Vaelar Black
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114 
Age: 35
Physical Description: Vaelar is a massively tall man, standing at a height of six and a quarter feet and possessing a powerful build. He has flowing, well-kept hair of snow white, reaching down past his shoulders, and eyes of a deep violet. He has a youthful face and a strong, well-cut jawline, usually covered with a dusting of stubble. Overall, his appearance is much more youthful than his actual age, and his energy and charisma has not dissipated over the years of his being a sellsword.
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Outside of battle, Vaelar wears simple and comfortable, yet elegant clothing. His indigo tunic is made of cave spider silk, breathable and flowing, and purposefully baggy so as to show off a hint of his muscular build. He usually wears a set of dark brown leather trousers to go along with it, completing the ensemble with a pair of well-built leather boots.
In battle he wears a set of heavy full plate, the metal of which has been stained black with red trim, an imposing depiction of a red dragon painted across the chest. Normally he wears no helmet, preferring as wide a range of view as possible. As for weaponry, he normally wields a well-made bastard sword handed down his bloodline named "Nightrend", paired with a steel kite shield, although the shield can be abandoned and the bastard sword wielded with two hands. On his belt he generally carries a complement of several different throwable substances, from gaseous potions to napatha to a vial of an unknown, viscous substance which traps his enemy in a thick, sticky black slime, simultaneously slowing their actions and compromising armour strength with its acidity.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 7:53:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vaelar Black on Mar 2, 2020 12:14:47 GMT -8
Vaelar winces slightly as Jun yells against his chest. He runs his fingertips gently through Jun's hair, petting her comfortingly and allowing her to vent her frustrations upon him with the patience of a guru. He may not be a brilliant mentalist, but he can at least be Jun's rock upon which to anchor.
As far as Vaelar has seen, Jun rarely so blatantly states what's bothering her of late, though. Perhaps this is a breaking point, a time when he might be able to reverse this and push her in the right direction.
He holds her cheeks in his and raises her head to gaze into her eyes, his own deep violet pools of compassion and love.
"Jun, my love, you are the greatest hero this world has ever seen. You have rescued every nation in the world at least once, including your own. You need not beat yourself up that you failed to cast one difficult spell," he states, softly. He kisses at her cheeks to dry her tears.
"It is alright to relax, as well. We have been out of the public eye for two years now and the world hasn't collapsed yet. I'm learning to use my arm and I can even swing a blade with it now without nearly cutting my other hand off," he continues, chuckling lightly at the last point. He'd tried gentle rationale before with no success, but with Jun having made progress in the right direction, perhaps she was finally ready to hear it.
"Your own arm needs to heal, too, and to heal you need to take your time, to relax, to let your body repair itself. The world will be just fine if we take our time getting back to it...take a break for a while, my sweet. Maybe go and see some of your old friends who you haven't talked to in a while. Reconnect, you know? Take a holiday from the 'world's hero' gig," he suggests, resting his forehead against Jun's.
"Oh, and it's pronounced 'crehm-schnit-eh'," he concludes.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410 
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Mar 3, 2020 13:58:37 GMT -8
Jun's body slowly went limp against his body. Her eyes lay staring against the lime green of the grass' refracted sunlight, while her lungs seized and struggled to regain control of themselves. Eventually, her yelps and gasps of emotional pain died down into ever steadying breaths.
Her head raised up, as if she had awoken from a trance, or a short nap, and then she turned to look at Vaelar.
"My face is a crehm-schnit-eh." She then let her head drop onto him in embarrassment. She chuckled slightly as Vaelar's reassurance started to take effect like fast acting medicine.
"I deserve to have a demon crehm-schnit-eh all over me." Her bared teeth were being re-appropriated into part of a salacious grin.
"Is that a crehm-schnit-eh in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"
Her eyes were still red and her cheeks were soaked, but Vaelar had done his job. Finally her head lay calm against his chest.
"I'll be honest, I could do without the ego-feeding part of your speech, but everything else you said was great."
She closed her eyes to let herself recover some more. She stretched out her hand to interlock her fingers with Vaelar's.
"I don't deserve you." She sighed contentedly.
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Vaelar Black
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 35
Physical Description: Vaelar is a massively tall man, standing at a height of six and a quarter feet and possessing a powerful build. He has flowing, well-kept hair of snow white, reaching down past his shoulders, and eyes of a deep violet. He has a youthful face and a strong, well-cut jawline, usually covered with a dusting of stubble. Overall, his appearance is much more youthful than his actual age, and his energy and charisma has not dissipated over the years of his being a sellsword.
Clothes and Equipment: ===================================================
Outside of battle, Vaelar wears simple and comfortable, yet elegant clothing. His indigo tunic is made of cave spider silk, breathable and flowing, and purposefully baggy so as to show off a hint of his muscular build. He usually wears a set of dark brown leather trousers to go along with it, completing the ensemble with a pair of well-built leather boots.
In battle he wears a set of heavy full plate, the metal of which has been stained black with red trim, an imposing depiction of a red dragon painted across the chest. Normally he wears no helmet, preferring as wide a range of view as possible. As for weaponry, he normally wields a well-made bastard sword handed down his bloodline named "Nightrend", paired with a steel kite shield, although the shield can be abandoned and the bastard sword wielded with two hands. On his belt he generally carries a complement of several different throwable substances, from gaseous potions to napatha to a vial of an unknown, viscous substance which traps his enemy in a thick, sticky black slime, simultaneously slowing their actions and compromising armour strength with its acidity.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 7:53:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vaelar Black on Apr 7, 2020 19:35:33 GMT -8
Vaelar chuckles at Jun's bad jokes, a mix of humour and second-hand embarrassment in his tone.
"Oh gods, stop it Jun, they're so bad," he snickers. Then, he looks at her with mock offense at her implication of his intentions.
"Ego-feeding? My dear, your heroism is factual. If anything, it is I, the lowly sellsword, who doesn't deserve the honour of your presence," replies Vaelar with a mirthfully fabricated downturn of the corners of his lips. He's genuinely happy to see Jun's enthusiasm and energy returning, finally, after all these months of depression. He squeezes her hand affectionately and cups her cheek with his free mithril prosthetic, pulling her up a bit to kiss her, gently and tenderly, upon the lips.
He holds the kiss for a long moment, reveling in her renewed vibrance, before breaking contact and pulling her head down to his shoulder, petting her hair lovingly.
"I still think you should go and see some of your old friends, you know. I know they would be happy to see you again after all this time, and I think a little travel would help get you on your feet again. I could come with, or if you're sick of me hanging around you all the time, I could stay and tend to matters at home. Your choice," he states, his thick thumb running gently, lovingly over the tendon ridges of Jun's considerably more petite and slender hand.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Apr 16, 2020 15:35:51 GMT -8
Truth be told, it took a minute of silence, Jun quietly staring off at the growing grass, to absorb Vaelar's words. Their heartbeats came into sync, agitated flames steadied by still earth.
"Maybe you're right. I've been so caught up on trying to be a hero, I've forgot how to be a person."
Jun carefully rolled off Vaelar and flopped into the grass. She shimmied herself up slightly so her head was more at level with Vaelar's, and then she took Vaelar's hand. Now they could look up at the sky together again as equals.
"I wanna dance with you again someday... But I don't really wanna learn how to dance. I just wanna fly through the air with you, er, but on the ground. I don't know if that imagery made sense. I wanna cook for you. I wanna cook with you. I wanna make magic with you. The spiritual artistic kind, not just the sex kind, although that's fine too."
She gripped his hand tightly. "I wanna stop feeling like shit, so I can be a real girlfriend to you, a real human being."
She turned to look at him. "And I think you're right. I'm gonna visit some friends. It's been ages since I've seen Camilla, and I heard Doobie's started a whole family! Remember that little female Kobold we helped rescue?"
She sighed. "And it's been ages since I've brought Alden's children gifts. Oh I was going to teach them some magic as well."
A funny thought occurred to her.
"Vaelar, maybe when I'm done trying to keep the world safe... we should think about settling down and having children."
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