Falx, The Rat King
New
Roleplay posts: 7 
Age: 13
Physical Description: — ragged blonde-brown hair
— mud-brown eyes
— dusty, dirty tan skin
— tattered feathers woven into hair
— 5'3" tall
— skinny, barely any muscle, malnourished appearance
Clothes and Equipment: — swagman, sleeps where he can
— wordly posessions either on him, or in the battered, crudely-made messenger bag he carries
— ratty clothing, breeches, shirt and smelly half-cloak with hood
— usually barefoot
— shiv made of a sharpened bone hangs around neck on a string
Player's online availability : GMT 8+
Registered: Sept 18, 2016 1:53:29 GMT -8
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Post by Falx, The Rat King on Sept 19, 2016 2:01:38 GMT -8
Isra had rapidly presented itself as a place easy to meander around, and even easier to get lost in. Perhaps this was why, becoming increasingly ruffled and concerned at their very lost predicament, Falx made the timid decision to find some help... or at least directions.
The clamour of the busy marketplace that made up the Nexus had rapidly proven equally confounding. Falx didn't suppose he'd get much help from the busy people around them. Anxious, he clutched his bag closer to his chest. Finding himself unable to move through the crowd (most elbows tended to be a frustrating and sore height to jostle into his shoulders or head), Falx committed to his deafeat, picking a path along the outskirts.
The boy's efforts worked for a short while - they seemed to be making progress... except, nope. Jostled by the sudden motion of several people directly across his path, Falx suddenly found himself at the door of a grand building. He tailed the jostler inside, curiosity piqued.
It wasn't like he'd hadn't seen a bar before... but never one on such a scale! Intimidated by such scale (as was becoming a theme in Isra) it was all he could do but stand near the door and gawk at all the interesting new things. "Pez." He whispered hurriedly into the top of his bag ( still clutched to him, top beneath his chin), "Lookit' this place!"
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Pez, The King's Rat
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 94
Physical Description: An abnormally large rat, black-coated and muscular. He is very agile and packs a nasty bite.
Clothes and Equipment: What, do you think rats wear clothes?
Registered: Sept 18, 2016 1:56:42 GMT -8
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Post by Pez, The King's Rat on Sept 19, 2016 2:30:00 GMT -8
"Wha.. what is it?"
He perked is head out if the bag and drank in the place before him. It was huge! He could see why Falx was so amazed by the place. A host of foreign smells assaulted Pez's nostrils - strange, rich meats, exotic dishes, strong beer and luxuriant wine - he could smell it all. It was overpowering, for a small rodent like himself, with a keen sense of smell. Past the food and alcohol, his nose was also assaulted by the stench of perfume - he had never smelled such a substance before. He was equally curious and nauseated by the sweet smells it brought.
He didn't mention the sweet smell to Falx. They were intimate friends - it's just that Falx never understood Pez's rodent things. Falx's senses aren't as keen as his, so efforts to explain such things often leave Pez frustrated.
The people were loud and . Pez retreated a bit into the bag, a bit scared. Loud noises trigger his reflexes - usually to dart towards the closest hiding spot nearby. Who would they talk to in such a crowd? He looked over their faces. They all looked rather... what's the word? Brutish? It was more unfriendly, if anything. They couldn't just walk up to someone and ask them a question. That's a sure way to get beat up - he'd seen it happen before, back in the town he and Falx once lived in. Pez made himself scarce - he didn't want to attract unwanted attention, once again. He was a rat after all. He felt intimidated by them.
"I don't know what to do. That crowd looks kinda rough."
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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 Sept 19, 2016 9:24:54 GMT -8
"Hello! Welcome to the Midnight Sun!" Skarlet comes over as she see's Falx, The Rat King enter the establishment, she'd just finished helping out another customer. As always she was wearing her signature Bunny Suit. She leans forward and ducks a little to put her closer to Falx's height, unintentionally pressing her heaving breasts together between her arms. She was an absolutely gorgeous young woman, her smooth and soft alabaster skin without imperfections, one of the peerless beauties of the realm. She said with a smile, "I'm Skarlet, the manager, may I be of any help young sir?" There was a soothing charm to her voice, an attribute of her vampiric charisma. |
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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 Sept 19, 2016 12:53:25 GMT -8
The short and chubby Ellen also bustled over to Falx, The Rat King and his rat, giving the young boy a matronly smile. It wasn't often that they got young children in here, besides the twins. She hoped the boy was alright, and hadn't been kidnapped and forced into a life of chimney sweeping. "Why hello there, young man! As Miss Skarlet here said, welcome to the Midnight Sun. Would you like some tea, or perhaps something to eat?" Spotting Pez, The King's Rat, she shrank away somewhat. She wasn't particularly fond of small furry creatures. Still, it seemed to be tame enough. |
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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 Sept 19, 2016 13:01:28 GMT -8
Across the bar, the twins took notice of Falx, The Rat King as he walked into the bar. They glanced over cautiously, sipping their milk. It wasn't often that they saw people their own age around here. An ordinary observer would think that they were simply sitting quietly, although anyone who knew them well would know that their usual telepathic conversation was going as fast as ever. He's new in town.Definitely not from around here.Young, too. Around our age.Doesn't look like a chimney sweep, though.Might just be an urchin.Probably an urchin.Hey, did you know what urchins actually are?Aren't they just kids who live on the streets?No, apparently they're these purple balls of spikes that live in the ocean.Really? That's so weird.I know. I read about it in a book.Huh.They continued to watch the boy and his rat, staring unnervingly at him. If he looked over, they wouldn't look away. In fact, they wouldn't so much as blink. |
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Falx, The Rat King
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 13
Physical Description: — ragged blonde-brown hair
— mud-brown eyes
— dusty, dirty tan skin
— tattered feathers woven into hair
— 5'3" tall
— skinny, barely any muscle, malnourished appearance
Clothes and Equipment: — swagman, sleeps where he can
— wordly posessions either on him, or in the battered, crudely-made messenger bag he carries
— ratty clothing, breeches, shirt and smelly half-cloak with hood
— usually barefoot
— shiv made of a sharpened bone hangs around neck on a string
Player's online availability : GMT 8+
Registered: Sept 18, 2016 1:53:29 GMT -8
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Post by Falx, The Rat King on Sept 19, 2016 18:45:25 GMT -8
Pez's head popped out the flap of the bag, and Falx found it almost endearing. He would've found it more so, had he not been subtly and consistently worrying about their surroundings. It was easy to see all strange adults (he'd never really known a familiar adult - Pez was the closest thing to a paternal figure he'd ever had and he was a rat) as at the very least mildly threatening. It was impossible to tell what they were thinking. Pez's consideration made him huff. "Y' think that 'bout erry' crowd." he muttered to the rat, which was fair enough. Falx had had to save him many a time from an unfriendly boot! That was why the boy had a goal of keeping ratdad as close as possible. "Some 'elp you ar'-" The salty comment was lost as Skarlet approached them. Both startled by her niceness and the fact a pretty lady was talking to him (she'd called him sir!), Falx hesitated. "Uh- er-" he stammered, surprised gaze darting to the second woman ( The Midnight Sun) to approach, who also delivered an unexpectedly helpful question. Perhaps Pez had been wrong- "We's just wantin' some directions, misses," Falx uttered truthfully, not sure how to answer the friendly offer, "I donno' the way round, never seen a big city like this b'fore." Uncannily feeling like he was being watched, the box cast a glance away from Skarlet and Ellen, noting the intimidating stares of the uncannily-identical Lorelei & Lucia. Eep! Thoroughly out of his depth and not entirely sure how to continue, the boy fidgeted where he stood - perhaps it had been too bold a step to come in here? Pez, The King's Rat had had good ideas... but he wasn't always the best at socialising. Maybe that was why Falx was so awkward. |
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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 Sept 19, 2016 18:51:36 GMT -8
"I can help with that, where are you trying to go?" Skarlet had gotten to know the streets of the city very well. She could help Falx, The Rat King find what he's looking for. |
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Pez, The King's Rat
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 94
Physical Description: An abnormally large rat, black-coated and muscular. He is very agile and packs a nasty bite.
Clothes and Equipment: What, do you think rats wear clothes?
Registered: Sept 18, 2016 1:56:42 GMT -8
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Post by Pez, The King's Rat on Sept 19, 2016 23:41:51 GMT -8
Pez scurried up Falx shoulders, ending up on his shoulder. He perched there contently, and keeping a watchful eye upon Skarlet and the twins, Lorelei & Lucia. His instincts kicked in, as Ratdad. He immediately felt protectful of Falx - they'd suddenly emerged from the crowd - the rough-looking crowd - and seemed too friendly. He didn't want them tricking - or worse - hurting Falx! He had better know who they were, so he could pass the ratdad seal of approval.
They were people though! He was terrified by humans (besides Falx, he doesn't count), and he had been previously frightened by the noise and clamour of the crowd. He sputtered for a second - he wanted to give them a good talking-to, but he was scared! What would he do? He gathered his gusto and said, loudly:
"You better not be trying to hurt Falx! Who are you?"
He was proud of himself. He'd told the strangers off. He'd kept Falx safe.
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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 Sept 20, 2016 11:38:10 GMT -8
Ellen was about to answer Falx when she heard a voice very different from the boy's. She glanced down, and shivered as she saw the huge black rat. Surely it hadn't been the one to speak? Animals generally weren't supposed to talk! She'd heard the twins' mockingbird talking before, of course. And she'd seen plenty of magic animals. Perhaps this was a magic rat.
"Er...did you just talk, Mr. Rat? I'm not trying to hurt this young man at all. In fact, I'm trying to help him. After all, the streets of Isra can be rough on a young one like him. He might get kidnapped and sold into a life of chimney-sweeping slavery! We wouldn't want that, now would we? Er...would you like some milk?"
She wasn't exactly sure what rats liked, as she usually had Alan shoo them away whenever she saw them. Most animals liked milk, though, didn't they? It wouldn't be too hard to pour a saucer of milk for the rat.
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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 Sept 22, 2016 20:45:06 GMT -8
"Shut up Ellen! Why's everyone always talking about chimney sweeps lately? Anyway, This young man is lost, I can handle this myself." Skarlet was mildly annoyed with her butting in. But she wanted to help Falx, "I know the city really well, I can tell you where to go if you're lost."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 12:33:10 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2016 18:18:55 GMT -8
Zaor remains quiet, offering a nod to the waiter after Takhana placed the order. His attention was mostly on the Drow at his side and the feline across the table - to whom he settled a thin but neutral stare upon.
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Ashley Gremuire
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Physical Description:
Race: Cambion (Half-Demon)
Height: 5' 2'
Weight: 110 lbs
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Class: Goliard (Anti-Cleric)
Weapons: Estoc and Stiletto
A cambion, cursed with fiendish blood, born within the mortal realms. Ash is comparatively young and weak, for a creature of the night. Physically unimposing, his voice is uniquely soft and childlike. His eyes are red, and his hair is a pale, garish pink. A pair of deformities sprout from the sides of his head in the form of fully mobile bat wings. No, they do not enable him to fly.
Clothes and Equipment: He is never seen without Pigsticker, an estoc modified from a boar-hunting sword. He wears a long, white shirt with gold buttons and sleeves so long that the cuffs end at the knuckles. A pair of black gloves protect his hands from touching metal. A pleated skirt that ends just past the knee, allowing for mobility AND style. And lastly, a pair of tan, knee-high boots.
Registered: Sept 22, 2016 22:51:29 GMT -8
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Post by Ashley Gremuire on Sept 25, 2016 13:25:13 GMT -8
Ash had one thing of value that he was willing to get go of, and no, it was not his dignity. Dignity was a prosaic thing, oftentimes muddled with notions of freedom, and honor. He had honor. He knew what honor was, sure, and to those he met, he understood that their honor was more of a shield for soft spots. A point of contention, that existed just before a point of breaking. This was how he had decided to make his living, or fund his exploits, whatever they might have been at the time.
A small, delicate looking creature entered, kicking the dust from his boots at the front door in a rather lackluster fashion. "A room!" he eagerly hissed, softly clapping his hands together at the door. His actions were all a bit too bright. Too upbeat, and eager, as anyone who saw him walking to the Midnight Sun would have seen a very different being. Quiet. Cold and withdrawn.
The demon went to cash in his silk cape, being quite broke after his travels, and gravitated toward an open booth, taking a conspicuous seat, arms stretched out to either side, one leg crossed over the other, overly relaxed, and a demure little smirk,manufactured from a place that was anything but reserved. A room would come, he thought, but no reason to pay for it, no. Not yet. Not unless it was absolutely necessary.
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Sept 25, 2016 13:38:27 GMT -8
Osma had no business being in the seedy part of any town. It was just so frightfully BORING to be setting up a new apothecary shop in Aozora. Sure, she had a strange, old guy to do the grunt work for her ( Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!! ). Some labor paid for by batting her eyelashes at the commander Orocles and a woodwork master Asthor, whom she actually had to pay. Hadn't found a way to get what she wanted out of that one yet. Osma had been left with all the actual work of finding herbs to make medicines with. Digging in the dirt and walking in the woods was for peasants. Which had given her the idea to pretend to be a peasant! Ha! What a funny thing to do, wear clothes that were worn and didn't match. Wear dirt on her skin and a blacked out a tooth. Not that she did any of those things. For Osma was pretty, damn it, and to match she wore pretty clothes. A chemise, bodice and skirt like a peasant, yes, but they matched and were clean. Her skin was glowing, so stunning was she, and her teeth were all accounted for and white. No rot in those gums! "Hi-HO!" She called out as she believed peasants always did when they arrived to somewhere without the company of their betters. She saw a line of dwarves marching to the mines just one time and it became a belief. Her smile beamed around the room. Her hands moved to her hips. She stood in the door with the confidence that she was completely believable in her disguise! Peasants had gold necklaces right? "It is off to the bar I go!" Peasants shouted everything. They were all born half deaf. That explained why they never seemed to serve her fast enough. " Hello, poor friend." She spoke to a random person at a table. All peasants knew each other and were friends. "How are you? You have terrible fashion sense, which is okay because you are totally uneducated." She lumbered to the bar, cause that's how peasants walked and rested her elbow done. "Wench, get me an ale!" Weeee, this was so fun! |
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Ashley Gremuire
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Physical Description:
Race: Cambion (Half-Demon)
Height: 5' 2'
Weight: 110 lbs
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Class: Goliard (Anti-Cleric)
Weapons: Estoc and Stiletto
A cambion, cursed with fiendish blood, born within the mortal realms. Ash is comparatively young and weak, for a creature of the night. Physically unimposing, his voice is uniquely soft and childlike. His eyes are red, and his hair is a pale, garish pink. A pair of deformities sprout from the sides of his head in the form of fully mobile bat wings. No, they do not enable him to fly.
Clothes and Equipment: He is never seen without Pigsticker, an estoc modified from a boar-hunting sword. He wears a long, white shirt with gold buttons and sleeves so long that the cuffs end at the knuckles. A pair of black gloves protect his hands from touching metal. A pleated skirt that ends just past the knee, allowing for mobility AND style. And lastly, a pair of tan, knee-high boots.
Registered: Sept 22, 2016 22:51:29 GMT -8
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Post by Ashley Gremuire on Sept 25, 2016 14:04:14 GMT -8
If only she knew! Ashley was quite taken with his own looks as well. And the few weeks prior he'd spent wandering around in dingy armor and a ragged tunic had left him with an only strengthened resolve. That being: NEVER AGAIN. However, the look he had on his face was not one of empathy toward their common plight, but rather complete and utter disappointment. He'd always assumed subtlety was the best way to steal the stage, but Osma had stolen the stage, the rug, and the floor right out from under him.
"Beh...!" he grumbled, tumbling one of the tokens he'd received between the top of his fingers. It flipped down each, like a little flight of stairs, before disappearing under his palm and reappearing at the top all over again. "Ah. Hello. You ar-" No, she was already distracted by something. Ash pouted. Surely he was interesting enough to outshine this peasant!
...
That said, her disguise had thoroughly fooled him.
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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 Sept 25, 2016 15:16:49 GMT -8
Skarlet and Lamina Manira return to the Midnight Sun after acquiring some cannabis from Kate Green. "Okay Lamina, I'd like to try that out with you, I just have to change into my regular clothes." She'd wave and head for the backroom but be stopped by a waitress, "Miss Skarlet, help! There's a lot of people right now, could you get the costumer at booth 3 before you end your shift?" "Uhh, fine." Skarlet grabs a tray and heads over to Ashley Gremuire . She smiles and greets Ashley, "Hello Miss, welcome to the Midnight Sun! I'm Skarlet the Manager, may I take your order?" Skarlet only assumed Ashley was a woman because of her initial look at him. |
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Ashley Gremuire
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Physical Description:
Race: Cambion (Half-Demon)
Height: 5' 2'
Weight: 110 lbs
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Class: Goliard (Anti-Cleric)
Weapons: Estoc and Stiletto
A cambion, cursed with fiendish blood, born within the mortal realms. Ash is comparatively young and weak, for a creature of the night. Physically unimposing, his voice is uniquely soft and childlike. His eyes are red, and his hair is a pale, garish pink. A pair of deformities sprout from the sides of his head in the form of fully mobile bat wings. No, they do not enable him to fly.
Clothes and Equipment: He is never seen without Pigsticker, an estoc modified from a boar-hunting sword. He wears a long, white shirt with gold buttons and sleeves so long that the cuffs end at the knuckles. A pair of black gloves protect his hands from touching metal. A pleated skirt that ends just past the knee, allowing for mobility AND style. And lastly, a pair of tan, knee-high boots.
Registered: Sept 22, 2016 22:51:29 GMT -8
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Post by Ashley Gremuire on Sept 25, 2016 15:28:50 GMT -8
The demon gave a little squint at Osma one last time before turning his attention toward the dull, overshadowed mention of booth number three. The little wings on his head perked up when he saw of the uniform the waitress was wearing. It was... not bad, no. Strange, but not bad. Ash seemed vaguely piqued, only for annoyance to immediately set in. Hello miss, she said; Miss! The demon rolled his eyes at that, but figured it was a waste of time to correct the waitress he would probably not be seeing again any time soon. Time had been a cruel mistress, and it taught him that many things simply did not matter. "Ah," he uttered; That typical little tick of his. "I was wondering, what it takes to get a room. One to... work out of, perhaps?" he asked, with a gentle incline of his head, as if to insinuate something. "What are the rates? Is it just rent?"
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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 Sept 25, 2016 15:53:52 GMT -8
"Ah, Cecil handles rooms, the large man over there. Payment is usually given up front, but that's normally for people who stay only one night, if you plan on staying longer I think you could negotiate something with him. Is there anything else I can help you with?"
(You can assume you'll get a room I believe. And I'm not saying any specific price since money is ambiguous or whatever the word is.)
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Ashley Gremuire
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Physical Description:
Race: Cambion (Half-Demon)
Height: 5' 2'
Weight: 110 lbs
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Class: Goliard (Anti-Cleric)
Weapons: Estoc and Stiletto
A cambion, cursed with fiendish blood, born within the mortal realms. Ash is comparatively young and weak, for a creature of the night. Physically unimposing, his voice is uniquely soft and childlike. His eyes are red, and his hair is a pale, garish pink. A pair of deformities sprout from the sides of his head in the form of fully mobile bat wings. No, they do not enable him to fly.
Clothes and Equipment: He is never seen without Pigsticker, an estoc modified from a boar-hunting sword. He wears a long, white shirt with gold buttons and sleeves so long that the cuffs end at the knuckles. A pair of black gloves protect his hands from touching metal. A pleated skirt that ends just past the knee, allowing for mobility AND style. And lastly, a pair of tan, knee-high boots.
Registered: Sept 22, 2016 22:51:29 GMT -8
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Post by Ashley Gremuire on Sept 25, 2016 16:14:25 GMT -8
The demon sat up, gasped softly, and clasped his hands together under his chin, as if he were positively enthralled with this answer. "Good lady, this is perfect! I am in your debt! Or... I would like to be," he said, lowering his hands and giving another little tip of his head. "Is there some way you might start a tab for me? I have already pawned by favorite cape! And while I do have many other nice things, I feel I may become a bit... naked, as a result of selling them." He gestured to his shirt. "These buttons are almost pure gold, you see, and I am inclined only to use them in case of great emergency! Oh!" He raised a finger as if to contest his conundrum. "I've an idea! Perhaps you could-and I know this might seem strange-" he ensured her, with a little wave of his hand. "-offer me some less valuable buttons? A, um... sewing needle and thread? And that way, I might pay for a good host of things after I procure my room! I am, you see, quite out of my luck at present." He leaned his body forward a little, hands folded in his lap. "Again, I say, it would put me in your debt, good lady..." This demon seemed to have no end to the odd requests.
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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 Sept 25, 2016 16:41:01 GMT -8
"Oh!" She gets closer and says quietly "You don't have money?"
Skarlet listened to Ashley's requests. "Well, maybe I could help you get a job here, if you wish. Or I can help you get work with other organizations I have influence with, depending on your skill set.
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Ashley Gremuire
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Physical Description:
Race: Cambion (Half-Demon)
Height: 5' 2'
Weight: 110 lbs
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Class: Goliard (Anti-Cleric)
Weapons: Estoc and Stiletto
A cambion, cursed with fiendish blood, born within the mortal realms. Ash is comparatively young and weak, for a creature of the night. Physically unimposing, his voice is uniquely soft and childlike. His eyes are red, and his hair is a pale, garish pink. A pair of deformities sprout from the sides of his head in the form of fully mobile bat wings. No, they do not enable him to fly.
Clothes and Equipment: He is never seen without Pigsticker, an estoc modified from a boar-hunting sword. He wears a long, white shirt with gold buttons and sleeves so long that the cuffs end at the knuckles. A pair of black gloves protect his hands from touching metal. A pleated skirt that ends just past the knee, allowing for mobility AND style. And lastly, a pair of tan, knee-high boots.
Registered: Sept 22, 2016 22:51:29 GMT -8
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Post by Ashley Gremuire on Sept 25, 2016 16:52:41 GMT -8
"Perish the thought!" he squeaked. "I have enough for a room. But there are very special... items," he explained, "That I need to work from my room. You see I consider myself an entertainer of sorts. Mm," he wet his lips a bit, and gave a little smack. "A mystic! Of a kind. A teller of fortunes. A... healer of the soul." Ashley offered a light shrug to his words. "And it takes my clients, sometimes, a fine bottle, or a puff of something relaxing to... to open up, as it were. Though, if you were inclined to ask your employers, I would have no quarrel in working the floor. Serving? And, if perhaps one of my clients makes themselves known to be in need of a session, I would escort them." He nodded upward a little. "To my room. Would this be agreeable?"
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