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 26, 2016 12:11:46 GMT -8
"Thank you, Now I do my own signatures and we're done." Skarlet looks over the contracts and is immediately embarrassed. "Oh no! I'm so sorry! I thought you were a woman this whole time! Uwaa! My apologies!"
Skarlet lowers her head apologetically.
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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 26, 2016 12:13:00 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.
Elin spotted the young man as he walked in through the door and strode over, leaving the bar to Alan and Allen for the moment. She enjoyed greeting newcomers much more than serving drinks, and newcomers generally liked her. She approached the boy, smiling sweetly. "Hello there, sir. Welcome to the Midnight Sun! I'm Elin...can I help you with anything?" She adjusted her corset conspicuously, a move that attracted some stares from across the room. Elin had always loved being the center of attention. |
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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 12:19:13 GMT -8
When approached by the woman, his eyes did what most men's did. First down, and that's where they stayed. Though his eyes only fell further over time to the ground as he shuffled his bare feet. Only the balls of his feet and toes really touching anything. His head down, ears splayed over his head, as if he'd done something wrong. Though after a moment's time, he looked back up at the woman, smiling some. His words seemed hesitant at first, as he watched her adjust her bust in consequence of her adjusting her corset. A minor tinge of pink touching his cheeks before nodding with his speech.
"Y-yes... I need something to drink...And somewhere to put this."
He motioned his staff, as he cleared his throat a bit. Then thought about it, he literally only had what was on his body in total before looking down again. He was young, that was clear in his actions, though he did have one last thing to add.
"I have no money...."
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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 12:19:18 GMT -8
"Ah... it is nothing. Really," he insisted. "I do not know why people make this mistake." Ashley shrugged, helpless to divine the secrets of the human mind. Truly, this was a mystery, and would remain one until entombed every secret in the dark of the earth.
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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 12:21:43 GMT -8
"It's just your appearance and your clothing, you look quite feminine, and your name is usually one given to a girl. You look very good though. I've never met a man like you."
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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 26, 2016 12:26:13 GMT -8
When approached by the woman, his eyes did what most men's did. First down, and that's where they stayed. Though his eyes only fell further over time to the ground as he shuffled his bare feet. Only the balls of his feet and toes really touching anything. His head down, ears splayed over his head, as if he'd done something wrong. Though after a moment's time, he looked back up at the woman, smiling some. His words seemed hesitant at first, as he watched her adjust her bust in consequence of her adjusting her corset. A minor tinge of pink touching his cheeks before nodding with his speech.
"Y-yes... I need something to drink...And somewhere to put this."
He motioned his staff, as he cleared his throat a bit. Then thought about it, he literally only had what was on his body in total before looking down again. He was young, that was clear in his actions, though he did have one last thing to add.
"I have no money...." Elin watched the shy boy with the funny ears and tail, still smiling. He seemed so small and frail, it was almost pitiful. "Something to drink? Of course, that's what we're here for. And you can put that staff against the wall with the coathooks." When he mentioned that he had no money, though, Elin sighed inwardly. She kept smiling, but it was hollow and forced. No money meant no tips, which meant nothing to send home. She'd be better off with a different customer, someone with cold hard cash. "Well...I suppose you could wash dishes or something to earn the drink..." |
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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 12:27:33 GMT -8
"Yeah... I thought so too, but it's okay. I think it's kinda cool," she said of his overall effeminate presentation.
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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 12:31:14 GMT -8
Ashley pouted a little. "It's a boys' name," he mewled. "And this is very fashionable where I am from!"
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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 12:33:34 GMT -8
Again, Grant already knew the conversions that the place offered and smiled a bit. It was almost a mischievous sight, before he nodded towards her. Moving away only momentarily to put away his staff, only to return shortly after. Speaking up very slowly, it was as if his full persona had changed in a matter of seconds as he grinned foolishly.
"I don't have money... but I know about the conversions to tokens.. I can spare something in return I suppose.."
He already knew what he was willing to trade, at least for some sort of funds inside the place. Though the offer of a job was a brighter prospective, he didn't let it just sail over his head, but instead thought about it. His hands now found the pockets of his tattered pants as he looked her in the eye, smiling more. He'd been little more than a traveler, surviving off what he could scrounge up, this seemed to be a slightly different pace than that. However, he was going along with it at this point.
"Could you take me over conversions of gold rings? As well... a job might be fun."
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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 12:37:40 GMT -8
"Oh, is it?" Skarlet really felt like a fool. "Yes, I wasn't dissing you, I actually like your appearance! It's unique! Something I've never encountered. "Anyway, yes this is enough for the room, shall we head on up?"
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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 12:46:22 GMT -8
"Let's go." (Someone wanna make a thread for the room?)
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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 12:47:18 GMT -8
He gave a little half-giggle. "Thank you!" he exclaimed. "And yes. I am very eager to see more of the place."
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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 26, 2016 15:39:37 GMT -8
Again, Grant already knew the conversions that the place offered and smiled a bit. It was almost a mischievous sight, before he nodded towards her. Moving away only momentarily to put away his staff, only to return shortly after. Speaking up very slowly, it was as if his full persona had changed in a matter of seconds as he grinned foolishly.
"I don't have money... but I know about the conversions to tokens.. I can spare something in return I suppose.."
He already knew what he was willing to trade, at least for some sort of funds inside the place. Though the offer of a job was a brighter prospective, he didn't let it just sail over his head, but instead thought about it. His hands now found the pockets of his tattered pants as he looked her in the eye, smiling more. He'd been little more than a traveler, surviving off what he could scrounge up, this seemed to be a slightly different pace than that. However, he was going along with it at this point.
"Could you take me over conversions of gold rings? As well... a job might be fun."
Upon the mention of golden rings, Elin brightened up. The boy didn't have any money, but he certainly had payment. That wasn't bad at all. She flipped her hair back out of her eyes (again attracting some stares from across the room) and smiled genuinely at Grant. "Oh, why didn't you say so in the first place? Of course, we can get those exchanged for you. Come with me." She led him to a small exchange counter, where A'lynn the foreign clerk sat playing with a golden coin. He flicked it to Elin, who caught it delicately between her lips. She pulled the coin out of her mouth and chucked it back at him, annoyed. "I wish you wouldn't do that, A'lynn. It's a neat trick, but it wasn't all the times you hit me in the face while practicing, and it's kind of irritating." A'lynn ignored his busty co-worker and turned to Grant, smiling. "Hello there, sir! Would you like to exchange coin and/or other things for Midnight Sun tokens?" |
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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 18:16:51 GMT -8
"I've only got a few things to trade... As the kind lady would tell you.. I'm coinless, so it'll have to be trade."
He moved his hand under his buttoned up shirt, three clicks being heard from the covered area. Then he pulled his hand free of his button down shirt, only to hold out his hand. Once it was over the counter they all stood around he dropped three pure gold rings, the only thing on them was out of the norm (aside the fact they were rings of gold) were the clasps on them. His lips pulled to a sheepish smile, before he took a simple step back, rubbing at his left side over the top of his rib cage. A slight sigh coming from him, before shaking his head laughing a bit.
"I hope... you don't mind the clasps... they are piercing pieces after all."
He had many more, he'd only pulled three of the ladder which made his side look almost like chainmail. The set he'd given over were some of the larger ones, each one looking like a bullring. Then he awaited what would come next.
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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 26, 2016 19:07:08 GMT -8
A'lynn took the golden rings, inspecting them carefully through a jeweler's glass before placing them in a small wooden box on the counter. He carefully pulled out several golden coins from a locked drawer before passing them to the boy, smiling brightly. "Here you go...twenty-one golden suns. I don't mind at all that they're piercing pieces. Gold's gold, after all. It all tastes the same. Isn't that right, Elin?" Elin glared at him, but said nothing. It seemed that she didn't want to talk to him at the moment. Putting a gentle hand on Grant's shoulder, she tugged him away from the counter. "Come now, sir. Let's get that drink you wanted, shall we? The bar is right this way..." She would lead him to a tall bar stool and passed him a menu and a white cocktail napkin. Various patrons sat nearby, drinking and eating snacks and doing other bar-related activities. "Let me know when you're ready to order, mkay?" |
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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 19:22:43 GMT -8
Before he was lead away, he grabbed his new coin putting it away into the pockets of the hempen pants, only to sit almost obediently. He'd already known what he was going to order, even before he was handed the menu. However it changed when he looked over the selection, his head cocking just the slightest bit. His tongue flicking over his lips as he read some of the drinks. Then he looked up at her with a bright smile. Turning the menu back to the woman and pointing to the Nightfyre, he enjoyed a good challenge, though he did speak up before ordering.
"Are you able to drink..? IF so.. three shots."
He asked for three, so that he himself could have two, and if the adverts inside the menu were to be trusted he didn't want to get a tender into too much trouble by getting wasted. He consciously thought about his decisions, and then moved his hand about his pocket producing seven of the suns he'd been given and set them in a stack in front of him. Finger tapping the top of the stack, before his eyes grew serious, his head tilting the slightest bit, to the point he sat up straight now.
"About that job... would a tender position be available?"
He'd brought the 'conversation' back 'round to where he wanted to it be, it was strange, his personality kept changing, or maybe it was all a farce as his ears lifted from his hair. Tail lashing out behind as he awaited the answer to his question.
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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 26, 2016 19:44:11 GMT -8
Elin looked over quickly. Had she heard right? Was the tiny boy with the fluffy ears going to really try to take two shots of Nightfyre? She considered refusing him for a moment, then shrugged. Who knew, maybe he would tip well. He certainly had some cash to spare, after all.
"Me, personally? I really shouldn't...but I don't suppose there's anyone stopping me. I'll set your drinks up right away."
She strode off, returning just moments later with three shot glasses full of a dubiously-colored liquor. They smoked slightly in the glasses, giving off a bluish vapor.
"Here you go, sir...three shots of Nightfyre. And I suppose we could stand to take on some bartending assistants. I'm only one of the head bartenders, though. You'd have to talk to all the others as well. Ellen and Allen and Alan."
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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 19:58:00 GMT -8
Looking at the liquid, he tilted his head some. Lowering his head over the bar to sniff at the vapor trail from the shots. A sour look shot over his face, before he began to bat at his nose. Looking much like a cat with something on his face, before smiling brightly. His ears began to twitch the slightest, before he pushed the coin her way. He smiled a bit, knowing it was at least a minimum 5 moon tip he was giving her. Even if it was just another incentive to drink, his hands bringing the two shots back as he pulled back. He looked over the glasses, inspecting the liquid at first and gave a shrug. He'd probably had worse, before he spoke up.
"I take it... this is supposed to be some kind of concoction.. that's extremely potent."
Then he shuddered at the thought of what he was about to do. Only to grip both the glasses, downing one and then the other, not allowing the taste to permeate on his tongue. He coughed at the second one, eyes closed, as he tried to swallow several times. He knew the effects would come on very quickly, but he had been honest o himself, this wasn't the worst thing he'd had. His fingers began to flex over the counter before he could look back up at her, and nodded. His mind fogging, as he began looking down one side of the bar and then back the other blinking. Looking back to her his head flopped to the side, his ears seeming to loose any sense of alert, flopping with his head as he spoke up again.
"May-maybe.. when I haven't.. done that, I- I'll talk with them."
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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 27, 2016 8:59:00 GMT -8
Elin watched as the boy took the shots, giggling softly. It seemed as though the alcohol had hit him pretty quickly, poor kid. He should have known better than to take two shots of nightfyre so quickly. She picked up the remaining shot, glancing around to make sure her co-workers weren't looking. Satisfied that she wouldn't be seen, she downed it effortlessly without so much as making a face. Years of working in bars had given her an extremely high alcohol tolerance, enough to drink an orc under the table. Grabbing the coins off the counter, she patted Grant on the head.
"You do that, honey. Maybe you should just take it easy for a little while, hmm? Unless you'd want another drink..."
Winking flirtatiously, she slid the menu over to him once more.
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Grant
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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 27, 2016 11:57:24 GMT -8
Looking upon the visage of the woman who'd served him the drinks, a slight tinge of pink touched his pale cheeks. Whether intoxication or embarrassment nobody but himself would know for the moment. His ears flopped this way and that, as he looked over the menu, a smile which was wide and bright came to meet Elin. His only words were very simple, as if just saying the name of things.
"Milk.. Water.. both?"
The last part seemed to be the question, he was directly asking for a glass of milk and water, not separate but together. He already felt the dreggs of the alcohol setting in, and for him the only way to quell the beast that was now rising in him, was that combination. He was slightly cheating on the challenge, but he wasn't really feeling up to the room spinning around him as it had begun.
The alchemical concoction he'd just had was messing him up something fierce as he had to lower his head to the table, ears flattened on his head, as his eyes closed. However, they soon reopened and he made a remark to himself.
"Spinning head... not good for closed eyes.."
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