Okamoto Jou
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 138 
Age: 25
Physical Description: Jou is a little over 5'7, with a lean wiry figure. His features are sharp and angular. His grey eyes are fierce and narrow. His white hair mid length and straight. He has a scar across his right eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight chain vest, molted navy blue stealth gear, peasant traveling clothes, steel wakizashi, Kusarigama, shuriken, caltrops, blow pipe and poison darts, grappling hook and rope, and various other traveling gear.
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Registered: Mar 17, 2016 12:30:55 GMT -8
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Post by Okamoto Jou on May 7, 2016 22:15:12 GMT -8
"Hai Nishida-Sama."
Duty certainly had a way of interfering with their discussion time. Still they had been given a few hours and Jou intended to use them. He strolls out of the tent with Kasumi. The moment they are out of sight of their lordm he takes her hand. He all but drags her to their tent and within second he has her pressed to the ground. Tugging down her face mask he kisses her tenderly and then says with a grin.
"You heard our lord, let us 'rest up' I've been waiting to do so since last night."
Apparently they had a new word for this particular activity.
<Fade to Black.>
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Kasumi Okamoto
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 160 
Age: 23
Physical Description: As most women of Katashima are, Kasumi is not terribly tall, and stands at an unimpressive 5'4". She has skin that is considered of average coloration for her people, slightly darker than that of non-Katashimans, and is of a slender build, with delicate features. Her eyes are almond-shaped, and are brown, although the exact hue changes with her emotions, ranging from dark to light and often flecked or streaked with gold; her hair, though often kept up and out of her way, falls to just past her shoulders, and is a sleek, glossy black. Though she appears weak and not at all like one would expect a combatant to be, she is muscular enough to do her job, and do it well.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Kasumi wears an outfit that is both comfortable and easy to move in. This consists of a sleeveless, midriff-baring black shirt that gapes open at the sides, revealing the bandages wound around her bosom, on her top half; around her neck rests a loose drape of black cloth that can be pulled up to obscure the lower portion of her face. On her lower half she wears a pair of loose black pants that come to just below her knees, with slits at the hips, and held up by a belt, at the back of which are the sheaths that hold her two tanto, her favored weapons. Rounding off the ensemble is a pair of black sandals, the straps of which wrap up her calves to tie just below the bottom of her pants, and a set of fingerless gloves that stretch up to above her elbow, on top of which she wears sturdy steel gauntlets. Aside from the obvious pair of swords, she also keeps a number of shuriken and kunai in her belt pouches, along with small glass spheres filled with various poisonous substances.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 16, 2016 20:17:37 GMT -8
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Post by Kasumi Okamoto on May 7, 2016 22:23:11 GMT -8
"Hai, Nishida-sama." She bowed to their lord, then turned and left the tent with Jou. Just as she was about to suggest they find Ketsueki and let her know about the plan, he was grabbing her hand, and Kasumi couldn't help but chuckle. Seems he had a plan in mind. As she was very definitely not dragged to their tent, they passed Ketsueki, and she called out to the other kunoichi. "Akiyama-san, you should go rest up. Nishida-sama has decided we will infiltrate the town tonight and gather information. We will come for you once dark has fully set in."
Then she was being pulled into the tent and pushed to the ground. Grinning up at Jou as he pulled down her facial covering, she couldn't help but laugh, a sound that was muffled by his kiss. When he drew back, she arched a brow at him, and smirked. "Ah yes, we must get plenty of rest. Would not want to be unprepared for the mission tonight." Then she pulled him down and kissed him again. Sleep could wait.
<Fade to black>
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Béliar
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Physical Description: In the mortal world Béliar takes the form of a pale-skinned demon looking creature. He stands at whatever height he deems appropriate, but tends to keep it at a respectable 6'1.
His body is muscled and resembles that of a normal man, apart for his head and hands. His hands are larger and his fingernails sharper, thicker than that of an average man.
His head has quite brutish and strong facial structure, a thick jaw and brow-ridge sculpts his otherwise quite masculine face in a manner that could be compared to that of an orc. His features are otherwise fair and could even be considered beautiful if one were to ignore the other factors that make him the fiend that he is.
His eyes are black as coal, unless one were to encounter him at nighttime, where they'd shimmer with a faint red glow.
Atop his thick skull are two massive horns that almost stretch two times the length of his head, making him hard to miss.
He is armored in greaves, vambraces and a single spaulder strapped across his chest, connecting to the centerpiece that guards his belly and lower back. His armor is gilded and quite expensive looking, although bearing noticeable signs of battle.
Béliar carries no apparent arms, he does however tend to conjure up a wide variety of weaponry when he finds himself in need.
Registered: Mar 27, 2016 17:17:30 GMT -8
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Post by Béliar on May 8, 2016 0:49:19 GMT -8
The sun had just begun setting, a dark ruby glow spreading in the horizon. The sky was beautiful this time of day, especially in contrast with the delightful green terrain. Béliar was standing outside the encampment, his hands behind his back. This time of day his eyes would display a faint glimmer, much like an animal at night, a reflection of sorts. Béliar started walking towards the encampment, a few men catching a glimpse of his figure in the outer reaches of the place where logs were being prepared for walls. One man had run off back towards the heart of the camp, presumably to deliver the news that a horned man had made his presence known.
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The Watcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 41
Physical Description: A seven feet tall suit of armor, animated to move and behave almost human. The void between the individual pieces of armor testifies to the fact that there is indeed nothing holding the armor in place. There is but thin air behind the dark slits in its helmet.
A massive long sword dangles from the waist of The Watcher, engraved with numbers. In its hand is a staff which appears to be made of metal.
Registered: Mar 22, 2016 3:47:31 GMT -8
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Post by The Watcher on May 8, 2016 0:52:01 GMT -8
"Nishida-sama! A demon lurks on the outskirts of the encampment!" The voice of a guard sounded as a man seemingly out of breath rushed into the commander's tent.
The Watcher nodded at him. "My master is here. What would your preferred way of holding this meeting be, my lord?" The Watcher inquired. Perhaps Nishida wanted protection or some sort councillors with him. |
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Dimitri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Age: 32
Physical Description: Human Form
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 246lbs
Hair: Azure Black
Eyes: Bright Red
Wolf Form
Height: 4'5"
Weight: 246lbs
Fur: Azure Black
Eyes: Bright Red
Hybrid
Height: 6'3"
Weight 260lbs
Fur: Azure Black
Eyes: Bright Red
Clothes and Equipment: Has an assortment of clothes within his packs. Some meant for travel in the freezing arctic of his homelands, while others are far lighter and meant for days spent in tropical climates.
Amor: Unspectacular Full Plate Armor. No Enchantments or special material. Redesigned helmet to look like his wolves head.
Weapon: Adamantine Halberd. Material allows the weapon to ignore physical damage resistances of a target. No Enchantments.
A silver dagger, use unknown.
Accessories: Ring of Four Winds. Allows a fast cast of feather fall upon oneself, 4 times daily.
Bracelet of Enduring Soul. Prevents moderate damage from Ice and Fire based spells and abilities.
Ring of Truesight: Able to see creatures using illusion to hide their real forms as well as invisible creatures.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 17:32:15 GMT -8
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Post by Dimitri on May 8, 2016 7:14:33 GMT -8
Dimitri does look back at Akiyama when she unwraps her wrist wound. Seemed she had some regenerative properties of her own. Still slow compared to his own, but it does the job cleanly all the same. "Seems the wound is indeed just fine. Just take care of yourself. I don't want to have used some precious supplies just for the patient to die a few days later." He continues walking back towards the camp, noticing Beliar and staying near the camp border to keep an eye on the newcomer.
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on May 8, 2016 15:53:42 GMT -8
"Invite him to my tent." Shintaro tells the soldier. He'd run out to invite Beliar in.
Shintaro waited in the tent for Tetsujin's master.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 18:03:14 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2016 15:53:44 GMT -8
She couldn't keep another soft hmph silent. So it was his supplies he was worried about. Fair enough. She gives him a short, brief nod at his back as he leaves to tend to whatever need be. At Kasumi's call she would offer the female and her tug-along male companion a nod, as well. Her back presses to the rocks once more and she continues to watch after the village below - certain that her skills and presence were no longer needed or desired at the time.
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Béliar
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Physical Description: In the mortal world Béliar takes the form of a pale-skinned demon looking creature. He stands at whatever height he deems appropriate, but tends to keep it at a respectable 6'1.
His body is muscled and resembles that of a normal man, apart for his head and hands. His hands are larger and his fingernails sharper, thicker than that of an average man.
His head has quite brutish and strong facial structure, a thick jaw and brow-ridge sculpts his otherwise quite masculine face in a manner that could be compared to that of an orc. His features are otherwise fair and could even be considered beautiful if one were to ignore the other factors that make him the fiend that he is.
His eyes are black as coal, unless one were to encounter him at nighttime, where they'd shimmer with a faint red glow.
Atop his thick skull are two massive horns that almost stretch two times the length of his head, making him hard to miss.
He is armored in greaves, vambraces and a single spaulder strapped across his chest, connecting to the centerpiece that guards his belly and lower back. His armor is gilded and quite expensive looking, although bearing noticeable signs of battle.
Béliar carries no apparent arms, he does however tend to conjure up a wide variety of weaponry when he finds himself in need.
Registered: Mar 27, 2016 17:17:30 GMT -8
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Post by Béliar on May 8, 2016 17:28:22 GMT -8
A soldier returned to the outer reaches of the encampment, waving Béliar in. As Béliar approached he was instructed to meet the warlord in his tent. Bèliar walked through the camp, his body language calm, and his eyes on the path ahead of him. The soldiers looked at him strangely, some with borderline disgust. A large hand moved one of the flaps to the commander's tent aside, Béliar's horns appearing in the opening. He stepped inside, his eyes resting on Nishida. He paused for half a dozen seconds, only then to step closer. He looked at The Watcher, as if to tell him something, then directed his gaze back to Nishida.
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The Watcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 41
Physical Description: A seven feet tall suit of armor, animated to move and behave almost human. The void between the individual pieces of armor testifies to the fact that there is indeed nothing holding the armor in place. There is but thin air behind the dark slits in its helmet.
A massive long sword dangles from the waist of The Watcher, engraved with numbers. In its hand is a staff which appears to be made of metal.
Registered: Mar 22, 2016 3:47:31 GMT -8
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Post by The Watcher on May 8, 2016 17:30:42 GMT -8
The Watcher almost mechanically looked towards the entrance, only to then leave. There was unspoken communication between him and his master it seemed. |
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on May 8, 2016 21:38:13 GMT -8
"Konbonwa, I am Shintaro of the Nishida household. Welcome to my camp." Shintaro greeted Beliar. "What did you wish to speak about?"
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Béliar
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Physical Description: In the mortal world Béliar takes the form of a pale-skinned demon looking creature. He stands at whatever height he deems appropriate, but tends to keep it at a respectable 6'1.
His body is muscled and resembles that of a normal man, apart for his head and hands. His hands are larger and his fingernails sharper, thicker than that of an average man.
His head has quite brutish and strong facial structure, a thick jaw and brow-ridge sculpts his otherwise quite masculine face in a manner that could be compared to that of an orc. His features are otherwise fair and could even be considered beautiful if one were to ignore the other factors that make him the fiend that he is.
His eyes are black as coal, unless one were to encounter him at nighttime, where they'd shimmer with a faint red glow.
Atop his thick skull are two massive horns that almost stretch two times the length of his head, making him hard to miss.
He is armored in greaves, vambraces and a single spaulder strapped across his chest, connecting to the centerpiece that guards his belly and lower back. His armor is gilded and quite expensive looking, although bearing noticeable signs of battle.
Béliar carries no apparent arms, he does however tend to conjure up a wide variety of weaponry when he finds himself in need.
Registered: Mar 27, 2016 17:17:30 GMT -8
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Post by Béliar on May 9, 2016 5:41:40 GMT -8
"The future" Béliar's voice sounded. It was deep and soothing, his eyes calm and welcoming in a disturbing way. Béliar gathered his hands behind his back, "I am Béliar. I created the construct you call Tetsujin. I instructed him to watch you, do your bidding and keep you safe. I trust his work has been satisfactory" Béliar was unmistakably kind in his way of speaking, although his voice grew slightly monotone at times.
"If you do not wish to speak of the many factors that lead me to keep you under watch, I can skip to the more important topics of discussion" There was an inhumane glimmer in his eye. Something divine, something astral.
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on May 9, 2016 13:19:37 GMT -8
"Yes, Tetsujin has been ever-vigilant. His service has been satisfactory. Why the interest in me though? I would like to know what your motives are." Shintaro asks the being in front of him. "I will tell you now I'm not keen on being manipulated, I have my own ambitions which I need to see through without being bound to another's agenda."
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Béliar
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Physical Description: In the mortal world Béliar takes the form of a pale-skinned demon looking creature. He stands at whatever height he deems appropriate, but tends to keep it at a respectable 6'1.
His body is muscled and resembles that of a normal man, apart for his head and hands. His hands are larger and his fingernails sharper, thicker than that of an average man.
His head has quite brutish and strong facial structure, a thick jaw and brow-ridge sculpts his otherwise quite masculine face in a manner that could be compared to that of an orc. His features are otherwise fair and could even be considered beautiful if one were to ignore the other factors that make him the fiend that he is.
His eyes are black as coal, unless one were to encounter him at nighttime, where they'd shimmer with a faint red glow.
Atop his thick skull are two massive horns that almost stretch two times the length of his head, making him hard to miss.
He is armored in greaves, vambraces and a single spaulder strapped across his chest, connecting to the centerpiece that guards his belly and lower back. His armor is gilded and quite expensive looking, although bearing noticeable signs of battle.
Béliar carries no apparent arms, he does however tend to conjure up a wide variety of weaponry when he finds himself in need.
Registered: Mar 27, 2016 17:17:30 GMT -8
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Post by Béliar on May 9, 2016 22:44:32 GMT -8
"I'm not here to steer you on a different path, I merely seek to aid you. There is a war coming, an event that could quite possibly provoke anarchy and widespread chaos throughout the realm. Whether your kingdom is in its infant stages or already mustered for battle is entirely up to you. I don't think explaining what I stand to gain from this would be worth our while, you'll have to invest a little bit of trust in me" Béliar spoke calmly, and Nishida would find that he did not blink his eyes at all, his eyes were always open.
"Humanity's way of categorizing good and evil is not always right, but when it comes to the survivability of your world I reckon the idea could be applied. I have faith that you are going to be essential to balance, and therefor feel the need to aid you. Now comes the time where I must ask you" Béliar gestured with his hand inquisitively. "What are your long-term intentions once you've established a foothold here?"
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on May 9, 2016 23:43:35 GMT -8
"Hm." Shintaro listens through what his guest says, "This started out as me finding a new home for my people, but now I think it's developed to be more complex. The longer I'm here the more intel I get that the people of this land are being oppressed. As a noble man I can't stand by while the people cry out. My intentions are to remove current despots that rule this region and give the people a better life. This I feel would atone for the dishonorable rule of my father. When you hear the name Nishida, it ought to bring thoughts of a fair and ferocious leader and not the corrupt and despicable man that came before me.
"When I take the town below in a few days time, the people will be worried at first, perhaps for a while. I'll show them however they have nothing to fear of me or my men. To conquer a region, I must also conquer the hearts of the people."
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Béliar
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Physical Description: In the mortal world Béliar takes the form of a pale-skinned demon looking creature. He stands at whatever height he deems appropriate, but tends to keep it at a respectable 6'1.
His body is muscled and resembles that of a normal man, apart for his head and hands. His hands are larger and his fingernails sharper, thicker than that of an average man.
His head has quite brutish and strong facial structure, a thick jaw and brow-ridge sculpts his otherwise quite masculine face in a manner that could be compared to that of an orc. His features are otherwise fair and could even be considered beautiful if one were to ignore the other factors that make him the fiend that he is.
His eyes are black as coal, unless one were to encounter him at nighttime, where they'd shimmer with a faint red glow.
Atop his thick skull are two massive horns that almost stretch two times the length of his head, making him hard to miss.
He is armored in greaves, vambraces and a single spaulder strapped across his chest, connecting to the centerpiece that guards his belly and lower back. His armor is gilded and quite expensive looking, although bearing noticeable signs of battle.
Béliar carries no apparent arms, he does however tend to conjure up a wide variety of weaponry when he finds himself in need.
Registered: Mar 27, 2016 17:17:30 GMT -8
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Post by Béliar on May 10, 2016 5:08:40 GMT -8
Béliar was nodding calmly as the man before him explained his situation. "Your father dishonored your name, and you are out to recover it. That is one of the more noble pursuits in life, and certainly also a reasonable motive for taking land" Béliar peered around the room, then spoke again. "I can do things that others can not to help you" His voice distant and a little mysterious. "Raise an army, build a castle, supply a nation with grain. It is what many refer to as miracles. I merely need for you to ask. There is something genuinely righteous about you, a trait many great men lose as they take shortcuts to power. The judgement of a man that has been faced with hundreds of difficult decisions is set in stone, whether it be good or bad. I do not expect you to fully comprehend the possibilities of this, but I assure you there are many" Béliar had been talking for a little while now, his statements of course a little far out. Nishida had no reason to believe anything of what he said, but Béliar was patient and merely stood there, looking at the warlord.
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on May 10, 2016 14:35:56 GMT -8
Shintaro took a drink of his cup. He realizes now he hadn't invited Beliar to sit. "How rude of me, would you like to take a seat and drink while we speak?"
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Béliar
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Physical Description: In the mortal world Béliar takes the form of a pale-skinned demon looking creature. He stands at whatever height he deems appropriate, but tends to keep it at a respectable 6'1.
His body is muscled and resembles that of a normal man, apart for his head and hands. His hands are larger and his fingernails sharper, thicker than that of an average man.
His head has quite brutish and strong facial structure, a thick jaw and brow-ridge sculpts his otherwise quite masculine face in a manner that could be compared to that of an orc. His features are otherwise fair and could even be considered beautiful if one were to ignore the other factors that make him the fiend that he is.
His eyes are black as coal, unless one were to encounter him at nighttime, where they'd shimmer with a faint red glow.
Atop his thick skull are two massive horns that almost stretch two times the length of his head, making him hard to miss.
He is armored in greaves, vambraces and a single spaulder strapped across his chest, connecting to the centerpiece that guards his belly and lower back. His armor is gilded and quite expensive looking, although bearing noticeable signs of battle.
Béliar carries no apparent arms, he does however tend to conjure up a wide variety of weaponry when he finds himself in need.
Registered: Mar 27, 2016 17:17:30 GMT -8
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Post by Béliar on May 10, 2016 23:09:09 GMT -8
Béliar sat, looking slightly out of place in a chair. "Please. Speak your mind. I suppose you have something to say about all this" Béliar, folded his hands on the table, his nails sharp and thick.
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on May 11, 2016 15:03:48 GMT -8
Kun Exim would come by to serve a drink to Beliar if he wished for it. Shintaro thought a moment, "Well, I'm not looking for any shortcuts. It's best to do things the right way, lest my accomplishments be lessened in grandeur. I assume you are offering me one of these miracles, but I wouldn't ask that of you for worry that I couldn't repay the favor."
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Dimitri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Age: 32
Physical Description: Human Form
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 246lbs
Hair: Azure Black
Eyes: Bright Red
Wolf Form
Height: 4'5"
Weight: 246lbs
Fur: Azure Black
Eyes: Bright Red
Hybrid
Height: 6'3"
Weight 260lbs
Fur: Azure Black
Eyes: Bright Red
Clothes and Equipment: Has an assortment of clothes within his packs. Some meant for travel in the freezing arctic of his homelands, while others are far lighter and meant for days spent in tropical climates.
Amor: Unspectacular Full Plate Armor. No Enchantments or special material. Redesigned helmet to look like his wolves head.
Weapon: Adamantine Halberd. Material allows the weapon to ignore physical damage resistances of a target. No Enchantments.
A silver dagger, use unknown.
Accessories: Ring of Four Winds. Allows a fast cast of feather fall upon oneself, 4 times daily.
Bracelet of Enduring Soul. Prevents moderate damage from Ice and Fire based spells and abilities.
Ring of Truesight: Able to see creatures using illusion to hide their real forms as well as invisible creatures.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 17:32:15 GMT -8
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Post by Dimitri on May 12, 2016 4:07:14 GMT -8
Dimitri was walking along the camp borders, looking around to see the progress of the base construction and repairs, helping out where he can. The hairs along his back suddenly stiffen as he feels a slight chill run through the atmosphere. This chill was not due to weather or mood within the camp, but rather of impending danger. He knew not the cause of it, but with how it felt, whatever it was was going to be intense. Far larger than what could occur in these lands, and it made him fear it's coming.
He had to shake off the feeling before moving back to work, but the fear persisted, this was not a good omen.
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Béliar
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Physical Description: In the mortal world Béliar takes the form of a pale-skinned demon looking creature. He stands at whatever height he deems appropriate, but tends to keep it at a respectable 6'1.
His body is muscled and resembles that of a normal man, apart for his head and hands. His hands are larger and his fingernails sharper, thicker than that of an average man.
His head has quite brutish and strong facial structure, a thick jaw and brow-ridge sculpts his otherwise quite masculine face in a manner that could be compared to that of an orc. His features are otherwise fair and could even be considered beautiful if one were to ignore the other factors that make him the fiend that he is.
His eyes are black as coal, unless one were to encounter him at nighttime, where they'd shimmer with a faint red glow.
Atop his thick skull are two massive horns that almost stretch two times the length of his head, making him hard to miss.
He is armored in greaves, vambraces and a single spaulder strapped across his chest, connecting to the centerpiece that guards his belly and lower back. His armor is gilded and quite expensive looking, although bearing noticeable signs of battle.
Béliar carries no apparent arms, he does however tend to conjure up a wide variety of weaponry when he finds himself in need.
Registered: Mar 27, 2016 17:17:30 GMT -8
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Post by Béliar on May 12, 2016 9:08:44 GMT -8
"You are an honorable man, my lord. Me attempting to help you feels to me as it must feel to any given man to pledge his sword to you. I understand why you feel that this is cheating" Béliar paused, grasping the drink. "It is funny is it not? I offer to aid you only because I know of your good nature, yet I ask you to ignore your principles in favor of the ones around you. These are the decisions that are most difficult, those that shape the world for future generations. Do you put your honor aside and accept help or do you risk failure? Peace and prosperity is a dream that only appear in glimpses, the men that achieve it offer sometimes decades of their lives, others months. There is however a price that always remains the same. Peace is enforced by violence. To create peace you must break it, and on and on it goes, in a loop. I have yet to see a man with ambition to do good keep the peace on good intentions. You must find balance, and to be a truly good ruler you will eventually have to set aside your personal affections for things, people, ideologies and all subjective matters. You will have responsibility for thousands of people, how does a man deal with this? I have yet to figure out myself. Mistakes will be made, wars will be waged, innocents will die. If you will not allow me to help you is it responsible for me to not take the reigns?" Béliar's talking was beginning to sound like a session of self-realizing criticism, and he was straying from the initial point.
"I am sorry..." His voice still almost robotic in its lack of emotion. "I will help you in any way you wish, my lord. Be it as an adviser, an errand boy or by leaving you alone. You have been exposed to my rambling for too long" A weak smile came upon Béliar's face, exposing surprisingly human teeth.
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