Kiara
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 123
Registered: Dec 26, 2016 13:03:31 GMT -8
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Post by Kiara on Mar 3, 2017 18:11:45 GMT -8
"i'm... trying..." she said hopelessly, now at a loss. she looks back towards the man who had left, and then to Nakatani again. "I would like to see you again... Thank you." she bows.
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Nakatani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 389
Age: 20
Physical Description: Nakatani used to be a Meiko (apprentice geisha) in Katashima. Currently she is in service of Lord Genji. She has a cute and small rounded face and long black hair, usually knotted in the old Geisha styles.
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Clothes and Equipment: Nakatani is almost always found wearing beautiful and elegant kimono's made of high quality silks and other fabrics.
When in the comfort of her own home, she will wear her hair down or in a ponytail with a natural look and a simple linnen kimono to keep herself comfortable, but she will rarely show herself that way in public.
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Registered: Jul 3, 2015 8:37:33 GMT -8
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Post by Nakatani on Mar 4, 2017 8:52:33 GMT -8
"Where would you like to meet?" The sweet smile had still not left her face. She knew the girl was upset and she wished she could have told her a different story. But getting her home seemed to be impossible right now.
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Mar 6, 2017 13:25:53 GMT -8
The Daimyo's impressive flagship, Togawa , cut its way through the water, the flag of Tawakoshi flying above the flag of Quying high on the mast. Her sails had the emblem of Quying sewed into them, a magnificent spectacle as the wind was particularly cooperative today, and the Daimyo himself was at the helm of his ship, demonstrating to his newer samurai how it was done. An unannounced envoy. The first one that Port Silverion has ever seen. There is a brief delay as protocol books are consulted and commanding officers dispatch instructions, but before long, the Togawa is guided through the great gate formed by the chain towers, and into Port Silverion. Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku's flagship, the Togawa, is guided into Port Silverion, and to an otherwise completely vacant pier at which to dock. At the end of the pier, there seem to be a couple official looking sorts, wearing Isra's Sun Insignia on their clothing, but they don't, as of yet, approach the ship.
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Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 29
Physical Description: Black hair matches a pair of green eyes and well-tanned skin. His hands bear numerous scars from rope burns and large splinters, as do his legs. He is well-muscled, looking more like a dock-worker than a daimyo, but he emphasizes the ability to do personally what he commands others to do. It is not uncommon that he smells of the sea, in fact he tends to bathe in it, using the power of the sea to cleanse his body.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears traditional samurai armor, which has been carefully constructed and enchanted to prevent damage by corrosion or rust in the salty environment he is often found in. His katana has received the same treatment, the handle wrapped in the skin of a monstrous shark, the blade forged from the toughest steel.
Registered: Jun 27, 2016 9:39:02 GMT -8
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Post by Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku on Mar 7, 2017 5:27:14 GMT -8
The gangplank is lowered, and the Daimyo walks down it, surrounded by a half dozen of his bodyguard, and Sora Owaru. He takes his first step onto the land of another country and beams widely at his assembled entourage, to include a couple scholarly types meekly walking behind the fierce looking bodyguards and only now visible as the bodyguard steps off the gangplank behind their Daimyo. The shrewd ruler picks up on the greeting party, an insultingly small group, or it would have been had he announced this visit or if this was the capital of what he understood to be a massive empire. This would do, amd it just meant he had to remember less names. One of the scholars stepped forward and unravelled a scroll, reading from it. "Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku, ruler of the City of Quying, Shark of Tawakoshi, vassal of the Emperor himself, has come to initiate diplomatic contacy between the great and powerful city of Quying and the mighty Isran Nation." Akagi rolled his eyes, he needed to update that scroll to drop off the Emperor bit. Wouldn't do to even hint that he represented the entire Empire.
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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 Mar 8, 2017 11:14:32 GMT -8
Robert approached the group, wearing a finely-made yet not overly-fancy suit. His own entourage consisted of just one person: a rather quiet assistant by the name of Ms. Booker. She carried a number of logbooks and clipboards, and took frantic notes on the visiting group and their ship. Meanwhile, Robert stepped up to the Daimyo and extended a hand to shake.
"Hello, and welcome to Port Silverion, Isra. I'm Robert Fletcher, Minister of Primary Industry in Isra. Thank you for visiting, and I hope that we establish a strong diplomatic relationship between our two states."
He stepped back, gesturing for the group to follow.
"Please, come with me to my office. It's much more comfortable than the docks, and will make discussions much easier."
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Sora Owaru
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 19
Physical Description: Sora is a youthful in appearance due to his delicate features. These delicate features appear to be erring on the side of feminine to many, which is something he is somewhat sensitive about.
He has long brown hair that he usually wears in a ponytail, to keep it out of his way while he is training or doing other tasks. When he is not doing anything as strenuous, however, he usually wears his hair down. When worn in this style it reaches his mid-back.
Sora has gray eyes, that turn to green or blue depending on the lighting.He seems to always carry himself with a sense of nobility, which was expected of him as a lord's son - nothing more than an old habit now.
Sora is 19 now, though he appears to be a few years younger. Despite this, he stands at 5'8''. He is slim, but stronger than one might expect.
Clothes and Equipment: Sora is usually wearing a light garb made of silk with provides comfort and flexibility for training, or meditating, or any task really. He also carries a daisho, consisting of a wakizashi and katana, two blades he earned when he became a samurai. His clothes have become worn from travel, however, since he has had little opportunity to wash them or change them otherwise.
Registered: Dec 19, 2015 8:51:03 GMT -8
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Post by Sora Owaru on Mar 9, 2017 13:44:10 GMT -8
Sora's stormy gray eyes would be ever so attentive to their surroundings from where they peered out from beneath the crest of his kabuto. He wore no facial armor at the time, revealing his surprisingly youthful face. If one were looking at him from behind or any other such angle were they would not be able to see his face, they would only see another armored bodyguard and would not guess to see someone so young wearing that armor. The culture of Katashima, his homeland, and Tawakoshi for that matter, often produced warriors of a similar age to Sora, however.
Despite the seemingly safe port, Sora would not let his guard down at any time as it was his duty to ensure the safety of his lord at all costs. Sora's hand rested on the pommel of one of his swords at all times, and he would stare critically at any who approached, including Robert Fletcher, though he wouldn't say a word.
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Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 29
Physical Description: Black hair matches a pair of green eyes and well-tanned skin. His hands bear numerous scars from rope burns and large splinters, as do his legs. He is well-muscled, looking more like a dock-worker than a daimyo, but he emphasizes the ability to do personally what he commands others to do. It is not uncommon that he smells of the sea, in fact he tends to bathe in it, using the power of the sea to cleanse his body.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears traditional samurai armor, which has been carefully constructed and enchanted to prevent damage by corrosion or rust in the salty environment he is often found in. His katana has received the same treatment, the handle wrapped in the skin of a monstrous shark, the blade forged from the toughest steel.
Registered: Jun 27, 2016 9:39:02 GMT -8
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Post by Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku on Mar 10, 2017 5:53:10 GMT -8
The Daimyo bowed, not very low as the man was beneath him in station, but upon rising took the man's hand.
"Thank you for the welcome Minister. I agree with your sentiment. Straight to business as it were, good! Lead the way Minister, we have much to discuss."
As the Minister would likely turn to lead the way, the Daimyo addressed his retinue.
"Sora, you will come with me into his office, your experience amongst foreigners could prove useful in some fashion, and some education as to how one conducts oneself in such negotiations will be useful for you to know. The rest of you, guard the ship."
Of course his half a dozen personal guards would accompany him as well with the Isran.
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Deep Blue
Established
"Deep Blue" is the OOC name for this account.
Roleplay posts: 41
Registered: Jul 1, 2016 17:00:49 GMT -8
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Post by Deep Blue on May 19, 2017 8:26:33 GMT -8
It was just past dawn in the Port of Silverion, yet the crew of The Soaring Wench was already hard at work loading up supplies for the ship’s next voyage. A gangplank was suspended from the pier to the ship at the end of it and a continuous stream of sailors carrying supplies aboard walked across it. All the while, a rather odd looking little man watched over them. Upon closer inspection, however, one would notice he was a gnome, dressed in rather foreign-looking clothing made of various colored silks, “Put yer backs into it! I want to set sail before noon!” The gnome spoke with authority, despite his rather high-pitched voice, Whilst barking orders he idly tossed a golden coin into the air and caught it continuously. The gnome would look around after some time, “And where are those darned adventurer fellows the companies had to have accompany us?” His voice was filled with disdain at the mention of the adventurers, he didn’t think him and his crew would need them, after all. A couple of the passing men just shrugged, before continuing onto the ship with their loads. The Sparrow Benjamin Jabari Raoul Ferdinand
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on May 19, 2017 10:09:26 GMT -8
The Sparrow walked down to the docks with her pack over one shoulder. She was dressed in her usual adventuring clothes, the sun bright on her hair and her face. Honestly, she felt as if she were running away, and it was probably true. The one good thing about that, though, was that she was free to go where she wanted.
Her dagger within reach, a certain flask still at one hip, and otherwise dressed for the occasion, she came to a stop on the wooden planks in front of the ship. A dark blonde brow perked on her face as she looked at the gnome. "Present and accounted for," she told him, not so far that she hadn't heard his irritated call.
"Farrah," she said, introducing herself and reaching a hand out to shake his.
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Benjamin Jabari
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 28
Physical Description: -----------------------------------------------------
Standing at 6 ft 2, possessing a body that has been honed by years of working aboard a pirate ship, Benjamin Jabari is a fearsome sight to behold.
His tribal tattoos remind him of the life he used to have but his scars remind him of the man he has become. The scars on his back and arms remind him of battles fought and punishments recieved.
His jet black hair is tied behind his head in short dreadlocks.
He has a strong jaw, but curious eyes - always on the look out for the next adventure.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ben's main weapon is a long, thin-bladed scimitar, made of metal taken from a meteorite. Ben came across it in th cargo hold of a captured Saracen vessel and took it for his own. It blood red gleam caught his eyes immediately, surrounded by all the gold around it. Its dangerous beauty led him to give it the name "Vixen".
He also carries a one-handed crossbow for those tight situations where a sword just won't do. He has several quarrels hung around his body but it takes time to reload after each use.
He usually wears a brown sleeveless tattered cotton shirt, brown trousers sturdy black boots.
He wears a tribal pendant around his neck given to him by his father as a boy.
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Player's online availability : Now and then
Registered: May 13, 2017 3:06:38 GMT -8
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Post by Benjamin Jabari on May 19, 2017 10:46:51 GMT -8
Ben strolled down the docks, taking in the bustle of activity around him. Labourers were carrying cargo on and off ships and into the nearby warehouses, seagulls squaked overhead and great merchant ships bobbed soothingly at their berths. The pirate inside him told Ben that these ships would be ripe for the plundering if he and his old crew ever came across them on the high seas. They didn't look to be heavily guarded and their cargo holds looked like they could store many treasures.
Putting those thoughs to one side, he came across the looming presence of The Soaring Wench. She looked like she had seen many storms but nevertheless was an impressive sight. Ben wasn't sure how many people would have answered the call for adventurers, but he suspected that the garishly-dressed gnome he saw on deck must be in charge somehow. Walking up the gangway he boarded the ship and addressed the man, "Ben Jabari." He then noticed the lean, blonde-haired lady standing next to the gnome. She seemed to have an aura of magic about her. Ben inclined his head toward her, by way of greeting.
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 19, 2017 12:34:37 GMT -8
Raoul walked his horse up the docks, following the directions from the posted notice. He had always rather liked the sea, on principle, but in practice, he preferred being near the sea rather than on it. The salt air, the ocean breezes, fishing off the end of a pier for dinner… all that appealed to him. The part where the boat might sink under him and leave him swimming a thousand miles from the nearest land, not so much. But a job was a job, and he had been in the city long enough to start going a little stir-crazy, so here he was. Besides, ships didn’t really sink all that often, right? He approached the Wench with a cheery wave, then froze. Then sighed heavily. The Sparrow was here. Of course she was here, too. Of course she was. Things had been going too well for him recently. It was only a matter of time before things turned the other way. He would have almost preferred sinking.
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Deep Blue
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"Deep Blue" is the OOC name for this account.
Roleplay posts: 41
Registered: Jul 1, 2016 17:00:49 GMT -8
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Post by Deep Blue on May 19, 2017 13:01:13 GMT -8
The gnome eyed the two adventurers that arrived first with a critical eye, all the while still tossing his golden coin up in the air and catching it with a deft hand.
He would look at The Sparrow first, "Hmm, you don't really seem like the adventurer type, are you sure you can handle it?" he asked. He would simply look at Benjamin and nod, he seemed alright enough.
The gnome didn't wait for The Sparrow's answer before continuing to speak, "Whatever the case may be, I doubt you will all be of much use on this voyage. We are chasing nothing but nonsense and tall tales, but there shall be an easy pay-day at the end of it. I am Captain Finley, and you will refer to me as such while on this ship."
Finley's eyes widened slightly as Raoul walked down the pier with a horse, "I hope you don't mean to board the ship with that horse, I received no word of any horses," Finley said sharply, "Between you three adventurers and that head-in-the-clouds scholar I think bringing a horse along as well would be a bit much."
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on May 19, 2017 15:19:28 GMT -8
She turned her head, regarding Benjamin Jabari with her silver eyes. A brow perked on her face. There were not many she'd come across with skin that dark and hair like that. It was unique, and eyecatching, and it put a little smirk at the corner of one of her lips. The smirk didn't last, however. She nodded to Ben as he did to her and then put her direction on so-called "Captain" Finley. At his remark, she crossed her arms beneath her breasts, her feminine weight rocking to one hip but she didn't bother to say anything. She'd met a lot of his kind. When the gnome started yelling about a horse, however, she looked over her shoulder... and while Raoul Ferdinand might have been groaning, a dazzling smile lit the Sparrow's own face. Indeed, she even dropped her arms from their defensive position and let her fingertips brush against the flask. "You're right, Captain. It's almost like he's compensating," Farrah said breezily, then bent over to pick up the pack she'd drop and put it back over her shoulder. She winked at Raoul, tossed Ben a little smile, and then made her way onto the Wench. Adventure was waiting.
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Benjamin Jabari
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 28
Physical Description: -----------------------------------------------------
Standing at 6 ft 2, possessing a body that has been honed by years of working aboard a pirate ship, Benjamin Jabari is a fearsome sight to behold.
His tribal tattoos remind him of the life he used to have but his scars remind him of the man he has become. The scars on his back and arms remind him of battles fought and punishments recieved.
His jet black hair is tied behind his head in short dreadlocks.
He has a strong jaw, but curious eyes - always on the look out for the next adventure.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ben's main weapon is a long, thin-bladed scimitar, made of metal taken from a meteorite. Ben came across it in th cargo hold of a captured Saracen vessel and took it for his own. It blood red gleam caught his eyes immediately, surrounded by all the gold around it. Its dangerous beauty led him to give it the name "Vixen".
He also carries a one-handed crossbow for those tight situations where a sword just won't do. He has several quarrels hung around his body but it takes time to reload after each use.
He usually wears a brown sleeveless tattered cotton shirt, brown trousers sturdy black boots.
He wears a tribal pendant around his neck given to him by his father as a boy.
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Player's online availability : Now and then
Registered: May 13, 2017 3:06:38 GMT -8
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Post by Benjamin Jabari on May 19, 2017 16:21:51 GMT -8
Ben wasn't sure what to make of his new captain. The gnome seemed pompous enough to be a ship's skipper, but what would he be like should should things go south? He guessed he'd find out soon enough. His assertion that this journey would be a wild goose chase only serve to whet his appetite for this adventure further. "You seem so sure that these new landmasses we're after are made up." Ben was no stranger to the wild tales told by sailors, but in his experience they often had some grounding in truth. "You'd be surprised what the sea can hide."
He then turned his attention to the impressively-clad man with the horse. He watched him with curiousity. There was no doubt that he could handle himself in a battle, but that heavy-looking armour he wore would sink like a stone if he ever found himself in the drink. Probably best not to mention that to him, though.
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 19, 2017 17:21:53 GMT -8
“Suit yourself, Captain Finley. But if we do find these mysterious islands, I will not be the only wishing we had brought her.” He laughed and turned, pulling his packs and weapons from the back of the horse. Fortunately, we was used to traveling light, and there wasn’t really all that much to carry. “Probably for the best, anyway. No more than two days into the voyage, and Farrah there would have stolen her and ridden away in the night, no?”
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Deep Blue
Established
"Deep Blue" is the OOC name for this account.
Roleplay posts: 41
Registered: Jul 1, 2016 17:00:49 GMT -8
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Post by Deep Blue on May 20, 2017 12:22:00 GMT -8
"The islands are said to be right smack in the middle of open water, water that has been sailed through by trade ships for many years now. I don't even know why we are being sent to investigate, but we are getting paid either way, so fine by me," said Finley. He figured the adventurers would also be fine with this since they were getting paid as well either way, and that was how Finley viewed most things - how could he get acquire a monetary gain?
"What is your name?" Finley asked Raoul, who had yet to introduce himself.
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 20, 2017 17:27:32 GMT -8
“Fair enough, then.” He shouldered his bag and weapons, turning to the gnome with a broad smile. He wasn’t as sure that there was nothing out to find, but he wasn’t about to argue with the captain. And if he was right, and it turned out to be basically free money and a relaxing cruise, he certainly wasn’t about to complain about it. “Raoul Ferdinand, Captain.”
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Thomas Montgomery
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Physical Description: Thomas is an older man, with wrinkles, grey hair, and stern expression. Slightly below overage height, and average build, Thomas is the sort of man that could easily blend into the crowd in most cities and towns without drawing a second glance.
Clothes and Equipment:
Thomas usually dresses in a relatively fashionable, fairly conservative manner.When traveling, he wears sturdier, more rugged clothing for the road, but nothing that could be called adventuring gear. He is unlikely to be found armed with anything more than a pocket knife or perhaps dagger.
Registered: May 21, 2017 8:15:55 GMT -8
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Post by Thomas Montgomery on May 21, 2017 9:07:27 GMT -8
A quiet and unassuming man among the many travelers coming through Port Silverion by sea was unlikely to draw much attention. A hired porter carried his trunk from the ship he had arrived on to the river ferry he would leave on. Thomas barely glanced at the guards unless they stopped him to ask questions, in which case, he would answer with short, truthful, and utterly forgettable statements about travel for business, investments, and financial holdings.
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Benjamin Jabari
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 28
Physical Description: -----------------------------------------------------
Standing at 6 ft 2, possessing a body that has been honed by years of working aboard a pirate ship, Benjamin Jabari is a fearsome sight to behold.
His tribal tattoos remind him of the life he used to have but his scars remind him of the man he has become. The scars on his back and arms remind him of battles fought and punishments recieved.
His jet black hair is tied behind his head in short dreadlocks.
He has a strong jaw, but curious eyes - always on the look out for the next adventure.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ben's main weapon is a long, thin-bladed scimitar, made of metal taken from a meteorite. Ben came across it in th cargo hold of a captured Saracen vessel and took it for his own. It blood red gleam caught his eyes immediately, surrounded by all the gold around it. Its dangerous beauty led him to give it the name "Vixen".
He also carries a one-handed crossbow for those tight situations where a sword just won't do. He has several quarrels hung around his body but it takes time to reload after each use.
He usually wears a brown sleeveless tattered cotton shirt, brown trousers sturdy black boots.
He wears a tribal pendant around his neck given to him by his father as a boy.
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Player's online availability : Now and then
Registered: May 13, 2017 3:06:38 GMT -8
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Post by Benjamin Jabari on May 21, 2017 10:00:02 GMT -8
Aboard the Wench Ben's impatience got the better of him. "When do we set sail?" he asked Captain Finley. The little gnome's confidence in the futility of this journey had not dampened his spirits. "We have a favourable wind" he added looking up at the sky.
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on May 21, 2017 13:14:44 GMT -8
Farrah tossed a smirking glance over her shoulder as she had gone up the ramp at Raoul Ferdinand's implication that she'd steal his horse. She said nothing to it, though, and instead made for her bunk, claiming the best out of what was left over and hanging her things up. She was not in as such a hurry to leave as Benjamin Jabari was, and instead began to test the crew with a few chatty comments here and there to generally pick up on who would be friendly and who wouldn't be. She was careful not to make a nuisance of herself however. She was simply getting what vibes she could from who she'd be sailing with. [@deeplblue]
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