculate suit, complete with a fine ironwood walking stick. A small chain hangs out of a jacket pocket. Were one to yank it out, they would find an elaborate medallion bearing a single, glowing, silver-etched eye.
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 11:48:35 GMT -8
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Post by Reese Cresno on Mar 26, 2016 0:13:00 GMT -8
A small smile blossomed on her face, and Takhana inclined her head slightly in acknowledgement of the sort of compliment. Presented with the opportunity to ask questions of her own, Takhana tilted her head, mulling over what it was she wanted to inquire. After several long moments of silence, she finally settled on something. "What, exactly, would I be doing here if we were to work together? I have to admit, from what Madame Naoki said, I'm very intrigued. It sounds almost as if this is a vast and intricate spy network."
Despite her vaguely amused tone, Takhana was dead serious. Operatives, gems that link people telepathically, potentially dangerous missions... It was all very.. strange. But it didn't deter her. As long as they were working for good, she was still very interested. But a better idea of what she'd be doing were she to work in conjunction with Reese would give her a more solid grasp on whether or not she wanted to say yes. She was about eighty percent sure she would; she just wanted a reason to give that last twenty. Reese clasped his hands together, leaning forwards slightly and presenting an earnest front. In this, at least, he could tell the truth. "As you might suspect, our organization does quite a bit more than run a bar and restaurant. We're a rather diverse and widespread lot. Now, inevitably a large enough system will acquire its fair share of detractors, nay-sayers, or even some people that intend some more... direct harm. It's my job to dissuade them." "The thought of taking a human life is anathema to me. It may be the most efficient option in a fair few situations, but it will never be the cleanest. Blackmail. Reallocation of property. Calling law enforcement. Framing a person. Most of these are immoral, it's true, but it ends a potentially dangerous situation without causing undue or irreparable harm to either side." "All of these options require information. Knowing a person's dirty secrets, looking up records and grants, finding the time to call security, learning their vices and what accusation could stick them. Information is a weapon I will happily wield." Reese leaned back into his chair and straightened his jacket, which had gotten askew in the midst of his speech. "The whole 'security and protection' gig is the most important duty of the department, but we generally try to be of use in knowledge-related matters. Let's say the Madame is going out to negotiate with a fellow, and she's never heard of him. If we've done out digging, we'll be able to tell her who he is, what his interests are, maybe slip in a few weaknesses for good measure. Similarly, if an Operative needs to know about a person, type of magic, strange profession, or some other snippet of information... Well. Having that available to them can be ever-so-convenient." "I realize I didn't quite answer your question. You wanted to know what you, personally, would be doing in all of this. The simple response is that I don't know. Your power is invaluable, but you know the scope of it much better than I. As such, me trying to tell you what to do with it would seem just a bit silly. We'll certainly have certain topics that need researched, people that need digging up, and connections that need to be established, but you'd have free reign as far as how those are handled." "If you'd like more detailed information, I'm certain I could ramble further. Regardless of whether or not that's needed, I'd appreciate it if you shared your thoughts thus far." |
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Takhana Veil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 68
Physical Description: Takhana is an undeniably memorable figure. At a full 6' in height, she is graceful and willowy, with a woman's full figure. She has skin that is a dark greyish color, lightly tinted with silver that very nearly sparkles when the light hits it at certain angles. She has the beautifully formed, delicate features, pointed ears, and inherently graceful movements that identify her as one of the Elven folk.Her hair is long, naturally falling to her hips in straight lengths, and is a shining white threaded with silver, although she normally wears it pinned up elaborately with a set of wooden hair sticks that bear jingling silver charms. She has no eyes, and instead wears a blindfold of soft black leather that criss-crosses her empty eye sockets, for the benefit of the others. Tattooed upon her brow and her back are two strange crests, their origin mysterious.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, she wears an elaborate dress of black leather that both reveals her body and conceals it, adorned with straps and seemingly random silver buckles. This is paired with a set of leather-and-metal boots with pointed toes that come to her knees, enhancing the shape of her mostly-visible legs. Aside from her blindfold and ornamental hair sticks, she has a number of accessories that she habitually wears, such as a large pair of silver hoop earrings and numerous silver rings on each hand - one of which, a silvery band set with a violet stone, she wears on her right hand's index finger: This is her official communications accessory for The Midnight Sun, her employer. The enchanted gem is socketed so that it touches her skin at all times, thus allowing her constant access to the telepathic communications network shared by all employees of TMS, simply by virtue of being in uninterrupted physical contact. She uses no weapons, being a peaceable individual.. not to mention the whole blindness thing. She also has a white-and-black, stocky mare named Irabelle, and a fluffy long-haired cat named Jean-Claude.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 12, 2016 21:50:28 GMT -8
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Post by Takhana Veil on Mar 26, 2016 12:53:31 GMT -8
Tapping her fingers absently on her legs, Takhana listened to what Reese had to say with a very interested air. Nothing was said as he spoke, or for several very long moments afterward. Judging by the tilt of her head, she was mulling over what he'd said. Many of those methods were.. less than scrupulous, but at the same time, she could certainly see how making use of them would, ideally, result in non-violent settlements of otherwise unpleasant situations. And, really, if she was only gathering and providing information, then it wasn't as though she were doing anything terribly bad, was it?
Finally, she nodded, having come to a decision. "It's not something I ever would've pictured for myself, but after giving it some thought, I can certainly say that I'm very interested. If I can help to keep people safe by doing these things, then consider me on board." A small smile crossed her lips. "I suppose I should go let Madame Naoki know of my decision, and select one of those fascinating magical baubles." She hesitated, then tilted her head slightly in his direction, one ear flicking vaguely toward the skeletal man. "Unless, of course, you'd prefer to have me use something other than the 'standard' device, as the Madame suggested?"
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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 Mar 26, 2016 15:44:16 GMT -8
The Lionkin cut off a growl that began to grow. The sudden questions seemed to have offended Aithen and his ways of a tribal member. Staring to the ground away from Naoki for a moment, his face grew to a snarl, tongue seen pinched by sharp fangs as he argued in his mind what exactly to say to her sudden critique. "These orcs are not of general itinerary. Back then, during the ages from before, before Isolation, they were respected as rare, significant, ancient beings. And now.. now it seems that even their sudden notice to present themselves is nothing but a disturbance." He looked back to Naoki, answering her question. "This is a habit, yes, but the time to travel takes a day at least. And this... 'habit' isn't practiced often, as a matter of fact, this is the first in years. One would be honored, should be honored." He cut himself off of the prideful speech as he looked back to the wall for a moment, then to Naoki again as he constructed what to say.
"Thuri... that is the term they've called one another. I know not of their tongue, but I've seen the officials greet each other with such a term. That, or Uthri, but such a title seems more important, and should be called to people that caller thinks higher than them." Taking a breath, he continued. "I know not of his intentions, nor his reasons to come here. But I do know, that his is a rarity, something that will happen once in every couple decades." He waited for a response, beginning to march his way to the side of the room, staring to the door as he stood tall. "Are there any other questions... Uthri?" He decided he would call her as such to place some subconscious reminder to use the separate term, and maybe even try to impress her at that point in time as well. As Aithen turns away, Naoki’s brow furrows slightly. She hadn’t meant to imply anything, simply that she was preparing to go speak with the King of Gauldin- arguably another important figure, and even so much as a day’s notice would have been sufficient to properly prepare for Thorok’s arrival. Still, this is apparently thing now, happening right now. Orc Chieftain coming to speak with her for goodness knows why. Best to roll with the punches, she muses. “Alright, then, Aithen. I have no further questions. Thank you for informing me, even this small advance warning will allow me to prepare to some limited extent. I’ll be sure to speak highly of your valued contributions, and show him all due respect. If you’d like, you can escort him up here from the door.” |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2016 15:59:54 GMT -8
Come a day, the doors of The Midnight Sun would open.  Marching forth first with axes sheathed came two giant orcs. Such beasts stood at a height of 8'-0" each, staring ahead of themselves with obvious discipline. Then came two more, and the Chieftan himself would walk in last. The path to get to such a place was not hard, as the magic path lead Thorok easily as it honed onto Aithen. Though the orcs seemed quite powerful, it was Thorok that seemed to hold the stage. His feet marched in with ease, stopping for a moment as his chest puffed out, eyes closed, head lifting backwards as he inhaled the scent of the new land. Exhaling out of his mouth, his head leveled once more, and eyes of fury opened once more, for once with a calm stare. The guards marched their way along the invisible path they saw as well, resting to the sides of the stairway which lead to where Aithen and this, Madame Naoki, were. The Chieftan alone took his steps, marching his way upwards as the orcs appeared to control their power, straight faces as they stared to one another with bitter emotion within them, obviously struggling with such a position as a royal guard. From there, the footsteps weighed even to Aithen's large figure, which could question the height of the orc, or the density once he was seen. From there, the shadow of the Chieftan's feet were seen below the door, at the gap from the floor and itself. A whispering world, sounding from a mix of choking and coughing within a whisper, a glow of green occurred, and opening the door was a glowing, three-fingered hand, fading once the door opened all the way. From this point in time, the Chieftan was seen. A face wrinkled with battle cries from long ago, scarred with rage and stressful times in his eyes, and overall, a posture of aggravation. Yet, he seemed calm, his mouth barely parted as he inhaled and exhaled weakly, looking straight to Madame Naoki, practically ignoring Aithen in the corner of the room, standing tall with a fist clasped to his chest, back straight, and eyes to the header above the doorframe. Right now, it was ancient eyes locking onto the Mistress' |
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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 26, 2016 16:06:30 GMT -8
"Oh, wonderful! I'm so glad you aren't mad or anything," responds Cynder, nearly knocking her chair over as she immediately perks up and leaps into Alden's arms, hugging him tight. "I was so worried you would leave me after I told you that," she admits, averting her eyes, though she quickly returns her gaze to his and kisses him gently upon the lips, her whiskers tickling his cheeks. Alden enjoys the kiss for a moment. His hands begin to move toward Cynder's body. He then remembers where he is and decides his bosses study is not the best place to get heated. He pulls away and thinks about what she just said. "Why would I get mad or leave? You are my kitty, my mate. I can't get mad at you and if I had to leave I'd always come back. Now Uhm what do we do next? I think that I should get a house. That much makes sense. Since my room is barely big enough for two people. As I understand it we have to care for the baby. What else do we need? I am feeling really under prepared right now." |
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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 Mar 26, 2016 16:57:04 GMT -8
(To clarify, I’m doing that thing that I said that I would never do again, where I have three conversations at once. The timeline is such that immediately following Naoki’s return from the Boutique, she met with Alden, Cynder and Takhana. Regardless of how that meeting ends up resolving herself, she then met with Aithen and now Thorok, and then departed for Gauldin the next morning. I’m going to be quoting posts to keep the simultaneous conversations on this topic as clear as possible to all readers.)
Oh, right now, right now. Naoki's’ ears turn to listen as Thorok thumps his way up the stairs, and her earring glimmers slightly as Reese relates information. She doesn’t have time to move into any sort of position or change her outfit before Thorok is upon them, standing there, filling up the doorway, making eye contact.
She stands upright, maintaining eye contact and taking just the barest of moments to examine the guy. Big sort of muscular and lumpy fellow, obviously, but his face. Wrinkled with the scars of battle, but also with other wrinkles. Of age and stress, perhaps.
However, without much of a better plan, she proceeds to continue following Aithen’s advice, raising her right fist to sit atop her chest, and maintaining eye contact. Though the word is foreign to her, she speaks it, doing her best to mimic Aithen’s pronunciation.
“Hail, Thuri.”
In addition, she inclines her head slightly, still maintaining eye contact. This is mostly habit, and she realizes she’s doing it after she’s already inclined her head, and hopes that it isn’t some massive show of disrespect in orcish culture. She doesn’t think that it would come off as such, such a simple and mildly submissive gesture as a nod, but the possibility exists in her mind.
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Artemis
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 205
Physical Description: Artemis is a sturdily built woman of medium height, with blonde hair tied back in a professional bun. Clad in a sharp black business suit, with black tie, dress shirt, and gloves, her appearance is utterly unremarkable; save for a single, flawless, purple gem, set on a simple black ribbon, worn choker-style around her throat. Her demeanor is such that she blends seamlessly into the background of any situation when her services are not required.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 6:26:06 GMT -8
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Post by Artemis on Mar 26, 2016 18:24:27 GMT -8
Artemis, who has been standing quietly at the side of the room during the conversation with Aithen, performs the same salute, adding in the nod seamlessly upon noticing Naoki's movement, and avoiding eye contact, as she observes Aithen doing, instead opting to focus at a point slightly to the right of his shoulder. She does not speak, as it is not her place to, currently.
She considers the orc in her peripheral vision. A massive, well-armed mountain of muscle and sinew with magical talent, that followed a set of social mores alien to their own. A dangerous and unpredictable threat, one that she would not consider facing without preparation, and without the distraction of Naoki. She relays her observation to Naoki in a short, soft mental communication, little more than a tickling impression at the back of her mind that she should avoid escalation.
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Registered: Nov 22, 2024 11:24:19 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2016 2:50:41 GMT -8
The Chieftan stood there, observing the salutation. His eyes traveled to Aithen for a moment, before returning to Naoki's to lock once more, his own flexing a bit with surprise at that term. From there, he waited a moment, before bringing his own fist up to his chest, firmly resting as he responded with his own voice.
"Hail, Thuri."
From there, his voice was quite powerful. It wasn't too deep, yet held a masculine level of volume. He seemed older than he was, and his voice appeared to have been warned out at one point, due to the low grumbling sound emitted during the 'Hail' part of the greeting. Either that, or he still has trouble with the English tongue.
From there, the Chieftan spread his fist to a flat hand, resting it against his chest and lowering it to signal the end of the salutation. Shyly, the Chieftan marched forward, looking down next to him (To his right) to see the chair he was offered to sit in. His head pivoted to look back up to Naoki for a moment, exhaling through his calm nostrils as he nodded weakly, sitting down. From there, his back was straight (possibly not even touching the back rest), his chest was puffed out, his eyes remaining to lock onto hers, yet kept his head as level as possible while doing so.
As he sat down, however, his muscles rippled within his legs, flexing and tensing up with even the smallest of movements. His skirt folded more in between his legs, the skull as its buckle pushing the top of its horns into his midsection, right against the outer sides of his abs. The scars upon his body could be viewed now to be more of indents: Deep, fatal wounds even possibly viewed to have subsided and rejuvenated from whatever concoctions or spells the Frok'Nold have used for so long. At this point in time, his mighty, battle-worn eyes looked up and down upon Naoki, gesturing with a weak raise of his hand for her to do the same. "It is tradition we are allowed one look upon the entirety of the body before our words escape it." Thorok spoke once more, his face continuing it's slightly angry, yet neutral, stare to her eyes, waiting for her to view him. One would guess what he meant as "words escaping the body" as he spoke just at that time to explain it. But truly, it was a reference to the beginning of the meeting and its issues. "I bear no dagger, on my honor." This would give off a hint of why this tradition was as so. Many times in the past had "peaceful" meetings gone to a hidden weapon thrown at the other, or perhaps unwanted gazes down to the rest of the body upon later time during the meeting.
"....What do you know, of my people?" Questioned the now deeper voice of Thorok. His eyes narrowed down to Naoki in interest, flickering over to witness Artemis in the same form as Aithen was on the other side of the room. He appreciated it, yes, but he would have to speak to Aithen later on due to this unneeded force upon their own tradition of greeting.
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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 27, 2016 13:33:39 GMT -8
Skarlet in her free time would look for the Twins, Lorelei & Lucia. She still wore her bunny outfit. |
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Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Mar 27, 2016 14:06:05 GMT -8
Skarlet would find the twins in the kitchen, peeling potatoes. For once, it seems, they're doing something productive rather than being up to no good.
This is boring.
Yes, it is.
Why do we have to do this again?
Because Uncle Maelik told us to. Also, we get paid.
Oh, right.
What do you want to buy with them money?
Candy, probably.
They look up when Skarlet walks in, and give her a pair of placid smiles.
"Hello, Miss Skarlet."
I like those bunny ears.
Yeah, they're cute.
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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 27, 2016 14:13:28 GMT -8
"Hello, you two. I don't talk to you at all I just realized. I'd just like to hang around you and see what kids do, since I plan on having one." Skarlet introduces herself to them. "Would you mind?"
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Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Mar 27, 2016 14:39:44 GMT -8
The twins smile and nod, eyeing Skarlet closely.
She wants to watch us?
Couldn't hurt, I guess.
As long as she doesn't tattle to that Naoki woman.
Ooh, yeah. She looks like a tattletale.
You think? I think she looks alright.
If you say so...
They look up at Skarlet, eyes bright.
"You can follow us around...but don't tell anyone what you see or hear. Got it?"
Their somewhat forceful words are somewhat offset by their high-pitched voices and innocent faces.
"You're having a kid? Why? When?"
I bet she believes in the turnip patch.
Hehehe.
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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.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/1f/57/fc1f579fbc12ece8a7cf0af63c6945e9.jpg
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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 27, 2016 14:42:55 GMT -8
"Uhh, alright." Skarlet has a feeling they're going to be up to no good. "Yeah, I'm going to have a baby with my boyfriend, Francesco. I love him enough that I want to have a child with him. It'll be a while though, I still have to figure out how to make the egg right."
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Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Mar 27, 2016 15:00:57 GMT -8
"Make the egg?"
What could she possibly mean by that?
I thought eggs were already...there.
Perhaps she's confused.
The twins look at each other, and a mischievous grin spreads across each of their innocent little faces. They turn back to Skarlet, smiling sweetly.
"You don't need to do that to make a baby. Don't you know about the turnip patch?"
They put down their knives and hang up their aprons, having finished with the potatoes.
"Everyone knows about the turnip patch. Eggs are for chickens."
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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.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/1f/57/fc1f579fbc12ece8a7cf0af63c6945e9.jpg
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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 27, 2016 15:04:35 GMT -8
"I'm not falling for that, I read a book about anatomy. Usually a woman makes eggs inside her to be fertilized, but since I'm a vampire I don't have those parts of my body functioning, so I have to manipulate my insides to make a working egg." Skarlet smirks at the twins trying to deceive her. "Nice try though."
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