Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234 
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Oct 3, 2016 11:29:19 GMT -8
Zaræn gave Morrrigan a look after she broke the kiss. Len, Nicolas, and his brother should they observe this look would be certain of one thing. The party would not last very long, or rather it shouldn't last very long if they want to avoid witnessing some very passionate love making. It was a look that said Zaræn was going to keep Morrigan in bed for the entire two weeks of their honeymoon. The man closes his eyes and reins in his emotions so he can look at his guests.
"Yes, thank you two for coming. Now let's have some cake! It's a time for celebration!"
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380 
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Oct 3, 2016 11:43:56 GMT -8
Len looked up at Nicolas and wrinkled her nose, gently and playfully smacking his arm to 'reprimand' him for his cheek.
"The invitation wasn't explicit and I've had a lot on my mind lately. I missed the context clues." She laughed at him when he stuck his tongue out at her, then looked at the gift he presented. The explanation made her grin, and then laugh.
"Very suitable indeed! I'm sure they'll love it." She walked with him over to the newlyweds, just in time to see Zaræn given Morrigan a look that made Len blush. Had she been the recipient of such a look from Nicolas, she probably would've jumped him right then and there. How Morrigan abstained, she wasn't sure. The woman must have considerable willpower.
"Thank you for having us. I'm honored that you'd include us in your special day. ..Cake?" The Elf perked up and, after embracing both Morrigan and Zaræn, scurried over to the fluffy white confection. It looked so good!
"Oh, I recognize these sugar flowers! Monsieur LaFleur makes excellent cakes. Is it one of the creme-filled ones?" You could take the Elf out of the bakery for the day, but you can't take the bakery out of the Elf.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Oct 3, 2016 14:11:34 GMT -8
"Hahahaha, it never fails, everywhere we go she finds baked goods to coo over."
He chuckled and handed the present to Zaraen while clasping his other hand, before giving Morrigan an embrace.
"Congratulations again, I would ask what you have planned for the honeymoon, but...uh...I think I already know."
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Oct 3, 2016 14:49:40 GMT -8
Intense pink swirled through Morrigan's hair when she saw the look Zaræn gave her. Naughty man. She loved him for it, though. Turning to Nicolas and Len, she smiled, embracing the couple.
"Thank you, Nicolas. At least it's good she's passionate about what she does, hm?" Nothing was said about the honeymoon statement as she towed Zaræn over to the cake. It was only right that they cut it, after all. Taking the knife in hand, she gave him the honor of cutting it into pieces while she served them up onto plates, handing them out to everyone.
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Oct 3, 2016 15:26:45 GMT -8
Zaræn accepts the knife and together with Morrigan he cuts the first slice. Everyone gets a slice even his brother who scowls at the cake. An action Zaræn can't help but laugh at, especially when the dour Commandant starts eating it. Then Zaræn settles on the couch pulling his amour with him so they can eat together. One hand spearing cake from the plate he has nestle on his lap. The other somewhere entirely inappropriate, but very pleasurable, and hard to see.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Oct 3, 2016 20:06:14 GMT -8
Len accepted the cake with a grin and effusive thanks and a comment of, "Ooh, it is one of the creme-filled ones!" Then she was settling down on a loveseat with Nicolas, enjoying the creme-filled cake.
"I think I forgot to say it earlier, Morrigan, but that dress is absolutely stunning. Where did you get it?" It was clear that she was already thinking of her own wedding dress, no matter how far into the future it might be before she needed it. She was also trying to make small-talk to cover up the fact that one of Zaræn's hands was very obviously not visible and she had a good idea of where it was that was causing her to blush. Goodness. These two were just incorrigible.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Oct 5, 2016 14:01:12 GMT -8
"Thank goodness!"
Lord Soult chuckled at Len's antics and took the proferred cake, quickly taking a bite and expressing his appreciation of its deliciousness in an appropriate manner. He completely missed where Zaraen's hand had gone, but he was contemplating thoughts of his own for after the proposal, and leaned in a bit closer to Len.
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Oct 5, 2016 15:48:34 GMT -8
Morrigan didn't even bat an eye as she settled on the couch alongside Zaræn, delicately crossing one pale leg over the other. However, there was no hiding the vivid, almost violent pink that swirled rapidly through her hair as she calmly ate her piece of cake, balancing the plate on the fingertips of her left hand and eating with the fork in her right.
"Ah, I got it from a seamstress in Nireal. I'll put you in touch with her once you and Nicolas are prepared to begin planning your own nuptials." She gave them a teasing smile, and her gaze briefly met Soult's as she flashed him a wink. She knew all about the recent item he'd requisitioned from Zaræn, and had even seen it, before it was handed over. She knew it would look smashing on the little Elf's finger.
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Oct 5, 2016 16:36:39 GMT -8
Once the cake is devoured and Zaræn's wicked hands have done their work the bartender gets to his feet. He turns to Nicolas, Len, and his brother and raises his surprisingly clean hands wide and says with good humor.
"Mes amis et frère, I love you all and I am pleased you could join us on this most joyous day. Unfortunately, I have to request that you take your leave now, Morrigan and I have very important matters to discuss regarding our future. We will see you all again in two weeks."
He gives them all a wide grin and gestures for Morrigan to also make her goodbyes. It wasn't a lie as he saw they did have important matters to discuss, like which room where they going to consummate their marriage in first?
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Oct 5, 2016 16:48:18 GMT -8
"Oh, thank you! I don't think we'll be getting married anytime soon, but it will be nice to keep in mind for when the time comes." She finished off her slice of cake and delicately licked the frosting from the tines of the fork, then set the fork on the plate. Just as she was pondering being entirely fat and getting another piece, Zaraen stood and spoke. Oh! Oh dear. She blushed, setting aside plate and fork, then stood, rushing over to embrace the newly married couple.
"Of course! I wish you both the best of luck and happiness."
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Oct 6, 2016 16:23:07 GMT -8
Nicolas nearly choked on his own flask at Len's comment, thumping his chest to cover the sound. Zaraen's announcement seemed to catch absolutely nobody by surprise, and he doubted much of the discussion would involve actual talking.
"Enjoy your honeymoon you two! Shall we make our exit as well Len?"
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Oct 6, 2016 16:35:45 GMT -8
"Thank you for coming." She stood and returned Len's embrace, then handed them both a coin.
"This will take both of you to Nicolas's estate. Have a nice evening." She slid her arm around Zaræn's waist then, waving farewell to the couple - and to her new brother-in-law.
"Don't be a stranger, Gregor." This was said teasingly, and with a wicked gleam in her gaze.
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Oct 7, 2016 12:30:36 GMT -8
Zaræn wraps his brother in a firm embrace before leading the old man out the door. The commandant scowls at the hug, but does return it whispering something that makes Zaræn laugh into his ear. Once everyone is out the bartender turns on his new wife.
"So right here?"
Then his arms about are her waist and his lips on hers. It was time to get started making sure their marriage was well and truly consummated.
<Fade to black>
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Oct 7, 2016 15:45:18 GMT -8
"Thanks! Bye!" Len took Nicolas's hand and the coin, her eyes widening as the magic yanked them out of the house and dropped them through time and space, back to the Soult estate.
<Exit>
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Oct 11, 2016 5:50:24 GMT -8
"Enjoy the honeymoon you two!"
With that, Len grabbed his arm and they were being whisked back to his fief.
<Exit>
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