Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196 
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Apr 24, 2016 16:58:26 GMT -8
The song ended, and people applauded, causing Morrigan to smile widely and blow a kiss to the crowd. "Je vous remercie, mes chéris. Please, enjoy the music, keep dancing." The small orchestra resumed playing as the Fae woman moved backstage, reappearing a few minutes later on the main floor. She spotted Zaræn almost immediately, and a surprised expression appeared on her face, followed swiftly by a sultry smile. Crossing the floor toward him, once she was close enough to be heard easily, she spoke. "Well, this is a delightful surprise. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company this evening, Zaræn?" Tilting her head, that pink hue immediately began to spread downward from her scalp as she eyed her most recent lover.
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234 
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Apr 24, 2016 17:13:16 GMT -8
"Observing the fruits of my labors mon-cher!"
Zaræn raises his almost drained glass then down the remainder. He sets it on a random table and throws Morrigan a grin. It is his usually charming grin, though there is a hint of something new. In his grin and in his eyes, there is the gleam of curiosity. The beautiful club owner had demonstrated she had depths he hadn't been able to see right away. It was rare that Zaræn met someone who impressed him to such an extent. He then holds up the bottle of liqueur flashing the label. The scarlet special number two.
"Also bringing the next part of my deal. Oh and let us not forget listening to the most talented singer I have heard in a while. Honestly I think it would be odder if I were not here, n-est ce pas?"
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Apr 24, 2016 17:31:08 GMT -8
His response drew a laugh from the Fae woman, although she found herself puzzling over the unexpected curiosity visible in his demeanor. However, all considerations of Zaræn's curiosity, such as what it was aimed toward and what had inspired it, were forgotten when he produced the bottle, and Morrigan's violet eyes rounded in surprised pleasure. "Oh, wonderful! I can't wait to try this." As he spoke on why he was there specifically, she gestured idly, and a perfectly spherical crystal appeared on her upturned fingertips. She tossed it at a nearby table, and when it shattered in a shower of silver dust, it left two tumblers in its wake, clearly meant for the contents of the bottle he held.
"Ahh, so you arrived in time to hear me singing, hm? It's always a great pleasure to know that my hobby is appreciated by those around me. Thank you for the compliment, and for the drink.. which I do hope you'll join me in tasting, hm?" She grabbed the two glasses and held them up toward him with an arched brow, her lips curved into a smile that was just shy of being a smirk. She was secretly thrilled that he liked the sound of her voice, but she thought she hid it well.
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Apr 24, 2016 17:57:16 GMT -8
Morrigan's magic was certainly interesting. Storing a spell in glass then shattering it to get an effect. It warranted investigation. Zaræn flips the bottle in his hands and pops the top with his thumb. He pours a measure into each tumbler and takes one from her hands. He offers her his glass for a toast, before he down the drink. It is another fruity drink, this one more tropical in nature. A blend of strawberry, kiwi, and a citrus fruit. Singing was just a hobby to her? Now that made him even more curious. What did she do seriously? Or was she like him doing so many things so well without settling on one.
"No need to thank me for the compliment mon-cher. I am sure you've heard it before. After all even if it is complimentary it is simply the truth."
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Apr 24, 2016 18:47:19 GMT -8
With the glasses filled, Morrigan happily tapped her own to Zaræn's in a small toast, then raised the drink to her lips. Sipping at it, her eyes widened, and she then drew it back to look at the liquid in an appraising manner. Such a blend of flavors! "This is absolutely marvelous! I applaud you on your obvious gift for making delicious beverages, my good sir." Sipping again at the liquid, she looked at Zaræn and arched a brow at his words, then lowered the glass with a soft laugh.
"Well, there are compliments, there is truth, and then there is the oh-so-pleasurable stroking of one's ego by their lover. Speaking of, were you intending to.. wager.. on the price of supplying this delicious drink to me again, Zaræn?" She arched a brow at him, her gaze gleaming with a mixture of mischief and desire. She had very much enjoyed losing to him last time, and was looking forward to doing so again. Or perhaps... "As fun as it was losing to you, maybe we could skip the game this time and get straight to reaping the rewards." She absently licked her lips, then bit the lower one as excitement zipped through her at the prospect.
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Apr 24, 2016 18:57:24 GMT -8
"Thank you for the compliment. It is always a pleasure to know my hobby is appreciated by those around me."
Zaræn returns Morrigan's response when she compliments his new brew. He gives her a teasing little smile and takes another sip. Two sweet liqueurs the next one would have to be something different. He had chosen strawberries and cherries because they were red, matching the theme. Perhaps the next one would match the theme if the clubs spirit rather than it's color. Her words get him to arch an eyebrow. Coy yet blunt, what a marvelous combination. He had been hopping for another kind of show, but on the other hand...
"Well you did say you wanted to show me your boudoir mon-cher. I will take that as sufficient payment for a discount. Lead the way."
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Apr 24, 2016 19:12:48 GMT -8
Full lips curved into a smile, and she breathed a soft, husky laugh at his response. How delicious, him turning her own words back upon her. She tilted her glass toward him in a silent salute of appreciation for his wit, then she sipped at the liquid therein again. It was clear from the expression that flitted across her face moments later that Morrigan hadn't expected Zaræn to agree so readily, even if she'd been hoping for it. Still, she wasn't about to say no to a good thing, so she finished off the remains of her drink and set the empty glass on the table. "Mm, well then, who am I to say no to such a good bargain? This way, darling."
Flashing him a playful wink, Morrigan turned away and led him toward the back of the room. Tucked into a small alcove was a set of wrought iron spiral steps that led upward. She was exceptionally careful not to touch the metal with her bare skin as she started upward, rather holding her skirts out of the way with both hands as she ascended. When they reached the top, presented by a door, she extended one slender hand, grabbed the crystal doorknob, and twisted it, pushing it open. She then led him into the minuscule top level of the club, which was her office, gesturing idly to the door behind her. "If you wouldn't mind closing that behind you. Thank you. And do watch your step, hm?" Wait, what?
All would soon be clear as Morrigan led him over to a wall-mounted mirror, which didn't reflect the room before it. She easily stepped through, and beckoned for him to follow.
<Exit to The Fae House>
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Apr 24, 2016 19:22:40 GMT -8
Zaræn stayed a few steps behind Morrigan as he tailed her. It have him an excellent vantage point to admire the view. A view well worth admiring as anyone with eyes could attest to. He does note that she avoids touching iron. Not surprising given her Fae heritage, though he wonders why she has it in the club at all. He steps through the portal without hesitation closing the door behind him. Perhaps he shouldn't be so trusting. There were all kinds of nasty stories about Fae woman and what they did to men. Still something were worth the risk.
<Exit to The Fae House.>
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Apr 26, 2016 7:15:11 GMT -8
<Two Months Later.>
Quite a long time passed as Zaræn avoided Morrigan just as she avoided him. The shipments of liqueur didn't stop, neither did the influx of new customers. Zaræn did not return though, and if she did break down and try and see him he was never around.
Then on a morning like any other a runner came with two parcels. One a bottle of liqueur the other a note. The liqueur was nothing special a simple spiced rum. Enjoyable but nothing like the other two, it bore a label The Scarlet Special Number Three? The note that came with it was written in Zaraen's hand. It begins with mon-cher.
"I believe I owed you three bottle of unique liqueur. This is my first attempt at number three. I find it a bit dull, a bit run of the mill, but it is safe reliable and should serve well. I think if you do not want to push boundaries it is what you should serve."
There is a break in the letter. A few faint impressions of the pen, as though it took him sometime to figure out his next words.
"I have another liqueur that might work. It is more bold, experimental, pushing into new territories. It is a flavor not for everyone, perhaps a bit of an acquired taste. If you wish to sample it, see if it's a better fit come to my bar."
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Apr 26, 2016 10:29:46 GMT -8
Two long months. Morrigan hadn't caved and tried to see him; she'd stayed away from his tavern, and even from that part of the city. But she'd lost count of how many times she'd sat down, pen in hand, to write a letter to Zaræn. She hadn't, of course. But she'd started it, several times, and it was the opening, 'Dear Zaræn' that stopped her. She had no business calling him 'dear', in any language or context. And so she would always ball the parchment up and hurl it into the fire, then slouch back in her chair and.. mope. She had finally come to accept it: Their delightful fling was over and done with, and she was never going to see him again. It was for the best.
Imagine her surprise when she received a bottle of liquor and a note. The note was studiously avoided, but the bottle.. after dismissing her manager and sitting down at her desk, she plucked a tumbler from the drinks cabinet and poured a two fingers of the alcohol into it, then took a sip. And her lips twisted. This.. was not up to par. It was passable - good, even. But nothing like the other two, and not excellent enough to take pride of place with them. As she put the glass down beside the bottle, she eyed the note that she was now twirling in her fingers. Did she dare..? She couldn't not open it; perhaps there was an explanation for this sub-par bottle of product.
And so Morrigan read the note. And then read it again. And then read it a third time. He was.. hm. She closed the note and tapped it against her desk, staring blankly at the far wall. He was inviting her to his bar, ostensibly to sample liquor. After two months of no contact, not even a glimpse of him in the streets, and suddenly, a note. One that she could see hadn't been easy for him to write. A keen eye caught the break in his writing where he seemed to struggle with his words. After several long minutes of deliberation, she decided that she would go. Not because she was hopeful, or because she missed him, but because she was curious about this liquor. Yes. That was certainly the only reason. Summoning a crystal and dropping it at her feet, she vanished in a puff of silvery dust.
<Exit to the Forge Fire Tavern>
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Apr 29, 2016 11:24:15 GMT -8
It was two days since their last tryst. Zaræn found himself actually eager to see Morrigan again. Part of him had thought that he would talk himself out of this choice. Instead he had been eagerly waiting for each day to end, as it brought him closer to this date. As he slips into the lounge he checks the bouquet he has brought. Passion flowers, lilacs, and red tulips. There was a combination he'd never thought he'd use. Once inside he cocks his ear. If he hears her voice singing he will immediately head for the second floor. Otherwise he will head to the bar.
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Apr 29, 2016 11:44:52 GMT -8
Zaræn would indeed find that his woman was singing - or about to start, anyway. People were clustered about on the second floor, listening and watching as she began to sing, with couples thronging the dance floor, swaying as they were pressed close together. The Fae woman herself wore a dress of dark violet with full skirts that hung off her shoulders, her hair tumbling freely about her body and threaded with a purple not quite as deep as her dress, but close.
When the song ended, Morrigan bowed to considerable applause, and blew a kiss to her patrons as she straightened, her usual habit. Then she left the stage, disappearing as the small orchestra began to play music once more. She reappeared on the main floor a few moments later, and was accosted by admirers. Having not seen Zaræn yet, she paused to chat with the cluster of people around her.. although judging by the strained smile that appeared as she spoke to a few of the men, she was having to fend off some romantic advances. She understood their interest, it just wasn't reciprocated.
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Apr 29, 2016 12:17:54 GMT -8
Zaræn eyes the crowd speculatively. How should he proceed? Should he just call out to her or should he try something else. What kind of debate was this of course he was going to do something else. Where was the fun in life if you didn't do things the hard way. With a bit of difficulty he snakes his way into the crowd. Then partially hiding his face behind the shoulders of another man, he pushes the flowers forward. Once Morrigan see them but not his face he says over the voices.
"Flowers from an admirer Madame Da Silverlain."
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Apr 29, 2016 12:23:59 GMT -8
Zaræn approached just in time to hear her telling a particularly persistent fellow to politely shove off. "I'm flattered, monsieur, but I'm seeing someone, rather seriously." The man didn't seem to want to take that as an answer and attempted to slide his arm around Morrigan's waist. She was seconds from doing violence when those flowers were suddenly thrust her way, and stifled a growl. Then she heard his voice, and a wide smile appeared. Her fingers curled around the flowers, and she purposefully brushed his hand with her fingertips.
"Truly? How lovely. Hmm, I do so wish this admirer were present, I'd love to reward him with a kiss for such a sweet gesture." Her eyes sparkled mirthfully as she grasped his hand long enough to give it a playful tug, trying to get him to come out of his hiding spot for that promised kiss. Nothing would scare these men off quite like seeing her kiss her lover, or so she assumed. Such open displays were as good as marking one's territory.
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Apr 29, 2016 12:58:35 GMT -8
Zaræn allowed himself to be pulled out of the crowd. He give a cheerful grin to the persistent man as he wraps an arm around Morrigan's waist. The persistent man blanches, the bartender was well known in Travere and he had a reputation. There were still stories about what happened the last time someone caused trouble in his bar. It was more than likely that the man would take the hint and go. Not that Zaræn cared one way or the other he had better things to do. Such as Morrigan. Pulling his song bird in close he gives her a deep passionate kiss, that last a little too long to be entirely appropriate. When the kiss breaks he grins and says with a teasing lilt.
"Kissing random admirers amour? Won't that put out whoever you are seeing, how did you put it? Rather seriously?"
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Apr 29, 2016 13:13:39 GMT -8
When Zaræn emerged at her tugging, Morrigan lit up with a beaming grin as yellow and violet swirled through her hair, and she leaned into him as she raised the flowers to her face, sniffing at them delicately. Ah, such an enchanting aroma! He was given a fond look, just in time for her to get reeled in and kissed. Quite thoroughly, at that. Which caused passionate pink to swirl through her hair with the other two hues. By the time he broke the kiss, she was flushed and looking at him like she wanted to jump him right there. She didn't, obviously, especially because she was soon laughing at his response.
"If you were a random admirer, that might be a problem, but luckily for us both, you're the only admirer I intend to kiss." Her tone was teasing, but it was clear to the men clustered around who the person she was seeing seriously was, and Zaræn's reputation preceded him. Which became no more obvious than when they began making excuses and bowing away, a fact which made her chuckle wickedly. "Your timing is excellent, darling. I was moments away from flinging spells." Then her gaze softened, and she lowered her voice. "Thank you for the flowers. They're beautiful."
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Apr 29, 2016 13:37:36 GMT -8
"So I am this mysterious someone? Lucky me, nest-ce pas?"
Plucking a red tulip from the bouquet Zarænthreads it through the hair near her ear. He thinks it goes well with the mahogany and violet of her hair. In the language of flowers the red tulip was a declaration of love. Used to announce new love to the world. It was the first time he had purchased the flower. He chuckles at her declaration of her intent to fling spells.
"You are welcome amour. Now I do believe I was promised dinner. It is important I do not miss meals, I need to keep my strength up. The lady in my life is quite demanding."
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Apr 29, 2016 13:50:35 GMT -8
"Lucky both of us, I would say." The meaning of the flowers he'd given her was apparently lost on Morrigan, although she definitely appreciated the gesture. More of that violet threaded through her hair, slowly pushing the yellow down to random strands, when he tucked that tulip into the free-falling mass. His words made her laugh, however, and she grinned up at him. "But of course, we wouldn't want you getting in trouble with your lady-love, now would we? Come."
Taking his hand, she led him toward the stairs to her office again. As they ascended the spiral steps and moved into her office, she cast a thoughtful look over her shoulder at him, but paused only briefly before the mirror. "You know, there's something I've been meaning to ask you, but... Well, it can wait until we're somewhere more private, non?" With that, she stepped through the mirror and into her home, leading him along with a playful gleam in her gaze.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Jun 12, 2016 16:16:34 GMT -8
The sun had just begun to set when Len arrived, walking briskly up the street to the elegant building. Some of her blonde hair was twisted and pinned back although much of it was left to fall loosely around her upper body, and the blue rose Duke Nicolas Soult had given her earlier that day was nestled amidst the golden strands, settled just above and slightly behind her left ear. She wore a grey cloak, one made of light fabric, that was there mostly to hide her dress from view. She wanted to see the look on his face when he saw it. Moving into the foyer, she looked around anxiously with grey eyes, wondering if Nicolas had already arrived. The place certainly was sumptuous.. and this was just the entryway! She couldn't wait to see the rest. Her pointed ears flicked as she heard music coming from down the hallway to her left, but no singing; apparently Morrigan wasn't performing, at the moment. Trying to silence her nerves, she moved and sat on the plush scarlet seat nearby, and.. waited, hands clasped in her lap.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jun 12, 2016 17:54:36 GMT -8
Lord Soult walked into the establishment just as the sun was midway past the horizon. The small puppy was left behind at the Tavern, being cared for by the innkeeper and his excitable daughters. One of his knights was surprisingly in the tavern, although judging by the way he was holding his head, he had taken a nasty spill down some steps.
He was wearing the standard "state" outfit for the fief of Arcoux. A uniform of sorts, it was designed to be worn during official functions, but he had yet to wear it for one, the fief having had little to do with the other lands lately. It was a simple garment, not flashy, but well-tailored. The color would look black in the dim light of the setting sun, but was actually a very deep, midnight blue, outlined in a silver trim, with the crest of Arcoux embroidered with silver thread on the chest. He wore very plain, well-tailored black pants to go with the shirt. A midnight blue cloak rounded out his choice of clothing, the back of it also having the Arcoux crest on it.
He was not quite sure what to make of the establishment. It was certainly an upscale location, way more refined than he had been expecting, but it was a pleasant surprise. The decoration is not what he would have chosen...but that was coming from a man who had no decorations in his Keep at all, save for those that his staff had put up without his knowledge. His eyes took all this in...and then he saw her, sitting there like a queen on a plush seat. He smiled wide as his eyes caught on to hers, and approached her with a gleam in his eyes.
"It is absolutely wonderful to see you again Eleniel. You look beautiful. As strange as it may seem, I missed you during the brief time we were apart."
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