Wendy the Witch
Committed
That witchy, twitchy girl
Roleplay posts: 83 
Age: 18
Physical Description: Grey hair, pale skin, brown eyes. Short.
Clothes and Equipment: Pictured, as well as a magical bag of holding that carries the other bits and pieces she needs, such as an assortment of books and scrolls, vials and jars, herbs and weeds, dried animal parts, a cauldron, a skull, candles, etc.
Registered: Mar 23, 2017 13:55:25 GMT -8
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Post by Wendy the Witch on Jan 5, 2018 15:02:28 GMT -8
Before Wendy could give a polite you're welcome to the Eye Salesman, he was tossing one in her direction. She leaned forward to catch it in her gloved palm, then the pretty little witch settled easily back into the warm curve of Roy's embrace. Her curious eyes gazed down at the uh... eye... in her palm, and she laughed a little, mildly delighted by the rather morbid gift given to her. Wendy lifted her head as the Eye Salesman continued to talk, and when he mentioned that Royal Fletcher shouldn't get anything sweet for Wendy, her eyes went wide. "What? No, I-- I totally um. I ... really like... sweet... things..." And then she winced as the Eye Salesman fell into the snow, but paid him no mind as she turned to Roy. "Look at this--" she said excitedly and shook the eye so the pupil would wobble around, much like a magic 8 ball. Her adorable little nose wrinkled in delight. "Isn't it gross?" |
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jan 5, 2018 15:35:47 GMT -8
Roy watched the eyeball seller vanish into the snowdrift, and frowned as a passer-by tried to dig him out but found nothing. Where had he gone? Looking back to Wendy, he suddenly realized that he'd been hugging her close...but she didn't seem to mind, so he didn't stop. She was awfully cute, even if she was holding an eyeball. He tapped on the eye with a fingernail, wondering how the salesman made it move like that.
"It's not very pleasant, but I guess it's well-made...and what did that guy know about what you like and don't like, anyways? He was just some creepy guy, anyway. What are you going to do with a fake eye like that? Do you know someone who needs a spare? My uncle Roarin is missing an eye, he wears an eye patch all the time. Maybe he should meet this guy...he's Roxanne's dad. I don't think they get along very well, though. Hey, do you want to go check out the yuletide feast? It's for official people, but my cousin Robert works for the Isran government. I bet he could get us in, if we wanted to. He said he'd be there."
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Jan 5, 2018 16:40:34 GMT -8
Now this was unfair, why did Keph have to fight two instead of just one? Sure, Jun's aim wasn't the best but that woman that had just thrown her own snowball at him was clearly being cheap! This infuriated Keph - or so he tried to make seem, his exaggerated expression was a dead giveaway of the joke and how amused he actually was with the situation. Keph dove into cover! He'd need to use his best skills to defeat this menace. Again, Keph began making a new pile of snowballs from his new position - they'd never get him alive!
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Wendy the Witch
Committed
That witchy, twitchy girl
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 18
Physical Description: Grey hair, pale skin, brown eyes. Short.
Clothes and Equipment: Pictured, as well as a magical bag of holding that carries the other bits and pieces she needs, such as an assortment of books and scrolls, vials and jars, herbs and weeds, dried animal parts, a cauldron, a skull, candles, etc.
Registered: Mar 23, 2017 13:55:25 GMT -8
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Post by Wendy the Witch on Jan 5, 2018 23:24:44 GMT -8
The two made quite an adorable pair during the Yuletide festival -- the picture of young love, content to stay close and talk while the crisp coolness of winter surrounded them. Wendy looked curiously at the eye in her hand, settling a little of her weight against Roy's side. "I'm pretty sure this is enchanted," she mentioned off-handedly, then lifted her own lovely eyes to smile at Roy. "A third eye can be very handy," she remarked. "Well, you know what I mean. Wilma is going to be so happy when I pass along the info to-- Oh, crabknuckles," she said and stomped her foot. She moved over to the snowbank where the salesman had fallen, leaving Roy's side to do so and bent at her hips to check for him. Gone. She sighed and put the eye in the pocket of her dress, drifting back over to the vampire again, hand easily finding his and twining her gloved fingers between each of Roy's. "I forgot how I was supposed to meet with him again. Bummer. So what's this about your cousin Robert? He can get us into a party?" She asked Royal Fletcher. |
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Jan 6, 2018 4:48:38 GMT -8
Ralf listened with keen interest to Ailin, nodding and soaking up what little information she offered. "And do you seek vengeance?" There was no playfulness in his voice anymore, no curiosity. Just a cold question filled with dark determination. Had Ailin turned to look at the nordic warrior she would find a deep gaze in his eyes, the kind that belonged to killers and murderers. Despite this Varan's forwardly outgoing nature, there was a certain... feral side to him.
@ailin
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jan 6, 2018 7:31:55 GMT -8
Roy beamed, nodding his head. One of the benefits of having such a large family (and more importantly, getting along with them all) was that there was someone who could help him out in almost any situation. Having a cousin in the upper ranks of the Isran government had helped him out on more than one occasion, most notably when he'd tripped and fallen into a fish's mouth and had gotten carried all the way to Tawakoshi. Being related to the Minister of Industry had been quite the bargaining chip, and had allowed Roy to come home safely and relatively promptly.
"Yes, there's a big party being held at the keep hall. My cousin Robert is there, he's a minister in the government. He can get us in, as long as we're both dressed nice. Do you wanna go? Anyways, who's Wilma? Is she one of those other witches that showed up? What was your family like back home, anyways? Did you have a lot of siblings, or just the one? Is your whole family witches?"
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Lumpy
Established
Tiny Giant
Roleplay posts: 10
Physical Description: Lumpy stands at an incredibly imposing 4ft tall, rather large for a gnome. Between his almost oddly muscled body and the bruises and welts commonly found on him from fighting, he has an appearance which earned him his nickname among the UCB; Lumpy.
Registered: Dec 15, 2017 5:33:07 GMT -8
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Post by Lumpy on Jan 6, 2018 13:59:56 GMT -8
Being a few paces wide of the actual happenings in front of him, Lumpy was out of range of the guards’ weapons as the came down to protect the empress. As a cloud of smoke-like dust filled the air around the gnomes, empress, and her guards, Lumpy lunged ahead into the fray, wielding his small wooden club blindly.
Once in the cloud with the others and unable to see, the tiny giant took a few random ‘test swings’ with his club. The club thumped once or twice (which might hurt, but would land relatively harmlessly) on unseen targets before the club finally returned the CLANK of metal armor.
The empress had thrown some choice words at the gnomes, but the enraged Lumpy had many more just like them for her and her big folk guards. Swinging violently at the metal his club had found, Lumpy shouted, loudly taking anyone in ear-shot on a scatological, sexual, white-knuckle thrill ride through his otherwise limited vocabulary. In response to the empress’ harsh words for them, the gnome loudly detailed violent nonconsensual sex acts in graphic language only dirty, illegitimate street rats would use; after all, that’s what she’d accused the group of being.
Vulgarity aside, the blows from the wooden club laid forth by the brawling Lumpy would likely not bring any harm to the highly trained and fully armored guardsman.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Jan 7, 2018 0:46:26 GMT -8
Ying-Na sensed a wily spirit in Keph, something she sometimes felt a dearth of from her good-natured husband. She grinned to Raynor and Jun, winked, and then leaped down.
Yes, from the rooftop. And she landed into the snowy plaza without a scratch. Thus she began assembling her own icy arsenal of spheres!
"Dad, I have a bizarre question." Jun asked as she watched Ying-Na engage her new rival.
"I will do my best to supply a bizarre answer."
"Did mom want me to be born a boy?"
Raynor furrowed his brow as he watched the two engage in battle.
"Well, in answer to your very ironic question, I think she wanted me to wish that you had been born a boy." His bearded face smirked slightly as he went back to work on his spells. "Take that how you will."
Jun rolled her eyes and folded her arms and looked at the the pair fighting. Maybe she had used up all her kinesthetic fortune on hitting Jarkoopi that one time.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Jan 7, 2018 21:19:15 GMT -8
Keph couldn't just remain in cover, that was too obvious! After a few, quick, yet well aimed snowballs were thrown at his new opponent, Keph dashed out of cover with a single snowball in-hand! With his other hand, he pulled his cloak partially in front of him acting as a sort of improvised shield against incoming snow! He valiantly CHARGED forward, aiming to get in as close as he could before striking! He grinned from behind his "shield", having quite a bit of fun with this silly match.
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
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As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Jan 8, 2018 12:22:38 GMT -8
Being a few paces wide of the actual happenings in front of him, Lumpy was out of range of the guards’ weapons as the came down to protect the empress. As a cloud of smoke-like dust filled the air around the gnomes, empress, and her guards, Lumpy lunged ahead into the fray, wielding his small wooden club blindly. Once in the cloud with the others and unable to see, the tiny giant took a few random ‘test swings’ with his club. The club thumped once or twice (which might hurt, but would land relatively harmlessly) on unseen targets before the club finally returned the CLANK of metal armor. The empress had thrown some choice words at the gnomes, but the enraged Lumpy had many more just like them for her and her big folk guards. Swinging violently at the metal his club had found, Lumpy shouted, loudly taking anyone in ear-shot on a scatological, sexual, white-knuckle thrill ride through his otherwise limited vocabulary. In response to the empress’ harsh words for them, the gnome loudly detailed violent nonconsensual sex acts in graphic language only dirty, illegitimate street rats would use; after all, that’s what she’d accused the group of being. Vulgarity aside, the blows from the wooden club laid forth by the brawling Lumpy would likely not bring any harm to the highly trained and fully armored guardsman. had remained for the rest of the occasion atop his perch, not spotting anything of interest to the dragon, as he eyed over the cold projectile war between Jun and Keph, before scanning over the plebs below him. Suddenly, a burst of sandy material erupted from the mass, precisely where he’d last seen the Empress, and this caught his full attention. His normal instinct told him to ignore the lesser beings fighting amongst each other, but the fact that Isra’s ruler was caught in such a mess would cause him to investigate. He was by no means any sort of royal guard, secret protector, or guardian angel, nothing of that means, however the mere fact that someone may have been tusseling with the current holder of his ever-so-precious gem, didn’t strike him well, and he’d intervene if he wanted to see it ever again. He didn’t know what the situation was or who was involved, but he’d soon find that out. The miniaturized version of the blue dragon leapt off of the ledge of the poor building that likely shuddered as he pushed against its frame, extending his wings as air gathered beneath them, giving him the gift of flight. He hurriedly flew towards the Empress and her party of guards that were seemingly entwined with another party, which he could not fully distinguish through all the sandy bits. To solve that problem, he hovered above the moshpit using the gusts from his wings to disperse the material that was present in the air. He stayed high enough so that he was definitely out of melee range, and the guards would not think him as a threat to the Empress at this time, he wouldn’t want to be mistaken as part of the enemy’s company, while he gathered a bit of magical energy to assist in stopping this madness. “What’s going on here?” He deeply grumbled through all the commotion below him while the smokescreen presumably disappeared so he could see exactly what was going on himself. |
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Jan 9, 2018 20:46:31 GMT -8
Jun overheard some incoherent but mildly suggestive sounding babbling coming from Naoki's position. She watched as an oddly muscled child attacked one of the High Lady's trained guards with a wooden club, and Jarkoopi hopped over to investigate. "Hehe, that's cute, kid must have gotten a toy club as a present." "Jun, come here. We're ready." Raynor drew Jun's attention away from the crowd and towards a vellum scroll with markings glowing bright blue. "Your mother was suppose to fire a volley of green fireworks to represent a forest, but I suppose we can do that any time. I wanna try this one. Hold my hand." Jun observed the scroll and a pleased grin curled on her face. "Nice. Let's do it." They joined hands and started focusing on the scroll, which a few seconds later launched a furious ball of light into the sky. The ball exploded outward and materialized into... ... a great stallion, which galloped through the sky and left both a mane of flames and pools of concussive fire throughout the sky with each step. Meanwhile Ying-Na scarcely had time to form a single snowball before Keph suddenly charged at her. "Well then!" With at least one snowball ready, she ran forward as well! There was a good chance that they would release their snowballs at the same time and hit each other! Though knowing Ying-Na, she would try to land hers just a split second before he landed his. That way she could declare that she won and lord it over Keph for the next 2 years or so whenever the topic of snowball fights came up during meals, as was her habit of doing. |
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Jan 9, 2018 20:58:09 GMT -8
Keph chuckled as he saw the woman that looked like an older Jun - but was far better than her at snowball fighting - rushed at him! He could only assume that this must be her mother, which apparently had quite a fire in her, he didn't at all expect her to counter-charge, if anything he was expecting (and hoping) she'd play defensively and either waste her time building up a stock she wouldn't have time to use or just spend the one she had time to make, but such was not the case!
Now, this is the point that Keph would resort to a surprise tackle - as he always did. But, this was a bad habit of his which no doubt made him a worse fighter! A surprise tackle was no doubt the best of moves, but seeing as he did it so often it was slowly losing its element of surprise and more importantly this woman might very well be expecting that. If anything, he sort of expected her to do the same thing and they just end up bumping heads mid-tackle. No, for this opponent he was going to be far more ingenious! He took a deep breathe as they got closer-and-closer to each other, and at a fair distance, he kicked his foot into the snow and swung it upwards, releasing a briefly wall of snow that blocked their vision... and then he began to run the opposite direction!
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Jan 10, 2018 10:56:45 GMT -8
WSHHHH!
Ying-Na quickly ducked under the cloud of snow and braced herself for a counter-attack of some kind. Then she saw Keph run. What a genuinely playful, mischievous child!
Ying-Na chuckled. Funny thing is, even though Jun's athletic prowess wasn't top tier, she had a cut-throat, competitive nature as a child. Ying-Na knew Jun would have rushed her and tried to underhand toss the snowball right in her face. There were times she feared young Jun just didn't know how to have fun.
Keph on the other hand...
Ying-Na winded up the pitch, and aimed the snowball right for the back of Keph's head.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Jan 10, 2018 17:15:05 GMT -8
As Keph ran, he came to a startling realisation... he was running in a mostly open area... in a straight line... while that woman had a snowball in her hand... a light bulb began flashing in his head, noticing that he might've not considered everything as thoroughly as he initially thought. Now, the true issue was that he assumed that she was already probably readying a easy shot on him and there were no close-enough mobs that he could dash into for some cover (after all, what villain would attack an unsuspecting innocent?).
This... this was really a problem.
Right, it was time for some quick thinking! So he had played his cards horribly, had no cover, and his opponent had the advantage... well, there was only one answer - CHARGE! Keph slammed his heel into the snow, performed a 180 turn, and now began running right back at Ying-Na which appeared ready to throw a snowball right at him. He didn't ready his arm, instead deciding that he was going to... dodge! If he could at least do that, she'd have no munition, and victory would be assured!
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Wendy the Witch
Committed
That witchy, twitchy girl
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 18
Physical Description: Grey hair, pale skin, brown eyes. Short.
Clothes and Equipment: Pictured, as well as a magical bag of holding that carries the other bits and pieces she needs, such as an assortment of books and scrolls, vials and jars, herbs and weeds, dried animal parts, a cauldron, a skull, candles, etc.
Registered: Mar 23, 2017 13:55:25 GMT -8
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Post by Wendy the Witch on Jan 11, 2018 13:53:30 GMT -8
Roy was talking and talking. He was adorable, really, asking questions as they walked, but he started asking questions about Wilma, about her family, about Loxnighton in a round about way, and Wendy had to distract him. Clearly the only way to do that was by kissing him, but Wendy was willing to do it for the greater good. So there in the middle of winter, a Yuletide fest going on around them, dressed in scarves and mittens and boots, Wendy turned to Royal Fletcher, slipped her arms around his neck, and kissed him, her teenage heart pounding away in her chest. The moment was so perfect, that one of her legs bent, foot rising in that picturesque stance of a girl well and truly kissed, and by the time her warm, soft lips parted from his, she was blushing along the apples of her cheeks. " Yes, I would like to go to the event with you," Wendy said a little breathlessly, her eyes shining brightly. |
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jan 11, 2018 14:07:48 GMT -8
Roy's eyes widened in shock as the witch threw her arms around him and kissed him. It was a surprise for sure, he hadn't been expecting anything like this...but he didn't mind at all. It was a good surprise, not a surprise like the time when his cousin Riktor had used him as bait to try and catch a lake monster when he'd taken Roy fishing. Wendy was more than enough to distract Roy from his childhood trauma, however, and he held her close as he kissed her for a long, blissful moment. It could have lasted forever and he wouldn't have minded one bit, but eventually she slipped away from him, and he grinned at her with a mouthful of pointed fangs. Who would have thought the day would turn out so perfectly?
"Wow, Wendy...you're even sweeter than chocolate. You're incredible...let's go, then. The party's this way, I think. He said it was in the keep hall..."
Wrapping an arm around her waist, Roy started off towards the hall. In the back of his mind, he thought idly that Roxanne wouldn't be pleased at all to hear that he'd been kissing a witch or taking her out to parties...but Roxanne wasn't here right now, so he wouldn't worry about her. He had more important things on his mind.
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Wendy the Witch
Committed
That witchy, twitchy girl
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 18
Physical Description: Grey hair, pale skin, brown eyes. Short.
Clothes and Equipment: Pictured, as well as a magical bag of holding that carries the other bits and pieces she needs, such as an assortment of books and scrolls, vials and jars, herbs and weeds, dried animal parts, a cauldron, a skull, candles, etc.
Registered: Mar 23, 2017 13:55:25 GMT -8
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Post by Wendy the Witch on Jan 11, 2018 16:57:59 GMT -8
She was caught off guard by his wide smile, forgetting for a moment that he was a vampire. The reminder was not unwelcome, however, given the sense of thrill that shot through her. Mom is going to hate that I'm dating a vampire, she inwardly thought as a smile grew on her face. Not that Royal Fletcher was aware that he was dating anyone, but he would be by the time the night was over. "Random question," she said as she snuggled right up to his side, an arm wrapped around his waist as well as she matched her stride to his and they went in the party's direction. "Have you ever dated a witch before?" She asked, trying to be as nonchalant as possible about it. They headed off to the party. |
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Ying-Na of the Acacia
Committed
Roleplay posts: 73
Age: 45
Physical Description: 5'7", athletic, darker skinned, more prominent epicanthic fold than Jun, straight, jet black hair with strands grey, warm cunning smile and deep brown eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: A rare, blue/black wildebeest hybrid in perfect health with no deformities, dubbed Indigo by Ying-Na
An enchanted black recurve composite bow with a slight blue glow; both it and any arrows fired from it are highly resistant to damage (the arrows lose this effect after a few minutes without exposure).
A Katashiman longbow which can shoot elemental arrows.
A quiver with dozens of handmade-arrows, along with an arrow-making kit
Lamellar hardwood armor on top of a high density silk gambeson.
two karambit hidden in her belt
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 21:13:33 GMT -8
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Post by Ying-Na of the Acacia on Jan 11, 2018 19:13:16 GMT -8
"Hmph!"
Ying-Na was a fast learner. And for a situation like this, what better tactic than to steal you're opponent's. As Keph turned around, she kicked some snow up towards Keph! She wasn't expecting him to dodge, but had unwittingly saved her ammunition by kicking up snow. She wanted to do a one-two combo, but as he dodged she could be satisfied with one good hit.
This was it, the moment of truth.
She fired her snowball straight at his chest.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Jan 11, 2018 20:58:36 GMT -8
Keph somehow was not expecting this! As the snow blocked his vision Keph knew he had to think fast he had been planning to get closer but his plan hadn't worked! He hadn't even prepared his swing, in a split second he performs an underhand throw towards his opponent's general direction. He knew she was in front of him but he didn't have the time to actually prepare a proper swing... suddenly...
*BAM*
Keph fells backward as the shot hit him straight in the chest! Oh the pain! It was all going dark! He lay there in a fetal position, both his hands pressing up against where he was hit the snow melting and starting to seep into his clothing. Little pieces of snow began to break off and fall... he desperately attempted to keep the snow together... it was all falling out of him!
...it was so dark...
...all so dark...
...bleh.
Keph lay there now, immobile, tongue sticking out! What a cruel world to take him so soon and in such an inglorious fashion! Keph began to laugh and got up from the ground, patting the snow off of his petite form.
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Ying-Na of the Acacia
Committed
Roleplay posts: 73
Age: 45
Physical Description: 5'7", athletic, darker skinned, more prominent epicanthic fold than Jun, straight, jet black hair with strands grey, warm cunning smile and deep brown eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: A rare, blue/black wildebeest hybrid in perfect health with no deformities, dubbed Indigo by Ying-Na
An enchanted black recurve composite bow with a slight blue glow; both it and any arrows fired from it are highly resistant to damage (the arrows lose this effect after a few minutes without exposure).
A Katashiman longbow which can shoot elemental arrows.
A quiver with dozens of handmade-arrows, along with an arrow-making kit
Lamellar hardwood armor on top of a high density silk gambeson.
two karambit hidden in her belt
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 21:13:33 GMT -8
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Post by Ying-Na of the Acacia on Jan 12, 2018 22:15:21 GMT -8
All was not lost. For in Keph's final hour his valiance had scored him a mutual kill. The pitiable underhand throw, desperate as it was, had found its mark and struck Ying-Na right in the sternum.
She let out an obviously fake and hammy howl and shook a single fist to the sky. "Curses..." And she too collapsed.
While she was on the ground, she began making a snow angel.
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