Bishop
Established
I-I'm not scared!
Roleplay posts: 40 
Age: 19
Physical Description: A mid-height man, roughly 5'10, and relatively thin. His body is pale and unaccustomed to manual-labour, or the heat of the sun. He carries himself with a brisk and purposeful gait, with long strides with an intent end outcome. His body language is typically closed, a reflection for his timidity.
His face is soft and immature, making him appear younger then what his age may appear. His eyes are a shade of blueish purple and usually possess bags underneath them, due to his traditionally hectic schedule. His hair is white and curly, reaching down to his neck past his jawline.
Clothes and Equipment: He carries no weapons per se. He carries a wooden stave for use in mountainous terrain, but may also be used in combat, if the time comes to it.
He wears a green tunic, lined with ornate golden patterns upon the sleeves. On his waist, he wears a leather belt, hoisted to it a coin pouch and a satchel for general storage. Over his tunic he wears a darker green cloak, bound upon the centre by a red-bow. The outside of the cloak has the same golden lining as on his sleeves, but in a triangular pattern.
He wears a green cap upon his head, of both the lighter green of his tunic and the darker green of the cloak, the lighter green of the cap situated upon the sides, while the darker green situated upon the middle of the cap. The light green is edged with golden lines and a single, golden symbol is upon the very centre of the cap.
His trousers are the same colour as his tunic, with the same patterns upon the bottom of them, at the ankles. He wears leather boots, new and shiny. He hasn't been on the road for long and is inexperienced.
Player's online availability : GMT +8
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 19:50:36 GMT -8
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Post by Bishop on Dec 22, 2016 1:25:58 GMT -8
He fixed his eyes upon the nimaur. They appeared majestic, alien creatures. Bishop valued the mysterious and the strange greatly. The uniqueness of the nimaur appeared especially beautiful to his eyes. He'd probably only have this one chance to view the nimaur, and that was now. It added an aspect of magicality to it. He looks don with awe, ignoring all else around him. The nimaur were graceful, articulated in step. Each movement they made appeared concise, and their balance perfect. They were the epitome of purity and innocence.
"We can't land?" He immediately become much quieter, retreating into his thoughts. When Bishop is saddened by something, he quiets down, hiding in the solace of his mind. He longed to get up-close to the sacred animals of the Crown. But he was denied that.
They swiftly passed the nimaur, moving to the northern side of the castle. He silently regretted not sketching down the nimaur. He'd have to sketch it by memory. Isn't the easiest thing to do, but he'll make do. They were moving to a different part of the palace. The forestry close by disappeared, replaced by a more craggy grassland.
His excitement was still there, but dampened, as the sokeli came into view. He felt glum. He stared at them, without saying a word.
He felt bad. It was rude to sct like this, while Dasyra hadn't offered him this opportunity to view the palace. She didn't have to do that. He forced himself on a smile, trying to evaporate his past dejectedness.
"Those sokeli are huge! How dangerous are they? How do you keep them in the pala-"
The roar threw him off, terrifying Bishop. He despised anger, or confrontation of any form, being easily scared. He grabbed onto Terlin instantaneously. His fingers grasped hard. He tried to hide himself in a ball. He began to regret going to the palace now.
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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 Dec 22, 2016 9:58:29 GMT -8
"Not without permission, no. I'm pushing the limits even just flying over the grounds without giving prior notice, let alone being so low." Dasyra had always been one to test the boundaries of what was and wasn't allowed. It got her in trouble sometimes, but she was also an exceptional soldier, so they tended to let her misbehavior slide. Bishop's questions about the sokeli made her chuckle.
"They're dangerous to anyone who's not the Blade. And they're rather territorial, as you can see." She glanced back over her shoulder as she felt Bishop shift, and saw him curling up as though he was afraid. Huh. Guess the sokeli were a bit too much for him. Terlin changed the angle of his wings and began to flap them more vigorously, sending them spiraling slowly upward at a gentle angle. Soon they came to a stop hovering to the west of the palace, facing the structure, Terlin riding thermals with ease as the wind buffeted them.
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Bishop
Established
I-I'm not scared!
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 19
Physical Description: A mid-height man, roughly 5'10, and relatively thin. His body is pale and unaccustomed to manual-labour, or the heat of the sun. He carries himself with a brisk and purposeful gait, with long strides with an intent end outcome. His body language is typically closed, a reflection for his timidity.
His face is soft and immature, making him appear younger then what his age may appear. His eyes are a shade of blueish purple and usually possess bags underneath them, due to his traditionally hectic schedule. His hair is white and curly, reaching down to his neck past his jawline.
Clothes and Equipment: He carries no weapons per se. He carries a wooden stave for use in mountainous terrain, but may also be used in combat, if the time comes to it.
He wears a green tunic, lined with ornate golden patterns upon the sleeves. On his waist, he wears a leather belt, hoisted to it a coin pouch and a satchel for general storage. Over his tunic he wears a darker green cloak, bound upon the centre by a red-bow. The outside of the cloak has the same golden lining as on his sleeves, but in a triangular pattern.
He wears a green cap upon his head, of both the lighter green of his tunic and the darker green of the cloak, the lighter green of the cap situated upon the sides, while the darker green situated upon the middle of the cap. The light green is edged with golden lines and a single, golden symbol is upon the very centre of the cap.
His trousers are the same colour as his tunic, with the same patterns upon the bottom of them, at the ankles. He wears leather boots, new and shiny. He hasn't been on the road for long and is inexperienced.
Player's online availability : GMT +8
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 19:50:36 GMT -8
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Post by Bishop on Dec 23, 2016 0:21:48 GMT -8
As they moved up, he slowly left his curled up position. Dasyra had made some distance between him and the Sokeli, and he felt a little less intimidated. He was still a bit shaken, but he was fine now. His face turned a shade of crimson, which Dasyra probably couldn't see. He didn't like to openly show his fear. He was easily scared, and he hated being reminded of that fact. It made him feel weak, and helpless. Needless to say, he would keep a wide berth around the sokeli in the future.
He sighed. What else would the palace have to see? Hopefully nothing else as scary as the sokeli.
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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 Dec 23, 2016 12:17:30 GMT -8
Dasyra glanced down as she saw some of the Temple Guard in their distinctive armor gathering on the taller parapets of the palace. One gestured with his spear toward them, then back in the direction of the city, and Dasyra frowned.
"Looks like our time is up. Sorry." She gently wheeled Terlin about, steering him back toward the city at a slow pace. The last thing she wanted to do was upset the elite personal guard of the Blade and Crown.
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Bishop
Established
I-I'm not scared!
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 19
Physical Description: A mid-height man, roughly 5'10, and relatively thin. His body is pale and unaccustomed to manual-labour, or the heat of the sun. He carries himself with a brisk and purposeful gait, with long strides with an intent end outcome. His body language is typically closed, a reflection for his timidity.
His face is soft and immature, making him appear younger then what his age may appear. His eyes are a shade of blueish purple and usually possess bags underneath them, due to his traditionally hectic schedule. His hair is white and curly, reaching down to his neck past his jawline.
Clothes and Equipment: He carries no weapons per se. He carries a wooden stave for use in mountainous terrain, but may also be used in combat, if the time comes to it.
He wears a green tunic, lined with ornate golden patterns upon the sleeves. On his waist, he wears a leather belt, hoisted to it a coin pouch and a satchel for general storage. Over his tunic he wears a darker green cloak, bound upon the centre by a red-bow. The outside of the cloak has the same golden lining as on his sleeves, but in a triangular pattern.
He wears a green cap upon his head, of both the lighter green of his tunic and the darker green of the cloak, the lighter green of the cap situated upon the sides, while the darker green situated upon the middle of the cap. The light green is edged with golden lines and a single, golden symbol is upon the very centre of the cap.
His trousers are the same colour as his tunic, with the same patterns upon the bottom of them, at the ankles. He wears leather boots, new and shiny. He hasn't been on the road for long and is inexperienced.
Player's online availability : GMT +8
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 19:50:36 GMT -8
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Post by Bishop on Dec 26, 2016 3:40:39 GMT -8
"Oh, okay"
He sighed. He was conflicted. He wanted to stay for a bit longer, but he knew he couldn't. But he was also kinda relieved. He was still a bit on edge due to the Sokeli. He stared back at the palace longingly, but turned back.
"Thanks." He thought he'd thank her for putting the time in to give him a tour. He knew they were most likely not finished for the day, but he was sure there was more to see. He was hit with a wave of tiredness. He'd been on a rickety airship nearly half-the-day, and after finally reaching Esdara, he had toured a large part of it and seen for the most part, a lot of the Blade's palace. He had done a ton today. He'd definitely prefer to sleep early tonight. He fell a bit silence, waiting for them to reach a point where they may land. His normally overly-cheerful demeanour vanished, replaced by his more tired self.
[Exit?]
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