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 Aug 6, 2019 19:34:17 GMT -8
"My strength fades, enchantress." He spoke whispy words but his smile did not fade. However it was clear that he was beginning to falter in his movements due to his lack of complete control over Emery. His time spent as the boy was short and nowhere near where it should be. She offered something Ziahael would have to be a fool to reject. He fell to his knees with his devilish grin and eyes still peering towards her.
"If your words hold weight, then I dare you to prove that to me. A lovely face and a seductive voice do little to earn the trust of I, but as I fade from consciousness he will return to himself whether I will it or not. Show me o' weaver of toxin what worth you have as an ally, show me that this boy can be made subservient and porcelain for my essence to consume. I look forward to the next time I see you. Such terror and such beauty. Do not let me down."
As Ziahael rang out his decision to her offer, Emery's body collpased to the ground and all feeling of the demon vanished as the wind does. Emery's mind was again in tact and his body stable as he laid unconscious before Belladonna.
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Belladonna, The Poison Witch
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 150(ish), However looks to be in her 30s
Physical Description: Stands at 5ft10. Belladonna has waist length, pin straight black hair that is cut evenly, and low blunt bangs help frame her heart shaped face. She has a cream colored skin tone made natural by a rosiness in her cheeks. Her eyes are silvery with a hint of blue in them. Her lips are painted a dark red. Her nails are kept a bit long and groomed into rounded pointed tips and painted a similar color as her lips.
Clothes and Equipment: Belladonna's clothing is subject to change, but she holds a preference for dark moody colors. Fir green, Burgundy, Merlot, dark purples and of course black all fit into her usual color scheme. She dresses conservatively, nearly always wearing long loose sleeves and a high collar. All dress skirts are ankle length, unless she chooses to wear pants (Usually during travel). Her most common item is her black hooded cape with the lunar cycle embroidered on it.
In terms of equipment, Belladonna travels light. An old, twisted willow wood staff cradling a crystal ball is generally used as a walking stick, though it also carries magical properties. On her waist, she wears a Utility belt. The right side, a pocket book hangs, while on the left, vials of potions are at the ready. (1 accelerated healing, 1 poison vial, 1 rejuvenating potion). the belt also has an empty pouch where ingredients may be stored when found and cultivated.
Player's online availability : Daily
Registered: Oct 26, 2017 19:04:36 GMT -8
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Post by Belladonna, The Poison Witch on Aug 8, 2019 10:21:51 GMT -8
"Subservient... This lad?" The witch chuckled as she knelt down on one knee in front of the unconscious young man. "I suppose I should take this difficulty as a form of flattery. Well then... Up up you go. You'll be kept safer in my shop." She spoke to him as if he could hear her in his state, though as her hand waved, a dusting of magic particles rained down on the man.
"Like a dreaming feather, you challenge might
With heavy eyes make your body light."
the incantation served to make the man far easier to pick up off the ground. She waited for the effect to take place before her staff would take it role in levitating off the ground. Belladonna cradled the man in her arms much like a child and sat down on her flying staff. "Go on. you know where home is." she urged her own magical implement. It would then proceed to take off towards the skies once again. The winds would finally die down, now that the witch's scorn had been dealt with.
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