Hope "Not an Assassin"
Established
Roleplay posts: 43 
Age: 30
Physical Description: average height man
Black hair, brown eyes, brown skin
Clothes and Equipment: Trousers and hooded jacket made from the leathered hide of an adult Basilisk
Padded shoes
Crossbow, hidden blades and a larger silver blade that was tempered especially for him.
Registered: Apr 19, 2017 17:38:32 GMT -8
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Post by Hope "Not an Assassin" on Apr 20, 2017 15:47:47 GMT -8
Hope entered the sun and quickly scanned his environment. When he saw the patron he was looking for Karath Durson , he went and sat beside him. "Hey K, long time no see. How have you been?" he tried to strike up a conversation. To the waitress. "Let me get you best mead and something good to eat. What do you suggest for a weary traveler?" |
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Karath Durson
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 168
Age: 27
Registered: Oct 27, 2015 20:59:28 GMT -8
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Post by Karath Durson on Apr 21, 2017 16:42:03 GMT -8
"Been doing great, how are you?"
Karath smiled and gave him a firm handshake.
"We were just getting ready for a grand sale. Got the big haul this time. Should be enough to fix our ship," he said, briefing Hope on the matters that had proceeded in his short absence.
"And then, we will get going."
Karath knew the others (aside from Skarlet) were standing nearby, and so turned his attention to them all as a group.
"Some of us, I imagine, will still want to stick around after where we're going next. Some of us might not be around for the long term. But all of us, I imagine, will benefit from this journey in some way."
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Post by Wolves of Liberty on Apr 21, 2017 17:00:43 GMT -8
Just then, the door opened. In filed several people, a mostly ruffian looking motley crew with mixed accents of banditry and Sakandian heritages. Some of Karath's old crew had made it back into the bunch. Apparently, everyone had been instructed to meet here. Karath had managed to gather far more people than some here would have been led to think. One of them stepped forwards, extending his hand in greeting to Karath, giving him a handshake. "The crew's all here. Seems you found some more people!" |
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Abby Longblood
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53 
Age: 21
Physical Description: An albino girl with a short body and thin posture. Her skin is very pale and her hair is dyed a soft pink over her natural white-silver. Because of her Albinism her eyes appear red.
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Clothes and Equipment: Likes to wear dresses that are short in the front, with torn apart lace over it to make it easier to move.
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Her weapon is a long black leather whip with an enchantment gem in the handle. When touched by any part of the whip the victim will be hit with a current of electricity. Not enough to knock them out, but enough to restrict movements and cause uncontrollable jerks of the body.
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Registered: Mar 2, 2017 15:37:42 GMT -8
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Post by Abby Longblood on Apr 23, 2017 11:36:50 GMT -8
"That would be wonderful Kaine, thank you! Could you also fix my hair? Or you think a simple spell would do it injuctice?" she winked at him. She was happy that Kaine was so easygoing. Most man she had met that possessed magic had not been so willing to just spill their energy on small stuff that didn't benefit them directly.
If Kaine choose to clean her up, she would let him do it before she walked over to the new person that had just walked in. "Hi, my name is Abby." she offered him her hand palm down. It was one of the things that had stuck with her from her lessons about being a lady, that she had been having a hard time getting rid off. "Why don't I share a cup of that mead." she said and then nudged at the waitress to make an order herself.
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Apr 23, 2017 15:06:38 GMT -8
"I'm not an expert, so I couldn't really tell you if that's true. My ability only revealed itself by coincidence. I don't study magic, but there is a place for that in the city. One of the towers of the Citadel is called the Enclave, where magi study and train. I've never gotten around to checking the place out. There used to be a minister of magic named... Andraste Ruana I think, she knew the current Arch-mage, she disappeared many times and hasn't been seen since the last time. Perhaps she's gone somewhere to leave the spotlight, the new Arch-mage is much more present. I've gotten to see him up close a few times, while I was with my mother. He looks like he's made out of magic! And his voice sounds... I don't know how to explain it." "Andraste Ruana! You don't say. I fought with her at the Battle of Vorstuga. She used some of the most powerful magic I have ever seen. Last I saw a demon grabbed her, turned into a dragon made of flames, and dispersed into thin air. Word around camp was that the demon was her lover. Man, that campaign was crazy." Silas leaned his chair back, "Now that I think about it, I don't really have any hobbies either. When I was younger I hunted or practiced with the sword for fun. Now those two skill keep me alive. Perhaps you could bring me around the Enclave some time. Learning more about magic could be fun. And would certainly help keep me alive. I'm afraid I don't have any skills that you'd be interested in. Unless knife fighting excites you?" |
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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 Apr 24, 2017 15:00:40 GMT -8
"Oh, that's interesting. Yes, we could go to the enclave some time. And when it comes to knife fights, it all depends, I myself have never been in one, I've only fought with my hands. I do find fighting exciting though. When I'm in a fight though I can get carried away." Skarlet responds to Silas, usually when she fought people she killed them so she's never fought anyone for fun, just the thrill of the hunt. "A few years ago before I came to Isra I got a bad injury from a sword, but fortunately it's healed up now. I got very sick while recovering." |
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Apr 24, 2017 21:14:07 GMT -8
Silas couldn't help but smile when Skarlet admitted to finding fighting exciting. He saw a familiar glimmer in her red eyes, "Nothing wrong with getting carried away, as long as you don't put yourself in danger. Not that I condone meaningless violence, but there is something satisfying about close combat with a concealed weapon. The attacker thinks they have you but all of a sudden a chunk of their forearm is missing." Pausing, the mercenary flattened his clothing so that the bulge of his hunting knife would show, "Knowing how to use a knife is like secretly possessing a power that can keep you alive in a pinch. Almost like magic." It seemed that Sarlet was one to become squeamish, so Silas was not worried about getting a little passionate about his dangerous profession. Not wanting the date to end, "Would you like to move elsewhere? There must be something exciting for a young pair to do on an Israin night." |
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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 Apr 25, 2017 13:37:41 GMT -8
"So you know a lot about knives, maybe you could show me some tricks." Skarlet laughs, happy to have come across someone who wasn't afraid to get graphic. It appealed to her grim nature as a vampire. Silas was an intriguing man to Skarlet, exciting and not sleazy like others she'd known. "We could go somewhere, did you have a place in mind? Or we could look around, try to find something."
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Apr 25, 2017 15:51:48 GMT -8
"A walk is always enjoyable after dinner. I don't mind where. We can admire the city at night or find a quiet spot in a park where I can show you some tricks." Silas would like some alone time with Skarlet. Perhaps, he could learn some of the secrets that she kept hidden from such public places.
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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 Apr 26, 2017 19:07:32 GMT -8
"Heehee, Sure, let's go."
Skarlet offers her arm as she and Silas exit the Midnight Sun. Now that the sun wasn't out she didn't need to use her Parasol. Whenever the pair moved to an area that had less light, Skarlet's eyes actually seemed to glow in the dark, but this was only noticeable when it was dark enough. They didn't glow like how a torch would, more like a dull glowstick, to a point where if there were no light you could still see the red of her eyes.
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on Apr 26, 2017 20:21:22 GMT -8
 The Festival is about to begin! All of Isra is decorated in the iconic purple flowers, with splashes of blue and gold. Boughs cover doorways and sway between buildings. The merry spirit is in the air, and beyond the walls of the city, one can see the fair grounds being erected, flags of all the nations waving upon the poles.  THE FESTIVAL WILL BEGIN AT 7AM PACIFIC TIME, FRIDAY, APRIL 28th, 2017
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
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Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Apr 27, 2017 8:22:17 GMT -8
In the early evening, as business is just beginning to pick up at The Sun, Lady Naoki is seated in a secluded booth up against one of the far walls. It’s one of the larger, more luxurious booths, intended to be able to accommodate persons of above average size and to do so with more class than simply a rough wooden bench. Rather, it includes cushions, a clean and polished tabletop, inlaid runes, and other such trappings of respectable accommodations. The silencing runes are currently in effect, muffling the loud banter and clanking of glasses to a dull murmur. Though Naoki sits silently, any sounds made within the booth would also be rendered inaudible to any outside, providing privacy for those within. The sweet, cinnamon-smelling beverage Naoki seems to enjoy fills her mug, and Naoki sips at it occasionally as she waits for her guest, Torrin Delmirev, to arrive. |
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Kaine Aislinn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: 6'2 Pale, Red hair, braided beard
Clothes and Equipment: Pouches filled with various alchemical substances, a magical rune necklace, bearded wood ax, long bow.
Dressed in traveling clothes meant for the cold.He carries wooden staff, its hilt made of intertwined wood, at almost all times.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Mar 7, 2017 21:32:29 GMT -8
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Post by Kaine Aislinn on Apr 27, 2017 10:35:55 GMT -8
Kaine cast a simple spell to clean off Abby and Karath once they gave permission and then greeted the sailors who had joined them they seemed like hardened sailors and would no doubt be extremely helpful during the voyage. After greeting the sailors Kaine turned to Karath and told him he was ready to set off.
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Torrin Delmirev
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 31
Physical Description: This silvery dragonborn is truly massive to behold, at nearly eight feet tall with bulging muscles and some well-groomed scales. He keeps his teeth shiny white, and polishes his scales regularly. He usually smells of mint, and is completely cold to the touch.
Clothes and Equipment: Torrin keeps his armor as clean as his scales, and it is even a matching grey color. His armor is thick and heavy, limiting his speed in running, but making him all but impervious to most weaponry. He wields a fairly wicked looking sword, both ceremonial and functional amongst his people, as well as shield emblazoned with a silver dragon on it in honor of his ancestors.
Registered: Feb 17, 2017 16:12:58 GMT -8
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Post by Torrin Delmirev on Apr 28, 2017 12:05:20 GMT -8
In the early evening, as business is just beginning to pick up at The Sun, Lady Naoki is seated in a secluded booth up against one of the far walls. It’s one of the larger, more luxurious booths, intended to be able to accommodate persons of above average size and to do so with more class than simply a rough wooden bench. Rather, it includes cushions, a clean and polished tabletop, inlaid runes, and other such trappings of respectable accommodations. The silencing runes are currently in effect, muffling the loud banter and clanking of glasses to a dull murmur. Though Naoki sits silently, any sounds made within the booth would also be rendered inaudible to any outside, providing privacy for those within. The sweet, cinnamon-smelling beverage Naoki seems to enjoy fills her mug, and Naoki sips at it occasionally as she waits for her guest, Torrin Delmirev, to arrive. Naoki would not be kept waiting long, the large Dragonborn being one of those rare punctual types. He wore no armor or weaponry, just a plain black shirt and loose hide pants. Torrin spotted Lady Naoki and took a seat opposite her, the very top of his tail hanging out past the booth. "Lady Naoki! A pleasure to see you looking so well on this fine day," he said jovially, a wide grin exposing his numerous sharp teeth. |
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 22:29:53 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2017 10:54:24 GMT -8
Well, well. This was something a bit more refined. It almost felt wrong being in a place like this. But perhaps she could manage to get along. She just had to keep her head down and her hood up. She made her way over to the bar, quietly slipping into a seat - a little startled at how quickly a keep addressed her when her hands came to rest on the counter.
She brought her eyes back down and let them wander, trying to keep from looking anyone in the eye. But at least the barkeep was a friendly sort - joker. Easy to laugh. He made things a little easier.
"... you recommend anything for a wanderer, lad?" she asks, able to allow a small smile creepy into her expression - reaching over and prodding a menu towards herself with a finger. "Can't say I'm too familiar with th' place."
"Ahh, new blood. Yeah, don't worry - get all kinds of folks here. Well..."
Token exchange. Unique currency for the place. A nice long list of specialty drinks, and a very tempting menu for food. This place was definitely high class, but yet he assured her that it wasn't as bad as she thought. So she opted to stay and order.
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acolyte Brushca
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: younger than he looks
Physical Description: shadowed in a woolen fungus strewn cloak.
there are flem and mucus crusting around his eyes noes and mouth. if one where to examine his ears, you would find that blood had at some time pooled in there folds and has since dried there. his complexion would be vaguely brown where it not for the tired grey that has set in. he is tall and disproportionately thin, almost desiccated in his appearance, all draped in soggy wool. anyone examining his hands can see tiny shards of bone clinging to his skin.
Clothes and Equipment: damp fungus entangled cloak. 1 foot radius metal buoy.
ceremonial limestone cudgel.
Registered: Apr 29, 2017 21:39:48 GMT -8
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Post by acolyte Brushca on Apr 30, 2017 10:56:48 GMT -8
the floorbords creak as yet another patron shuffles out of the the throngs of sellers und through the mantle. as he steps into the tavern its clearly not his weight that brings complaints from the timbers it is the large metal lantern buoy he has hoisted upon his shoulders. even with a moldy woolen cloak the draped over them the mans arms appear thin to the point of sickliness. his face while half shadowed still shows signs of dried flem. scanning the menu his eyes catch on something never to be passed up, a drink on the house. fishing a silver coins from within his robe [ all of which bear imprints clearly not that of anything remotely local] he orders the special and a dragons breath before plunking down in the loudest area of the tavern immediately apparent.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 22:29:53 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2017 12:03:56 GMT -8
The commotion brought her head around, and she honestly couldn't help watching as the odd... very odd being made his way across the way and take a seat along the bar. What exactly was he? Was he ill? It was only when the recommended drink was set before her that she snapped her attention back - but found it very hard to focus on it. Normally oddities were something she could get over and accept, but... this 'creature' had her a bit worried.
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acolyte Brushca
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: younger than he looks
Physical Description: shadowed in a woolen fungus strewn cloak.
there are flem and mucus crusting around his eyes noes and mouth. if one where to examine his ears, you would find that blood had at some time pooled in there folds and has since dried there. his complexion would be vaguely brown where it not for the tired grey that has set in. he is tall and disproportionately thin, almost desiccated in his appearance, all draped in soggy wool. anyone examining his hands can see tiny shards of bone clinging to his skin.
Clothes and Equipment: damp fungus entangled cloak. 1 foot radius metal buoy.
ceremonial limestone cudgel.
Registered: Apr 29, 2017 21:39:48 GMT -8
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Post by acolyte Brushca on Apr 30, 2017 13:33:18 GMT -8
Upon receiving his beverage Brushca tilts his head back and guzzles his drink down. he pays little mind to the crowd around him pulling his cloak tighter around himself huddling with his empty ale mug, and begins brining the next one albeit more slowly. he hoists the buoy of of his back setting to the floor it with a light 'thud'.
after finishing his drink the cloaked man begins to take in his surrounding, examining his fellow customers.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 22:29:53 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2017 14:04:26 GMT -8
"... is that guy down there okay?"
The passing server stopped to listen, glancing back to Brushca down the bar counter. "Uh... I dunno. I'll check."
"Please. If th' guy's sick he needs t' be at a hospital." Kiera watched the lady wander over to check on him.
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acolyte Brushca
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: younger than he looks
Physical Description: shadowed in a woolen fungus strewn cloak.
there are flem and mucus crusting around his eyes noes and mouth. if one where to examine his ears, you would find that blood had at some time pooled in there folds and has since dried there. his complexion would be vaguely brown where it not for the tired grey that has set in. he is tall and disproportionately thin, almost desiccated in his appearance, all draped in soggy wool. anyone examining his hands can see tiny shards of bone clinging to his skin.
Clothes and Equipment: damp fungus entangled cloak. 1 foot radius metal buoy.
ceremonial limestone cudgel.
Registered: Apr 29, 2017 21:39:48 GMT -8
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Post by acolyte Brushca on Apr 30, 2017 14:08:47 GMT -8
at the server questioning Brushca looks up. wuh- oh no i'm, er, quite well. the price of connection with ones patron I suppose.
he leans onto the counter glancing down the bar at the person seeming mot attentive to the waitresses action, giving a slight wave to Kiera.
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