Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512 
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Jul 14, 2016 3:38:55 GMT -8
Liz laughed into her arm at both his comment and his Knight's reaction to them. It would seem that regardless of their station, soldiers everywhere were the same. She looked at him with a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she replied.
"It would seem unfair for you to punish them for a joke you made Lord Crovan. Unless you will of course punish yourself by cleaning alongside them. A good leader shares in the hardship of his troops after all."
She turned around to wink at the Knights of Winter behind them before returning to look at Crovan with an expression of feigned innocence on her face.
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414 
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on Jul 14, 2016 8:52:11 GMT -8
A mild look of horror momentarily flashed across his face, "Well I guess they're getting out of it. I've paid my dues on that front." He snorted, "Its not the chore itself, its the smell that stays with you afterwards...." He visibly shuddered at the memory. "No matter how many times I stripped down and tried to bathe, it was never enough."
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Jul 14, 2016 9:15:41 GMT -8
"I wouldn't know about the smell necessarily, our punishments involved hiking up mountains in full gear during the hottest part of the day."
She wrinkled her nose at his mention of stable smells, what a charmer he was! What was with men and bodily functions anyway? Sure she appreciated the occasional joke, but there was no need to be nasty about it. Such was men though, even the noble ones. She could retaliate with stories of the rotting Aaedanian corpses they had literally waded through, but decided against it.
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Enlidil
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Registered: Jul 1, 2015 15:53:59 GMT -8
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Post by Enlidil on Jul 15, 2016 3:08:04 GMT -8
A large, iron carriage was being drawn north along the southern road in the direction of Isra, with a small contingent of armed humanoids in full battle gear and displaying the standard of the Norkari's sword-wielding dragon head. Even more impressive than the armoured coach were the steeds that pulled it - two mighty griffons, a creature that also happened to be the chosen steed of those mounted in the convoy.
As they came upon Commodore Elizabeth Finch and Lord Crovan many of the faces in the convoy turned to eye the female with suspicion, for they recognized her as a woman who had unwittingly committed a serious crime against them. It was not of her doing of course, but of the man who sat inside the carriage who looked out of the window towards her and then raised a hand to silently order the convoy to stop.
A soldier pulled around to open the coach door and when he did two men could be seen inside - the first was a heavily-cloaked man whose facial features were obscured by a face mask, while the other was dressed in fine garments like a lord with a flowing cape that came around to his ankles. It was this second man who stood up, turned and then stepped down to the ground between those spiked wheels of metal.
"I recognize you, General," the man spoke with a right hand poking out of the bottom of his sleeve that had mutated beyond human flesh and become scaled and tipped with monstrous claws. "After I gave Isra griffons from our stable and trained some of your soldiers to use them, you are the one they put in charge."
He looked around at some of the faces of his soldiers, who seemed displeased with the situation they were in.
"Of course I had no choice if I wanted to save my people, but that does not make it any easier to look upon you in their eyes. The mountain griffons have been our sacred companions for over a thousand years and to them, each one of your soldiers that rides one into battle does so as a thief who stole part of our ancestral right. In fact I imagine your griffons feel the same way - longing to return to their true friends and masterful riders; I imagine your soldiers look like amateurs when compared to mine."
The masked man in the carriage looked out to watch them, but stayed silent and soon lost interest.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Jul 15, 2016 3:37:16 GMT -8
She made no sign or gesture of respect towards the man, his words had prevented any of that, and a signal of her hand told Crovan to not intervene in this. Her gaze was colder than Crovan's land as she turned it onto the person who had iffered such insult. Sparks flew from her sheathed blade in response to her anger, though they caused no harm.
"You are a fool to think that such majestic creatures as the griffins give a damn about your ancestral rights. The griffins choose their Rider, and mine are the equal of any of yours, better in fact, because they earned the right to be a Rider, and do not feel entitled to it as you people do."
St. George snorted in agreement and flexed his wings, the bond between the pair was strong, and neither of them appreciated some snobby elitist Norkari Lord insulting it.
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Enlidil
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Registered: Jul 1, 2015 15:53:59 GMT -8
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Post by Enlidil on Jul 15, 2016 14:38:18 GMT -8
Enlidil took one step closer towards Elizabeth, followed by another. He seemed absolutely calm in the presence of her drawn blade, as well as her anger and the sparks caused by it. After all - she could not harm him without sparking a huge political incident, not to mention her own death by the hands of the soldiers in his convoy. They were not an armed levy, but an elite bodyguard - all seasoned and deadly warriors. Together all of these things made him feel completely secure.
"You have quite a fire in your heart," he told her as he turned his gaze towards her mount and carefully tilted his head to examine it. "But they simply do not match the reality. Many of our mounts are centuries old, paired with elite riders who have fought with them for decades. Isra itself is younger than all of those soldiers behind me and many of them were present when I defeated Isra's army in the only battle we have ever fought; so forgive me if I have some confidence in the skill of my people over yours, considering we have bested you before."
He turned back to the Commodore then, looking her up and down in a rather blunt manner - not because he found her attractive, but to examine her stature, her muscles and her strength; to estimate how much experience she had by her scars and where they were (if any) and to test the heat of her eyes to see if they matched his own.
"Of course that is irrelevant to our present day peace. I merely wanted to meet the woman who would try and claim that her riders are as great as those of the people who gave her the mounts," he explained as he leaned it, at which point he lowered his voice to continue. "I know my people well," he whispered. "If I was to ever lose my power, they would descend upon your eyrie first and take back what they believe belong to them. The griffon is the stalwart companion of the Inquisition and they loathe to see them in any other hands."
He gave her a smile and stood up straight again. "You might want to think on those words and then consider how it might be advantageous for us to one day help one another;i n various ways."
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on Jul 16, 2016 14:10:28 GMT -8
Crovan was glancing between them as they talked but did nothing to intervene. He had done his research upon his lands joining Isra and while he had not met them before, these must be Nokari. Crovan would keep his lips shut however, unless spoken to directly. Though he would love to rise to the defense of Liz, he had picked up that such a thing would make the situation worse and insult Liz all in the same stroke. So he would sit there on his horse, observing, listening, and his first thought was to draw his blade with the commodore.
His own thoughts on the situation, however, were at work. With the tail end of the Nokari Mountains forming the Winterland's northern border the fear of a war starting between the Isranian states was a genuine possibility; should the Lord of Winter draw steel against the Lord of Mountains. Liz was heated and angry. Crovan maintained a level head. Should she lash out he would stop her, hopefully preventing a crisis.
He dismounted and looked back at the army he was leading back to Isra. He rose a hand and shouts throughout the marching formation cried out "Halt! We're halting!" With the Isranian and Winterlander forces holding Crovan returned his attention to the verbal hostilities.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Jul 16, 2016 19:00:49 GMT -8
Liz rested her hand on the pommel of the sheathed sword at her side, willing the powerful artifact to be calm. The act provided her a moment of peace. Her eyes reflected a much hotter fire than before, even as her entire body relaxed.
"I do not claim my Riders are as great as those who gave us the Griffins. I claimed that they are better, and I will stand by that claim until the moment I die."
Without a further word she and St. George turned as away from the Norkari Lord. Insults and superiority complexes were not something she wanted to deal with today, and fortunately she was well within her rights to do so.
"Lord Crovan, we are due to report what has occurred at the Gate to Lady Naoki. I do not wish to keep her waiting."
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Registered: Jan 27, 2016 14:17:35 GMT -8
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Jul 17, 2016 13:23:20 GMT -8
Edward, accompanied by Azure and Temus Grey pop into existence on the southern road. They are only about an hour away from Isra and the sun is still high in the sky. Edward turns to his two companions and says with a friendly smile. "I went with just outside the city just to avoid any complications. Isra and Gauldin are at peace, but it is still rude to teleport into their capital without permission. When you are ready to go to Ablan, just come out here and say my name. I will also visit the inn were the rest of your supplies are and have them ready for you when you get back. Ta!" With that he vanishes. |
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Temus Grey
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 233
Age: Looks to be about 17.
Physical Description: Standing at a little over 5'8 Temus is not a particularly intimidating person. He has soft features, a narrow jaw, mid set cheek bones, and high brow. He has silky black hair that runs to about mid back. Red eyes that seem to pierce through people. His build is slim, and his skin pale, he clearly does not spend an abundance of time in the sun.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of simple mages robes, a cloak, pouches filled with reagents, his channeling staff fitted with an odd blue stone, and his spell book.
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Registered: Feb 29, 2016 18:30:15 GMT -8
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Post by Temus Grey on Jul 17, 2016 13:26:54 GMT -8
Temus blinked and looked around surprised. That had been the single most seamless teleportation spell he'd ever been part of. He listens dutifully to what Echoes has to say, but before he can respond the man is gone. Leaving them in the middle of the road. So Temus turns to Azure and says blandly.
"Well lets get moving."
With that he heads towards Isra.
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Azure
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 190
Age: Ageless.
Physical Description: Azure's form is very petite, no more than 5' tall, and quite slender, with a dainty bone structure that results in beautifully formed features and an inherent grace. Her skin is fair, and her ears long and pointed, signs of her Elven heritage. Her eyes are blue, although the exact shade can never be pinpointed, as it is constantly changing. Her hair is long, falling freely to her slender hips, and is a light shade of blue. She is very swift, nimble, dexterous, and flexible.
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Clothes and Equipment: Azure usually wears a set of intricate white robes, with blue, green, and violet accents, as well as a headdress with golden portions and a couple of bracelets and anklets. She can manifest a bow and quiver of arrows to aid her in her tasks. In addition, she possesses a flute that appears to be made of blue-tinted wood, which.. doesn't have any special abilities. She just likes to play it.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Jun 18, 2016 20:24:04 GMT -8
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Post by Azure on Jul 17, 2016 16:35:54 GMT -8
Azure emerged from the gates onto the road with Temus in tow, then came to a stop about where they'd arrived that morning and called out to Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént.
"Mister Laurént? We were successful and are ready to depart."
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Temus Grey
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 233
Age: Looks to be about 17.
Physical Description: Standing at a little over 5'8 Temus is not a particularly intimidating person. He has soft features, a narrow jaw, mid set cheek bones, and high brow. He has silky black hair that runs to about mid back. Red eyes that seem to pierce through people. His build is slim, and his skin pale, he clearly does not spend an abundance of time in the sun.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of simple mages robes, a cloak, pouches filled with reagents, his channeling staff fitted with an odd blue stone, and his spell book.
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Registered: Feb 29, 2016 18:30:15 GMT -8
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Post by Temus Grey on Jul 17, 2016 16:44:07 GMT -8
Temus's mind had begun to settle by the time they made it out of the city. Of course the woman had mistaken them for a couple. To an outside observer they must seem very close and he supposed they were. Azure was the first being beyond his creator that he felt comfortable around. Still it wasn't as though they were in love. As he had concluded earlier neither of them were capable of such a thing. Neither of them felt that strongly about anything. Still he the words rolled around his head trying to gain some sort of purchase. Shoving them away he waits of Echoes to appear.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Registered: Jan 27, 2016 14:17:35 GMT -8
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Jul 17, 2016 16:49:55 GMT -8
Edward pops into existence and smiles at the two. In one hand he has Temus's travel pack, in the other he has a brand new one.
"That's wonderful, glad that you succeeded so quickly. I took the liberty of restocking Temus's pack with rations and purchasing one for you Azure. I can't take you right to the grove unfortunately. If it were just me I could, but with the magic in your gem, that scale, and The Wyld itself I can't risk. I can however get you to the edge of the woods. I packed enough rations for one person to get to the grove and two people to come back. So let's go shall we?"
With that he pops their little part out of existence.
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on Jul 19, 2016 9:39:09 GMT -8
Liz rested her hand on the pommel of the sheathed sword at her side, willing the powerful artifact to be calm. The act provided her a moment of peace. Her eyes reflected a much hotter fire than before, even as her entire body relaxed. "I do not claim my Riders are as great as those who gave us the Griffins. I claimed that they are better, and I will stand by that claim until the moment I die." Without a further word she and St. George turned as away from the Norkari Lord. Insults and superiority complexes were not something she wanted to deal with today, and fortunately she was well within her rights to do so. "Lord Crovan, we are due to report what has occurred at the Gate to Lady Naoki. I do not wish to keep her waiting." " Indeed, lets be off." Lord Crovan mounted up once more. Her signaled his forces to continue marching. Shouts of orders and commands let loose and the troop was on the move again Once a steady pace was re-established Crovan asked, " What was all that about?" |
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Jul 19, 2016 10:41:44 GMT -8
"Some people do not like to share it would seem, especially when they think themselves better than you."
She had been a young sergeant in the Vanguard back then, and it had by far been her hardest fight, and her only defeat in her years in the military. It had been a hard lesson for all of them, and she had lost many a good soldier that day.
"My soldiers work hard, training night and day to bond with their mounts, and we are largely successful, that he would so casually dismiss that is what angered me, but I should not have let it do so."
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on Jul 24, 2016 16:19:02 GMT -8
Crovan nodded, a new respect growing for the Commodore, "Training and experience pulls through more than heritage or history. Always. I learned that lesson myself, the hard way." He looked at her, "You know I find it hard to believe someone like you exists." He left the statement open ended, hopefully fueling a better a conversation than earlier.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Jul 24, 2016 17:43:28 GMT -8
"I only recently found out that I have a family heritage or history, but I decided not to learn more about it...."
His second comment made her blush...again, something she was able to hide by raising her shield up and mentally hiding behind her formal protocol.
"Lord Crovan, I think such comments are entirely...inappropriate in front of the men. You should keep them to more private settings."
The blush increased as she realized how that must have sounded, and she began to splutter out a clarification before giving up and facing forward, doing her best to ignore the red on her face.
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on Jul 24, 2016 19:30:16 GMT -8
"Oh then we should meet in a private setting sometime," he smiled at the thought. But a genuine matter returned to his attention, "On the subject of meeting I have a request for you, a request perhaps best worked out at Winter's Keep." He took a on a more formal tone as he spoke further, "With all the renovations done to the keep, to the town, we are well defended against armies. However I find that attacks from the air are the greatest weakness in my defenses. While I doubt there isn't much that could be done to defend the entire town but I think the keep may be defensible from say.... Griffon riders for example." With her role as leader of Isra's Air Force she would be who to talk with about aerial defenses.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Jul 24, 2016 19:47:40 GMT -8
She listened to his request, an idea forming in her mind as he spoke, the idea fueling a spark of courage that shone even in the emeralds on her blade.
"I can advise on that Lord Crovan, and I would like to come visit you in your Keep. Perhaps there...perhaps there we could have our previous conversation in a more private setting as well."
She fought with herself to keep the blush from forming on her cheeks, and is mostly successful this time, even as she stumbled a bit on her own words.
"Don't expect me to reveal all my tricks though Lord Crovan."
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Lord Crovan of House Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 414
Age: 25
Physical Description: A lean man but tall man, his skin pale but still sun touched. His muscles are toned and well built. His hands calloused from years of training and swordplay. His chest His hair is straight but curls slightly at the ends and settles on his shoulders, a short trimmed beard graces his gaunt cheeks and angular jaw, framing his soft pink lips. His eyes are a sharp blue, bright and strong.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in dark clothing, a soft cotton layer.
A hauberk of hard dark leather adorns his chest. Occasionally he will wear an additional layer of steel chain mail over this. Vambraces on his forearms are also of dark leather, a dagger sheathed within his left. Boots carefully made of soft and hard leather armor his feet and lower legs.
http://i.imgur.com/z1VU1NB.jpg
Over all of this he wears a woolen cloak, fur sewn into the shoulders and leather straps cross his chest forming an X and holding the cloak firmly in place. It just barely drags the ground as he walks.
His belt holds a dagger and a bastard sword. A set made of steel only beaten in strength by mythril. Shining bright and pure. The hit is a slightly curved cross of this steel, thick and strong, helping to balance the blade. Its handle of carved wood and wrapped craftfully in leather. The pummel is also this steel shaped carefully into a wolf's head and painted black with green eyes.
http://i.imgur.com/lok767M.jpg
If expecting battle he will carry a shield with the mark of his house.
Player's online availability : 2:30AM-4:00AM (UTC-6:00) + Weekends 12:00-4:00
Registered: May 5, 2016 23:25:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Crovan of House Winter on Jul 24, 2016 21:02:50 GMT -8
Crovan smirked and sarcastically and with confidence spoke, "Sounds like a date." He looked at her wanting to see if she laughed or took him seriously. However a shadow blocked the sun from lighting her and he looked forward, the city was looming before them, "It seems we've made it to the city at last. I'm sure High Lady Naoki will want our report post haste."
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