Breldavin Fairshadow
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 25
Physical Description: A tall and well built man, his heritage has left him slender, almost willowy, and left him with a much less imposing form then his skills would suggest.
Built out of lean whipcord muscles Breldavin is a man of speed rather then strength, often prone to short swift bursts of movement rather then slow and methodical work though he is capable of both.
Though his face is relatively untouched, with only a thin slice across his cheek, his body is a mass of scars, the most brutal and evident the remnants of being mauled by a werewolf while attempting to save his mother and sister, with more mundane scars from blade and mishap joining the mess of scar tissue over the years.
Fine elven features blend with the aristocratic features of his father he has never known, his surname Fairshadow alluding to the fact his mother was the mistress of a traveling noble who visited her more then once. With piercing silvery blue eyes and raven hair set into and framing a fine featured face with tanned skin from long days on the road and learning his trade.
Clothes and Equipment: Breldavin wears a long dark coat over a steel breastplate and fine clothes, a white shirt, black vest, and grey slacks.
His boots are enchanted to make no sound and leave less of a trail then otherwise though it by no means erases all traces any signs of his passage.
At his side hangs the ancient blade of the vampire he and his companions slew, made of a rare material in such a way that it hews through muscle and bone as easily as a hot knife through cold butter.
Over his shoulder is slung a careworn guitar and in his pocket sits an old book of elvish poetry, all he has to remember his mother by.
While he may seem like your average adventurer or bard upon first contact, he is a refined man when the occasion calls for it, and he cleans up nicely.
His outfit for formal functions can put some nobles to shame.
A Delicate silver crown with Sapphire eyed dragons for points that provides the wearer with minor protection from cold weather sits upon his brow and at masquerades a platinum mask in the shape of a fanged skull that allows its wearer to see in pure darkness as if it were overcast daylight and moonlight night like noon hides his face.
A black crushed velvet cloak with a silk interior and gold embroidery and fine dark grey wool coat with a golden silk interior are worn over a black silk vest and white silk shirt, grey riding pants with gold embroidery and black leather riding boots with gold inlays.
Registered: Nov 30, 2018 22:58:39 GMT -8
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Post by Breldavin Fairshadow on Dec 20, 2018 15:31:49 GMT -8
Breldavin wasn’t sure what he was doing in the city if he truly asked himself the question. This wasn’t his land, wasn’t even his country. He was far from hearth and home, kith and Kin, and it was getting quite cold these days. He sat on a corner and strummed casually at the strings of his guitar quietly, and had a small number of people watching him curiously as he’d played a couple tunes already. With a deep sigh and a silent query to the heavens about how his brother and friends were doing he began to play in Ernest as began to sing. “Oh I've just come from the land of the sun,
From a war that must be won In the name of truth.
With our soldiers so brave,
Your freedom we will save,
With our soldiers and our blades
And some help from god.”
He sang in a low, solemn tone.
“I want to see my family.
My sis and mother waiting for me.
I've got to go home,
I've been so alone, you see.”
His eyes drifted closed as he continued.
“You just can't believe
The joy I did receive,
When I finally got my leave
And I was going home.
Oh I slept under the sky
My convictions could not lie.
For my country I would die
And I will see it soon.”
His voice began to take on a tone of melancholy as he nearly missed a note.
“I want to see my family.
My sis and mother waiting for me.
I've got to go home,
I've been so alone, you see.”
He paused as he played, a slight hitch in his breath.
“When I walked through the door,
My sis she lay upon the floor.
And with tears her eyes were sore,
I did not know why.
Then I looked into her hand
And then I saw the letter grim.
Said that I was a brave, brave man
But that I was dead.”
A tear rolled down his cheek.
“I want to see my family.
My sis and mother waiting for me.
I've got to go home,
I've been so alone, you see.
I want to see my family.
My sis and mother waiting for me.
I've got to go home,
I've been so alone, you see.
I want to see my family.
My sis and mother waiting for me.
I've got to go home,
I've been so alone, you see....” As the last chord faded into silence he let out a ragged sigh as a few more tears cut tracks down his face, reddened from the cold, as some of the passers by dropped coins onto the closed case on the ground in front of him. |
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147 
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Dec 22, 2018 21:56:52 GMT -8
Kaelie nodded silently as she internally focused on how to keep herself calm and steady as she clung to Montag. In truth she was already a bit winded from the trip over-it'd been some time since she had been allowed or even really wanted to crawl out of her sick bed. Her body wasn't used to the exertion just yet. But Montag felt steady, strong and just... warm so she didn't even really hesitate as she shifted some of her weight onto Montag as the walked along. In some strange way it was... nice to be near him again.
Kaelie's nose twitched as they came closer to the table with the treats and she took several sniffs before she squeezed Montag's arm. She hated to admit it but... humans actually could make decent sweets. She had developed a certain fascination for them. "Oh... That smells nice." She whispered softly as she leaned forward a bit towards the table before tilting her head as she saw big vat of a steaming crimson liquid with what looked to be spices floating inside. "..What is that?" She asked Montag silently, forgetting their search for Harvey for the moment in her curiousity. It looked like wine.. but it didn't smell quite like it. In the distance she could also hear someone singing what seemed like a rather sad song which also grabbed a bit of her attention. She could feel herself already getting slowly overwhelmed by everything going on but she forced herself to keep it together.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114 
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Dec 23, 2018 10:04:24 GMT -8
Montag couldn't stop himself from smiling as Kaelie put more weight onto him... and he could not for the life of him why he liked it so much. Maybe because he was repaying ever so slightly the fact she saved him from extreme bodily harm or even worst... or maybe because he wanted her close to him? The apartment had been far too quiet since she was recovering, reminding him far too much of the solitary existence of a bachelor.
Reminding him of the life of a bachelor? He was still a bachelor! There was nothing more between him and Juniper than guardianship and wardship. True she had taken over his apartment with an abundance of floral life, and true he had felt more and more comfortable with her around, to the point of missing her whenever she was gone, but surely this was just a sign they were close! Right?
He was jolted back to reality by her question, "Oh, that's mulled wine. In essence, it's wine warmed and thrown in with various fruits and spices. Don't ask me for specifics though, Frank was the one who made it and I haven't had time to sample it." He didn't quite hear the bard's song, as he was too busy focusing on his own thoughts and the soft hands of Juniper on his arm.
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The Honorable Dr. Tiddly
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 35
Physical Description: Tall, dark, and handsome, with bulbous eyes said to be as luscious as the midnight sky. His skin is as smooth as his silver tongue and his eyebrows have a commanding presence about them.
Clothes and Equipment: A 100,000 gold coin suit
A cane (also used for back massages)
A feathered cap
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Apr 7, 2016 14:06:34 GMT -8
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Post by The Honorable Dr. Tiddly on Dec 23, 2018 13:42:39 GMT -8
Doctor Tidley walks disgruntledly through the main plaza, attempting desperately to find new clients. Incoming wealthy individuals willing to pay for quality massages had been on the decline recently, and Doctor Tidley was feeling the pressure on his pocketbook to attain more customers. Trying not to signal his desperation, Dr. Tidley cries out to passers by, advertising his globally-acclaimed services. "try a relaxing massage with quality essential oils and proven health benefits!" he chokes out, with a forced smile. But every time he does so, and is ignored, a small piece of him dies. He tries to keep up his spirits, or at least appear to, as he feels his increasing desperation is making his sales pitch worse. These were hard times for the once acclaimed doctor. This new class of wealthy residents didn't know his reputation. Still, the doctor calls out, hoping to attract new clients. Would anyone respond?
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Vendruniel Torellia
New
Roleplay posts: 1
Physical Description: A charming, if not physically imposing noble and native to Isra. Known for his wealth, as a young man he went travelling to the east as a tourist and has recently returned after nearly a decade of absence. With him came a caravan of strange, assorted antiques and eastern servants - and there's no end to rumours about what goes on behind the doors of his estate.
Registered: Dec 23, 2018 16:51:41 GMT -8
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Post by Vendruniel Torellia on Dec 23, 2018 18:23:45 GMT -8
Vendruniel Torellia walked proudly through the central plaza, enjoying the falling snow and the festive decorations. It had been a long, long time since he had seen a Yuletide celebration - nine years, by his last count. It had been one of the customs he missed most when travelling the lands that did not have it and since Vendruniel's return he had been impatient in waiting for the festival to arrive. "See, Diaoshen," Vendruniel told one of the two eastern ladies who accompanied him, "the Yuletide festival isn't simply about gifts, or enjoyment - but about the end of the darkest nights, and the new birth of the sun. It's about rebirth, the cycle of life and death, and of course some damn delicious sweetrolls." Diaoshen didn't answer him, and neither did the other. They were beautiful women no doubt, but it was so painfully clear they weren't there to be social. They were there as bodyguards, as hired knives that were as underestimated as they were sharp; and two of the many curiosities that Vendruniel had brought back to Isra with him that had many of the city's nobles gossiping and whispering like a gaggle of young ladies. Vendruniel Torellia, son of one of the wealthiest noble families of Isra, ups and disappears for nine years and returns with the most bizarre of companions and properties! How uncouth! Suddenly, Vendruniel and his companions found themselves being advertised to by The Honorable Dr. Tiddly . The companions remained quiet, but Vendruniel actually stopped to speak to the man. "Sir, how long until the lighting ceremony begins?" He asks, completely disregarding whatever message the man was trying to convey. |
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Isran Law Enforcement
Established
Only wrongdoers need fear
Roleplay posts: 21
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Aug 12, 2018 10:39:09 GMT -8
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Post by Isran Law Enforcement on Dec 24, 2018 7:24:16 GMT -8
A large gloved hand claps the good doctor firmly on the shoulder. A deep, booming brogue follows close behind. "Happy Candlenights, sir. Or Yuletide, if you prefer the vulgar name. I hope the festival is treating you well." An absolutely massive man, easily seven feet tall and nearly as broad across, pulls out a small metal badge dwarfed by his bearskin mittens and holds it up for The Honorable Dr. Tiddly to see. The burnished surface displays neat engraven text reading Sergeant Harrington - Office of Gatekeeping and Control. The guardsman puts the badge away and moves to light a large clay pipe. He smiles behind an impressively braided beard.
"I don't suppose you have a license there for hawking your business this evening?"
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Dec 24, 2018 18:38:34 GMT -8
Off to one side of the plaza, partway up The Citadel stairs stands The Empress, observing the proceedings from her perch. She notes that the crowd isn’t quite as dense as the previous year, but it’s also considerably colder outside, so this is understandable. Perhaps next year, she ought to arrange the weather beforehand.
Still, for now, it is cold, and she wouldn’t like to linger longer than she must. Proceeding down the stairs, she crosses the plaza escorted by no fewer than 10 Imperial Sentinels. Last year, she skimped on security and paid the price, which turned out to be about 50 gold and her pride. The criminals are still at large, but this year, assaulting The Empress will be a taller order, made all the more difficult by her full retinue of guards and the set of plated armor she’s wearing.
Coming underdressed did not suit her well last Yuletide, so today The Empress has prepared both for battle and the chilly weather, wearing her specially-fitted set of armor. Its burnished orange color doesn’t match exceedingly well with the bright red of her scarf, but oh well.
Upon reaching the Yule Log in the center of the plaza, The Empress wastes no time in accepting the torch prepared for her and ascending the temporary staircase erected alongside it.
Standing at the top, torch held high, she waits a moment for the crowd to recognize her presence before beginning.
“People of Isra,” The Empress begins, her voice carrying throughout the city.
“We are gathered here on the shortest day of the year, to celebrate those things which matter most to us. And there’s much to celebrate; these are pleasant times we live in — untroubled by war, blessed with good harvests, with loyal allies, and strong armies. Through the work of its people, this city, The City of Isra, has grown from its humble beginnings to become the heart of our great Empire, and the focal point around which the civilized world revolves.”
“It is through the work of its farmers that none go hungry in Isra. It is through the work of its Guardsmen, builders, and soldiers that the people of Isra sleep soundly in their beds at night, untroubled by crime, protected from invasion by great walls and mighty legions. Through the work of its traders and merchants, the people of Isra enjoy exotic goods from far-off lands and export their wares for great profit. Through the work of its people, Isra has risen to heights beyond any other in The Overworld!”
An enthusiastic gesture from The Empress prompts a round of cheering.
She continues, “And so, let us take a few days here, in the cold of winter, to celebrate that. And to celebrate the people who make life worth living: our friends, our neighbors, our loved ones, and those closest to us. Let us celebrate each other and everything we do for each other, the people we care about, the time we spend together, and what we are able to achieve as a group.”
In a smooth motion, The Empress lobs the torch onto the log, causing it to erupt in flames. Within seconds, the entire log is ablaze, burning with such heat that even those on the edges of the Plaza might feel it.
The Empress, illuminated by the flames, offers a parting remark, “Happy Yuletide to all!”
With speech delivered and log lit, The Empress descends from the platform. What to do from here, she is unsure. She has plans for later in the evening, but not for a while yet. She wouldn’t like to be assaulted again, but she thinks it wouldn’t be very sporting for her to leave immediately, and so she lingers near the base of the log, reveling in the heat.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Dec 25, 2018 16:08:41 GMT -8
It started with a subtle breeze, whose gentle strength made the flames of the Yuletide log bow lazily. Then, from the north, a long stripe of color, as long as the horizon itself, materialized. It was a long band of stars, like a galaxy's arm, with little glittering forms easing their way through the air towards the revelers. As it came closer, the single band broke apart and spread across the sky. The lights drifted down into the city like snowflakes, their true form brought into focus. They were seeds, maple-like with helicopter wings spinning through the air. Each seed was imbued with a magical luminescence that was easy on the eyes but bright enough illuminate a patch of snow, stone, or earth, depending on where they eventually landed. The seeds were so numerous that they rain down across the entire city. From a distance, it would seem like a great mist of color was blanketing Isra. While the crowd was distracted, a howl and a screech split open the air. Quite without warning, Vaelar Black and Jun of the Celadine, each mounted upon their legendary beasts, sailed down through the cloud, and brought with them a remarkable array of charges. They were birds, hundreds of them, following the pair in thick streams. As soon as Boscoe the Manticore and Blackbean the Giant Crow gave their respective signals, the birds ignited, giving off golden flames that did not singe a single feather on their tails, but instead brought gentle warmth and comfort to the beholders. As Jun and Vaelar approached the airspace above the log, they split apart and flew in opposite directions, each covering their own half of the city. A thick trail of birds followed the both of them, so that from the distance which the seeds appeared as a mist, the yule log would seem to extend a warm, fiery embrace out to its beloved city. The performance was meant to be a demonstration of both incredible magical prowess and gentle compassion. Jun had coordinated the entire performance with Vaelar's lack of magical ability in mind. The seeds were ordinary seeds, and the birds were ordinary birds. But through Jun's tutelage and power, they were able to work together to bathe Isra in holy light. In a way this was meant to be a metaphor. While Isra was the head of a mighty empire, it was not merely a destructive force. It was a home for people to be safe from the ravages of the overworld. At least, that was the idea in Jun's mind. Once the entire city beheld the great contrails of fire, Jun and Vaelar would arc back towards each other, their fleet of avian sky painters carving out a massive golden heart only fully appreciable from high above the city. The seeds, meanwhile glided slowly and in such great numbers that the air would be filled with color for many minutes. The seeds, like everything else, would not be burned by the strange golden flames.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Dec 27, 2018 20:51:34 GMT -8
Kaelie looked at the curious concoction, momentarily forgetting her awkwardness with the chief. These human creations were always fascinating to her. Especially when they ensnared her senses like this. She could hear distantly someone speaking but she largely ignored it, her attention solely fixed on her goal as she gently tugged on Montag's sleeve to re-center his attention on her.
"Could I try some?" She asked, the look in her eyes clearly asking for him to get it for her. She still wasn't comfortable asking other humans for things that she required. Asking Montag though, that was different. He fit somewhere else entirely in her mind-apart from typical humans. Where exactly that was... She wasn't quite sure.
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Reinette Fletcher
New
Roleplay posts: 1
Age: 52
Physical Description: With ivory hair, Reinette's electric blue eyes are as piercing as her sharp nails. She is rather boney, petite too, with caramel skin, but she holds an air of attractive grace nonetheless.
Clothes and Equipment: Preferring dark blues and grays, Reinette keeps to simple, elegant silks. Dressed modestly, with a shawl and very loose robes, Reinette has opal earrings and a diamond locket, with a picture of Lucifer within. She has silver bracelets, with a few charms adorning them.
Registered: Dec 28, 2018 0:33:02 GMT -8
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Post by Reinette Fletcher on Dec 28, 2018 2:45:50 GMT -8
Reinette lurked near the outskirts of the group. Her shawl was clutched close, her boney fingers wrapped within the silk. She knew Rylai would likely be around here somewhere, with Rusalka and Rhea. Reinette had no desire to see her family, to hear their probing questions and being forced to bear their insulting remarks.
Still, Yuletide was her favorite time of year, perhaps she would find something fun to do. The display of magic was not lost upon the old woman, but she cared not. Such petty uses of magic annoyed the would-be matriarch.
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Jirk
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Physical Description: Jirk has a small rounded face with little beady eyes and a cheeky grin that's hard to wipe off his face. His hair is blond and shoulder long and he has brown eyebrows.
Clothes and Equipment: Jirk weark a green striped pants and a flowing red mantel with elaborate patterns that covers a white tunic. His alpaca is similarly well fitted with satchels, a neck scarf and colorful additions to the rains and and such. He always has his silver flute somewhere nearby.
Allegiances: Upstanding Citizen's Brigade
Registered: Nov 1, 2018 23:14:40 GMT -8
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Post by Jirk on Dec 29, 2018 8:22:59 GMT -8
Even the alpaca made little exited jumps and Jirk opened his mouth wide as the magical fireworks reflected in his little beady eyes. The colors, the stars and the bright light had Jirk salivating slightly from the corner of his mouth mightily impressed by the show.
"Look, look at that, Paco!" Jirk exclaimed at pointed at the fiery sky as the alpaca snorted and grunted in excitement. "They are so violent here!" Jirk said and chuckled with a girly 'teehee'. "And I LOVE IT, paco! They are actively showing all the poor plebs of the city how meager and puny they are in the eyes of their overlords and how very afraid each and everyone of them should be if they step out of line!" Jirk tutored the alpaca and patted him on the back.
"Luckily we don't have to care about that because we aren't citizens, so we can do what we want ain't that right Paco? They should at least treat their guests right!" he said and smiled. "What did you say, Paco? The overlord witch's speech was good too?" he said before 'teehee'ing' again in a monotone voice. "I didn't hear that drivel at all, but if you say so, Paco!" Jirk said and was about to turn around when the alpaca bleated.
"Ohh..? Are you sure? ABSOLUTELY sure..?" he asked and leaned forward putting his ear all the way down to its mouth and nodded while listening intently. "If you SAY so Paco..!" and stepped up on the back of the alpaca just able to peer over the heads of the crowd as he tip toed spotting Naoki at the base of the huge log. "Oh oh yes! I see her, she's still there!" Jirk said excited. "Let's hope you're right and that she has candy. I LOVE candy!" Jirk said and picked up his flute playing a merry jingle as he and his alpaca made their way through the crowd heading towards Naoki - even if it took quite a jump over both barrier and authorities the alpaca had overcome such obstacles before and would not be easily dissuaded.
"Weeee!" Jirk cheered as his alpaca set off into a leap over the barrier and any guards that might try to place themselves in his way.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Dec 29, 2018 13:37:37 GMT -8
Montag was jerked back to reality from wondering about the finer points of bachelorhood and how it affected the relationship between young, beautiful, wonderful... by the tugging on his sleeve. He started softly, "Oh! Yes, yes you can. Harvey's been keeping me up to date with your condition, and you should be able to have some without ill effects... in moderation of course."
He felt himself rambling yet again, perhaps a symptom of the nature of the eggnog mixed with the heady scent of juniper taking over his senses. He let go of her arm just for a moment to reach for a crystal goblet and the ladle for the mulled wine sitting nearly haphazardly on the side. He ladled about two-thirds of the goblet full before resetting the ladle to its precarious position. He was half tempted to serve himself a glass but he figured that eggnog plus mulled wine on top of Juniper equaled disaster.
Instead he grabbed two sugar cookies and offered one and the mulled wine to her, "Here you go. And if it proves too strong, here's a cookie to help with that." If only they made a cookie for you, he thought rather mischievously, but he doubted they could make one strong enough.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Dec 29, 2018 22:10:39 GMT -8
Juniper smiled happily as she took what he offered to her humming softly as the warm liquid inside the glass spread into her fingers that were just beginning to feel a chill from the frigid air around them. The sweet butteryness wafting off the sugar cookie she accepted from Montag warmed her as well almost as much as his presence at her side did. Her side had felt frigid when he left her for the few seconds to get the treats. Instinctually- and purely out of preservation! She was still healing thus, she didn't modulate her temperature as well as she typically could!- she leaned back into him, nestling in. She snuck into the spot between his side and his outstretched arm before he replaced it at his side.
"Cold." She merely said in explanation before turned her attention back to the sweets. As she brought the goblet up to her lips to take a sip she could almost excuse the shock of color on her cheek for the steam coming off the drink as she sipped it. She hummed softly in approval as she swallowed the rich liquid. "Yummy."
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Dec 30, 2018 10:42:59 GMT -8
Montag's eyes grew wide as Kaelie split the gap between his arm and side, partly because of how cold she felt the poor thing must nearly be freezing to death out here. But mostly it was due to how right it seemed, as if a million different unasked questions were answered all at once in one simple action. At least for him.
What if she doesn't feel it too a rather daring thought crossed his mind. One that wasn't answered and yet had been there since nearly the beginning of this whole cascade of memories and emotions and confusion. He couldn't help but pay heed to it now, because while before it had been buried underneath all the rest, now it stood stark and clear. A withering question, one that seemed to gnaw and bite and growl with impatience the longer it lingered.
"It is," he mumbled quietly to both her responses, feeling the cold all too well now despite Juniper burrowing herself closer into him.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Dec 30, 2018 12:38:51 GMT -8
Kaelie was quiet as she sipped the wine and took some nibbles out of the cookie as she tried to think of something to say. For some reason everything felt a touch tense between them though she didn't know why. Had she been too forward? I mean... She was entitled to some cuddl- insulation. She'd saved his life, it was the least he could do.
Not like she could say that out loud though. But the awkwardness... She'd heard some bits of human small talk. Maybe that would diffuse things?
"So uhm... How's the apartment and...everything. Are you eating? And sleeping? Nice not to have a roommate right? You can invite other humans over again." Even as she spoke she felt a bit of cringe building up. What was she even saying anymore. "I mean, you could've when I was there. I could just like... pretend not to listen or...like step out.." STOP STOP STOP. She trailed off as her internal monologue started screaming at her and she took a deep sip of her wine staring forward determinedly now. That definitely made it worse.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Dec 30, 2018 14:30:07 GMT -8
Montag slowly realized that his arm was still held at a rather awkward angle, and slowly but surely lowered to around her shoulders. He felt her body growing tense, perhaps from having to be near him, perhaps because he was an idiot who didn't know how to read her, to know what she was thinking... whatever the reason, he gently began to rub the side of her arm with his hand around her shoulders.
"Well," he chuckled softly,"I'm sure the plants missed you quite a bit, they were watered on schedule and taken care of, but I'm sure they prefer you to me," he began somewhat awkwardly, "and yes, I've been eating. Sleeping is another matter but that's neither here nor there."
He paused, trying to think how best to phrase this next part as he looked down at her. Was there a way to be diplomatic? Or perhaps bluntly was the best way? "... And I've missed you too."
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Dec 30, 2018 16:18:16 GMT -8
Kaelie paused her internal scolding, having been only half listening to Montag when she heard the last words from Montag. They cut through her haze and before she could even attempt to make herself not look so eager, she blurted out- "You actually missed me as well?"
Her eyes widened as she realized what she said. As well. Meaning she also had missed him. The words had come out and she knew that that must be what she meant but still... it gave her pause as she stared up at him, shocked at the revelation from both herself and him.
They... missed each other. Meaning they... enjoyed each other's company? Or-
"I-I mean... Well... Yes I meant that. But I..." She stammered trying to find heads or tails of this rather odd situation she had stumbled into.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Dec 30, 2018 16:45:16 GMT -8
Montag looked down at her, his eyes wide with shock at the revelation. The withering question seemed to shrink a bit before the light of truth, and knot that Montag had not been aware of constricting and tightening in his chest and gut seemed to slacken. Perhaps he wasn't such a fool he thought he was?
A bit hurriedly, he picked up where her stammering left off, "Of course I missed you! I- I don't know how to explain myself. I sat by your bed everyday, hoping I could talk to you, to hear your voice again. Every day seemed like an eternity without you. I dunno how I managed that month apart honestly, aside from the hope I could be near you again."
He stopped, wondering if he said too much or if he was moving too fast, but the small confirmation that perhaps she was like him, in that they didn't know about how the other felt, was more than he could've hoped for.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Dec 30, 2018 23:04:41 GMT -8
Kaelie blinked as she looked at him and started to try and unpack everything that he had just said. Her first reaction was perhaps a bit surprising as she reached out and touched her hand to his forehead. "...Are you sure you're not ill? Or sleep deprived? What did you drink last?" She questioned as she looked up at him.
Could you really blame her though? Kaelie was... well... herself. Half the time even she acknowledged she was awful to him. So perhaps she would be...compromised in her feelings for him. But he...
She gave a soft sigh before she dropped her hand and turned back to her abandoned drink, taking a hefty swig of it, downing half the glass only to regret it moments later. It was weaker than she was used to, but she wasn't exactly in the best shape or mindset. "I need to sit down." She mumbled moments later holding her head lightly feeling abit dizzy, both from her thoughts and the drink.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
_______________________________________________________
Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Dec 31, 2018 14:26:39 GMT -8
Montag was puzzled that she thought he wasn't in the right state of mind. This was the first time in a long time that things started to seem correct, that everything seemed to line up. That was, until she took too big of a swig. "Oh Dear, hold onto me, okay?" he pleaded with her gently as he led her round behind the table. He took the glass from her as well and set it back on the table, so it didn't get broken in the transition.
Every fire wagon had hidden compartments galore for the stashing of gear and hoses and other tools of the trade. Leading her to the rear of the wagon closest to the table, he grabbed one of the quite shiny steel handles, turned, and eased the rather big lid down to reveal several canvas hoses folded on top of each other.
There were two struts on either side of the lid to keep it from falling completely open. It was rather large, and could comfortably serve as a rather average sized table if the crew felt like getting a tongue lashing for mishandling government property from Montag. He helped ease her to a sitting position and joined her on the lid himself, still keeping close to her to keep her warm.
Still gently rubbing her shoulder, he asked, not really able to stop himself from doing so at this point, "Why did you drink so much?"
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