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 20:55:11 GMT -8
He reacted in very the much way. "Ah! I do not usually hear that. I have run far from people who would... not say that, as you do." He watched her from the corner of his eye. It was odd for him to feel shy, from his own perspective. From that of anyone who knew him, it was twice as confusing. Ash was probably suffering from the whiplash of being hypnotized, released, and then suddenly enchanted. Though this time, he didn't seem to mind. Perhaps because he was completely unaware of it. "Tell me, Miss... Manira? I must know, what is your secret?" From a demon who was appalled that someone had demanded secrets of him. "I am..." Ash blushed further. He was practically red. "I'm a collector of beauty secrets. You must have a secret."
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Sept 25, 2016 21:23:21 GMT -8
"My.... secret?"
She wasn't sure what he meant by that. There were a few things that came to mind, but it felt natural of her to ask for clarification.
"What... do you mean? What's your secret?"
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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 21:30:24 GMT -8
"I don't know!" Ash pursed his lips in thought. "But... myyyy secret?" He traced his finger in a little circle on the table. "I um... I... usually!" he finally settled on an answer it seemed, "Or mostly, I gain my beauty from... blood!" he chirped. Ashley drew his knees together and folded his hands in his lap, back straight, all rigid and awkward. He seemed to either be lying or telling something of a half-truth. "The blood that happens to come from my... clients," he murmured.
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Sept 25, 2016 21:37:04 GMT -8
"....Ohhh..... you're a vampire."
What a strange vampire. Since when did they have bat wings growing from their heads?
"So you like... bite people, drink their blood, and look and feel better? I don't really know a lot about how vampires... work..."
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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 21:45:22 GMT -8
This prompted a giggle from the cambion. "No, no, no, I am-!" He frowned and considered what one of the waitresses already knew about him. It would be said eventually, so he decided to be honest, for once in his life. "I'm a demon," he offered, holding up his hand as if to present the answer on a platter. "I feed on desire. Lust, if you will, but it is not always how you would imagine it, I think," Ash explained. "You see, vampires," he furrowed his brow and shook his head softly, "I cannot feed on vampires. Nothing of my charms will sway them, and then, they have nothing to give. We are... I would say we are enemies, as I still have blood for them to drink. Does that make sense?"
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Sept 25, 2016 21:50:14 GMT -8
"That... mostly makes sense. A demon, huh... I've met a couple demons in the arena, before. And vampires, too. Most of them were jerks," she said. If Ashley didn't know she was an arena fighter before, he might now... though she was fairly well known in these lands.
"So, where are you from?"
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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 21:58:55 GMT -8
"Tch. I do not like demons either, Miss Manira. Or vampires. They are not my friends." He considered his home for a moment, then shook his head and sighed. "I don't want to tell," he said. "The church, they are not kind. And I think would be less kind for the things I did in my leaving." Ash narrowed his eyes, deadly serious in that moment. "I promise you, Miss Manira. They deserved it..." He squirmed a little in his seat. "But I suppose that means I can't ask things about you. It... does not mean you could not tell me what you wish, but I am sure I have forgone the right to ask." Promise. Deserved. Right. Hard words from him.
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Sept 25, 2016 22:13:37 GMT -8
"Um... alright..." The end of his message with somewhat cryptic, yet paradoxically she found a strange sort of charm to this being with the bat ears atop his head. "What do you mean the Church deserves it? What did you do to them? What did they do to you?" One curiosity led to another.
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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 22:18:58 GMT -8
Ash rolled his eyes. "Ah. I meant about you. I don't want to talk about them," he sighed. The demon pushed the tokens on the table toward her and looked toward the bar. "Please, do what you will, Miss Manira. I should see to my contract, if they will have me..." His eyes grew dark for a moment. "I am... sure, they will," he nodded. With that, Ashley stood, and bowed politely to Lamina. "Until next time," he said, and went to settle his business.
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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 25, 2016 23:54:41 GMT -8
(I apologise for the late reply.)
Pez was flustered as she offered him milk. His survival instincts frequently take the better of him, and cause him to take rash decisions. He only did it to help Falx. It was a wakeup-call to Pez - that sometimes his cynicism and fear of strangers isn't necessarily a boon to those around him. Perhaps he wasn't as infallible as he thought - maybe his protective instincts over Falx didn't even help him. He hid his face behind his rodent paw, before peering out again.
"Er.."
There was a lengthy pause, his embarrassment sinking in.
"If you wouldn't mind, I would like some milk."
He paused before adding:
"Please."
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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 26, 2016 8:18:07 GMT -8
"I'm a vampire though! I hope I can be an exception!" Skarlet says as she's listening to the conversation. Lamina might not have realized before. "Er, sorry Lamina, if you didn't notice that. I get provided bottles of blood from my grandmother, I don't know where she gets it from but it makes it so I don't have to prey on people anymore and I can focus on other things."
Skarlet sits down by Lamina, "I found a contract right here that we can use for you, we just need to edit some of it for your unique agreement."
Skarlet passes the contract to Ashley, it had usual information for filling out name, gender, age, sign here, initial here, sign here and here. Skarlet had written some extra things for the contract involving his business, saying that if needed he could be drafted to do some work in the bar/tavern if he is not busy.
"Lamina, so can we check out that plant you got in a bit?"
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Sept 26, 2016 8:31:47 GMT -8
"I see. Not all vampires are bad. Mostly just the um... "Malkavian" ones. Contract... contract for what?" Ash and Skarlet would return to the table and she was curious what they meant. "And the plant... of course!"
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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 26, 2016 8:36:46 GMT -8
"Oh, Ashley here wants to work out of one of the Midnight Sun's rooms, so I've drafted a contract for him! So he can operate his business while also assisting ours. What does Malkavian mean?"
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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 26, 2016 8:38:17 GMT -8
He gave Skarlet a silent little grin, as if that answered everything. Ashley was a demon. And he didn't seem to have much to hate for himself, which could only have meant he was not above the act of making exceptions. Hypocritical? Yes. But it was, in his eyes, a genuine act of love to spit in the face of one's own moral bearings for the sake of emotion. To cleave logic for the joy buried within. To coat the poison of the world with sugar. He was not above doing that at all, no.
Ash gladly made exceptions.
The demon scooped up his contract and politely inclined his head to them, answering Lamina's question. "To work here, if it is no burden," he said. "I found in my home country, I was run from towns when... discovered, the things I do, for those in need." He smirked. "It is the fault of those who seek desire to be strangled by them, I would think. Nothing great is lost, no," he shook his head. "But I always find they dispute-!" He took a breath. "-the bill! Terrible, no?"
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Sept 26, 2016 9:05:08 GMT -8
"Oh, so I will definitely see you more often," she said happily, seeing as how the excellent dinner and drink she received on her casual visit here had convinced her to return to this establishment. Lamina then turned to Skarlet.
"Okay... where should we go? Ashley you wanna come with us?"
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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 26, 2016 10:39:39 GMT -8
"Oh? Well, if she wants to I won't object. We can go in my old room which I've promised to Ashley." Skarlet waits for the contract to be completed.
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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 26, 2016 10:55:06 GMT -8
Ashley shook his head. "Ah. One moment... and..." He looked over his shoulder, then returned his eyes to the contract. "I will join, yes, but I am also in need of a bath. It is a cruel world, to be so bereft of water and soup, and nice things," he smirked. "Is this enough to get the room, Miss Skarlet?"
He handed her the contract.
Name: Ashley Gremuire
Gender: M
Age: 1-
The second digit of his age seemed to have been rubbed out slightly and manipulated at the last second, to resemble a "9". It was as if maybe he wasn't quite sure what sounded the most respectable. Beyond the other gritty details, including his vague description of the nature of the business in question, his signature was placed below, in a big, rolling, flowery penmanship.
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Grant
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 16
Physical Description: Standing at a total of five foot and eight inches, he is of an almost athletic build. No real meat on his bones, merely lean muscle. Adorned with the unfortunate body of the nekojin, he has a set of cat-like ears atop his head, while a tail sits at the edge of his tail bone. Both ears able to be independently moved, while the tail is a prehensile appendage all it's own. Most of his body covered in scrawled gold ink, which when put to his pale skin looks nearly invisible, however still stands out.
Clothes and Equipment: Nearly all the time, he wears a button up shirt. While it's color changes it is normally a short sleeve, even in the colder months. His pants generally hempen in make, knees of all his clothing always shredded and torn. The back side of which having a hole strictly to accommodate the tail. Underneath his shirt along the left side of his chest is a ladder of ring piercings.
His equipment aside that are just a scythe of strange make. The blade folds in on the staff, whilst it was still able to lock out with pure kinetic force. About half way down the shaft stands another secondary handle, as is most cases for actual scythes. Occasionally he adorns himself with a straight pipe, and puffing a generous amount of whatever herb he had at the time.
Registered: Sept 25, 2016 15:01:18 GMT -8
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Post by Grant on Sept 26, 2016 11:07:20 GMT -8
"It's a demon..."
Those words touched him, as he walked through the sprawling streets of Isra, coming to a place that other whispers had mentioned. The Midnight Sun, bar, inn, eatery. It held a small promise of reprieve for literally anyone coming to set foot inside of Isra. This was exactly where Grant found himself at, walking stick in hand, the rounded metallic edge at it's top seeming to glimmer a bit before he moved into the front door.
He seemed to not know fully himself what he was doing, but he was doing it. He'd already heard of the tokens of the place, but he was broke, with only what he had on him. His shirt was rather tattered, as were the cuffs of his pants. He looked worse for ware really, though his hair seemed to not be scarred by whatever had happened to him. Tail wrapped idly at his waist and ears pressed to his skull, attempting to make himself seem like a human vagabond over anything else. His eyes adjusting from the outside to the inside, before he stood up fully against his weapon. What was he doing here?
Right... the promise of a free drink.
He looked no older than sixteen, and by rights, probably wasn't. So instead, he kind of idly stood in the front door, bewildered. Looking around like he didn't know where he was, kind of expecting some kind of host or hostess.
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Sept 26, 2016 11:56:00 GMT -8
"Sounds good," she said, "as long as smoking is okay in there..." Lamina waited for Ashley to finish writing up his contract, and noticed the person who just stepped into the establishment had cat ears and a tail, similar to Lady Naoki, leader of all Isra. Just what species was that, anyways? She had seen them before in the arena, but sparsely.
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The Midnight Sun
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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 26, 2016 12:05:25 GMT -8
(I apologise for the late reply.) Pez was flustered as she offered him milk. His survival instincts frequently take the better of him, and cause him to take rash decisions. He only did it to help Falx. It was a wakeup-call to Pez - that sometimes his cynicism and fear of strangers isn't necessarily a boon to those around him. Perhaps he wasn't as infallible as he thought - maybe his protective instincts over Falx didn't even help him. He hid his face behind his rodent paw, before peering out again. "Er.." There was a lengthy pause, his embarrassment sinking in. "If you wouldn't mind, I would like some milk." He paused before adding: "Please." Ellen glared at Skarlet, wishing that she could slap her for her rudeness. Even if she was the daughter of the most powerful woman in the city, it didn't excuse her from being a bitch sometimes. Luckily, she seemed to be distracted by another customer, and Ellen turned her full attention to the boy with the talking rat. "Er...alright, then. Here, I'll get you some right away." She bustled off to behind the bar, returning a few moments later with a small saucer of milk. After a moment's hesitation, she handed the saucer to Falx, The Rat King. "Here...I suppose you could hold it. Would you like anything, dearie?" |
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