Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49 
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Jan 15, 2019 14:29:10 GMT -8
At Iulia's request, Dixie wandered off towards the Empress. However, it seemed that the very rude woman who'd called her a harlot of all things was talking to Naoki at the time. Dixie frowned, annoyed. What business did she have with the Empress, anyways? First that boy with the notebook, and now this prissy little shrew...why did the Empress always seem to want the company of such impolite people? She huffed and made herself busy until the awful woman walked away, before walking up to the Empress. She hesitated for a moment before approaching, suddenly nervous. She hadn't spoken to the Naoki since that one time in the Sun Bath. Had the Empress grown tired of her? No, Dixie decided. That couldn't be it. The Empress was a busy woman, after all. She probably just hadn't had time to call on her recently.
"Excuse me," she said. "Empress. Investigator Iopata asked me to let you know that she'll have her report ready for you in just a moment, as soon as she's finished up some business."
She offered Naoki a flirtatious smile, clutching her bloodstained hands behind her back.
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Merric Ushar
Established
Roleplay posts: 12 
Age: 156
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate for face, height is 6’2. Slightly larger than medium build with broad shoulders and stout legs.
Clothes and Equipment: Generally seen wearing black trousers with gold buttons and a shirt sewn from a matte material in the a sapphire blue that rivaled the stone other than the intensity of its shine. It is sewn with a diamond pattern with an approximately one inch width and is thick enough to withstand a cool day. A charcoal cloak with a clasp of silver and high black boots to his knees complete his normal attire. When armored he wears a scale plated mail that is completely black in color, it adorns his figure well and matches a helm of the same obsidian that is formed into the style of a wolf’s snout around his chin snarling and ready for battle. Upon his hip is settled a Morningstar at most times, an effective weapon its span is three feet with one handle and a sharply pointed spike at the end. It rests comfortable when he walks sliding easily along the long line of his legs.
Allegiances: Azea - Drow Homeland
Registered: Dec 31, 2018 17:04:55 GMT -8
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Post by Merric Ushar on Jan 15, 2019 21:18:29 GMT -8
"It seems we all need it this day," he commented upon her parting words before making use of himself elsewhere.
True to his word he owed the young maiden no small debt in keeping him upright. He may have never had the strength to heal himself through his own magic the quick attempt might have ruined him leaving him crippled permanently. To consider such was to admit his own shortcomings. Even now as he looked across the injured he knew it would be impossible to do much with his own strength. It took a creative wording to draw on their own strength instead of his own and it took consent. An odd thing for his magic but one that was put in place long ago by the elders to prevent another war based on a magic that was allowed to extend to far in the lives of others.
Finding a balance and a quill in which he wrote upon whatever was available, including sheets, the pattern did not remain after he finished his work the ink lifting as his spell took root. When Arya regained her strength to relieve him he felt his own exhaustion then flooding throughout his muscles and his mind.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Jan 19, 2019 7:14:55 GMT -8
The Empress blinks. “Dixie.”
The question is begged, “what is Dixie doing here, and why is Iulia asking her to do things,” but at this point, Naoki is past asking. With how many people have shown up in unexpected places recently, she’s beyond surprise. If there is an explanation, it will make itself known in time. Leaving the question unasked, The Empress nods.
“Very good. I’ll be here.” Safely off to one side, away from the rubble and the workers, The Empress leans back against a lamp pole and crosses her arms over her chest, watching the continuing operations silently.
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Jan 20, 2019 6:39:36 GMT -8
Iulia beckons to another guard as Whir goes off to contact someone. It wasn’t exactly clear what he was going on about and the sounds of the busy street drowned out his conversation. He at least respected the barricade, which put several points in his favor. “I need to go report to the Empress. Please keep a look out for our friend below and contact me if and when he should come back.” Gracefully, the Investigator hops down from her perch on top of the carriages and walks towards Naoki. Miss Starr is standing nearby as well. Good, good. Unbidden, Iulia remembers her last meeting with Empress Naoki. It had not gone to play at all. This time, though, things were different, Iulia felt more competent. In the face of chaos and uncertainty, this was somehow a less threatening way to speak with Naoki. Did other people feel this way? Iulia marches towards the Empress, giving her plenty of time to finish conversing with her plus one. There is a decent amount of information on Kate Green from the Guard files concerning the Empress’ closer acquaintances, associates, and others.
She still has to look up to look the Empress in the eyes, but somehow things felt on a more level playing field than last time. The thought is far from pleasant, but The Midnight Sun tragedy has brought so many together. No one knew what to do or say aside from work together.
“Empress, Ms. Green, a pleasure to meet you.” With a salute to the Empress and a bow to Kate, Iulia leafs through her tiny notebook, looking over the Empress’ face as she flips. "Glad you made contact with Miss Starr here." “I have a preliminary report for you, Naoki. It is undeniable that the attack was purposeful, carried out by an alchemical device using alcohol as its primary ingredient. The timing in relation to the Summit gives credence to the idea of the perpetrator holding Anti-Isran sentiments. The fact that The Midnight Sun in particular was the target shows a potential animosity directed towards you personally.” The Investigator punctuates this last sentence by pointing her pencil at Naoki. “The Office of Surveillance is on scene with several of their more powerful mages. Magus Arthur gave me a written report from her superiors concerning the magical barrier overhead. At this present moment, the area around The Grand Bazaar is fully locked down. No one is getting away from the scene at this point. If the bastard behind this attack is within the dome, the Guard will find them.” The word ‘bastard’ comes out far more harshly than Iulia intended. The atrocities of today burn brightly in her mind. Inwardly, she focuses her rage into clarity and purpose. Externally, she keeps her gaze level with the Empress. “The Office of Investigations is suspending all non-critical case work in an effort to put as many of our officers in play to bring this monster to justice. At this stage, we are going to begin formally gathering witness testimonies and records. Do you have any additional orders for The Guard, Empress?” |
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Selene
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Selene has a curvaceous figure with porcelain skin, and starlight silver locks. Her eyes gleam lavender, as she prefers to dress in shades of blue, purple, silver or black.
Clothes and Equipment: Selene wears a variety of blue, purple black and silver dresses, preferring cool colors. She has an enchanted sapphire around her neck, protecting her from harmful toxins, enchantments or curses.
Registered: Jul 21, 2018 18:57:24 GMT -8
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Post by Selene on Jan 21, 2019 2:58:42 GMT -8
Selene drifts around the area. It seems the Isran Militia has enacted a magical barrier. How utterly tiresome. She inspected the damage from her view, continually referencing her memories. She looks at her attire and tsk's. This was not appropriate for simple observation. Yet she couldn't simply pull a new outfit of thin air, nor run to the hotel to fetch a different outfit. Still, she pulled the pin out of her bun, her moonlight locks falling in waves over her shoulders. It wasn't quite what she wanted, but it would do, she supposed. She kept her ears perked, listening for perhaps any rumors or gossip to drift on the wind.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Jan 21, 2019 17:03:46 GMT -8
The Empress nods in greeting to Iulia as she approaches. She maintains a mostly neutral expression as she listens to the report, but fails to keep her tail in check. It lashes sporadically, smacking the wall behind her. She isn’t pleased — that much is obvious and should not come as a surprise.
The implication that Iulia draws, suggesting anti-Isran or anti-Empress sentiment as the motive of the attack… It’s not a very fun thought to think, but regrettably plausible. Considering it, if one wanted to attack something in an effort to wound Isra and/or irritate The Empress, The Midnight Sun is — was the best target. Everything else is guarded. The timing can’t be a coincidence; it was either an attack against Isra or the work of cosmic karma, to balance out the events of the previous night.
“... Very good,” The Empress responds, referring to The Guard’s efforts. Putting a hand over her mouth, she looks away, considering. The situation, such as it is, seems to be mostly in-hand.
“I task The Guard: see to it that those being detained here are treated well. They are all victims or bystanders, save for maybe one. Bring in food for them, set up cots, and make sure that all of the wounded receive the treatment they need. This is a special case, use resources, reallocate units, do what you must.”
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Whir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 95
Age: 23
Physical Description: Whir stands approximately six feet and five inches (nearly two meters) tall. His skin ranges from pale to dark blue and is lined with bright markings that do not appear to be tattoos. Dark blue crystals shoot back from his scalp where hair would be on a pure blooded human. He is lithe and corded, muscles defined, but not pronounced.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Simple clothing hangs from Whir's slim body. The only apparent armor a banded chest plate made of what appears to be some dark wood. Resting on a loop attached to the back of this chest piece is a long and narrow sword. To the untrained observer it almost appears as a needle, with the eye replaced by a pommel set with some light blue gem. The sword is in fact, made from a single crystal of orichalcum. The rapier-like double edged blade is nearly indestructible despite its thin profile. A leather wrap starts at the pommel and runs about eighteen inches up the body of the sword, where immediately after, the five foot long blade takes an edge.
Registered: Feb 24, 2016 19:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Whir on Jan 27, 2019 22:25:06 GMT -8
"Food," Whir asks, reorienting on his conversation with Takhana. "I don't think I've eaten in days and I seem to be inside some sort of arcane dome that isn't letting folks leave." It was really more of a rhetorical statement than a request.
He glanced around, finally spying Iulia, who had gotten over to Naoki while he was distracted with the magical link. "Honestly," he spoke again to Takhana, "it looks like they have things wrapped up pretty well here. Maybe I'll stay out of the way and search the perimeter for suspicious looking deviants."
He didn't think the inspector would really mind if he wasn't there when she was finished with Naoki. He could possibly explain later what had happened, assuming the private army of Naoki's was cooperating with the Isran authorities. He had no idea how things had changed since he left, only learning that Takhana was still a part of the Sun Marshalls minutes ago. And he wasn't actually all that familiar with them to begin with, only being a hired wanderer.
"If you could make it known that I am in the city and available to her most Emperorness Naoki when the time is fit... Past that, I'll come in to the headquarters as soon as I am able. I won't take up any more of your time unless I find something. Thank you miss Veil."
While waiting to see if Takhana would respond, he slipped away from the barricade. Walking over to the closest building that didn't seem to have suffered in the explosion, he used his limited mastery of air to elevate himself to the ledge of its roof. Pulling himself over it, he then floated down to stand on it, gaining what would hopefully be a decent view of the site and its goings on.
Given the amount of people who were at the scene already, he'd guess the event was some time ago. There probably wasn't anything to be found at this point -- no fleeing villains or magical vapor trails -- but if he couldn't leave, he might as well entertain the idea.
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Amanda Zhegethi
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Age: 24
Physical Description: Obsidian black hair tied into a ponytail and brown eyes will be the first thing you'll notice along with a sleek face and her red slightly pouched lips. She has a relatively pale complexion and a smooth skin making her quite the looker but in that elegant and discrete way.
Clothes and Equipment: Amanda often wears ear rings - more often than not quite simple geometrical shapes in gold or silver. She likes to dress for the occasion but will most likely not be seen dressing too lavishly and enjoys even and balanced colors along with a clear but elegant cut in regards to the clothes. Generally she likes to make it so that no corners are forgotten so she looks presentable through and through.
Allegiances: Isra
Registered: Jan 27, 2019 1:57:07 GMT -8
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Post by Amanda Zhegethi on Jan 28, 2019 13:43:41 GMT -8
This was a gruesome sight to behold for sure. Amanda had heard and felt the explosion several blocks away and had hurried over in the direction of The Midnight Sun - or what was left of it she found. She blinked a couple of times but having to digest all this was no small feat and she wasn't used to reporting from places whith so much destruction and suffering. Amanda turned around and was about to leave the scene when suddenly it dawned to her.
'You have a job to do, a duty to the Isran citizen!' the voice would chime in her head. 'Also this might be your grand chance to rise above doing smut articles on celebrities!' a second much more compelling voice spoke. Amanda reluctantly turned around taking a deep breath to calm herself as she looked around again trying to make out what had happened.
"An explosion... right." she said and nodded to herself. 'What would Nick have done here..?' she thought. "He would need facts! Who, where and why." she said to herself pouncing her fist into her palm and braced herself closing in on the barrier that had been erected around the The Midnight Sun incident. She looked around but couldn't spot any officials outside the barrier.
Who was she kidding anyway? She was a reporter and good one at it but she didn't have the knack for going deep into the truth if things - no she needed comments on what has happened from important people! Just as that thought crossed her mind Amanda spotted that carriage having seen that before. The empress' carriage and immediately peered in behind the barrier. This meant she had to be here somewhere and she looked around until she saw her standing there - a bit hidden away but there was no mistaking those ears.
Amanda went over to a place where the guards weren't protecting the barrier and if possible she would lean over it waving towards Naoki.
"Empress Naoki, Empress Naoki!" she exclaimed in the regent's direction trying to make herself appear unable to miss. "I'm from The Isran Free Press, I need some words from you to the citizen of Isra on this horrible incident..!" she added determined to get an interview. This would also make her look great being the first to get an official comment from the empress.
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Jan 31, 2019 13:54:12 GMT -8
Iulia keeps her gaze level with the Empress’ eyes as she speaks. The anger of the sovereign is apparent as her tail sways back and forth. “So let it be done, Empress.” Iulia returns her notebook to a pocket and idly sticks her pencil behind one ear. “One last thing, before I hea-” A commotion from the barricade interrupts Iulia. The clear, strong voice of Amanda Zhegethi calls out for the Empress’ attention. From her words, it was clear she was one of those ‘reporters’. The Inspector looks from the barricade back to Naoki. The Isran Free Press was a matter of fascination amongst the high officers of The Guard. On one hand, it was good reading. The ‘newspaper’, as the creators called it, told stories from across The Free City. The Press sent out agents to poke their noses into things and write up what they find. It wasn’t unlike The Office of Investigation, but these findings were made public. Some Investigators found this unwelcome attention and competition. Others found the reports hopelessly lurid, counterfactual, and entertaining. Was now the best time for the Empress to give an interview? Iulia watches Naoki’s tail for a moment before speaking. “Make that two last things. I can go speak with our agent of the press, if you wish to be left alone. The choice is up to you.” |
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Feb 6, 2019 8:50:32 GMT -8
At the sound of her name, The Empress glances over to see a woman leaning over the barricade, asking for some… words? The Empress wonders how difficult it must be for The Guard to maintain a secure perimeter.
She waves, dismissing the woman. Whatever it is will wait.
The Empress asks Iulia, “What is the last thing?” She aims to conclude her business here and subsequently go somewhere else; she doesn’t intend to spend the day lingering here.
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Kate Green
Dedicated
Assessing the damage w/ Naoki
Roleplay posts: 309
Age: 19
Physical Description: Kate is built slenderly, but working in her gardens and on the field has defined her muscles. Her eyes shine with an amber hue and her silvery hair never seems to get dirty from the work she still insists on doing herself.
(Full Sized image: http://imgur.com/bJTWavF)
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a pink apron on her that has a simple square pattern. Underneath, brownish green pants and a black tube top. Many tools, such as a flower shovel, a small rake and a spray bottle, fit inside her pockets. A large red ribbon complements her hair.
When she was working at the Midnight Sun, she replaced her red ribbon with a black one she was gifted when she first joined. She also had a green dress, gifted to her by Naoki.
After being gone away for a long time, she has since expanded her wardrobe, and tends not to think about her clothes too much and follows whatever trends Naoki says are popular now.
Player's online availability : Consistently inconsistent
Registered: Sept 4, 2015 15:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Kate Green on Feb 6, 2019 14:55:03 GMT -8
While Naoki was barely acknowledging the reporter, Kate turned a full half-circle to be face to face with her. She'd just about had it, as telegraphed by a sharp glint in her eye. The business her beloved worked hard to grow burns down and how do the people she protects react? Moneymaking. Scandalmongering.
"For God's sake she just lost a house! Let her be!"
Kate's voice cracked as she stared down the reporter. Some tears were starting to form but she didn't really care. She didn't usually feel this angry but the woman was just begging to be clocked.
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Feb 7, 2019 9:12:10 GMT -8
There isn’t a struggle for words after Miss Green’s shouting, exactly, but Iulia feels a tugging sensation within her chest. The Investigator rarely raises her own voice, but she finds it hard not to throw back her head and scream at the absurdity of the day. To make matters worse, her stomach gurgles. Right. Her last meal had been half a plain scone and some over-steeped tea for breakfast. Her knees ache. She hadn’t relieved herself in hours. Her head throbs. As Iulia takes inventory of her physical form, each respective part seems to grow heavier and heavier, the physical discomforts growing more severe. The Investigator breathes in, then out, pushing back against the complaints of her body. Each twinge of pain and rolling tide of exhaustion seems to lessen one by one.
And there was the Empress. Her actions were as calm and collected as ever, but her eyes…
“Never mind that, Naoki. I won’t take up any more of your time. Commissioner Lestrade will send you official notice once The Guard has more substantial leads. Until then.”
A salute to the Empress and a quick bow to Miss Green, Iulia turns on her heel and passes by Dixie. Overhead, four mottled birds wing their way down from the sky to land near one of the tents housing the casualties from the day. A guard approaches the birds and begins removing small parcels from each respective bird.
“Miss Starr, you have gone above and beyond today. If you are up for one last assignment we should check in at the field hospital. Looks like headquarters has sent us some messages.” Iulia nods towards the birds and gestures for Dixie to walk with her, if she wishes.
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Amanda Zhegethi
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Age: 24
Physical Description: Obsidian black hair tied into a ponytail and brown eyes will be the first thing you'll notice along with a sleek face and her red slightly pouched lips. She has a relatively pale complexion and a smooth skin making her quite the looker but in that elegant and discrete way.
Clothes and Equipment: Amanda often wears ear rings - more often than not quite simple geometrical shapes in gold or silver. She likes to dress for the occasion but will most likely not be seen dressing too lavishly and enjoys even and balanced colors along with a clear but elegant cut in regards to the clothes. Generally she likes to make it so that no corners are forgotten so she looks presentable through and through.
Allegiances: Isra
Registered: Jan 27, 2019 1:57:07 GMT -8
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Post by Amanda Zhegethi on Feb 8, 2019 13:53:22 GMT -8
"Hello..! Hel..." Amanda tried although her trying to get in contact with the empress was only met with a dismissive wave and she sighed reassessing how important this story was to her - and the citizen of Isra. Well silence was a story too, although words told it much better. However before she could turn around and look for another potential interviewee she was met by a mournful and even judgemental gaze by this woman also on the other side of the barrier.
Amanda was taken aback by the sudden aggression thrown her way and she certainly wasn't used to this while doing her normal stories that almost always had even a comical og feel good angle about them. But wasn't this..? Yes it was, this lady was on the silver coins, Kate Green if she remembered correctly. The empress consort or 'bedwarmer' as evil tongues did sometimes call her.
"I'm sorry..." Amanda said looking at the Kate and her tear filled eyes. "I'm... Amanda Zhegethi and I was merely looking for a comment on this tragic event." she said stopping herself short there. "Miss Green, did you... know anyone from The Midnight Sun?" Amanda asked curiously ready with pen and paper, although she didn't want to seem rude and pressing and kept them low.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Feb 9, 2019 13:47:59 GMT -8
Naoki turns sharply as Kate yells, following her gaze to the woman at the barricade. Though Naoki hardly gave the woman two thoughts, Kate is Upset, and that alone is enough to draw Naoki’s full attention. It is convenient that Iulia excuses herself; The Empress gives her a perfunctory nod as she leaves.
The woman at the barricade goes on to introduce herself as Amanda, and is then so bold as to ask Kate a question. With some idea of how upset Kate is, Naoki thinks it a poor idea for Kate to be answering questions.
The Empress interjects, taking a step over to stand close at Kate’s side.
“You may report that some fifty people died following an explosion at The Midnight Sun in the wee hours of the morning. The explosion was deliberate and alchemical in nature. The culprit is as of yet unknown; The Office of Investigation is conducting an investigation. Useful information will be rewarded, and suspicious figures should be reported to The Guard immediately.” The Empress speaks clearly such that she might be heard at a short distance, pausing between each point to allow Amanda to take note.
Locking eyes with the journalist, she adds, “If I have words for the citizens of Isra, I will deliver them myself.”
With this, The Empress gives Amanda a very significant look, intended to convey that she ought to leave.
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Kate Green
Dedicated
Assessing the damage w/ Naoki
Roleplay posts: 309
Age: 19
Physical Description: Kate is built slenderly, but working in her gardens and on the field has defined her muscles. Her eyes shine with an amber hue and her silvery hair never seems to get dirty from the work she still insists on doing herself.
(Full Sized image: http://imgur.com/bJTWavF)
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a pink apron on her that has a simple square pattern. Underneath, brownish green pants and a black tube top. Many tools, such as a flower shovel, a small rake and a spray bottle, fit inside her pockets. A large red ribbon complements her hair.
When she was working at the Midnight Sun, she replaced her red ribbon with a black one she was gifted when she first joined. She also had a green dress, gifted to her by Naoki.
After being gone away for a long time, she has since expanded her wardrobe, and tends not to think about her clothes too much and follows whatever trends Naoki says are popular now.
Player's online availability : Consistently inconsistent
Registered: Sept 4, 2015 15:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Kate Green on Feb 12, 2019 12:10:08 GMT -8
Iulia goes, and Kate sees her off with a strained apology. She gives Amanda a glare that treads between confusion and spite. She does follow closer to Naoki and this calms her a little.
Kate follows the statement Naoki gives to the journalist. Not the words, just the cadence of her tone that indicates words are being exchanged. There was a thick clot of mental pressure blocking her reception for what is being said. Kate’s cheeks flamed with shame.
After Naoki, Kate manages to get out: “Now is really not the time…” She read the face of Naoki and believed that if the unfortunate reporter wouldn’t get the hint, she wouldn’t be writing anywhere anymore, ever.
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Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Feb 23, 2019 16:35:09 GMT -8
Dixie turned and followed Iulia, glancing up at the birds as they descended. They'd used messenger pigeons back home, but they were so difficult and time-consuming to train that most people just ended up paying couriers to deliver notes for them. Besides, the prevalence of birds of prey in the area made training pigeons a fool's errand. It was a little slower, to be sure, but a messenger on horseback was much less likely to be eaten by a passing hawk. Here in the city, it seemed that one could hardly look up to the sky without seeing pigeons or messenger beetles speeding through the air.
She beamed at Iulia's praise, before casting one more glance back over her shoulder at the Empress and that girl she seemed to favor. Who was that woman, anyways? What made her so special? Dixie was jealous, and more than a little annoyed...but now wasn't the time to talk to the Empress. Turning back to Iulia, she realized that she'd trailed behind and quickly jogged up to keep pace.
"A deliberate attack, you said? That's awful...who would do something like that? I thought everyone loved the Midnight Sun. And thank you...it's been quite a day."
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Feb 25, 2019 5:36:38 GMT -8
Dixie’s side eying of Kate does not go unnoticed. With pace deliberately slowed to allow Dixie time to catch up, Iulia greets the guardsman reading the messages. He salutes. “Investigator Iotapa. The Commissioner is on his way to the scene. He ought to be on the other side of the barrier as we speak. You are being relieved.” He holds the three small pieces of parchment out for Iulia to take. Iotapa,
En route to scene. Rpt to Ckpt D on Moloch St
Comm’r L-
The other pages are reports of further Guards and resources heading to The Midnight Sun. The Office of Surveillance has partnered with Gatekeeping and Control to monitor the perimeter carefully, with only four points allowing entrance or exit through the arcane barrier. As the ranking officer on the scene, Iulia had been in charge of all Office of Investigation activities since she arrived earlier that morning. As soon as she met with the Commissioner, he would assume control of the night shift. Relief slowly creeps through her joints. Iotapa thanks the guardsman and looks around for Jenkins, Highchurch, and Larimer. Together with Dixie, the five figures stand together near one of the still standing magical lanterns casting light over the growing darkness. Around the scene, mages begin casting up their own magical lights. A few torches flare to life as well, mingling their more natural glow with the thaumaturgical auras of magicks. Iulia takes a pull of water from a canteen, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand and offering the remaining liquid to Jenkins. They all pass the canteen back and forth, quenching their thirst as Iulia speaks. “The Commissioner is here to take over the scene from here, friends. We’ve done good work so far. In our last few minutes here, check over your reports. Make sure everything is in order before we hand it off to our relief officers. I know I won’t be sleeping well, if at all, tonight, but since we are still on duty we can’t exactly go to a pub. I’ll be heading back to The Square with Miss Starr here to see what the old cafeteria is serving before I dash out some paperwork. Feel free to join us if you’d rather not be alone.” What Iulia desperately wanted was a round in the ring. All day long her mind had been stewing over anger, frustration, boredom, and fear. She kept catching her fists balling up, knuckles white and tense, as she worked. Food first, then paperwork. She promised herself rest, eventually. “Make your last rounds quickly, then head to Checkpoint D. I’ll see you all around.” Turning to Dixie, Iulia gives a half smile. “Shall we?” The night closes in swiftly. The golden barrier swirls overhead, passively watching over the activities below. Parties of heavily armed guards push up and down every street and alleyway, knocking on doors and talking to every person they see. Statements taken, reports made, food and medical supplies administered. An air of steely tension permeates the air. No one wants to say too much or linger too long in one place, yet no one wants to be alone.
It isn’t safe, the city seems to whisper, it will happen again. No one is safe. [Exit to The Square] |
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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 Mar 6, 2019 13:02:10 GMT -8
After a bit more standing around and overseeing, The Empress decides that she’s done about as much as she can. Nudging Kate, Naoki inclines her head in the direction of the carriage, suggesting they depart. She isn’t sure how they’ll get through the barrier, but that isn’t a problem she needs to solve.
The pageboy is then dispatched to obtain some food. Sandwiches in the carriage isn’t quite the meal Naoki had in mind for today, but there’s not much to be done for it at this point.
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Emery Thatcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 19
Physical Description: Emery stands at about 5' even. His hair is short and shaggy and not kept very well. He has a fair face and striking violet eyes. He is usually wearing a shit eating grin. He is noticeably thin and pretty dirty.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears run down gear that would represent a thief or a bandit that looks as if it hasn't been washed in ages. He has a long rapier on his hip and a scimitar slung across his back. With that he has a thieves pack containing caltrops, smoke bombs, and a grappling hook.
Allegiances: money and booze and booze and money.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 17, 2019 21:34:37 GMT -8
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Post by Emery Thatcher on Jun 21, 2019 5:53:28 GMT -8
"Neva' change, doll." Emery spouted this with a wink to the gorgeous woman who brought him his drink. He took a much longer than polite look at her as she carried on to the rest of the patrons. His grin was always eating shit. As he decided he had his fill, he turned back to slam down his ale. He choked a bit as he was always one to put more back then he had the capability of doing. He put his feet up on the table while we he leaned his chair back and listened on to overload of conversation going on in the Sun, hacking up the rest of the noxious bile meets alcohol concoction and swallowing it down with a grimace.
It was a spitting image of the bastard, anyway. People who passed too close to the youthful thief would scowl at his distinct odor of clearly not washing or bathing. These scowls would carry on as he made horrendous noises from his throat indicating he was about to spit. He slammed his feet back to the ground and his head onto the table, raising his hand for the waitress to return to him. As she offered him a glass of water he laughed thunderously in her face. "Nah nah nah, that is not what I asked fo'. I asked you to refill this one more time so I can keep forgettin' who t'fuck I am." He brandished her a bit of extra coin. "Actually, will y'make it two, beautiful? That way I don' haffa keep botherin' ya." His eyes wandered again as the waitress turned away from him obviously annoyed. She came back swiftly to deliver his drinks without a word and moved away from the brutish man, as anyone would. He sipped on his beverages happily, slowly losing his eyesight to the nectar.
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Akuto
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 17
Physical Description: Thin and slight, Akuto's lithe frame belies surprising strength and agility. His finely-quafted hair always has some sort of grease in it, immaculately-crafted to hang over an eye that bears a horrible scar. He's always got a smug grin on his face, as if he knows nobody can best him at what he does.
Clothes and Equipment: Akuto wears woodsy clothes that assists in camoflaging his presence. However, these clothes are the finest leather available, stolen from true artisans. He wears nothing that could be easily damaged, but everything he does wear he keeps immaculately clean.
Allegiances: Ren, a young boy he met on the streets.
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever.
Registered: Jun 20, 2019 4:05:54 GMT -8
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Post by Akuto on Jun 21, 2019 6:05:31 GMT -8
Akuto sighed with annoyance. Somehow, he'd been seated right next to this asshole, and his meal was being ruined by the braggart's terrible manners and repugnant odor. Akuto had figured he'd be dealing with more "low-class" people than he'd been used to after being expelled from his homeland, but this was ridiculous!
"Isn't there any other table free in the entire bar?" He asked the serving wench who brought him his wine. The woman merely shook her head, gesturing around. It seemed Akuto had been the only person without the good sense not to sit so close to the man, and now there was a ring around where he was drinking, completely unoccupied save for the young thief, while every other seat in the bar was taken.
Well, only one thing for it. He hadn't wanted to cause trouble in the nicest establishment he'd been accepted at thus far, but this guy was simply too much. "Excuse me," he said, slamming his hand down on Emery's table, "would you mind finding somewhere in the corner? It would make this place a lot more bearable for everyone." How a man like this had decided that this would be the best place to wet his lips was beyond him.
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