Imud Habrau
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Imud has special deal, just for you, you know his shop, yes?
Roleplay posts: 8 
Age: 68
Physical Description: A frail looking, wiry man. What hair he once had has mostly retreated and what is left has lost any sembelance of the dark black color it once held. The now whittened hair stands in stark contrast to his dark skin, made darker still by the dust, coal, and smoke he works in day in and day out.
Clothes and Equipment: Imud wears the most humble of garments, little more than sacks, and the heavy gloves necessary to do his work. He also wears a bland pair of spectacles, necessary for both the protection they provide, as well as an aide to keep up the with the finer details of his work in his advancing age.
Registered: Apr 2, 2015 22:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Imud Habrau on Apr 2, 2015 23:22:52 GMT -8
![]()  Just off to the side of the Town Square there is a cramped alley, a rather unsuspecting, dingy one at that. One that would not normally invite curiosity. Ahhh, but appearances, they can be deceiving, yes? You see, in that dingy little alley there is hole in the wall which billows with black smoke day and night, inhabited by what you would assume to be a frail, haggard man with a complexion as dark as the sand he once called home. He is Habrau, Imud Habrau, and before he was exiled from his homeland he was known across the empire for his skills with fire and hammer. And that smoky hole in the wall is his shop, a simple peak through the hole will reveal all that he owns in life, the forge itself, mere feet from bed and a simple table and chair. There is no room for company or respite, this is a place of labor. If you have to ask how to find it, or what it will cost, then you have no business here my friend. But if you do have business here, you will find that the wares are beyond compare, Habrau will make for you only the best, and in return ask only that you provide the best to work with. Your pig iron and rust are not welcome here, bring to me the talon and tooth of fantastic beast, metals and gems long forgotten, and in time I will bring to you weapons and armor beyond compare! Because, you, are my friend, and I, am Imud Habrau, and this dingy hole is my smithy. |
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Imud Habrau
New
Imud has special deal, just for you, you know his shop, yes?
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 68
Physical Description: A frail looking, wiry man. What hair he once had has mostly retreated and what is left has lost any sembelance of the dark black color it once held. The now whittened hair stands in stark contrast to his dark skin, made darker still by the dust, coal, and smoke he works in day in and day out.
Clothes and Equipment: Imud wears the most humble of garments, little more than sacks, and the heavy gloves necessary to do his work. He also wears a bland pair of spectacles, necessary for both the protection they provide, as well as an aide to keep up the with the finer details of his work in his advancing age.
Registered: Apr 2, 2015 22:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Imud Habrau on Apr 3, 2015 0:13:00 GMT -8
"Daggers? No, nothing so crude as that" The old man said without so much as looking up. "What Imud makes" He paused "Are works of pure artistry!" He said springing to his feet, a movement more befitting a younger, much more spry man. "But, for you friend, Imud could fashion something I think yes. But what do you offer in return?"
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Imud Habrau
New
Imud has special deal, just for you, you know his shop, yes?
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 68
Physical Description: A frail looking, wiry man. What hair he once had has mostly retreated and what is left has lost any sembelance of the dark black color it once held. The now whittened hair stands in stark contrast to his dark skin, made darker still by the dust, coal, and smoke he works in day in and day out.
Clothes and Equipment: Imud wears the most humble of garments, little more than sacks, and the heavy gloves necessary to do his work. He also wears a bland pair of spectacles, necessary for both the protection they provide, as well as an aide to keep up the with the finer details of his work in his advancing age.
Registered: Apr 2, 2015 22:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Imud Habrau on Apr 3, 2015 0:36:22 GMT -8
Imud held out his old, shaking hand toward the gem. When it was dropped there he bounced it up and down a few times, then held it close to his left eye to inspect it. " This is a good start, yes. But a pretty rock does not a dagger make, yes?" He pondered for a second, walking about the shop with the stone bouncing back and forth from hand to hand. He stopped mid-step, one foot still off the ground, and turned to point the spiraled toe of the raised shoe toward Raven." Imud has idea." He shook the shoe rigorously toward the girl, the bell on the tip tinkling in rhythm to accentuate the intensity of the idea now forming. "This rock, is red, and conjures in Imud's head images of great heat, like a tiny dragon caught inside yes?" He leaned toward her expectantly "You do not have dead dragon laying about do you?"
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Imud Habrau
New
Imud has special deal, just for you, you know his shop, yes?
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 68
Physical Description: A frail looking, wiry man. What hair he once had has mostly retreated and what is left has lost any sembelance of the dark black color it once held. The now whittened hair stands in stark contrast to his dark skin, made darker still by the dust, coal, and smoke he works in day in and day out.
Clothes and Equipment: Imud wears the most humble of garments, little more than sacks, and the heavy gloves necessary to do his work. He also wears a bland pair of spectacles, necessary for both the protection they provide, as well as an aide to keep up the with the finer details of his work in his advancing age.
Registered: Apr 2, 2015 22:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Imud Habrau on Apr 3, 2015 0:50:03 GMT -8
"Imud thought not." He said with a frown, slightly disappointed "Has been a long while since Imud got to whittle dragon bone you know, no feather of phoenix then either yes?." He tossed the stone back and forth a few times, still thinking " Imud has more ideas, you will listen." That wasn't a question, the old man was hooked now and if he didn't get to work with dragon bone he was going to at least get his hands on something unique... and dead. "Imud is thinking, one of those little foreign foxes, one barb for every tail of the creature, or perhaps a salamander, a big one yes? Or flaming horse, with steel hoof for blade. This stone, it can serve many purposes, is not merely decoration, it can... store power, is right yes? Will work best with an element it resembles, you understand yes?"
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Imud Habrau
New
Imud has special deal, just for you, you know his shop, yes?
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 68
Physical Description: A frail looking, wiry man. What hair he once had has mostly retreated and what is left has lost any sembelance of the dark black color it once held. The now whittened hair stands in stark contrast to his dark skin, made darker still by the dust, coal, and smoke he works in day in and day out.
Clothes and Equipment: Imud wears the most humble of garments, little more than sacks, and the heavy gloves necessary to do his work. He also wears a bland pair of spectacles, necessary for both the protection they provide, as well as an aide to keep up the with the finer details of his work in his advancing age.
Registered: Apr 2, 2015 22:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Imud Habrau on Apr 3, 2015 1:18:58 GMT -8
The old man squinted, stopping mid motion again, and then slowly turned his head toward the apathetic girl standing in his doorway, he started stomping toward her arm extended waving an outstretched finger in an overly-exggerated arc " You...you...must learn respect for elders! Steel she says" He shook his hands in exasperation "Too much to ask! No, no is too little, you want steel, you go to beggar on corner, this is respectable establishment!" The man had obviously devolved into a full blown tantrum at this point, a mix of disheartened from the lack of exotic carcasses to work with and insulted from the implication that he would deign to work with such common materials. "Shoo, shoo Imud says, you would not be bothered to do whatever it is you do with mundane tools, neither does Imud!" He stomped as he finished to declare the finality, and then much more calmly continued " Imud will keep the rock for one who deserves it and as compensation for wasted time." And with that he tossed it into the forge.
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Imud Habrau
New
Imud has special deal, just for you, you know his shop, yes?
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 68
Physical Description: A frail looking, wiry man. What hair he once had has mostly retreated and what is left has lost any sembelance of the dark black color it once held. The now whittened hair stands in stark contrast to his dark skin, made darker still by the dust, coal, and smoke he works in day in and day out.
Clothes and Equipment: Imud wears the most humble of garments, little more than sacks, and the heavy gloves necessary to do his work. He also wears a bland pair of spectacles, necessary for both the protection they provide, as well as an aide to keep up the with the finer details of his work in his advancing age.
Registered: Apr 2, 2015 22:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Imud Habrau on Apr 3, 2015 1:35:08 GMT -8
Imud watched rather helplessly as the black-clad girl first grabbed up a handful of coins and then began to walk away. "You do not listen at all! You will learn respect for elders! Imud will teach you!" He yelled after her as he followed out into the alleyway, hobbling lopsidedly. "Disha!" He shouted back into the hole in the wall "Disha wake up you lazy..." He threw his cane at the forge, and as it clattered off, one could almost her the crack of lighting. Where before only smoke had existed there now stood a rather striking young girl, well most of one anyway, at her waist the woman trailed off into smoke. "Bring her back! Imud must teach her respect for one of age!" The smoky-tailed girl blinked several times then yawned. When Imud glared at her though she immediately clapped her hands twice, and sailed through the forge, out the doorway, and into the alley intending to grab whoever it was that had interrupted her nap by the scruff of the neck.  |
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Okami
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 22
Physical Description: Okami is a young lycanthrope thief. Thanks to his... profession and heritage he has a very respectable build, standing 5,9 feet and weighting around 68 kilograms. He has no prominent muscles whatsoever, sacrificing size for development.
Okami's skin is tanned, his eyes, dark brown, and his hair limp and black. It's long enough for him to tie it as a ponytail reaching few centimeters below the shoulders.
His face is clean, meaning there's no facial hair, he likes to keep it like that and shaves every time he seems a beard starting to come to life on his persona.
Clothes and Equipment: Okami wears leather clothing, which offers him basic protection. His leather is black with a few purple stripes dyed at the edges. The left sleeve is long whereas the right is non-existent, but he does not let this arm go nude though. On it he wears black leather bracer which protects his forearm. A black fabric hood, along a purple scarf which covers his mouth and nose help hide his identity. Lastly, black leather armor above gray pants are what protect his lower body.
When it comes down to equipment, Okami prefers to keep it down to the essentials. He wields two steel daggers, although he will use one for a more tactical style of fighting. He also keeps a few throwing knives along a portable bow and a supply of five arrows. A set of lock-picks and his already-mentioned leather armor.
Player's online availability : Most of the time...
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 14:52:20 GMT -8
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Post by Okami on Apr 19, 2015 14:06:21 GMT -8
Okami walked into a dull alley hoping to find any kind of blacksmith do the job; his daggers were starting to get dull and he had lost five of his throwing knifes in a fight against some guards. He stares at the figures in the alley, an elder yelling at something that seemed as a woman which had a tail. With his smell he felt the scent of another person not too far, which was inside of a small cloud of smoke. A fight seemed to be about to start since the attitude of all the three subjects. "Tch... Annoying" he thought as he decided to stop the offensive behavior shown by all parts of the conflict. Okami stepped into the middle of the almost-crown situation and said to the elder:
"Hey, are you the blacksmith?" his words were sharp and his gaze was killer, he then turned to the other side and stared at the girl trying to escape. "Yo, what's the matter?"
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Okami
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 22
Physical Description: Okami is a young lycanthrope thief. Thanks to his... profession and heritage he has a very respectable build, standing 5,9 feet and weighting around 68 kilograms. He has no prominent muscles whatsoever, sacrificing size for development.
Okami's skin is tanned, his eyes, dark brown, and his hair limp and black. It's long enough for him to tie it as a ponytail reaching few centimeters below the shoulders.
His face is clean, meaning there's no facial hair, he likes to keep it like that and shaves every time he seems a beard starting to come to life on his persona.
Clothes and Equipment: Okami wears leather clothing, which offers him basic protection. His leather is black with a few purple stripes dyed at the edges. The left sleeve is long whereas the right is non-existent, but he does not let this arm go nude though. On it he wears black leather bracer which protects his forearm. A black fabric hood, along a purple scarf which covers his mouth and nose help hide his identity. Lastly, black leather armor above gray pants are what protect his lower body.
When it comes down to equipment, Okami prefers to keep it down to the essentials. He wields two steel daggers, although he will use one for a more tactical style of fighting. He also keeps a few throwing knives along a portable bow and a supply of five arrows. A set of lock-picks and his already-mentioned leather armor.
Player's online availability : Most of the time...
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 14:52:20 GMT -8
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Post by Okami on Apr 19, 2015 19:51:52 GMT -8
((Uhm... I'll be on my way then; thanks for the info))
"Thanks for the warning"[/b] Okami decided to leave them and walk out of the alley.
((Also, your character is sorta like mine (style/class wise))
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410 
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Apr 30, 2015 6:11:24 GMT -8
<Enter from Stonevale Arena>
Jun had cleaned herself up from her encounter with Harlen and now searched for something to occupy her time, since at the moment Camilla didn't seem to need her. She had heard rumors of a new blacksmith shop which had opened in the area, and decided to check it out.
While she was walking there, she thought about Harlen and about her parents. Now that she was about to go off on an adventure, Jun started to realize how much she relied on magic. During her battle, Harlen would have attacked her with a sword, and if for some reason her magic had been disabled, she'd be helpless. It was for reasons like this Jun steered clear of the Arcane Inquisition. Although they seemed relatively benign, she didn't like the idea of being around people who could shut down her magic. (Although, being relatively powerful, Jun didn't know if in fact they could shut her down, but she definitely didn't want to find out).
Where did her parents fit into all this? Her mother, Ying-Na, was an extremely skilled archer. And her father, Raynor, knew his way around a warhammer.
Jun had no combat skills other than magic.
And for the first time, that irked her.
So, she decided to check out the blacksmith, to see what kinds of weapons she could find and if anyone was willing to teach her how to use them.
It was at this point that she would encounter a young, dark-skinned man with grey pants and a black shirt, about her height, and she noticed that he was armed with two small daggers.
She kind of liked daggers...
"Hey, you're a dagger user right? What would it take for you to give me some lessons on dagger fighting?"
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Okami
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 22
Physical Description: Okami is a young lycanthrope thief. Thanks to his... profession and heritage he has a very respectable build, standing 5,9 feet and weighting around 68 kilograms. He has no prominent muscles whatsoever, sacrificing size for development.
Okami's skin is tanned, his eyes, dark brown, and his hair limp and black. It's long enough for him to tie it as a ponytail reaching few centimeters below the shoulders.
His face is clean, meaning there's no facial hair, he likes to keep it like that and shaves every time he seems a beard starting to come to life on his persona.
Clothes and Equipment: Okami wears leather clothing, which offers him basic protection. His leather is black with a few purple stripes dyed at the edges. The left sleeve is long whereas the right is non-existent, but he does not let this arm go nude though. On it he wears black leather bracer which protects his forearm. A black fabric hood, along a purple scarf which covers his mouth and nose help hide his identity. Lastly, black leather armor above gray pants are what protect his lower body.
When it comes down to equipment, Okami prefers to keep it down to the essentials. He wields two steel daggers, although he will use one for a more tactical style of fighting. He also keeps a few throwing knives along a portable bow and a supply of five arrows. A set of lock-picks and his already-mentioned leather armor.
Player's online availability : Most of the time...
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 14:52:20 GMT -8
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Post by Okami on May 2, 2015 17:03:29 GMT -8
Okami heard a feminine voice next to him [Jun’s post] before turning around to see the one trying to communicate with him; he saw a young lady with a brown cloak and brown eyes. He stared directly into her pupil for a second as he analyzed the situation, this lady just asked him to teach her to wield daggers, but obviously this wouldn't be done for free, and less Okami, “free job” isn’t within his vocabulary. ”What an odd request… but guess I can do it, with the right payment…”[/i] the declaration made Okami a bit aware of the situation he almost forgot about because of the disorder and chaos in that alley, he had still five daggers missing and dull daggers, even though, those are better for training since the risk of getting hurt decreases.
”I can do so… but you must do something for me afterwards”[/b] Okami slightly nodded .
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on May 2, 2015 22:18:37 GMT -8
"... it's not sex is it?" Jun blinked and looked at Okami rather frankly, hoping to catch him off guard and perhaps manipulate him into being a decent fellow. "I mean I'm flattered but I'm not really into dangerous fellows." And rather abruptly he leaned into whisper "and I could probably get you a special discount at the local brothel-" then she pulled back. "And I could probably pay you well enough to take advantage of it."
(The people of Medan were relatively conservative compared to the Celadine Tribe, who didn't consider sex taboo, although boundaries and consent were considered sacred.)
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Jill
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 17
Physical Description: Dark brown hair and pigtails, small and faded blue tribal tattoo on her right upper arm.
Clothes and Equipment: Tribal gear of a deep purple hue, with lightly guarded forearms. Her belt hoists a small brown pack, a curled up whip, and two thin, ornate scimitars.
Player's online availability : Some during week days, and most nights 8pm+. Pacific time.
Registered: Apr 1, 2015 20:40:31 GMT -8
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Post by Jill on May 2, 2015 22:30:59 GMT -8
Just then, Jill comes walking in.
"Oh, hi Jun!" Seeming very cheery, she waved with a big smile, then looked to Okami.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on May 3, 2015 7:49:37 GMT -8
It was at this point that Jun realized something, and then smacked herself in the face...
JILL COULD USE DAGGERS TOO!
"Hi Jill!" He then turned towards Okami. "Well... this is awkward. See my friend here can use daggers too and could probably teach me for a small fee..." She looked towards Jill with a smile and then mentally smacked herself again for the ridiculous offer she had made Okami. "Umm so..."
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Okami
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 22
Physical Description: Okami is a young lycanthrope thief. Thanks to his... profession and heritage he has a very respectable build, standing 5,9 feet and weighting around 68 kilograms. He has no prominent muscles whatsoever, sacrificing size for development.
Okami's skin is tanned, his eyes, dark brown, and his hair limp and black. It's long enough for him to tie it as a ponytail reaching few centimeters below the shoulders.
His face is clean, meaning there's no facial hair, he likes to keep it like that and shaves every time he seems a beard starting to come to life on his persona.
Clothes and Equipment: Okami wears leather clothing, which offers him basic protection. His leather is black with a few purple stripes dyed at the edges. The left sleeve is long whereas the right is non-existent, but he does not let this arm go nude though. On it he wears black leather bracer which protects his forearm. A black fabric hood, along a purple scarf which covers his mouth and nose help hide his identity. Lastly, black leather armor above gray pants are what protect his lower body.
When it comes down to equipment, Okami prefers to keep it down to the essentials. He wields two steel daggers, although he will use one for a more tactical style of fighting. He also keeps a few throwing knives along a portable bow and a supply of five arrows. A set of lock-picks and his already-mentioned leather armor.
Player's online availability : Most of the time...
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 14:52:20 GMT -8
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Post by Okami on May 3, 2015 13:47:22 GMT -8
Okami kept himself serious and indifferent from Jun's comment (sex stuff)before gazing at the woman coming to the alley; after hearing Jun's new speech he decided that his help was not needed, but even though, he'll try to get something out of it.
"Good... Adios then"[/ color] he said as he walked out of the alley and "accidentally" bumping into the woman (Jill) in an atempt to take some coins from her pocket before she could realize.
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Jill
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 17
Physical Description: Dark brown hair and pigtails, small and faded blue tribal tattoo on her right upper arm.
Clothes and Equipment: Tribal gear of a deep purple hue, with lightly guarded forearms. Her belt hoists a small brown pack, a curled up whip, and two thin, ornate scimitars.
Player's online availability : Some during week days, and most nights 8pm+. Pacific time.
Registered: Apr 1, 2015 20:40:31 GMT -8
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Post by Jill on May 3, 2015 14:18:58 GMT -8
Okami had bumped into Jill, who let out a tiny "ah!" as she had been jostled and startled by what she assumed was an accident. "Sorry I was in your way," she said almost with instinct as he went outside, a small bell ringing against the cheap wooden door as it closed. Unfortunately Jill's plain tan outer robe that hid her tribal clothing was devoid of pockets, a single purple pouch upon her belt all there was to steal from--and it was tightly sealed.
"You want to learn how to use weapons? Martial arts and weapons acrobatics are are a part of my tribe's way of life. I could try to teach you some things," she went on to say cheerfully, but then explained, "but little knives probably aren't the best idea," her final sentence accompanying a slightly less happy-go-luck air.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on May 3, 2015 18:09:45 GMT -8
Jun... gulped... at "acrobatics". She wasn't in particularly bad shape. Far from it, by modern standards Jun would be considered quite fit. But she enjoyed her meals and preferred reading over jumping and running around.
"Oh really? Why not, and what do you recommend? Maybe we should go somewhere else to get started?"
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Jill
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 17
Physical Description: Dark brown hair and pigtails, small and faded blue tribal tattoo on her right upper arm.
Clothes and Equipment: Tribal gear of a deep purple hue, with lightly guarded forearms. Her belt hoists a small brown pack, a curled up whip, and two thin, ornate scimitars.
Player's online availability : Some during week days, and most nights 8pm+. Pacific time.
Registered: Apr 1, 2015 20:40:31 GMT -8
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Post by Jill on May 3, 2015 18:36:28 GMT -8
"Yeah...we probably want to try the new arena and there will probably be a place to practice," she said. Jill had never trained anyone in anything before, but seemed confident enough about the idea. If anything, it'd allow her to get to know one of her fellow travelers closer.
"You don't want knives because they're too small to really give you much leverage when you need it. Those are for really basic defense. While we're here, you might want to get yourself something a little more robust..like a sword."
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on May 3, 2015 19:48:39 GMT -8
Silas noticed a black smith hammer on a broken sign. The man had reached the ally and entered still walking quite fast. He was quite tall, 6'7" perhaps, and Silas almost had to run to keep up. Finally in a narrow alley way the one-eyed mountain of a man, swerved around a man quite gracefully around a small black eyed guy with a black pony tail. Silas was forced to shoulder past him.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on May 3, 2015 21:35:05 GMT -8
"Well, let's check out the blacksmith shop." Jun waved off Okami (feeling surprisingly guilty about not telling him how to get that discount... let's just say royal guards have their methods) and they traveled the alleyway into the actual store, which appeared decrepit and disorderly. As soon as they stepped in, they were overwhelmed by the smell of liquid metal and strange tonics scattered all over the place. The furnace was still warm, although the owner was nowhere to be found (Jun wasn't aware of the confrontation with Raven). Jun kept doing back-takes at Jill, ostensibly to make sure she was safe and gather her impressions on the place, but also to make sure she didn't steal anything, for even Jun was tempted by what they suddenly perceived to be a wealth of magical materials, including gems, hairs of extremely rare creatures, and rare metals and alloys. There was also an assortment of strange and and intricately designed weapons. Most of them had labels on them, so Jun assumed they had been commissioned by the owner's patrons. However, there were a few that were only marked with prices... most of which were obscenely high, though the quality of the weapons was undeniable. "Creator above these are amazing..." Jun wished she had brought more gold with her, but she figured there was no harm in writing a royal account promissory note (as long as it wasn't too high) to cover the difference (not that different from a modern day check). After she and Jill looked around some more, Jun's eyes settled on a strange little piece sitting on a work-bench in the corner. It wasn't a bladed weapon, but rather a type of club. She'd never seen such a weapon before. It was a long, hard paddle of wood with obsidian-looking bits sharpened and cleverly inserted into the frame. The paddle-like weapon looked like a saw with teeth on both sides.  There was a journal with notes next to it. Jun decided to pick up the journal and skim through it. Unfortunately it was written in a language she did not understand. However, the diagrams revealed that a weapon like this suffered the weakness of being incredibly brittle and unable to withstand the blows of swords. But it was such a beautiful and elegant design that Jun surmised whoever commissioned this weapon must have desperately wanted it to be viable in combat, and that the only way to do so was to construct it of legendary materials... ... a request which Imud apparently obliged. Where ever this wood came from, it was solid and heavy, and had some sort of natural varnish to it. And although the stones looked like obsidian at first glance, Jun noticed they had an unnatural lack of luster or shine. It did have a purplish hue, and gave off an invisible aura, warm and rather comfortable and resonating in her presence. "Dark magic energy...?" Jun, going off a hunch, raised her hand to the paddle and released a light flame to it. Seeing no visible effect, she intensified the flames. Still nothing. "Fire proof wood?" Jun went back to the journal and flipped through the pages until she saw some symbols she recognized. Indeed, the weapon seemed to resonate with dark and fire elements. These materials, whatever they were, were definitely special. And Jun felt inexplicably comfortable with its design as she picked up the weapon. To her surprise, there was a faint glow at the weapon's based, a sort of small blue spark which made the rest of the club feel almost physically pleasurable to hold. On the last page of the journal entries, Jun saw what the creator had intended to name the weapon, and a brief description.
"Sword Breaker, Redeemer of Primitive Weapons. The perfect weapon for warriors who wish to catch the wealthy weapon-elitists off guard. You may be mocked at first, but rest assured when the battle's over, there will be one less sword in the world! This is one club you can bring to a sword fight! Haha!"The proposed asking price was a considerable chunk of her savings... but something told Jun she needed to have this weapon. She decided that since the item was never formally put on sale, maybe she could get away with low-balling it. That's when she noticed one more detail. In the schematics of Imud's journal there was a little section which had not been check-marked. It seemed like some kind of vile was intended to be placed at the end of the weapon, right where the blue spark appeared when Jun held the club. Jun looked around and saw a list written in the common language of Medan. There were material names that were crossed out. "Volcanic Quebracho Tree Trunk, with sap? Fulgrite obsidian made by lightning dragon?! What the heck..." These materials were once-in-a-lifetime rare and must have been very hard to obtain, to the point where Jun felt guilty about taking the weapon for herself. But the draw of the weapon was so strong she knew she had to have it. Jun seriously, seriously considered stealing it. She looked at the last item, and decided this must have been what ended the quest of the original commissioner of the weapon. "Blood of red dragon, or mix of fire and dark mage blood." Sure enough, there was something else written on the back of the note in a different handwriting. "My friend died because of this stupid list. F**k you and keep your project."... Jun immediately wrote a royal promissory note for half the price of the weapon, seeing as it was technically incomplete, left it on the table, and took the club for herself. She called back to Jill. "Jill, I don't care how much I have to pay you. You WILL teach me how to use this weapon. It can't be that different from a sword." That last ingredient wasn't going to be necessary. Jun herself would serve as the power-source of the weapon. |
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on May 3, 2015 21:45:18 GMT -8
Walking further down the alley the big bruiser in front almost mowed over a young women and girl coming out of a shop. "Sorry he said as he passed." Smiling at the lady.
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