Zar the Rat
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 53
Physical Description: Zar is a broad shoulder man with a scar on his right eye, making that eye blind. His hair has turned white, showing his age and he rarely cuts it. He stands about 6 feet tall and is decently fit. Zar does keep hs hair brushed and neatly clean.
Clothes and Equipment: Zar is a dealer of the black markets. He wears a black jacket and a green scarf. He keeps a rather clean appearance so he can make his customers as comfortable as possible. Zar is an experienced fighter, he’s just as comfortable fighting and armed assassin barehanded and armed. He usually carries a dagger with him to make things a bit easier.
Allegiances: himself
Player's online availability : always in flux
Registered: Sept 9, 2019 9:17:51 GMT -8
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Post by Zar the Rat on Sept 20, 2019 7:25:56 GMT -8
Zar leans against a stone wall. His attention was called forth when he heard a voice beginning to raise itself. He looks and sees an all too familiar face. It was that merchant he had taught. "Interesting...."
Zar decides it might do him well to pay that merchant a visit after all these years.
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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 21, 2019 17:45:11 GMT -8
Xissk nods in agreement.
"Yes, right. New cloak." He set his old cloak aside and began to unstrap the belt that held his katanas.
"I suppose learning a new style can't hurt." he replied thoughtfully. "You're most likely right. Perhaps I could even work to create a fusion style..." He shrugged as he continued his work, setting his beloved swords aside.
"I'll need a new sword, too, though. Don't worry about paying for it. I have enough money."
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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 25, 2019 19:11:29 GMT -8
Kejar nods, "Good to know, but just letting you know. I was never considering paying for anything, that being said we do have options when it comes to clothing. I'll need to do some research on it, but I believe I know a shop that might let us do wha-"
He stopped, frozen. Kejar stares at the silver-haired man that was simply walking towards them. It was like he's seeing a ghost. To him it was the man that taught him everything, that showed him the shadows of this world, but the outsider he would appear as a well dressed man, with a decent amount of riches.
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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 30, 2019 10:29:16 GMT -8
"Kejar? You alright?" Xissk asked.
"What's wrong?"
He gripped the handle of one of his katanas.
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Zar the Rat
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 53
Physical Description: Zar is a broad shoulder man with a scar on his right eye, making that eye blind. His hair has turned white, showing his age and he rarely cuts it. He stands about 6 feet tall and is decently fit. Zar does keep hs hair brushed and neatly clean.
Clothes and Equipment: Zar is a dealer of the black markets. He wears a black jacket and a green scarf. He keeps a rather clean appearance so he can make his customers as comfortable as possible. Zar is an experienced fighter, he’s just as comfortable fighting and armed assassin barehanded and armed. He usually carries a dagger with him to make things a bit easier.
Allegiances: himself
Player's online availability : always in flux
Registered: Sept 9, 2019 9:17:51 GMT -8
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Post by Zar the Rat on Oct 4, 2019 12:27:43 GMT -8
Zar smiles as he wants closer to Kejar and the lizardman, "Kejar.... it's been such a long time. It is good to see you. I haven't seen you after all these years." The silver haired man glances at the lizardman, "And it seems that you've gained a companion."
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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 Oct 4, 2019 12:31:35 GMT -8
Kejar's face contorts showing a deep anger, "Stop the small talk what do you want? Zar..."
Kejar''s hand goes onto his sword's a handle, he obviously saw this man as a threat. Kejar eyes narrowed as he grip tightened.
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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 Oct 6, 2019 7:35:23 GMT -8
Xissk hopped out of the cart, having quickly strapped on his katana belt.
His hand rested on the handle of his longer katana.
"Kejar, who's this guy?" He asked, staring unblinkingly at Zar.
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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 Oct 12, 2019 19:54:11 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. After a brief and questionably-intentional catnap, The Empress rises from the bench and stretches, looking up to see that several hours have passed. The last purple hues of the sunset are receding down into the horizon, and the stars are starting to come out. There are far fewer citizens in the plaza before her, everyone has gone home for dinner, eaten it, and most of the children are probably asleep by now. Although the worst of them would never dare step foot in The Central Plaza, some of the moderately less scrupulous have emerged from their dens and now linger around the edges of the light, peddling, conspiring, and making ready for those things best done under the cover of darkness. What those things might be — Naoki knows full well, but she doesn’t very much care. Such things are below her and have now taken on an almost endearing element, as just another part of Isra and its life as a city. Regardless, there’s nothing more for her to not do here. Stifling a yawn with the back of her hand, Naoki starts toward The Citadel, mind beginning to consider what manner of Imperial Shenanigans she will perpetrate tonight. |
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Kejar Lons Hallaltsan
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
Physical Description: ———————————————————————————————————————————————————
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.
Clothes and Equipment: ———————————————————————————————————————————————————
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 Oct 20, 2019 14:40:20 GMT -8
Kejar sighs taking in a deep breath and allowing his diaphragm to expand. He looks at his current travelling partner and releases a sigh, "That... my friend is the opposite of who we want to meet here."
Kejar thinks, trying to ponder what he could do. A) Run away, B) Persuade the thing(Zar) to go away, C)attack.
He decides that "plan b" would be best. The merchant looks the rat straight in the eye,
"It has been a while.... and it would be better if you ignored me."
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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 Oct 25, 2019 19:45:02 GMT -8
Xissk turned his gaze upon Zar, his reptilian eyes staring unblinkingly into the other man's own eyes.
"Do what he says." Xissk threateningly says, a hint of a reptilian hiss creeping into his words.
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92 
Age: 25
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale, Vasco is your typical, run-of-the-mill vampire. He's got a head of choppy blonde hair that drops down his back, often held together in a ponytail.
His eyes are a pale, icy green, yet in times of thirst they bleed an angry red.
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Clothes and Equipment: It goes without saying that Vasco prefers the color black. His armor, made mostly of leather, includes a small shoulder plate and a mithril vambrace on his right arm. Now and again, when he feels that making an entrance is more important than stealth, he dons a cape.
Vasco carries a rapier with him that carries a venom in the blade. Every time it breeches skin, a bit of it will enter the bloodstream, introducing a neurotoxin that will paralyze a small area.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 21:15:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vasco Correa on Jan 21, 2020 9:20:34 GMT -8
Vasco walked with Loralyn out into the vast plaza, keeping her entertained with a bit of small talk. Some of it was about hobbies, his own including dueling, adventuring, and entertaining young ladies like her with small talk. He pressed on to ask Loralyn about her own, though he knew the list would be nothing but mundane. All the same, this woman made the mundane fascinating.
In one of the alcoves next to the roads, there were two musicians. One was a woman dressed in white robes with dark wings stretching out from her hips. Her hair was braided in a crown around her head, adorned with a red and white ribbon that was topped with a golden trinket shaped like a sun. It looked rather expensive, as did the solid gold lyre she held in her hands.
To her left, there was a man in a foreign garb that was complete with furs and brightly patterned cotton. His long hair was put up in a loose bun, leaving strands to spider out against his neck. An impish smile slid across his face as he exchanged glances with the woman. Their eyes gleamed, mischief sparking between them.
He raised his flute to his lips, she balanced her lyre on her lap, and what should have been a romantic sonnet played by the world's gentlest instruments came, instead, a fiery uproar. It was fast and so unlike the chamber music that so many were accustomed to, rife with exotic chords and a thrumming that heated the blood like a spice.
The vampire looked to the show, then to Loralyn, eyes questioning.
"Dancing is another one of my talents," he said to her, offering a hand. "You have a Rondi accent, so I assume it is yours as well."
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Loralyn
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 21
Physical Description: Loralyn stands at a modest 5'5" and is elegantly proportioned into a pear shape. Her hair falls in contained blonde ringlets that tend to bounce along with her motions.She has deep brown eyes that seem to constantly be assessing and analyzing a situation.
Clothes and Equipment: She is typically seen wearing gowns befitting of a tavern singer. She tries to keep herself as modest as possible while keeping her allure. She often wears heels to accentuate her height.
Registered: Dec 17, 2018 16:22:15 GMT -8
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Post by Loralyn on Jan 22, 2020 12:06:17 GMT -8
Loralyn's eyes and ears were open wide as she walked along the avenue with Vasco at her side, she still listened to him dutifully, engaging him with his small talk, and listening as was polite for a lady, but her eyes were full of just wonder. She still felt the thrill of adrenaline that came from having evaded her father's guards and it just made everything brighter. She spoke with him with her deep eyes shining with too many emotions to name, talking about the activities that she'd spent her life doing trapped in her home.
No, not trapped, she reminded herself quickly. Her father was just worried for her safety and wanted the best for her. And it was her home, and he was her father so how could she possibly trapped? That path of thought died though when Vasco said something that drew another small laugh from her and they wandered out into the vast plaza. Her eyes widened yet again as she looked around in wonder at the enormous place. She'd heard again of the place from her nannies, nurses and guards, but she'd never thought that she'd get to see it. Especially not like this illuminated from the night by city lights.
And all the people. She could hardly believe it as her eyes flicked around seeing so many people, bustling around, talking, eating, lounging, selling. It was so different than the tavern had been. But she found she enjoyed it all the more.
And then...
Then the music started up. Her eyes widened at the fiery tune that carried over on the wind to them from the winged woman and the man in clothes in a style she'd never seen. It set her blood alight from the easy state of wonder she'd been in. At Vasco's question she blinked back up at him breaking from the daze she'd been in. Her body had already begun to sway just slightly with the rhythm.
"Can you really hear it?" She asked with a slight smile as she covered her mouth with her hand. Her accent was no where near as thick as her father's as she'd been raised in Isra but still there was a slight hum to her words. She was still smiling as she lowered her hand and took Vasco's without hesitation this time. His company was getting more familiar. It felt like she'd known him longer than the few hours she'd spent with him already. " Nevertheless... I do know how to dance... but I've never really... danced like this." She mused, referring to the fact she was in a strange place, with so many strange faces, a strange foreign yet so familiar tune playing. She knew the structure of the waltz and ballroom dance well and she may have learned a more traditional dance native to Rondon before her father had gotten wind of it, but she'd never danced outside of the hall in her home at her father's parties.
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Kali'Xena
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Physical Description: Kali'xena has unmistakable, knowing eyes that burn gold. Blue skin with long, wavy blue hair flowing down to her waist, and a pair of curved horns growing vertically. Although she is a tall 5'9", her form is thin and frail, and she is unable to exert herself physically for long, although she still manages to enjoy long walks in the valley.
Clothes and Equipment: She can normally be seen wearing a flowy, pinafore hand-spun and hand-loomed hemp thread dress, and a red-trimmed blue cape. The rest of her ensemble consists of ancient gold jewelry, handed down to the women of her family for a countless generation, depicting a formerly rich heritage.
Allegiances: Av'rae
Registered: Sept 14, 2019 17:27:13 GMT -8
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Post by Kali'Xena on Jan 22, 2020 13:54:54 GMT -8
Kali'xena entered the plaza in a blurry haze, sticking to the walls and corners to go overlooked by the everyday entertainers of the plaza. The familiar blue silk robes trimmed in gold which she was recognized for hid her form well enough, though a dangerous narrative could be assumed to anyone who dared to encroach upon her personal space to peep under the cowl.
It was as though whites of her eyes had been submerged in blue ink, which contrasts with the golden glow of her irises. Tiny blue veins marred her sickly sunken flesh. Her step was small and heavy and she cowered into herself, more so than what was common for the already delicate Av'rae. But the most striking change of all was her hair, which had somehow blanched overnight.
Kali'xena reached out to an imperial guard, beseeching him for a listening ear. The guard must have thought she wasn't more than a frail old woman. Being one to respect his elders, the honorable guard leaned into her to lend his listening ear, in which she whispered, "Hear me, O, noble guard, become one my voice, release your inhibitions, you have no other choice. Take me to the Empress, take me to Her courts, give me an audience, my faithful escort."
The guard stood erect, eyes suddenly glowing gold. He began to move around the crowd and towards the Citadel, where the empress might be found.
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Solie
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Physical Description: A visibly young woman, perhaps almost 20, with dark hair usually drawn into a tail or braids that bounces as low as her waist. Her complexion is fair, though a touch pale, and her eyes are a bright, brilliant amber. She stands roughly 5'3" and not very heavy - having been described as light as "throwing a pillow".
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Clothes and Equipment: Her attire is plain but sturdy for traveling, of simple cloth and leather in a tunic, trousers, bodice, belt, shawl and a feather cloak. A satchel crossing her back and pouches on her hips carry a number of items on her person for her travels. A few items of little use decorate her form - accents and jewelry woven or carved from wood or bone.
The few key items of note include a rather intricate mask wrought in the image of a wise owl with a rather threatening-looking beak that sits atop her head, adorn in very fine fowl feathers. It is clear to any with sensitivity to mana that it holds some magicks. Also, in contrast to her humble attire, there is a single ring on her left middle finger - forged seemingly by an expert smith in silver with a centerpiece shaped like an owl in flight with real amber stones set for the eyes. On the tips of her thumbs, fore and middle fingers are a set of steel rings that settle about the second joints that claw her fingers much like the talons of predator birds.
Beside the talons, she keeps a small number of thin and light steel blades shaped like feathers aligned along the back of her belt for swift access and easy throwing.
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Registered: Jan 8, 2020 23:28:54 GMT -8
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Post by Solie on Jan 22, 2020 22:19:13 GMT -8
Music! It was always enticing to hear, no matter what kind or how many instruments. It was fun to listen to, and a good diddy always made her want to dance. Despite how high she soared, it called to her as if it were right in her ear.
Following the sound, a grey-brown owl swooped low to descend below the higher buildings, circling the square to try and pinpoint the source of the pleasing notes. As soon as she found out the pair of musicians she fluttered around them in search of a perch - finding a higher frame of a shop stall that gave her a perfect view. The animal carefully fluttered down with not a sound, talons gripping the horizontal post to settle down easily. And then she began to bob and bounce, shuffling side to side on occasion with the sway and beat - clicking her sharp beak and hooting softly in tune every so often.
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 25
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale, Vasco is your typical, run-of-the-mill vampire. He's got a head of choppy blonde hair that drops down his back, often held together in a ponytail.
His eyes are a pale, icy green, yet in times of thirst they bleed an angry red.
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Clothes and Equipment: It goes without saying that Vasco prefers the color black. His armor, made mostly of leather, includes a small shoulder plate and a mithril vambrace on his right arm. Now and again, when he feels that making an entrance is more important than stealth, he dons a cape.
Vasco carries a rapier with him that carries a venom in the blade. Every time it breeches skin, a bit of it will enter the bloodstream, introducing a neurotoxin that will paralyze a small area.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 21:15:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vasco Correa on Jan 23, 2020 9:24:48 GMT -8
"No more than a lilt, but you also spoke Rondi at the Starlight Dawn," the vampire told her, reaching for her right hand with his. He spread their palms flat against one another, fingers closed and facing the sky. Seeping into her gaze, he began to push against her, then took a step forward, then another so that they were walking into a circle. Shortly after, he pushed a little harder against her and turned around, reached for her other hand, and duplicated the move. Then, a third time, he pushed once more and curled his fingers into her palm, spinning her in place. When she stopped, her hand remained atop his own between them. He gave her a grin, a waggle of his brows, then pulled her in.
The tempo was fast; much too swift for a waltz, so Vasco needed to improvise. He used waltz steps and changed the speed, fiddled with the pattern. Forward, side, step, step- a sprinkle of tango. He started slow, became consistent with this new sequence, shifted Loralyn's feet gently with his own until she was used to it, too. His hand was gentle but firm on the small of her back, her one true guide throughout the dance. When it pressed against her, she went forward, and when it left her she chased it, stepping back.
Once they were confident with the improvised steps, the real dance began. Step, step- and then he let go, pushing her into a spin while he turned beside her, clapping to the music before they came to face one another and resumed their hold. His head lashed back as he laughed, the glee of the moment getting to him. Now, with the pleasure of being able to focus on her instead of fiddling with the tune, he was able to watch the way her golden hair caught the lantern light around them, or how her clever eyes laid into him. He felt the airiness of her body against his and how her steps feathered one way or the other in tune to his own.
He heard her heart, fluttering like a bird in flight. The rush of her blood through those valves nearly drowned out the sound of the music. He drew her in closer, tightened his grip on her hand-
- but then there was another. Further away, but just as deafening. He paused their twirling to look up in wide-eyed confusion. It wasn't another dancer. There was something wrong with this heart.
After a second of searching he saw her; cloaked in blue and gold, horns sticking up from her hood. His brows pinched. He knew who that was, he swore he did. Perhaps it was the day before? But she was too far away, and soon she was gone, swept away with an Isran guard.
He turned back to Loralyn and apologized. "Thought I saw someone I knew." He shrugged. "Are you enjoying yourself? Dancing like this."
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Loralyn
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 21
Physical Description: Loralyn stands at a modest 5'5" and is elegantly proportioned into a pear shape. Her hair falls in contained blonde ringlets that tend to bounce along with her motions.She has deep brown eyes that seem to constantly be assessing and analyzing a situation.
Clothes and Equipment: She is typically seen wearing gowns befitting of a tavern singer. She tries to keep herself as modest as possible while keeping her allure. She often wears heels to accentuate her height.
Registered: Dec 17, 2018 16:22:15 GMT -8
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Post by Loralyn on Jan 23, 2020 14:16:16 GMT -8
Loralyn's dance instructor had always said she was a natural to the art form. She was light and nimble and picked up the steps as they came, easily incorporating them into her motions. She had little doubt it had to do with the Rondi blood in her veins that heated and flowed with the notes on the air. She'd always enjoyed the moment of freedom that came with a dance even one as structured and formal as the waltz.
But never had it felt this natural to her. From the moment her palm came to slid against Vasco's she was taken. In the beginning yes she felt at a bit of a loss as the styles she knew clashed and melded as Vasco shifted and adjusted and guided her through the motions of this strange dance they moved through. But soon enough as always, her body knew. Vasco's guiding hand hardly did as her motions melded seamlessly with his.
Giddiness filled her as spun and twirled and dipped and gave. The hood of the cloak she wore, long since forgotten amidst a gleeful spin. She felt fluid and freer than she ever had and yet... still grounded by the hand that steadied her and drew her back against his chest. It was so different dancing with a man and she suspected that dancing with Vasco would be different than dancing with another man. She felt breathless and yet filled with so much light and life she had no idea what to do with herself.
When he slowly drew her back in, tightening his grip on her hand, she swore her heart stopped as she stared up at him. There was some feeling in her chest, she couldn't explain, some tightness and warmth she couldn't help. It burned yet didn't but it spread through her body till she swore she could feel it in her fingertips, to her lips. So stuck in the momentary sensation she hardly noticed his pause and search as she dropped her gaze, her ears burning.
Something was strange, she didn't know what she was feeling, she couldn't put a name to it, in fact she was a bit afraid to. But that didn't mean she was afraid of the intense feeling sweeping through her. It was... nice in the strangest of ways.
Her thoughts were paused when she heard Vasco's voice cut through the ringing in her ears and she looked back up at him. Even if she wanted to, it was no use trying to hide the happiness in her eyes, and what looked like soft affection for him. She stepped forward a bit of her own volition and tucked her head into his chest, closing those glimmering eyes just so. "I am... I really am... I didn't know it could... feel like this." She murmured as she kept her hand in his grasp, her other hand going to rest on his shoulder, her thumb lightly rubbing. She sighed as she was ensconced in his earthy scent yet again, trying to listen to the beat of his heart through the slight ringing in her ears.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Jan 23, 2020 17:05:29 GMT -8
Robert walked into the plaza, groaning and rubbing his face with his hands. Musicians played and people whirled all around him, but he didn't feel much like dancing. He would have much rather been at home getting some much-needed sleep, but Fiona had asked him to come out, and she was a good friend to have. Walking past a fountain, he looked into the dark water and was disappointed in the reflection he saw. He looked terrible, with heavy bags under his eyes and a day's worth of unshaven stubble. Sighing, he sat down and tried to smooth out his hair as best he could. When was Fiona going to get here, anyways? He was so exhausted, but figured she'd probably want to dance for at least an hour. Hopefully she wouldn't be late. The sooner she got here, the sooner he'd be able to go home.
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Fiona Blythe
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 25
Physical Description: ==================================================
Quite attractive, which is quite the benefit of her public profession. High cheek bones, a sharp jawline and thin nose, soft cheeks, and a stunning outlook about her.
Her eyes are a warm green, and her skin on the paler side, but it is hard to tell if it's natural or just well applied makeup until closer inspection. Her hair drops down past her shoulders, and a dark, aged timber brown.
Catching one's eye is her goal, afterall.
She is of medium height and wonderfully maintained build, toned but soft where it matters.
Clothes and Equipment: ==================================================
In public, she can be seen wearing expensive dresses, low cut at the front, and perfectly tailored. As well as her modest jewellery, she wears a specific broach worn by those of her profession, the silver dove of the working women's union, a group of independant whores and escorts.
During her more clandestine dealings however, she wears an incognito set of clothes, featuring a tight pair of dark green greaves, soft and comfy boots that reach up her shins, a basic white shirt, a dark red vest with a handful of pockets, and a dark green hooded cloak that matches her greaves. On top of this, she wears a belt with plenty of pouches to carry her tools of the trade. Finally, a dark maroon scarf is worn over her pale features to hide her identity.
For weaponry, she carries a pair of knives, hidden away for her own protection, however she has also been seen with a seemingly basic bow from time to time. On her belt, however, she hides a small hand-crossbow, and just enough bolts to get her out of a tight spot.
Her tool belt contains many tricks of the trade, including lockpicks, a glass cutter, smoke bombs for a quick get away, and even a handful of stink bombs.
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 23:02:23 GMT -8
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Jan 23, 2020 17:22:07 GMT -8
Its not very long, bang on time in fact, when a familiar voice sounds from just beside Robert. “You look poor,” Fiona says, arms crossed but a smirk on her ruby lips, an indication of her ribbing. She’s her regular beautiful self, with her dark brown hair cascading over her bare shoulders. Tonight she’s gone with her blue number, the same dress she had worn on the opening night of the Starlight Dawn, which was arguably the most important night of her life.
She sits down beside Robert and places a hand on his for just a moment. Yes, she had the intention of dancing as soon as she heard there was a band on, but she found herself more than a little concerned after seeing him in such a state. Though they had met as client and courtesan, they had somehow developed quite a friendship, even spending time together outside of her line of work and often, but not always, fully clothed. Fiona had grown to appreciate and cherish Robert’s friendship, and now considered him to potentially be her closest friend, so to see him like this is a little distressing.
Funny how these things work out.
“But really, Robert,” she says in a soft tone, her brilliant green eyes looking a little concerned. “You don’t look your dashing self. Are you alright? Not getting enough sleep, or perhaps unwell?” She starts to think of what she can do to help, and this time outside of her wheelhouse. Yes, she could help anyone sleep, but if he truly is sick, she’d have to send a runner for her doctor. One of the best in the city, but expensive…
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Jan 23, 2020 17:40:33 GMT -8
Robert looked up at the voice, relieved to see Fiona. She looked as good as ever, although Robert didn't recognize the dress she was wearing. He hadn't paid much attention to it that night, just as he wasn't paying it any heed now. After all, didn't people always say that it was what you had underneath that counted?
"I'm not sick," he said, stifling a yawn. "Just tired, that's all. I didn't sleep a wink last night. Listen, Fiona...I've been meaning to talk to you about this...this problem I've been having."
He paused, hesitating for a moment. Did he really want to tell her about this? She might think it strange...but who else could he tell? Certainly not Dixie or Moira, and he needed a woman's advice.
"I've been seeing this woman, Fiona. Sweet girl, real nice, real pretty...just pretty good all around. Anyways, I brought her over to my place the other night, and afterwards she stayed over. The thing is...I woke up in the middle of the night and looked over and she was staring at me. Just sitting bolt-upright, eyes wide open, staring at me as I slept. Didn't say a word, wouldn't respond to me, didn't blink when I tried shaking her. The next morning, she denied it happening. Got really mad about it, actually."
The memory of the argument brought a grimace to Robert's face. He hadn't known she could even muster such vehemence, and had been taken aback. She'd even threatened to never see him again if he brought it up, so he'd dropped the matter entirely.
"Anyways, I sent for her last night, and she actually came by. Same deal. I fall asleep, wake up in the dead of night, and she's just staring at me. Not blinking or anything, just staring. I couldn't sleep like that, so I went out to the couch. When I woke up in the morning, she was gone, didn't even say goodbye. But listen to this, Fiona...I saw her earlier today, and she said she left right after I fell asleep. She was there, Fiona. I saw her. Sitting and staring. Do you have any idea what's going on? Why do women do things like this? I'm losing my mind here."
He groaned, rubbing his eyes. They'd argued again when he'd brought it up today as well, and the ordeal had been draining. He figured he should probably just dump her and get over it, but couldn't quite bring himself to do it.
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Fiona Blythe
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 25
Physical Description: ==================================================
Quite attractive, which is quite the benefit of her public profession. High cheek bones, a sharp jawline and thin nose, soft cheeks, and a stunning outlook about her.
Her eyes are a warm green, and her skin on the paler side, but it is hard to tell if it's natural or just well applied makeup until closer inspection. Her hair drops down past her shoulders, and a dark, aged timber brown.
Catching one's eye is her goal, afterall.
She is of medium height and wonderfully maintained build, toned but soft where it matters.
Clothes and Equipment: ==================================================
In public, she can be seen wearing expensive dresses, low cut at the front, and perfectly tailored. As well as her modest jewellery, she wears a specific broach worn by those of her profession, the silver dove of the working women's union, a group of independant whores and escorts.
During her more clandestine dealings however, she wears an incognito set of clothes, featuring a tight pair of dark green greaves, soft and comfy boots that reach up her shins, a basic white shirt, a dark red vest with a handful of pockets, and a dark green hooded cloak that matches her greaves. On top of this, she wears a belt with plenty of pouches to carry her tools of the trade. Finally, a dark maroon scarf is worn over her pale features to hide her identity.
For weaponry, she carries a pair of knives, hidden away for her own protection, however she has also been seen with a seemingly basic bow from time to time. On her belt, however, she hides a small hand-crossbow, and just enough bolts to get her out of a tight spot.
Her tool belt contains many tricks of the trade, including lockpicks, a glass cutter, smoke bombs for a quick get away, and even a handful of stink bombs.
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 23:02:23 GMT -8
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Jan 23, 2020 18:00:40 GMT -8
Fiona tilts her head slightly at mention of Robert having a problem she can help with, then nods. “Of course, Robert. Please, do go on.” Well, their friendship seems to have evolved once again to a level of trust she hadn’t anticipated. Speaking to each other about personal problems? This is quite the change! The courtesan gets comfy on her bench and sits back ready to listen.
What she hears can only be spoken of as strange. “Uh… huh…” she murmurs as he speaks, trying to picture it. A woman sitting upright, staring at him in her sleep? What a bizarre thing to happen, but not unheard of. Still, she listens to him, not wanting to interrupt, instead she just crosses one leg over the other, which leaves it bare as it slips free of the dress’ folds.
She waits for him to finish and nods slowly for a few moments, recounting the details in her head and staring off into the crowd. “You do indeed have a problem…” she says as her eyes shift back to meet Robert’s. “First of all, may I remind you that I am, indeed, a woman? We aren’t the only ones that ‘do things like this’.” She adds a pair of air quotations to make her point. “But really, it not unheard of. I’ve seen it in one or two clients, and I can certainly understand how it can be unsettling, especially when its not disclose beforehand.”
She reaches over and puts her hand in Robert’s again, if only to comfort him. “Are you familiar with sleep walking?” she asks. “I think it would be somewhat similar. Your body decides to do something, dictated by your subconscious, while you sleep. Perhaps in this case, she’s subconsciously watching you.”
She shifts her legs again, changing one leg for the other, and as one leg slips back into the dress, the other is freed. “If she’s offended that you would ask, I would guess she’s embarrassed about it,” she muses, giving his hand a gentle, caring squeeze. “It's not something you can control. If she lies about it, however… Well that’s something you will need to think about. Staring at you too, my first thought is that it may be an obsession thing, but if you’ve only known each other for a little while…” She merely shrugs. “I’ll admit, I’ve woken up and stared at you for a few short moments, but that’s purely because you’re gorgeous and rich. Two of my favourite things.” She grins widely at that, trying to inject some humour into the discussion.
“Have you spoken to Moira or Dixie about his yet?” she finally asks. “In fact, does your new flame know about those two? Or me? Your little collection of ‘friendly’ women?” she smirks before continuing. “If you would like my opinion… I think this is something she may not be able to control, and if it stops you from sleeping at night, perhaps it's best not to pursue it further, especially before either of you two get invested. Besides, you have all three of us who will sleep next to you, and you have a wallet deep enough that I’ll sleep with you. It's not as if you’ll be missing out.”
She gives his hand another squeeze before she turns his head to look him in the eye. “Does that help at all, Robert?” she asks.
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