Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
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An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Oct 28, 2016 15:18:32 GMT -8
Grandma finished up searching through the library, having gained the knowledge it possessed. There wasn’t anything of particular interested to what she had been searching for, but it did give her a much better understanding of the people of Esdara and their religion in general, just not the parts she had been hoping for. Going by the priest’s reaction, contacting Jun and asking for a favor would be her best bet. With this in mind, Grandma decided to head for the plaza and contact Jun there.
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Yoxia Hiro
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52 
Age: 22
Physical Description: Hiro is a young man who stands of average stature with a straight back and a smile on his face. His complexion is rather pale and he has a staggeringly low amount of body fat, instead being built exclusively of a tremendously well-defined musculature despite not being large. Hiro's hair is dark and kept quite short in all areas except the very back, where a few inches width of hair has been allowed to grow right down to his hips.
Hiro's face has a softly triangular shape, with a straight nose and a narrow chin. His eyes are dark brown, with straight and prominent eyebrows above them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Hiro tends to wear attire fit for travelling, with leather boots, wrist bracers and pants resembling a martial artist's gi. His upper body is covered by a waist-length, kimono-like shirt in white; held closed by one side wrapped over the other at halfway down the chest; which is then kept in place by a wide, slightly darker sash wrapped around the waist and tied in position so that it falls down to his left knee. His shirt has a tall collar, over which hang various trinkets fastened to several separate leather strings.
Around his waist is a leather belt from which he hangs pouches and other personal items including throwing knives and a dark purple cloth that falls to just above his right knee. Above this belt a decorative red-orange rope is similarly wrapped, which also keeps secured the sash that holds in place his shirt.
Finally a leather strap worn from above one arm to below the other keeps a scabbard fastened to his back, in which he holds a long straight sword made in a far-east style.
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Player's online availability : Sometimes.
Registered: Oct 2, 2016 6:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Yoxia Hiro on Nov 3, 2016 4:21:14 GMT -8
Hiro bowed deeply for the people who brought him up his food and bath, then slid into the bath after they left to clean up. Once feeling fresh, he ate the food he had been given and fell asleep on the bed. Unless disturbed, he would pass right out until morning.
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127 
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Nov 3, 2016 8:07:29 GMT -8
When morning came, the High Church was filled with a gentle bustle and murmur of activity, people preparing meals and going about their duties. Hiro would hear a knock at his door, and upon opening it, would find Dasyra standing there in her armor, a halberd resting against her left shoulder; with her right hand, she proffered a small bag, which contained a sweet bun and an apple.
"Morning. Hope you don't mind, I brought you some food. We should get an early start, people have been lining up at the gate to the Palace for hours already."
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Yoxia Hiro
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 22
Physical Description: Hiro is a young man who stands of average stature with a straight back and a smile on his face. His complexion is rather pale and he has a staggeringly low amount of body fat, instead being built exclusively of a tremendously well-defined musculature despite not being large. Hiro's hair is dark and kept quite short in all areas except the very back, where a few inches width of hair has been allowed to grow right down to his hips.
Hiro's face has a softly triangular shape, with a straight nose and a narrow chin. His eyes are dark brown, with straight and prominent eyebrows above them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Hiro tends to wear attire fit for travelling, with leather boots, wrist bracers and pants resembling a martial artist's gi. His upper body is covered by a waist-length, kimono-like shirt in white; held closed by one side wrapped over the other at halfway down the chest; which is then kept in place by a wide, slightly darker sash wrapped around the waist and tied in position so that it falls down to his left knee. His shirt has a tall collar, over which hang various trinkets fastened to several separate leather strings.
Around his waist is a leather belt from which he hangs pouches and other personal items including throwing knives and a dark purple cloth that falls to just above his right knee. Above this belt a decorative red-orange rope is similarly wrapped, which also keeps secured the sash that holds in place his shirt.
Finally a leather strap worn from above one arm to below the other keeps a scabbard fastened to his back, in which he holds a long straight sword made in a far-east style.
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Player's online availability : Sometimes.
Registered: Oct 2, 2016 6:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Yoxia Hiro on Nov 3, 2016 18:49:13 GMT -8
Hiro was already dressed, refreshed and ready to go; as though he had not even waited for dawn before rising from his slumber and preparing for the day ahead. When he came face to face with Dasyra, he gave her a smile and took the offered bag. "Thank you, I will save this for later."
He tied the bag onto one of his belt notches, then prepared to follow her out and up to the palace. "This is going to be quite an eventful day."
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Nov 3, 2016 19:48:40 GMT -8
"You've got that right. Let's go." With that statement made and a grin on her lips, she'd beckon for Hiro to follow, and lead him out of the High Church, through the streets, and to the Gate of the Skies.
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Yoxia Hiro
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 22
Physical Description: Hiro is a young man who stands of average stature with a straight back and a smile on his face. His complexion is rather pale and he has a staggeringly low amount of body fat, instead being built exclusively of a tremendously well-defined musculature despite not being large. Hiro's hair is dark and kept quite short in all areas except the very back, where a few inches width of hair has been allowed to grow right down to his hips.
Hiro's face has a softly triangular shape, with a straight nose and a narrow chin. His eyes are dark brown, with straight and prominent eyebrows above them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Hiro tends to wear attire fit for travelling, with leather boots, wrist bracers and pants resembling a martial artist's gi. His upper body is covered by a waist-length, kimono-like shirt in white; held closed by one side wrapped over the other at halfway down the chest; which is then kept in place by a wide, slightly darker sash wrapped around the waist and tied in position so that it falls down to his left knee. His shirt has a tall collar, over which hang various trinkets fastened to several separate leather strings.
Around his waist is a leather belt from which he hangs pouches and other personal items including throwing knives and a dark purple cloth that falls to just above his right knee. Above this belt a decorative red-orange rope is similarly wrapped, which also keeps secured the sash that holds in place his shirt.
Finally a leather strap worn from above one arm to below the other keeps a scabbard fastened to his back, in which he holds a long straight sword made in a far-east style.
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Player's online availability : Sometimes.
Registered: Oct 2, 2016 6:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Yoxia Hiro on Nov 8, 2016 22:53:03 GMT -8
(Sorry for the delay in reply. :( )
Hiro nodded, then followed her out to wherever she planned to lead him.
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Fol-lu, Skywarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 123
Age: Pretty Dang Old
Physical Description: Fol-lu has two forms, one which is his human form. In this form, he appears as an elegant looking man standing at an even 6’0’’ with long black hair. This is only his preferred mortal form, however, and he can take others if need be.
His draconic form is is that of an enormous feathered dragon, with a gleaming golden gem (the Dragon's Tear) embedded in his forehead, just between two golden eyes. The gem radiates with magical power, granted only to the Skywarden. The Skywarden's true form is roughly 200 feet long, and it is in this form that he is most powerful. He has the ability to decrease the size of this form at will.
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Clothes and Equipment: Fol-lu wears whatever is appropriate for the situation, whether that be a garb of silken finery or a set of comfortable traveling clothes. He also wears armor in battle at times, and commonly uses a polearm of legendary qualities. The weapon’s shaft is about as long as a short spear, except it is tipped with a long single edged blade that curves upwards at the tip for increased slashing power, this weapon is commonly referred to as a glaive. His weapon and armor can be summoned at will through the use of magic, since carrying around such things are an inconvenience one with power such as Fol-lu's does not have to deal with.
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Registered: Feb 15, 2016 20:58:32 GMT -8
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Post by Fol-lu, Skywarden on Dec 14, 2016 12:24:53 GMT -8
It was just outside the High Church of Esdar that the Skywarden would choose to set down once and for all. The dragon was not at his full size, as that would be a bit much for landing in that place, even within a city as grand as Esdar'ai. Even so, this did not take away from the magnificence of the dragon setting down right beside the huge and ornate structure.
He set down lightly, floating down to the ground slowly which would give any below him outside the High Church ample time to move out of the way, and once he set down, Fol-lu would look around. He was home at last after so long, and while he was filled with happiness to find that Esdara and it's people seemed to be alive and well, there was still a sour taste in his mouth, a darkness that gnawed at him for he still remembered what he had to do to get here, and what he still had to do.
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Lady Ysaera
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 35
Physical Description: Of average height for one of the visibly-blessed Esdar'ial, Ysaera is 5'7", and in possession of a lush and curvaceous form. Fair-skinned and delicate, with beautiful features and slightly pointed ears, she has long white hair and eyes that are grey, although the exact shade often varies with her emotions, from the brightest shining silver to the darkest iron that is nearly black. Most noticeable about her appearance is the set of great white-feathered wings that protrude from her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Given the difficulty of donning normal clothes with wings to consider, Ysaera has a tendency to wear rather revealing clothing, with a propensity for baring her back and shoulders. Given the perpetually warm climate of the Shaded Valley, the less clothing she wears, the better, usually in light airy fabrics of pale, cheery colors.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:58:16 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Ysaera on Dec 19, 2016 10:04:49 GMT -8
News of the Skywarden's return had spread through Esdar'ai like wildfire, and people were gathered along the edge of the large square that fronted the High Church.. as well as filling the avenue leading to the square from the Plaza of Aeleria, and populating the tops of the buildings, everyone trying to get a look at the great dragon who had been lost to them for centuries. The popular cheered as Fol-lu soared overhead and landed before the intricate arches and domes of the High Church, their applause and happy voices ringing throughout the city. It brought a smile to Ysaera's face, where she was looking out upon the scene from just inside the doorway of the Church. She turned to The Winged Blade of Justice, who stood beside her, and spoke in her gentle voice.
"He has returned to us, Elen. We should go speak with him.. and address the people."
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Mar 1, 2017 11:44:42 GMT -8
Fenrir made his way up the wide steps to the church that the guards had recommended. It was certainly a magnificent structure, but he couldn't help but wonder if all that effort could have gone to something more meaningful. But maybe the church provided for the homeless and hungry? He didn't know. Regardless, the massive structure was a tad intimidating to the wolf, who had avoided the larger structures during his time in Isra.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Mar 2, 2017 10:06:36 GMT -8
Fenrir would find that the Church was bustling with activity, priests and priestesses in toga-like robes edged with a various, but vary specific, number of colors moving about with purpose. A young priest carrying a basket full of bread passed near the open doors and happened to glance outside, then paused wide-eyed at the sight of the furry man approaching. He waited for Fenrir to near and then offered the male a somewhat nervous smile.
"Greetings. The High Church of Esdar welcomes all. How may we serve you, stranger?"
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Mar 2, 2017 10:10:37 GMT -8
Fenrir returned the smile with a toothy grin of his own, the nervousness if the people here something he was already growing accustomed to.
"I had heard the Church was worth looking at, amd the guards were certainly right. Magnificent. Tell me, what purpose does it serve?"
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Mar 2, 2017 10:33:37 GMT -8
The young man blinked owlishly at the question, then gave himself a small shake.
"Well, it's the heart of the faith, as it were. Weekly services are held to worship and honor Esdar, our god, and our doors are always open to provide counseling to those whose minds and hearts are troubled. We have a large storehouse of knowledge for those who seek to learn more about the faith. And we give food, clothing, shelter, healing, and other aid to those in need."
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Mar 2, 2017 10:38:38 GMT -8
Well that was something at least, providing for those fallen on hard times. Still a bit opulent though, unless their god was an interactive god.
"Does your god, Esdar, does he interact with you all? I have heard of places where the beings they worship do so, and it would explain the grandeur if this building."
The name of the god certainly explained both the name of the country and its capital city. Kind of a vain god to name both after himself the wolf thought.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Mar 2, 2017 10:58:46 GMT -8
"Not with the priesthood. He communicates directly with the Winged Blade of Justice and the Winged Crown of Grace, our High Priest and High Priestess, and then they interpret his will and share it with the people. Much of his strength was expended in saving our land and people a thousand years ago, as well as helping to seal away the Demon Xoilun, and he doesn't have the capability to make contact with this plane, outside of our spiritual leaders."
The priests had become used to explaining the basis of their origins and religion to outsiders, so the questions didn't seem to bother him much. He was much more curious about the male's strange appearance.
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