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 Jan 11, 2019 21:19:02 GMT -8
She merely smiled softly as she exhaled and pressed her body close to his. Her head came to rest comfortably on his chest, her eyes falling to half mast as she swayed along with him. She sighed softly as she listened to his heart beat in time with the music. "I do... but I prefer this rhythm. It's become my new favorite."
Kaelie of course knew how to dance, what did you take her for? But never really with a partner. She was slow to embrace it but quickly adapted to his motions and the rhythm.
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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 Jan 14, 2019 19:18:14 GMT -8
Another wave of happiness spread throughout him, radiating out to Kaelie through that same heartbeat. Luckily his magical essence was doing the communicating instead of his actual heart beat, otherwise that would probably be of medical concern. He bent his head down and kissed the top of her hair as he slowly spun them around in a circle to the music, humming the tune to keep time with it.
He paused his humming for a moment as he quietly asked her, "Are you wanting to go back to the Fire Department tonight... or would you like to come home. With me?"
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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 Jan 15, 2019 22:52:41 GMT -8
Kaelie's eyes widened a bit as she watched the people around them, still swaying slowly to the beat, following he firefighters lead. The question gave her pause. She had been cleared earlier by the healers that she didn't need to be under frequent observation anymore and that she could move around freely as she wished. So ideally she could return home.
Home. Since when had the human den of evil become... home. She'd wanted for months to go back to the forest, to see her sisters and return to her life. But now all of a sudden...none of that seemed so important anymore.
Kaelie squeezed Montag tighter as she buried her face in his chest, before slowly nodding, her eyelids falling shut. "Yes... Yes I do. Can I come home?"
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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 Jan 16, 2019 20:23:21 GMT -8
Montag could feel her hesitation for the few heartbeats where she pondered in silence, almost making him question everything he had done to that point. Had he pushed too far too fast? Did his intentions come off as ubtowards.
Juniper disentangled all those worries with her simple question. A small smile of relief answered, “Of course you can come home dear.”
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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 Jan 19, 2019 13:51:18 GMT -8
Kaelie smiled as she gave a relieved sigh, nuzzling tenderly in his chest. "Finally." She sighed as she moved with him slowly still to the tempo of the bard's playing.It was slowing becoming obvious she was starting to get tired from a mixture of being outside for the first time in several weeks and because of her recovering body. "The firehouse isn't the most comfortable place to live. I... missed going home with you."
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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 Jan 19, 2019 19:03:30 GMT -8
A semi-sweet, semi-sad smile crossed his face as he went back to thinking about their month apart. Those walks home had seemed to be miles longer than they ought to have, without her next to him, sharing a smile or even a frown as they passed their usual haunts. The apartment had been even worst, a frigid ice box without her natural warmth. Even the little efforts of manually starting the fire for making meals seemed to be missing her flair.
A bit tiredly himself, "I'm all too aware of that the firehouse being no place to live. And I missed you so much as well... do you want to go home now?"
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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 Jan 19, 2019 21:57:44 GMT -8
"... I might be... A little sleepy..." She admitted still not lifting her head from his chest. And why would she? He was warm, solid, comfortable, and stable. She was stubborn as always not wanting to admit she was just as vulnerable as he could be sometimes. "I mean, if you have to stay here and socialize that's fine too. I can just nap in the engine or something." She mumbled softly. "But I know you aren't as spritely as I am too begin with and you ought to be getting to bed soon too." She mused deflecting a bit.
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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 Jan 20, 2019 8:18:55 GMT -8
Montag couldn't read women, and he had particular difficulties reading this particular fae woman, but when a hint as big as her heart was lobbed at him he could catch that. "Well I think I fulfilled the minimum amount of socialization to be considered acceptable for polite society," he said to her softly, still swaying to the beat slowly, "Let's get going home dear."
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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 Jan 20, 2019 13:15:23 GMT -8
Kaelie nodded with a happy sigh still clinging to him, her eyes closed. "Finally..." She mumbled as her movements began to slow. Gradually she began slouching on him, somehow nodding off to sleep still standing in his embrace. Her breathing evened out as she dozed in his arms in the frigid cold, feeling warmer than she ever had before.
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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 Jan 20, 2019 13:51:19 GMT -8
Montag would’ve tutted at her for the fact that she had managed to fall asleep standing up, but she was much too adorable to wake up in this state. When he was well and surely convinced that she was asleep, he gently scooped her up and began to navigate through the crowd again, exiting the Plaza in an attempt to find a cab to take them to their apartment.
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Regina Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 57
Physical Description: Regina is a rather average woman, standing at 5'8" with a slightly lithe figure. She's a bit pale due to extended periods of staying indoors and wearing large, flamboyant hats that keep her in the shade when she goes out.
Like all Fletchers, Regina has silvery white hair. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple.
Though her growing years have taken a toll on her appearance, she doesn't seem quite as old as she is.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most women her age, Regina wears modest, expensive dresses. Though in the confines of her home and the comfort of casual settings her outfits are often elegant and straightforward, formal events allow the woman to tack on unwarranted amounts of decorations and layers onto her outfits.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 20:03:48 GMT -8
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Post by Regina Fletcher on Mar 5, 2019 18:23:24 GMT -8
Though regularly Regina took joy in secluding herself from the masses, she understood that such behavior would get her nowhere with her business. When it came to trade, getting your name out there was incredibly important. Thirty years back she was well known for her skills, but Isra wasn't even built yet. No one knew who the great artificer Regina Fletcher was anymore. In fact, her surname was more infamous than anything else these days.
So, well, it was time to change that at last.
Gathered in the plaza was Regina, an older woman with frosty white hair tied into a decorative fishtail braid. Instead of an evening dress, she wore a dark pair of breeches and a plum tunic decorated with gems at the neck. A pair of well-crafted leather boots completed the look, tying just beneath the knee. If one wasn't mistaken, the woman could have easily passed as an adventurer in her youth.
Behind her was a small carriage holding a variety of items: shields, weapons, masks, and other such curious items. Standing beside her was a pale-skinned young man and a woman with hair like poppies. She was much taller than the lanky boy, and much his opposite with skin like chestnuts and a bright, ever-grinning smile, overshadowing his dim, slouched form.
Walking ahead, the older woman held up a hand to calm the crowd that had formed. "Welcome. I am Regina Fletcher-" she paused at as mutters fluttered through the people around them. She heard a small titter among them and chose to ignore it, saying "Most of you don't know who I am and affiliate me with a well-known family in this city. Today I will attempt to set myself apart from them and ask for you to distinguish me for my skills. In this cart, I have several items that I have not only enchanted, but also forged and put together."
As Regina gestured to the cart the meek boy procured a shield. "Do we have any mages in the crowd? May I call you up?"
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Ameer Kahnap
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 50
Physical Description: ========================================
Standing at 5'7 and 142 lbs, Ameer has fit into old age like a glove. He has a darker complexion, medium length black and silver hair that is usually tucked in some form of headgear, and a full beard that he wishes to grow out more but is shot down constantly by most everyone in the caravan. He does walk with the help of a cane, sporting a giraffe head on the handle
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Clothes and Equipment: ========================================
While traveling between towns, Ameer will have more traditional clothing found in his homeland, long sleeved shirts and work pants with some form of pancho and headwear to protect him from the sun.
While on the job however, Ameer will wear his finest robes and attire. A fish scale leather shirt with a purple robes and blue sashes are his personal favorite
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Ameer carries a scimitar while traveling
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Allegiances: The Sargisian Caravan
Registered: Feb 28, 2019 21:49:24 GMT -8
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Post by Ameer Kahnap on Mar 7, 2019 13:50:01 GMT -8
The caravan had set up outside the city, most of the members were either preparing tents, unboxing goods or going into town to see what their competition would be like. Ameer had chose the latter. The bustling markets were always exciting for him, so much so he bothered to put something a little nicer on for the occasion, an orange purple overcoat with a red sash and black pants covered him. Years of working behind the counter handy dulled the hustle and bustle of peoples lives in the slightest for him. As he walked past shops and stands, he noted how much of each item he saw, the varying prices, how clean the area was, what was the general attitude of the merchant to client and vice versa. Ameer would need to encourperate all these quickly into his own practices, he knew people were generally suspicious of anyone who wasnt from there. He'd learn to quack, waddle and swim like a duck if it ment making a better sale.
Reaching the carriage, Ameer found himself intrigued. Sounded like the vendor was going to start her sales pitch, he figured that hearing his competition might give him some better ideas. She had to have been new, dispite her clothing it was clear they were new and unworn. She to be using her personal position as a selling point, though he found people saying "I'm well off, buy from me." as rather unconventional... Matthew eyed the shield that had been brought up, cursing that Lee wasnt there. He was a much better judge of magical items than Ameer was
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Regina Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 57
Physical Description: Regina is a rather average woman, standing at 5'8" with a slightly lithe figure. She's a bit pale due to extended periods of staying indoors and wearing large, flamboyant hats that keep her in the shade when she goes out.
Like all Fletchers, Regina has silvery white hair. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple.
Though her growing years have taken a toll on her appearance, she doesn't seem quite as old as she is.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most women her age, Regina wears modest, expensive dresses. Though in the confines of her home and the comfort of casual settings her outfits are often elegant and straightforward, formal events allow the woman to tack on unwarranted amounts of decorations and layers onto her outfits.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 20:03:48 GMT -8
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Post by Regina Fletcher on Apr 2, 2019 11:10:53 GMT -8
Regina smirked as a young, fox-featured woman approached. She had a head full of blonde hair and wore airy, sleeveless robes. She smiled brightly at the older woman.
"I am Ti'el. My magic uses nature. Will that work?" she asked.
The artificer nodded. "As long as you can attack with it." She pointed to the pale skinned boy, ordering him to arm himself with a shield. With a bit of scrabbling, he did just that, picking one with a large blue gem in the center. With a bit of a struggle, he hefted it in front of him.
"Now, if you would, launch an attack at my apprentice."
Ti'el's ears pointed back when she heard this. "He won't get hurt?"
The older woman stifled a laugh. "I dare you to try."
Somewhat hesitantly, the fox-girl pointed her hands in front of her. The air around her shimmered green as she summoned the magic from within her. The ground at their feet rumbled, and then-
Fwoosh!
A torrent of greenery exploded from the ground and rocketed toward the boy, smashing into his shield with a thunderous slam. Such force should have caused the boy to go flying... and yet, there he stood, just barely buckling beneath the weight of the shield. The vines and flowers that made up the greenery diverted its course and spewed to the sides, eventually turning altogether to turn towards Ti'el. Seeing this, the fox-girl canceled the spell swiftly, and the foliage disappeared into the same shimmering light that had surrounded her seconds before.
The crowd hummed their approval. Regina was glowing.
"That is just the beginning. Thnank you for volunteering, young lady. Can I have someone else up here, now? Anyone will do."
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Barran
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 16
Physical Description: Slender, on the short side, relatively frail. Wavy brown hair, green eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears nice royal blue robes and carries around a satchel of medicinal herbs and potions. He has a dagger for self-defense, and a little pet wind-up toy named Charles.
Allegiances: Charles, his clockwork pet; Vessia, his homeland.
Player's online availability : Most evenings
Registered: May 31, 2019 6:24:30 GMT -8
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Post by Barran on Jun 2, 2019 9:06:28 GMT -8
Barran eventually found himself in the Plaza, a bustling hubbub of curious peoples from all over. If there was anywhere the young healer could find a job, here was as good a place as any!
Good thing, too. That lodge cost a fair bit more than he'd been expecting. He could pay for it, but his money would only last so long. He really hoped somebody would have need of his services.
He didn't even notice the hunter from the lodge following him...
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Isengrin
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 19
Physical Description: Isengrin is short, stocky, and somewhat muscular. He is a hobbit. He has sharp green eyes and short dirty blond hair. He often wears a dark green traveling cloak, which covers up his light armor.
Clothes and Equipment: Dark green cloak covering leather and metal armor. He wields a crossbow and two short swords, and a quiver is slung across his back.
Allegiances: None
Player's online availability : Available, but activity.
Registered: May 29, 2019 6:25:30 GMT -8
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Post by Isengrin on Jun 2, 2019 10:18:34 GMT -8
Isengrin smiled slightly as he entered the plaza. It was the perfect place to keep hidden and follow Barran. But there were always the odd thief and burglar... he would have to be careful.
Hand on the hilt of one of his swords, Isengrin made his way through the plaza, his short stature allowing him to slip between people easily.
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Azaran the Wanderer
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 22
Physical Description: Azaran is a white male of an average height with a muscular, yet somewhat thin, build. He has short, black, somewhat messy hair, and has what seem to be light purple eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a metal helmet with what seem to be a point of sorts on each side of the head, and a star-shaped face opening, only with the bottom between the two points also missing, and the top point being smaller than the others. Along with this is a metal helmet with shoulder pauldrons, along with open-face metal gauntlets and metal boots, all adorned with black designing, along with tan pants and a white shirt underneath, both padded. He carries a heater shield, a hand and a half sword, and what seems to be a black colored hook-like weapon, shaped like a question marked with a 'c' shape on the back side, the top loop coming right off of the main one and being longer than the bottom loop. This Hook, known as the Hook of Azaran, has the ability to create an ethereal-looking purple chain off the top of the Hook, able to increase length farther to quite a long distance, and ending with a bladed hook. The chain is almost weightless and very sharp. Other than this, he carries a small satchel containing a small amount of food, a flask for water, and a very small amount of coin.
Allegiances: Whoever asks for his help, he will help, if he deems their request to be benevolent in nature.
Player's online availability : EST. Mondays between 2 and 5 or so, Tue-Fri after 2, if at all, The rest of my schedule is so hectic it's hard to tell when I'll have time to be on.
Registered: Jun 18, 2019 17:26:08 GMT -8
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Post by Azaran the Wanderer on Jun 20, 2019 8:58:45 GMT -8
Azaran entered the plaza, admiring the architecture and sheer scale of the city as he passed through, eyeing different peddlers to see if they had any supplies he might require. In this search, he made sure to also keep an eye out for anyone who might be in need of help, and anywhere his assistance would be appreciated.
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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 Jul 31, 2019 18:00:35 GMT -8
The Empress emerges from a nondescript side street to enter the Central Plaza. Flanking her are two Imperial Sentinels, in comparison to which she seems rather small. For this occasion, on what is seemingly a typical day, she has chosen to wear one of her favorite sweaterdresses.
And she stands there, just inside the plaza, observing the other plaza-goers. Entering in such a manner, her presence isn’t immediately apparent, which allows her to observe the everyday business going on. It’s mostly merchants hawking their wares and those out to purchase said wares, but The Plaza is also a gathering place for the different groups that inhabit Isra. It’s probably not an accurate representation of the city at large, but considering it as such is a comforting thought to have.
After meandering around to find a good spot, The Empress decides that she would like to have a seat. Approaching one of the benches that circle the plaza, she seats herself. The Sentinels stand on either side of the bench, and are still rather large and spear-toting.
Sitting there on the bench, The Empress continues to observe the plaza. A bit of a hubbub is starting to ripple about as plaza-goers notice “The Empress is sitting on that bench,” but considering how she’s just sort of… sitting there, no one is prompted to start screaming or hollering. They’re not quite sure what to do about it, because she’s just… sitting there, looking at them. Some people back off to give her space and a good number stare, but the majority of those assembled eventually continue about their business.
The Empress, for her part, sits there. Aside from her ever-present aura of smugness, it’s difficult to discern if she has any sort of intention or purpose in mind. She’s just… sitting there.
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Kejar Lons Hallaltsan
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
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Kejar is by no means large or small, he is but of an average height and has a lean body. He travels by wagon frequently, carrying goods from place to place in order to make a profit, because of this he is used to carrying awkward and heavy merchandise.
Kejar has two pointed ears and short light brown hair. His skin is lightly tanned, and he has emerald green eyes.
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Kejar wears a a single colored medium tan button-up shirt, that he often rolls up the sleeves on. He wears grey trousers and will roll them up to below his knees, during hot and humid weather.
Kejar by occupation is a travelling merchant and so he uses a small wagon to carry his wares from town to town, even camping temporarily by roadside when night falls. Therefore, he regularly has camping supplies stored on his wagon, such as a shovel and a small hatchet to collect firewood. He keeps wares in wooden crates and a few barrels, depending of the respective ware. He has a money patch hooked onto his brown leather belt. For defense he carries a hunting knife and a medium weight sword, similar to that of a rapier called a “sidesword”.
Allegiances: Mainly to himself
Player's online availability : This is always in flux
Registered: Jul 27, 2019 11:02:45 GMT -8
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Post by Kejar Lons Hallaltsan on Sept 19, 2019 17:48:35 GMT -8
Kejar takes his wagon to the central plaza. He comments to Xissk, "Honestly, I would choose a more earthy color, like any tans or browns out there. Dying your scales would also be very useful.... and perhaps an investment in an arming sword would do you good. I could sell your old swords, or keep them hidden in a cloth covering, and I could teach you what I was taught about swordsmanship."
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Xissk
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 17
Physical Description: Short and stout. Xissk has a short, round face with orang eyes and olive-green scales. He has three talons on the end of each of his feet and hands.
Clothes and Equipment: Xissk wears a black tunic and a white and grey cloak in the design of bird's wings. He carries two katanas and has a walking stick that separates into a three-section staff.
He also wields shurikens.
Registered: Jun 27, 2019 8:22:35 GMT -8
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Post by Xissk on Sept 19, 2019 18:35:21 GMT -8
Xissk chuckled.
"I know enough about using swords, but I really appreciate the offer... I'm sure our styles are very different." He unclasped his cloak and folded it up, patting it.
"An earthy brown is a good idea... perhaps a little more yellow. I haven't seen many brown of my kind, it's rather rare. Yellow's much more common."
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Kejar Lons Hallaltsan
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
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Kejar is by no means large or small, he is but of an average height and has a lean body. He travels by wagon frequently, carrying goods from place to place in order to make a profit, because of this he is used to carrying awkward and heavy merchandise.
Kejar has two pointed ears and short light brown hair. His skin is lightly tanned, and he has emerald green eyes.
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Kejar wears a a single colored medium tan button-up shirt, that he often rolls up the sleeves on. He wears grey trousers and will roll them up to below his knees, during hot and humid weather.
Kejar by occupation is a travelling merchant and so he uses a small wagon to carry his wares from town to town, even camping temporarily by roadside when night falls. Therefore, he regularly has camping supplies stored on his wagon, such as a shovel and a small hatchet to collect firewood. He keeps wares in wooden crates and a few barrels, depending of the respective ware. He has a money patch hooked onto his brown leather belt. For defense he carries a hunting knife and a medium weight sword, similar to that of a rapier called a “sidesword”.
Allegiances: Mainly to himself
Player's online availability : This is always in flux
Registered: Jul 27, 2019 11:02:45 GMT -8
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Post by Kejar Lons Hallaltsan on Sept 20, 2019 7:23:36 GMT -8
"Learning different styles isn't as bad as you're thinking, in fact I believe it could make you a bit more dangerous," Kejar bluntly states, "You desire to help our mutual friend, no? Then get on with it and become someone who can protect their loved ones. Be what I couldn't be. Be more than a man on a wagon, who sells his wares with no honest goal set in his heart!"
Kejar stops, he had begun to break into a yell. He sighs taking in a deep break, letting the air fill his lungs and send the oxygen through his veins. He lets out the sigh and calmly says, "There are things that I've done in this world that I look back on and regret that I was ever alive. Things that I will not utter as they're quite honestly dangerous things. I left my home to reap reward, to return to my own father rich in piles of gold. I was so hell bent of proving him that I was right that I lost the morality of a decent man. I fell into a place I should never have even looked at. I know you have your own burdens, your own obstacles of this life, but know this. Know that your decisions and how you act upon them decide who you are. Never murder, only kill when you need to, when the situation arises and the only alternative is ending a life in order to save many lives. When one man threatens to take away those you care about protect them and know that you did the right thing. Yes... it is a hard thing, no one ever said it was easy."
The merchant stops again, "I'm sorry where were we?" He ponders for a moment, "Right, we were going to get you a new cloak." He takes his wagon setting off for a clothing shop. |
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